The Return Home Closed [4/4]

[Saskia]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Guardian - Cavalier - Brewer

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Crystal jewels of sweat began to descend down the warrioress’ smooth forehead as she walked through the city of Londiminium clad in shimmering silver armor adorned in pink feathers that blossomed along the side of her thigh. The battle seasoned leader had long but endured many tiring and rigorous journeys that had left her mentally drained and spiritually wounded as her mettle was often tested and her fervor tempered like fine steel.

She turned down the alley and kept a fairly brisk pace as she made her way to the local tavern. The reflection of three drunken men playing a game of cards was cast on the glinting silver of her shield as she propped her legs around the side of bar stool and sat up. Her eyes squinting and grazing around at her surroundings. She couldn’t believe how much time had already passed by. The sands of life had been slipping through the hourglass as swiftly as she could nurse the cup of water to her parched lips as she escaped the barren sun.

Shade was a comforting sentiment after treading through the thick vines of the moon dance forest and traversing the soggy swamps of the marshlands. The young soldier still reeked of the stench that came from surviving in the outdoors. She gazed down at her worn gloves, taking notice of several rips in the top of them, exposing slits of ivory skin and calloused fingertips.

“Imagine that...mum would have probably had a heart attack if she knew I was working my fingers down to the bone out here...” She muttered as she wiggled her fingers, inspecting the tiny cuts she had from conducting her swordsmanship out in the fields. “I supposed having calloused fingertips from playing the guitar wasn’t her idea of what a young lady she be doing investing her time.”

Saskia chuckled to bartender with a light smile as she looked up to the simple dwarven bartender who was wiping down the counter.

“Oh, so ye be a bard then? That’s odd, you come storming in here in all that armor, I thought you were about to come in here and start up some trouble.” He replied with a wry smile.

“Oh, me? No...heavens no. I’m just trying to get away from that crazy heat. Apparently heat and metal don’t mix, because I swear this armor in that sun makes this armor like a sweatshop. What I wouldn’t give to be in a nice bath house right now...but I have so much to do and so many faces I haven’t seen in a while...”

The orange haired dwarf raised a brow. “Oh really? Been out of town a long time then eh? Had a little bit of the thrill for adventure?”

A soft hearted grin wiped across Saskia’s face.

“Yeah, you could say that. There’s been a lot to learn and a lot to see out in this world. So many uncharted territories. I’m thinking about developing some new skills soon. It’d be nice to be well versed in different aspects of combat. I’ve been dabbling in a bit of magic and even some archery...”

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Stratford Arms Platemail (Level. 30), Stratford Arms Great Shield (level. 30) , Stratford Arms Long Spear (Level. 30)
ABILITIES USED:
Words: 524
Post Theme Song: Anamoly







TAGS: Mitsuru Kirishima Pen Ddraig Bailin

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[Pen Ddraig]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Guardian - Bodyguard - Artisan

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The sound of clinking glasses ring in Pen's ears as she slid her now empty glass across the bar with a weak shove. The mug slid smoothly across the counter top and into a small grouping of other empty glasses. Her hand stayed limply on the counter. With a grunt she rapped her knuckles against the wooden counter, no other words were traded with the dwarven barkeep. 


Pen, a tall, rough, and tough guardian had her head tilted to the side -eye closed- and cradled in her free hand as its elbow was propped on the edge of the bar. She hadn't opened her eyes since she sat down. Her normal attire (her Sarum Heavy Plate Armor, Great Shield, and Long Sword) was not present. This was unlike the wolf hair guardian as she tended to wear the armor whenever out and about. 


There was a voice that may have been attempting to address her. However, Pen only heard the sound of adults from the old Peanuts tv episodes, so she nodded to the voice and felt another mug hit the counter with a thud. Pen didn't say anything until she took a long pull from her fifth or sixth mug of hard ale. 

The guardian finally opened her eyes and looked down at her hand that was gripped tightly around the glass mug. Her mind began to slowly churn up why she was here. It took a minute or two but eventually she remembered the crushing weight of depression she had been feeling lately. The usually emotionally strong guardian was in a dive bar, in some alleyway she didn't know, attempting to drink her depression under the table. Unfortunately the depression was a bit more seasoned than she was at drinking.

With another pull of her mug Pen set it down and just stared ahead of her. She hadn't slept in over forty-eight hours and it looked like she had been through the ringer. Her red hair was an unkempt heap that resembled a Troll Doll. Her green eyes were blood shot and sunken into two dark pits. She was so wrapped in her own world of depression that she didn't even notice the newest arrival to the bar.

A heavily armored adventurer took a seat on a stool a few spots from where she sat and spoke with the barkeep but again all Pen heard was the teacher from Charlie Brown. The drink in Pen's hand touched her lips once again as the last third of the mug vanished behind her lips.

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Sarum Long sword, Sarum Great Shield, and Sarum Heavy Plate Armor

ABILITIES USED: None

Words: 424

Post Theme Song: The song

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