The Caravan.

[XShy_OrchidX]

Ohhh fire....

Sounds tempting for Rowenna, so she can join anytime

[Drakkon]

Lemme make a post in a different rp then I'll post again here. I'm sure Dexter is gonna notice something flying through his minion .

[X]

And with that I shall go to bed, before my phone's virtual keyboard and auto-correct kill my brain.

[Enigma]

Am I too late? I'll remind you before you penalize me that you said I could post my half-elven witch!

Screen name: Enigma
Character name: Cenedril Cam
Age: 25
Race: Half-Elf/Half-Human
Merc/merchant: Merchant
Appearance: This mysterious woman has large gray eyes that are like two pieces of steel.Her thick, straight, neck-length hair is the color of charcoal, and is worn in a bizarre, artistic style. She is very short and has a slender build, with a pallid complexion from her long imprisonment. Her wardrobe is strange, with a lot of black.
Class: Mage
Sub-class: Witch
Kingdom: Luna
Personality: Reserved
Weapons: A bow and quiver of arrows, short sword, two knives.
History: Mother died in childbirth, Cenedril never knew her father. Raised by her Aunt Gul and her Uncle Badhor. Grew up faster than most elves, was treated as "slow" as she did not move with the same sort of grace or talk as an elf her apparent age would be expected. Had a room for herself in the attic among the female servants with whom she worked but ate with the family.

A visiting human noble, Lord Carter, discovered that a book of magic he had brought to be examined by Aunt Gul was missing from his room. A search of the house started in the servants quarters - and ended in the tiny fireplace in her room, where the burned remains of the cover was found. Other books from the library were found in her room as well. Cenedril admitted to borrowing books from the library but denied taking Lord Carter's book. Her uncle, furious that a member of his household could embarrass him so thoroughly, had her flogged in the courtyard until she broke and confessed to end the beating.

Badhor, a local judge, had her magically branded on the forehead as a thief, then sentenced her to ten years in prison. She found herself sharing a cell with other female half-elves, who found her a willing and able student. Cenedril learned the art of the con; to pick pockets and locks; fight with sword, knife and staff (she learned with sticks); and simple magics from a half-elven sorceress whose magic was blocked by a mystical amulet that was locked around her neck so she could not remove it. Pressed into service to tend the sick and dying when diseased ravaged the prison, she learned how to treat illness and injury.

When Cenedril was released from prison, she found her uncle's butler waiting for her with a small bag of coins. She was not welcome in her Uncle's house, but he would give her some money if she did not to return. Cenedril lied and said she wouldn't. Three nights later, a shadow crept into her uncle's house. It left just before dawn, taking away a few minor items lying forgotten in a chest and a tattered book missing its cover that had been found in the room of one of her cousins.

Her uncle had given her enough coin for her to purchase a small, aging vardo, a cart horse and some supplies. Cenedril joined the Caravan as Cenedril the Witch, teller of fortunes, dispenser of medicines.

Extra: A diary, two spell books and a gold locket that belonged to Cenedril's mother, a book of Elvish medicine, a book of ancient magic that is missing its fine cover, and
Wagon/Cart: Green with yellow trim vardo
Beast of Burden: A cart horse
Tent: N/A

[Enigma]

sorry, weird double-post

[Drakkon]

I did didn't I? Well I think I'm gonna slow down with characters... at least elven ones. Dwarves will mostly be accepted humans.. eh.. .

Enigma you're probably editing it as I'm editing this part... but uhh, whats with 'reserved' part of the CS?

[Enigma]

If you like, I can redo a cs as a dwarf mercenary instead. There's a lot of mages in this caravan. I have a nice misfit that could join.

[Drakkon]

yes please.. . I would say a merchant but yeah.. I prefer a melee fighter that isn't some mindless brute attached to a magic users will.

[Enigma]

Screen name: Enigma
Character name: Hazadi Grunjak a.k.a Hazadi the Red
Age: 25
Race: Dwarf
Merc/merchant: Mercenary
Appearance: Hazadi reminds you of a menacing tornado. She has large eyes the color of cold ashes. Her orange-red hair and beard are braided into two long plaits. She is short and has an angular build with large hands and feet.

Hazadi typically wears a helm with chain mail, a breast plate, a wide leather belt that wraps around her waist, studded leather war skirt with leggings and boots. A red shield banded in bronze she carries on her back. Her out of armor outfit is a simple peasant's shirt, leather vest, boy's breeches, cap and black boots. She has a gray hooded wool cloak for the cold days.
Class: Warrior-Adventurer
Sub-class: Battle Axe
Kingdom: Moain'gal
Personality: Fierce and independent.
Weapons: Battle axe, spear, belt knife, two daggers - one in each boot
History: Hazadi was born a twin with her brother Gruno. Her father was Gorin Grunjak, a famous Dwarven warrior. As a child, though her mother disapproved, Hazadi trained with her brothers. It would prove fortunate. Ovo, a suitor seeking the hand of Haola, Hazadi's older sister, decided to steal her away from her father's home and win her hand or at least a night's company with her before Gorin's war band could arrive. Such stealings have often resulted in marriage. Unfortunately, they entered the wrong room and took Hazadi by mistake, bundling the sleeping girl tightly in her blankets and riding off.

Back at his stronghold, not knowing his men's mistake, Ovo ordered Haola taken up to his bed chamber and released from her bonds so she might prepare for him. When he arrived, he at first thought Haola to be hiding in the dark room and called out to her. An ornamental dagger that had been hanging on his wall nicked his ear before sticking in the door. Before he could recover, he found himself facing an angry Hazadi holding an ancestral but very serviceable battle axe.

The guards, hearing their lord's screams, burst in to find their lord cowering under his bed and a very angry Hazadi turning to face them, axe in hand. By the time her father's war band arrived, a score of Ovo's best Dwarven fighters had been wounded gravely. Ovo threw himself at Gorin's feet and begged forgiveness, asking that he call off Hazadi before she destroyed his stronghold.

Stories tell that Gorin looked at Ovo for the longest time and hearing the sounds of battle within, decided to make camp for an hour before venturing inside with two men. They found her in the Great Hall, still in her nightdress, covered in warriors' blood. Even Gorin found it disturbing. Asked if she had had enough, she gave her father a glare and said, "No. Come back later," and continued her search for Ovo.

Above ground, Ovo demanded to know what had happened. Gorin shook his head at him and said, "She's very angry and likely to demand your head when she comes out. I shall allow you a head start."
Ovo blanched, glanced at his stronghold, then thanked Gorin before running off to get his war pony saddled.

The story spread rapidly all over Moain'gal. Hazadi found her new found notoriety troubling, as boys her own age were too afraid to speak with her. Even seasoned warriors gave her wary respect. Hazadi decided to take advantage of her curious status and asked that she be allowed to venture out in the world to seek adventure.

Her father swallowed, offered that she had proven herself more than capable and gave his blessing - much to everyone's relief.

Extra: Hazadi the Red. She knows that women among the humans and elves are not bearded, so often dresses like a man when traveling.
Wagon/Cart: none
Beast of Burden: War pony and a mule to carry her things.
Tent: Small low tent, striped red and white, with a small carpet to cover the ground.

[andrinaandug]

God time differenc is killing me I go to bed and you guys already posted two pages DX