Post by Archs >>----> on Sept 19, 2019 20:23:53 GMT
Name: Robert Brooker
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 37
Class: Archer
Appearance: Average 5 feet tall, has a round jolly face, a ginger 'zappa' beard and short hair.
Clothing: Wears a dark red hooded cloak, covering a white ruffled shirt which is underneath a dark red coat with grass green sleeves (over this he has his quiver strap\belt); also wears grass green trousers.
Weapons: A longbow with two dozen arrows in a quiver. Also carries a sackcloth bag for loot.
A man in traditional forest outlaw clothes pushes the branches aside to reveal his face. Llewnar looks at him flabbergasted. "Well I never, if it isn't my old colleague Robert Brooker!"
The man steps forward out from the shadow of the bushes; "Yes, tis I."
OOC: I will make his profile soon.
Robert Brooker walks up to Llewnar and shakes his hand. "Ahh Ranwell, tis good to see you again old chap. So, who is your friend slumbering by the fireside!?"
Ranwell looks towards the fire. "That would be my squire, I found him in a goblin trap. He's kind of new to the occupation."
Gruntil turns in his sleep and mumbles some words.
"Thank you. Tell him I'll be there!" *She turns back to Tall Wymond and gives him the money.*
"O' course." Eda leaves. Tall Wymond takes the money and goes to put away the remaining herbs.
*Tasha turns to her horse.* "You stay here tonight. OK?" Horse looks disappointed and tosses it's head. "Stay with Tall Wymond. He's your friend right?" Horse whinnies.
A man in traditional forest outlaw clothes pushes the branches aside to reveal his face. Llewnar looks at him flabbergasted. "Well I never, if it isn't my old colleague Robert Brooker!"
The man steps forward out from the shadow of the bushes; "Yes, tis I."
OOC: I will make his profile soon.
Robert Brooker walks up to Llewnar and shakes his hand. "Ahh Ranwell, tis good to see you again old chap. So, who is your friend slumbering by the fireside!?"
Ranwell looks towards the fire. "That would be my squire, I found him in a goblin trap. He's kind of new to the occupation."
Gruntil turns in his sleep and mumbles some words.
Ranwell, (or Llewnar) turns back to Robert. "Right! You better off sleeping somewhere a little way off from here. My squire may wakeup early, he might just attack you."
Robert looks around, he spots a tall oak tree in the distance. "I'll sleep up that oak tree. Where are you travelling, to the mercenary village?"
"Ehhh . . . no, we have just left the place today, I have nothing planed yet. Lets go to sleep and sort the whole thing out in the morning."
Robert nods in agreement, then goes off to find his the oak tree.
"O' course." Eda leaves. Tall Wymond takes the money and goes to put away the remaining herbs.
*Tasha turns to her horse.* "You stay here tonight. OK?" Horse looks disappointed and tosses it's head. "Stay with Tall Wymond. He's your friend right?" Horse whinnies.
Tall Wymond smiles at her "'E's in good 'ands. I'll take care o' ye, big fella."
*Tasha turns to her horse.* "You stay here tonight. OK?" Horse looks disappointed and tosses it's head. "Stay with Tall Wymond. He's your friend right?" Horse whinnies.
Tall Wymond smiles at her "'E's in good 'ands. I'll take care o' ye, big fella."
"Thank you. Um, do you know of a place that would take me on as an worker? I think I may stay here, I like this town and the people in it."
