hi, I'm back, LMBs have been kicking me off for a while, would I be able to create a new charecter?
Sure. Now Karthon will have someone to interact with.
thank you
Name: Aaron
Height: 6ft, 6in
Weight: 213pounds
Gender: male
Age: 32
Vision: 20/15
IQ: 130
Equipment: bow (arrows) short sword, javelins, waist length gambeson and mail-shirt, and a horse.
Class: herbalist
Backstory: His dad was a herbalist, and naturally taught his son the trade. However, when his dad died, Aaron didn’t want to be a herbalist, so became an apprentice for his uncle, who’s a blacksmith. However, in the end he decided to become a mercenary.
Intrigued, the seasoned rogue now tasks himself with discovering the answer to the mystery of the ships, but not before replenishing his weaponry.
Karthon makes his way back down to the streets. Once there he utilised one of the best ways to gather information: "HELLO?", he called, and looked around for someone to reply.
A man comes out of a nearby building, "Stop shouting already! Some people are trying to sleep around here!"
"Ah," said Karthon, and strode over to the disgruntled local. "Pardon me, sir, but you wouldn't know where the nearest weaponsmith is, by any chance?"
He waited for the man to reply as he rubbed his tired eyes.
Sure. Now Karthon will have someone to interact with.
thank you
Name: Aaron
Height: 6ft, 6in
Weight: 213pounds
Gender: male
Age: 32
Vision: 20/15
IQ: 130
Equipment: bow (arrows) short sword, javelins, waist length gambeson and mail-shirt, and a horse.
Class: herbalist
Backstory: His dad was a herbalist, and naturally taught his son the trade. However, when his dad died, Aaron didn’t want to be a herbalist, so became an apprentice for his uncle, who’s a blacksmith. However, in the end he decided to become a mercenary.
You might want to go Herbist-Archer or Herbist-Rogue, just to improve your combat ability.
Equipment: bow (arrows) short sword, javelins, waist length gambeson and mail-shirt, and a horse.
Class: herbalist
Backstory: His dad was a herbalist, and naturally taught his son the trade. However, when his dad died, Aaron didn’t want to be a herbalist, so became an apprentice for his uncle, who’s a blacksmith. However, in the end he decided to become a mercenary.
You might want to go Herbist-Archer or Herbist-Rogue, just to improve your combat ability.
"Ah," said Karthon, and strode over to the disgruntled local. "Pardon me, sir, but you wouldn't know where the nearest weaponsmith is, by any chance?"
He waited for the man to reply as he rubbed his tired eyes.
He points down the street, "Around the corner." He goes back inside.
"Thanks." Karthon said as the man shut the door. Shrugging the cold welcome off he strode smartly down the way, stopping just before the corner. He looked cautiously around the bend. Trust none. The words came almost instinctively as the part of his Code rang in his head once more. That and he didn't particularly like the atmosphere of the town.
Seeing the way clear, he rounded the corner and proceeded towards the shoppe. Halting afore the store he peered through the front window. He saw the array of weapons a Mercenary might need for his line of work, but no storekeeper.
Karthon sighed. Where is everyone?? He asked himself angrily. Perhaps it was a holiday, he mused, but he didn't have time for such luxuries. Karthon passed through the shabby front door and looked around. "Hello?" Karthon called, and waited about the empty store.
He points down the street, "Around the corner." He goes back inside.
"Thanks." Karthon said as the man shut the door. Shrugging the cold welcome off he strode smartly down the way, stopping just before the corner. He looked cautiously around the bend. Trust none. The words came almost instinctively as the part of his Code rang in his head once more. That and he didn't particularly like the atmosphere of the town.
Seeing the way clear, he rounded the corner and proceeded towards the shoppe. Halting afore the store he peered through the front window. He saw the array of weapons a Mercenary might need for his line of work, but no storekeeper.
Karthon sighed. Where is everyone?? He asked himself angrily. Perhaps it was a holiday, he mused, but he didn't have time for such luxuries. Karthon passed through the shabby front door and looked around. "Hello?" Karthon called, and waited about the empty store.
As he enters the shop, he sees a tall man walk into town.
"Thanks." Karthon said as the man shut the door. Shrugging the cold welcome off he strode smartly down the way, stopping just before the corner. He looked cautiously around the bend. Trust none. The words came almost instinctively as the part of his Code rang in his head once more. That and he didn't particularly like the atmosphere of the town.
Seeing the way clear, he rounded the corner and proceeded towards the shoppe. Halting afore the store he peered through the front window. He saw the array of weapons a Mercenary might need for his line of work, but no storekeeper.
Karthon sighed. Where is everyone?? He asked himself angrily. Perhaps it was a holiday, he mused, but he didn't have time for such luxuries. Karthon passed through the shabby front door and looked around. "Hello?" Karthon called, and waited about the empty store.
As he enters the shop, he sees a tall man walk into town.
That's about the most life I've seen 'round here. Karthon thought. Refusing to wait around any longer, Karthon went after the man. "Excuse me, sir!" He called after him,
