-Life before death. Strength before weakness. Journey before destination.
-I will protect those who cannot protect themselves.
-I will protect even those I hate, so long as it is right.
Last edited by Scimmy; Feb 24th, 2019 at 05:27 PM.
Name:Mordek Blackshield Alignment: Lawful Neutral Gender: Male Race: Dwarf Class 1: Fighter (Phalanx Soldier) Class 2: Cavalier (Disciple of the Pike, Order of the Green) Age: 98 (adult)
Letter of introduction in hand, Mordek Blackshield picked his way through the streets of Lumence in search of the contact he’d been directed to report to. His previous handler had said something about the time being at hand for his final tests. The stout dwarf cut an awkward image as he ambled through the bustling avenues, almost wider than he was tall in his layers of enclosing steel. Though he did not foresee any potential violence, his shield still sat slung over his shoulder, an ornate hammer clattering against his thigh-plates as it dangled from his belt by a thong. Towering high above his head, a wicked, long-bladed spear acted as a walking stick, a brilliant banner flapping in the breeze, cut gemstones standing out on a field of gold. He glanced up and down the last cross-street, his eyes finally spying the rather nondescript building he sought.
Never one to break protocol, Mordek rapped solidly upon the well-wrought door, waiting patiently for a response. The lives of his people were much longer than those of most, and he could easily afford to grant the occupants the courtesy of tarrying a moment. He did not have long to wait, though, as a bald human man appeared at the door and ushered him inside, gesturing toward a table and benches. "Please, take a seat. I’ve heard a little bit about you, but I’d like you to tell me more. Tell me what brings you to this decision, Mr. Blackshield." The man made his way around the table to stand before a comfortable chair, taking out an inkpot and pen, then arranging a small sheaf of papers in front of the chair. Mordek stepped over to the corner of the room and set his shield against a wall, then propped his spear against the corner itself. He set his helm with the shield, then took up position at the bench, remaining standing until the other man sighed and seated himself, following suit in short order. Reaching into his pack, Mordek retrieved a bottle of brown liquor and took a pull, smiling with satisfaction. With a mischievous grin, he quickly replaced the bottle in his bag and laid his forearms against the edge of the table, taking a deep breath before answering.
"Aye, sir. Tis nigh on a century that I’ve walked the streets of Lumence. I may not look it, but my people are in no rush toward the grave. My kin still call me a whelp after all these years. That said, ninety-eight years is a long time to be stuck in the city, and the promise of adventure and peril in the desert is almost welcome. I’ve heard stories from the few who’ve made it across the expanses to Lumence, and I believe that I have what it takes to navigate effectively and to fight off anything that dares to confront." Mordek paused, tilting his head toward the weapon propped in the corner before continuing. "My people have always been hardy and resourceful. That spear is fashioned in the style of those used by my forebears to combat giants. It helps to keep enemies at a distance while you kill them. My armor is strong, and I have experience in using it to best effect. I have spent two decades as a hired bodyguard for Bendak Noor, the whiskey-maker. People like him, but his rivals really don’t. I had to spill a lot of blood."
"As I mentioned, I have lived a long time. Over the years, I have spent a lot of time learning how to navigate, studying the stars, the passage of the sun, and the like. I believe that I can find my way anywhere if given decent directions. Lastly, I think I make a good candidate for messenger because, unlike many of my people, I have a drive to work with others beyond my own kind. While you see my traditional weapons and archaic armor, they are expressions of pride in my kind and a way of showing others my heritage, but I enjoy meeting others and discussing their experiences. I hold no grudges against other civilized peoples. Before any mistrust stands curiosity. That curiosity is what urges me to travel beyond the walls of Lumence, and the best way to do that is to finish training as a messenger and to explore by way of commissioned routes."
His piece said, Mordek sat back, twisting his neck slightly to shake off the stiffness of inactivity. "Have you any further questions for me?"
Dice HP Roll of Fate:
4d10
8, 8, 7, 4
Total = 27
Last edited by Scimmy; Feb 24th, 2019 at 03:51 AM.
Name:Ezvros Wrinn
Race:Ifrit(Sunsoul, elven descent) Class: Feyspeaker, Wolf Shaman Druid/Zealot Alignment: Chaotic Neutral(Lightly Chaotic, cares about other people, but isn't big on tradition and not questioning authority) Gender:Male Age:101
Work in Progress
Jan 8th, 2019, 12:28 AM
