MISSION NAME: A Friendly Gesture
CLIENT: Sersi
CHARACTERS: Sersi Rhian Owens
MISSION BRIEFING: Sersi set up camp while travelling for a mission and was robbed of his belongings by bandits on his last night. Tracking them to Shale Town he has called on the aid of an Odin's Spear mage in retrieving the stolen items from the thieves. They're holed up just outside of Shale Town, plenty of room for things to get dirty.
In the remnants of what once was a fully functioning world, nobody was safe... and nothing was sacred. Sersi knew this all too well, he was after all a man who was gifted some of the lands most revered forms of magic upon adulthood and even he had fallen victim to lowly thieves.
On his journey he decided to rest in a camp he'd set up, only to awaken to his possessions being stolen. Well, not his personal possession's more like the ones he was transporting for a separate 3 day mission. That of course, didn't make the situation better.
He'd managed to trail the bandits to Shale Town, a place known for shady dealings and thievery, unbeknownst to most he wasn't afraid of that sort of atmosphere. He was raised in Samuelsonite after all, and that place freaked out even the bravest of souls, so these crooks would be light work. However this wasn't his town, he wasn't familiar with it one bit and so what better thing to do than employ a fellow mage for assistance.
An Odin's Spear mage at that; strength in numbers and what not.
Sersi was standing outside of a small eatery where the two of them were assigned to meet up. His body covered in his black hooded cloak, given the moniker of the 'death garb' by members of his familial line, which masked ones features in shadow. Save for a glowing green oval in the center of his forehead, Mr. Cursey attached onto his left hip and the large black scythe adorned with a skull clipped to his back; all three of his holder magics ready to claim their next victim.
Waiting patiently for his ally in his redeeming venture, grey eyes would lock onto the woman in question who was approaching. Naturally he would wait for her to speak as to not have engaged the wrong person, though she did have a bit of a mage like air to her. Perhaps she was the one?
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CLIENT: Sersi
CHARACTERS: Sersi Rhian Owens
MISSION BRIEFING: Sersi set up camp while travelling for a mission and was robbed of his belongings by bandits on his last night. Tracking them to Shale Town he has called on the aid of an Odin's Spear mage in retrieving the stolen items from the thieves. They're holed up just outside of Shale Town, plenty of room for things to get dirty.
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In the remnants of what once was a fully functioning world, nobody was safe... and nothing was sacred. Sersi knew this all too well, he was after all a man who was gifted some of the lands most revered forms of magic upon adulthood and even he had fallen victim to lowly thieves.
On his journey he decided to rest in a camp he'd set up, only to awaken to his possessions being stolen. Well, not his personal possession's more like the ones he was transporting for a separate 3 day mission. That of course, didn't make the situation better.
He'd managed to trail the bandits to Shale Town, a place known for shady dealings and thievery, unbeknownst to most he wasn't afraid of that sort of atmosphere. He was raised in Samuelsonite after all, and that place freaked out even the bravest of souls, so these crooks would be light work. However this wasn't his town, he wasn't familiar with it one bit and so what better thing to do than employ a fellow mage for assistance.
An Odin's Spear mage at that; strength in numbers and what not.
Sersi was standing outside of a small eatery where the two of them were assigned to meet up. His body covered in his black hooded cloak, given the moniker of the 'death garb' by members of his familial line, which masked ones features in shadow. Save for a glowing green oval in the center of his forehead, Mr. Cursey attached onto his left hip and the large black scythe adorned with a skull clipped to his back; all three of his holder magics ready to claim their next victim.
Waiting patiently for his ally in his redeeming venture, grey eyes would lock onto the woman in question who was approaching. Naturally he would wait for her to speak as to not have engaged the wrong person, though she did have a bit of a mage like air to her. Perhaps she was the one?
Post 1/ 334 words