• Closed • A Shellter Against Outrageous Fortune

[Kisaik]

34th of Saun 721

Kisaik didn’t often get nervous. Often what he did to fight his nerves was to throw himself into some unknown and exciting adventure that would allow him not to think too much about any one thing. He’d never actually settled land before, and the idea that someone may not approve his relative closeness to their own holdings did make him nervous. It didn’t help that it was the Baron, someone he presumed to have positive relations with. Nevertheless, he was ready to show the Baron around the Shellknight Lodge.

Peter the Panhandler, all shiny and glittery with minerals stuck in his turquoise and coppery shell, was at hand for the Baron’s imminent arrival. ”Do you think he’ll approve of the Shellknight Lodge, Peter? I mean the offer that we provide security to the place, that is.”

The panhandler gurgled and began munching on a particularly juicy-looking shard of smokey quartz it’d found in the soil. Kisaik sighed, and shrugged. ”It’s strange, you know? I thought I’d always be on the road, adventuring. But there’s something special about this little island, something that eluded me in Yaralon, in Rharne, in Melrath, and all the other places. I wonder if I might find an Ojogbon tree even, and start a proper tribe?!”

The panhandler merely continued munching, as it stared adoringly at Kisaik. The tunawa smiled back at the turtle. ”Well never mind. We’ll convince him I’m sure. It’s only a matter of making our case in as polite a manner as possible.”

Thus far, their mission to bring the turtles to the shores of Faldrass had borne fruit in the pair of panhandlers they’d secured, one of which, Peter, seemed to think tunawa was his mother. Kisaik didn’t mind, he thought the turtle was cute, and it was nice to have another animal buddy around the homestead.

The Shellknight Lodge was entirely finished by this point, of course. The lower levels were accommodating for all sorts, tall folk and turtles and small folk had facilities and it was entirely accessible to people of all sizes. Kisaik had made sure to detail that to the builders he’d paid to have it constructed outside of Hopetoun Hole.

The roof itself had been constructed with the help of Vega and their kin. It was a lattice of shell fragments in the form of shingles that fit and interlocked perfectly with one another. The Lodge itself resembled a turtle, with some stone construction but mostly using Phoenix Wood, for fire protection.

Kisaik wrung his tiny hands a bit, as he waited for Baron Darius Baer to arrive.

[Darius Baer]

Arc 721, 34th of Saun

There were many Hopetounians who Darius was grateful for. All of them, in fact, had contributed to the settlement's growth, but there were a handful who had gone above and beyond.

What intrigued the Scalvorian the most was those who were not Faldrassian refugees trying to reclaim their island home. It was those who could have decided to reside anywhere, and had decided to settle in Hopetoun. They didn't need to be there, but they had chosen to.

Darius thought that meant they were extraordinary people, and - consciously or otherwise - he neglected to acknowledge that he himself was one such individual.

Another was Mädärä Kisaik Ciuruọrun sọ Kufuata Karo Kashe Däuä, Tìfmi Härumtä sọ anou Faewun Samuwar, ọbavi sọ tẹlẹ, igbaradi sọ anou tabi ọludïbọ, who Darius preferred to simply call "Sir Chip". The Scalvorian had met the tunawa in person at the settlement feast, but they had corresponded before that.

And now that Darius had been invited to visit the settler's latest creation, he was looking forward to seeing the diminutive fellow again. He had never been one for formal clothing, preferring more practical attire when possible, and he saw no reason to change that any time soon. So as he followed the basic directions that he had received in Kisaik's missive, he wore a studded leather gambeson over a long sleeved coat made of leather, with leggings of the same material. Saun was the warmest season, and his leather boots crunched over the dry Faldrass soil and kicked up small clouds of ashen dust as he made his way out of Hopetoun and towards Shellknight Lodge.

The building itself caught his attention as soon as he neared the Hopetoun Hole. Rising up out of the earth was what appeared to be a giant turtle, its shell taking the form of a large domed roof. The shingles very clearly represented a turtle shell, and the entire structure grew as Darius approached.

When he got close, the blond Scalvorian was craning his neck upwards, widened eyes and dropping jaw revealing just how impressed he was by its size and construction. In fact, he was so preoccupied with the structure that he completely forgot his manners and didn't even call out to let anyone know that he had arrived!

[Kisaik]

The panhandler shuffled off when it heard the human feet approaching, entering in through the Tortoise door that Kisaik had installed to the back entrance for the Shellknight Lodge. Kisaik looked up, putting his hands to his visor as a way of greeting the Baron, before perhaps he could see him. Sometimes Kisaik forgot how small he was!

So with a popping sound, he blinked to the edge of the tortoise-shell style roof of the lodge, around which were gutters filled with soil and various seeds gathered on Kisaik's adventures throughout the island. At least, they would be filled with seeds gathered during his adventures. He'd been somewhat idle of late, understandably, after the exertion of raising the massive phoenix tree that housed the Beacon. He still was a bit tired for all the effort he'd put into that, and would probably be more seasons yet before he felt his usual energetic self again.

"Greetings your Lordship!" Kisaik said, his brow twisting slightly, wondering if he was using the correct terminology. He wasn't yet sure about the honorific that was best used for tall folk nobility. "Welcome to Shellknight Lodge!"

So saying, he leaped into the air, hopping down from sky-steps toward the Baron himself. His feet made a 'boinging' sound with each step along the way, until he finally landed at the Baron's feet, a few meters ahead of him. "I trust the day finds you well? Or I rather hope it does."

"Would you like to take a look inside the lodge? We've made a lot of progress. There's still furniture that we need to fill it with, but I can show you my laboratory if you like? That at least has much of what I"ll need to begin my alchemy projects."

Presuming the Baron would indeed like a tour, Kisaik waved his arm and began skipping along toward the front entrance to the lodge. "There is something I wanted to discuss, but that can wait until after I've shown you around..." Kisaik wasn't sure how to propose the idea, of starting a company of Knights underneath the umbrella of Hopetoun, and providing whatever security and service they could. Fetching cats from trees, helping old ladies across the road, that sort of thing.

So saying, he led him to the front of the lodge, and there was a large double-door, rounded at the top and banded with hard phoenix wood. "In we go!" Kisaik said and slipped through the gap in the door. He fully expected and wished for Darius to open the door himself, as he was quite a bit larger and stronger than Kisaik. Better able to manipulate such a large portal. Not that Kisaik couldn't do it at need, but he tried to keep a lid on his heavier magics.

Inside the lodge was a large, multi-purpose foyer. A hearth was set at the rear wall, unlit as of now (Saun was hot enough, afterall!), and with space for setting tables, chairs, and whatever else was needed, although at the moment it was empty. Stairs and ladders of various sizes and compositions were set all along either side of the hall, leading up into raised walks, that led each into rooms on the second story. A larger double door was set in the central, raised walk, above where the hearth was set. Apparently, the chimney sloped backward, to the point where it wasn't flush vertically.

"I was tasked with Saoire for finding her turtles and bringing them to Faldrass... So far I've only found one breeding pair. But more is going to be coming soon! We've planned to settle them in Hopetoun Hole, and to provide them with care in the Lodge itself, should they ever need it. I was wondering... Would you be amenable to an offer of service and protection from the Shellknights? I haven't found an order of knights yet but had planned on it... with your consent, of course.

[Darius Baer]

It took several trills of staring upwards, his mouth agape, for Darius to realise that his host was waiting on him. Kisaik was very short, after all, but it still wasn't polite to keep the tunawa waiting. This realisation prompted him to drop his gaze, and he looked into the green eyes of none other than Mädärä Kisaik Ciuruọrun sọ Kufuata Karo Kashe Däuä, Tìfmi Härumtä sọ anou Faewun Samuwar, ọbavi sọ tẹlẹ, igbaradi sọ anou tabi ọludïbọ. The tunawa was wearing a curious suit of armour that resembled vines and trees, but which Darius was certain was still very effective.

"Well met, Sir Chip!" he exclaimed, a pleased smile quickly stretching across his face. "I trust you are well?"

The tunawa's use of the honorific was going to take some getting used to. As much as Darius was unquestionably one of the Barons von Smooglenuff, he also thought of himself as the son of a sailor from Scalv-Town; an ordinary local kid who - for reasons largely unbeknownst to him - had found himself thrust into extraordinary circumstances.

"I would very much like a tour, aye," he responded to Kisaik's invitation. "And aye, I am well."

The tunawa came across as an earnest individual as he spoke of what had been achieved so far. And the suggestion that the diminutive knight had something to ask Darius caused a curious eyebrow to raise.

There was an awkward hesitation that followed, when the bearded blond assumed his host would open the door, before he did so himself on account of his relative size.

Once inside, however, his sense of awe immediately returned. The foyer, with its variably-sized ladders and entranceways was a sight to behold, and Darius could only imagine the immense amount of planning that must have gone into such an architectural feat.

Kisaik spoke about Saiore requesting him to bring turtles to Faldrass, and that piqued Darius' interest.

"How do you get turtles to Faldrass?" he asked, for such things were a mystery to him. "How many more do you think you'll get? The Hopetoun Hole seems like a good place for them, with the constant supply of water."

But it was the tunawa's other topic of conversation that truly caught Darius' attention. There was an offer for knights to serve him and to protect the settlement. It didn't take long for the bearded mariner to provide an answer.

"Aye, you'd be most welcome to do that," he nodded, "and I'd be appreciative of your service. We could get surcoats made so that everyone knows who you are. How many knights do you envisage being in the order? And how long would it take to establish, do you think?"

[Kisaik]

Kisaik cocked his head up at his tall guest, before blinking onto a nearby table, from which he could stare across from Darius with less of an ache in his neck. When asked how to get turtles to Faldrass, Kisaik held up a gauntleted finger, and then began rifling across a chain that held his cloak on his shoulders. The chain had several trinkets hanging from each link. One that resembled a shard of mirror, which seemed to shimmer with incadescence. This was what allowed him to speak in any language, and be understood by anthing that spoke a language, and in turn to understand them. His hand grazed over it only a moment before finding a pair of whistles. One of which was masterwork-crafted, resembling the workmanship of the cadouri master carvers. "This! Saoire gave me this whistle for the purpose of retrieving her turtles from Ol Tuck's Run. It can whisk me away to Sweetwine at a moment's notice, so long as my errand is to retrieve more of the turtles. I'm to retrieve a breeding pair or eggs of each kind of turtle and tortoise."

He set that whistle to the side, and held up another that was chained to his cloak's chain. It was also a whistle, although far less impressive workmanship. Still, there was obviously something special about it, as Kisaik held it with much reverence. "This here... is a turtle summoning whistle. I"ve yet to calibrate it, however... There's no telling what would come if I blew upon it again, but last time I blew it, Old Tuck himself appeared to my eyes!"

This he let hang from the chain, and folded his gauntleted hands in fromt of him, waiting for Darius to pass judgment on the idea of his forming a knighthood. "Oh, when? I've already begun building a group of very capable and impressive core of knights... There's Sir Quick, Sir Alaiwa, and even my own magnificent new squire, Vega Creede. But, I planned on housing them here, and being at the call of anyone who needs a hero, at a moment's notice, across Faldrass."

Kisaik's green eyes stared through his visor at Darius, seeming serious now. "I think we could build up a good core of knights in a very short amount of time. It's only a matter of spreading our deeds and letting people know we're on the watch, ready to defeat evil wherever it dwells."

Kisaik crossed his arms, and craned his neck p to look at Darius, letting him see his face as his neck extended beyond the lid of his cuirass. "So, we have your blessing? I promise not to bring trouble to your settlement, and protect its people with every ounce of courage in my bark."

[Darius Baer]

Darius didn't bother to hide his wonder as Kisaik told him of how he was able to travel to the Sweetwine and summon turtles with the aid of a pair of whistles. He had never heard of such a thing, but if he had learnt anything in the previous two arcs, it was that the Immortals were mysterious and creative beings.

"I've never met Ol' Tuck," he admitted with a shrug, before giving curiosity returned to the fore. "How do you tune the whistle?"

The baron's mind had gone to the flute he'd found near Hopetoun. He had tried to use it once, and only managed to create a shrill sound. He decided it would be best to give it another go at some stage.

When Kisaik stated that he'd already begun to recruit knights, Darius was surprised. But what really caught him off guard was one of the names the tunawa mentioned.

"Vega Creede is your squire?"

Hopetoun's leader realised a little too late that he had sounded somewhat incredulous, and he hadn't meant to, but it seemed strange to imagine one of the the leaders of the defence at Storm's Edge, who had been in the thick of the fighting, playing second fiddlePun! to the diminutive Sir Chip.

Regardless, the tunawa's eagerness - and the work he'd already done with the Shellknight Lodge - made it clear that he was serious.

"Aye, you most certainly have my blessing," Fabius replied. "As you will be based so close to Hopetoun, I would appreciate it if you could keep me abreast of the status of the order at all times, in case we need to call on you."

He paused briefly, weighing up how to word what else he had to say. He wasn't always fond of making snap decisions, but he was slowly becoming more comfortable with it.

"If the order is not officially a part of Hopetoun's permanent security, they needn't wear surcoats, because you don't serve me. You serve Hopetoun, Haven, and all of Faldrass. But I think you should wear a sigil that reflects the barony. That will signify my approval, so that you aren't mistaken for brigands. That way, there would be no doubt that you and the other knights are to be respected."

It was an endorsement that Darius hoped Kisaik would be pleased with. It gave the tunawa his blessing to operate autonomously, while also providing aid to Hopetoun whenever it was needed. But it also ensured other Faldrassians could call on the knights, too.

It felt like an option that would be beneficial to all parties. Darius only hoped that the tunawa saw it the same way.

[Kisaik]

Kisaik was pleased that he seemed to be making a good impression on the Baron and leader of the settlement he’d made his home for the better part of the past arc. ”Ol’Tuck is a giant turtle, a spirit I think? I think they may be an Induk even. The Sweetwine is their place. I think it has something to do with why there are so many turtles there.” Inevitably, the Baron’s questions turned to the idea of a whistle that could call turtles, and asked Kisaik how it could be tuned.

This puzzled the tunawa long enough that he took up the whistle, and stared at it, wondering just what he’d been asked. But then Darius caught up to the fact that Kisaik had some knights and squires already working with him, including the magnificent Vega Creede. He sounded almost surprised that she was a squire, which made Kisaik furrow his brow in confusion. ”Aye. See Knights do what needs doing, and Squires are much the same, only squires go a little further and say what needs saying. It’s not so much a hierarchy as maybe human knights might have… but it’s the way of the Shellknights.”

Kisaik breathed a sigh of relief, as Darius assured him he had his consent to operate within Faldrass. It was a great honor to be of service to the people of Faldrass, and Scalvoris beyond that. The Baron then went on to stipulate his conditions and requirements, which were very reasonable indeed. Kisaik nodded along, and then extended a hand. His arm lengthened about five feet toward the human, so that the tunawa could shake the human’s hand, as a way of sealing their agreement.

”I agree to abide by those terms, My lord Baron.” So having said that, he waited for the Baron to shake his hand.

Once they’d settled that matter, Kisaik’s mind turned back toward the tuning of the whistle. ”I was thinking I would have to tune it by trying. That’s how most things work isn’t it? By trying things.”

Having said this, he walked a ways to the north, and placed the whistle on his lips. The last time he’d used it, hadn’t had the intended effect exactly. He wanted to find specific turtle species. But, in curiosity, he blew it now.

The whistle resounded with a high melodic note. Then, somewhere in the distance, Kisaik could hear something.

It sounded like the roar of a great beast…

Kisaik summoned his blade, a shadow blade from his shadow that lay against the ground. ”My Lord Baron! I think something evil is coming this way! Prepare yourself!”

Sure enough, on the edge of the horizon, a huge Drawer Dragon appeared, it’s feet pummeling the ground as it ran forward toward Hopetoun Hole. ”Quick! Alaiwa! To arms! Phee! To me!”

There was the sound of little feet pattering around inside the lodge. Then Alaiwa rode out atop his steed, the terrier dog Angus. Quick ran out, holding his toseorun blade in front of him, ready to draw on their enemies.

Kisaik leapt into the sky, using sky steps to bridge the distance between himself, and Phee who flew down to catch him on his saddle.

”To Battle! For Hopetoun Hole!”

The Drawer Dragon roared, not impressed in the least by what it saw.

[Darius Baer]

Darius nodded silently as Kisaik explained who he believed Ol' Tuck was. But it was the tunawa's explanation of knights and squires with the Shellknights that raised his eyebrows. In truth, Darius little of how such things worked, and he reasoned that if Vega was happy with the arrangement, then he was in no position to be critical of it.

At Kisaik's suggestion that the best,way to tune a whistle was to blow into it, Darius shrugged. As evidenced by the shrill noise he'd created when he'd tried to use his flute, wind instruments were not his specialty.

The tunawa's extending hand caught Darius off guard, but he felt no fear. After taking a trill to take in the unusual sight, he clasped the offered hand so that the pair could shake on their agreement.

Kisaik blew the whistle and Darius listened to the noise it made. He couldn't tell whether or not it was out of tune, for it made a high tune that was not unappealing to the ear. But there was also a growling element to its music that he hadn't expected, and he cocked his head in curiosity at the noise. It was only when Kisaik leapt into action that he realised the growl had not come from the small instrument at all, but from an approaching threat.

As Kisaik readied himself, Darius heard the shrill hawk's cry of Katara from outside. The diri never seemed to let her ward get too far from her, and as the Shellknights began to ready their defense, Darius stepped outside and drew his weapon.

He watched as a drawer dragon appeared. It was not a creature he had seen before, and he didn't know what to expect. But he reasoned that letting it get too close would not be in anyone's best interests, so as Katara circled overhead, and as Ledas let out his own growl behind him, Darius tried to clear his mind.

It was not an easy task, in the face of a nearing danger, and no doubt it would become easier with practice, but this was his process for the time being.

By clearing his thoughts from his mind, Darius was able to focus on the small but growing ball of flame that began to appear in his palm. As Kisaik took to the sky - a wonder to behold all on its own - the FireForged gripped the fireball tightly, ran forwards, and threw his flaming missile at the drawer dragon.

[Darius Baer]

The ball of flame arced through the air. The drawer dragon was not the largest creature, but Darius was an athletic man and, with his target momentarily standing still, his aim was true. The ball struck the beast on its side and erupted into a mixture of sparks and embers.

The dragon reeled, then roared, and turned its head towards Darius. The Scalvorian tried to remain calm under the creature's gaze. He began meditating in an attempt to draw another fireball into his palm, but began to falter when the dragon charged.

As Kisaik flew overhead, and Quick and the mounted Alaiwa charged the beast along the ground, Darius heard a rumble. At first, it was an annoyance that distracted him from forging flame in his hand. But then he began to feel it. The fledgling flame in his palm was extinguished as his attention shifted to the ground. Small pebbles and scree began to shift.

The drawer dragon was no doubt a heavy creature, but could it shake the very ground it ran upon?

That question did not remain unanswered for long. With the beast approaching, and the Shellknights closing the distance, there was an almighty CRACK - the very earth itself cracked between them, and from the fissure erupted a geyser of scorching hot steam and water.

Darius stepped back, instinctively raising a forearm to shield his face, even though he was surely already at a safe distance.

When he looked again, the geyser was still angry, but it had weakened; its bursts of liquid and gas were not soaring as high into the sky as before. But it appeared to have scattered the combatants. He couldn't see Sir Chip, or Quick, or Alaiwa and Angus. But he also couldn't see the drawer dragon. Had the beast been scared off?

Apparently not. It's roar made that clear. A stamping of feet followed, and then the drawer dragon burst through the geyser's fountain, screeching as it moved. Clearly, it did not fear the geyser, but it was not impervious to it, either.

It faltered, then continued to lumber towards Darius. The settlement leader, realising he was now fighting without any allies, abandoned his meditation and flames efforts, and drew his longsword. He planted his feet, keeping his knees soft to brace himself.

The dragon closed the distance between them...Darius raised his blade...and completely mistimed his strike.

As he swung the sword down, the drawer dragon had already moved inside his reach, and the side of his blade glanced off the creature's thick hide. Simultaneously, the dragon barrel led into Darius' torso and sent him sprawling, and his longsword clattered onto the ground.

The drawer dragon snapped at Darius, who kicked out at it with his heels as he scrambled across the ground, trying to reach his blade. His first two kicks hit the beast's snout, which seemed to keep it bay for just a trill or two, and the baron lunged for his weapon. But as he made the move, he was caught by the dragon's jaw grabbing hold of his heel.

Darius attempted to wriggle his foot free, hoping that he could leave the beast with nothing but a mouthful of leather boot, but its bite was too tight to let that happen. He kicked wildly at it with his free foot, essentially stamping on the dragon's snout from his position on the ground, but it held firm.

And then the cold began to set in.

At first, Darius thought it was the pressure of the bite that was making his foot numb, but he soon came to realise that it was travelling up his body, far away from the creature's jaws. He could feel it running through his nerves and veins, his very blood beginning to feel a chill. Through gritted teeth, he realised that the drawer dragon was not adding cold to his body, but removing heat. And he refused to let it continue.

"I am forged by flame," he grunted as he reached for his blade.

He felt a warmthBlazing Heart flicker in his chest as he spoke.

"I have run through the fireA reference to the bridge of Walk by Foo Fighters, as a small tribute to the late Taylor Hawkins.."

The warmth grew, spreading across his torso.

"I am sworn to Faldrass."

The heat met the cold that was climbing his leg, and overcame it. The drawer dragon's attempts to freeze him were halted, but the beast's grip on his foot remained.

Darius' outstretched fingertips brushed against the pommel of his weapon, but it was just beyond reach. He then attempted to take hold of Liathen's sword knot instead, but the dragon pulled at him and as he was dragged clear, he only received a handful of dirt. Another pair of kicks were sent to the beast's snout with his free heel, and still it held its grip.

Katara screeched overhead and Darius looked up at his diri, and though it pained him to take his next course of action, he knew it was what he must do.

He apologised to his flaming hawk even as he conjured up his Limit Breaker ability. Darius Baer was FireForged and a vassal of Faldrass, but there was another Induk to whom he had been offered the opportunity to swear fealty.

Ishallr.

Darius could have been IceForged. He could have been Ishallr's vassal. But he had pledged himself to Faldrass, and he had no intention of changing his allegiance. And yet, it was ice that he now sought.

With an apology to Katara, Darius clenched his jaw and summoned an Ice Spear. It levitated, and - courtesy of his Forged abilities - he was able to send it straight at the stubborn drawer dragon. His diri squawked as the spear ricocheted off the dragon's hide, and he summoned another icy polearm. This one he didn't throw; instead, he thrust it with all his strength at his attacker's face. Despite his inexperience with a spear, Darius knew there was almost no way he could miss, for he merely had to be able to strike near his own foot.

The tip of the spear penetrated the dragon's hide behind its ear and the beast let out a roar of pain, loosening its grip on Darius' foot for the first time. The Scalvorian wasted no time in pulling his limb free, before rolling along the ground, collecting his blade, and crouching into a defensive position on one knee.

The wounded dragon attempted to reclaim him, but it was slower and less deadly than before. Darius did not mistime his strike a second time. As soon as the lumbering beast came within striking distance, Darius' blade made contact. A strong thrust sent the tip of his longsword into the beast's eye, causing it to roar in pain and shake its head in an attempt to pull itself free. That only served to move the blade about its own wound, causing more damage. Darius pulled his sword back towards him before sending one final thrust into the beast, and it collapsed to the ground and lay still.

Hopetoun's leader stood, testing his foot to bear his weight as he did so. He looked around. The geyser had become a mere whimper, but he could no longer see his allies. Sir Chip, Quick, Alaiwa and Angus were nowhere to be seen. But, more crucially, neither was Katara. Victory had come at a cost, and he felt his diri's absence keenly. Under his breath, he alologised to the flaming hawk and swore they would - eventually - be reunited.

[Rozkia]

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Points Awarded: 15

Darius

Renown: +10 for defending Hopetoun from a drawer Dragon!
Injuries/Overstepping: Darius and Katara’s bond will be severed for 20 trials.

Knowledges:

• Combat: Polearms And Staves: If you only strike once, strike with power.
• Combat: Unarmed: Kicking your way out of a bad situation.
• Discipline: Not giving up, even when you're at a disadvantage.
• Hunting: Drawer dragons attempt to drain the body heat from their prey.
• Hunting: Drawer dragons do not release their bite grip easily.
• Endurance: Resisting the pain of your body heat being drained.
• Leadership: Recognising an offer that will help your followers.
• Musical Instrument: Wind: Blowing a bad note can have unintended consequences.
• Socialisation: Negotiating a deal that will benefit others.
• Tactics: Sometimes ice is better than fire.

Skillplay:
✓ | Appropriate to level!

Notes: There’s something about imagining Darius looking at a giant turtle house that makes me giggle. He’s very much human in a sense that he’s complex yet simple haha. He considers himself ordinary (he’s anything but) and that's a nice mix to the situations he finds himself in. On the other side, playing Darius as you do, it’s very clear that you a grasp on him. Your write him and I can almost see him in real life!

Kisaik

Renown: +5 for coming to an agreement with a Baron!
Injuries/Overstepping: -

Knowledges:

• Musical Instrument: Wind: The Turtle Whistle, tuned to attract a monitor lizard. (drawer dragon)
• Musical Instrument: Wind: Try a new tune to see what comes out.

Skillplay:
✓ | Appropriate to level!

Notes:Kisaik being nervous was reasonable haha. I enjoyed reading him talk to peter - the panhandler was very much a good listener He’s such a polite little twig, worrying over how to best suggest his future protection and aid service. Praise to Kisaik’s character aside, you have a very descriptive yet easy to follow writing style! Little things that are built on make it easy to get a visual of the things around the PC! I was a bit sad that there wasn’t more too see of Kisaik, but all In all a very well done thread from you <3

Just a head sup that you reached the soft minimum; if you’d like to claim those extra knowledges do let me know by dropping me a pm!

Wrap-up: A very interesting thread all in all! I was looking forward to seeing Kisaik and Darius in battle together, but things happen! The general feel of this thread was very well placed and both PC's brought there best (which we love to see in any thread). If there are any questions or concerns please drop a line and I'll get to them asap! <3