07-13-2016, 08:27 PM
Approaching through the woods and off a beaten path, a collection of rattling and clinking can be heard as a thin and wiry fellow makes his way into town center looking about and seemingly taking measurements of things around him.
For any nearby a strange smell of black powder and honey floats about the fellow and upon his back seems to be a large bottle.
He mumbles as he moves about.
"Strange place dis one is...Least ain't anotha fuckin' run down shift of a village....Gotta find good spots..."
For any nearby a strange smell of black powder and honey floats about the fellow and upon his back seems to be a large bottle.
He mumbles as he moves about.
"Strange place dis one is...Least ain't anotha fuckin' run down shift of a village....Gotta find good spots..."
A Soot-coated and oddly thin human wearing a strange tattered cloak, torn pants, and a variety of pouches and containers. His pony-tail appears to be singed and he smells of blast powder and a hint of honey.
(OOG - Christian Kimmerer - Medical Marshal)
(OOG - Christian Kimmerer - Medical Marshal)