01-23-2017, 04:45 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-23-2017, 04:46 PM by Turrent Kraunce.
Edit Reason: Wrong account post.
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(Please read this as Capri - I forgot to switch accounts. My apologies.)
Stepping through the skein in a flash with heavy thuds of his boots and his bags holding a stock of his brews, Capri stands tall for a few moments surveying around him and taking in the season. His voice somewhat soft for his rough tone.
"All good ta be home, now I gots ta get my gear packed away and see a brotha 'bout how things all chillin'. Shishishi."
His steps steadily head off towards the tavern as his laughter is light and full of glee.
Stepping through the skein in a flash with heavy thuds of his boots and his bags holding a stock of his brews, Capri stands tall for a few moments surveying around him and taking in the season. His voice somewhat soft for his rough tone.
"All good ta be home, now I gots ta get my gear packed away and see a brotha 'bout how things all chillin'. Shishishi."
His steps steadily head off towards the tavern as his laughter is light and full of glee.
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)