02-12-2017, 06:51 PM
Trudging through the snow as a slightly difficult pace with the faint sizzle of fire and ice meeting at his feet that were scorched and smoldering with chemicals, Turrent every couple of steps stops to pull his right leg out of the mess of slush and snow while huffing in irritation. Noticing the small gathering he slowly turns to the area and gives his usual two-finger salute style wave.
"G'day you lot, I miss somethin'? Ain't thinking there were a party announced or such ta me recollectin'."
"G'day you lot, I miss somethin'? Ain't thinking there were a party announced or such ta me recollectin'."
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)