Post by Robyn Hood on Jun 23, 2012 20:09:49 GMT -5
Character name: Little John
Character race: Human
Character's physical description: Tall and very musclar. Shaved head.
Character age type (child, adolescent, young adult, middle aged, elderly.) Young adult (almost considered middle aged)
Character class/job: Outlawed Barbarian
Character equipment (includes weapons, magical items, armor, scientific items, etc) : basic traveling clothes, a long heavy staff with a round bolder one yard diameter making it a huge mallet. Also has two heavy maces for back up (one for each hand)
Character personality: very rough around the edges, tough love is his middle name, but genuinely cares about Robyn, Took, and those they help.
Brief Character Back Story Written in Post Form:
"Aye Took, 'heard you the last time you asked."
A storm approached, which was not a good sign. Robyn would usually called off the heist if thunder and rain made things less safe. The travelers who came forward didn't really seem worth it either. As John sat on Took's Stag form's back, ready to charge in, he wasn't sure why she hadn't. Took has been fearfully asking over and over again why she hadn't. John kept him silent for most part.
There three, cloaked and hidden in the cloaks. No features could really be seen.
Perhaps she smells something.
"Oye, Took, do ya smell anything odd?"
The stag sniffed the air the shook his head.
"Nothing abnormal. Why?"
"Nevermind, mate."
John looked up from their hiding spot just off the path. The began then, all at once like it usually did in those mountains. Thunder clashed.
"Could...could they mercenaries...?"
"Will ya trust Robyn do 'er job, Took? Or 'm I gonna hafta slap ya again?"
The problem was, it was a really good question. Morlena had suffered quite a number of gold since Robyn, Took, and John began their theivery work. It would also explain why Robyn had neither sounded the attack or signaled abandonment of it. She could smell better where she was. Higher up, down wind. That was her job, to keep the others safe. Took once said she had a safe position up there, not as attack to her not pulling her weight but as a compliment to her character. However, John missed that meaning and slapped him saying 'Robyn keeps the us safe. Even if we do die, she has the hardest job of knowing she's responsible until she her dies.' Robyn then stepped forward and explained what Took meant. Then she went on and said 'And John, if you both were kill when my bow was supposed to protect you I think you know I wouldn't allow myself to live. I would charge Mortumlovia in a suicide run so they could kill me.'
Little John knew it was true. He knew she wasn't lying nor exaggerating. She would end her life and the hope she had given to all.
"John..." Took whispered. John looked up.
The three had stopped. Right where the ambush would happen, they just stopped. One turn towards John and Took. His cloak hood shrouded anything beneath in a way that it looked empty. An experiment gone wrong probably.
'Or gone right!'
The emptiness of hood felt like such an eerie dark magic. John couldn't comprehend it but it was starting at him and Took. He knew it. He gripped the giant hammer tightly.
A voice entered his head. It sounded like it was gasping for breath as it did so.
'Do you know the way to the white rose of may?'
A moment more passed before it looked forward again, and contonuied walking ul the path, the other two following along. Once out of earshot, John sighed in relief. He looked at the tree next to him. The white rose was blooming.
'She had signalled to call off the attack...Why didn't I see it?'
"That's the call off signal, right?"
"Aye Took, that be it. C'mon let's go ahead and meet Robyn."
The thunder clapped as they walked into the woods. John looked back once.
'What did it mean by that? 'The white rose of may?' Was it talking about the call off signal?'
Character race: Human
Character's physical description: Tall and very musclar. Shaved head.
Character age type (child, adolescent, young adult, middle aged, elderly.) Young adult (almost considered middle aged)
Character class/job: Outlawed Barbarian
Character equipment (includes weapons, magical items, armor, scientific items, etc) : basic traveling clothes, a long heavy staff with a round bolder one yard diameter making it a huge mallet. Also has two heavy maces for back up (one for each hand)
Character personality: very rough around the edges, tough love is his middle name, but genuinely cares about Robyn, Took, and those they help.
Brief Character Back Story Written in Post Form:
"Aye Took, 'heard you the last time you asked."
A storm approached, which was not a good sign. Robyn would usually called off the heist if thunder and rain made things less safe. The travelers who came forward didn't really seem worth it either. As John sat on Took's Stag form's back, ready to charge in, he wasn't sure why she hadn't. Took has been fearfully asking over and over again why she hadn't. John kept him silent for most part.
There three, cloaked and hidden in the cloaks. No features could really be seen.
Perhaps she smells something.
"Oye, Took, do ya smell anything odd?"
The stag sniffed the air the shook his head.
"Nothing abnormal. Why?"
"Nevermind, mate."
John looked up from their hiding spot just off the path. The began then, all at once like it usually did in those mountains. Thunder clashed.
"Could...could they mercenaries...?"
"Will ya trust Robyn do 'er job, Took? Or 'm I gonna hafta slap ya again?"
The problem was, it was a really good question. Morlena had suffered quite a number of gold since Robyn, Took, and John began their theivery work. It would also explain why Robyn had neither sounded the attack or signaled abandonment of it. She could smell better where she was. Higher up, down wind. That was her job, to keep the others safe. Took once said she had a safe position up there, not as attack to her not pulling her weight but as a compliment to her character. However, John missed that meaning and slapped him saying 'Robyn keeps the us safe. Even if we do die, she has the hardest job of knowing she's responsible until she her dies.' Robyn then stepped forward and explained what Took meant. Then she went on and said 'And John, if you both were kill when my bow was supposed to protect you I think you know I wouldn't allow myself to live. I would charge Mortumlovia in a suicide run so they could kill me.'
Little John knew it was true. He knew she wasn't lying nor exaggerating. She would end her life and the hope she had given to all.
"John..." Took whispered. John looked up.
The three had stopped. Right where the ambush would happen, they just stopped. One turn towards John and Took. His cloak hood shrouded anything beneath in a way that it looked empty. An experiment gone wrong probably.
'Or gone right!'
The emptiness of hood felt like such an eerie dark magic. John couldn't comprehend it but it was starting at him and Took. He knew it. He gripped the giant hammer tightly.
A voice entered his head. It sounded like it was gasping for breath as it did so.
'Do you know the way to the white rose of may?'
A moment more passed before it looked forward again, and contonuied walking ul the path, the other two following along. Once out of earshot, John sighed in relief. He looked at the tree next to him. The white rose was blooming.
'She had signalled to call off the attack...Why didn't I see it?'
"That's the call off signal, right?"
"Aye Took, that be it. C'mon let's go ahead and meet Robyn."
The thunder clapped as they walked into the woods. John looked back once.
'What did it mean by that? 'The white rose of may?' Was it talking about the call off signal?'