Oh an before I go to sleep. @haurchefantgreystone@skysteelsun I might have done a thing while I was drinking. Have a Lancefer on Goblin. (Though I doubt I’ll actually lvl him beyond lvl15 for now.)
Most
Positive Trait: Intelligent (His intelligence is part of what helped him survive the last 10yrs since he ran away from home at 15. He uses it to his advantage whenever possible. Sometimes even in cunning ways.)
Worst Negative: Haughty (He can get like this over certain topics. It’s not always intentional but he gets carried away with showing his intelligence on the topic at hand. Which is partly why he tends to be a loner. Because this behavior leaves him with few friends. It’s become easier to let this behavior happen rather then get hurt later by someone.)
Basteaux recognizes the voice before the words fully register. He
curls his hands more fully around the wooden mug in front of him rather
than look up to the face he knows he’ll see. “Even if one doesn’t have to be, from another’s perspective, sometimes it’s better that way.”
He
breathes a sigh and looks up, squinting slightly in the dim light of
the tavern. “I know you mean well, Destiney,” he continues, “but you
would be better off simply forgetting my existence.
Surely there are
others more receptive to your attention?” There is, perhaps startlingly, something akin to warmth coloring his smooth baritone despite the words. It’s as he rises from his seat that the reason becomes more clear. Though he hides it well, there’s a lack of stability about him, each step deliberate as he makes his way toward the exit.
He stops with his hand on the doorframe, glancing back over his shoulder to his surprise visitor. “Goodnight.”
A deep breath before slowly letting it out. Nearly in a sigh. Stubborn to the core. However his words had struck a cord. Someone else that decided she was ‘too good’ for them. She hated that. Yet for some reason it only made her more stubborn than want to run off. She was totally not letting this go so easily.
She walked over to stand beside him, Daisy perched on her shoulder and merely watching the exchange. A warm smile that doesn’t quite meet her eyes as she looks to him. “I think I would much prefer not forgetting. Besides are you going to force me to stay put and not follow you?”
She shrugs and looks out the doorway into the night outside of the tavern. “Did you ever think maybe the Twelve decided you need a friend?
Nymeia works in strange ways.
Maybe it’s time for you to quit isolating yourself for at least one friend?”
Now that smile had a hint of mischief to it as she patted the book sitting against her hip. This time the smile did reach her gaze. “Worse comes to worse I could just give you a light bop on the head. Don’t try to tell me I’m ‘too good’ to talk to you or be your friend. We don’t know each other well enough for you to fairly make that judgement of me.”
The sudden exclamation caught Kheda off guard, and she jumped briefly, before moving. She didn’t even think, choosing instead to simply run forward. Thankfully, that seemed to work out, as she narrowly managed to avoid being struck by a sword. She glanced behind her just as the sword hit the ground, gritting her teeth and quickly spinning around to thrust her spear at her enemy.
“Thanks for the heads up!”
She would have been in big trouble, had the other not noticed or said anything in warning.
A brief nod from the hyuran woman before hurrying over with her sword and shield drawn. She stood beside the miqo’te woman with a hint of a smile. Too much travel had left her itching for a fight or at least helping in one.
“You looked like you could use a hand. Hope you don’t mind. Just point me to whoever needs a good shield to the face.”
“Change anything… No. Maybe… Changing history would change the present. Not always for the better. Sometimes it just makes things worse. I wish I had not caused my mother such grief by running away. Yet… I might not be on my current path had I remained. I might have been forced a different direction had I not left when I did. I might not be the mage I am. I might have ended up in Ishgard for years like my sister. No I think I am more content the way things are then musing over what might have been had I changed my choices that day.”
“I enjoy art and music. Though I am afraid I am not well skilled in either. I will gladly listen to others who play beautifully or admire some skilled art. I’ve never been to a play or some of the other arts that might exist. I would not be against broadening my horizons.”
“As for curiosity… Very. Thankfully it has not gotten me into too much danger yet. At least none that I have not been able to get myself out of.”
“I… I don’t have time for such. Well… I haven’t before. My studies and surviving were always more important then such things. Then the study of ruins became a priority. So… I honestly can not say I enjoy any as I have never tried.”
“Curiosity is healthy. As long as caution is used so as not to run headlong into danger. I might… have gotten Esper and myself into a few sticky situations because of the curiosity that ruins tends to invoke in me. I no longer go into ruins along if I can help it.”
“The Sea of Clouds. The nights out there are absolutely gorgeous. The sky feels like it goes on forever and less clouds to obscure the view. So the amount of stars that can be seen feels endless. Like a field of stars.”
“Ruins. Any of them. The lesser known the better. The wealth of information and lost knowledge to be gleaned… That is a definite favorite of mine. I am especially interested in the lost cities like Nym, Mhach, and Amdapor.”
Spirit of the Warlock 