Throm sat on his saddle, chest still turned to the left from his dodging of the archer's attack mere seconds before. As soon as the archer was hit with his returned to sender he flashed his nailed metal-clad left hand and shot a stake of ice was to impale the archer through the weakest part of...
Having his Art of Perception actively in use since the group first showed their muggy scowls. He was very aware, of the four attempting to rob him down to the irregular breathing, the slight sheen of sweat that started to appear on the two dagger wielders brow and their nervous palming of their...
Throm was aware of the men's presence well before he actually encountered them, mainly due to his habit of using a low level constant Owl Breath: Art of Perception while he traveling as an almost afterthought. Throm learned at an early age that true blindness and ignorance lead to a quick death...
Throm guided Newmoon, his sassy white-spotted gray mare, down the barely matted grass that served as a road in these parts. The elves were some of the poorer races that inhabited Ornare thus leaving them to trek of foot, steed for the few who could afford such, or use whatever forest magic they...
Name:
Throm Iglis
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Sub-Stats:
450/350
Race:
Human
Rank: 8
Affiliation ( Suit, Jokers, Argossian):
Suit - Diamonds
Personality: Cool, calm, and collected in the face of elevated stress. A bit shy when meeting new people but is quick to become fast friends with those who...