Thalarion watched the awakening, the dark ritual playing out as he made some mental calculations on the thaumaturgic flows and workings. There was a concern as the ritual played out. How much more expensive would each return become? Should he be concerned that an entire nation might have to be...
Thalarion had remained seemingly impassive as the Sorceress tried to snarl at him over his comments on her stewardship of this sacred place of power. He noted she had not bothered to actually provide any answer, rather hiding behind pride and retorts. His masked face had followed her as she had...
Thalarion had quietly watched the others, a few faces he knew while others were not ones he had recognized. His golden mask always impassive hid his features from view, concealing any emotion he might more openly display. It felt strange to be coming back here after all this time, to know that...
Basic Information
Character Name: Thalarion
Race: Human (Magic Enhanced)
Bio: Desperation is the driving force of the Turegian Deserts. What was once the home of the greatest of empires is now a shell, filled with desperate people trying to carve out a living among the ruins of fallen glory...
Yeah, sorry, going through a job change currently and its killed my drive for this character at the moment. I'll go ahead and bow out. Thanks for the chance though. Hope the game goes well!
Sorry, been really out of it. This is my final work week at this job so I've been a little worn out with how they've got my schedule rolling between morning and closing shifts. I'll get a roll in and try to get my post and sheet updated.
Pandemos rubs his chin in thought as he considers the secret ways. Fleeing was an option, but honestly he'd tanked his chance of not being run down by the enemy when he'd just refused the offer. The Blackscale would have to gun for him simply for that matter if they were to uphold their...
Pandemos Xalax regarded the mayhem and carnage of the siege, unable to believe he'd allowed himself to be drawn in so deeply to the plight of others. It had seemed like such a simple job, harassing and sinking any of the Bronze Tide vessels to give these people time. Now he felt like perhaps...
Victor Wrathdale
Turn 02
Operation Poisoned Pain
The bridge of the Persephone was abuzz with activity as the vessel continued its silent running, lurking like a spider in the shadow of HROA VIII as the various plans were being spun and prepared on behalf of the suffering denizens of the world...
Φ-Hᴏᴜsᴇ Gᴜʟᴀ-Φ
A carriage ambled into the siege camp with an escort, bearing the black and white banners bearing the eerie eye of House Gula. There was already a pavilion tent that had just been completed in preparation for the arrival of Ricardi Gula to obersve events in motion. It was also...