Metro received with a mildly surprised ear Tak getting into "captain mode" for once. The first half of his speech even felt like an actual remonstrance to the vessel's intel officer, it was almost like discovering a whole new side to the Volus' personality, one he could even call calm and...
Metro Saezarryx
The Turian acknowledged Talis' presence with a nod and returned the greeting. As far as he could judge, this Asari had a serious work ethic and seemed to be a reliable teammate. It was probably good to have her with them, all the more seriousness to counterbalance Tak Vorla's...
Metro Saezarryx
Metro has been up and running on the deck of the CIU Phoenix for a few hours already. He was an early bird, even to his race's standards. To his own satisfaction : each morning, the Turian had some time to enjoy the quietude before the relative agitation that came with a...
Hiya @spacepanda @ThatGuyWithSouvlaki ! Glad to be onboard with you!
Right now I'm thinking about going with a Turian guy or gal, getting a few ideas but nothing too fleshed out already, and still not sure about the exact role in the crew.
Also, sorry in advances for the mistakes I might do...
I don't really have a character idea for now, but SIC officer could be cool. And for races I'm thinking about human, turian, quarian, maybe even A.I or geth (but given the time of the setting that'd pretty be odd without a solid justification)
The master of Charondale briefly thanks his servant for getting rid of the corpse's head and takes the scroll from his hand. Once the young man has left, the castellan opens the message and reads through it, swearing internally. Rolling the scroll back, peeking through the window at nothing in...
Meleagan cleans the iron stick with a dirty piece of cloth that he throws into the fireplace. For a moment he silently observes the dead, or rather, the inanimate head, before answering.
"Please come in" the castellan says setting the fire iron aside. Once the young servant is inside, he orders...
Alright. Blind, that's for sure. Immune to Pain, most likely. Meleagan has retrieved the fire iron from the foulish flesh of the undead. He observes it, thoughtful.
Hearing seems to function normally. Heat perception as well, maybe a little diminished though. Pain however seems to be completely...
Meleagan's nose twitch at the smell of that vile pestilence and he wince, bringing the left palm to cover the lower half of his face. What a briliant idea he had... hopefully that won't stay for too long. And now that this is done, better make use of the opportunity. The lordling approaches the...
Meleagan nods, not really paying attention to his sister's religious remark. It'd be the proof that the Paragon has a good sense of humor. And the cynical lordling was very doubtful about that. Too bad besides, because he'd probably be more keen on worshipping such a deity. He lets his sister...
The lordling sighs and shrugs "I fear we're left with hopes, these are mercenaries, maybe they are skilled veterants, though they could as well be mere bandits. At least if they don't last too long we could put these crossbows to better uses."
Meleagan huffs, arms crossed and thoughtful gaze...