Darin bites a slice of bread, his eyes thinking. "The guild, or Ryken Adventurer Guild to be more specific," He begins after having swallowed, "is essentially an organization that manages and hands out various requests and missions, with those capable or qualified able to take them. The jobs can vary, though the more dangerous are reserved for the more experienced, of course." He pauses for a silent moment of thought. "Also, while many jobs posted are requests from those outside the guild, I do believe the guild puts out it's own jobs, especially for more concerning or urgent matters."Hello Darin, marksman. It's good to meet you. It's a little hard to know where to start. OK...can you tell us about the Adventurer's Guild
Darin gives a smile, leaning on smirk, at the question of his profession. "I've always been fascinated with gunpowder weaponry; using only a chemical reaction contained within metal, a projectile can be sent flying towards a distant target at drastic speeds. I truly cannot understand why the people of this wo-" He gives a cough, "that the world hasn't adopted guns on any large scale. Well, apart from some on the First Continent, though I can't confirm that."It's nice to meet you Darin, sir. The questions I'd like to start with are these: Why a marksman? Can you tell me more about your race? Where did you grow up? Can you tell me about your journey so far?
(I didn't see any rule against this but I'm inspired to RP out the interview. If the one being interviewed is alright with it then feel free to answer!)Darin gives a smile, leaning on smirk, at the question of his profession. "I've always been fascinated with gunpowder weaponry; using only a chemical reaction contained within metal, a projectile can be sent flying towards a distant target at drastic speeds. I truly cannot understand why the people of this wo-" He gives a cough, "that the world hasn't adopted guns on any large scale. Well, apart from some on the First Continent, though I can't confirm that."
"Anyway, my intentions to be a marksman were always there. Meeting my mentor was simply what led to my actual training as one."
At the mention of his race, Darin looks at his scaled hands, his expression not revealing anything. "Hmph, I'm a part of the beast race, which can vary quite a lot." He gestures to a man at another table, who appears almost completely human from this angle, with the exception of wolf-like ears. "Whether it's skin, fur, scales, feathers, or even carapaces, we all share one aspect: we can range from a nearly complete animal physiology, to only a couple features. As you can see, well, I lean heavily towards the former."
Upon being asked of where he grew up, Darin's eyes briefly dart to the side, before narrowing on the interviewer. "I cannot recall."
"Hmph, my journey?" Darin asks with a metaphorically raised eyebrow, before shrugging, raising one claw as he begins a list, "I've been with a group that discovered the presence of a dangerous, uncovered tomb; I've guarded a noble at a party, where the kitchen burst into flames; I've assisted in a mission to rout a gang, which is how I entered the guild; and I've recently decided to answer the call of an odd request for help, though I don't particularly look forward to the swamp."
With a sigh, Darin picks up the mug and takes a long gulp of water. He then pushes the plate of bread slices to the interviewer, "Want any?"
"Hmph, on a surface level, sure." Darin admitted, before quickly continuing, "However, a marksman -or 'gunslinger' as some may say, though I find that term inaccurate for myself- is as much an archer as a spearman is to a swordsman; the principles may be similar, but the actual usage is significantly different. An archer must focus on the manipulation of the bow's string, the trajectory of the arrow, and how long it'll take to reach the target. The musket-wielding marksman must focus on rapid but proper reloading, controlling their breath, and tolerating the physical recoil. When there's a controlled explosion blasting out a heavy lead ball, the kick into your shoulder multiple times in short succession is not pleasant."(I didn't see any rule against this but I'm inspired to RP out the interview. If the one being interviewed is alright with it then feel free to answer!)
Pad of paper placed neatly on the table with pen and inkwell at the ready, the interviewer listens intently, occasionally nodding along to Darin's answers and making noncommittal noises such as hm's and ah's. One leg crosses over the other underneath the table, a small shift in his torso the only indication of a change in position. A delicate hand with long, slender and calloused fingers swiftly writes down the beastman's answers in elegant script. Glasses on a pale, thin face glint in the candlelight of the tavern. The pointer finger of the unoccupied hand rises to push the spectacles further up onto the bridge of his nose.
"A fascinating weapon." He muses, though doesn't interrupt the beastman answering the other questions he'd asked. A dip of the pen into the inkwell causes a split second pause in writing before it resumes. "Would you describe a marksman as something similar to an archer?" He asks, green eyes watching the beastman as his right hand continues to write. His hand pauses, finishing the script of the rest of the answers and momentarily places the pen on its side to clench and unclench his hand into a fist. He picks up the pen again to resume with another quick dip into the inkwell, pen poised above the paper.
"I apologize if I offended." The interviewer says in a soft voice, a frown on his lips. "It was a rude question." Words spoken in sincerity, he continues on without missing a beat. Regardless if the interviewee accepts his apology or not, he's here to interview, and thus must continue with his questions. "I'm sure the world will adopt these guns eventually, once they've seen the power they have. However, change is terrifying to many, and the thought of stronger weapons means another race towards the next war over resources." Flowing script spelled out the word mentor with quick movements. "How did you meet this mentor?" With a line drawn from the word to the space underneath, he pauses, pen poised, and waits for an answer.
"You don't recall your childhood?" He asks in surprise, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. "Or is it you wish not to indulge one such as me in your past?" If the other wished him not to pry, he wouldn't. Causing the beastman to go on guard and withdraw was the opposite of what he wanted to do, and prying into something someone wanted to keep secret was not the way to go about it. He had to earn the trust of the one he interviewed by respecting them and their experiences. "Your adventures all sound dangerous and positively thrilling." He states, a partial purr in his voice at the thought of adventure. He wishes to ask more about the adventures, however, he decides to wait for the answers to the previous questions he'd asked first so as not to overwhelm Darin and his own hand. At the offer to bread, he gingerly takes a piece and begins to nibble at it, finding it a little harder to what he was used to eating.
Great question, thank you!It must be hard, your desire for honor being so set against your personal beliefs. to be duty-bound to a man you loath must be rough, how have you coped?
The most perilous experience I encountered during my days as a squire was a fierce skirmish with a band of raiders while we were on a mission to protect our kingdom's border. We were outnumbered and caught off guard, and the enemy was well-armed and ruthless. It was a brutal and chaotic battle, and I saw some of my fellows fall in the line of duty. The odds were against us, but through sheer determination and the guidance of our commander, we managed to repel the attackers and secure our border. It was a formative experience that taught me the importance of unwavering resolve and the value of teamwork in the face of overwhelming danger.Excluding the assassination attempt you thwarted, what was the most dangerous thing you witnessed back in your days as a squire?
What threats beset your kingdom? Are there any other kingdoms with territorial ambitions against you, or is it more of domestic rebels that you deal with, or just raiders from faraway lands?