[FIELDSET="Stepping Out to Adventure"] [imgr="Lorcan Rood"]
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Today the horse grounds would be filled with animals to be sold to eager buyers. If expectations about the increase in the market due to the change in the climate of the empire held up, it would be a madhouse. Lorcan was glad that he wasn't there to be a part of it all.
Lorcan wouldn't mind having one of those fine beasts to ride right about now though. That the horse merchant's son was stuck traveling by foot might not have been ironic, but it sure was a dark joke. His father might have called it an omen for his son to turn back from his foolish ideas and return to the family business. But the young man had found his newfound career as a courier to be a successful one and one that allowed him more travel and greater opportunity to experience a larger variety of new people and places than just selling horses at a few market places.
Even though he may be stuck on his feet, temporarily, Lorcan was stepping out on his way to the very capital of the republic itself, Kyre. The possibilities for his future could be endless. If he could courier the right information between the right people or factions, he could find himself in a position to do something more than be involved only in the shadows of important decisions. Lorcan could be one making some of those important decisions himself.
Lorcan had met people coming and going during his days on the road so far. That wasn't unusual at all. Sometimes they passed with barely a nod of greeting, sometimes they lingered long enough to trade the latest news. Off and on a group of travelers would gather together for protection along the road and stay together for a considerable period of time. This would usually last until some of the travelers got co see enough to their destination to branch off again or to hook up with a different, and usually larger, group of travelers. Such as a full fledged trade caravan.
Lorcan didn't mind the bouts of solitude while traveling. It gave him time for thoughtful reflection on the best ways to enrich his future. But it was always more interesting to have someone to talk with along the way, so the lone courier was currently in search of a caravan to join himself.
Upon rounding the next bend however, it wasn't a trade caravan that Lorcan spotted, but another solitary traveler like himself. And in similar fashion, the traveler was afoot as well.
“Hoy! Heading my way?” The man treading down the hill called out to Lorcan. By the looks of him, he was a man accustomed to traveling long stretches at a time, and dressed to cross rougher terrain when needed. Perhaps some sort of scout.
“Hi,” the man added as he caught up with Lorcan. “I can see you are travelling alone – and travelling my way. Fancy some company for a day or so?” He held forth a plump brace of pheasants. “I could use someone to help me with these this evening."
There were a few things that Lorcan had learned never to say no to in his young but well traveled life. A dance with the mayor's fat wife, even if she had a habit of pinching your cheeks, and not just the ones on your face. A bone warming drink on a damp and cold day. And a meal of fresh pheasant, whether served under a glass dome at a fancy inn, or straight from a spit at a smoky campfire.
"Greetings, and best of the day to you." Lorcan answered the huntsman. "Name's Lorcan and I would be most pleased with the company." He quickly dug into his backpack and produced a bottle of wine. "And if you are willing to share such a fine feast, please let me add this bottle of spring wine that I picked up in Jeffreys as my own contribution to the meal."
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[SPOILERBUTTON="Description"][FIELDSET="A Well Heeled Gent"]
Physical Description:
Unlike many men who have followed the call as couriers, rangers, scouts, and other types of outriders, Lorcan doesn't look as if he has spent the past month living in a hole of dirt beneath the bushes. He doesn't look as if he has been living without the aid of a razor, a hair comb, or a bucket of clean water.
Instead, he looks as well groomed and as precise as a soldier on the parade grounds. His face is clean shaven and his hair is well trimmed and tidy. Lorcan likewise eschews wrapping himself in robes and cloaks with a hood eternally lifted to protect his face against the elements even on a clear spring day in a town full of friendly people unlike some others he has seen do. Perhaps they have something more to hide.
Lorcan prefers clothing that is well-fitted and not only serviceable but neatly pleasing to the eye. His style could be paramilitary, but in a congenial way. His black hair is allowed just enough length to add an element of lushness and his grey eyes often crinkle underneath like a wry smile.
Whenever Lorcan enters an area, it is always with a certain sense of presence. Not in a threatening or overbearing way. But through his body language, in a way that seems confident and capable, without being cocky or bullish. More like a sleek hound who looks ready to play.
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[URL="https://www.rpgcrossing.com/profiler/view.php?id=77101"]Lorcan[/URL], Level 1 - Ranger (Courier) -
HP: 9/9, AC: 16
Initiative: +3, Speed: 30ft Senses: Passive Perception 14
Saving Throws: *Str +3, *Dex +3 , Con -1, Int +0, Wis +2, Cha +2
Abilities: Str 12, Dex 16, Con 8, Int 10, Wis 14, Cha 14
Weapons: Longsword: +3, 1d8+1 | Pike: +3 1d10+1 | Longbow: +5 1d8 Range 150/600
Special Abilities: ---
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This message was last edited by the GM at 07:59, Thu 20 Sept 2018.
