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Falco pulled himself up from his second foe and collected his scattered belongings, though kept that both at the ready instead of slung across his body. He offered a wary glance at a couple Stormcloaks as they burst from inside the Inn and fled the area in various directions. 'Surely the ales...
The short Imperial peered round to face the Inn, his eyes watching the Stormcloaks with a narrowed glare. 'Lollygagging outside whilst the ales rests inside? Most unlikely..' he summised, shifting his weight as he adjusted the shield strapped across his back. Judging by their facial expressions...
Hmm.. I'll probably jump in once the stormcloaks head into capture/attack you folks.
Perhaps leave a handfull stormcloaks outside the tavern to keep watch, and Falco'll jump in and do his batman impression. Is there a plan for everyone to be captured and taken somewhere or what? cos I'll use...
Name: Falco Pohlmann
Race: Imperial
Class: Sellsword, Legion-trained.
Gender: Male
Age: 36
Looks: Lightly tanned skin and broad of stature, at first glance Falco would appear as more Nord than Imperial if it wasn't for his height and hair colour. Standing an unimpressive 5'8, Falco makes up...
Room for another?
Relatively new to forum roleplay, but i've RP'd on many an MMO and tabletop game, i'm sure I'll get a grasp of how it works easily enough ;)
After crunching his way through three further apples, Falco took a swift drink from his tankard. The flavour left dwelling within his mouth was one of.. an acquired taste, a tart apple-bases slosh, yet the sweet flavour still made him wince alittle. The patron whom his mist-filled eye had landed...
With a questionable expression spread across his face, Falco stepped through the oak doors of the Bannered mere and stepped inside. He was greeted with the stence of those whom spent their days drinking heavily and making poorly executed attempts at the barmaids. A shield was slung over his...
Name: Falco Pohlmann
Race: Imperial
Class: Sellsword, Legion-trained.
Gender: Male
Age: 36
Looks: Lightly tanned skin and broad of stature, at first glance Falco would appear as more Nord than Imperial if it wasn't for his height and hair colour. Standing an unimpressive 5'6, Falco makes up...