ooc: I saw our GM created a thread for all those who want to play in the Duke's place so that's good! We don't have to worry about these newcomers posting here and questioning our every move.
So shall we go or do you want to stand here arguing with those who wanted to stay?
Rissa arrives with Namdar, she had followed him from a short distance after his brief conversation with Lionel. She was an attractive Elven female dressed in leather. Rissa was average in height, she had blond hair and enchanting blue eyes to go perfectly with her flawless complexion and her perfectly pointed ears.
Slowing to a stop when she reached the rest of the group, she carefully studied each face with a sharp stare growing a stern look on her face.
Rissa was not one to easily trust people, she stood a good fifteen meters away from the crowd with her thumb hooked around the string of her long bow which was slung over her right shoulder.
She continued to eye the others as they baffled among themselves, her anxiety grew worse by the second as she pondered how they would take to her.
Rissa had not spoken abundantly since her mother (her only known biological parent) was raped and murdered by two Orcs in her presence. Rissa blames herself for being too cowardly to stop them, causing herself to be an emotional wreck with some psychological issues.
OOC: My apologies for the poor introduction, I figured you wouldn't want to read a few hundred lines about my past so I kept it short.
ooc: Rissa, this thread is for the people outside the stronghold and heading to the farm south. The GM posted where you're at,
OOC:
What has gone before... (as Rissa first arrived)
Namdar welcomes yet another new acquaintance. MAN, there are an awful lot of random people just wandering the countryside these days, all very friendly and willing to visit a bit or even travel with other equal strangers, even if they're arranged in a big gaggle and bristling with armor and weaponry. It is a strange land, the half-orc thinks to himself.
The party leader (could he even call himself that now, he wonders?) bows politely to Rissa, noting her resemblances to and differences from Krusten, the group's original elven female member. Hopefully the two will get along, he could sympathize with being a rare adventuring minority, but imagined even moreso if he were female, as that carries its own bag of surprises and worries, even if you're with a group you trust. Although harried and checking his all his belongings and quickly preparing them for travel, he nods understandingly to the newcomer's confusion.
Rissa tries vigorously to curve a smile toward Namdar's politeness. She does have a kind heart but just has a funny way of expressing it. This was Rissa's first time sensing a positive vibe emiting from a complete stranger, especially one of another race.
She took a gander toward Namdar bewildered by his excellence as he took his leave, finding herself lost in her own thoughts after he was out of sight.
"Thou is a strange fellow" she muttered to herself as she turned back to the group. Rubbing the back of her neck nervously. She could feel the droplets of perspiration beginning to form of her brow as her body temperature began to rise rapidly.
"Well..." she began in a shy voice "T-thy name's Rissa.." she stuttered unable to continue her sentence in fear of further embarrassment.
Edited: Rissa on 27th Mar, 2010 - 3:56pm
* Krusten looks at everyone rummaging through the items around the horse. If no one wants the horse I will surely take him she thinks to herself. She also wonders why Namdar is taking his time to head back to the south especially now that he has a smaller group to see about.
Krusten notices another new comer, an elf for a change but she seems shady (where are your character stats?) with a curious peasant rag on her. She wonders if there is some kind of beacon drawing all these new strangers to the party. She secretly wonders how long this one will last. *