The adventures of Joric Battle-Born!

[Jarec]

//Feel free to contribute here and stuff


A cold, frosty morning greeted the northman as he pushed open the door. A quiet "Nrrgh" and a pained expression across his boyish, chiseled northern features as he turned back to the beast of Skull Crag. "Yeah, yeah I'll be uh... I'll be back in a ten day or so. What!? No! Qaat, I'm going on a um, adventure...Right well, toodles!" Pulling the door shut behind him he'd let out a sigh of relief and quietly make his way toward the awaiting caravan with as little noise as possible so as not to not attract the beast of Skull Crag's sister...Or any adventurer's.

[Razgriz]

After spending a month in the Helmlands Holance arrives to Skullcrag with another caravan. He notices Joric leaving and says:

"Safe travels comrade"

Then he walks towards the Wild Wolf Inn.

[Jarec]

"Ahh qaat! Oh it's you Ho-Ho...Ahem hail. Uh thanks, you too." Rubbing his temples and letting out another sigh of relief that he wasn't compromised, the northman would climb into the departing caravan destined for Greatgaunt...

[Rane]

An ashen skinned monk known to joric as malak would be hanging around the caravan in greatgaunt. He would scurry away at the sight of the man he once gave a shock to from his gloves.

"What a shocking turn of events" he would exclaim!

[Spirit of a Phoenix]

In Greatgaunt, Kiki was sitting along the edge of the pond next to Frubo’s stage, with a large book in her lap.  Kiki idly tapped the thin, dry bristles of her paint brush against a blank page.  A sigh escaped her lips as her fervent, blue eyes inquisitively scanned over her surroundings.  The stage was eerily silent, yet Kiki found herself grateful for Frubo’s absence.  It was difficult enough for her to find inspiration without one of Frubo’s infamous songs breaking her concentration further.

The rest of the town appeared bleak to Kiki.  She even witnessed little activity from the inn and shops within her view.  Her
search continued until her gaze trailed down to her reflection in the water.   A brisk wind blew against her golden, blonde hair.  She watched quietly as her hair fell back in place, cascading back down over her shoulders and back onto her snow white dress.

As the sudden gust of wind passed, Kiki picked her book up off her lap with both hands.  Giving the blank pages one last look of forbearance, she halfheartedly shut her book with an audible clasp.  Looking to the white, leather binding of her book, she allowed the tip of her finger to trail beneath the word "Metamorphosis", engraved on the cover in metallic blue.  With a final sigh she got to her feet, pulling the book close to her chest.  Kiki then turned around to face the dirt path leading towards a line of recently arrived caravans.