Dimitri Golde

[Dimitri]

Dimitri Golde
Age 41 (Birthday is September 2nd, real world time.)
Human with Dragon Blood Lineage



18 Charisma at level 1. 28 Base CharismaCurrently 40 Charisma counting gear.. (All in the beard, right?)


(( New Description! ))

TL;DR:
Height: 6'7
Weight: 185
Bodytype: Strong and durable, but not graceful. Rather pretty. (28 base, 40 normal Charisma.)
Eyes: Golden with draconic slits.
Hair: Red hair and beard.

Dimitri is a man who stands at the height of 6'7, having grown a few inches over the past years due to the awakening of his dragon-blooded heritage, with a average body type, leaning more toward strength than grace, overall more of a pretty face than a fighter. Brilliant golden scales cover much of his body if seen without armor/his normal suit on, with a few exceptions. His firey red hair is long and down to about his shoulders, bunched up with a tie when wearing his hood, with a beard that failed to hide the usual grin that covered his face. Golden eyes with an almost draconic slit gaze out at whatever he inspects.

Whatever clothing he is wearing bears the insignia of the Ironsworn, along with his Commander rank notated by a badge attached to his cloak. He wears a purple and gold suit for more political or fancy occasions, or his full-plate that seemed to be of durable make, protecting all of his person thoroughly.

At his hip he has a red-leather bound tome that seems to be protected via some sort of magic, judging on the fact that to open it or close it his fingers faintly glow a purple hue, and everything inside appears to be written in fluent Draconic if someone were to get a peek.

Despite the scales and armor, it seems like he bears a few scars here or there, but nothing that would marr from the beauty that is Dimitri Golde. (28 Base Charisma, 40 when wearing anything.) Overall, he seems to be reasonably friendly, with a polite smile or a grin.


Dragon Disciple Progression:
He seems to have gained some muscle mass, either from time adventuring or otherwise, he's a bit stronger than he used to be.
Small scales in a thin layer cover portions of his body, a dull gold in color.
He can be seen occasionally with puffs of smoke escaping from under his hood if he is aggravated or speaking at length, some may have seen him breathing fire. He has set at least one inn room on fire, and now fireproofs his sleeping quarters.
He seems to have stopped growing for now, a bit more muscular than before though it seems to be evenly spread to the point where it doesn't show much, a bit of extra power in his fists, lifting stuff easier than he had a few weeks before. Running seems to come easier to him.
His endurance and stamina has grown further, letting him run for longer periods, fight through drastic battles, or even simply survive the weather changes a bit heartier. He does seem to eat more, as if his appetite had increased.
The wings that have been growing in for a few years now have finally finalized themselves, Gold as his scales, his blood helping to push forward his advancement.
His eyes have become slit like a proper Dragon's, and his scales are a brilliant gold now. He's holds himself more confidently, his very presence more prevalent along with an increase in strength that might even seem unnatural - or perhaps a result of his years of training at this point.
// More to come!
// Text in purple is the most recent updated information!

[Dimitri]

A free floating sensation, with a cool breeze blowing against my scales as I fly through the air. The mid-day sun giving a nice warm feeling, the light causing the gold of my scales to reflect and almost seem to glow.

The sound of metal and shouting attracted my ears, and I swooped around, golden eyes searching for the source. A man in gray and green, back to back with a shorter man - an elf - wearing a blue cloak with what looked like stars glittering along its length. An overwhelming sense of protectiveness and even possessiveness came to the front of my thoughts, and I flew down quickly, seeing that their foes were rather incorporeal, looking to be ghosts of Drow.

I roared my arrival, breathing fire onto the ghosts, the magical flame burning through their incorporealness, slashing claws less effectively as the distraction gave the other two the chance to fully finish the ghosts off, divine energy sparking from the elf's blade. Afterwords, they turned to me and seemed to be cautiously lowering their weapons, and I was confused, hurt, that they couldn't see who I was. I beat my wings, quickly heading into the air with another breath of flames to accompany me. Another moment of flight and I became confused over the smell of smoke, seeming to get closer and -

I jerked up, panting and looking around, eyes aggravated by the bright light of flames along the blankets. Sudden realization as it clicked made me roll off the bed toward my pack, grabbing and pulling out all of the water-flasks that I had, pouring it over the fire before using heavier cloth to stop the embers. With a sigh I leaned back against the bed, rubbing at my eyes before picking up the sheets before throwing them into the corner of the room. "Looks like I'll be owing somebody some gold... and need to fireproof all the residences I decide to stay in." I checked the lock on the door before laying on my stomach back on the bed. "These wings growing in really make this a pain..." It only took a little bit longer before I was lost in another dream of flying...

[Dimitri]

// Dimitri's absence explained:


A man in purple and gold clothing settled underneath a tree awoke with a familiar presence nearby, his movement startling the thief reaching toward the book strapped to his right hip. The thief grinned a little, and backed up a half-step. "Eh-heh, no hard feelings, eh?" With a sigh, Dimitri stood, pushing the man back away from him. "Victor, what have I told you about trying to steal from me? Did you kill my guard?" He glanced around, noticing the mercenary hog-tied by the campfire. "Well.. at least there's that." The thief just laughed, shaking his head. "You know me, just checking to make sure you're paying attention. Slacking tonight, are we? Mariya would be disappointed if she knew you were doing such a bad job at guarding your camp. Only one mercenary?"

Dimitri grinned, "I'm not used to travelling along, usually I have anywhere from three to five others with me, but regardless, it's good to see you again. I can't believe another year has gone by already." He gestured toward the mercenary, before walking over and untying and waking the man, giving him a pouch of gold and a quick, “You’re off the hook.” "Right then, shall we visit Mariya before she wonders what you've gotten yourself into this time, Victor my dear?" Victor took off his gloves and nodded, storing them into his pack before checking around the camp. "You did pick a good spot at least, I don't think anyone would have found you if I hadn't known you liked this spot for practicing your spellwork."

It only took an hour or so before the pair arrived to a cottage on the outskirts of a small town, a garden covering much of the ground beside it. "I see you've improved your living conditions, something special happen recently?" Dimitri asked as they pushed open the door, the sounds of a crackling fire coming from inside. "Well, you know how it goes, you stay with a woman long enough, you're bound to get lucky one day." Dimitri hesitated for a moment, before tilting his head to stare at Victor. "Lucky? How did you manag-" His question was answered when they entered the cozy room ahead of them and saw Mariya sitting in a comfortable chair with a young child dozing on her lap. The woman shifted slightly to lift the child as she got up, moving so as to not wake him. Speaking softly, she smiled to the pair. "I see you managed to find our yearly visitor. It's been too long, Dimitri." Placing the child carefully into a well-made crib she turned and hugged both of them. "We've missed you, you know. At least a few years ago you stayed with us sometimes months at a time between your adventures."

Dimitri returned the embrace, nodding. "I know, but things have kept me busy in Cormyr, and it's hard to find time to slip away here to the Coast. And besides, you have each other, just because I'm not with you two doesn't mean I'm not contactable to come if you need me." He laughed quietly, "Just, not for the same reasons as we used to. How old is the baby, anyway?" Mariya and Victor both smiled, "Just nearing his tenth month." Victor spoke up, "Er, not to alarm you or anything, but we did name him Donnic, after your father - for everything he used to do for us." Scratching at his jaw, he looked to the both of them before grinning. "I think he would've liked that. I'll be sure to let him know when I'm visiting."

The couple nodded, before the trio settled down near the fireplace to speak about things here and there, travels on both parts and how the world seems to press on regardless of the sorrows or boons that it endures, eventually the topic turned to Dimitri's family. "So, you're going to visit? Do you want some company?" He shook his head, "Eh.. Maybe another time. I just need to see them and then teleport myself back to Cormyr. Some business might be coming up, I think. Thank you very much for letting me visit, and thanks -ever- so much for knocking my mercenary out, you dolt. Send me a message on how the child is growing! I want to be kept in the know here.” He grinned, kissing both of them on the cheeks and handing them a pouch of gold, probably enough to cover their dues for the next several seasons. Donning his hood and mask again, winking and bowing before walking out and shutting the door carefully behind him, humming under his breath as he set off.

It took him the rest of the afternoon but as the sun was setting he arrived at his old home, the burned wreckage off to his left as he looked down at four graves. Donnic, Jeanette, Octavius and Lynn Golde. He stared at Octavius’ grave, dirt and stone mussed about. His fists balled up as he read the desecration on the stone. “Those who pretend to fall are the ones who get away in the end.” With a growl and purple energy pooling at his hands he fired a bolt of magic into the gravestone, shattering it before he turned and recited a quick chant, disappearing - and reappearing in Cormyr.

[Dimitri]

Eight years ago

Dimitri stood atop the crows nest, looking over the water with a sigh. Purple light flickered at his fingertips, his eyesight becoming sharper and adjusting to the darkness around him. Scratching at his jaw he would speak aloud, "Night guarding is dreadful, no one else to talk to, nothing really happens... Just so boring." A quiet squawk from beside him, the parrot perched on the wood next to him looking at him indignantly. "I take offense to that, I'm here you know." Dimitri, dressed in purple, green and gold turned to the parrot apologetically. "Not you, and you know that. Mariya and Victor are both sleeping, and when it's finally their shift, I end up needing to sleep or I'll be useless for the day and next evening. This is surely some sort of punishment from the Captain." The parrot stared at him disbelievingly. "Well, you three -were- caught rutting in he-" Dimitri cut him off, biting back a laugh. "Yes, yes I know what we did where. Still, I feel like I should be allowed to complain! I'm sure even the nobles complain when things don't go their way." The bird just ignored him, watching over the water leaving him alone to his thoughts.

A few hours of calm drifting upon the water and a bored Dimitri finally perked up, narrowing his eyes before he grinned, snapping his fingers. A series of a alarms went off throughout the ships interior. Pointing straight up he fired off a bright purple flare, signalling the other two ships that turned to surround the vessel he was on. Barely a moment later half dressed pirates burst from below deck, manning their positions in a daze. The Captain looked perfectly awake as she stormed out, cutlass and dagger in hand. Mariya and Victor slipped out a moment later looking almost lazily at ease. Dimitri quickly turned to look at the parrot, whispering orders. "Quickly, go and tell them to move fast, make sure the distraction is in the front." The parrot squawked and flew off toward the two boats as he climbed down from the crows nest. The Captain started to shout at him halfway down, "Can you tell who they are? All I can see of the sails is black, no crew that I recognize." Dimitri grimaced, "If I had to guess it'd be the Coasts' military, after all you -did- hit their armory the other evening." She snarled "-We- hit their armory, on -your- suggestion, so get your fingers wiggling, Sorcerer."

With a nod he turned and chanted in Draconic, fire pooling up around his hands before being flung toward the closest boat. The resulting explosion sent a small wave through the water, and the ship seemed to rock in place. The other ship however turned and fired its cannons that seemed to be modified for capturing other ships, huge hooks and strong rope launched at high speed into their vessel. The captain shouted out, "Prepare for boarding, boys and girls!" Her weapons were ready and facing the other ship as the military pulled close. Dimitri moved to the side with Mariya and Victor, whispering to them, "Remember, it's one hundred gold for each one alive, and a thousand for the Captain. Disarm, not kill!" Mariya and Victor grinned, weapons drawn as the military boarded.

Ten minutes later the combat finally dulled down, five dead pirates littering the main deck, the rest in chains with the Captain staring daggers at the trio who had betrayed them. It was a few hours later, almost morning as two military officers began to drag the pirates off the boat and toward their prison. "I'll gut the three of you when I get out of this bloody mess, just you wait you conniving bastards!" Dimitri, Mariya and Victor just looked at each other and then the Military captain and Noble before them. The noble just sighed over exaggeratedly, "Such dreadful business. Good idea on sending a lightly manned ship first for you to fireball. Your services were useful and we appreciate your actions. As promised, here is the gold for the three of you, plus a bonus; we may call upon you again in the future." Mariya accepted the coin pouch and once the Noble finally left the trio bolted home.

About mid-afternoon the finally collapsed beside their hearth, just happy to be home and alive. Mariya had counted out the coin onto the floor, separating it into four piles. "Five thousand even! A thousand to each of us, and two thousand toward fixing and patching up our lovely little home here." Victor grinned excitedly, naming this or that which he would buy later, whilst Dimitri and Mariya grinned knowingly at him. "Well, some of that two thousand is going to a bigger bed, you blanket hog." Laughter from the three of them, before they moved the gold into different lock boxes and walked toward the bedroom, blowing out the candles on the way there.

Present Day

Dimitri tapped his fingers against the journal in front of him, humming under his breath. "I don't much miss the life on boats, though I did like having my hair tied back. It was convenient and not in the way when spell casting... Also I think it made me look dashing." He laughed, looking over at the small pixie who was on the desk drinking from a tiny bottle of whiskey. "What do you think, Esara?" Esara hiccuped and looked at him with a grin, "Whatever ya say, boss!" He sighed and grumbled, "Fine, I'll ask others." Closing the journal he strapped it back to his hip and put out the candle, picking up his pack and leaving the inn room. "Go and ask Simi or Rade.. Maybe Fenix. They'll give me a bloody answer at least..." Dimitri could be seen leaving the Tipsy Imp grumbling under his breath as he walked out the gates of Valkur's Roar toward Greatgaunt.

[Dimitri]

Dimitri grumbled under his breath as he stopped in the field of dead land and trees, a few orc corpses laying about the two men walking together. In his armor for once, he adjusted a strap on his armor, loosening it slightly before flexing his fingers in an aggravated manner. "This is growing tiresome, I am sore all the damn time, my armor and clothes need to be adjusted several times a week..." He threw up his hands, giving up before drawing his sword once more.

Fenix looked over at him, an eyebrow raised; "Didn't you stop growing a while ago?" With a sigh, Dimitri responded, "Yeah, well, I thought I was done a decade ago. But... My blood feels like it's boiling, and my magic is fluctuating time to time. I might be nearing a point where I can push for more from my bloodline; Attempt to, anyway." Fenix just snorted, shaking his head as an orc rushed forward, roaring its challenge. With little trouble the pair dispatched it, before looking forward again. "Right, I suppose now isn't really the time to complain... Though I'm going to need you to take a look at my armor again later. Thanks in advance." He gave a wry grin toward the Shifter, before retrieving his shield and heading on, the orcs in the camp ahead realizing now that they were under attack.

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Later that evening, in the inn of Suzail the pair could be seen drinking and talking quietly, their adventuring done for the day.

Between drinks, Dimitri tilted his head curiously. "You know, I recall my father and uncle having something similar happen to them. Their clothes needed to be refitted because they had attained some more muscle mass through either their own training, or perhaps part of the awakening they themselves took." He placed the firery red liquid down for a moment, tapping his fingers against the glass. ".. Well, at least it shouldn't be a -constant- thing. ... I hope, I'd rather not be paying so much to size my clothing again and again. Especially since neither of us can tailor for the life of us." Fenix just gave a casual grin, flipping over to the next page in his book and continuing his writing, two empty bottles resting beside him.

The rest of the evening was spent mostly with quiet chatter, until they separated to their respective places of rest for the night.

[Dimitri]

Dimitri sat in a home along the Dragon's Coast, raising a glass with Victor and Maryira in celebration of his thirty-third birthday. They chatted, looked back on old times, and generally had a good time for the evening. Dimitri especially enjoyed seeing basically his nephew growing up, closing in on two years in a few months! After a pleasant gathering, he went and quietly visited the graves, his brothers' having been fixed since the last time he was here. The Sorcerer let his hands relax, trying to prevent shaking from anger from the memory of his last visit here before he put flowers on each grave, turning and teleporting away back to Cormyr afterwords.

[Dimitri]

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Dimitri Golde


(( I'll write a story post up later, but I just wanted to put the picture up. Dimitri as he pretty much looks currently, when not in full plate armor. ))

[Dimitri]

The man sat cross-legged before the fireplace of the room currently being used, his jacket hanging to dry off a rope he had strung up a few feet away. What normally was hidden from the public eye was revealed in full as he did some minor patchwork on himself. Grumbling could be heard, along with "Should've gone to Henrik for this..." Golden scales covered his torso, arms and back, with a small chunk missing from his side from what looks like some weapon crushed several of the scales, which lay in a small pile beside the fire. His red beard hid the grimace as he continued the patch-up, thinking back into the past few years of travel in Cormyr.

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An elven archer, Amilith, patrolled with Dimitri as he hopelessly tried to understand the elf. Dimitri knew almost no Elvish, and could hardly understand what the archer meant when he kept repeating "Rilifane." It took him far too long for him to catch on, and with a hopeless smile spreading across his face he responded with a simple "Bahamut." The two became friends, and traveled for a good while together. Some considered their friendship odd, but they never cared much one way or the other as to what others thought.

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Scythe clattered useless against the dummy, a panting Dimitri looking up at his trainer, Amothrade, with a joking scowl. "Oof, you know I was trained as a Sorcerer growing up, not a warrior, right?" The laughter that came in response made him groan, collapsing onto the ground splaying out on his back, catching his breath. Looking up he could see the Dragoness peering at him with a cocky grin; It was hard to resist smiling in return.

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A golden elf with starry cloak at his back, he held his shield high as he stood in his newly acquired mithril chainmail, barely blocking an orc axe from caving in his chest. "Just remember, Dimitri. Blood of Dragons you may be, but a dragon you are not. You are Dimitri, and what actions you take make you who you are." The elf was skilled, and retaliated with his own long sword to dispatch the pair that were assaulting him. Dimitri just barely managed to push away the orc attacking him before letting loose a held breath, fire exploding out of his mouth to engulf the orc and end the creature's persistence. Hands on his knees he caught his breath, looking up to the Elf who returned his gaze. "You've got to show that you're more than a magician with fancy blood in him." Eldarel offered Dimitri his hand, helping him up and renewing his energy with a bit of healing magic, Dimitri's smile returning. "I'll prove that I'm a good man, Eldarel, don't you worry about that."

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Dimitri grumbled again as another scale came off during the process, applying a salve before finishing what bandaging was needed, setting aside the kit of supplies and placing his hands together on his lap, closing his eyes and focusing, counting to ten, counting down to one, counting to ten...

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A red-winged dragoness named Mirrir invited Padrin and Dimitri to her home, and while Padrin played a soft song on a Piano she had acquired, Mirrir explained ways to calm the dragon-blood that was inside him. Even if they were of different origins, Red and Gold, all had tendencies that needed to be controlled or curtailed, and the meditation she taught would come in handy for the many moons ahead of him.

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A man wearing green, a friendly enough smile. Though something always seemed calculating, as if he was storing information for future use, perhaps. Maybe Dimitri recognized that in the man, Padrin. They got along well enough, and Dimitri went to him for advice occasionally. He was honored when he got to view Padrin's home, a simple place that one could rest, relax, and recharge... Padrin also had a really nice cat.

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The clattering of bones and weapons chased the pair as Fenix jumped into the air, shifting his form into that of a small dragon before flying forward to attract the attention of a group of skeletons head of them. Dimitri chanted in Draconic and disappeared from view, pushing himself up against a wall as he waited for the red-scaled Fenix to return with the group mostly gathered together, his hands clapping together before pointing toward them all, a large fireball pooling up before exploding upon Fenix, devastating the undead force around him. Once unshifted they sifted through the skeletons in search of anything useful before breaking into laughter, grins forming despite the gruesome surroundings of the crypt that had been ravaged by necromancers. The pair had always gotten along well, and despite what might seem like insults coming to or from them, they had each-other's backs.

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Henrik and Lynn, always so friendly and inviting, the pair a pleasure to visit at any time, be it for wonderful food or just idle chatter... Dimitri stood before Henrik outside the inn of Greatgaunt, smiling to the cleric. "I owe you a cooked meal, for sure as thanks for helping my friends and I after our encounter with that vampire. Name a time and a date, and I'll be there." That day had never really come, but he still knew that one day, a meal would be collected.

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Mara, the sometimes blood-thirsty Mercenary had drilled Dimitri sometimes to near-death in their training, venturing to places sometimes far beyond them in attempts to push them further. Sometimes rewarded, others retreating at full speed; it had the desired effect. The pair fought well together, and usually had a good group with them beyond just the two. He remembered standing atop a hill as she asked him to join the Ironsworn, never expecting that he would first become her Second in Command, and then the Commander.

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Dimitri exhaled again, opening his golden eyes to look into the fire that had dwindled down during his meditation, standing slowly so as to not disturb the bandages before making his way over to the bed, laying on his belly with some more grumbling. The wings that had been growing in for some time made it difficult to sleep on his back, at the very least not comfortably. One day when they were fully grown he would have to have Rade show him comfortable ways to rest. Turning his head so that he could look to the right, he saw the red-leather book that rested atop the end-table, visions of faces, names, places all coming to him... All this information, kept down in the magically sealed tome.

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Vision clouded as it rained down, he stood before his family's desecrated graves, blood, rock and dirt strewn over them as he shook with rage. Who would -dare- do this, to his home, his family... It took time, and help from Viktor and Mariya to clean everything up to what it was before. His brother, Ocatvius.. Gone. The corpse stolen. He would hunt down the people who did this, to the ends of the realms if it demanded it.

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Rested and recovered, Dimitri pulled his full suit of jacket, cloak and all back into place. The scales would regrow in time, and he would move on like always. He looked at the book on the end-table, picking it up and strapping it to his hip again. "To you, my friends... You've shaped me into the man I am today." Equipped and warded now with a plethora of spells, he collected his belongings into his bag of holding before blowing out the candles and making sure the fireplace wasn't likely to relight itself, a small smile on his face as he left the room, eager to return to whatever the day may bring.

[Dimitri]

Dimitri sat at a desk, writing away in Draconian script, the ink flowing across the pages elegantly. He murmured quietly as the red book was filled further with various bits of information. A voice from on the bed behind him called out, "If you continue to ignore me, I'm going to feel rather offended here, Dimitri." The man's voice was teasing, his brown hair ruffled as if from sleep still, his torso not quite muscular but he was built for more agile ventures anyway, such as running across rooftops or under bridges to escape the locals who were a bit disappointed at losing their possessions. Attractive enough in his own right, Victor just grumbled as Dimitri continued writing. "Yeah, yeah, I see how it is over there." He flopped back onto the bed with an exaggerated sigh, looking up to the ceiling.

The quill ceased it's movements as the door opened to the room, allowing entry to a woman with lovely features, her fiery hair going down some of her back normally, but tied back into a loose pony-tail, her soft blue eyes betraying her with an innocent look, hiding away the muscle and strength in her arms and legs, more than able to lift weapons nearly the size of the men in the room. "Victor, are you teasing Dimitri again?" Her voice carried with a graceful tone, and she sat upon the bed next to Victor, setting a tray carrying a light breakfast atop it. "Breakfast in bed, for our lovely Victor." She leaned down and pressed her lips to his for a moment, before breaking it and leaning back. "Now, eat up, if you squander my cooking you'll regret it!" The man in question's eyes widened just a fraction, before taking the tray and digging in, knowing better than to go against the orders of the woman who could bench him.. and probably Dimitri while she was at it.

Dimitri snickered, setting down the quill and closing the book, a faint purple glow escaping it before he stood up and leaned over the bed to interrupt Victor's breakfast with a kiss of his own, before leaning against Mariya. "You're just lucky that your parents were excited to watch over little Donnic, giving you two the chance to... well, relax." He grinned, tapping his fingers against his leg idly. "I'm just here to enjoy the view, see the city that my two friends live in, is that so wrong?" He teased, sticking out his tongue and then standing. "Besides, I was mostly writing about friends, acquaintances... hrm, enemies and otherwise in Cormyr. I want to make the memories permanent, should the worst come to pass." With that, he maneuvered out of Mariya's one-armed hug, sitting back at the desk while the two on the bed continues to tease and toy with each other, the noises eventually turning more passionate in nature as the red-haired Sorcerer ignored them, picking up his quill.

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A brave man, dressed in the Triadic armor of their paladin order, Holance stood before him, blushing and with his hood pulled up over his head, being teased by Fiona and Kalia. Dimitri chuckled beside him, murmuring quietly to him to explain some of the... less than polite company innuendo going on. He wasn't sure where he stood in the end with some people, but he considered Holance a friend, hoping that Fenix's way of being an arse didn't ruin anything there.

A glorious battle, orc tribes harrowing their group throughout the hullack, Maric let loose a roar of "TEMPUS! IRONSWORN!" before charging into the fray once more, his eager energy giving rise to the others with him, spells flinging over his shoulder, arrows passing by in quick succession as a mage in purple and gold armor lept into the fray beside him, his shield raised to block the blow that was going for Maric's side, who was swinging a greatsword big enough to cleave an orc in two. One thing was certain with the Ironsworn Sergeant, combat would never be dull beside him!

A beautiful bard, her raven hair long and well-cared for. Lilith was a master of song and music, her voice the cause of much joy and passion among the group. In combat she was a boon, her songs lifting spirits, or bringing harrowing effects down upon their foes. The goblins around them shambled in despair as the Ironsworn cut through them, brushing aside crude weapons and poisoned arrows, barely deflected off of armor and shields. In the end, her smile after the battle was all and done made it worth it.

A gruff man in a cold, snow filled keep, surrounded by similarly dressed fellows. Velisario always seemed more... gruff than his companions, watching both Lynn and Dimitri with.. perhaps not suspicion, but at the very least not full-trust. Perhaps because they barely knew one-another, or haven't travelled together before. After-all, some of the best bonds could be built in combat, with the ties being built with steel and glory. Eventually he would come to trust and enjoy Velisario's company, even if they only rarely get to speak together.

A woman fighting her way thro-

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A single drop of ink lands upon the book as his eyes widen with surprise, warm hands encircling his chest. Mariya squeezed lightly, smirking. "Come on now, it's Victor's birthday. Don't spend your entire visit writing away again." She laughed, and dragged Dimitri out of the chair who only playfully grumbled, going along with her to enjoy their company. A few hours later, the trio walked through the streets of the small town, traversing toward Mariya's parents to go and collect Donnic from them. All in all, it was a good vacation from the sometimes insanity that comes with living in Cormyr.

[Dimitri]

Time, Dimitri concluded, was a funny thing. As he stood stop The Iron Bastion's tallest tower, dressed down into his casual clothes gazing up toward the rain, golden wings twitching behind him. How had things ended up like this, he wondered, starting from where he was as some whelp from the coast, going on low ball adventures with Viktor and Mariya - to leading The Ironsworn, in his firm opinion the best damned Mercenary company around. Initial thoughts of how his time in cormyr would be spend flitted by but then disappeared with a smile as a bolt of lightning crashed down near him, rattling the dragon blood for a moment from his thoughts.

Soaked through but still enduring the Commander's lips curled into a grin, a sharp laugh escaping him. "Thats the way it goes. Surges and changes can happen near instantly, and all at once.. or they can be slow, methodical and complex." His fingers weaved, experimentally as violet light pooled at his fingertips, shaping and unmasking runes and marks in the air as he focused on the clouds above, willing something to change, to happen.

As the storm continued on, his thoughts returned and his weaving became more second nature, drifting through the Sworn to fondly remember them, his family each and every one. There were occasional black sheep, but he adored them nontheless... with one prime exception, anyway. His oldest friends, his chosen family, how could he not show his love in one form or another?

He was nearing his thirty-ninth year on this plane, older than most new blood adventurers. There were of course some who started later, but still on he fought and bled with them, golden lifespan expansive and knowing that should he not perish in the line of work he may end up irrevocably lonely. Being able to live hundreds, if not a thousand years sounds interesting until one considers their family and friends may not do the same.

His thoughts drifted to Helga as another crashing bolt landed - closer now to Dimitri who just grinned in excitement. At least the storm was keeping the Wyverns away for now. That woman had awoken feelings he hadn't known he was capable of beyond his two oldest friends. He had something now even more to fight and struggle forward, a guiding light to enflame the long tunnel ahead.

After another, closer strike, he finally sighed, letting the runic casting end before turning to descend down the ramparts and into the keep proper. Now.. now the soaked through Commander needed to dry off and get back to work.