pathfinderq1
First Post
In any crowded sort of public gathering place there comes, from time to time, a moment when all the conversations fall silent at the same moment. As one such lull descended upon the common room of the Hanged Man, the front door slid open- as had been happening quite often of late...
Revealed in the doorway was a large figure, perhaps six feet tall and powerfully built, wrapped in black scales. At first, backlit by the sun outside,it appeared to be yet another Dragonborn- but as the door slid closed, the impression was corrected. It seemed, rather, to be a human woman in scale armor crafted to resemble a dragonborn- the half-mask of the close-fitted helm looked like a draconic snout, and the shoulder pieces were stylized folded wings. What might have been a tail was in fact, the chain of a flail tucked into her belt.
For a few moments, she seemed content to simply stand at the doorway- even in a relaxed stance her spearpoint nearly brushed the rafters, and she had the careful balance of one used to a military bearing and long hours spent in armor.
Then she stepped forward towards the bar, almost reflexively keeping the spear from hitting either the ceiling or other patrons. Her pace, again, spoke more of a formal military instruction than the free-wheeling life of a mercenary adventurer. Reaching the bar, she stopped at a respectful distance and faced the bartender. She gave a rather shallow bow, little more than a tip of her head. "Myoko Y'Dosani," she barked, her tone curt. Then she turned and stepped back towards the door, finding a table along the wall- where she could lean the spear up out of the way as she sat.
OOC: [sblock] Human Warlord (resourceful) 1, not approved yet- just submitted [/sblock]
Revealed in the doorway was a large figure, perhaps six feet tall and powerfully built, wrapped in black scales. At first, backlit by the sun outside,it appeared to be yet another Dragonborn- but as the door slid closed, the impression was corrected. It seemed, rather, to be a human woman in scale armor crafted to resemble a dragonborn- the half-mask of the close-fitted helm looked like a draconic snout, and the shoulder pieces were stylized folded wings. What might have been a tail was in fact, the chain of a flail tucked into her belt.
For a few moments, she seemed content to simply stand at the doorway- even in a relaxed stance her spearpoint nearly brushed the rafters, and she had the careful balance of one used to a military bearing and long hours spent in armor.
Then she stepped forward towards the bar, almost reflexively keeping the spear from hitting either the ceiling or other patrons. Her pace, again, spoke more of a formal military instruction than the free-wheeling life of a mercenary adventurer. Reaching the bar, she stopped at a respectful distance and faced the bartender. She gave a rather shallow bow, little more than a tip of her head. "Myoko Y'Dosani," she barked, her tone curt. Then she turned and stepped back towards the door, finding a table along the wall- where she could lean the spear up out of the way as she sat.
OOC: [sblock] Human Warlord (resourceful) 1, not approved yet- just submitted [/sblock]
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