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<blockquote data-quote="Vadicus" data-source="post: 987001" data-attributes="member: 4242">EldavyanEldavyan sits atop Shyl, his warhorse companion blanketed in chain barding, resplendent in his sparkling banded mail.&nbsp; His green traveling cloak flutters softly in the slight breeze as he patiently waits for the interactions between the High Transmuter and his party to finish.&nbsp; In the meantime, he scans the alien world around him, taking in the surroundings so that he might gain the advantage against any native enemy that may pose as a threat.He is hiding his pain well, for his mere presence commands respect and authority.&nbsp; His strange, chiseled facial features belie his immense charisma and he shows no fear of the new land or anything in it.A fine heavy mace hangs by his left hip an even more splendid steel shield rests comfortably on his back, covering his traveling bag.&nbsp; A fine long bow is also slung over his back with three quivers full of arrows on his right hip.He reaches out a calloused hand to give Shyl a comforting pet on her neck.&nbsp; &quot;Qallique be praised,&quot; he says softly to her.&nbsp; &quot;The tyrnadors are gone.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Vadicus, post: 987001, member: 4242"] [b]Eldavyan[/b] Eldavyan sits atop Shyl, his warhorse companion blanketed in chain barding, resplendent in his sparkling banded mail. His green traveling cloak flutters softly in the slight breeze as he patiently waits for the interactions between the High Transmuter and his party to finish. In the meantime, he scans the alien world around him, taking in the surroundings so that he might gain the advantage against any native enemy that may pose as a threat. He is hiding his pain well, for his mere presence commands respect and authority. His strange, chiseled facial features belie his immense charisma and he shows no fear of the new land or anything in it. A fine heavy mace hangs by his left hip an even more splendid steel shield rests comfortably on his back, covering his traveling bag. A fine long bow is also slung over his back with three quivers full of arrows on his right hip. He reaches out a calloused hand to give Shyl a comforting pet on her neck. "Qallique be praised," he says softly to her. "The [i]tyrnadors[/i] are gone." [/QUOTE]

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