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<blockquote data-quote="PolterGhost" data-source="post: 5539040" data-attributes="member: 92697">Ember, Human Fighter 1Following the path laid by the crossbowman, the <a href="http://livingpf.wikia.com/wiki/Ember_Kaiser_%28PolterGhost%29" target="_blank">man with fiery hair</a> followed the group of adventure seekers into the temple.&nbsp; It was awkward trying to sit- he had to pull off his backpack, a shovel and cord of rope amongst other tools strapped to its front, and place it upon the floor, then unstrap the burdening shield off from his back.&nbsp; Letting the shield lean against him, the man sat down next to Darreo.Though generally unremarkable, the shield had its own past told by the numerous scratches and gauges in its lacquered face.&nbsp; It hadn't belonged to the man in combat- it belonged to a fallen friend who bequeathed it to him.&nbsp; In fact, the man hadn't actually seen a real battle before, just the mock sessions in daily training to warm up.&nbsp; He was more of a peacekeeper than anything else, which was half the reason he took up this new career in the first place.&nbsp; If anything, the Rornian colors he bore upon his shield were to serve more as a reminder of what reality could be like with the wrong people in power and the downtrodden left to revolt in anarchy.The red head's eyes intensely scanned the persons seated around him: An elf with hygienic issues; an attractive, if yet a bit unkempt, man in a cloak; a tall man in a longcoat, seemingly reserved; a well-worn man who sat apart from everyone else, mystifying equipment at his side; and the man with the bowgun that the flame-topped man sat next to.[Knowledge Check: Failed]Not even from his itinerary in the army could the man recall any wolf-headed gods like the one to whom this temple was devoted to.&nbsp; While he waited for matters to pick up, the red head spied upon his surroundings, in an attempt to spot anything out of the ordinary in the room.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="PolterGhost, post: 5539040, member: 92697"] [b]Ember, Human Fighter 1[/b] Following the path laid by the crossbowman, the [URL="http://livingpf.wikia.com/wiki/Ember_Kaiser_%28PolterGhost%29"]man with fiery hair[/URL] followed the group of adventure seekers into the temple. It was awkward trying to sit- he had to pull off his backpack, a shovel and cord of rope amongst other tools strapped to its front, and place it upon the floor, then unstrap the burdening shield off from his back. Letting the shield lean against him, the man sat down next to Darreo. Though generally unremarkable, the shield had its own past told by the numerous scratches and gauges in its lacquered face. It hadn't belonged to the man in combat- it belonged to a fallen friend who bequeathed it to him. In fact, the man hadn't actually seen a real battle before, just the mock sessions in daily training to warm up. He was more of a peacekeeper than anything else, which was half the reason he took up this new career in the first place. If anything, the Rornian colors he bore upon his shield were to serve more as a reminder of what reality could be like with the wrong people in power and the downtrodden left to revolt in anarchy. The red head's eyes intensely scanned the persons seated around him: An elf with hygienic issues; an attractive, if yet a bit unkempt, man in a cloak; a tall man in a longcoat, seemingly reserved; a well-worn man who sat apart from everyone else, mystifying equipment at his side; and the man with the bowgun that the flame-topped man sat next to. [Knowledge Check: Failed] Not even from his itinerary in the army could the man recall any wolf-headed gods like the one to whom this temple was devoted to. While he waited for matters to pick up, the red head spied upon his surroundings, in an attempt to spot anything out of the ordinary in the room. [/QUOTE]

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