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Despite not being born in Ul’dah, Teledji Adeledji still considers it his home! Nothing like the already busy markets in the morning to give him a boost of inspiration for the day!

30 UNCOMMON CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT QUESTIONS -accepting

Unless she has some source of… ‘inner peace’ - the presence of a trusted friend, ally, or lover, the even rarer satisfaction and sense that things are, for at least a moment ‘settled’ and well - (all of which can be as temporary as they are fleeting), she doesn’t do well with ‘down time’ at all. 

It’s been a bad habit of hers for a long time now to just keep moving, keep doing something. As long as she’s doing something, she doesn’t have to stop and think, which almost invariably leads to fretting over what-if’s and how-come’s. It’s not that she doesn’t like peace and quiet - far from it - she just really needs therapy doesn’t know how to deal with it. 

Ehn most certainly is not. He is definitely the one that needs dragged along, even if it’s for his own good. 

Orrin sits somewhere in between. He’s definitely friendly and outgoing, but doesn’t tend to become the ‘leader’ of his friend groups.

“Still sounds better than what I’m capable of!” She laughs. “Though I wouldn’t mind learning how to bake…”

She thinks for a moment before hastily sketching stuff down, occasionally looking up at Soreas to give him another lookover. Afer a few minutes, she rips the paper out of the notepad and gives it to him.

“You were looking for something slightly ominous, yes? Armored, but not too much for it to be uncomfortable. Based on what I’ve seen other adventurers wear, I think you’d like something like this! 

There’d be gold accents tying the entire thing together. I’d say the coat’s the main focus, and you could swap out the skirt for pants if you’d like those better. I’d keep the longboots, though. Plus, there’s a hood in case you want to hide your face for whatever reason!”

Afficher davantage

      -- Soreas blinked in surprise as he took the paper, and he looked between the other lalafell and the paper, his expression pensive as he considered the possibilities. 

      This wasn’t his usual style, but this could work?

      ⟅⚔⟆ “I’d swap the skirt for certain, but the longboots are most certainly my cup of tea.” He looked at Nenela, a slightly embarrassed yet grateful look as he bowed deep to her.

      “Thank you. I’m actually floored and honoured -- I’ll most certainly be giving this a try, and you have my most sincere gratitude. How much would I owe you? And have you ever considered making this your career?”

      And then a thought came to mind. “I don’t suppose you’d be able to come up with something for a friend of mine? He’s an au ra, however... hmm, let me see if I can get this tome-linkpearl thing working...”

      After a moment, Soreas managed to find a picture of the master -- a non-lewd one at that -- and turned the device towards the purple-haired lalafell so she could see. 

      “He’s a paladin, if you can believe it.”

“Aw dang.” [im not sure if nenela is aware of the drinking part of this challenge]

The greatsword slammed into the ground, and the winged figure drove downwards with it in a flurry of black and glowing turquoise. When the resulting dust and debris cleared, the draconic male stood and ripped the blade from its resting place, pointing its tip directly ahead of himself.

He was a large, imposing figure, clad from head to toe in dark blue armor that was accentuated with the same glowing markings as the weapon. Long black hair contrasted with somewhat ashen skin and yellow-gold eyes. An armored tail swayed to and fro; further suggesting his nature as a dragon-like creature were large black wings, frayed from countless battles, and a pair of horns – the left of which was broken. Most notable, however, were a scar over one eye and the broad grin he wore, the latter boasting of sadism and power.

The very air around him pulsed with energy. He was not a man to be trifled with, as any other Novan could attest; indeed, he was the man and monster of nightmares, the tyrant of Heliseum and god-king in his own mind:

Magnus.

With a sneer and a flash of bright purple in his eyes, he charged forward, bringing the cursed Kaiserium along with him as he moved to strike.