Cryos
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Well I had a whole story arch planned out, eventually landing Baradock as an Alchemist. (But it would still work as a Dragoon I guess.) But Inflitrator honestly seems the coolest. It may change as I continue playing, y'never know.
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I'm really looking for Town Watch rep. Or shadeux because...well, dragons!
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Baradock was not bothered as much as we was previously at the witches magic. She had proven herself integral in battle and even saved his own skin undeterred by his own prejudices. Maybe witches weren't so evil, he thought to himself. He took this down time to equip his Calcified Club so that he would have it at the ready in upcoming battles. Swinging it around to get a grip for it.
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After pocketing the gold Baradock gazed at the perfectly good club still lying there. 'Not like anybody else can use it...' he thought. Baradock picks it up before catching up with Octavyn. OoC: I'm aloud to do that, right?
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He didn't entirely agree with it, but Baradock had come to appreciate Skrall's finesse with the crossbow... '...even though he did almost leave me for dead...' he reminded himself. Baradock attacks Glow Rat A from the back row. Unless told otherwise.
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After catching his breath from going on a frenzy Baradock focuses his wits and centered on his original target. Baradock attacks Glow Rat A.
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Baradock felt a bit vulnerable taking point in the Battle Order. Two free hits may knock him out...
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OoC: Edit: I'm supposed to have 7/8 health I think. Baradock furiously attacks Glow Rat A from the back row. 'Come on, kill it! It's just a rat!' Baradock thought angrily at himself.
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Baradock attacks Glow Rat A from the back row. Edit: OoC: Forgot to specify row!
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Baradock saw the group look at him. What? Then it hit him. This Octavyn, was obviously a great tactician. He would attack those rats and take minimal damage. Ingenious! He shifted his hands on his halberd with a newfound vigor, he waited for the Ogre to give the call.
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Baradock's eyes expanded in disbelief. What a bumbling buffoon! They should have abstained from the path and skirted around the horde of angry, hungry little buggers! Baradock stays in his position, he would only help him out if they attacked, which was likely based on the hisses that emitted from the group of vermin and insects.
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Is there a level requirement on weapons? I.e. a level 1 can't use a WP:100 Weapon.
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Baradock takes up the rear of the group, halberd in hand.
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Baradock nodded in confirmation. He was itching to be on their way.
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OoC: Can Baradock get some late shopping in? Since it IS a market. :s Rather annoyed Baradock sucked on his teeth audibly, and flicked his eyes back to Octavyn. The witch asked what he had been thinking the entire time, and he was waiting for an answer.
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Baradock eyed Karie, finally putting two and two together. They were all a group? He kind of felt in the dark, and I bet the ogre did as well. He may have to sleep with two eyes open... Especially since Octavyn was obviously keeping secrets.
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How long would this clown look us over!? Baradock was starting to get impatient... He egged on a plastic smile to reassure him that we were not of the unordinary. 'Well...slightly unordinary' he thought, looking at the ogre.
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Baradock turned to Octavyn giving a mellow if not slightly annoyed 'hmphm'. Turning on his heel Baradock abruptly removed himself from the conversation once more. This witch was different from the stories they told in Konatar. If not a bit pleasant. But it's probably one of their many deceptive illusions. He would have to sleep with one eye open...
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Baradock was taken aback by this question. She must have used some spell on him to read his thoughts! She could have planted a demon in his soul, or maybe shorten his life span, or- He gave Karie this look. But that was enough to say it all.
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Baradock takes a cautious few steps back, seeing a cryptic scroll unravel in Karie's hands not knowing what kind of witch craft may occur.
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Baradock finally joins with the rest of the party. His heart temporarily dropping when he wrapped his head around the fact that he' about to start his first quest. Especially when he was so unskilled in combat comparatively to the rest of the group. But nonetheless he was ready to go.
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Baradock slowly craned his neck so that he could see Karie from the corner of his eye. A witch. Baradock gives a nod in false admiration. Witches weren't paraded in Konotar, quite the opposite. He turned back around and sighed under his breath. Great, a ogre that fancies a bow. and a witch. He continued mulling around awaiting some kind of debrief.
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Baradock's eyes perk up as he finally sets eyes on his golden quest-giver. He gave a warm nod in Octavyn's direction, but takes no time to detach from the group. He wasn't...Good in conversations. Only a few meters away he surveys the area. How blissful and care-free the people of Eubric are, yet he was still close enough to listen in. He slightly doubted his ability when compared to two veteran hero's, especially Skrall. What a lost cause, he thought. Shaking his head. OoC: I confirm! Edit: Also, if you want to use the picture in my sig, the one your using right now in comparison is huge!
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Baradock walks back from the marketplace. Seeing a swarm of hero's crowding the quest board. He pushes himself to the front to see what it was all about. There he sees a long list of names for the new quest. But also sees his own chosen to go on Gaiden. He slings his halberd across his back and exits the hall.
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Baradock approached the smithy to check on his armor. Anwyl looked wary, "Sorry there son, its beyond my repair, what in the devil were yer' fighting to give a dent like this!?" He pointed to a sift in the breastplate. "Look son, I can give you another set, but it wont be as good as this. It's the best I can do." OOC: I wanted Baradock to seem more barbaric It was a tight fit, but he was content with the protection, though his arms felt a bit vulnerable. Baradock turns on his heels and returns to the Hall. Waving goodbye to the armor smith on the way out.
