Talyn
Class: Swordmaster
Race: Half-Elf
Age: 96
Weapon: Twin Mythril Blades
Magic: None
A young (for her race) adventurer who seeks forgotten relics of bygone ages. Not much is known about Talyn's past, but she does all she can to hide signs of her mixed heritage. Her mastery of weapons is said to come from a great gladiator of yore, but she doubts that's the case. Either way, she'll use that mastery to get past whatever is protecting the relics sure to lay within the fog. If she makes a few friends while searching, all the better.
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On a nearby hill overlooking Goldwood Village, a lone warrior stands. She surveys the area as she catches her breath; the foes she had just fought had finally given up the hunt. And it only took taking one out. Or two. Or ten, she wasn't sure.
"Hmm... standing on a hill overlooking a town... Seems oddly familiar," she mused, and almost missed the quiet footsteps coming from behind. With fluid grace she unsheathed one of her blades from within its hiding place and thrust it backwards. Hearing a surprised yelp, she grinned and swung the blade over her head, flinging the hapless grunt down the hill.
"That, on the other hand, not so familiar..." she added. "These bandits are getting out of hand... Must be the allure of treasure..." She shrugged and headed down the hill, carefully avoiding the fallen mook who tried to sneak up on her, and headed into town to find the Inn. She definitely needed some rest after that fight.
(Just setting up the idea that the woods near the town aren't quite safe. Hope you don't mind)
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