ALLOWED: Anyone
NOTE: Zaele is noteworthy for having traveled and worked with Xull along with several members that have come, stayed, and gone from the campaign. I am not one to prevent fighting in this roleplay though I would pref it sticks to just that a roleplay without more than a "mock" fight if it comes down to it. Life can be more entertaining without the need to roll.
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Time and time again Zaele had always found himself traveling. Up to the surface or deeper into the underground lairs. He had no fear his skills had passed a majority of what he would encounter save a few. The bladesinger tantrist had once again made his return to Sshamath, near a full year since his last visit he gave those that looked upon him a nod for those that were in the city were protected. This half-drow half-alu fiend stood out easily amoung the ones around him his charismatic appearance rivaled close to gods now and days. Zaele was not much for armor when it wasnt needed and the silken garments he wore flowed over his black skin easily enough, his tantrist runes glowing faint showing the spells prepared.
It wasn't long before he found his things in accord at his manor, the slaves he left in charge of which having kept the place up and well kept as well as keeping it safe from unwanted guests. Then again who would spite wrath of those that were Zaele's friends? The list was growing smaller by the day. He came back into the city and passed the bouncers on the way into the Vengeful Weave Inn. Mostly to see who would come around and of course looking for his "claimed" sister should she still be in the city. Giving a nod to those he knows in the Inn who merely at this point wonder "how long will he stay" he smirks and watches whatever performances are going on stage in the silence of a small table.
Its not long before a drink is brought to him by one of the serving women he thanks her with a few spare coins from his purse not caring on how much over it is in price. He orders a meal to go with it and for them to take their time in preperation he takes a sip from the drink. His lovely red wings folded back over the chair as his tail is curled under the table to avoid the missplaced foot. In the light of the Inn his garment and jewelry sparkle not only showing their value but their epic nature. For the moment and the rules he remembers he is unarmed in the Inn, well as best a spellcaster can be.
NOTE: Zaele is noteworthy for having traveled and worked with Xull along with several members that have come, stayed, and gone from the campaign. I am not one to prevent fighting in this roleplay though I would pref it sticks to just that a roleplay without more than a "mock" fight if it comes down to it. Life can be more entertaining without the need to roll.
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Time and time again Zaele had always found himself traveling. Up to the surface or deeper into the underground lairs. He had no fear his skills had passed a majority of what he would encounter save a few. The bladesinger tantrist had once again made his return to Sshamath, near a full year since his last visit he gave those that looked upon him a nod for those that were in the city were protected. This half-drow half-alu fiend stood out easily amoung the ones around him his charismatic appearance rivaled close to gods now and days. Zaele was not much for armor when it wasnt needed and the silken garments he wore flowed over his black skin easily enough, his tantrist runes glowing faint showing the spells prepared.
It wasn't long before he found his things in accord at his manor, the slaves he left in charge of which having kept the place up and well kept as well as keeping it safe from unwanted guests. Then again who would spite wrath of those that were Zaele's friends? The list was growing smaller by the day. He came back into the city and passed the bouncers on the way into the Vengeful Weave Inn. Mostly to see who would come around and of course looking for his "claimed" sister should she still be in the city. Giving a nod to those he knows in the Inn who merely at this point wonder "how long will he stay" he smirks and watches whatever performances are going on stage in the silence of a small table.
Its not long before a drink is brought to him by one of the serving women he thanks her with a few spare coins from his purse not caring on how much over it is in price. He orders a meal to go with it and for them to take their time in preperation he takes a sip from the drink. His lovely red wings folded back over the chair as his tail is curled under the table to avoid the missplaced foot. In the light of the Inn his garment and jewelry sparkle not only showing their value but their epic nature. For the moment and the rules he remembers he is unarmed in the Inn, well as best a spellcaster can be.
