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Much had happened in the last few days, and Myn wasn't certain if he was comfortable with all of what had transpired. The one sole bright spot in all of this, was his shocking discovery of his stolen belongings in amongst the dragons loot in the treasure room. Having then asked for and received permission from Charmelion to take them, the how and why of how they seemed to have gotten there didn't matter to Myn, nor did the ominous and likely grisly manor in fate the bandits seemed to have suffered. For Myn, the sense of relief and joy of being reunited with his belongings, most notably his longsword Ter'oc, was palpable. Not even the slaughter of the slavers and zhents could dampen his spirits for the remainder of the journey to Dagger Falls. A slaughter of which Myn had not partaken in, like the Ulitharid, Xallistine, Myn had stayed out of the fight. Not that he had objected to killing them, or wasn't capable of doing such deeds himself for that matter. Rather, Myn knew he was not yet sufficiently recovered enough to participate in such actions. To compensate for this, Myn had made himself useful once the fighting was done by searching for and gathering up what supply's were either salvageable or left unharmed for the remainder of their journey. There hadn't been much, but he did manage to find just enough to barely cover the group to the edge of the Anauroch. Having taken a spotted grey out of the collection of horses the group had taken from the slavers and zhents for his own, the gelding was of surprising even temperament for one of bedine breeding and seemed to be well trained, as Myn needed very little effort to keep the steed under control. The ride east had been a rather pleasant one and Myn had kept to himself during the journey, joining the others only when they stopped to rest. Now that their destination was in sight Myn flashed a warm smile and started to laugh, then spoke. "Finally! I don't know about the rest of you, but the first thing I'm going to do once we're settled, is too take a bath! I don't doubt that I'm in need of one a fair bit more than the rest of you."

Hey guys, I'm just popping in briefly to inform you that I'll likely be returning to the Rp tomorrow. I'm sorry to have disappeared on ya, but I was away from home for a bit, had a close family friend over during the weekend, my regular busy schedule as usual or just completely swamped with other pursuits the last few days. After I get home from my pseudo-work (volunteering gig*) tomorrow at some point I'll read and get caught up with ToF. Again, my apologies on just up and disappearing like that.

Myn nodded weakly in response, as he continued to gaze back at Charmelion after the dragon had spoken to him. At least until the two women and Tak'we began to carry stuff back to the treasure room, then he himself walked over to the pile of weapons, grabbed as much of the items as he could carry and followed after the large insectoid barbarian and the women. Catching up to the small group, Myn glanced briefly at the women then turned his focus onto the thri'kreen. "I don't believe I've had the honor of your name yet, large one. Or for that matter, thanked you for digging and pulling me out of the sand. Of that I can at least remedy right this very instant. Thank you, friend. You have my sincerest gratitude, and aide if you should ever require it."

Myn listened to Rhaine introduce herself, then offer him a chance to join the group, if he so wished, and tell him he needed to rest. Offering her a rather rough bow, the best he could do under the circumstances, he said "Thank you, I think I will join. After all, I do owe you and the others a debt. No matter whether you say I do or not." At Maeve's call for oatmeal Myn glanced in her direction, gave Rhaine another short bow and then went and collected a bowl for himself. Ate it, then made his way into one of the wagons to get some much needed rest as Rhaine had wisely suggested he do so. After a short while Myn's eyes grew heavy and he fell asleep, and was acutely unaware of the events going on while he slept. Not the conversations of the strangers he now found himself with. Nor the torrent rains of the monsoon storm and the appearance of the dragon, or the subsequent flight to safety. ----------------------------------------- Not until the massive dragon deposited the wagons on the cliff face did Myn wake. When he did, it was to yet more unfamiliar surroundings, but he held his tongue, climbed out of the wagon he was in and then followed the others into the cave when they did the same. It was unreal to see a dragon, at least it was for Myn. The spellsword had never seen one before, let alone a Brass Dragon, neither up close or at a distance. Now, he was barely fifty yards from one and he couldn't stop staring at it.

I agree, keep it to 3.5e standards. While I don't know too much about FR's, i did read up on the spellplague. An alternate reality where it never happens is most definitely preferable. Well then, I'll try and remember it's you then, and congratz on the change. Outta curiosity though, why did you change it? If you don't mind me asking, that is.

Collecting his thoughts Myn took a deep breadth to give himself some time. Then, he began to speak slowly "My name? Well, it's a mouthful, but since you asked and my mother had a sense of humor... it's Mynos. Mynos Argantes Ty'rii, but I've always disliked Mynos... and I usually prefer to just be called Myn instead. As for why and how I was buried there, that is a rather long and boring tale. Suffice it to say a cut down variation will work just as well, if not better in this case. So... to begin, I had some pressing need to cross the Anauroch a month hence ago, the reasons why that is I rather wish to avoid, but that I made poor judgement in choosing caravans should be noted upon." At this Myn stopped briefly to take another long drink from Kalin's waterskin, then continued "We were nearly a week out in our crossing when we stopped at an oasis not too far from here and were promptly set upon by bandits. Now, as I am a swordmage and former ranger of the Silver Marches, I signed onto the caravan as protection. And once we were attacked, I began to fight the bandits in hopes to save the others. The caravan master, it seemed, had other plans." Once again Myn stopped his tale, but this time, he was quiet for some time until he realized that he was deep in thought and remembering his time in captivity, and as he realized this he shuddered greatly. "The rest, I would like to keep to myself, though I will say that I spent some time as the bandits prisoner and that it invariably led to my being buried."

Throughout Rhaine's administrations, Myn couldn't help but think she was an angel. But, as he healed, the delirium of the last couple of days subsided and he felt more like his old self. After a moment or two, Myn looked at Rhaine and into her eyes. "Agreed, though I think that they could have been much much worse and still have been a fair trade off. Also, I must thank you, I don't think I would have lasted much longer if you hadn't come by when you did." Myn managed to croak out, before he took a long drink from Kalin's water skin. Once he was finished, Myn laid his head back and then glanced around at those who had come to his rescue. "Thank you, thank you all... I owe you my life. It's a debt I don't take lightly." Only the gods could know just how much he meant it when he said the words.

Bleary eyed, Myn blinked furiously to try and wake himself up, as he had fallen asleep until Tannin's shriekish yelling had woken him. "What?..." he croaked and gasped, his mouth dryer than the entire Anauroch desert. "have a little decorum you godsdamned spirits! I might be near enough dead as it is, but I'm not dead yet! At least... I don't think I am?" Still, Myn couldn't help but begin to wonder. Wonder if this was the end, because whatever was making that awful racket, and what a truly awful racket it was. Was Huge!!!! No, seriously, to Myn it sounded like the most out of tune lute with seven missing strings ever combined with that annoying yap of a little dog nobles seemed to like so much. Yeah, that one. It just had to be the end.... how else could you explain the monstrous behemoth that now stood there drooling over Myn. A nightmare of insectoid terror, hellbent on ripping and taking Myn from this mortal coil and dragging him down into the deepest darkest depths of Hell.

Things had gone from bad to indescribably worse. Myn had had reservations from the beginning of signing on with the merchant caravan that was traveling through the Anauroch to begin with, but it had been the only one that was going to cross for awhile, and frankly... he needed to cross it as soon as possible. Why he hadn't listened to his instincts and waited, he wasn't sure, but he was paying the price for it now. Beset upon by bandits, Myn had been fighting them off when the caravan leader had knocked him out cold from behind and used him and two thirds of the caravans goods as a bargaining chip to spare them and to let them go. The bandits... of course, accepted. Now, after nearly a month of captivity and resistance. Myn had given them the final straw, and because he had been such a colossal pain in the rear for the last month, outright killing him was just too good of a way out. No, for Myn, they chose to bury him head deep into the sand and desert and left him there to die. And so there he had stayed for the last two days.... suffering. Oh, not because of the searing heat of day or the frigid nights, and it wasn't to do with the lack of not having had any food or water for those selfsame two days. No, it was because the bastards had stolen his beloved longsword Ter'oc, and without it Myn felt utterly lost. So there he stayed, unable to escape the inevitable death that was certain to come. "Well, Myn..." he croaked, "you've done it now. Your dead for certain this time!"

Name: Mynos Argantes Ty'rii (Myn) Race: Human Age: 27 Class: Ranger/Swordmage/Weapon Master (longsword) Alignment: True Neutral Deity: Waukeen Place of Origin: Jalanthar, Silver Marches Appearance: Of plain looks, Myn could blend into the crowd and get lost immediately, despite having a long and slightly roundish face and a sharp hawkish nose. He can also oftentimes appear slightly pudgy at first glace, but is in actuality quite lean, slender and muscular. Which is also a likely beneficial side-effect from his many travels and work as a mercenary. Myn is of slightly below average height for someone from the northern regions and has blonde hair and blue eyes coloration most commonly associated with northerners. Finally, his hair is fairly long and most often kept in a braided ponytail. Armor/Clothing: As both a ranger and a swordmage, Myn prefers to wear only clothing fitted for whatever environment he currently finds himself in, to best move at speed through it. Though he very rarely ever does it, if necessary, Myn will armor himself lightly. In order to allow the best possible range of free movement during combat, and to cast spells unhindered. Weapons: As a swordmage Myn's preferred weapon is his longsword, which is named Ter'oc. It is both a carry over from his days as a ranger in the Silver Marches and a keepsake that once belonged to his long dead teacher and master, Tanec. Above everything else, Ter'oc is Myn's most beloved and cherished possession. Myn will also make it a habit to always have a longbow and quiver of arrows at hand, as he is also an accomplished archer and marksman. It is of no doubt having once been a ranger, that Myn's skill in archery should come as a surprise to anyone. Lastly, Myn will often make use of a small hunting knife that is generally carried at either the small of his back or on his right side for many everyday uses or actions. Personality: Ever the calm and professional individual, Myn is rather hard to either upset or lead to anger, even though many have tried over the years. Once hired on by someone, he is the kind of mercenary that will stay loyal to you, no matter what, even if such action or sense of devotion might cost him his life. Unless otherwise forced to do so by extra mitigating circumstances, Myn's sense of loyalty is absolute and without question. While his sense of professionalism might keep others at bay. Myn can warm up to both those he respects and admires, and those he has grown to be rather fond of and care for. History: The son of a local trapper, Myn spent his early youth in the Silver Marches learning how to catch game and various other wildlife alongside his father. As he grew older his skills in archery and hunting led him to leave his home of Jalanthar at the age of fifteen to seek out a living as a frontiers guidesman and ranger's apprentice. After several years, Myn grew to become an accomplished and highly skilled ranger in his own right, and fought in a series of battles against a raiding horde of Orcs spanning the entirety of the Silver Marches. The ensuing bloodshed from these battles caused Myn to grow disillusioned with the ruling governments and his sense of what was right and wrong was thrown into disarray. It was during this time that a swordmage based out of Silverymoon, named Tanec, became a traveling companion of Myn's and together they left the Silver Marches for good. During their travels, it was discovered that Myn had some talent for magic and Tanec promptly began to teach his erstwhile companion to become a swordmage, until his death after many years of adventuring together. Since then, Myn has traveled aimlessly, bounding from one meaningless job to another as a mercenary for hire. *Ugh... my apologies for getting this up so late. Took a little longer than I would of liked to finish this off.

My deepest and sincerest apologies, but it seems my posting of my char and intro posts will have to be delayed awhile. A close family friend of mine is having some medical problems and I'll be away over the weekend looking after her. I'll work on it when I can, but it'll most likely be around next Thursday or Friday before I can post anything. Again, my deepest apologies. Sincerely, Raz

Hmm... I am considering joining this. A little forewarning though, like Josh was I'm fairly rusty, and I'm not very used to this exact style of post writing. In any event I'll likely need a few days to get a character put together and to do some research for a FR's setting. Plus, I'll likely need that many days anyway to get caught up on the Rp directly. All that aside, it's probably high time I introduced myself somewhat. My real name is Ryan, though I prefer to go by my online moniker of Raz. Which is a shortened form and nickname of my screen name here at the Nexus. I can go by either/or, it doesn't matter too much to me, but you may use whatever you feel most comfortable with. I'm an old online friend of Josh, we first got to know one another here at the Nexus back around October of '08. Since then, I sorta moved on from the site and haven't been to it in a long, long time. Despite that we've stayed in contact ever since then. Josh and I were talking about a FR's Rp he was thinking of running awhile back yesterday, and he mentioned he had joined this one instead of making it. Needless to say I was interested, so I've returned to our old stomping grounds to comb through what you have here. With what little I've read so far and checked out, I must say I'm rather impressed. I look forward to the opportunity to read ToF in more depth over the next few days, and to maybe even join you in such adventures. Sincerely, Raz

Ok, First off...I think it should be noted that I think you underestimate just how much you've grown as a writer and as a roleplayer this past year and half or so since I first got to know you Josh. Now I'll admit this needs some work and needs to be looked through with a fine toothed comb on your part Josh but on the whole it's a good start for it and I for one liked it. Keep writing it and correct it's mistakes and before to long it'll be top-notch in my opinion, I hope to see more from you on this, and know you have my support and aid should you want it. Best of Luck, my friend. ~ Raz

Hmmm.......this seems familiar to me, now I wonder where I've seen this before....oh wait now I remember....at My Rolepaying Site of which this is My Rp creation. Here's a tip kid....if your going to rip someone off do it where they or their friends wont find out Or better yet not at all. For shame have you no decency? Don't use what's not yours!!!! You want to make a Star Wars Rp? That's fine by me....just don't plagiarize someone else's work. You do the work on the storyline and on the Rules and the Character Sheet.......nice work on this Rp Antonkr how Very Lazy of you. Sincerely, ~ Raz

perfect ten on both.....they go well with your username. ((note: I know my Avy doesn't match my sig, however I haven't gotten around to making a new one yet..lol)) ~ Raz