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|A tiny blade hewed from the corpse of something lost to the haze of ancient memory. | |A tiny blade hewed from the corpse of something lost to the haze of ancient memory. | ||
| − | Intricately detailed | + | Intricately detailed, this fragile tool saw use in eld magicks from eras past. Few survive in usable condition - fewer still know how to make the hollow bone cut deep. |
The designs stir primal, unsettling emotions in those who hold it, as if instinct recalls the reason this arte was forgotten. | The designs stir primal, unsettling emotions in those who hold it, as if instinct recalls the reason this arte was forgotten. | ||
Revision as of 04:22, 27 November 2016
| Averill Rooks | |
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| Gender | Male |
| Race | Hyur |
| Clan | Midlander |
| Citizenship | None |
Summary
Beholden to no cause, no coin, no city-state, Averill is rarely found in the same place twice. Whispers of a life before his infamy on the road linger like ill winds.
Typically calm, collected, and irrepressibly curious, he can be found travelling alone or with companions, albeit rarely. Those that chance to meet him find a storied soul, seared with scars. Those that seek the vagrant out learn well, and quickly, of the strength that survived those same wounds.
Inventory
Below is a small table of items visible or readily noticeable on Averill's person. Feel free to use them as hooks!
| ITEM | DESCRIPTION |
|---|---|
| Crude Axe | A large axe, plucked from the streets of Ul'dah.
Averill did not care for the arm's lack of sharpness or craftsmanship. Given that he wields it comfortably in one hand or two, it seems that shape, size, and sentiment dictated his choice. |
| Stained Bandage | An old bandage. Wrapped loosely around Averill's left arm, it is unclear which scars they originally bound.
When speaking of beasts or his trade, he touches the old cloth. The burden of his recollection is clear for all to see. |
| Hollow Bone Blade | A tiny blade hewed from the corpse of something lost to the haze of ancient memory.
Intricately detailed, this fragile tool saw use in eld magicks from eras past. Few survive in usable condition - fewer still know how to make the hollow bone cut deep. The designs stir primal, unsettling emotions in those who hold it, as if instinct recalls the reason this arte was forgotten. |
