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Post by Ser Sarne Sequoia on Mar 10, 2024 23:31:49 GMT -5
Nordic one of Lord Sarne's men had been doing some investigating. Nordic had been getting rumors from the streets through the orphanage Lord Sarne supports. It appeared that other criminal organizations had been looting the kids and the poor in the thriving community of the Fellblood refugee camp.
The people fleeing the harsh life in the Ash Wastes lands. The people of the refugee camp did not need this trouble and hearing of this outraged Lord Sarne. He thought the people had been through enough. Sarne knew to be for he just went out and started to deal with the problem Sarne needed more information.
Sarne got word of a person he might be able to talk to and saw one of her performances. Saqine usually is seen with her hair tied up, with tattoos all across her body even on her face. has red horns that are slightly darker than her bright red skin. An attractive woman. He had heard of her deeds in the Camp helping the people in the refugee camp.
Nordic was sent ahead one day to talk with her so Lord Sarne could meet with Saqine. What Saqine sees is 70 years old a powerful build is muscular and fit Dwarf. At least 190 pounds which can be intimidating when he needs to be. Nordic stands at 4' 8". His red-brown hair and hazel eyes. The tan skin shows the work that Nordic has done above ground and him a good looking for a Dwarf. Dressed in Black adventuring clothing with a black cloak. With two fighting knives at his side.
Nordic approaches Saqine carefully making sure not to startle her. "May I speak with you, Saqine I believe your name to be? I represent My Lord Sarne Sequoia of Silvermyist, Lord of Grey Stone Keep, and Captain of Hunters of Solaria. He wishes to talk to you about the problems at the refugee camp. My Lord Sarne would be honored if you meet with him." explained the Dwarf his tone experienced and almost kind in a rough kind of way.
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Post by Saqine on Mar 11, 2024 22:47:21 GMT -5
Saqine had been spending her morning helping around her hometown, a rare occasion for her these days, having been usually travelling around Charon as part of the travelling circus. That day, she was helping in the construction of a new grain silo, in preparation for the next harvest. As the dwarf approached, he could her ontop of a large amount of scaffolding, helping pull up a plank from the lower levels.
The entire Fellblood community was helping in the construction, and since she was in the area, that included her. She wiped the sweat off her brow, taking a look around at the refugee camp. From her position, she had a good view of the dwarf approaching the group, so after bringing the plank up to the top of the silo, and passing it to one of the other fellblood workers, before making her way back down the scaffolds with an incredible amount of swiftness and agility, skipping past entire levels using her tail in coordination with the rest of her body to manipulate her center of gravity.
Once she reached the bottom of the scaffolding, she made her way to a crate that had a waterskin sat ontop of it, and after taking a drink from said skin, she turned to face the dwarf who now approached her, hopping up onto the crate. From where she sat, the dwarf could get a better look at her. She wore loose fitting work clothes, scattered with holes that had been sewn shut, and a washed out colour with a mix of stains, ranging from dirt, to wine, and even blood. This contrasted the very well-kept, tight fitting, and beautifully crafted clothing she wore during her acrobatic performances.
After letting the dwarf speak, she pauses, considering her words, a slight smirk. "Lot of titles for one guy. Not a fan of lords and ladies, all things considered..." She hesitates, partially just to mess with the dwarf, before shrugging. "Sure. We'll see what you can do to help." She slid herself off the crate, nodding. "Lead the way, big guy."
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