Dagger - Canassa
Long sword - Ahron
Short sword
Longbow
Crossbow- Faerora
Mace - Greaseface
Glave
Falchion
Scimitar - Randall
Rapier - Lavina
Sickle
Mace
War hammer - Khanarak
Shield
Quarterstaff - Stargate
Spear
Whip
Sling - Cyrillus
Wooden stool
Fists
None (hide) - Brian

As per the great proverb of the lowly ratfalk who used a single rock and a sling to take down the nightly half dragon, I will use this sling to take down anyone who stands in our way. I pray that is not necessary.

Randall, and Rara, may our journey be a tail as old as time.

Christian @ 5/2/2021 12:52

Dyl @ 5/2/2021 12:50 As per the great proverb of the lowly ratfalk who used a single rock and a sling to take down the nightly half dragon, I will use this sling to take down anyone who stands in our way. I pray that is not necessary. Randall, and Rara, may our journey be a tail as old as time. Randall says we choose A, Stick together and protect each other, like a good pack of animals. What do Cyrillus and Rara say?

I agree. The Pack stays together.

I personally like the Pack! But I am an easy going guy. Names pale in comparison to our greater purpose.

Everything happened so quickly Cyrillus didn’t know what to think. He felt a paw grab his shoulder. “Get behind me” Randall shouted and pulled him back. Rara is beside him brandishing her whip. Cyrillus notices a cork on the ground and loads his sling. While he’s not one for violence he knows he has to protect his back. He pulls back and aims at a large boar-folk that was charging towards them. He missed completely. However he hit a nearby shelf which knocked over a clay pot which fell on the boar-folk head. He fought back a smile of accomplishment...

“Cyrillus, go help your mother.” His father and brothers were going off for the hunt, but someone had to take care of the dishes with his mother. Even though he was the middle of five boys, he was the runt of the litter. The constant teasing, the exclusion from the Hunt. It took its toll on him.

“Keep your head up dear,” his mother smiled at him. It wasn’t that he didn’t love his mother, he just. Well he just didn’t want to be excluded. “You’re a gentle soul” she told him, “that’s more important than the Hunt.” A gentle soul. His brother always told him that was a nice way to say coward. He wasn’t a coward though, he didn’t want things to suffer.

When the great drought came to his land and the elephant folk attacked. It was his mercy of an injured enemy solider that kept him alive. His brothers pride cost them. They let him leave and journey on his own. He found the alliance of the aura. He studied their ways and performed on the streets for food. Some have called him a miracle worker but he is just a vessel. However the world has grown cold and less generous towards faith healers. The alliance is poor. He heard about this adventure and on his week long journey hear met up with Randall and Rara for obvious reasons. The faith is in his paws.