War. War never changes. And it is the possibility of a new war that has brought White Fang in the civilization again. Needless to say, White Fang does not like cities, but the Wardens of the Wood were right. The animal spirits of the Towering Woods are unsettled and this is a very dark omen. On the behalf of the Wardens, White Fang is here again.

White Fang really resembles the cross between a human and a wolf. He is 5.6 feet tall, with grey skin and eyes. The nose is short and canine-like, while the teeth are evidently sharp. The ears are pointed and covered by fur, the very same fur that forms the short and soft beard. The body is quite hairy as well, with shades and patterns of white and grey colour. He wears simple grey clothes, and his equipment is quite bare, few blades, a backpack and a bone totem, held like a wristband, resembling the head of a wolf. He does talk much and prefers to snarl at people instead of nodding.

White Fang proceeds in his way toward the Guildhouse. He doesn't like the house, too many people. He first checks Kara's office first, but he knows how irritating Kara can be if disturbed while working. Maybe the stables... No. Too many people there as well. And a warforged. He could smell it from a mile away. At least it was a known warforged, one by the name of Erthor from the Reaches. And there was the halfling Wes as well. From the Talenta Plains, he is. White Fang would have liked very much to visit the Plains, to commune with its beasts and spirits. He trusts both of them enough.

White Fang greets all of them with a low grunt, then goes to hug the dogs.

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Also in the stables talking to Michum as he goes about his chores, is a curious Warforged.  He stands about 6 feet tall and is painted various shades of green.  The closer one might get to him, one might notice that some of the green isn't actually paint but various moss and lichen growing on him.  He feels this helps lend an air to his rangerness.  Because of this he has a faint earthy aroma like warm freshly turned farmland.  Unlike some of his brethren, this warforged is lithe and surprisingly agile, at his side hang matching shortswords, one which can be fastened upon his left arm, a quiver of arrows and a longbow are slung over his shoulder..  A peculiar silver monocle somehow rests over his right eye, and in pouch at his hip, you can see what appears to be a small bush peeking out.  Occasionally it appears as if these two are communicating with each other quite animatedly when not engaging with Michum.  Warforged Skirmisher 3R-TH0R no longer serves Aundair, for the great war is over, Erthor as he is now known, serves at the behest of House Vidalis and is now here as part of Thelemere’s Quest Guild as well.  He is currently (as always) discussing the higher and lower qualities of the animals in Michum care as well as their potential lineage.

"....which is why as you can see here this horse seems to have had some defects in its lineage and certainly could not have come from House Vidalis, but nevertheless could prove to be beneficial to future generations....."

This conversation is the same one Michum and Erthor seem to have almost every day about the same time, its almost like clockwork.......and Michum just smiles and nods and laughs politely.

"Don't tease the lad, Ethor. You know how much he loves his Cola." Michum says with a small grunt.

Sometimes, he wasn't sure if this warforged was serious or if he was joking. Every day, he says the same thing to the boy. And every day the little druid tells him the same answer. Maybe it was a fun game for him, or maybe he really loved breeding animals. Regardless, Michum felt safe with Ethor around. His love of animals and his knowledge was a welcome from the dredges of this district. And he liked the lad too, quiet and out of place, yes. But he was always pleasant to him and all the animals in the stables. 

"Now, what about turkeys and clawfoots? They kind of look similar, do they not?" He asks of Ethor. 

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Anyone who knows Wes knows that if you want to find him you simply follow the raptor sounds. Wes is a young halfling, only fourteen (14), but is considered an adult amongst his people and is thus treated like one. With long black hair that he rarely if ever brushes or washes, dark tanned skin covered in dirt from spending years out in the plains, and a pair of grass green eyes that seem to convey some sort of wisdom beyond his years he is definetly a sight to see within the city.

Wes opts to wear the traditional clothes of his people. Lots of tan and dark brown leather jackets (open with no shirt underneath) and pants accessoried with beads, fringe, feathers, and teeth.

Of course he also has a couple other accessories on him. A wooden boomerang that packs quite a punch. A wooden totem that hangs around his neck depicting a hammer tail, a clawfoot, and a gliderwing. A wooden mask that is shaped to look like a T-Rex complete with red war paint of Druidic ruins on the “snout” of the T-Rex. On his upper right arm is a inexplicable clean area where his dragonmark is. Though it is that of House Ghallandra Wes is not a part of the house.

Of course, Wes’s best accessory is Cola, his Clawfoot Raptor mount. Cola, like Wes, is a relatively young Raptor but fully grown. She has dark brown and green skin. Cola has some piercing yellow eyes that seem to carefully follow those she does not trust. On her body you’ll see a variety of Druidic ruins on her in the same red war paint. This ruins are to give her strength, speed, luck in battle, and longevity. 

Wes spends a lot of time talking to Cola. She is the only living thing from the plains that Wes has left. He was kicked out of his tribe about a year ago. And it’s all thanks to his dragonmark. Wes’s tribe is genophibic, he’s probably the only outside that wasn’t married in, and within the tribe only the Mark of Healing appears. So, he was banished and has been on the road for months before he discovered the guild. He’s hoping the guild can be his new people, his new tribe. But, he still misses home. After all, thought they weren’t truly his father or his siblings he still loved them just the same. Though he can never truly be a part of the tribe he hopes to one day return and see them again. 

For now though Wes is hanging out in the stables. Petting and talking to Cola. Happy that they’ve finally made her pin convenient for a halfling like him to use.  

The pen is spacious enough for Cola to stretch out and also for you to mount her. She nuzzles against you, nipping slowly at you. She wants a treat.

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Inside the hall, a large and bulky Warforged stands cramped in a corner. Instead of standing at his full 7 foot height, he crouches down a little, giving himself a little headroom. While his right hand can shift into a double headed war axe, currently it holds a piece of charcoal as he sketches into a sketchbook. He pauses for a moment, gazing at the scene before him with his blue crystalline eyes, before continuing to sketch. He looks at ease, his metal plates that usually protect him from heavy hits in combat are slid back and out of the way. Tiny, as he's been called, has been more and more anxious to see some action, but has come to understand that threatening the lives of those around him is typically frowned upon. So he waits until his purpose is revealed.

The room stays crowded throughout the day but it doesn't distract you from your art. Slowly your charcoal pencil traces the lines and then starts to shade in certain areas. 

((OOG What is Tiny sketching right now?))

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War. War never changes. And it is the possibility of a new war that has brought White Fang in the civilization again. Needless to say, White Fang does not like cities, but the Wardens of the Wood were right. The animal spirits of the Towering Woods are unsettled and this is a very dark omen. On the behalf of the Wardens, White Fang is here again.

White Fang really resembles the cross between a human and a wolf. He is 5.6 feet tall, with grey skin and eyes. The nose is short and canine-like, while the teeth are evidently sharp. The ears are pointed and covered by fur, the very same fur that forms the short and soft beard. The body is quite hairy as well, with shades and patterns of white and grey colour. He wears simple grey clothes, and his equipment is quite bare, few blades, a backpack and a bone totem, held like a wristband, resembling the head of a wolf. He does talk much and prefers to snarl at people instead of nodding.

White Fang proceeds in his way toward the Guildhouse. He doesn't like the house, too many people. He first checks Kara's office first, but he knows how irritating Kara can be if disturbed while working. Maybe the stables... No. Too many people there as well. And a warforged. He could smell it from a mile away. At least it was a known warforged, one by the name of Erthor from the Reaches. And there was the halfling Wes as well. From the Talenta Plains, he is. White Fang would have liked very much to visit the Plains, to commune with its beasts and spirits. He trusts both of them enough.

White Fang greets all of them with a low grunt, then goes to hug the dogs.

A shifter you have around walks into the stables. He walks up and starts snuggling and loving the warhounds in the pens. You look at him and see no animosity towards either of you. Cola gives a small purr that sounds more like a clicking sound. Whoever this shifter was, she wanted to meet him. 

Wes goes to his small leather bag hanging on the stable doors and pulls out Cola’s favorite treat, salted uncooked bacon, and gives her one before nuzzling his face into hers. Seeing her interesting in the wolf-man Wes gives her a nod before making his way towards the wardogs. 

“Ummmm.....excuse me. Cola wants to know if you’d come see her? She wants to see you.” Wes tells the shifter. His normal nervous around people not as present as normal around the part beast name. 

"I have never seen anyone ride a turkey....." as he watches Wes and White Fang interact.

He then starts speaking Gnomish to the bush in his pocket, who replies back in Gnomish, and then climbs down his leg and wanders over to stare at White Fang, Wes, and Cola.

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Wes goes to his small leather bag hanging on the stable doors and pulls out Cola’s favorite treat, salted uncooked bacon, and gives her one before nuzzling his face into hers. Seeing her interesting in the wolf-man Wes gives her a nod before making his way towards the wardogs. 

“Ummmm.....excuse me. Cola wants to know if you’d come see her? She wants to see you.” Wes tells the shifter. His normal nervous around people not as present as normal around the part beast name. 

 White Fang sniffs the air around Wes. Not finding anything particularly wrong with the halfling, he says: "Yes." Then, he goes pet the raptor.

The raptor is a little timid at first, but with a quick sniff and some clicks of her tongue off her teeth she leans in and embraces White Fang's touch. 

Perception check, Wes and White Fang. 

Wes never lets the shifter out of his eye sight as he pets Cola. He knows that Cola wouldn’t ever let anyone who would harm her get close but, he can’t help but be slightly worried and watch them. If anyone dared to hurt Cola it’d be the last thing they ever did. 

White Fang Perception check: 23

Vrailin enters the Guild Hall coming from the market showing her brand new hat. A black, wide wing with a red feather that matches the leather jacket over a white silk shirt, the comfortable black trousers with a red strap on it sides and the high boots she wears. She has a red bandanna around her waist and she is goes directly towards a table were a gnome is focused on working in a tiny metal owl with a long, sharp metal cilynder twisting something into it. 

“So you have another hat” says the gnome not even looking at her while she sits with him

” Once again I am amazed by your perceptive skills Mr.Smoothcloud “ She says to her first mate and friend. She takes off the jacket, leaving it on the chair, and leaves the hat on the table. Her silver hair falls to her shoulders, covering the exposed dark skin. She accomodates the rapier wich hangs from her hip, and a strange weapon, star shaped with three blades. 

The gnome only chuckles at her comment. 

“How’s the Rogue? “ she asks to the gnome. “Is she ready?” 

“At a moment notice Cap” the gnome says smiling.

She replies with her characteristic half smile. 

“Perfect... we don’t know if Kara would send us on a new mission right away.” 

The gnome takes a sip of ale from his mug. 

“ As long as we don’t have to come back to that shit hole again...”

Perception: 8

You both notice a small bush, a shrubbery, walking around your feet. It seems harmless. 

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You both notice a small bush, a shrubbery, walking around your feet. It seems harmless. 

 OOC Do we recognize the shrub, or is it totally unexpected?

((OOG You wouldn't recognize it.))