[Lady Blue03]

"Loren? Loren. LOREN! GET UP!"
Verloren was shocked out of her warm and peacful sleep when her half brother Joel shook her shoulder roughly. She sat up abrubtly and reeled back in pain as their foreheads connected with a clunk.
"Joel!" she growled while scrubbing sleep out of her eyes, "What in bloody hell do you want?" she glared bleerily up at him.
"Oy,", Joel was cradling the bump on his head, "Your squire friend from the temple is here. Says it's important, so get dressed will ya?" he left with a sly grin on his face.

Grumbling to herself Verloren yawned loudly and kicked her covers off, pulling off her silk sleeping shift with a quick move. She stood, stretched, then looted through her drawers until she found a fresh pair of dark blue leather breeches and a crimson shirt. Pulling it all on hastily, she stuffed her feet into her turned-down boots and walked slowly down stairs to see her friend Roden sitting at the table, idly chewing a piece of bread. The young squire flashed a grin at her as Verloren sat down and snatched the bread from him,
"So, what are you doing here at this ungodly hour?
The handsome Roden chuckled at her, "Well, on any other occasion it would be to see your beautiful face with your hair all mussed like it is, but today I came to give you an assigment from the Radiant Heart. You had best get all your gear together, cause they need you for a campaign or somewhat." He shrugged in indifference.
"Wonderful," Verloren grummped when she finished her bread. Roden stood when she did.
"I would gladly accomany you, Loren, but I'm needed back soon. See you around." He leaned forward and kissed her cheek before leaving.
Blushing a furious red, Verloren clambered back to her room and threw open the chest at the foot of her bed. Her sword belt and breastlate lay atop a soft cotton pillow. Sighing, she buckled on her sword belt and slipped into her light yet sturdy armour. She searched around for a quill and wrote a hasty note to leave at home:
~Mother, Father, the Radiant Heart has called upon me once again to aid them in some campaign. I'll likely be gone for a long while. See you soon.
Love always, Verloren~
Nodding to herself in satisfaction, Verloren grabbed her pack and stuffed her shift and several pairs of breeches and shirts, both long and short sleeved into it, plus her large water skin. Locating her ivory comb, she ran it briskly though her chest length hair before adding it to her pack as well. She dropped her note on the table as she left the house and made her way for the temple.

After 20 minutes of winding through the bustling streets, Verloren caught sight of the temple, and broke into a jog, slipping through the door and shutting it softly behind her. Pursing her lips, she looked around until she saw the familiar face of Sir Kan,
"Why hello," she said with a cheery grin, "Squire Roden told me I'm to assist some paladins in a mission of some sort. Could you point me in their direction? I don't see them here."

All he could give her was that this Sir Goulum had gone to a tavern to celebrate his assigment. Wondering if all paladins drank before going on a mission to find crazed cultists, she poked around the taverns until at the third one she noticed 3 paladins sitting and having themselves a drink. One of them matched the description of Sir Goulum. As shemade her way over to them, she could feel the odd looks sent at her. Well, it wan't every day you saw a lass with two swords strapped to her waist. Verloren stopped in front of the table and smiled down at the men,
"Why hello there. I'm Verloren Esgaroth, one of the non-Radiant Heart members who works for the Radiant Heart," she winked and turned to Sir Goulum, "And you are Sir Goulum, yes? Sir Kan sent me to join you on this mission to the mountains."

ooc- Name: Verloren Esgaroth
Race: Half-elf
Class: Gladiator(fighter kit)
stats: str 15
dex 15
con 14
int 12
wis 11
cha 12

I've had to retype this so many times because of stupid internet...*mutters*-

Verloren is a stunning red haired, blue eyed, pale Elven beauty, with the disposition of a particulary rowdy man. Her elven mother died not long after giving birth to her, so the elves of her city gave her to her father for caretaking. Her father, a well known adventurer, retired after recieving her, and married a human cleric, who was constantly away for her duties. Growing up with a retired warrior and a 18 year old half-brother, Verloren took on more of the undesirable traits for a woman. After hearing her father tell his stories of glory, she decided to look for some herself by becoming a Gladiator. Her elven grace made her deadly in the pits, and she learned quickly how to survive in a harsh world. When she recently turned 25, her father purchased bought her a new +1 long sword and a +1 short sword, with a black leather belt to go with them. Her brother somehow came across a +1 breast plate with a 10% resist to poison. Much to her dismay, her father was personal friends with the Commander of the Radiant Heart, and decided her fighting skills would be worth more for a cause such as theirs.

[ 04-11-2003, 07:40 PM: Message edited by: Lady Blue03 ]