Sven, 160 HP, Kingdom of Vathia.


As you curse the gods for the hundredth time, you wish once again you'd finally just get yourself a hood or longer coat of some kind.

Right now, youre camping out in the shadows of some tall trees on the outskirts of town-- people watching. Why dont you venture in further? Well, no big reason other than the fact that you're dead. And when you say dead, you mean like, dead dead. You are-- the deadest mofo to ever walk again after being mugged and offed by some nasty streetrats for a measly bag of coin.

Right yeah, so why were you wishing for a coat again? "Oh yeah, maybe because you look like a walking ghoul..." You mutter to yourself, looking down at your weird off-colored skin. You click your tongue in annoyance. "I guess I am a ghoul though, or whatever..."

Maybe you could check a library, they probably have books on undead....oh wait yeah. YOURE DEAD.

"Aughhhhh--" you dramatically pinch the bridge of your nose. Of course you didn't just get resurrected today , but the whole time you'd just been loitering around smaller villages, and while you spooked the people their, they weren't the posh upperclassmen folk living in the ****** Kingdom. Still, you should have gotten a hood of some sort by now to cover up most of your face-- like your eyes. Oversight on your part. Ehe, sight, puns. Oh well.

Maybe you could wait until night and weasel your way through some back alleys? Lord knows some guards would catch you and chase you out just your luck--

Aaron - 70 HP - a tree kingdom of Vathia

There's someone... odd sitting beneath the trees to the side of the path leading into town. You come closer to peer at them. Hooking your legs over a sturdy branch, you flip upside down to better inspect the being while remaining at a safe distance. Flicking out your tongue, you taste something... dead on the air. Interesting. Moving to right yourself, you hear something clink softly in your coat right before said thing falls out, headed right for the stranger underneath. ....oops?

Sven, 160 HP, Kingdom of Vathia (guard post)

Sven spits out a curse in surprise, something hitting him on the back. He jumps about five feet in the air (not literally of course) and out into the sunlight, putting his back to the guards as he scrambles for his hatchet and fails because-- uh, well, its in his bag.

Which is on his back.

Damn he should really find like-- a way to carry it that didn't involve having to take his bag off first or learn to quickly reach behind himself to get it.

"Whose there?!?" He instead demands, telling himself to be calm about this, no use panicking, and reaching around into his bag slowly and more thoroughly searching it, hand still finding nothing but air and cloth in it.

He glances to the ground briefly to see what fell on him. Christ-- guards, he glances behind him aswell to see if they've caught on to the commotion.

The guards remain oblivious to the commotion, having already been distracted by a drunken swordsman threatening one of the Kingdom's merchant's. One of the guards broke off from the gate to settle the commotion, leaving the other two to watch with interest and snickers between themselves.

There seemed to be a shimmering bracelet on the ground, no doubt pilfered off one of the nobles in town. It looked expensive.

Aaron - 70 hp - tree (Vathia)

Sneaking a quick glance at the guards nearby to make sure they won't be coming over, Aaron scales back down the tree and attempts to surreptitiously scoop the bracelet back up. He crouches in the shadows behind the dead guy and snags the glittering pile of chains with a delicate claw. With a soft hiss of self-satisfaction at having stayed completely undetected (unless you count the dead dude. which he won't. if it's not an authority, the noticing doesn't count.) on yet another escapade, Aaron rises to his feet and moves to dart back up into his tree.