Recent content by Roan Dorn

A Tankard filled with ale, a frothy head spilling out over rim was thrust into his waiting hand and Roan without any hesitation would lift it to his mouth, press it to his lips and take a long pull from the vessel until the ale it contained started running down his chin. When he finally lowered...

Osteriam, what a shithole. Whether it was pure happenstance or the rumors of Buried City escaping this place that brought him here Roan Dorn had come to this town. He wore his chainmail like a fitted shirt, truthfully he was accustomed to sleeping in it now. A Gladius was sheathed over his...

Could be interesting.

Welcome Verano! Glad to make your acquaintance and be able to welcome you to the forums! I think you'll find people are very welcoming here and that there are a lot of talented writers as well. Hope to see you in some threads soon! Also on a side note I dig your avatar. What series is that...

It didn't surprise Roan to learn that in the Jungles of the Wilds they had many plants that could be used as spices but that there were also a variety that had other uses such as poison. He'd heard Assassins often used elaborate poisons though he'd never dealt with their kind personally, Roan's...

"No." ...his laughter had turned into a residual chuckle... "Afraid buying a horse from you would be wasted on me. I have one, of course. An older mount that doesn't mind when I set up on her." ...he'd kept his horse through her twilight years, she could walk and trot but beyond that Roan...

He took her advice seriously. Roan wasn't a young man, many of the Mercenaries he met on the road were several years his junior however Miriel obviously had experience with what she was talking about so he took it for what it was, valuable information. Nodding his head once Roan considered...

He would chuckle briefly hearing her comment, enjoying the banter they shared... "Alliria seems like it has it all. It'll be a shame to move on but I'll make sure that I come back around." ...especially if the company was this good, Roan had spent much of his time working as protection in one...

Acteon Cass hadn't been wrong and even though Roan had taken her seriously Míriel Fëanorna had beaten him in dominant fashion. It had been slightly surprising but it was enjoyable nonetheless. The Sellsword had swiped up the coin Acteon had left on the table when he rose to follow Miriel. * *...

When she offered her hand during their introduction he took it without reservation, gripping firmly before releasing when she did likewise. Listening to her he found it interesting to learn she owned a Forge and Stud Farm on the edge of the city. A Smith, it all made sense to him now. Roan...

When she asked him for his reason for traveling to the Spine his mind seemed to have gone blank. All of Roan's attention was on the clash of their arms that he was steadily losing until he felt her tighten her grip, exert some force and slam his arm back against the table. It hurt and there...

Once the match had begun the sound of the crowd grew louder again. It was all background noise to Roan who focused on Miriel, staring directly into her eyes as he began to push her arm slowly. When her muscles went from gentle to firm that changed though. Perhaps it was overconfidence though...

He'd the taken the time between matches to flex the fingers of his hand, wiggling them slowly then rolling his wrist to loosen the muscles. While waiting for another competitor he hadn't dreamt of seeing an Elf seat herself across from him. In his experience Elves didn't partake in this type...

Leaving the others behind the Sellsword would have met the Aide acting as his contact to the Councillor back outside of the residence. The Aide seemed distantly interested for his part but Roan would inform him of his findings none the less. Glancing back over his shoulder once he'd have stood...

Howls erupted from an open air tent where a group had gathered to watch a contest play out. Men, Dwarves, Elves all took turns cheering or booing as whatever went on played out beyond the eyes of those not in the crowd. It appeared as though coin changed hands fairly easily and it wasn't...