Alleyana is part of the red team, and inclined to stick to the assignment. She's through the door marked 'summer' without hesitation, and settles in for what could be a Very Long March through some Very Weird Shit.
Which, really, is like a Tuesday for the Inquisitor.
Her gryphon-winged mace from Thedas is at her hip, hanging off a belt loop of her train-issued cargo pants. A borrowed shield is on her back. The lack of weight from proper armor is disconcerting, and she's still getting used to not having a left arm, but she's fairly sure she's endured worse.
xxxxx🛡️ Empty Streets
Here, the scarred elf claims a small shelter to rest in, and does exactly that. She slides down a wall inside with a grunt to sit on the floor, tireder than she thought she'd be. It must be the heat -- it's been a while since she'd last marched through the desert, and that's the closest comparison she has.
Just going to sit here out of the 'sun' and try to cool down.
xxxxx🛡️ Helpmates
As soon as Alley sees they're approaching figures, she pauses to kneel down on the ground and secure the borrowed shield to the flat metal bar standing in for her left arm.
And it's a good thing, because the first helpmate she approaches is one of the malfunctioning ones. It turns the machinery its driving her way, and Alley snaps the shield up, taking the impact of whirling agricultural blades without so much as a stumble.
Gonna have to hit a lot harder than that, pal.
xxxxx🛡️ Wild Weather
"Well, that's no fucking good."
That's the Inquisitor's assessment, staring at the path ahead which is currently... on fire.
"In fact, I'd go so far as to say that's a problem."
Alleyana Tabris - RED
xxxxx🛡️ Arrival
Alleyana is part of the red team, and inclined to stick to the assignment. She's through the door marked 'summer' without hesitation, and settles in for what could be a Very Long March through some Very Weird Shit.
Which, really, is like a Tuesday for the Inquisitor.
Her gryphon-winged mace from Thedas is at her hip, hanging off a belt loop of her train-issued cargo pants. A borrowed shield is on her back. The lack of weight from proper armor is disconcerting, and she's still getting used to not having a left arm, but she's fairly sure she's endured worse.
xxxxx🛡️ Empty Streets
Here, the scarred elf claims a small shelter to rest in, and does exactly that. She slides down a wall inside with a grunt to sit on the floor, tireder than she thought she'd be. It must be the heat -- it's been a while since she'd last marched through the desert, and that's the closest comparison she has.
Just going to sit here out of the 'sun' and try to cool down.
xxxxx🛡️ Helpmates
As soon as Alley sees they're approaching figures, she pauses to kneel down on the ground and secure the borrowed shield to the flat metal bar standing in for her left arm.
And it's a good thing, because the first helpmate she approaches is one of the malfunctioning ones. It turns the machinery its driving her way, and Alley snaps the shield up, taking the impact of whirling agricultural blades without so much as a stumble.
Gonna have to hit a lot harder than that, pal.
xxxxx🛡️ Wild Weather
"Well, that's no fucking good."
That's the Inquisitor's assessment, staring at the path ahead which is currently... on fire.
"In fact, I'd go so far as to say that's a problem."
xxxxx🛡️ Wildcard?
xxxxx(Wildcard!)