Looking sharply around the plaza, he looked carefully for potential marks. Colored hair, odd features, immense stature - all these were clearly identifiable marks of the Spellborn. They were the targets of choice. Normal mercenaries were fine, but Alexei figured that Katya's claim that the journey was ordained by the divine would appeal more greatly to those who were blessed. And they'd probably sign on for substantially lower pay, too, allowing them to stretch their coin much further.
Beyond that, he figured that if one was foolish or daring enough to sign onto this random crusade, they'd certainly be amenable to a long journey for pay. There was an odd habit among Spellborn of searching or questing for adventure. Perhaps it was that blue blood of theirs that made them so restless.
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:Meanwhile, a pale figure cloaked in a beast's skin pried itself from the bowels of the volunteer ship, desperately crawling on all fours across the deck, headed towards the bow. There, he took a mighty leap off the ship and straight to solid ground, where he landed on his feet with a resounding thump. The figure in question was tall and muscular, with long blond hair flowing in a wild, spiky mane. He wore the hide of a massive black bear as a cloak, with the creature's maw currently pulled back instead of covering his head, and one of his arms seemed to be made of smooth grey stone instead of flesh.
"Finally! I thought I was never going to leave that ship alive!" The man declared. He was clearly not a seafarer, unlike most of the party.
Alexei turned, hearing a loud thud behind him. His eyes lit up - two figures had just left the ship, and they were exactly what he was looking for!
The Earthborn was the first of the two. Tall, muscular, and broad, he would have likely been able to go toe to toe with Alexei even without the inborn advantages of an Elemental. Wearing the hide of a black bear of a cloak and bearing an arm that seemed to be covered in stone, he seemed worthy enough.
Behind him, a woman with crimson flowing hair walked down the pier. She seemed noticeably less enthusiastic, bearing a grim face and stern eyes. Perhaps a veteran of the war, searching for another campaign...though she seemed far too young for that. Child conscripts were rare in Garmiccia, as this was labeled as a dreadful sin, but perhaps the Gallians held no such views.
"Greetings!" Alexei rumbled, standing in both their paths. "I'm glad you made it off as well, Earthborn. I don't believe I've seen you two before. Who may you be, and what brings you along on this journey?" he said, looking over both of them.