飛段

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Eramthgin Lanrete

I am mostly Human.

✖ People call me Era or Gin.
✖ I am 26 years old.
✖ I am male.
✖ I can chameleon myself into my surroundings for a short period of time, as well as use many different types of poisons. I have good eyesight and am a decently adequate pickpocket.

✖ My story:

As an orphan with no place to call home, I have a knack of walking off with others' possessions with them being none the wiser due to an ability to simply melt away into my surroundings. When I was caught by a master thief one day for stealing from him, instead of punishing me, he took me under his wing and taught me the art of poison. When I was of age, I left and joined a mercenary team that was looking for a scout in hopes of striking it rich so I will no longer have to live on the streets.

Eramthgin was in one of the rooms, mixing a couple of brightly colored liquids together. It was an project he was working on, creating a poison that was both odorless and tasteless, that would paralyze instead of kill. For someone who was brought up as a thief, he had gotten a surprising amount of contracts from the local assassins guild thanks to his many strange concoctions. (though of course, the guild itself doesn't actually 'exist' in the country, at least not legally)

Hearing the familiar voice he had not heard in years, he set the two bottles down, careful not to tilt them too much as they were quite volatile, wondering if it was who he thought it was. He walked out the room, pulling the protective gloves off as he went. "...Fi? Is that you?" He asked. His hair was tied up in a messy scrunch above his head to prevent them from drooping into his poisons and he was wearing a dirty apron, looking very much like some odd cleaner.

Eramthgin grinned and hugged Fiona back. It's been a long time since he last saw her, but she didn't appear to have changed much either. Perhaps a bit more lively than before? "I'm not sure where the others are...they might all be off on their own various missions. The place's been empty except for me for the past several weeks since I got back. I've mostly been experimenting, as you can never have too many different types of potions on you when out on a mission somewhere." For a small mercenary group like theirs, they received quite the amount of contracts from various sources. He supposed this was what people called 'quality over quantity'...or numbers, in their case.

Dragging over a chair from a nearby desk, Eramthgin plopped himself down in it. "And what kind of mission? Is it issued by the king?" Knowing his friend worked at the palace, it was highly likely that the missions came from someone within the palace.

"Kidnapped the princess and the queen? Security must've really gone downhill since the last time I visited the palace..." ...Uninvited, but nobody needed to know that. "That certainly sounds like an adventure. Count me in!" Eramthgin rubbed his hands together eagerly. Rescuing the queen and princess...this was bound to be a job that will pay well. He'd had his eyes on a nice little house a bit far of away from the city, and if they manage to complete this mission, he'd be able to finally own a place to call his home.

"Now we just have to find the others..." Whoever it was that kidnapped the two royal family members, they must have good forces of their own, and since healers/mages and scouts generally were not front-line melee fighters, they'd need the help of their comrades. He wrinkled his nose. "...Great, I have no idea where they went or how long it'll take to find them. Might you have tracking spells on them too, by any chance?" He asked hopefully, knowing how much Fiona disliked using the dark arts but couldn't resist asking anyway. There's no telling where the rest had gone off to...

Eramthgin chuckled at the part about Fiona being a stalker, but the chuckle soon turned into a hasty cough when she mentioned the...awkward bits. Feeling the blood in his cheeks, he hastily pursued the subject of the other member of their team. "Ahem...uh...right." He fidgeted with the stained gloves he still held in his hands, looking everywhere except at the young woman lying in the bed. "I don't think Leann will have any problems. She's good at what she does, and I'm sure she'll be able to avoid those hypocrites with no trouble." He picked at a spot on his apron as though it was the most fascinating speck of stain he'd ever seen. "Though we should probably go and look for her first, just in case...then we can worry about Gorge. And what about Arian? The obsessive tree-hugger would likely be in the woods somewhere, I'm just not sure which forest he'd be hiding in this time..."

"I don't know." Eramthgin said softly, following Fiona's gaze towards the window with a faraway look in his eyes. "At first we just got more contracts. Then the contracts started asking for individuals, and gradually we just went all over the place. I haven't seen everybody gathered in this place for years. It must've been at least three or four years since I last saw Arian."

Turning away from the window, he sighed. "Leann looks to be alright the last time I saw her, but that was over a year ago. She's a strong girl though, she wouldn't let the darkness consume her." He said, trying to sound reassuring but not really sure of himself. "We can leave whenever you're ready, I have my traveling bag packed already." He waved a hand towards the door, towards his room where his belongings lay. He always had a pack ready for emergencies, and can leave whenever needed. Most of his prized possessions were in there, so he wouldn't be leaving behind too much. He was eager to see the team back together again. "Though," He added, nodding at the pouch in Firona's hand, "it would be nice to get myself a new dagger...and perhaps some rations. I don't fancy having to gnaw on bark again. Ever."

Eramthgin accepted the gold with a nod and tucked it into a small pocket in his clothes after taking off the apron. Even with his loose sense of dress code, he knew that wearing an dirty apron to go weapons-shopping would not be well-accepted. "She mentioned that she missed you, though she did not want to disturb you, which was why she had not paid you a visit despite knowing your whereabouts." He said, untying his hair and shaking it loose. "The pardon would make a nice surprise for her, it'd be nice to know that she wouldn't have to worry about people trying to roast her all the time." He gave a wave to Fiona and left the room, shutting the door quietly as to not disturb her, and slipped out the building, heading towards the black market in the alleyways, knowing that's where all the 'good stuff' were being sold, even if it might be a bit on the...not-legal side of the law.

Eramthgin finished donning on his 'professional' outfit before he entered the alleyway. It consisted of the light armor made of ebony, his metallic claw-hand, and the large hooded cloak with the high collar to cover the lower half of his face. The black market was a place for shady characters, and the last thing he wanted was to have trouble find him.

The vendors were scattered haphazardly all over the place within the small alleyway, making it difficult to maneuver around, but for Eramthgin, he didn't have too much trouble. He was mostly busy keeping the pickpockets away from his gold. There were a few interesting merchandises that he came across, but since he only had a limited amount of gold and a dagger to buy, he passed them on and continued to search. Eventually, he found an old man sitting on the dirty ground with a cloth spread in front of him, with pieces of weapons laid out upon it. One of the daggers, a pitch black blade with many ridges, stood out.

"What's the price for that one?" He inquired. The man, not even looking up from his position on the ground, mumbled, "500 gold."

"That's a bit pricey for one blade, isn't it? How about 50?"

And thus began his bartering.

"What? Oh." Distracted, Fiona's words didn't register until two seconds later, where Eramthing hastily clamped his mouth shut and turned back to the vendor. It was a delicate topic when it came to Gorge. "Yes, it is quite a piece of work. Very adequate for Poison-enchantments." He murmured, fingering the blade lightly. Coughing lightly, he motioned to another part of the cloth in front of the elderly man, "He has guns too, perhaps one of them will suit your fancy?"