Channelknight Fadran

Fadran blinks. "What the [expletive] is going on here?"

Fadran knocked the box out of Gears's hands. "Stop pestering!"

Fadran, growing impatient, battered everyone in the face with a bout of wind. "Y'all, calm down! Stop pestering the poor girl."

"Hey, wait!" Fadran plants his sword in the sand. "We won't hurt you... unless Gears here still wants to dissect you." He gives Dr. Gears the stink eye. "I'm Fadran. Who're you?"

"I can't guarantee anything but this--if I ever have to change my affiliation, it will not be against you. I plan to make a mark on this world, and I'm going to need strong allies." Fadran looks him in the eye, stepping into the light of a half-broken lantern. "I don't suppose you would fill that description?"

Fadran blinked. "What the crap just happened?" Looking at the woman, he added, "Also she's pretty dang hot."

Fadran nods. "I love both cake and hugs. I don't tend to get many as a Highmaster Arcane Mage, Traveling Merchant, Iconan Channelknight, after all. People usually either scoff at my ware costs or grovel at my feet, not offer me cake and give me hugs."

Fadran, very confused, frowns at the newcomers. "Who're you guys?"

What I said was "Spren of Kindness speaks well! He/she can join whenever."

@Sorana, @Rushu42

Bonjour! Comment ca va?

@Spren of Kindness wasing the bright speaking! Wasing the having the have to join on the nip.

Fadran eyed the dagger with amusement. "You certainly handle that with much more skill than that of your average street thug. Do I have what it takes to join, you ask? I'll answer you this: I'll not be a petty thief or an assassin for your alleyway gang. The only reason I would join your guild is for my own self-interests, and right now those self-interests benefit the both of us. I want information, you want new recruits." He takes a step closer to the man, plucking the dagger out of the wall. "Does this answer satisfy you?"

I'm eyeing your Chouta. Could I get one of those?

Fadran takes the chest, looking around. "I kinda wish that that doctor guy could've been here... eh, in any case, let's crack this thing open!" He unlatches the chest and finds...

Fadran sighed, then stood up. "So! Mister Omnipotent guy! Perhaps you've forgotten, but Gearguy here--" he realizes that Dr. Gears has left, then continues, "Gearguy wherever he is stepped out of the Battle Ring that he drew, which is spirit-warrior-guy talk for 'I forfeit'." Since that first guy with the stick and he have both retreated, then I believe that I have won this battle."

Fadran, strength waning, Forged another connection, this one to the sand. With it, he pushed Dr. Gears to shore. The second Gears was out of the depths, all of Fadran's connections broke out, and he collapsed onto the sand. "I... win."

Fadran--Highmaster Arcane Mage, Traveling Merchant, and Iconan Channelknight--walked into the dark alleyway. "Hello?" Fadran asked aloud. "I'm looking for a group called the Ghostbloods... I heard you're recruiting." A dangerous bunch you're getting yourself wrapped up with. Icona noted. "Dangerous is my middle name." Fadran replied quietly. You've been to many Multiverses, Fadran, Icona said, The Omniverse, the Cosmere... now this Alleyverse. When will it ever be enough? "There are worlds to be explored, Icona," Fadran said, "and somebody's got to explore them."

Doing his best to hold back the torrential storm, Fadran called out the best he could to Gears. "Get. The. Darned. Chest."

Well, thanks. How about a meal, though? I find myself quite hungry out of a sudden.

Fadran stepped onto the shore, then Forged a connection with the water. He closed his eyes in intense concentration, then pushed back the water around the chest and Dr. Gears. Sweat beaded his brow as he held back such a weight.

Merci!

Fadran looks at Gears. "Do you want to... split it?"

What would it take to make my own Guild?

Fadran watches the chest fly out to sea. "Well. That was... spontaneous."