<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ae/Wlady200px.png)</div><strong><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: gabriola;">Wladyzlaw Medvyed</span></span></em></strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1054889)<br/>LG Human Cavalier (Courtly Knight)<br/><em>low-light vision</em><br/><strong>Init:</strong>+1;<strong>Hp:</strong>12/12;<strong>Challenge SLA</strong>: 1/1<br/><strong>AC</strong>20 (touch 11, flat-footed 19);<strong>Fort</strong>+4,<strong>Ref</strong>+1,<strong>Will</strong>-1<br/><br/><strong>Languages:</strong>Common<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Personally Wladyzlaw had been a little bored with the trip, despite its short length of it. Of course they were just embarking on this quest for new lands but thus far it seemed no more different than travelling any other road towards any other city in Brevoy. He had hired a carriage and a driver, sold everything that was unimportant for his new life and brought every thing he owned aboard it with plenty of room to spare. Thus far, it was no different.<br/><br/>He had spent most of the time atop Jagellion, the large dark warhorse that he had reared since he was a boy. The stallion had been untamable, fit only for breeding until a young Wladyzlaw had come along and done the unthinkable. He knew there were some people out there, like Jazzy, who made strong bonds with beasts. And while he didn't believe himself gifted so, there had undoubtedly been a bond between himself and Jagellion from the first time they had met in the paddock on that foggy spring morning that many years ago. So it was from atop his trusted steed that he had lived for the last few days, eating, sleeping and of course conversing with the others to stave off boredom.<br/><br/>As they neared the first stop his spirit lifted a little. Seeing the old fortress was a welcome brake in the otherwise wild landscape and he only threw a single glance back at the others and a grin before he spurred Jagellion on and galloped forth, lance tipped towards the sky as he closed the distance between himself and the trading post with haste that would have been hardly expected from a beast of Jagellion's size. Coming through the gate on thundering hoof he pulled back the reigns and let the steed slide into a halt at the center of the market yard, flashing a bright smile at the man atop the building and the beautiful woman.<br/><br/>"Be well! I'm not mistaken if I say this is Oleg's Trading Post, aye?"