<strong>Mark Macy</strong>(http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=12413)<br/><strong>Outside Kelem-Vor</strong><br/><br/>After a few hours of riding Mark managed to both clear the red from his cheeks and stop looking back toward the carriage every quarter hour. After that he spent a bit of time attempting to figure out the enchantment on the dead bandits sword. Mark wanted to see how feasible the blade would be to use without swinging it at something experimentally and harming himself. He turned the blade over carefully in his hands trying to figure out if there was anything unique about it that may lead him to know it's abilities. His set aglow with the light mystical sign of his detect magic spell.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Checking out the blade</div><div class="spoiler_body">Appraise=23<br/>Craft Blacksmithing=19<br/>Spellcraft=29<br/>Knowledge Arcana=17<br/><br/>At 2013-09-16 08:19:23, Mark Macy (uid: 18870) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 23 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=50214)<br/>At 2013-09-16 08:17:26, Mark Macy (uid: 18870) rolls: 1d20a11 Result: 19 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=50213)<br/>At 2013-09-16 08:10:51, Mark Macy (uid: 18870) rolls: 1d20a13 Result: 29 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=50210)<br/>At 2013-09-16 08:13:01, Mark Macy (uid: 18870) rolls: 1d20a13 Result: 17 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=50211)<br/></div></div><br/>As the pit comes into view Mark strapped the bastard sword to his back snugly, and set his attention to the dangers ahead. As the group rode forward the Magus pulled his scimitar, only an inch or so out of it's sheath in order to test it's pull. Satisfied, he snapped the blade back into the sheath, producing a small clinking sound. Mark rode toward the edge of the pit, looking down into the pit and feeling that the slaughter here must have required a good few enemies. This pit and the last village they'd seen wove together a rather disturbing tapesstry, or an interesting one depending on how you looked at it.<br/><br/>Elise's monologue brought his curiousity to rouse, though he had been aware of her demonic lineage, the idea of dark power in her blood made him smile. He kept his mouth shut however, her misfortune didn't sound like a very light admission in this situation. Then again, Tha'ael sounded more depressed about her sexual dissatisfaction then any of the carnage beneath her feet. Mark shrugged and guided his horse around the pit and ran a finger along the hilt of his blade.<br/><br/>"Well Tha'ael, there are plenty of able bodied men available. If you have anything worthwhile to offer you might get someone to scratch that itch for you," Mark called to her in jest, before he started laughing at his own joke.