<div class="floatleft">(http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc112/Changecloak/warrior-male-occ-368.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">(Insert Character Name Here)</span></strong></span><br/>http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=948727 (http://Character Sheet Here)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Role:Reluctant Tracker</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Location:</strong> Exiting the Ship</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Tagging:Ramza, Ngidi, Kivana</strong> </span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Content:</strong> (A general idea of what can be found in your post)</span><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/>Roderick grimly listened to the report the acting captain made, and asked himself why he was volunteering for this again. Almost immediately he remembered and answered himself:<em> Because there's a massive whole ripped in the wall of my cabin, because I'm sick of the crew staring at me like my parents did, and because I can't wait to get off this fucking ship even if it's just a supply run.</em>His mouth set in a neutral line, he tuned back into the briefing. So it seems that he would be tracking down some elementals to help get this flying death trap back in the air, where it would be able to do the maximum amount of damage. Boy oh boy.<br/><br/>He followed the others down the exit ramp fully equipped with whatever things he had that weren't sucked out of the breach. Thankfully, his weapons and armour were in his, well sea chest wasn't the proper term but Woodhaus had taught him to nail down his chest aboard a ship before he left, so it wouldn't slide around. Air-chest maybe? In any case, he still had his fighting gear. The mithril shirt still fit perfectly, and a quick touch reminded him that his amulet rested comfortably against his chest. Both bow and greatsword were across his back, while the quiver was at his waist. Roderick supposed he was ready for whatever lay ahead.<br/><br/>"Hmm?" He said, suddenly forced to pay attention when Kivana spoke to him. "Oh, no never been in a jungle, and I've never had to deal with any elementals personally." He replied, suddenly very aware that she was smiling. His teeth clenched, believing he had been made fun of. With an effort he relaxed his jaw.<br/><br/>"Hopefully we'll be able to find them both quickly, I don't think they'd be very happy if I tried to light a fire for my tea." That's right. He told himself. Just joke around a bit, don't act like you do when we go slumming or partying. These people actually matter for more than sex, drugs or booze, without them you'll probably die far sooner than planned.