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At the base of the mountain? Wasn't there a military base in the desert mountains somewhere? Therrin could vaguely rememb3r hearing something about it long ago but never visiting himself. Surely that's not what they could have meant. Of course Therrin didn't know where that was either, so if by...

Therrin took note of Klaire's urgency to keep moving. Was the desert really the only thing working against them? Their motives were still In question, but given the fact they already gave him a large amount of their supply, he'd stop questioning it for the time being. The Brute nodded at Ishaan...

Therrin mulled over the words of the woman offering her name. The giant huffed at the mans words, ignoring his stares as he teturned his attention to the one speaking business. Therrin let out a slight grunt "Need is a strong word, Klaire. But if you don't think you'll need my help as well...

Therrin huffed at her explanation "No one out here is just a traveler. Tell me, what business do you have in Armadilla? Myself, I am looking for someone." Therrin grabbed the flask and looked at it for a moment, putting it above his head and letting most ofnthe water pour onto his mouth with...

Normally, Therrin wouldn't disarm himself so easily, but the situation seemed less and less threatening by the moment. They even offered him water. Though showing eagerness to satisfy his thirst would be a weakness. "Going to take a lot more than water to gain my trust." He paused to look the...

Therrin raised a brow when the female stepped out with a pistol in hand. She'd have to be a pretty good shot to hit anything vital from that range, but Therrin didn't feel the need to risk it. It would be pointless to fight unless he had toom wasting that much energy could see his lack of water...

Therrin could feel his massive feet digging and sinking into the hot sand with each step he took, willing himself to keep going with nothing but the hanging sun for miles. Or so he thought. A shuffle in the distance caught the keen eye of the fir bolg, two smaller figures shuffling behind some...

The sea of sand drew on for days, swooping up and down underneath the blistering sun. Even the thought of water didn't exist for miles to come. It was dry, windy, and almost reflective I'm the way the sun shone off the sand. The original destination was the city of pirates, a much sought after...

The Brute Therrin Gasteel, The Bounty Hunter Name: Therrin Gastesl Age: 47 Race: Fir-bolg Time on the crew: 0 Backstory: The body of a giant Brute, the mind of a tactician. Therrin showed himself useful to the fairies very early on, showing he was more than just a rock pushing dummy as his...