Sable

Thank you thank you Taking: Striker’s Dagger | T1 Perfect Dagger | ID 233892 | DMG 1 | BLD 2 Desc. A simple dagger designed to create large wounds in the target, perfect for someone who prioritizes damage output over other aspects. The Phoenix signet of Sentinel Armaments can be found on the weapon.

"W-Wait what?!" the young man asked as he stood in front of the shopkeep, a handful of mats and col in each hand. "I-Are you sure?" Sable took the armor from Bahr and stared at it for a few seconds before putting it in his inventory. He looked up at the man before him and nodded, "Thank you. I'm make sure to put it to good use." with that he gave his goodbyes and left the shop. Taking a deep breath he stretched a bit before returning to a jog, making sure to retrace his path back to the safer side of the city. ---- Sable picks up:

Hesitant to venture up from the first floor with little to no gear, Sable managed to find the blacksmith that he had heard makes gear for people that were in need. The young player was indeed ready for what was to come. Ready mentally that is, as he still needed a weapon he could count on. Arriving at the open concept smithy the young man inspected the premade wares that lined the racks. Everything looked exquisitely crafted, as if the atmosphere of the floor had been poured into every piece. "Yeah, I think this place will do." he smiled and approached the man as he worked, "I'd like to p

Stepping into the shop Sable felt as though he had entered a completely different floor. The sights and sounds of the outside seemed to melt away and he was filled with a sense of warmth and protection. It had nearly knocked him on his rear. Blinking his eyes a few times to focus the young man stepped further inside to better inspect the gadgets and doodads that were placed along the shelves and displays. "All these things are so well made. I'd expect craftmanship like this in an NPC shop more than one ran by a person." After taking his time to inspect the items one seemed to catch his ey

Realizing too late that he had taken a wrong turn on his morning run, Sable stopped in front of the Crusty Barnacle and raised a brow as he attempted to read the sign. After a fourth attempt he finally stepped up and opened the door to tale a peek inside. The interior was so stark a contrast that it surprised him. His eyes scanned the cases and shelves, soaking in their contents with great interest. Taking a moment to get his bearings the young man approached the front counter, fulling committed to the decision of his order. "Hey, uh, I'd like to get some armor if possible?" ----

Inventory: (3) Starter Healing Potions (Heals 50 HP)

♦ ONLINE "In and out. They won't even know I'm there." NAME Akira Ono AGE 18 GENDER M ORIGIN Japan HEIGHT 170cm WEIGHT 71kg BIRTHDAY 9/22 SABLE Akria was born into a family that was not too poor, but not extremely wealthy either. For the first six years of his life he lived in a small town where his father ran the local family bakery. Tragedy struck when his father passed unexpectedly due to a heart attack, leavin