![[i]A tale told by Gino. It's a tale he refuses to tell but on long roads or by the light of fire and moon. As he says "to tell it at any other time is to do it a disservice".[/i]
"Shall I tell you about the time some bandits left me for dead in the [url=https://www.worldanvil.com/w/mnica-happy4488/a/eastern-desert-article]Eastern Desert[/url]?"
Gino gestured towards the east, beyond plains and mountains.
"Bastards tied me to a pole and left me as bait for [url=https://www.worldanvil.com/w/mnica-happy4488/a/lorianortis-article]Lorianortis[/url]. Yes, they left a [url=https://www.worldanvil.com/w/mnica-happy4488/a/the-fireguard-article]Fireguard[/url] to die by Loris. Maybe they thought it was ironic, fitting, funny. Hah! But old Gino got the last laugh!"
He grinned and swigged from his flask, then grabbed his spear and gave it a twirl.
[b]"[/b]I managed to climb backwards up the pole and over. I used my bindings and the crossbeam of the pole and a dagger to make a spear, and with that alone killed the lorianortis when it arrived. I snuck out, buck naked, tracked the bandits back to their lair and marked the location on my map.
There were too many for me to take on my own, so I waited for one to go on patrol and, when he got off to piss, knocked him out with the spear. I stole his [url=https://www.worldanvil.com/w/mnica-happy4488/a/dlintiarnas-article]dlintiarna[/url] and rode into the mountains.
What? Did I ride home? No. Have you [b]met[/b] me? I went in search of a loris. Searched around for about two days to find the biggest bastard I could. And hoooo did I find her. [b]Beautiful.[/b] Easily 13 meters tall, tappers to stabber. I threw rocks at heer and rode for my life in the night, baiting him for hours, nearly exhausting my poor dlintiarna to death. I finally got the thing close enough to the stronghold the bandits had set up in for it to take more interest in them than me.
I think most of them got away. Which is fine. But nobody stays in that old stronghold anymore, and tales tell of a monstrous mother Loris who has made it her home.[b]"[/b]
Gino sat for a moment of thoughtful silence. "I'll go back for her someday. Put a [b]real[/b] trophy on my wall. Anyway, that's where I got my spear. Thing saved my life a hundred times over out there, so as soon as I got home I had the dagger melted and turned into a head, and had the shaft trimmed and shaped. It's a beauty. They used some real good wood for it and that dagger was somethin' pretty."
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\"Shall I tell you about the time some bandits left me for dead in the [url=https://www.worldanvil.com/w/mnica-happy4488/a/eastern-desert-article]Eastern Desert[/url]?\"
Gino gestured towards the east, beyond plains and mountains.
\"Bastards tied me to a pole and left me as bait for [url=https://www.worldanvil.com/w/mnica-happy4488/a/lorianortis-article]Lorianortis[/url]. Yes, they left a [url=https://www.worldanvil.com/w/mnica-happy4488/a/the-fireguard-article]Fireguard[/url] to die by Loris. Maybe they thought it was ironic, fitting, funny. Hah! But old Gino got the last laugh!\"
He grinned and swigged from his flask, then grabbed his spear and gave it a twirl.
[b]\"[/b]I managed to climb backwards up the pole and over. I used my bindings and the crossbeam of the pole and a dagger to make a spear, and with that alone killed the lorianortis when it arrived. I snuck out, buck naked, tracked the bandits back to their lair and marked the location on my map.
There were too many for me to take on my own, so I waited for one to go on patrol and, when he got off to piss, knocked him out with the spear. I stole his [url=https://www.worldanvil.com/w/mnica-happy4488/a/dlintiarnas-article]dlintiarna[/url] and rode into the mountains.
What? Did I ride home? No. Have you [b]met[/b] me? I went in search of a loris. Searched around for about two days to find the biggest bastard I could. And hoooo did I find her. [b]Beautiful.[/b] Easily 13 meters tall, tappers to stabber. I threw rocks at heer and rode for my life in the night, baiting him for hours, nearly exhausting my poor dlintiarna to death. I finally got the thing close enough to the stronghold the bandits had set up in for it to take more interest in them than me.
I think most of them got away. Which is fine. But nobody stays in that old stronghold anymore, and tales tell of a monstrous mother Loris who has made it her home.[b]\"[/b]
Gino sat for a moment of thoughtful silence. \"I'll go back for her someday. Put a [b]real[/b] trophy on my wall. Anyway, that's where I got my spear. Thing saved my life a hundred times over out there, so as soon as I got home I had the dagger melted and turned into a head, and had the shaft trimmed and shaped. It's a beauty. They used some real good wood for it and that dagger was somethin' pretty.\"
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The Bandits Of Fargon I
Written at the dawn of the 15th day of the 9th month, 250
Allow me to catch you up on my journey, reader.
On this most beautiful day, the 15th of the 9th month, I am setting off with a Morknar and a Human to the town of Fargon. It's a mining village in the Sun Mountains, and a band of raiders came through, scared everyone, broke the mining gear... and so on. I didn't entirely pay attention—the Morknar did, and they don't forget anything.
Fedaggio Glen Fiagris, speaking on behalf of Gati Glen Vertos (the Vertos are a noble family, for those keeping track) informed us that they need us to go to Fargon, oversee the unblocking of the mines, fix the equipment, and recon the position of the raiders... maybe knock some heads if needed.
Payment: We get to keep the dlintiarnas we've been given for the job, we get paid, and there's eyes on us in case we do a particularly good job.
Longshort—I get to be a hero.
Oh and the human and morknar as well, I suppose.
Gino's Journal Ordered oldest to newest
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The Bandits of Fargon II
05 Dec 2019 05:13:25
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The Bandits Of Fargon I
15th day of the 9th month, 250
05 Dec 2019 05:13:25
250 9 14
15th day of the 9th month, 250
The major events and journals in Gino's history, from the beginning to today.
The Bandits of Fargon II
We have arrived in Fargon. Something is not right. But I'm getting ahead of myself. First a bit of catchup. We gained one and we lost one. The birdie, Kisha, had to depart on important affairs but we have gained another géroun, Henriq. He was...
05:13 pm - 05.12.2019The bandits are getting more bold. Fargon, nobody was hurt.[br]Dielta, someone was injured.[br]Gortis may be next, and this time someone will die, I am sure of it. Let's make sure it's one of theirs.
11:55 pm - 28.08.2019The Bandits Of Fargon I
Allow me to catch you up on my journey, reader. On this most beautiful day, the 15th of the 9th month, I am setting off with a Morknar and a Human to the town of Fargon. It's a mining village in the Sun Mountains, and a band of raiders came through, sc...
07:11 am - 20.07.2019On the road to Fargon!
Today we set out with the seabreeze to our backs and the world ahead of us. We're off, to Fargon, to rattle some bandits and be heroes! I'm getting a dlintiarna out of it, and quite likely a nice chunk of pay.
06:48 am - 20.07.2019[i]A tale told by Gino. It's a tale he refuses to tell but on long roads or by the light of fire and moon. As he says "to tell it at any other time is to do it a disservice".[/i] "Shall I tell you about the time some bandits left me for dead in the [url=https://www.worldanvil.com/w/mnica-happy4488/a/eastern-desert-article]Eastern Desert[/url]?" Gino gestured towards the east, beyond plains and mountains. "Bastards tied me to a pole and left me as bait for [url=https://www.worldanvil.com/w/mnica-happy4488/a/lorianortis-article]Lorianortis[/url]. Yes, they left a [url=https://www.worldanvil.com/w/mnica-happy4488/a/the-fireguard-article]Fireguard[/url] to die by Loris. Maybe they thought it was ironic, fitting, funny. Hah! But old Gino got the last laugh!" He grinned and swigged from his flask, then grabbed his spear and gave it a twirl. [b]"[/b]I managed to climb backwards up the pole and over. I used my bindings and the crossbeam of the pole and a dagger to make a spear, and with that alone killed the lorianortis when it arrived. I snuck out, buck naked, tracked the bandits back to their lair and marked the location on my map. There were too many for me to take on my own, so I waited for one to go on patrol and, when he got off to piss, knocked him out with the spear. I stole his [url=https://www.worldanvil.com/w/mnica-happy4488/a/dlintiarnas-article]dlintiarna[/url] and rode into the mountains. What? Did I ride home? No. Have you [b]met[/b] me? I went in search of a loris. Searched around for about two days to find the biggest bastard I could. And hoooo did I find her. [b]Beautiful.[/b] Easily 13 meters tall, tappers to stabber. I threw rocks at heer and rode for my life in the night, baiting him for hours, nearly exhausting my poor dlintiarna to death. I finally got the thing close enough to the stronghold the bandits had set up in for it to take more interest in them than me. I think most of them got away. Which is fine. But nobody stays in that old stronghold anymore, and tales tell of a monstrous mother Loris who has made it her home.[b]"[/b] Gino sat for a moment of thoughtful silence. "I'll go back for her someday. Put a [b]real[/b] trophy on my wall. Anyway, that's where I got my spear. Thing saved my life a hundred times over out there, so as soon as I got home I had the dagger melted and turned into a head, and had the shaft trimmed and shaped. It's a beauty. They used some real good wood for it and that dagger was somethin' pretty." [hr] [small][center]([url=https://www.deviantart.com/hieronymus7z/art/Mad-Looter-Red-Sands-806362594]Mad Looter: Red Sands[/url] by [url=https://www.deviantart.com/hieronymus7z]Hieronymus7Z[/url])[/center][/small]
06:28 am - 20.07.2019Oooh Forgon has [url=https://www.worldanvil.com/w/mnica-happy4488/a/the-tiaplos-article]Tiaplos[/url]. I'm going to make a new jacket. Even more reason to be excited to go.
09:32 pm - 17.07.2019Sien-Grissos
Furless outsiders. [i]Furless. Outsiders.[/i] The distinction is important. You can live in Ménicéa and call it your home. I'm not enthused by those who do, but I understand that our proud nation needs growth. Fresh ideas and hands are needed to ...
07:34 pm - 17.07.2019Hmmm, Fargon has had some bandit problems. It's been a hot minute since I really got to stretch and put some ruffians in their place. How exciting.
10:01 pm - 10.07.2019I have been working at my cousin's shop in Irisport for months now. I expected that I would've found something a little more interesting to do, but I've been doing nothing but stacking and moving boxes. I am sick of it. The last time I had excitement was when I slapped a thief for stealing. My cousin said I overreacted. I'm starting to miss the desert. At this rate I'm going to sign up with a caravan guard.
06:31 pm - 20.06.2019The list of amazing people following the adventures of Gino.
yeslittlehummingbird-deleted
Anna Elizabeth Boyett
Exalted Councilor of the Inner Sanctum
WantedHero
Jaime Buckley
Sage
Happy4488
Matthieu A.
Sage
DeadAussieGamer
Michael Kesavan
Forgemaster
Dimitris
Dimitris Havlidis
Almighty Deity
Barron
Barron
Sage
XanthussMarduk
Xanthuss
Social
Birthplace
Irisport
Current Residence
Irisport
Family Ties
The Antaries family is prevalent within Irisport and has its hands in many kinds of simple businesses. They aren't grand and wealthy, but they're known as a competent and capable bloodline.
Social Aptitude
Playful, if course. He holds many opinions and can shift between playful and angry at the seeming drop of a hat. His ruggedness is more wily than charming. Some might say that when he lived in the desert he got a bit of the wild in him.
Speech
Sometimes switches to 3rd person speech for comedic effect.