(Joint post with Wixard)
Bartholomew couldn't manage his discomfort much longer. He stood and
decided to explore the cafeteria. When he entered the car everyone inevitably glanced up at him. "Good evening." He nodded to everyone and continued his path toward the food vendor. "Good day...
(Joint post with Wixard and Taggerung)
Bartholomew gazed listlessly out the train window. The repetitious landscape had begun to tire him. However the bottled sense of enthusiasm which stemmed from the thought of exploring Crowspit was enough to maintain a wakeful level of consciousness...
Bartholomew shook his head abruptly in response to the realization that he had began to nod off. He rubbed his eyes and looked around the room. His old face remained emotionless, but his eyes gleamed with curiosity. He sighed deeply and began to stand to his feet. His crystal joints made audible...
Name: Bartholomew
Race: Deep Wanderer
Apparent Age: late 60’s
Actual Age: 230
Tier: 3
School: Wizardry Secondary: Combat
Preferred Weapons: Large kite shield and Large staff
Preferred Magics: geomacy
Appearance: A large crystallized bulk which is barely distinguishable...