Since no one seemed to notice him, Alagos calmed down, forcibly relaxing his tensed-up body. He opted to hearing out the conversation between all these adventurer-like people. "Well, if you need a mage, don't look further! Alagos Rochben, travelling MASTER of the arcane here!" he exclaimed...
((Sorry for not posting for so long, I didn't have time for it the past few days.))
Alagos was out cold after he got carried over to a chair. He had been exhaustedly sleeping there for who knows how long, occasionally murmuring strange things probably not heard by anyone. He jerked up from his...
"Hmm. Maybe I should try to not grab whatever's closest when I fall... Dammit, be careful next time!" reminded Alagos himself silently for perhaps the thousandth time or so. He had been running a lot. About ten miles, long after his pursuers decided to give up. This was the usual course for him...
Name: Alagos Rochben
Nickname: The Fleeman
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Half-elf
Height / Weight: 165 cm / 54 kg
Occupation: Traveling Mage/Entertainer
Personality: Alagos is an easily confusable, slightly clumsy, but enthusiastic young man, full of idealistic...