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Cole Ward (Outlaw) Cole Ward was accepted into the gang under admittedly strange circumstances. While they were out 'collecting debts' from the sparse homes that made camp around their land, they found some resistance. New tenants it seemed -- a mother father and son. The son was about seven...

Oliver similarly can do little

Oliver had regrettably not been quiet the night prior. He'd filled the air with groans and cries of pain all the way through the dark. By the next morning, Oliver's arm was overcome by a dull burning. It felt as if there was a torch below his arm, searing it up to his elbow. In order to stop...

Oliver nodded in thanks as Keenan helped him up, even if just slightly. Oliver was about to take to the bowl of soup before the soldier decided to take matters into his own hands. Oliver did not take incredibly kindly to being fed. He didn't protest, as a quick scan of the situation left the...

"Gentle enough," Oliver said dryly, his sunken eyes meeting the bowl in front of him. Oliver -- without thinking -- attempted to sit up. His right arm attempted quite admirably to push Oliver up, though his left arm did little more than cause him to wince at the pain of attempting to move it...

Oliver grit his teeth, having regained enough sense to recognize he'd not, in fact, been left for dead. He knew this was going to be less than pleasant -- He'd been treated for things like this in the past. Well, perhaps not quite to this degree, but stitches none the less had come in and out...

Thanks again!

Oliver was keeping a vague grip on reality. His body was signaling him to fade off into sleep, though his mind refused to do so. So there he lay, in a half state of half-consciousness, blood quietly seeping from his arm at a rather alarming rate. He was sweating a great deal -- even for the...

Lone wolf was certainly not Oliver's preferred style of living, but the idea of magic flying every which way -- enough to kill a great deal of people, he surmised -- he couldn't help but be wary. However, magic was not on his mind. Nor was the relic, or his companions, or even the assassin...

As Oliver had continued towards the creature, he had done so without breaking stare from it. Oliver's prowess in battle had always come from his ability to prepare and react, an ability given to him by the focus he incurred in battle. He was anticipating an attack from whatever this... thing...

As the ship fell aground, Oliver was thrown forward and on his face. His vision flashed white, and pain began whistling behind his ears and down his spine. However, he did not scream. The bolt had pushed itself now entirely through his arm. making a rather disgusting squelch and sending...

Oliver wrapped his remaining uninjured arm around the bottom rung of the ladder, pulling himself up before throwing his arm a few rungs higher. He repeated this process to the point where he was able to slide himself up onto the deck; even without use of his other arm. It was rather soon after...

Oliver moved his head from its place against the salt, looking near half-heartedly towards the ship which had so quickly approached them. "Wonderful..." Oliver muttered, to no one in particular. He'd not taken as well as he might have liked to some of his new 'companions'. The lack of...

Oliver was rendered more than a little dazed by his sudden teleportation. By the time he'd found himself able to think with any semblance of clarity, the assassin was almost dead, a rather angry -- and rather frozen -- man was standing over him. a red frost Oliver could only assume to be blood...

Oliver had not gotten far by the time the beast arrived. A bright flash of electric light did little less than blind him for a bit. The man fell from his shoulder, hitting the ground with a 'thud'. "What in the-" Without a moment of delay, Oliver drew his sword. The horse whinnied, taking a...

Oliver was admittedly shocked by Kadri's rather flashy exit. He'd stumbled back at the blast of lightning, though he caught himself rather well, considering the weight of his armor. She had gone in a flash, both in the literal and figurative sense -- proof enough of the relic's legitimacy...

"Well don't we have droves of travelers showing up now!" Oliver turned to Kadri, throwing his palms against the table in front of him. He'd seen out of the corner of his eye another traveler stroll in, though he'd not had the ability to pay it too much mind to it. If these travelers are --...

Oliver had found himself sitting at a table opposite the party of curious adventurers. He set his helmet on the table next to him, removing the piece of paper inside and laying it on the table in front of him. He had shorn up his hair for the occasion, though he let his beard stay the length...

When he'd first read the letter, he'd hardly been able to believe it. Oliver considered himself a learned man, and he most certainly knew how to read, but the talk of magic relics seemed unbelievable at best. And unbelievable as they might have been, Oliver was willing to strike at any chance...