Une première mission serait un bon test de ses propres prouesses dans ces terres. Mable sourit en regardant au niveau trois missions excitées. Il serait étonnant de réclamer ces récompenses. Mable a aussi accepté qu'elle ait besoin de beaucoup plus de pratique. Une table à proximité avait une odeur merveilleuse alors prendre l'affiche de l'agriculture qu'elle a pris son siège. Mable a glissé les œufs frais sur son assiette en soupirant. Il y avait peu de choses plus agréables puis regarder le joug pop sur un nouveau. Mable agité doucement au forgeron. Mable attachée sur ses gants en cuir après un délicieux petit déjeuner s'étirant. En cas d'ennuis sur la route, Mable a attaché ses armes. La guilde était un feu d'activité, mais Mable évitait ses guildmates qui se pressaient d'être la première là-bas et de retour.
Mable a marché la ferme à proximité alors qu'elle passait sous de grands pommiers sa main en a pris quelques-uns pour son déjeuner. Ce serait un travail difficile mais facile Francis étant toujours un client facile. Mable est allé à la ferme avec quelques cochons qui se pressaient d'enquêter sur elle. Mable est allée directement au travail pour laisser Francis dormir alors qu'elle commençait à arracher des vignes.
Name: Mable of Orstwych
Appearance: A young woman with cold blue eyes and red hair. A worn reinforced leather armor wrapped around her.
Age: 22
Height: 5'8
Build: Muscled but plump
Weapon of choice: A longsword and shield with two throwing knives.
Amount of Yule currently in possession: 2205 Yule
Current items in possession: A weeks rations, Reinforced leather armor, An iron shield, two iron daggers, and a iron long sword.
Basic Skills: Basic Tracking, mild resistance to cold temperatures, and basic equipment repairs
Personality: Mable is brave but also aggressive almost to a fault. She will rarely refuse a challenge but values a fair fight. Mable is smart, but impatient refusing to plan more then her next four moves when considering an attack. IT should be said however that her main trait is fearsome loyalty to those she calls her friends willing to ride into any danger to protect them.
Occupation before joining the guild: Wandering mercenary
Basic origin story: Mable was a simple woman at first. She lived in her camp with her husband. Mable often would hunt clubbing enemies to death with her wood club and shield. Mable had been married at fifteen to her beloved and they spent four happy years together. The forth year however while Mable was hunting her mate went to the council. He made claims that she was barren so they granted him a second wife. In a month the new wife was great with child. Mable was repaid for her years of affection by betrayal.
In her rage Mable beat her husband to death before fleeing into the snowy wastes. A long time later when Mable was starving she accepted the offer of a mercenary band. They quickly discovered her ferocity as she beat individuals to death with her club. When it shattered Mable took up the sword. One dark night her allies betrayed her trying to sell her as a slave on the black market. Mable killed her once allies and headed west alone seeking there fabled lands. Upon hearing of the guild decided she'd seek out a family in the guild having heard they were loyal souls.