Orino

CHARACTER NAME: Markward Orino IGN: OrinosEye AGE: ~32 WHERE ARE YOU FROM?: Minitz DISCORD: Orion'sEye#8358

Markward Orino acknowledges the drawing of the dragon, nodding to his thoughts before mumbling out loud: "What nice work, wish I would be as skilled to draw like this" he then hummed "Maybe I should show someone else who , might like it!" and so he went on about his day like there was no danger at all.

Markward Orino picks up a letter and stuffs it into his pockets, not giving it a read of the lack of such skill, although he finds pleasure in gently tickling the feathers of a crow creature, and lightly stroking its beak with a smile. [OOC] Very nice seeing Pavia getting a real introduction to the masses! Best wishes to the team behind the city, you make spectacular things.

[!] A small notice is hung for all to see, with unrecognizable symbols framing the parchment Call for the Wolfhunt An announcement by the renowned Master of the Hunt, Markward Orino: “After scouting the lands around walls of Minitz I’ve discovered a worrying amount of tracks of amaroq lurking around, that mayhaps appeared from the settling frost. I also suspect that non-appropriately buried bodies of previously fought Glebites and their vengeful spirits could’ve intended to now bring harm to the living… ” “At first this event was meant to be a fun activity and my honest intent is to keep it that way, although I encourage you to approach this hunt wisely and help to make Minitz a safer place for all.” “To step aside from the serious part, I would like to add, that I’ll be happily teaching the curious the art behind making nets and setting traps, hopefully aiding the participants on the path of becoming a Great Hunter.” “Thus, I summon the brave and lively to a test of strength and toughness, please come armed and prepared so the teeth and claw of the vicious beasts won’t poison your skin and blood. Smile, lads and lass, 'cause soonly your troubles will be dealt with and your lives secured!” *The document then goes on to list the essentials for the hunt, mentioning bringing at least hardened leather armor, ropes, and “long stabby sticks”. ((Event 6 PM EST, on Saturday the 18th of February, 2023.))

"Rock and Stone, to the Bone!"

didn't know one could post smth like this... welp, good luck, my friend! Wish y'all the respectful maidens and maid-lads!

Orino couldn't tell apart any word of the invitation he received but was already happily working on a wedding gift for two of his beloved friends.

Markward Orino couldn't help but get emotional after the moot, so much so he'd decided to shine brighter than ever before, smiling at every single person he meets on the street, repaying at least a crump of what Minitz had given to him. “Long live Herzog Brandt!”

Markward Orino is lucky enough to find someone submitting their vote at the same time, so he leans over their shoulder and copies their form, obviously not being able to write on his own.

with great effort began scribbling on a piece of paper Full Name: Markward Orino Rank of Prestige: Tribesman Position: Mayor [Username: OrinosEye]

Name: Markward Orino Age (must be older than 15 years): 27 Race: Human (Farfolk) Allegiance: Minitz (Haense) Why do you wish to attend The Citadel? I always find myself in dangerous situations but, as a nomad at heart, I strive to enroll in all sorts of activities but don't want to make others concerned about my health and be able to help those in need on my adventures. Which classes do you wish to enroll in? SURVIVALIST studies

*The realization that kids write letters better than one speaks in tongue*

It's interesting. I love that it has different spheres where it can be used rather than just in combat, really appreciate it.

Orino copies the symbols from someone else's form, recognizing contestants' names along the way, then put a star scribble instead of his name. He stands for a close minute to observe his first-ever document as a work of art, then proceeds to submit it.

As soon as Orino finds himself on the path in front of the stable, he notices a note sticked to the wall, struggling to read, barely understanding words he still manages to get the main idea - his friend, one who bears the name of God the nomad worships dearly, is now in trouble. Pierced by this thought he'll now be in search of answer and, maybe, justice to his pal. “May the stars keep you safe and guide you to a brighter future” he whispers and slowly turns around to his home.