Publius

Levi was preferential to reindeer games, but he participated in these all the same.

Levi sat upon some critical information from the Merchant Lord. Information which he chose to hide. He would advise the folks around him based on what had been revealed to the public, even his Commander-in-Chief. A network sprung out of the Saloon, one of many grinning people who nodded and listened. The maimed man would be wringing his hands if he could - sadly, his arm had been severed in an attack by Darkspawn. He would satisfy himself by using his one hand to spin around his whiskey glass, peering from it out a window, watching the situation develop.

Dibbsing, hoping to do a bulk commish if you wanna discuss details on disc, olde_publius

Levi could not help but scowl at the mention of the Frost Witch Uprising of ‘96, otherwise known as ‘the Freezening’. ”God, bless us with someone as fleety on the horse as they’d be heavy with their hands!”

Levi looked to his comrades in Salvo, confused. "What is to be done?" After a few moments, he would fold the missive. He and the gang sat around a round table, and around that table a bunch of shots were poured. They drank the night away!

Levi rode through town, bag jostling with wares and alchemical ingredients. They’d come a long way from the days they slept on cots in a decrepit tower… Yet those days were not long ago. Passing the Saloon, he would dip his hat to the Morgan brothers. Over Yonder by the Chapel, he hailed Lughais, Randir and Bulwark as they discussed matters of the Church and defence. By the Keep, he saluted Cedrick and Tristan, surrounded by the latter’s children, as they chatted. Though he had to make it back out to the swamps to forage for Aqua Nymph and the like, he was happy to see his partner in alchemical affairs, Marrin, skip over the bridge. The Sun shone on Salvo, and it was a good day to be a cowpoke in this crook of the river.

Levi was plenty happy after having the bull read to him, his pride for his home tickled by the warmth shown by the Bishop. He sent to the Bishop something like, 7-8 pounds of beef jerky, it was kind of excessive, but it did come with a thank you note requesting to go drinking with him.

Levi rode into a commotion at camp, having spent the day foraging for alchemical ingredients. When he got word of what happened in his absence, he made a note to be armed even when picking flowers…

Hey everybody, I have been running around speaking with leaders of various communities about the possibility of doing lots of rootin' tootin' cowboy boogeying across various nations to do events! If this sort of thing interests you, feel free to reach out - I am able to provide skins, but would prefer to do so for those seeking new main characters. If you have a pre-existing character you'd like to go country with, feel free to reach out as well! My discord is olde_publius, feel free to reach out on there or on the forums for more details. Cheers!

Fired a message your way! We can talk details there if you're interested.

Out in Portoregne, Abraham's old pal Levi worked the counters at the tavern. It wouldn't be long until they saw one another again...

"I shall make the pilgrimage back to Lemon Hill." Said Matsuda Sakuraba, signing the Lorraine. "GOD is GOOD!"