Welcome! You all know the rules, feel free to read but not post unless your names in the title!

im here!! thank you for getting it started!!

Perfect we can go ahead and work on character sheets and pop them on here then!

Name: Sage Acker

Age: 20 years

Appearance: Long black hair that ends at around his waist, normally done in a simple, battle ready style. His eyes are a golden amber color, and his skin is a dark tan (he's from an island down south, so it's naturally a slightly darker shade than the area they're in now). He has some scars on his back from various punishments from his time serving his kingdoms army, as well as a scar on his right cheek from a dagger years ago. He has various tattoos as well, along with plenty of piercings (mainly his ears, but he does have a lip ring in the center of his lower lip as well). His build is slim but athletic, and while he's fairly short (about 5’3”) he can hold his own in a fight. He normally wears a simple tunic with combat styled pants and boots.

Personality: Sage is pretty cautious/untrusting, and outwardly he shows the traits drilled into him by the army - cold, uncaring, and ready to brawl. He doesn't really fight back against his superiors, but the anger and sarcasim are a coping mechanism in tough situations. He's fairly quick to anger, though over the years he's learned to control his temper well and keep a good poker face. He is extremely loyal, so once someone earns his trust, he becomes quite attached.

Anything else before we start? Idc who starts but if we start at your castle/kingdom it may be helpful for me if you start and describe it a bit? If you're coming to the camp I can start though

no i think it is all set and we can start where i head to the camp!

Ok awesome! I work early today so I'll start it in a few hours :)

Sage hadn't planned on getting taken captive. In fact, he hadn't planned on fighting in this battle at all, but his group had been shoved into the left flank in the last second....a last ditch attempt to win the battle. Obviously, they'd lost. And now he was here, tied to a chair. Bound tightly enough to draw blood, and gagged, and absolutely one hundred percent pissed. The men around him all bore signs of his struggle, and one or two hadn't exactly made it back to their feet after he'd landed a blow. The only reason he was still here was because one of them had landed a lucky hit, and now he had a nasty gash along his side, still bleeding rather heavily. His ribs had stopped the blade from going too deep, but he was feeling rather gross by now. The wound wasnt as bad as it could have been though, so he should probably be thankful for that at least.

That same day lorenzo had gone to the camp to check over returning soldies and check out the newly captures..
he entered each tent one by one inspecting each captor like a prized jewel.. picking out certain ones in mind..

lorenzo walked and walked until stopping at sage's tent.. he heard muffled grunts.. tilting his head, curiosity getting the better of his mind..
he opened the tent quickly entering he took in the soldiers beaten form

"looks like someone got you mate" he teased.. his blue eyes raking over the soldiers form "need a medic have you seen one.." he tilted his head observant he was "looks.. like well- its not.. bleeding? or it stopped.. not sure not a medic" he walked closer reaching out as if to touch it before pulling away "now that would hurt if i touched it.."