North Sea Dungeon

Loscan listened closely as the grass shifted under the weight of the dwarf's pack, noting the respectful distance between them. He opened his mouth, about to grace him with another response just as short as the ones he'd given before, when the stranger spoke again. And Loscan did what he did best ...

Loscan tilts his head a bit as the dwarf rambles, not blinking as he listens. Looking over him, he noted a few things. This guy was obviously nervous, but he supposed anyone would be if they stumbled across someone they thought was a corpse. He couldn't tell what he had in his bag, but it spoke to ...

Slowly, it all started to drift back to Loscan. The moment his mind was re-engaged by that voice, all the feelings his body muted for the blissful experience of being alone out here came back. He was cold. Bitterly so. Silent at first, he turned his head just enough to regard the man who'd ...

Okay so I think this fits for Loscan because it gives that weird unfocused feeling he has about him where he's like. Hyper aware that he doesn't really belong, but he still wants a connection with others. But he doesn't know how to go about it any other way but leaning right into the belief that ...

It was early enough that the sun hadn't begun peeking over the horizon, but soft pinks and purples began to dye the sky. Somewhere, on the western end of the Island, far from the eventual bustle of the town square and the outer reaches of the port, Loscan lay in the grass. Splayed out on his back ...

"I could say that for the past few weeks in general." Loscan mumbled to himself, a finger to his chin as he peered around. Just another quirk of his body language, shoulders drawn up and back hunched like he was trying to take up the least amount of space as possible. Tythis and Vaako had been ...

A flophouse didn't sound all that bad to Loscan. Spreading out a bedroll on any frame would be good enough for him, but for Tythis? Perhaps it would be better for everyone involved if their Captain just got his way and got slightly better beauty sleep and lodging. He turned his head, idly taking ...

The ride had been long and bothersome to Loscan. Perhaps, in other's eyes, the sea breeze would be refreshing and the gentle rock of the boat soothing, but the salt had done nothing but bite at his sensitive skin and make him feel sick. Not that the other members of his squadron could tell he looked ...

Name: Loscan Rani Race: Elf (frog beastman) Age: 104 Appearance: 152 cm (5’0’’) Loscan takes care to keep his hair, a sickly pale blonde, in a way that shields his face. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with his admittedly haunted looking eyes or ears that he’s trying to hide, it’s just a comfort th ...