Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24438639-20140204025122/@comment-11457306-20140207021110

Name:  Anwen

Race: Nord

Gender:  Female

Eye Color:  Blue

Hair Color:  Blonde

Height:  5:9

Weight: 140

Weapons:  Twin Ebony Axes-Enchanted with Fire & Shock, Daggers-various, tucked about her person, some enchanted, some not, Ancient Nord Bow enchanted with Soul Trap and Fire

Armor:  Mithril Silver

Faction (optional):  Will join with Olaf

Bio: Olaf knows her, raised by bandits, betrayed by husband, lost a child

Anwen yawned as she slid from the cart, stretching. She walked on stiff legs, working out the kinks in her muscles. Really she should have ridden her own horse but she wasn't sure what would happen with Olaf and she wanted to be free to take any form of transportation and not have to worry about sending the beast back to the Rift. She looked up at the ancient walls of the City of the Kings and pulled her bear cloak more closely around her as she stepped up on to the bridge. The winds were viciously cold here. Her blood was thin from living in the warmer south.

"Well, Olaf," she remarked to herself. "We'll see what you have for me." She started across the bridge toward the city.