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Chorro leaps nimbly atop the nearby boulder, whistling softly for Snow. The shifter calmly nocks an arrow, waiting for a target.

Move: P16. Minor: Call Snow O16. Minor: Ready Bow.

Rev, are we at the lowest or highest of the two elevations, currently?

Still need init from Gilliam, Old Chorro and Lam.

Danger Sense lets me pick the 37. 1d20+19=33, 1d20+19=37

Chorro peers over his shoulder in response to the painter's remark, nodding slightly.

Sitting easily on his old mare, he places a calming hand on the strawberry roan's shoulder. "Shhhh, little sister. Chorro says no harm shall come to you."

How far is it from here to the keep, O Undying One?

All ready!

Insight: 1d20+22=29

Chorro stands, stretches his rangy limbs as if to relieve the aches of long travel and walks past Esmerelda to the hearth, there crouching down to scratch behind Snow's ears. His movements are languid, free of cares. His eyes are neither.

Undying One:

"The spirits tell Chorro that his pack needs watching over, so he and Snow will again do so."

The shifter swivels his head to where the aforementioned spirit rests, by the hearth, head on massive paws. "Snow tells Chorro he will do his best to keep you safe."

Chorro nods to himself, satisfied that things are as they should be, and drinks his mug of beer in one long pull.

In addition to being a good scout, Chorro can do some ranged damage, and (hopefully) manage to not be useless in melee. Staying within two squares of Snow can net you Temp HP, minor Heals or Defensive bonuses fairly often. His main purpose, however, is to keep y'all alive to kill things.

"The spirits tell Chorro that his pack needs watching over, so he and Snow will again do so."

The shifter swivels his head to where the aforementioned spirit rests, by the hearth, head on massive paws. "Snow tells Chorro he will do his best to keep you safe."

Chorro nods to himself, satisfied that things are as they should be, and drinks his mug of beer in one long pull.

In addition to being a good scout, Chorro can do some ranged damage, and (hopefully) manage to not be useless in melee. Staying within two squares of Snow can net you Temp HP, minor Heals or Defensive bonuses fairly often. His main purpose, however, is to keep y'all alive to kill things.

Chorro's amber eyes track the barkeep, as he awaits the answer to Lavendar's question, suddenly deciding to burden poor Amos with another.

"Chorro wonders who brought this letter that was not written by Keegan..."

The soft rasp of his voice can barely be heard above the crackling fire and the howl of the unseasonable wind.

Undying One:

Chorro watches as the others read the letter, intently studying faces once familiar.

Chorro takes the letter from Lam, briefly bringing the parchment to his flaring nostrils before quickly unfolding it and reading the scrawl within.

Raising a tufted eyebrow at the contents, he neatly folds the letter back into the envelope before passing it without further comment to Genryu.

Perception check: 1d20+30=45, 1d20+30=49. Preternatural Senses lets me choose which result to use, so I'll take the 49!

Latching the door securely behind him, Chorro takes in the familiar scenery of the Whispering Willows. Seeing the stout form of Lam here ahead of him already conversing with Amos, the shifter stalks to the hearth, Snow padding on massive paws behind him, ephemeral and silent as always.

While the frost tiger appears to be the bloom of well-fed health, Chorro is wiry, all sinews, long muscle and a furious tangle of beaded, braided mane that reaches below his waist. Amber eyes spread wide over a broad, flat nose seem to see everything.

Setting his well-used weapons - a primitive but efficient looking shortbow and a long, sturdy boar spear - to leaning against the chimney, he nods at old Amos, then again with a smile in his eyes at his old friend Lam Thovir, before settling to his haunches next to the already dozing Snow.

"Alasandro Perchick."

Chorro's plain, weatherworn face is stern, heavy eyebrows drawn together, forehead furrowed in concern as he takes a few swift strides towards the genteel human.

"Chorro has said to you before that these paintings" - he nods brusquely at the watercolor the man holds - "are but vessels for the stealing of souls."

The shifter is frowning now, though his eyes reflect the merriment of a punchline soon coming, and whose arrival is announced with another quirk of the lips that serves Chorro as a smile.

"But you are of Chorro's pack, all of you" - his amber gaze encompasses the companions assembled - "and so his soul is already yours."

This, to most recollections, is the longest speech Chorro has made since he babbled through a three-night bout of swampchills fever some sixteen years past. It seems he realizes this as well, as his mouth abruptly snaps shut and his eyes narrow, as if he suspects he has been coerced.

From his place by the hearth the vast frost tiger Snow, Chorro's lifelong companion, purrs languidly and loudly, displaying his own evident amusement.

New build in place - sent to Radavel via email, but not yet reflected in my profile.

From the posts, I gather than the venerable great ones are anxious to start. IC thread will be up in the next 48 hours. Something to do before watching the Pacquiao-Hatton Fight.

Just enjoying the company of old friends long missed!

"Chorro has politely offered to let Genryu Yaegar fill our bellies this night, for he was first here." His broad nose wrinkling as his growing smile tugs at it, Chorro nods to where the Goliath sits.

Chorro rests on his haunches by the fire, his gnarled fingers absently stroking Snow's muzzle. His tangled mane of hair, twined with fetish braids and spirit-locks is still dark, and falls below his waist as he stands to greet his old friend Lam.

"Chorro is pleased to see you, Lam Thovir," he rasps, "though he has heard you coming for three leagues now." The old shifter's face, never generous with expressions, seems to merely hint at the smile dancing in the amber eyes.

Very slightly modified version of Chorro will be incoming as well.

Just checking in the avatar!