I reckon unchained rogue is a good move. Maybe a switch hitter. I don't think we have a scout, and they're always useful. Rogue used to be a terrible choice, but Unchained Rogue now gets the skill unlocks when you hit level 5.
If you want to play bard, that's cool. Cunning Caster is pretty much a requirement for most bards. That pretty much means face, though. Just tell me if you want it.
I reckon unchained rogue is a good move. Maybe a switch hitter. I don't think we have a scout, and they're always useful. Rogue used to be a terrible choice, but Unchained Rogue now gets the skill unlocks when you hit level 5.
If you want to play bard, that's cool. Cunning Caster is pretty much a requirement for most bards. That pretty much means face, though. Just tell me if you want it.
How would you tie in the archaeologist to this campaign's theme?
What's your motivation for doing what you do (help out in killing demons)?
Are you going to be a demon exterminator or will you just get 'summoned' because of your general expertise?
Think fluff (role, personality, what you're good at) and then we'll find a class that fits.
I've really been wanting to try the unchained rogue, so no time like the present.
I'll be presenting my character as a Riftwarden Orphan. Raised in an orphanage in Kenabres after my parents died. A bit of a scoundrel, but devoted to fighting the demons, like my parents before me.
Ok, good. The fluff behind the Riftwarden Orphan is fine but the mechanics won't help you unless you plan to multiclass into a spell caster. If not, then go ahead and use the fluff but take another trait for 'mechanics'.
Harakani: how are you coming with your minor rebuild (equipment list)?
Thoughts?
Game on!
Ok, ok, I'll take the face job.
I'll look at an alternate trait for mechanics, but keep the Riftwarden Orphan story.
Harakani: you don't have to 'give up the face job'. I'm perfectly Ok with two 'charismatic' characters.
Up to you guys?
Two people that are people friendly may be necessary to balance Hedda's people skills :)
The good ladies of the Iomedaen Order at Kenabres told me that there might be a need for someone with my talents in the area of Nerosyan, and so I have come to check that out.
How may this humble servant's meager skills be properly utilized for Her greater glory, and for the betterment of the fight against the scum of the Worldwound?
I keep trying to think of something clever, but not too broken.
I'm planning to switch the rod and the cords for a headband of something. Not sure if Charisma pushes too hard, so maybe wisdom.
I'll switch the three icons for a Consecrated Weapon upgrade on the longsword.
I'll grab a lance and lose the longspear.
The good ladies of the Iomedaen Order at Kenabres told me that there might be a need for someone with my talents in the area of Nerosyan, and so I have come to check that out.
How may this humble servant's meager skills be properly utilized for Her greater glory, and for the betterment of the fight against the scum of the Worldwound?
Hey, good deal. I like him!
I also perused his stats and didn't find any red flags, but I'll take a closer look once I transfer his stats to 'my character sheet'.
I think you are ready to go! :)
I keep trying to think of something clever, but not too broken.
I'm planning to switch the rod and the cords for a headband of something. Not sure if Charisma pushes too hard, so maybe wisdom.
I'll switch the three icons for a Consecrated Weapon upgrade on the longsword.
I'll grab a lance and lose the longspear.
Your PC was fine as was done with the exception of the equipment list so don;t wrack your brain too much.
Consecrated weapon may not be that useful... not too many consecrated areas in the Worldwound.
I'm not a big fan of the headbands or belts (reason why I originally wanted to do away with them with the automatic bonus progression), try and find something more 'interesting'. I'm Ok if you design something...
L8r,
Fabian
Can you kick Shaeda out of the game please?
Okay: I've been thinking a lot.
I think the gestalt of high powered channeler and summoner is going to be pretty damn effective.
I'm having trouble finding an interesting magic item.
For whatever reason my initial concept had him as despising the 'noble' cavalry of Mendev.
I got struck with inspiration in the shower. There's a concept I've wanted to play for years (based on the Misenchanted Sword) but could never actually make work properly.
It works for this.
Does mean changing from a Cleric to an Arcanist (Blade Adept).
All written up, everything (except spells) should be in the Alias. Will get spells in ASAP.
I kept the name the same.
Ok, so two last minute entries.
I feel like the movie has started and in comes the director and yanks out Shaeda and Arodric (summoner) and places two new actors. :)
I also like the new Arodric. I'll take a look at his stats closely tonight but didn't see any red flags.
So are we ready?
Is the three part turn too long? I've debated with this myself, but I liked 'part 3' too much.
Let's do this. Reply to the current turn for 'Actions 1 and 2' and I'll repost 'Actions 3' for the next turn.
Alright, I think we are ready to go so let's get this game off the ground!
Start posting IC. Those demons ain't gonna kill themselves.
Game on!
Turn 000
Action 1
As he approached Battle Tower, Sabola reread the note, folded it, and put it into his pocket.
21 Pharast 4713
My child, long have you stayed with us, here at the orphanage. Many times you have held the younger children, as they cried themselves to sleep. As you grew, you took on the responsibilities of a man. No less would have I have expected from a son of your parents. I knew them both well, and it has been my pleasure to raise and foster you here, for you were always more to me than just an orphan like the others. Your service have been appreciated, although not always understood, or likely lawful, but the orphans have been kept fed in no small measure due to your contributions to the coffers and stewpots. However, the day has come for you to go forth into the world and serve on the front lines of the crusades. If not a crusader in actual fact, you will certainly be a crusader in deed. For your gifts do not align themselves with armored horse charges and bloody lines of battle, how well I know that your gifts are different, and yet Iomedae has gifted you with them. Your weapons shall be your brains, your body, and your daggers, not the shining longswords of the knights and paladins.
Just this noon I received a missive from Nerosyan requesting support from Kenabres. The skills requested almost feel like the request was tailored to get you, but as Captain Jaspar has no pre-knowledge of yourself, he could not possibly have known to describe you. Coincidences do not happen on this scale, or of this import. Iomedae is surely calling you to her side, and you can rest assured she knows your talents as well as any. I enclose a small token of Her, a pair of cold iron daggers, wrought of incredible workmanship, and shaped like miniature longswords, Her holy weapon of choice. Wield them against Her foes, and she shall protect you, and should the time come, know that to Her breast you shall return should you fall.
Fare the well my son,
"An Inheritor's Crusader?" He would never have guessed. Sure, she could still wield a sword, even only having one arm. And she never told the story about how she had lost half of her other arm, although the scars just above where elbow should have been sure looked decidedly like teeth marks from some enormous creature that he would rather not imagine. All of that was just over a week ago. Sabola had equipped himself and ridden along with a troop of knights to Nerosyan.
Action 2
With short cropped black hair, a nice cloak, white breeches , and a blue tunic covering his mithral shirt, Sabola felt a bit under-dressed compared to all of the heavily armed warriors in the area. His bandolier of daggers felt puny compared to the massive axes, hammers, and swords wielded by the locals.
He had asked around for Captain Jaspar, but everyone kept putting him off, and telling him the Captain was busy. Even the letter of recommendation he carried from Jeneesia only seemed to barely get him into the mess hall for dinner, along with several other unlikelies.
With a tray of food that smelled wonderful to him, although he heard grumblings from those not raised in an orphanage like himself, Sabola considered the day not to have been a complete loss. staring at those sharing his table Sabola quipped, "any day that includes a solid meal can't be all bad, am I right?"
Does mean changing from a Cleric to an Arcanist (Blade Adept).
All written up, everything (except spells) should be in the Alias. Will get spells in ASAP.I kept the name the same.
I'm sure you thought about this, but how are you planning to overcome the demons DR with your 'black blade'?
Where's Scabbard of Vigor (2/day) & Honing (4600) from?
Glowing with light and power, the Angel Escassius manifested in front of Arodric. Six and a half feet tall, bright burning eyes all the brighter against the jet black skin. Golden plate merged seamlessly with golden wings as it ripped asunder the mortal world and manifested in front of Arodric.
”You again.” moaned Arodric gloomily
”Greetings Arodric! The church has beseeched Iomedae to send thee to Nerosyan! There to join with other great powers to save these lands! Hurry there now, for time is ever short in this war against the blight of Deskari!”
Arodric blinked ”Nerosyan? What? That’s miles away!”
The Angel changed his gaze slightly, as if seeing Arodric for the first time ”Ah. Wielder. You must make haste to Nerosyan. This will be your first mission!”
”You said… wait, you were talking to the sword, weren’t you. Hang on, I thought my first mission was to travel here through monster infested wilderness and get the book.”
”That was not a mission, wielder, that was simply picking up supplies.”
”It bloody felt like a mission. I was bloody attacked by undead! I nearly died!”
The Angel conveyed surprise, disappointment and frustration in one elegantly simple eyebrow raise.
”I was! Two zombies and a Wight! They ate my horse!”
”You may requisition a new horse for your trip, wielder. Make haste!”
Arodric’s last pitiful protest of “I think I’m getting the flu!” went unheard as the angel vanished as majestically as he had arrived, with a sound like a thousand swords being sharpened.
”I am getting the flu.” complained Arodric to his sword ”I’m not going.”
”Dank you.” said Arodric, sitting down at the indicated table in Nerosyan and wiping his nose with a well-used handkerchief. Somehow, despite the mud outside and the grime inside, his clothes were clean, pressed and smelled faintly and pleasantly of lilac.
The man himself was a different story. Six feet tall, wiry, with a five o’clock shadow and a shock of black hair held hostage by a standard issue crusader’s helmet.
”Sorry, I’ve god da flu.” he apologised to the air, then blew his nose noisily.
”I’m JohanOW!” he rolled his eyes, and tried again with a defeated tone ”I’m Arodric. Of the Magic Sword.”
A sheet of vellum stood bordered by black beetles, each the size of a fist and with both a lamprey mouth and spider’s fangs. A two inch long cold-iron nail pinned each to the wall like some twisted entomologist's display cabinet.
Arodric told us to go. Alone she stayed to hold the gap against those that came. We ran - and made it almost to the wardstone when the survivors found us. One charged me, the sword still sticking from it’s pus-dribbling eye. I took it, and swung. We fought free. I gave the church to Arodric’s son, and he stood proud, though his father wept.
Journal of Sebastian d’laJeon, 4600-4628 AR
Does mean changing from a Cleric to an Arcanist (Blade Adept).
All written up, everything (except spells) should be in the Alias. Will get spells in ASAP.I kept the name the same.
I'm sure you thought about this, but how are you planning to overcome the demons DR with your 'black blade'?
Where's Scabbard of Vigor (2/day) & Honing (4600) from?
+3 weapons ignore DR/cold iron.
SourceGiven that there is no way to improve a black blade by spending money, and it won't be +3 for some time, I figure there should be something that goes with it.
That is the scabbard.
I took a standard scabbard of vigor and doubled the cost for 2 uses/day. I then added double the cost of a scabbard of honing to combine the effects.
Not particularly effective, but hey.
The book I'm basing the character (very loosely) on had a similar scabbard.
If you're okay with the sword being cold iron (which makes sense to me) then I'm happy to pay the 'extra' gold to get it enchanted. I'd take the cost out of the scabbard.
Once he levels a bit he'll be able to transmute the sword anyway.
Does mean changing from a Cleric to an Arcanist (Blade Adept).
All written up, everything (except spells) should be in the Alias. Will get spells in ASAP.I kept the name the same.
I'm sure you thought about this, but how are you planning to overcome the demons DR with your 'black blade'?
Where's Scabbard of Vigor (2/day) & Honing (4600) from?
+3 weapons ignore DR/cold iron.
Source
Given that there is no way to improve a black blade by spending money, and it won't be +3 for some time, I figure there should be something that goes with it.
That is the scabbard.
I took a standard scabbard of vigor and doubled the cost for 2 uses/day. I then added double the cost of a scabbard of honing to combine the effects.Not particularly effective, but hey.
The book I'm basing the character (very loosely) on had a similar scabbard.If you're okay with the sword being cold iron (which makes sense to me) then I'm happy to pay the 'extra' gold to get it enchanted. I'd take the cost out of the scabbard.
Once he levels a bit he'll be able to transmute the sword anyway.
Let's just make the blade made out of cold iron.
Get rid of the 'combined uber scabbard' (scabbard of honing only works for non-magical weapons anyway). You may have a regular scabbard of vigor.
Fair?
BTW, what book is your PC out of?
Sounds great!
There's a few books, but my absolute favourite is Lawrence Watt-Evans the Misenchanted Sword.
That book has Valder of the Magic Sword.
Action 1
Hedda returned to her bunk after spending some time hunting in the area surrounding the city. Nerosyan was the first place in Mendev she had come to having traveled from the west and it didn’t take long for her to be welcomed into the fighting fold. They were obvious desperate for fighters because they had barely asked for her name before assigning her to a unit. Most crusaders spent their downtime drinking or gaming in the barracks but Hedda found that hunting relaxed her and there was always need for meat – regardless of what animal it came from. Although if she was honest with herself it was more than relaxing, she enjoyed it and she was good at it. Ever since the ‘change,’ killing had come easily to her and she liked stalking her prey. It kept her senses honed for hunting demons. Their taint ran through her veins and had caused her to do unspeakable things. She would make them pay and hopefully redeem herself in the process.
Hedda’s reverie was interrupted by the sound of quickly approaching footsteps. Grabbing her weapon that was never far from reach, Hedda stood expectantly. Tonmoy gave a squeak as he entered the doorway and saw Hedda with her greataxe in hand. He was one of the younger recruits and was often running about delivering messages. He had an envelope in his hand which he handed over to Hedda. She ignored his trembling hands which caused the paper to shake as she snatched it out of his grasp. Before she could tell him to get out, he had turned on his heels and fled from the room.
Easing herself down onto her cot, she broke the seal on the envelope and read the short message.
You want redemption and now you have your chance.
You have been summoned by Captain Jasper.
Report to Battle Tower for your new orders.
It seemed like someone had been discussing her. She had experienced some bloodrages during her time fighting and it seemed like someone had taken note and passed on the information. As to how they knew of her desire for redemption she had no idea. She had only expressed that sentiment to her uncle and he was miles away. In the end she decided that it didn’t matter why she was summoned or who knew what. All that mattered was that a whole new world had opened up for her which hopefully involved demon hunting.
Action 2:
Hedda had been trying to eat in peace but was soon joined by a few others who were shepherded her way by a few other officers. If she had to guess, they were probably all summoned by Captain Jasper who was now conveniently in a meeting. At first impressions, most would consider Hedda to be quite attractive but the tragic circumstances of her youth and the taint in her blood had caused her to instinctively isolate herself which made her demeanor less than attractive. Her icy blue eyes took in the other three. She openly stared at them in turn not caring if her gaze made them uncomfortable. Hedda’s senses were assaulted by the smell of lilacs coming from the one who first sneezed and then blew his nose before introducing himself as Arodric. She really hoped that he had more to offer than the plague. Where did they find these guys? One wouldn’t last in the wilderness up here with such clean clothes and soapy smells. Admittedly she was a little surprised that they didn’t have more of the usual fighter vibe but she had to concede that she’d been in enough melee to know that there were other ways to fight that didn’t rely on brute strength. As she watched, she played with the bone necklace that she wore.
"any day that includes a solid meal can't be all bad, am I right?"
Hedda gave the half-orc a grim smile and said, ”Remember those words on the day when a demon tries to eat your face. While he’s getting his solid meal I doubt you’ll think it’s alright.”
Tag?
I plan to wrap this up later tonight but leave it open for continued roleplaying among yourselves.
Mardok, anything?
Game on!
Hedda gave the half-orc a grim smile and said, ”Remember those words on the day when a demon tries to eat your face. While he’s getting his solid meal I doubt you’ll think it’s alright.”
Sabola grinned at her response, "you know, it is funny that you say that, I know someone who is quite content despite having been in that very situation."
Whoopsie, I'll get something posted after work.
Sabola grinned at her response, "you know, it is funny that you say that, I know someone who is quite content despite having been in that very situation."
"Is he content because he's dead?" Hedda asked bluntly.
Action 1
Standing outside the tower gates is a mid sized man, he has on a breastplate, a well made sword of cold iron, and a very well crafted longbow of rare darkwood. He wears a pair of quivers and as well as another pair sticking out of his pack. He seems to be holding something in his hand, but in reality nothing is there. Standing with him is a lovely young woman with long blonde wearing the garb of a priestess of Iomedae.
"Alright Mardok, here you are, just go inside to the barracks like they asked you to. You'll be just fine, now go and do us proud show them our clinic is worth the trouble it causes." She had a winning a smile and was fairly attractive. Mardok looked a lot like a sad puppy at being sent inside, but he knew he needed to go, and duty has been the one thing that would get him out of his madness.
"Alright Nurse Betty, I guess I have to, tell the gang I'll be back with ore stories soon enough."
Laughing Betty said, "I'm sure they'll look forward to it." She looked at a nearby spot and kneeled down, reaching out her hand and making a motion like she's stroking a dog's ears, "We'll all miss you and Ranger, you've done a lot of good Mardok, don't forget it." She stands, and with that leaves.
Drawing up his courage, Mardok made his way into the tower barracks, It's been awhile, last I saw this place there were far more people. Looking around Mardok knew that he was one of the shorter people in here, and possibly one of the most dangerous. None of that mattered to him really, Mardok didn't even want to be here, he was told he had little option, he was needed to keep a new group from suffering the fate his had and that was enough to convince him, at least for now. When he went to the mess hall he saw the table of four people and looked down at the floor to his right, "What's that Ranger? You think we should go talk to them? Lead the way boy." The rather odd man walked to the table, seemingly holding onto and invisible leash with an equally invisible dog tugging on it. He reached the group and said, "This seat taken?" Regardless of the answer he has a seat and then reaches down to his side to pet Ranger. "Howdy I'm Mardok and this is Ranger. What's going on around here, I haven't been in touch for years now?"
Sabola grinned at her response, "you know, it is funny that you say that, I know someone who is quite content despite having been in that very situation.""Is he content because he's dead?" Hedda asked bluntly.
"SHE," Sabola emphasized, "is content because all she lost was an arm."
Turn 001 is up.
Read the OOC.
Questions, comments, and/or suggestions?
Game on!
PS: You guys are awesome. I think these PCs are getting their voices even quicker than the other ones. I know this may change/evolve, but I see the reluctant hero Arodric, the crazy one Mardok, the virtuous (?), no-nonsense half-orc rogue, and the ‘no people skills’, blunt barbarian Hedda. This is going to be a good game.
@Arodric, please let me know once you've adjusted the equipment on the PC so I can do a final check.
@everyone else: your PCs have been checked and I have no further comments.
Game on!
Equipment should be fixed. Did spells as well (assumed was for a journey)
Equipment should be fixed. Did spells as well (assumed was for a journey)
Thanks, but the 2000 spent for 'cold iron for above' is excessive. Just pay 100 gp to make the black blade cold iron and spend (or save) the rest.
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Action 1:
When Mardok introduced an invisible dog to the group, Hedda resisted the urge to get up and find somewhere else to sit. She focused intensely on the questionable food swimming in gravy on her plate in order to stay put while the others discussed Mardok’s invisible companion. At least Mardok carried more formidable weapons but his stature and behavior caused her to question his abilities. How were they all going to survive whatever Captain Jasper had in mind if she was their only real fighter?
Action 2:
Hedda glanced up from her plate and a pair of succubi wings on the wall caught her attention. It was then that she noticed there were quite a few other hangings covering the walls. Seeing the variety and sheer numbers of demons encountered by those involved in the crusades both sobered the bloodrager as well as invigorated her. It gave her hope that redemption may be actually possible but it also made her consider briefly what it may cost her in the end. However, self preservation had never really been a consideration for Hedda.
Action 3:
When the next table began spouting words out loud which Hedda had been thinking herself, she couldn’t help but react – even if it was to over-react. Allowing her anger to fuel the monster that lurked within, Hedda entered a bloodrage and began to grow in size. Soon she was towering above all those around her. Unceremoniously dumping Sabola onto the floor, Hedda picked up the bench they had been sitting on and threw it at the next table. Quickly closing the distance between herself and the two men in one step, she pinned the dwarf and the hairy guy under the bench. She reached out with one of her claws and cut the hairy guy’s cheek just deep enough to leave a scar but not gravely wound him. ”What was that?”
Tag
Action 1
"Greetings Mardok, and ummm, Ranger," said Sabola. "It is a pleasure to meet the both of you. A pleasure. I don't suppose any of you know what this is about?"
Action 2
While reading the various notes in the board, Sabola does a double take, and taps the appropriate article while looking at Arodric, "Arodric you say? You've an unlucky name my friend."
Yes, a +1 weapon costs 2,000 gp irregardless of whether it's made from normal material or cold iron. I'm nice that way. :)
@Hedda: let's leave those actions as they stand; I like them. I'll have some more crusaders come in and break things up.
@all: I want to recap but also want to wait for input from Arodric and Martok...
Game on!
@Arodric - yes, my chain shirt is magic, as are my boots.
Action 3
Sabola spoke loudly enough to ensure he was overheard by the blowhards at the next table, "it is a shame that the locals were unable to get things done, such that we were called in as reinforcements. It would be even more of a shame if some of the locals needed to get their asses kicked by those same reinforcements."
As he finished speaking, Sabola stoood and reached into his pockets preparing to pull out his saps. He didn't think killing a couple crusaders was the way to get best situated in town.
[dice=Intimidate]1d20+10
As he finished speaking, Sabola stoood and reached into his pockets preparing to pull out his saps. He didn't think killing a couple crusaders was the way to get best situated in town.
We'll assume that Hedda's actions come right after this...
I'll recap this tomorrow so you all have some more time to post.
Questions?
Game on!
My biggest complaint about Paizo is the stability of their website. It is terrible!
Equipment should be fixed. Did spells as well (assumed was for a journey)Thanks, but the 2000 spent for 'cold iron for above' is excessive. Just pay 100 gp to make the black blade cold iron and spend (or save) the rest.
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Ah! So sorry.
I had a headache last night, I kept making mistakes. I must've had the thread opened from when I deleted my '.' post.I've asked for someone to delete it.
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Great! Thanks!
Look, if I bought a magic sword using normal bond rules, would you be okay if he spent an arcane point and an action to 'switch' to the base value in combat?
A simple Arcane Bonded +1 Bane(Evil Outsider) longsword would cost about 4K, overcome DR, fit the idea and work.
I think the "you can't enchant black blades" was meant to stop people from buying a +2 blade, then getting another +1 for +3.
Mechanically there's no reason Arodric couldn't just carry a 'better' sword as well, but it seems pretty counter to the theme.
If you're okay with that, I'll discard the scabbard entirely.
I'll assume not, for now.
2000gp is (by the book) the additional cost to enchant a cold iron sword. Given you're stretching the rules to let me do it, I'm happy to pay the additional cost.
Though, I mean, if you're sure...
The only other thing...
Look, if I bought a magic sword using normal bond rules, would you be okay if he spent an arcane point and an action to 'switch' to the base value in combat?
A simple Arcane Bonded +1 Bane(Evil Outsider) longsword would cost about 4K, overcome DR, fit the idea and work.
I think the "you can't enchant black blades" was meant to stop people from buying a +2 blade, then getting another +1 for +3.
Mechanically there's no reason Arodric couldn't just carry a 'better' sword as well, but it seems pretty counter to the theme.If you're okay with that, I'll discard the scabbard entirely.
I am not sure what you mean by 'Look, if I bought a magic sword using normal bond rules, would you be okay if he spent an arcane point and an action to 'switch' to the base value in combat?' so please explain.
A +1 bane sword (+2 equivalent) costs 8,000 and not 4,000 gp.
If you want to spend 2,000 to have your black blade (cold iron) be +1 then I'm fine with that.
Am I missing something?
Arodric carefully kept his gaze averted as his dinner companions started fighting. More accurately the pretty Ulfen girl started fighting, apparently over a common soldier's saying.
Maybe I should say... no. Juuuust look at this new guy.
"Heddo Mardok. Dorry, cold." the young man blew his nose again, just as noisily. "Nice to meet you. Is Ranger a dog? " he talks with the desperate resolve of a man whose only other option is dinner conversation with Hedda "I've never seen an invisible dog. I mean - obviously I've never seen an invisible dog..."
He chants two words in some strange language, fiddles with the pommel of his sword and his eyes glow blue for a moment.
"Did I do that wrong? Did my eyes go blue? I should be seeing auras now... Yes, I can see your shirt."
Arodric carefully read the journals, comparing them to notes he'd taken in a book.
"Arodric you say? You've an unlucky name my friend."
"Yes. I liked Johann, too."
He carefully looked something up. "Let's see. That'd be... James. 16 years old, dead in a year." he sighed and shook his head "Eaten. Nasty way to go. Ended that line, too." He shook his head sadly"What was your name, friend?"
Arodric sunk further into his seat as the jeers continued.
Turning to his sword he spoke passionately and quietly - though not so quiet those at his table couldn't hear.
"They're right. Why am I here? This doesn't even make sense! I was a decent Siege Engineer. My crew killed a Babau once! I'm going to make more of a difference there than carrying you into some doomed battle where I just die. How about I just go and give you to that guy, and then he can be the hero?"
Arodric heard a crash, and looked up from his introspection to discover his companions - one grown to monstrous size - were threatening the crusaders.
"What? Wait! What are you doing? You can't attack crusaders just because they're acting like snappy princesses!"
Am I missing something?
Sigh. No, I am. Five tries to get that last post up. You're right.
Mardok: do you think you'll be able to post this afternoon?
Game on!
Action 1
"Well, from my letter they're building a new a-team, they asked me to come and help you new people survive the experience. That and they wanted me out of the temple, they said I'm cured!" He looked down at Ranger and rubbed the "dog's" ears, "But we fooled them didn't we boy, they're the crazy ones." Mardok looked at Arodic and said, "Well of course Ranger's a dog, as for invisible, I don't think he's invisible, I see him just fine, can't you?"
Action 2
Mardok really didn't care about the warnings, he'd seen it all before and was having a better time enjoying his meal. "Mmmm, this is the best food I've had in years, sure beats the food in the hospital." He takes some of the food and holds it down for Ranger then surreptitiously eats it himself.
Action 3
The nuisances that decided to cause problems really would be beneath his notice, but he couldn't resist the chance for some fun at their expense. He turns and stares at the men, "Crazy, I'm not crazy are you crazy?" His eyes take on a look of insanity and bulge slightly as he starts to shake as he stands, "I'm not crazy, you're crazy, it takes a crazy person to know a crazy person..." he gains a confused look, "waitwaitwaitwaitwait, if that's the case then I have to be crazy to know that you're crazy and you're crazy to know I'm crazy so really we're all crazy." He throws his hands up in disgust and says, "Ahhhh shit, sanity was overrated anyway."
He acts as though the dog has gotten up and moved over growling at teh men, making the sound himself then looks worried, 'Wooooh Ranger, down boy, no Ranger, don't...don't, don't pee on that man's leg Ranger, that's not good boy stop it." He starts tugging backwards on nothing and says, "Get back he...crap, too late, he already did it. Sorry bout that, he's normally such a good dog."
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Turn 002 is up.
Read the OOC.
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Action 1
Sabola looked "Sergeant Boyd" up and down, "I stopped understanding when you said 700 hours that's like a couple weeks from now? I could have stayed home and come then. Now, if it's free horses being given out at the stables, I'll take some, sure, but I don't want to have to feed them for a couple weeks until this shindig gets started. Can I just check them in and out when I need them?"
Assuming someone explains what 0700 means...
"Oh, well why didn't you just say that?" Sabola shook his head at the silliness of such a lingo that makes times of day difficult to understand.
After finishing his meal, Sabola went to the stables, anxious to get first choice of the horses. Not very knowledgeable on the subject, he asked the stablehands for a nice nimble one, with maybe a better demeanor than most. What they showed him was a a medium sized brown horse with a curly brown crest of hair. "Oh, this lady will do fine," Sabola stated, "what sorts of things do they eat? Grass obviously, anything specific I should know? Oh, and I'll need saddles, and saddle bags, and lassoes, maybe some extra horse shoes, and everything else to keep her running."
Action 2
Early the next morning, Sabola arose and pulled out his twin longsword shaped daggers, praying to Iomedae for strength to carry out her tasking while doing several flexing and acrobatics exercises along with his devotions.
Action 1:
He stood up and gazed at them again, “And don’t get into trouble. I may not be around next time. Is that understood?”
Hedda’s rage calmed as quickly as it started once she heard the sword banging on shield. She released the bench and shrank back to her normal height, which was still taller than most around her. Crossing her arms somewhat defiantly but recognizing Sergeant Boyd’s authority, she said, ”I wasn’t in trouble and neither were they. If I had wanted a fight, there would have been a lot more blood.”
Sabola looked "Sergeant Boyd" up and down, "I stopped understanding when you said 700 hours that's like a couple weeks from now? I could have stayed home and come then.
Hedda could sense Sergeant Boyd deflate ever so slightly as Sabola questioned him about 0700 hours. However him being a professional soldier and used to inexperienced recruits, he barely let it show while the half-orc was set right. In that moment he had Hedda’s respect and she decided to make more of an effort to be on better behavior.