Abdalrahman looks up at the flying creatures and tries to recall anything he may know about them.
"Those are stirges. They suck the blood of their prey. Like giant mosquitoes. They carry disease, as well. Be careful."
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Abdalrahman moves up behind Gnasher, scimitar still in his hand, as the big gnoll tries to open the door in the far wall.
Abdalrahman follows the others into the cave and looks around, specifically at the plants.
I gained 7hp, +1BAB, +1 to Reflex and Will. Adjusted CMB and CMD accordingly. Skills (10 total: 6 from class, 2 from Int bonus, 1 for being human, one from FCB) - +1 to Stealth, Diplomacy, Kn. Nature, Perception, Perform (Dance). Added new skills: Kn. Arcana, Kn. Religion, Linguistics, Sense Motive, Swim. Added language: Draconic Added Bard abilities: Versatile Performance (Dance), and Well-Versed. Added spells: 0 - Mending, 1 - Silent Image.
So, half +1, +2 = 7hp I will post the rest of my changes tomorrow.
"I don't want to be up here longer than necessary. For now, I think we should regroup and decide how best to act going forward." He turns and makes his way back to the ladder and climbs down.
Abdalrahman steps up to the other pugwampi that didn't run, a wicked smile on his face, scimitar glinting. "და ახლა, დროა ცეკვავენ." He lunges at the creature.
Gnollish: "And now it's time to dance."
Abdalrahman follows Gnasher up, ready to fight the pugwampi.
Abdalrahman draws his scimitar and moves to where Gnasher and Kona are, ready to fight.
Abdalrahman follows Gnasher, ready to call for more light as needed, one hand on the hilt of his scimitar.
"Yes, I can make light as needed." and he holds out his hand, a small glowing orb appearing above it as he murmurs under his breath.
Abdalrahman joins Poresh and Gnasher, and whispers, "WHen you want light, let me know. I would not give away our presence unnecessarily."
"I am a follower of Sarenrae, and while I have no authority to speak for the church, I don't see them having an issue with this, based on my experiences." He turns to look at Yrdex and Kona, and looks down for a moment before speaking again. "If I caused offense with my comment about "monsters", I apologize. It was said in the heat of the moment. The truth is..." he pauses and looks over at Gnasher before continuing, "...I was raised and trained by the church to hunt evil non-humans who threaten civilization. "Monster" was the term often used. In my own case, I was specifically taught to hunt and kill gnolls. And I received some of that training FROM a gnoll who recognized the threat that others of his kind can present. But I have learned, both from him and over time, that... not all kobolds or goblins or gnolls or dragons are monsters. I don't see any of you that way, and I am truly sorry if that is how it seemed." With that, he falls quiet again, still staring at the ground with a far-off look in his eyes.
Abdalrahman stares at Dashki for a long moment. "I do not like you, or your methods much." He turns to the group. "That said... I have been trained by the Church of the Most Holy and Merciful Sarenrae to hunt monsters, and end them. And sometimes it is the best course of action to put them down as quickly as possible, both to grant them mercy, and to save yourself from whatever harm they can cause. To that end, I cannot fault his decision."
"Well, that was... unexpected." Abdalrahman extricates himself carefully from the cacti.
"...yess. So far, anyway. Ow!"
Abdalrahman follows Gnasher into the cactus, trying not to get pricked. He feels uneasy, and rests one hand on the hilt of his scimitar.
I have Cha 16 and Dip and Intim at +7, as mentioned, so I guess it could be me. I'm a bard, if a specialized one, so it makes sense.
"I stand with Gnasher as well, and will go with him to follow the tracks."
"I agree. This seems like our best option." Abdalrahman checks over his gear over, making sure everything is ready.
"Who, or what, is Pugwampi? And we are traveling with a gnoll, and I am trained to hunt gnolls... so, while accidents do happen, I think we'll be alright."
"ვეთანხმები. კარგი აზროვნება, Gnasher. მე არ ვენდობი ამ კაცს, რა ღირს." Abdalrahman stands there, one hand draped casually over the hilt of his scimitar, watching Dashki. Gnollish: "I agree. Good thinking, Gnasher. I don't trust this man, for what it's worth."
Abdalrahman will also follow Poresh and Kona. "Yes, Dashki, we would speak with you for a moment!"
With a smile, Abdalrahman says,"I am Abdalrahman, servant of the most merciful Sarenrae, but please call me Abdal. And it was nothing. We must look out for each other, or the desert will have us all. There were two things I wanted to ask about. First, can you tell me who was at breakfast with you this morning? And second..." he lowers his voice so as to only be heard by Nero and Garavel, "...do you know why this man might be following us?" he asks, gesturing surreptitiously at Dashki.
Abdalrahman nods at Garavel. "I would be happy to go speak with the mercenaries." Saying that, he turns and heads in the direction of the other wagons.
Abdalrahman places the arrow back into his quiver and slings his bow. Turning to Gnasher, he says, "ვსაუბრობ თქვენს მშობლიურ ენაზე. რომ იცოდე. თუ თქვენ ოდესმე სურვილი გაიგო, ჩვენ შეგვიძლია.", the Gnollish language tripping oddly from a human mouth. Turning to Garavel and Almah, he bows slightly. "I am happy to speak with people and see what I can learn. Do you have any suggestions on where to begin? Has anyone been acting different lately? Any unusual happenings?" Gnollish: I speak your native tongue. Just so you know. Should you ever wish to talk, we can.
I have a 160 lb. Rhodesian Ridgeback, an 80 lb. German Shepherd, and a 70 lb. Black Lab. None of them are fun to lift.
Good luck, Gurr. As the owner of three dogs, I sympathize.
Abdalrahman looks around at the chaotic scene. When Almah introduces herself, he bows respectfully. "I am Abdalrahman, a follower of the most merciful Sarenrae. It is a pleasure to meet you. If I can assist with anything, such as healing the wounded, or repairing things, I am happy to do so." He stands with his bow in hand, arrow nocked but not yet drawn, watching in case whoever did this returns.
Abdalrahman sleeps wrapped in his cloak, a bit further from the fire out of respect for those who need the heat more. He keeps one hand resting on the hilt of his scimitar as he sleeps.
Abdalrahman looks up from his bowl of stew, looking around the fire at his various companions. "Even as little as a year ago, I could never have imagined being here. Sharing meals and work with a kobold, a gnoll, and a goblin. And there is... what, a prisoner? A slave? And he has blue skin. The world is a large, strange place, may Sarenrae show it mercy." Shaking himself out of his musing, he smiles faintly and joins in a conversation.
After cleaning himself and checking his gear, Abdalrahman heads over to the cook fire to break his fast. He looks over at the goblin and the gnoll chatting. It must not be easy for them, and yet they try. They are a credit to themselves and their Gods. That gnoll... Gnasher. He almost certainly cannot be one of the ones who killed my tribesmen. He can't know what happened. I should not hold him responsible. I must try not to. My lady would expect no less... He raises his voice and calls out to them with a wave of his arm. "You should come and eat, while it's hot."
Abdalrahman considers the gnoll for a moment before answering. "It is the style of the dervish, performed in service and praise to the most holy and merciful Sarenrae. As to whether or not others consider me to be a good fighter, I could not say. I do my best, in Her name." He pauses, as if there was more he was going to say. After a moment, he gave a slight shake of his head. "Excuse me. I should clean myself." He turns and walks off.
Abdalrahman volunteered at the beginning of the trip to take a late watch, because he preferred to be up when the sun rose, the better to offer prayers and praise to the most Merciful One. He then spent time training, dancing gracefully through his sword forms, scimitar a blur in the sunlight. Once he worked up a good sweat, he would clean himself, and then assist with camp chores. He talked openly with the other members of the caravan, his demeanor only darkening a bit when dealing with gnolls, though no one was quite sure why, as he waved off any questions about the subject. Though the trip was thus far uneventful, he remained ever alert, ready to defend or assist his fellows in any way he could.
Gotta pay those bills. Appreciate the heads up. Looking forward to the game!
Hey all. Let's see... been a gamer and GM for 30 years now. Played and ran Call of Cthulhu, D&D (1st through 4th editions), Pathfinder, GURPS, Star Wars (d6 and d20), L5R, Numenera, etc. Married with two kids and a dog. I'm in the US central timezone, and can always post in the evenings, and sometimes during the day. I work full-time during the week as a network/security admin. As for Abdalrahman...
Thank you! Looking forward to it. And yes, human. I'll edit for that.
Abdalrahman, Dervish of the Most Holy and Merciful Sarenrae, at your service. Stats:
Init +4; Senses Perception +5
-------------------- Defense -------------------- AC 17, touch 14, flat-footed 14 (+3 Armor, +4 Dex) hp 10 (8+2) Fort +2, Ref +6, Will +3 -------------------- Offense -------------------- Speed 30 ft. Melee scimitar +4(1d6+4, 18-20/x2) Ranged shortbow +4(1d6/x3, 60 ft.) -------------------- Statistics -------------------- Str 12, Dex 18, Con 15, Int 14, Wis 12, Cha 16 BAB +0; CMB +1; CMD 15 Feats Dervish Dance*, Arcane Strike Skills Stealth +7, Climb +4, Diplomacy +7, Intimidate +7, Kn. Local +6, Kn. Nature +6, Perception +5, Perform (Dance) +8, UMD +7 Languages Common, Kelish, Gnoll Gear Shortbow, quiver w/20 arrows, scimitar, studded leather armor, bard's kit, signal mirror
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(Faith) Blade of Mercy - When striking to inflict nonlethal damage with any slashing weapon, you do not take the normal –4 penalty on your attack roll, and gain a +1 trait bonus to any nonlethal damage you inflict with a slashing weapon. -------------------
Background: Abdalrahman (not his birth name, given to him during his training as a dervish, translation "Servant of the Merciful One"), was orphaned at an early age by a gnoll raid. A force of priests, dervishes, and paladins of Sarenrae attacked the gnoll slavers who had taken him and others from his village and freed them. He was taken in as a ward of the church of Sarenrae. His hatred of gnolls , and of evil in general, made him a good choice for a servant of the church, but he struggled with the idea of showing mercy to enemies... so he was given special instruction in non-lethal combat by a gnoll ranger who had joined the church and worked to hunt down other gnolls. This helped him realize that not all is evil which appears to be. He spent years training as a dervish, and now works as a wandering monster hunter, following his own path, but still spreading the word of Sarenrae, and working for the church when they call. |