Well of course I will!! But can we call him Little John!!! hehe
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Can Alder ride him?? lol
FInally waking, Alder walks over to the fire and looks to see what is left from the morning breakfast. Listening to the talk around the fire, Alder shrugs. "SO a faire...sound like an opportunity to make some connections and see where we stand."
Still snoring in his bedroll, Alder seems happy just to snooze the entire day away. Unlike most of his kind, he is not an early riser nor out completing chores before the rooster can cry. He happily left that life when he took up the squire position to a noble knight who, unfortunately, was dead. How he ended up with these n'ere'do'wells was more happenstance than choice, but he does not complain as he has food and a place to lay his head at night. And so, as the others wake and stretch, exercise and eat, the halfling sleeps...contently!
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Here is my character...just needs a background - Daniel Stewart
Alder smiles and seems to blush at the comment from Lex. "Ummm...might you need some more help? I am pretty good at sneaking around and can help open locks and such...and I am pretty good with these knives!" He draws out a matching pair of kukri from hidden sheaths somewhere under his cloak.
The little halfling jumps as the human slams the papers down on his table. Oh...Ummm...I do not know...maybe check on the cattle first then go to the castle? " He looks the group over and then seems to come to a conclusion. "Yes, the cattle first. It would be best if you learned your new team's strengths and weaknesses before you tackle the castle. Much more danger there probably!"
Alder continues to slowly drink his ale, but leans in closer to see what the strange group is talking about. He remains, outwardly anyway, uninterested in the conversation, but inside the little fellow is torn as to approaching the group and joining in, or simply staying out of the way. He continues to listen in!
Alder visibly flinches as the kobold says 'Dragon', then begins to speak in draconic.
Alder quietly asks for an ale from Abelia and as the strange human stares at him, he keeps his head down and fiddles with his cap.
The door to the cantina opens and it takes you a moment to see who has entered. A halfling walks over to a seat near the front of the room and sits down.
This is Daniel...here is my submission for the game...let me know if I need to change anything. Thanks
Keeping to the shadows, Alder readies his knives so he may fall upon the enemy from behind and with surprise. Stealth:
Still hidden, Alder casts about to see if he can see any tracks left by the rat-folk guards. Survival:
Stealth: Alder joins Beads as the two creep further down the corridor.
Alder appears from the gloom and points the way he came from. "Rat tracks down this way. Looks like our quarry went this way."
Perception:
At the description of the beast, Alder turns and starts to say something, but stops himself and simply smiles. "I shall be careful of such beasts Aleda. Now I guess I shall head out." Alder starts to walk down the corridor, then simply vanishes in the gloom. Stealth:
"I shall take the lead and scout, yes?" the diminutive Alder asks as he goes over his gear and ensures everything is ready.
"Do you need any kind of permit to search these tunnels?", Alder asks as they enter the marketplace.
"I can see in the dark...quite well actually. I would not mind going first if you want...I can be pretty quiet as well" The halfling speaks slowly and looks down at his furry feet as he talks. He seems almost ashamed of his abilities.
Looking at the bartender, Alder shakes his head. "No thank-you. I will just have some warm cider please." Once he gets his drink he makes his way back to the group and takes a seat with his drink.
Alder quietly "mingles" around the bar, listening in on various conversations while he keeps himself out of sight as much as possible. Stealth: Once he has gathered some info, he will go to the bar and quietly speak to the bar tender. "Greetings my good man...does this establishment serve any exotic drinks by chance? There is an alcohol that is distilled from mushrooms that grow deep underground. I was wondering if you had anything like that?"
Alder walks in to the tavern and quickly tries to blend into the background. With so many different people and races, he is a little frightened that someone will recognize him for what he is. He squeezes beside Kali hoping the striking barbarian woman will draw most of the attention.
Alder was hiding from the guards and once they left he reappeared with the rest of the group ready to move on.
Alder keeps the others in sight, and once out of the sight of the guards, he fades back out of the shadows to walk with the others, saying nothing.
Alder drifts into the shadows and keeps watch on the rest of the party from concealment. He will follow once they are away from the local guards. Stealth:
Taking the bottles, Alder shows them to the rest of the party. "These not so good for us. Make it hard to find vermin Ratfolk. I wonder who give potions to rats? They usually not so smart.", the halfling says in his oddly accented broken common.
Alder quickly searches the bodies of the dead ratmen.
Alder again slashes with his daggers at the nearest creature. Attack:
Attack:
Striking from the shadows, Alder slashes with his daggers at the closest ratman. Attack:
Attack:
Sneak Damage:
Alder melds into the shadows thrown by the homes and moves towards the sewer entrance, both knives ready to strike the first rat-beast that comes his way. Stealth:
Perception:
Alder draws and conceals his daggers as he joins the others in this 'rat hunt' slight of hand (conceal daggers):
Alder seems a little surprised at his actions, and quickly pulls his hood up. "It is a wondrous thing, rain. I came from a place that was quite dry and cold."
While Alder has a deep hooded cloak, he allows the rain to strike him. Still fascinated with the whole idea of water falling from the sky, the halfling sometimes will stand for minutes head tilted up with his eyes closed, letting the rain water cascade over him...a blissful smile on his face. This is why I am here! This world is so amazing and different from the depths. Wind, rain, sun...who would have thought someone like me could learn to, not only appreciate them, but to love it all! The smiling halfling stands in the drizzle until someone interrupts his revelry.
"They are vermin that needs to be culled before a pack can take over an area and eat everything in sight." Alder looks at the others, anger and disgust on his face before he calms himself...with some effort.
Perception: Alder mutters under his breath as he hears one of the many bits of gossip going around as the group talks. "Tonaik jora, nind inbal nau kl'ae usbyr ghil xor wun 'olath...fridj miulk'ars whol natha mzild yornurn fashka!" Undercommon: Dirty rats, they have no use either here or in the dark...just minions for a more powerful force.
Alder turns to the small lizard and says, "Then we take it to a fence..umm..merchant and sell it. The underdark has many treasures, but also dangers beyond belief!"
Turning to the human who had questioned him earlier, Alder smiles and says... "I am Alder Tiller. I am a halfling who comes from the distant lands. I am sorry I speak funny, but your language is difficult for my mouth." Bluff: Defeat Bluff: He is lying about where he is from, but not about having difficulty speaking common..it is like he just learned how to speak it recently and still is struggling to be understood.
"Plain oatmeal please", the halfling ask.
Hearing the degrades language of the traders from the deep, Alder reaches for his daggers, but stops short when he realizes it is a human speaking to him. "I am sorry..what did you just say?" He mostly ignores the human, but turns to speak with the lizard. "Greetings and proper salutation Beads. I am Alder, a halfling, yes! Are you joining us in this large hall of food and drink?" He walks into the building with the others.
Alder decides to follow the others into the city...it was a good guise to be in a group. As he turns back to see the great gate, he notices a new arrival. "Good greetings to you friend...or are you a pet? I have not met such as you before..are you a little ' linddil'..err Lizard people?"
Skulking at the edge of the tent city, Alder adjusts his cap and looks over the crowded space. Although it has been almost 2 years since his "freedom" was gained, the sight of so many "surfacers" and their animals still cause a cold felling in his gut.
"What the–?! Hey! This ain't a friggin' carriage!" Not sure if the owner is yelling at him, Alder darts out from under the wagon and into a group of people. One holding a young human female. "Umm..very sorry for my mistake of walking...much pardons", he says in a heavily accented common.
It might be possible that Beads and Alder could have met on the way...seeing how Alder is also sort-of a refugee as well. Maybe he had something to do with helping Beads escape??
Sorry missed your idea....looks like it might be good, but Alder has been out for some time..sorry just wanted to get what I had up ASAP to make the deadline. Once he got to the surface he traveled for about 2 years, where he sold his magic daggers to purchase the hat he now uses to help with his disguise. I know it was much more than we were suppose to purchase, but it fit for his background..I can change it if needed, but it just makes it a little more difficult to keep his background hidden. But I would find no problem working a common background with anyone...or are we all going to know each other before we get to Ptolus? That would be cool as well. Just need to read all the backgrounds to see where we can intersect!
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