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"That seems to be sound reasoning, Ialo. I fear our very appearance may be enough to get us in trouble in Lastwall. We need magical disguises of sufficient strength, something like an alter self enchantment. More money would certainly go a long way towards making this mission a success. Or perhaps we can find rot in the heart of Lastwall. No place is all good, especially one so close to my homeland. Temporary allies might provide us with a place to hide while we work."
"So who left Gallowspire with them? No wait, let me guess, some Iomedean Knight of Ozem with a holy greatsword up their arse," Aleksei replies.
"So we hunt down the seals and...break them? By what means might they be destroyed?"
As the serum burns through Aleksei's veins he seems to shrivel and age even further on the spot, bending over in pain. As he rises his eyes blaze with newfound power. He opens the chest at his feet to reveal a darkly burnished breastplate chased with motifs of bones and undead all over its surface. Next to it lies a black cloak and a gleaming morningstar mace, both of excellent quality. He picks up the equipment and puts it on. When he is finished he looks much more like he would belong among this group, rather than act as their servant. "What now?"
Ah, I forgot to buy gear. Need to know yes/no on ABP before I do that though I suppose.
Already leveled assuming ABP. Thought we were doing that. Anyway, I'm done, ready for review.
I will work on leveling up today.
"I have been seeking the attention of the way for years now. If this is what is desired for acceptance, then I took will imbibe."
"Will it keep me alive?" Aleksei asks, hope gleaming in his eyes for the first time.
"What sort of test did you have in mind?" Aleksei asks Fostian. This is exactly the chance I have been waiting for. Maybe I will finally get what I deserve.
"What other Way is there?" Aleksei responds.
A pale, aged looking man in dark robes appears in the hall. He is hunched over, and moves slowly as if he were very weak or in pain. His face is thin and wrinkled, covered in a patchy growth of short white and grey facial hair. He takes in the chamber with a sneer. "What is this!? Can it be the Way has finally seen fit to count my majesty amongst their roster?" The man hobbles into a chair. "I should certainly hope so. Anything less would be an unacceptable interruption to my studies."
Hello everyone. Thanks for the pick, Thron. I'm fine with my avatar being my Roll20 pic.
Still interested, though I haven't had time to flesh out his backstory as much as I'd have liked.
I plan to mostly do healing and support, as well as some crowd control. It will depend on what the group composition is if I get in.
Working on this guy as my submission, Thron. |
