Alexandu is doubtful, but this looks like a chance to learn more about the impending darkness he came here to investigate. "I'm in", he ventures hesitantly.
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Alexandu listens carefully but says nothing.
"I am Alexandu and my comrade here put it very well. But I can't deny that I am impressed."
To Bor: "I am glad you are alright, friend. You took some heat there. I am Alexandu."
In an aside to Maelorn Alexandu says: "Rather full of himself, that one, isn't he? " and proceeds to give him a hand. "Probably his first real fight."
He looks directly at Alexandu, "This is not forgiveness, it is justice. Dead people do not learn to change." Alexandu shrugs: "Death is a change, isn't it? In their case it might be for the better."
Alexandu smiles a wicked smile at Zane's comment, as showing the right spirit. He takes a swing at the escaping thug: Attack:, Damage: If and when the thug gets out the door his actions will be: Drop shield (free action), transfer morningstar to left hand (move action), move 5 feet to door and open the door (standard action).
Alexandu moves up to smite the imp. Attack:
To Maelorn: "Your words make no sense, but your hammer does. Well fought, comrade."
Alexandu makes a disgusted face as Maelorn speaks of forgiving. "Forgiveness is for the weak", he snarls as he bashes at thug #6. ,
Alexandu advances to engage Thug #6, hoping to take some of the heat off Maelorn.
As the thug approaches Alexandu drops his sling and draws his morningstar in one swift movement, bashing at thug #9. Attack:, damage
Alexandu fires his sling again, pronouncing a judgment of destruction to make it hurt, this time at thug #10, as he recognizes a fellow Calistrian in the bard.
Alexandu rises, draws his sling and fires at Thug #12. Attack: , damage His aim is still off from the spots dancing before his eyes.
Temporarily blinded, Alexandu ducks under a table to try to assess the situation as he desperately tries to blink away the spots that swirl before his eyes.
Alexandu came here to enter the tournament but all the talk of devils has put him off. He'll do what it takes to blend in, though, trying to get a grip on what's going on.
, Alexandu is inwardly disgusted by this flaunting of devils in a place devoted to luck. "Heretics" he mutters under his breath. "Everyone knows that devils cheat. Nothing to do with luck there." Still the half-elf's song brings a smile to his lips and he watches the altercation closely.
Alexandu keeps to himself, drinking in the environment, smiling at the dwarf's misadventure and keeping a tight grip on his coins for now. : Obviously he is far too distracted to notice anything going on.
Alexandu gasps as he enters this holy place, this temple to luck, and mutters a prayer to Calistria under his breath. The poor country boy has never seen anything quite like this, and it is all he can do to keep his mouth from falling open. He tries to blend in, though, knowing the adage of the fool's money. Knowledge (arcana), Perception
Alexandu will be there alone, and doesn't know any of the others beforehand.
Alex should be more or less good to go. He's not from Riddleport originally but he makes friends easily and is looking for allies, so it would make sense for him to join any group. Hit points for level 2: |