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I've returned from my issues, Game got a little weird, glad to see you guys kept the game going, I don't think I've ever seen a game where the DM ghosts and the players keep it going, pretty cool. If you're cool with it I would like to put myself on the end of the queue of "Replacement PC's"
I appreciate it, once it's all said and done I will be happy to jump in at the back of the backup player queue, just for an undetermined period of time I wont be able to reliably post.
Bad news, I'm going through a family emergency and am going to need pullout of the game, I'm going to be traveling and I won't be able to reliably post between all this. I don't want to take up a slot that could be filled by a more active person, Sucks but it happens, you all have a good game.
Amber hands the child back to him. "Hope it leads to somthin good."
Amber nods, Holding out her arms, offering to hold the baby. "Aye, there are some humans who are raised by dwarfs, Ain't much diffrent'en dwarf children for the most part, Just n'so hairy and you know, Can't give'em watered down ale like ma's are want to do with dwarf babes. I Reckon I could find an old gal who's had a few babes herself, would make a good wetnurse till we find her kin." If she is allowed to hold the child, she cradles it in her arms and sticks her finger in it's hand, chuckling at the little guy. "it's your call, the gods chose you to find the little lass, you're her father by fate till you choose otherwise"
"No one's trying to sell the baby, Though the blue lass has a point, even if we can't find the family it would be best if we found it some caretakers, I reckon I could find a nice Dwarven lass to keep watch over her, Feed her goats milk. I would not feel right letting a babe be brought into a haunt."
Amber nods to the firbolg, though to be honest she's not too familiar with other folk and would peg him as some sort of giant Elf unless told otherwise. "Aye, and ta'ye Orym. What is this Abou'ta babe? Is it a little Lass or Lad?"
Amber had arrived in Saltmarsh two weeks prior, her personal reasons for journeying out was a desire to see the world beyond the moutainhomes and to seek personal glory, But as an Acolyte of Silverbeard she took advantage of a mission to Saltmarsh to establish a shrine for the growing dwarven population there, A Small industrial lot, they had done silverbeard proud with the life they where building here, Etching out a living in a such a place was a battle in it's own right after all. She had arrived with a few possessions, And after being granted a small plot of land near where the general dwarven population lived, she spent the first two weeks chiseling a simple stone shrine from a large boulder she had found, as well as looking for local dwarves willing to become her wards in faith, She completed both these tasks, Finishing the shrine after week of meticulous work, and recruiting two young dwarven lads and instructing them in the maintenance of the shrine. With her basic duties done she could turn to more personal matters, first and foremost, dealing with her dwindling coin purse, She considered doing some work in the mine or as warehouse security on the docks, but then the poster for the Haunted House Job caught her eye, Anders Solmor was a name of note with a reputation, So the money would be good for sure, And a haunted house sounded far more adventurous than any of the other options and Glory was the reason she was out here, And with that it was settled, she took down the poster and headed to the Wicker Goat to meet up with Anders and anyone else who took the job. - Amber scratched the day old stubble on her chin as she looked over the poster she had in her hand. Sipping from a mug, Turning to look at some of the odd Fellows who had joined her "Amber, A'ye service." She said in shaky common, her grasp on the tongue was not perfect, didn't have many opportunities to speak it before leaving the moutainhomes. She reached out the shake the Wizard's hand.
It's all good, RL comes first, I hope everything is ok over there.
Amber scratches her stubbly chin peering into the wine bottle she had. She had not had the time to shave for a few days with all this walking, And now the last of her traveling alcohol was gone. "Da first thing I'm g'na do when I get there is get a drink. I can'na be far now." She declared to herself.
DM Scallywag I wanted to touch base with you. From the recruitment tab you mentioned we were starting in the Wicker Goat. Do we want to assume that earlier today I dropped off the baby I found in the marsh at a local temple or am I wandering around the Goat now hoping to find it a home? Wait Orym has an adventure baby? Ok new plan, Glory in battle is nice, But my mission is to protect the adventure baby. No innocent Babe's getting hurt if Amber can prevent it!
"Finally I am here, This is where my decedents will say my story began, Weapons in hand I will scrawl my name into history"
Good to be here
It's fitting that I am for the hundredth time, asking the universe to make the GM roll a one.
I like the looks of this lineup. A lot of Beefy Boys, My type of party
If anybody's got comments/suggestions I am all ears. :) Looks pretty cool, My only recommendation is make him a dwarf, I feel like this group has too few dwarfs. only a 50% dwarf to others ratio will make me happy. Joking aside, looks solid. good work.
Amberstone Brewhammer is a trained Warrior and a devout worshipper of Clanggedin Silverbeard. Her home going through an unusual period of peace has led her to seek out new horizons for she seeks to forge her Battlesong. Hearing of the clan in Saltmarsh she decides to journey there in hopes of finding work with them, perhaps as a guard or the like. There is great honor in fighting to defend Kin, Pending that she'll try and find work with the locals, A short, sturdy creature fond of drink and industry.
I'm ok with linking to an external PDF or image file, but if you can edit your character's profile and put the vitals in the race field it'll make it easier for quick reference. Done
"good tae know A wonae be the only deepfolk ere" |
