Count me interested in kicking around in Greyhawk! I'll be putting forth Amon Iados, Tiefling Bladelock, for consideration. Since it sounds like a fun idea to play with. But I'm open to shifting classes in order to fill needed gaps in a party.
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Amon helps in burning away some of the fog with a fresh Light spell cast on his horns. As well as using his power to cause a light breeze to blow around them. If nothing else, the breeze feels nice. "I don't remember coming across this much fog when I came by just the other day." the Tiefling remarks aloud.
The Tiefling will bid his fellow spellcaster Good Night and retire to his tent for the evening. Shuffling off his pack and rummaging through it for a flask, his fingers brush across a carefully rolled scroll in a clear tube. He stares at the object for a long moment, the seal of his house just visible from where it was in the depths of his bag. Amon eventually just tossed his bag aside, a wide rage of emotions crossing his face in the darkness. The next morning, he was up with the light, multi-tasking by breaking his fast and going through his spells. Challenging himself by trying to make the most elaborate illusion he could with his power before the spell itself overloaded and failed.
He accepts the shrouded figure's hand, putting on a smile himself as he seemed to be peering into his face, curious if his Darkvision revealed anything to him. "Not quite. I have my reasons for being with this merry little band, one of which does involve gathering knowledge and information. I'm.. something of a black sheep in my family, and they tend to look down their collective noses at me."
The Tiefling grimaces and strides past Morgrym, muttering to him as he twisted his dagger lightly against his finger in a mildly threatening way, "I'll have little trouble re-creating a shard of True Ice if you don't start using my name, Morgrym." And addresses the group proper. "You must forgive my Dwarven ally. His greatest strength is being tough to kill. That trait doesn't leave much room for social etiquette. I am Amon Iados, the group spellcaster and knowledge collector of the Arcane. Please, don't let my tall and frightening presence scare you off from asking me any questions you may have."
Seeing the fight end rather quickly, and Mogrgrym capture one alive, Amon decided to aid in the interrogation. Taking his second dagger, he runs his finger over the blade to cast an illusion over it, and then drew his ray frosted finger across the steel as well, chilling it. Stepping out from the semi-darkness, he tapped the Dwarf's shoulder and said, "Perhaps a more subtle threat is in order." Kneeling down, he held the dagger, disguised as a jagged shard of ice, and spoke. "This, is a shard of True Ice. A substance that has said to freeze the souls of the dead solid." He touched the bandit's cheek with him, letting him feel the frozen edge. "So, tell us what you know, or you'll be finding out how true this claim is when I drive it into your chest." Deception:
Amon, having stayed back and refreshed his Light spell, hears a rather loud commotion coming from inside the room. Poking his head in, he watches as a small group of rugged-looking Dwarves attempt to squeeze through a hidden doorway and storm into the room. Keeping himself safely behind the wall, and readying a spell to help with the rest of the group.
(Got neither of those skills, so Ill just make a straight Int check. ) Amon grumbled to himself as he had to stoop somewhat through this particular tunnel. He had been scanning the darkness his Light couldn't reach, and had been looking for any other threats he could blast with cold before they got in too close. Upon arriving at the sorter corridor, he calls to Myna, "You sure you want to head that way, Myna? I don't like the idea of having to head through an even smaller passage..."
The creature falls and Amon gives a soft sigh of relief. He tried to avoid combat if at all possible. Looking the beast over as they push it out of the way, he recalls this particular monster had some valuable bits to it. Producing a dagger, he first cuts the beast's throat to make sure it was dead before cutting off its antennae and removing its eyes. Placing the eyes in a secured vial and the antennae in a separate sack. "Ugh.. Hate what us spellcasters need to make spells happen some times..." Kn: Arcana -
Providing light as he moves with the group through the tunnel, hunched over somewhat, he saw Myna strike through the fog at something, and everyone else follow suit. Keeping back from the melee, Amon mutters to himself and flings a bolt of cold towards the monster, causing a trail of frost to follow in its wake through the fog. Attack:
Posting interest. Been trying to get into more 5e games to get a better feel for it. I'd like to submit Amon Iados for review. His stats are from a failed 5e game, so I can change them if need be.
And if anyone particularly cares; When it comes to the marching order, Amon will situate himself somewhere in the middle of his more armored allies.
Hey, DM? We have a light source still. The Light spell I cast on my horns. Read my last post.
Amon opts to keep a watchful eye out for now, tail swishing lightly across the ground. He has placed a Light spell on the flat spot where his horns meet, allowing him to see quite well in any particularly dark passages. His fingers rest on a short, stout stick resting in his belt, bearing a carving of a sword along the length of the crude weapon, all while humming a little tune to himself.
"That's quite the name. I got tired simply hearing it."He gave a soft chuckle and maintained his easy smile, keeping his hands visible all the while. "Since you're curious, Lady Gwen, I hail from a land far away, across multiple seas and continents. I was born to House Iados, a lesser-know but well-established house that dealt in providing work to those that needed it most, and crafting many wondrous magical items." His cloak moves lightly thanks to his slowly swishing tail. "I am here to carve my name in the history of the world. And, I'd like to think, it starts with your group."
A tall, thin figure glides into the room, clad in rather simple traveling clothes. He moves with a practiced stride, having an air of class to him despite his rather simple appearance. His skin a visible shade of brick red, his long black hair tied back in a loose ponytail. His brow sporting short, thick horns, and his azure eyes seeming to smolder with a raw, unstable energy. He comes to a stop a short distance from the collective group as he dismisses the fog with a wave of his hand, speaking with an easy smile, and a well-read inflection. "Good evening. I was pointed towards your merry little band by one Benny Loamstone. He kindly informed me that you were after a certain princess, and even commented that you heart folks looked you would go far together. So, I thought I would offer my magical prowess to help you get even farther, and combat that which cannot be defeated simply through steel and faith."
Greetings! I have been chosen to help round out your group with raw arcane talent and power. I look forward to a long and prosperous adventure with all of you.
Alright! Major details and crunch has been added to his profile. I believe he's ready for play, if chosen.
I have a Tiefling Sorcerer in the works at the moment. So if this will also suffice as an arcane caster, I'll roll his stats and fill out the rest of his profile. If its really needed, I can make him a Wizard.
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