Submitting Anjru. Local former soldier and storyteller.
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Anyone ever read the Silver John stories?
I have to switch a trait back, but this guy was designed for Iron Gods. Local boy with a golden tongue.
Digger's submission is a slightly dim good hearted rabble rousing son of an Andoran officer. Need to switch a trait but he's done. Inspiration drawn from the personas/characters of Will Rogers and Andy Griffith. Possible too-deep-cut a synthesis of Andy Griffith's characters in the Andy Griffith Show and Elia Kazan's A Face in the Crowd (important viewing, these days). EDIT: Trait changed. He's done. I like the arc of mercenary-to-good. Very fun to rp.
Anjru peers into the water. "Cain't see a blamed thing."
Anjru struggles like a retarded, dying bird in the water. Eventually he surfaces, exactly where he was. Spitting and spewing he curses. "Godsf@%+ingdammit-piece-of-s+~&-queeflicker! To hell with this!" He swigs a breathing potion and tries to stay tough
Anjru twists his face. "Well, now, of course I'm no stranger to a swimmin' hole, but just how long are we gonna have to hold are breath? Y'all wouldn't happen t'have a way t'make that easier, would ya? Magic, breathin tubes, or such as."
"Well, Councilwoman, I'm Anjru and maybe you've seen me around, maybe you ain't. But I done lived here all my life, and I aim to do what I can to help out."
"Well, now, yeah, we're a-goin' down in. And we'll surely find yer sis. But we're gonna need y'all t'stay up chere. Y'all got another mission. Infermation. Y'all are like to see and hear a lot more'n grown folk admit. There's somethin afoot. Watch the dwarves. Watch the Foundry. Watch fer anythin odd or diff'rent."
Hello! School is gonna be pretty crazy till summer but next week we're off at least.
"And I'll have a pull a yer blockade, if'n it's all the same. I'm plum wrappin my noggin about all this. Gema here, who seems a fine sort, an some unrelated miss of similar but, well, they ain't men folk nor dwarves nor elves but some other kinda folk what KiRen and such say is similar ta robuts in ways like tieflins is ta devil folk or ass-mar is ta heaven folk. Maybe of lost mem'ry, I s'pose. An we all know about what's ahappened t'the Flame. It don't add up. It just don't add up, just yet. But I reckon it will."
"I reckon there ain't a time I don't feel like havin a pull or two of good old blockade whiskey!"
Anjru walks to Gema. "Hey, any chance, and I'm hopin this ain't odd or nothin, but there was another new, pretty and different lass here of recent. Purple hair. Wonderin if she was any kin of yours?"
The week before state tests, April Fool's Day, and a superintendent visit all in one week is hell for a teacher :/
Sorry, work got INSANE. I'm here.
"I'm far from a robut expert, but weren't this one OK with yer pa? Might well be it was a-tryin' in his own way t'find 'im?"
"Val!" Well what in tarnation is it now?!
Anjru walked into the tavern with a reserved smile, friendly but allowing for concern. Tall and wide, fit but not muscled, wide face tanned and jet black hair oiled back, he was unassumingly handsome. His clothes were well worn, and a guitar was strung around his back. "How do, KiRen," he said as he nodded at the blacksmith. "Val, what's wrong, darlin?" Well lookee here at this motley assortment. A robot lady, Ki, one a them purdy Calistria lasses, and a swordswoman by the look of it. Ain't I a lucky fella ... "No secret yer pa was a friend t'me, hell, t'all. If'n I can help, well, I'll do just that. All I ever ask for is a roof and some vittles, and for true, Val, yer stew's more'n enough to get me to do what ever."
EST as well (BROOKLYN!). And thanks for the header reminder
"...then, wouldn't you know it, gentlemen? At just that moment, the halfling comes right back into the room at last. And his eyes, they'd seen somethin. Wasn't airy a doubt to it. And, well, I don't rightly recall who it was what asked first, but I don't reckon that's the point, yknow, in the grand scheme of such. Anyways, SOMEone asked him--" Into the tavern burst Barany, his cousin of naught but seven years old, thin like twigs and hard like steel. "Anj! Val needs ya somethin awful. She sent a note a words!" "Val?" the storyteller blurted in an uncharacteristically ill-considered way. Anjru belted down his whiskey shot and the rest of his beer. "Well, gentlemen, what kind of man would I be if I harked not at a lady in need? I thank ye kindly for the hospitality and doubly so for the spirits, but it seems I must vacate and assist a lady so fair her pa learnt to break th rules of nature." Anjru bowed impressively and exited the tavern. "Wait ..." one of his compatriots said, just too late. "What did th little fellow see?"
"Dingus, I kept a-hoping I'd come upon some sort of satisfyin endin, but I was drawin a real blank. So, what sort of mess is Val in now?" Barany shook her head. "Ain't like that. Not this time." Anjru shut up for once and pondered upon what it was he'd just a-jumped into.
As fellow townies, perhaps KiRen and Anjru know each other?
Well, I'm right honored t'meetch'yall! I reckon we'll be a-delvin into airy sort a place a fella could think up and some more he ain't!
Woohoo! Been dying to play this.
Ps, I was cranky Galtan ranger Poulain in your river campaign.
Submitting Anjru. Backwoods storyteller/con artist/populist. Think A Face in the Crowd with good intentions.
Statted up, sans equipment. Will go into his back story when not on my phone.
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