Anton is still too busy nursing the gash in his side to notice the road ahead. "Who is it?"
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After dusting himself off quickly, Anton turns to The Magician and says "Only as long as there are no more wizard lights."
I'm just glad it has a HD limit... xD
The young warrior staggers as the wild colors fill his vision...
Then proceeds to fall limply to the ground.
Anton gasps as the arrow opens a gash in his side, then lets out a harsh yell and charges the goblin closest to him.
Thanks, JohnnyBlack :)
The Absalom native bolts up out of his bedroll, then curses as he feels his leather gambeson folded on the earth beside it. "I guess I'll need to start sleeping with that on." he growls as he grabs his rapier from its place next to his head, jumps up, and runs toward the yelling.
And how are we doing initiative?
I'm also fine playing through the holiday weekend, though I can take a spot on second watch.
Anton takes a position at the front of the caravan, looking out for any Scarnzi bandits or monsters on the road.
Seeing the wagon continuing to slip off the precipice, Anton, rushes to the back of the wagon, yelling "Get out of the wagon!" and grabbing the young woman.
About helping Lucky Pete - Wasn't sure which Anton you meant. Lol
Anton says to the young lady "Climb out now!", then runs around to help the stocky man trying to keep the wagon on the road.
Seeing that the Ulfen guard (was his name Leaf..?) has the horse-things under control, our daring hero (as he calls himself) jumps off the front of the Balan's wagon to try opening a way for the lady inside to escape.
After dancing with most of those who asked the horse-stopping hero for a whirl, Anton sleeps through the night soundly, dreaming of the great celebration to come at the Swallowtail Festival.
Anton has a decent voice, but clearly doesn't know the tune very well.
The Absalom native still isn't quite used to these "horse" things, but he's seen enough to know to try grabbing the tack hanging from its face.
Running up the caravan, Anton catches the reins and pulls down hard, trying to get the beast to stop moving.
Anton returns a rather more impish smile to the cleric than he received, saying, "Well, he did a fine job. Me, I just picked up a few tunes on the ship that brought me here from Absalom. Better to sing the Drunken Hero's praises, but I'm not good for anything fancy, far as singing goes."
Anton thanks his host again, then turns to the young woman (Livia). "You've got a really fine voice. You sing in the theater in Magnimar?"
"Yes of course, this is a joyful event. My name is Livia, and these fine and most considerate hosts are the Bâlans. Please introduce yourself and join us. There is food and drink." The brash young adventurer's face softens, and he sits down on an unoccupied box. "Good to meet you. All of you," he says to the Bâlans. Turning to the grandmother, he asks,"Do you know how long it will take to get to Sandpoint?"
Having learned a few shanties from the sailors on his way to Magnimar and wanting to hone his own skill, Anton decides to join the larger caravan. He is immediately taken by the dark-haired woman currently leading the song, and introduces himself to the family. "Mind if I travel with you to the festival at Sandpoint?"
And this Anton will party with the Varisians.
Personality - An excitable young man, Anton is quick to make friends and enemies alike. He likes telling stories almost as much as he likes a good pint, and an excuse to practice with his rapier about as much as either. Definitely an extrovert, Anton prefers to take situations head on, having learned from childhood that those who don't act first often don't get to. Appearance - Anton has an angular face, framed by shoulder-length locks of hair the color of ripe wheat and anchored by large brown eyes. He has a strong but very lean build, with a ropy scar extending from the back of his hand halfway up his forearm. His current attire is a light travelling outfit, with an off-white quilted shirt (with vest), green breeches, and dark brown leather boots. When wearing his travelling pack, Anton has his bow and quiver fastened on the right side, and his bedroll inside, with it sticking slightly out of the top of the pack. At his left hip is his weapon, its basket hilt scuffed from frequent use. Hook - Considering his skills and motivations for going to Sandpoint, Anton would probably hire either hire onto a trade caravan as a guard, or join a Varisian caravan headed to the festival. Background Skills Update: Used a new rank in Appraise and Anton's rank in Perform as background skills, added a rank in Stealth.
@ JohnnyBlack - Last time I looked at rapier stats, it was in 5e. Whoops. Fixed both of those for you.
@JohnnyBlack - forgot about the free outfit. I've updated my gp total. As far as the language, I hadn't imagined his mother to be Varisian, since he's from Absalom. I think that's the other Anton, who's from Sandpoint. Varisian is the language I picked for the starting point of Int bonus because it was something my character has picked up since leaving Absalom. Also, I noticed there was another Anton submitted just after I submitted my entry xD
@JohnnyBlack - I fully intend to. That's why he has a bedroll and calls it good. xD
Here's my entry to the recruitment, and human fighter planning on going into duelist. Please let me know if you have any questions, and thank you for the consideration. |