Hey I’m going to need to drop out. GMwhtKnt thanks for picking me earlier, I wish I could stay on but life, you know.
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Aotor gives a high five to Rudrik and says ,”Yargh! Got to it first. Next time it’ll be more than dinner coming at us! An when that is I’ll be in the back castin the spells” He then gathers up the snake to keep for cooking later.
”Aargh I hate snakes. Except for dinner! They taste almost as good as giant frogs!” Aotor excitedly grunts as he moves forward and hacks at the snake with his pick.
”Great work there big guy. Nice and clean. That oughtta cook up nice and tender. Mmm, mmm. Spider legs for dinner!”
”Well let’s see if we can draw it out, or at least get a better look.” Aotor replies, then waves his hands around while mumbling some nonsense. Then suddenly four glowing lights resembling miner’s headlamps appear around him. He then sends the lights chasing the mysterious creature.
Rudrik sighs at the expected slight... ”Oh. Ooo. Not you of course. I mean, those other orcs. Your cool. Uhm, yeah...” Embarrassed, Aotor makes his way towards the front, ready to bring on what’s next.
Aotor watches the frog jump away and shrugs his shoulders. ”Not like its an Orc or anything.”
Aotor grits his teeth, grips his mining pick, and clods up making away around Isingar. He swings the pick at the frog and hopes his armor spell holds up.
Aotor pulls out his mining pick and thumps it against his chest. A shimmering light that looks like rocks cracking spreads out from the point of impact covering his body. ”Oy. This smells worse than a dozen sweaty dwarves trapped in a mine after a long day and the pooper’s clogged. Let’s look around first, I agree.”
”Ah, so you’re saying we should stay here and drink all night, then head out in the morning? There are certain merits to your plan I’ll give you that!”
”Ah, surprise. My second favorite element. Right after earth I say. And the dark never bothered me none. Heck, I barely notice it myself.” Aotor chuckles at his own “jokes.”
Aotor takes Burnes’ Hand and pumps it eagerly. ”Aye sir if any troublemakers be out there we’ll deal with them. If not, I guess a stroll through the peaceful and safe woods is good for the soul.”
”Simple. You don’t put any bounties on common folks.” Aortor replied in earnest.
”Well we be headin’ out in the wild and just thought, maybe coincidentally, that there would be a bounty or two for some ruffians or goblins we did. And we been told you be the closest thing there be to law you are so do you know of any? Bounties that is.”
Aotor wanders over to stand next to Raddosric and thinks of something to add, comes up with nothing then says. ”And I’m Aotor. I’m with them.” He points to the bard and all the dwarves. ”I adventure too I do.”
”Hmm, I guess I could go look out for bounties. Hey Spugnoir, why don’t you come with me and show me where to find the sheriff or whatever you call your political lawmen around here. Any tough guys want to come with in case we encounter ruffians?
Aotor nudges Isinger and merely states, ”Aye.” before turning his attention to the newcomers.
”By Dumathoin aye aye I’ll go adventuring for adventure’s sake! I am Aotor Shieldsmythe, though there ain’t no armor smythes in my family. Let’s drink on this,” He clangs his flagon down on the table and notices nothing splash out of it. ”Hanseath be damned I’m empty!”
Aotor Tripp’s his tankard of beer back, gulping down several mouthfuls before letting out a ripping belch, then says, ”I assume there is some sort of treasure involved in this expedition you’d like us to accompany you on?”
Aotor picks up a goose leg in his meaty fist and bites down hard, with a slurp sending juice running down his blonde beard. ”Oh that’s good it is. Oooo...” he continues to chomp down on the roasted meat while nodding at the conversation. Sense Motive Without making sure he swallows first ”Uh, huh. Uh, huh. Uhh, a mage you say with scrolls and drek. Sounds nice. What kind of spells you cast? Where will you stand if we get attacked by goblins or rats or something?
As he waited he turned to the dwarf beside him, "Evening kinsman. I'm new in town, vhat would you recommend?" ”You know I have know idear, I don’t. I ordered the special, which means it’s probly some leftovers but it’ll be cheap and me stomach can take it.” Then he jumps when Isinghar speaks to he, in Dwarven. He replies in kind. Dwarven: ”Holy crap I could just spit right now! I gone months without seeing one of the stout folk, but today, I find myself in the company of two I do, good things are about to happen, of course I’ll join you,” He then turns to Thaldal ”Friend, want to join them.?
He then takes a closer look at the table and spots the bard with his loot. ”He’s not going to break out in one of those jolly human songs or put an arm around me, is he?”
Aotor swings open the door of the Welcome Wench, then scans the room looking for the buxom lady from the sign. Not seeing her, he instead strides to the bar and takes a seat on a stool. ”Ah Ostler, thank you thank you. I’ll take a beer while I wait. And a slab of whatever the day’s special. I am hungry I am.”
Cool, sounds good. I’ve never crafted before but with a name like Shieldsmythe...
Also,what is your opinion of starting the game with scribed scrolls at the crafting price?
WhtKnt, I’m thinking about future feats. Do you think there will be time for crafting? |