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I'd be interested in playing this guy (with his backstory reworked to fit the world)

Alternatively, are you familiar with the sidhe scholar? It was a class in an issue of dragon magazine that was basically an arcanist who was somewhat more in touch with the fey courts. It was more or less designed for a sort of steampunk world in which magic, especially nature based magic, was on the decline.

Atherton steps carefully from the ferry to the dock, giving his legs a moment to once again become accustomed to standing on steady land. Making an almost mocking gesture of tipping his hat to the ferryman and his fellow passengers, Atherton begins walking briskly in the direction indicated by the guards, taking in his dreary surroundings as he goes.

1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20 That's pretty nifty. I didn't know that they'd added that.

Atherton hunkers down slightly, steadying himself against the side of the boat. His eyes narrow as he watches the boat-man's terrified and increasingly frenzied actions. Casually one hand slips into his coat to rest upon the pommel of a knife and he carefully scans the misty harbor, looking for the source of the man's fear.
"Shut up and sit the f~%$ down." he says quietly and harshly, making a sharp gesture at the quarreling elves.

Spot 18 (17+1)
Knowledge: Local (untrained) 19 (18+1) to see if he knows anything about the harbor or what might be making the ferryman and his guard nervous.
For future reference, are we using a site like Invisible Castle to link our rolls, or going on the honor system and rolling at home?

Earlier

@ Atherton: Putting his hands up defensively "I mean no disrespect my friend i'm just surprised a refined individual like yourself is here that is all, I mean't no insult I assure you its a pleasure to make your acquaintance. My name is Vitarri Tyrim, modest healer and guardsmen by trade."

Atherton turns his gaze from the fight that is brewing in the small boat to the angel-blooded man and stares at him. After a long moment, his usually carefully composed expression cracks into a wide, slightly sardonic smile and he laughs for a long time, a baritone chuckle that sounds like it might even be real mirth.

Regarding him with a, hopefully, friendly expression he nods his head in approval to his words of caution. "I agree with you my" Dangerously "refined friend, perhaps things were said in haste. It is interesting to see someone such as yourself coming here."

Atherton arches an eyebrow slightly, the faintest trace of an edge creeping into his voice "One such as myself? Pray tell, what am I?"

*pulls his long sword setting the tip at Soekja throat pulling back the tip of his hood revealing plae skin that glows faintly in the mist with a pair of featureless sliver eyes that some how convey a since of rage and a small pair of horns rising out of his forehead*

*yells . Do I look like a Drow you worthless pale blooded pansy your kind are the only ones who could ne confused with them for inside you are as twisted as they you know nothing about an probably never will I can tell you this you up jumped coward. Call me that again and I will spill your lifes blood. Now take it back or we can settle this as soon as we hit land you crosstrading knight of the post

The young man in the long coat gives the slightest of shrugs and steps away from the two peculiar looking elves. Glancing towards the guard he smiles a little frostily. "Let me assure you, I'm not involved in their quarrel, nor will I try to stop you if you send them for a swim." He steps back, leaning as casually as he can against the gunwhale of the small vessel and observing the conflict with apparent apathy.

"They weren't the only ones whose tongues needed minding. Atherton says mildly, neither his expression nor tone betraying any venom in the words.

"Yes, I think we are all here on "Business" of one sort or another."

Smiling thinly at Soekja, he replies "Indeed. So let us mind our own, shall we."

FYI, the easiest way to distinguish between in character speech and out of character speech is through the use of ooc tags, which you use by [ ooc ]doing this[/ ooc ] without the spaces within the brackets.

Atherton shrugs slightly, his tone casual and relaxed "Business, of course. And its good to get away from home now and then, don't you think?"

Atherton turns from staring out at the harbor and glances between the two peculiar looking elves and the angel-blood man, smirking ever so slightly and sparing a slightly wary glance at the ferryman and his guard.

Stepping a little closer to the others on the small boat, he interrupts the increasingly heated exchange, waving a gloved hand in a placating gesture and speaking in a smooth, controlled voice. "Now now, calm down. Let us not give the good guardsman of this vessel reason to end any of our journeys prematurely."

Near the prow of the rickety little ferry stands a young man clad in a heavy duster. His head is inclined, his dark hair, dirty and unkempt from his long journey, falling in a slightly unkempt curtain about his face. He looks lost in a world of his own as the boat slowly glides across the dark water.

He shivers slightly in the cool, misty air, drawing the well-worn leather of his long duster closer to his body and looking up, staring out across the dark flotsam-strewn waters of the harbor. A faint, slightly sardonic smile touches the young man's lips as he watches the shield-bearing traveler's unspoken interaction with the ferryman. The smile doesn't touch his hard eyes, cold and calculating. The company on this ferry of lost souls entertains him.

Sighing, he slips a gloved hand into an inner pocket and briefly withdraws a battered pocket-watch, glancing from it to the city's dreary walls in what seems to be more of a habitual motion than anything else. Not for the first time, he wishes he knew more of why his path had brought him away from Eastport. But maybe it was better that he was leaving, if only to escape some of the memories of his old home.

He closes his eyes for a second, an ugly, angry, bitter expression flashing across his tired, handsome face before he regains his composure. Once more he glances at the battered brass of his watch, his face set in grim determination as he turns once more to the walls of Kothas, impatient.

Atherton Dram has a job to do.

I've deleted the CotCT info on Ath's page and started statting him up. I'll finish it up when I'm not half-asleep ;P

Is this going to be run here in messageboard form, or actually via email? If we're doing it by email, I've yet to experience that format so I don't know exactly how it works for a D&D game.

I would be interested in playing this character (his backstory is in the profile). He was created for a CotCT that never really got that far, and I had a lot of fun playing him; he led to some interesting interactions with others and had a lot of potential for growth as a character. If he looks like something that might fit in your campaign, I can make setting/story appropriate adjustments to him as necessary.

Atherton Dram, sullenly reporting for duty!

If you still have space, I would very much enjoy playing. The group for which this character was created for did not get that far, and I'm good at separating character and player knowledge when necessary.

*crosses fingers*

I'm back, sorry for the absence.
Atherton looks around the room, lowering his crossbow and taking an step into the room, saying "Good work" with a slight hint of sarcasm as he gives the room a cursory glance.
Perception 10

Sorry for my lack of posting; I've had a busy few days preparing for a trip. I'll be completely without internet access until the 20th, at which time my posting should return to normal.

Yay! You're back :D Hopefully everything's sorted itself out; we've missed you.

Atherton glances briefly at Cal as she starts to open her mouth. He quirks an eyebrow a little curiously before turning to the room. At Reth's words, he raises his crossbow and stays in the doorway, letting reth go first.

Init 14

Atherton follows Reth wordlessly, staying a few paces back to avoid the worst of the smell emanating from Reth.

Although he lounges against the wall with casual apathy, Atherton's eyes constantly dart about the room and he listens for anything suspicious. Perception 17

Atherton leans back against the wall, idly toying with his crossbow as a faint smirk plays at his lips. "Go for it."

Speaking of Cal, where is she? She hasn't posted for a while. Did I miss something on the discussion thread?

Not squeamish, just lazy and apathetic.

Atherton looks at the bodies for a moment before glancing at Ward "Have fun with that. Let me know if you find something important."

Atherton takes a step further back, his cold smile twisting into an irritated sneer as his crossbow bolt flies wild.
Missed with a 9

bump

"True" Atherton says, smiling coldly at Reth for a fraction of a second before raising his crossbow and firing at the repulsive creature. "You're worse." he finishes, reloading his crossbow.
Attack 20 (16,4); Damage 4

"Sounds like its calling for you Reth." Atherton comments, his tone taking on a slightly nasty edge as he loads his crossbow.

Sorry its been a while; I'm moving so I've been busy.

Atherton looks speculatively at the beast and then glances furitively at Saamer. In an undertone, he replies to Reth "We could get him to go first, and then surprise that thing while it chases him."

Atherton watches the creature with distaste "I say we try to sneak past it."
From a positioning standpoint, is it possible to sneak past it?

Atherton toys with his crossbow, watching the derro coldly "We should kill him or leave him bound here. Letting him go would be foolish."

I was waiting for Cal to start off the interrogation, but I guess I'll do it.

Atherton smiles at the little Derro, although his eyes remain cold.
"You got a name? I'm Atherton, and my friends and I are a little curious as to why you decided it would be a good idea to attack us."
Atherton pauses for a moment and meets the small creatures eyes again "Oh, and while we're at it, I was wondering if you might be the little thief that stole a book from my shop."

Diplomacy 13 Can I try Intimidate?

In my last post I said I started searching and binding the derro.

Atherton snorts derisively at the priest's story and mutters something that sounds like 'And I'm the Saint of Magnimar.' while he reoves a length of rope from his pack and binds the wrists and ankles of the surviving Derro.

Atherton shrugs after a moment and lowers his crossbow, seeming to decide that its better to test the man's trustworthiness when he's healing Reth.
Still holding his crossbow, he goes over and searches the derros' bodies.

Atherton fires at the Derro Attack 22 Dmg 3, turning as he reloads to face the newcomer and raising it to face level.
Atherton eyes the man in clerical vestments suspiciously "Far enough."
Addressing the others, he says "Think he has what we need? Or should I shoot him."

Yay! Welcome back Cal! :D
Atherton sighs irritably as Reth speaks, finally turning to glare at him, growling "Would you shut the f&%& up? We have a job to do."
He seems on edge, more so than usual as they walk through Potter's Ward. Every few seconds he looks over his shoulder, keeping his hand on his crossbow.
He tenses for a moment when Zellara manifests, raising his crossbow a few inches before recognizing her and lowering the crossbow slightly.
"Lets get this over with so we can get out of here."

Bah, failed both perception checks.

Atherton scowls at the Marshall, turning and stalking from the room "None of your business."

From his place by the door, Atherton watches the elderly shoanti speak, his eyes narrowed. At the mention on the Dead Warrens, an look of obvious dislike crosses Atherton's face, tinged perhaps, with almost imperceptible fear.

Still been really busy. And I've come down with something, just to make things a little more fun.

Atherton walks behind Reth and the others as they make their way to the citadel, remaining silent. He listens idly while Reth speaks to the marshal, wiping a bit of blood and grime away from the scrapes and scratches on his face. 'Damnable song. Just what I needed to hear.

Atherton grunts, stumbling to his feet. "Yes. Lets get her to the Marshall." he says, his patience clearly wearing thin. "I want to get this damned job over with."

Will 8

Atherton stumbles a little as the simple lullaby washes over him, his strides become slow and his vision a bit unfocused. Looking back he sees Cal singing that song he remembers so well. "Son of a b%!~!." he says softly, falling to the cobbled rooftop.

"Oh, for f+!&'s sake." Atherton growls, frustrated by the girl's evasion. Grabbing his crossbow from its strap at his belt, he hastily takes aim and fires at the fleeing woman, trying to land a bolt in one of her legs.

Atk 21; Dmg 2

Sorry; sort of a crazy few days visiting some friends.

Atherton snarls as the custard hits him. "Keep it up darling, and we'll leave you to the mob's justice. Just. Hold. Still."

Grapple 6

Atherton curses as he sees Cal fall victim to the woman's spell. He darts nimbly across the rooftops, taking advantage of the skills built from dozens of quick escapes across the Shingles.
Tumble 1 23 Tumble 2 22 Sorry, I was away for a few days.

Once out of the window, Atherton edges his way along the narrow ledge "Try not to do anything that'll get the attention of our friends down there."
Keeping his crossbow in hand, he follows their quarry.
Balance 16

Atherton sighs "She did. Let's go before they get here."

Home rolled a Perception check (16); IC isn't playing nice today.
Atherton glances around, looking for any obvious clues as to where their quarry went. "She had the right idea; there's a mob coming and I don't want to be here when they arrive."

*sigh* Got a 10 on my Will save

"We're about to have company. Angry company." Atherton says from the doorway.

Nevyn and Ward

"Come on, come on." Atherton mutters as he watches the angry crowd. After a moment he stands away from the wall "Come on. We're going in there. Try to look like you belong."
He slips into the street, hurrying towards the building, trying to act like just another of the angry mob.

Initiative 19; Bluff 27 Yay! IC didn'tbetray me.