Atticus Thallow's page

drunken_nomad wrote:

Heathansson wrote:

I'm saying nobody. Probably nothing. Conan the Cimmerian could whup anybody.

Hulk Smash puny Cimmerian!

Or the chestbursting, double-jawed aliens from the movie franchise. (Granted, there would have to be, like, ten thousand of the lil dudes)

Wolverine kilt the Hulk in a What if comic.

So Conan could too. Wolverine is just a scientific experiment to try and almost approximate Conan's badness, so Conan could do it.
Them aliens...Conan would probably have to get an outer space machinegun of the future, but he could whup them. He whupped that gorillaman with the red cloak on with his bare hands.

Wolvy and Conan faced off in a what if once as well, It was more or less a draw with between them with a slight edge to wolverine.

Gene-spliced Conan T Kirk takes the day though, I'm sure.

"'Twas more water than ale...he came to right quick, flailing around and shouting nonsense, but a few seconds and he was back in his right mind. Well, mostly. We're going fox-hunting in the morn'. How went your visit?"

"The stoutest of waters, at that... I'm anxious for sleep, and to hunt that blasted fox."

*Atticus is on standby until the morning*

"Aye, he also served a round on the elf's gold. Seems the folk could use a little cheering, though. I'm not much of a tracker, myself, but I'll do what I can do help. You'll have to wait until Atticus here wakes up--the lad doesn't seem to have much of a head for ale."

(Sorry about the wait, work's been...intense)

Atticus wakes up flailing his arms to and fro "The Sceptre!!" he exclaims as he realizes he's awake...Atticus perks up at the mention of the fox. "Tracking?! Wellllll yes I CAN track as a matter of fact! I used to track all sorts of things in my hometown, its amazing what you learn when you stop thinking and start watching." He stands up and addresses the crowd "Tell me where this fox has been, and on the morrow I and my erstwhile compatriots will see the fellow captured!

...Right Valgar, Valen?"

Valen looks at the man in astonishment, and frowns. "Well, it will gain us some friends, I suppose." he says to Atticus out of earshot of the innkeeper.

"Funny how money does that, isn't it?"

"That Foxsh, hesh a whiilly one."

Atticus drops his pack, takes off his coat and drapes it over the Valgar's plate, carefull to cover all the shiny bits. "That should help!" he says cheerily as he knocks on the door "Maybe our gold can make a difference here, the folks look like they sure could use it.

*after a brief inspection, you realize that Atticus has NO idea how to get his pack fastened correctly*

*Trudges off towards the Inn*

"Right, that makes a lot of sense" Atticus shifts his pack around on his shoulders "This pack sure is...heavy. Talisek, does yours chafe? Mine chafes..." Atticus begins walking towards the inn. "Valen, it sure is good of you to not be offended by all of this, hopefully we can change their disposition towards your people if you can help figure out what's going on here.

Atticus pauses for a moment at the grave, paying his respects, then turns to the rest of the group "I think we need to speak with the Porters."

Valen Starmantle wrote:

"Friends, do you think we could perhaps discover what happened here, to the child, I mean?"

"Sure, since we're here an' all. This place, though--y'know, I bin ta a few little farm towns, an' every one of 'em y' could hear kids out playin'. I don't care for this much."

He turns to Atticus. "Mayhap this is why y'were called here? Ta set right what can be?"

Atticus starts a bit, and stiffens "May be, Talisek... I can't abide by folks not having what they need, can't abide by that at all." he looks about restlessly "The West Wind blows, and that's always been an ill omen... something's amiss here. Let's look into the fate o' the child. Let's stop by the grave first, of course."

Me too on the Posted.

Atticus spins around awkwardly "Wha.... Well, a fox cannot be anything other then a Fox, right?" he looks up at the hill, and cocks his head to the side, as if listening to someone. "Well, Narcisse, that's quite a good question."

"Can't say as though I've ever danced much" *waddles about awkwardly* "err..... maybe I should try drinking instead?"

I'm good to go.

Alright then, I'll meet them on the path, I'm down for that.

Pumped for the game to start!

Maybe Maeve/Ben could help you out, he's got a good mind for this stuff.

Full Name Atticus Silverthane Thallow

Race Human

Classes/Levels Cleric Level One

Gender Male

Size Medium

Age 16

Strength 6
Dexterity 12
Constitution 7
Intelligence 6
Wisdom 16
Charisma 12

About Atticus Thallow

Atticus Thallow, Follower of the West Wind

"Atticus Silverthane Thallow was NOT destined for greatness." The folk of his home village of Enock would say. Born small to a sickly mother, his father a traveling vagabond, his early years in Enock were not kind to him. He grew smaller than most, and what little there was to learn of the world he seemed to be blissfully ignorant of. He was a fair enough looking child, but his odd demeanor and strangely insightful gaze alienated him from much of the towns populace. While other children were busy playing and running about he would stand on the small hill near his home for hours on end, arms outstretched, letting the west winds push softly against his small frame. He would hold long conversations with the wind, and though the townsfolk thought him strange, and his mother wished him normal, he spoke, laughed, and listened alone on the hill near his home.

Years later, in the dawning sunlight, Atticus set out from his rural village, heeding the call of the voice on the wind. "Now" it whispered through the trees, and his small frame carried him lithely towards the Temple of Freya in the tiny farming town of Lessef....

HP: 4
AC: 7
Thac0 : 19
Saving Throw: 15
Movement Rate: 12
XP Bonus: +10%

Weapon: Sling (1d4) Weight (1) 40 foot range.
Sling Stones (40) Weight (10)

Spell Memorized : Cure Light Wounds 1d6+1

Languages: Common

Turning Undead
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10 Skeleton, 13 Zombie, 16 Ghoul, 19 Shadow, 20 Wight

Notes
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+2 Save vs Paralyze, Poison.
Extra First Level Spell

Gear
Leather Armor -2 AC (5 gp / 25 Weight)
Shield -1 AC (15 gp / 10 Weight)
Hammer, War (1 gp / 10 Weight)
Holy Symbol, Wooden (1 gp)
Chalk, 3 pieces (15 sp)
Trail Rations (10 days) (50 sp)
Sling (2 sp / 5 Weight)
Sling Stones (10 Weight)

Total Weight - 60

Gold Spent 22 Gold, 67 Silver / 50 Gold

I was thinking he gets his power from an abstract force of nature, or that he doesn't actually know what it is at all. It's just always been there, gently guiding him.

Maeve and him, maybe they met on the road? Atticus would likely have walked blindly into an ambush, and Maeve saved his life... being the only other cleric he's ever seen, it would make sense that he would follow her, especially as her god is guiding her down the same path.

All of this look ok to you, Onimar?

By the way, I'm from Vermont, stationed in Grand Forks North Dakota currently. This is my first game in this system, so bear with me :-)