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"T think the orc speaks for us all. Incidentally, I never thought I would utter those words! Let us saddle up, raise sails, hoist petards, and get this princess saved!' He is sold on the idea, if a princes wasnt enough, the mention of slaying giants sent him over the top. "One question, good sir!" he adds. "This princess, is she wedded?"
"Indeed," Aubec intones, "I feel the exact same way! I will not kill, but to strike down evil. I will not take, but the spoils of the fallen evil."
"Ha! I think what the gilded pick is implying is that someone, we perhaps, have already slain said dragon? Or do you, Alavertus, plan on weilding blade and shield in this epic battle?" Aubec's eyes mist over for a moment as he poders the glory of a dragon-slaying. A slight crease of his brow, as his image of Alavertus, scooping his hard-won gold into bags. "Hmm..." he ponders, tapping his hands on the table impatiently.
Aubec will walk up the steps, last or twoards the end if others dally, but before going into or on the vessel, he will scan for evil one last time, first towards the shore then towards the boat. If he sense evil he will attemopt to follow where he senses lesd him Spot: spot (1d20=17)+2=19 Search: search (1d20=17)+1=18
Aubec casts his eye about the ship, dock, dockyards, sea, and sky, in his never-ending effort to find evil to slay. spot (1d20=15) +2 = 17. Aubec will detect evil on anything that catches his eye. Otherwise he will wait patiently. Evil is sure to come, evil ALWAYS comes.
"Hi ho, let us go!" Aubec chortles mirthfully. He cracks his bulbous knuckles and stands. He shifts his mighty blade so the pommel points forward at his hip, whilst the leather wrapped slab of cold steel swings out behind him. He chooses to buy no goods, having faith that the powers of divinity will see fit to supply him with all his needs. And hopefully more. For the church of course.
Throughout the day, Aubec the Brazen has looked upon all he has seen with a crooked smile and a raised eyebrow. Strange folk acting stranger he keeps thinking, marvelling at such an odd place. The inn meets his satisfaction instantly. He nods at the free rates, chuckles at the cost of food, and appreciates the up-front nature of the busines. He will also inspect the lodgings themselves, and pick such a room as meets his taste. He is both glad of it, but also angry that the town should be so well run that even monsters he would ordinarily attack on sight seem to go about their mundane lives in peace. His mind reels to see a living breathing drow, elves of legend, of infamy. Within minutes, he has exhausted his intuitive ability to detect evil in even perfect strangers. He becomes numb to their puropse, and must accept all the mayor says. Such a strange place... "Boar and water" he tells the tavern-keep. I expect we'll hear from the mayor the moment the sails are spotted, fellows. No worries there. let us enjoy a feast and discuss our plans." Aubec pulls up a chair and slouches into it, hilt of his blade towering above him. "My plan, for instance, is to find out if the work this Charles has is worth my time. To battle evil is my purpose, and if he has a problem I can help him solve, then I am ready." With a huge grin, Brazen Aubec, bronzed armour glinting liked polished brass in the afternoon sun "If that work includes mayhem, havoc, and war, then all...the...better..."
Merely having () Aubec crosses his arms to listen to the exchange with the mayor. His mind wanders, but then as he finds himself watching the evil scowl of the wolf, he thinks By Cuthbert, he's right, what is a winter wolf doing here? He will then attempt to detect evil in the wolf, by giving it a menacing look and growling, then "Bark!" he shouts.
Aubec eyes the fellow skeptically as he goes around shaking hands. "I too am a knight, of justice. We should get along well if you run a just town Mayor, but I must warn you, I seek out injustice, and when I find it, I deal with it." He pats his behemoth blade. "I will be happy to make full reports of my findings, and when possible, will call upon you or your deputies to oversee my findings." "But now, would you be so kind yo escort us to this Charles, or at lest point the way?"
Aubec laughs at the antics of his new-found friends. "Oh my, we are a sassy bunch!" he says, going to chuck the dwarf on the shoulder, but laughing all the harder when the surly dwarf tightens his grip and shoots a glare his way. "Anyhow, nice badger, my green-skinned friend. We are indeed on this adventure, and if like us, you intend to push back the shadow, one courageous deed ata time, then please be welcome to join our humble party," so saying Aubec spreads his arms wide. He turns to the roguish man standing near him. "It takes all kinds, hmm, Alvertus was it?"
I shall of course serve wherever I am needed, but my preference is to be at the forefront of any battle, cleaving aside the minions of evil. That is not, however, to say that I am battle happy. There is a time and a place for a sharp, swift blade and a time for a fitly spoken word. When you choose the proper tool for each battle, the Valiant smiles his approval. I envision a blade storm of fury between the cleric and I, and appreciate the mage's handling of light. I also approve the casting of light 'pon my sword or helm as necessary. Let Sir Muerdon cower our enemies with his diplomacy, but when intimidation is called for, I am there. As for the round roguish fellow, maybe he would like to loll ahead, out of our radiant light.Bows to the dwarf an honor, brother. I hope our journeys together fund many temples to your dwarf-father. By Cuthbert, what a fine bunch of fellows we have here! Now then, whats this about a letter? A boat...?
Hello, my Name is Aubec and I am here to slay the evil and punish the wicked. All paladins try to bring their foe to justice, I carry justice on my back. In fact, the only two items I own are on my back, my chain shirt and my two-handed sword. For the rest, I either do without or take the spoils of my vanquished enemies. |
