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Avax grunts and grits his teeth as he sees the sight of his own blood. "Damn Spiders" He thought. Perhaps he would have been better off facing the gallows. Never-the-less, he was a fighter, and so instinctively he did his best to deliver a strong kick before continuing to scramble up the webbing.
"Argh!" The noise comes out of a guttural place as quickly the floor gives way beneath him, he catches himself on some webbing, and then he notices the multiple-eyed monster looming below. Quickly he scrambles for Calathes' rope and begins to scale the wall. " Pull me up, pull me up, pull me up." He repeats in a low murmur, and it isn't clear if he's talking to the party or commanding his own body to work harder
Guys I want to apologize for disappearing on you for a while there.Real life just got weirdly busy and it was unfair not to give you guys a heads up. If it becomes a real problem I'll bow out to avoid impeding the campaign, but I really enjoy the character and the game and intend to try to approach it with enthusiasm. I feel like Krazok and Avax could evolve into friendly rivals, they both just seem to have there own form of machismo that meshes and clashes at the same time, as weird as that sounds. And I'm confident there's room for growth amonst the entire party.
As Avax busies himself with lighting up one of his torches so that he can see in the underground expanse, he notices Krazok watching him closely and lets out an exasperated sigh. Clearly the initial meeting had left a sour taste in the original group's mouth. " Look." He begins as he moves forward through the tunnels, swapping left and right in precisely measured movements to clear the webbing in his path with one hand and keeping the torch steady in the other." Clearly we got off on the wrong foot, But I'm a man of action, and You're the one down here with me, and I know you can respect that." He seems to struggle with the words and admission of guilt. " Never-the-less, Keep a close eye on me if you'd like. I won't put a knife in your back, and maybe you'll learn a thing or two. Let's see what we can find though, what do you say?" He finishes his would-be- apology with a jab at the warrior's ego and moves forward with a smile on his face.
Well it seems Calathes missed the cue. I saw it, but I'm a little confused. Why are we playing out the scene of the initial meeting now, especially while doing something else?
As he clears out quite a bit of the web in front of him, grabbing the silky stuff up in hand-fills and yanking with all his might, what he had spotted becomes more and more visible. "There's a tunnel here, leading south it seems." Avax explains in response to Krazok's question. "Anything worthwhile on those stiffs before we see where this goes?" he asks, jutting his thumb in the direction of the webbed corpses.
Avax peers long and hard into the spider-web choked pit before him as the big lizard, the small lizard, and the fuzzy little gnome descended. He smiled and muttered something under his breath about this seeming like a bad joke before he too lowered himself down into the tangle of webs.
Once to the bottom his eyes are first drawn to the cocooned bodies and obscured items. He shrugged at the little spiders, and did his best to avoid provoking them. " Lets see what we have here..." His voice trails off slightly as he shifts a few layers of webbing.
Axax wears a sour look of disappointment on his face as he arrives just in time to see the creature shriek and die. "Damn, and I was hoping to break a little sweat." He commented out loud and accompanied it with a hearty chuckle. The echoes of his laughter resounded around the strewn field of remains, one could almost hear the bones rattle. After a moment, an eerie quiet settles over the the scene and Avax scans the horizon with his hands balled into tight fists. " I've got a bad feeling about this." He mutters under his breath to the redheaded elf at his side, the student of war likely could appreciate their vulnerable position in the middle of this 'killing field'. Keep those big peepers of yours peeled." He warns.
I think I have the profile lined out, thanks for the assist in formatting!
"That's the way, elf!" He shouts out as he drops the crossbow and moves forward.
The gruff monk looks down and gives the little lizard a smile, even amongst the chaos of battle. "Hold tight!" He warns, before following behind his companions steps.
Avax takes the round to reload his crossbow with another shot, and locate the traps so that he can avoid them.
Avax readies a bolt in his heavy crossbow and steadies his aim "There's the beast" He mutters to himself while looking down the sights. He pulls the trigger swiftly and sends the bolt hurling through the air towards the arachnid.
Once his companions point out the immediate danger that face, Avax readies a bolt in his heavy crossbow and steadies his aim near the summoned elemental as he awaits the next move. "Spiders, it had to be spiders" The gruff man grumbled.
Avax walks more or less quietly with his new found companions. If asked about how he came to be an adventurer, he explains how he learned his arts in gladiatorial rings fighting against man and monster. " When that ceased to challenge me, I sat out walking, ready to face the next real challenge." He explained. He squints his eyes and takes in the gruesome scene of remains amongst the area. " Hold up" He warns. " , lets not walk into the same fate as these old bones. Keep your eyes peeled."
He tries to follow his own advice, but the setting sun reflects just right off of the white bones, and Leaves Avax effectively blind.
Just getting back and catching up on what I missed, I'll process all of that and get a post up tonight or in the morning. Hope everyone's had a wonderful weekend!
by the way, sorry for short notice, but I'll be at at a music festival camping from tomorrow afternoon till Sunday afternoon. I will most likely not be able to make any posts, but I'll make a swift recovery sunday night and have something up in response to what I've missed. Thanks, sorry again to spring it on you only a day in advance.
Avax, being a student of behavior and nonverbal cues from his time in cage matches, easily picks up on the boy's eagerness as does Calathes. Avax chooses to hold his tongue, seeing clearly that the half elf had a much better grasp of honeyed words than himself.
" I'd like to arrange a guide to lead us to the south and connect with the expedition that left out this morn." He says simply after a spirited shake of the young man's hand.
"Aye we best see about hiring a tracker and a couple of horses to make up for lost time." He states calmly, albeit clearly a little disappointed with his ineptitude.
"Very little I'm afraid." he said simply, digging into his pack he produced a simple map and how own small journal that seemed to have the makings of a map scrawled across the page " I've a passing interest I suppose...let's see what we can find." With that he waves to the captain and makes a few notes on his personal map as he goes, making a landmark of Oleg's outpost. He turns his attention south and heads out. He attempts to pick up a trail but is confident that if he keeps going, he'll find what he seeks.
"Aye." He seems to find the half-elf's question agreeable. " Shall we just take the path South then?" As he asks of Kesten, he keeps his eyes on the crimson-haired man of steel who it seemed would be his new traveling companion. How the mass of metal didn't bog the man down in these parts was beyond Avax. If he could fight in the Stolen Lands in such garb, then clearly he was a man who Avax should keep on his good side. On the other hand, if he did prove to be ineffective, Avax would do his best to give him a good burial and sell his particularly fine gear to the highest bidder. "Hmm" He muttered to himself.
Hello everyone, happy to be aboard!
Axax had emerged from the wilderness with his pack and crossbow slung across his back. In his hand he carried a simple staff, a walking stick even perhaps, and he leaned on the oak generously. His physique showed no signs of weakness however. He stood taller than most men and seemed to consist only of hair and muscle. Various scars and simple tattoos adorned the mostly exposed flesh of the redheaded man. He wears loose trousers of fine quality, a thick coil of hemp rope and a wide sash secure them around his waist. He wears no shirt, simple boots of leather, and a set of leather armbands. The scarred and worn armbands on the thickly coiled forearms of Avax have clearly seen rough use, and are constructed out of coarse leather and fastened with thick leather straps. He makes his way quickly to the side of Calathes as he greets the Captain of the Guard at Oleg's outpost. " A pleasure to meet you both, Desna smiles when redheads gather." he recited to Calathes with a genuine smile. " It's what me dear old mother used to say." he assured. The two warriors seemed to have little in common beyond the hue of their hair. Avax wore nothing more than cloth, while Calathes was adorned in a steel-skin. The half-elf moved with grace and elegance, while Avax seemed much more loose, ready to "roll with the punches" as it were. He turned to the guard and offered a chance to shake hands and check his forearms for any concealed blades. " Avax is the name. I made the trek from the Five-River Kingdoms with the same goal as our pointy-eared peer. I am a brawler by trade, I've come to hone my skills on the wild front and assist in any way I can."
Perhaps Avax is his alias! are we assumed to have the copy of the charter to join in the expedition or is it more a matter of a couple of freelancers working their way in?
Something along these lines: Avax was born the youngest male to a family of farmers in southern Rostland. His early life was one of hard work and toil, and simple pleasures. He fought with his brothers for fun, and then the neighbors kids. At times he would even wrestle the livestock. This saw him grow into a young man who was tough as an ox. He found his way into larger cities and fisticuffs events ranging from underground bar brawls to gladiatorial matches. He made a respectable fortune on the prizes, eventually finding his way to Riddleport. Here was his pitfall, in that he had a gambling addiction, a simple farm boy thrust into wealth he had never imagined. Soon, he owed more than he could pay. He turned to thuggery to try to support his habit. It wasn't long before he was a very wanted man, by both the law and the criminal groups he owed money or favors to. Sensing the heat bearing down on him, he fled back to Rostland. Upon arriving, a family friend arranged a ride into the southern wilderness and set him up with a charter for exploration. Avax is to join an expedition already in progress. He welcomes the chance to test his abilities, to lay low, and to amass wealth and fame.
Bare bones of Avax, my martial artist monk coming along. Eyeing the Brigand campaign trait, I think. |
