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Checked the sheet, I didn't take the racial feat option. I took the VMC for Cavalier taking the Order of the Tome. I specifically took the racial feat because I personally love fast learner. Unfortunately to me the monk favored class option isn't as good as the hp or skill point for Baelir so just taking an extra hp and skill point at every level is fantastic. You can also put me on callback as well. I think I like how Baelir's build came out and his character would come to me as we play. He acts somewhat droll and as a drunk because that's what people expect of him. His mind is full of wonders and experience from reading contraband books, if only he could tell someone, he would finally have some more friends.
You could even add in a Maestro blooded Sorcerer for the full caster.
To the discussion of weapons, what weapons? Baelir can use his fists... and his crowbar, and a protesters torch, and that guys wooden leg, and... Added his background skills, bringing his total to 9 skill ranks. His background skills are knowledge religion and his profession, which is shopkeep or merchant, whichever one fits. He's got a good bag of tricks up his sleeve, although I think his backstory needs some rewording.
Baelir's ears perk up at the mentioning of understanding. He cocks an eyebrow and smiles. "Hey, I'm human... mostly. As for the woman part that I can't do but I do know how to read people very well. It comes with the sword. You have to be able to judge people's intentions and read the mood." -Posted with Wayfinder
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Baelir tests his weight on a floorboard, hearing the squeak he shakes his head. "I do not trust this, I'm a bit too heavy for these worn out boards. Granted I'm a bit heavier than most of you." He gives himself a little laugh. After all what fun is life if you cannot laugh at yourself.
Baelir lifts up the tent before looking at the spear or net. Food was more important so he grabbed the net. "Anything else of value in those lockers? Perhaps if we can access it, the captain's quarters will have some waterproof cases with maps or just shiny objects." -Posted with Wayfinder
Cleaning and sheathing his blade, Baelir picks up his morningstar and frowns at the balance. "Aside from the obvious uses, a towel has a lot of uses. You can rip it up to make bandages, use it to make a small blanket if it gets too cold and you are without your sleeping gear or sleep on top of it if the ground is a bit harder than you'd like, fold it up like a bindle and carry things around with it, soak it in cool water and wrap it around a burn, the list goes on and on. We shouldn't dawdle for too long or else we will lose the light of day."
Baelir picks up his morningstar and wipes his dagger on a zombies clothes. "Mum always said make sure you bring a dagger or blade of some kind. And a towel. Not so sure about the second one but a blade has been very handy. Unfortunately I only have the one dagger so if we ever come across another set of these undead I can't loan this out."
Baelir steps to the side of the zombie before cutting with his dagger. "Such a tiny blade can be such a cruel weakness. Taste my blade!"
Baelir drops his morningstar and draws his short dagger from his boot provoking 2 attacks of opportunity before swinging his dagger using the cutting blade. "Maybe I can get an edge in with this!"
Baelir seings the heavy morningstar and feels his attack hit home. Unfortunately for him, the creatures seemed a bit more resistant than he thought. "I may have to resort to another weapon, will a dagger work? While weaker, the blade can also be used to slice." -Posted with Wayfinder
Baelir steps carefully to the side of the zombie and turns to the one facing Kasia and Albawar swinging his morningstar as he turned. "Let's try and focus our attacks on one at a time. That way we can bring them down a bit faster. Oh, clumsy weapon, by the gods why do I seem to still be affected by that poison."
Merry Xmas for those who watched Futirama. -Posted with Wayfinder
Moving in close to the zombie Baelir swings his morningstar. The weapons heavy head should do some hefty damage if it connects. "It appears to be some sort of undead creature too foul to walk this earth. We should let the soul rest by putting the creature out of it's misery."
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"I believe we should check out this wreck before anything happens to it. You never know what supplies might still be left, maybe some of the more mystical devices that can be found on the high seas are still in working condition." Sheathing his blade, Baelir readies his morningstar instead. The heft of the weapon felt more comfortable than the thin blade of the rapier.
Looking the ship over Baelir ponders out loud. "If the ship is old, how long do you think it will stay there like that? It might get washed away with the tides or in a heavy storm."
"Alright, where to from here. I think we should keep moving forward."
Thinking for a moment, Baelir has a plan. He pulls out some rope and finds a sturdy tree. "Okay, how about compromise then. We tie this man to a tree, and leave. If his tribe finds him he lives, if nature takes him then it was meant to be. Simple, crude, a bit cold-hearted, but his fate should rest with the gods. If he escapes his bonds we will be long gone by then."
Baelir lowers his rapier. He sheathes the weapon before kneeling down ready to undo the bindings. "I really don't think we should keep this one around. Even for study, that seems very wrong. Holding him against his will just for the sake of learning a few tidbits about this island seems unnecessary. Wouldn't it be better to show mercy in hopes of fostering a future friendship? We can also offer death, but I will not kill a man who is defenseless." He chuckles a bit before continuing. "I may seem a bit hypocritical for this, but I do have a sense of honor. Let's let him go, if we run into him later we can share a drink and laugh about this later, even if we can't understand one another."
Baelir stands over the unconscious cannibal with his blade raised to the man in case of more danger. "What do we intend to do with this one? Bringing him back to camp would simply add another mouth to feed if we have way to communicate."
Baelir moves around to strike the cannibal but fumbles with his sword. His eyes go wide when he realizes how poorly his swing is. Did somebody grease the handle of my blade?
Moving to the back of the party to defend from the cannibals Baelir draws his blade. Cursing under his breath he thrusts the blade forward. He's never had to kill a person before, and he didn't want to start now. Maybe I could just wound him heavily
Near the front of the party, Baelir keeps a watchful eye. Rapier drawn in case of danger. "So tell me Lormo, what do you expect we'll find at this section of the island?"
Being rather quiet for someone his size, Baelir wanders up behind Lormo and wraps one arm around his shoulder. "I hear a lot of talking about theory but nothing about doing. Lormo it's decided. I am going to teach you how to live." Looking back at the camp he smiles, even though the elf is still under his wing. "You did a good thing, reassuring them of our success. That's a smart move, if you were the villainous type, which I hope you aren't, you would use that to gain leverage upon our success. Now then, as for us? We will use that to garner favor not favors. Any questions?"
Stroking the stubbles on his chin Baelir nods. "We should get going then. Until we meet again ladies." He bows while removing his hat in large sweeping gestures before grabbing his pack and sack.
The half-orc rolls out of his hammock, still half asleep Baelir does not look his best. It takes more than charm to make his appearance match his personality. "Is everyone still here? Is everyone alright?" A few moments later after rubbing the sand out of his eyes and donning his coat and hat he looks a little more awake. Stretching his long arms he looks around and scratches his back. "Any chance anybody has coffee or tea aside from myself?"
Baelir wanders back to his hammock. "Keep your zoo away from those of us sleeping and I think the lizards will be very helpful. I'm going to catch some more sleep before my shift." Resting his morningstar against a tree the half orc nimbly rolls into his hammock and begins to snore softly.
They want a zoo? Well, I might as well try. The half orc aims his next blow carefully trying not to hurt the beast. "The second it actually bites someone I will not be using such a light touch." nonlethal.
The half-orc stirs awake at the sound of lizard. "Wha... lizard? I'll get my morningstar, but then it's back to bed." Baelir stands up and grabs his morningstar from nearby. No armor, no shield, might as well act like the barbarian my race is known for. He grasps the morningstar in two hands waiting for a chance to attack.
Dew is a great and especially CLEAN source of water if you are lost. Perfectly drinkable.
A smirk passes over Baelir's face. "Second watch suits me perfectly, it will give me some time to dry out my tea. Honest pay for honest work Mosi, I like that."
"I won't take first watch as the light is still dying. My eyes can pierce through the darkness so second or third watch would be better suited for someone like myself." Baelir finishes hanging his hammock and setting it with his bedroll. Just because one is out in the wilderness doesn't mean you can't be comfortable.
Hmm a good chance, but I wonder where Ishirou is. Sitting down next to Sasha Baelir listens to the story intently. He loved stories, particularly ones of swashbuckling pirates and daring adventures. His mother's stories were his favorites, if only he could remember how she told them. He leans over and whispers to Sasha "And how are you today lovely Sasha? Have you seen Ishirou about? I have some tea I'd like to dry out and possibly share with the man."
Leaning down to the woman's height, the tall half-orc speaks, calmly. Something not present in a lot of his kin. "Lormo is correct, there are eleven of us now. While we may have enough food on our persons for one night I was thinking we could take a barrel or crate and turn it into a place to smoke meat and make jerky. Something that will last a while in case we cannot gather the necessary materials for a fresh meal. Would you agree to an idea such as Ms. Kasia? I am more than willing to go hungry if others cannot eat, I'm a big guy. But if we can ease the minds of the others with a sense of security, even if it is something as simple as enough food in case of an emergency, we should help them." He smiles his tusky grin.
Baelir looks questioningly at his morningstar, is Milani upset with him for some reason? Well perhaps putting himself in more danger than he should be would put him in a bad light. "We should also probably put it in a pot before it starts to attract insects."
Round 2 Stepping to the side of the snake the half-orc spins his morningstar a few times before taking a swing at the snake. "Aha, it is a good day for snake. Stay there Albawar perhaps this will finish it off!"
Baelir attempts to put his shield between himself and the snake as he stumbles over his feet to get into an advantageous position.
Hopefully still in a fighting position and now flanking with Albawar the half orc fumbles with his morningstar as it thuds into the ground beside the snake.
Combat grid seems to be up, the WotR game that Cloony and myself are in the gm has a pretty good handle on initiative. Check it out if you need any ideas.
Grabbing his hat and leaving his cloak in the care of others Baelir gets ready to move out. "Mosi, maybe you can shoot it out of the tree, when it comes down we can surround it and catch some dinner."
Camp should be okay but we should have a formation. |