"All I care about is my freedom, if accomplishing this task for you gets me closer, then so be it."
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Barakus moves to C1 to avoid shooting through compatriots and lets the bolt fly at the small dogfaced imp.
Barakus covers anyone going near the goat with his crossbow, he'll remain where he is.
Barakus draws his crossbow and heads into the thicket.
Barakus bows to Almah and gathers his weapons and equipment.
"A wizard's wagon...who knows what kinds of deviltry went on in there." Barakus mumbles.
"How..."hard" can we ask these questions?" Barakus asks, cracking his knuckles.
"I am Barakus."Barakus nods to the mercs, expectantly.
Do the mercs respond to my question?
"Any idea what caused the blaze?" Barakus asks the group of mercs he assisted with the wagon.
No worries, family first.
With the wagon safely out of the way, Barakus runs to lend a hand to the bucket brigade.
Barakus runs to the mercenaries at the wagon, bellowing"On three you dogs, 1-2-3!"
Good to go.
"I'd swim through an ocean of dead gnolls if that's what it takes to get this job done."Barakus growls, half to himself. Realizing that it was aloud, he busies himself with checking the bolts for his crossbow.
Barakus tucks some food away for later, then draws an enormous falchion and sets to sharpening the blade while he listens to the others. His arms and armor are city issued, thought nearly antique. By the nicks and dings in the steel, it's clear they've seen their share of action. While he works, he hums an old Katapeshi work song under his breath.
The smell of cooking meat draws Barakus back from the edge of the camp. He pauses before the cook, almost as if he were waiting for permission to eat, before grinning and helping himself to the fare. Dropping to the sand closer to the fire he begins to stuff his face. "Gnolls are exciting," he grins toothily.
The half-orc stands with his back to the fire. Staring out into the expanse. His whole life he'd always been crowded, the slave pens, cells when he'd attempted escape. The sheer vastness of a landscape not crowded by buildings or throngs of people calls to something long asleep inside him.
What's the starting wealth?
My apologies as well, just got back from a wedding and was suprised to see I had been selected. Finalizing equipment, etc. |