I'm sorry to hear that. I hope your life situation improves. For what it's worth, this looked like it was shaping up to be pretty fun.
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Everything okay, GM? Are you still interested in this game?
"WOW! That was an amazing entrance! How long were you standing out there? How did you know seven riddles had been asked already? Your riddle didn't posit we think we know everything, so you're clearly wiser than the rest of this bunch. Are you Odin? You gotta tell us if you're Odin. It's in the rules. I'm a big fan. Loki is more fun, but you're not bad yourself."
"I dunno, Faolan. My carriage is awfully fast, and auditions are usually fairly stationary. It would be easy!"
"Strange, Faolan. I think I would prefer to arrive by carriage."
"Awfully preachy for a dwarf." Bjorn assumes a shape that is identical to the dwarf. "Like a mirror, my heart truly reflects your own."
"Stab them in the ears. They don't need to worry about the noise, and now they have bigger problems to unite them."
"I'm with Faolan. I can't say anything about his character one way or the other, but this seems like the kind of guy who should get the snip. With such eclectic tastes, it'd be safer for all the ladies."
Bjron furrows his eyebrows at the riddle. "You keep insisting that we think we know everything, but I assure you, that is not the case." He assumes the form of a tall buxom beauty, with twin blonde braids down to the waist. "If I had to, though, I'd probably try to seduce the old goat, then hide as the wife does the job for me."
"Easy. They're all dunces on multiple accounts. Only an idiot argues the irrelevant. Besides, don't the gods rule over man anyway?"
"Rats, the door didn't freeze over properly. I mean, welcome in, have a drink!"
"I once had a friend who incessantly asked such silly questions. Myer Briggs, I think it was. No fun at parties, though a decent judge of character. In this particular case, I believe you've presented us with a false choice. Why can't it be disgraceful and correct?"
"Hmm... Doesn't sound very consensual to me. I expect this is a decision she will ultimately make him regret, whether he would naturally or not."
Bjorn's jaw drops in awe at Ynjan's suspicions. "That's the best idea I've heard in ages! You've a devious mind and a generous spirit! I've decided I like you." Bjorn pats around his person, looking for some money. He fishes out a few coins from a pocket and hands them to Sven. "Here ya go, big boy. I hope that makes it all better." He hesitates as Sven takes the coins. "Wait... No nevermind, it's probably fine. I'm reasonably certain I keep my cursed coins in a different pocket. If things, other than wolfie over here, start changing color, you may wish to consult a doctor. Or a mortician. Like I said, I'm sure it's fine." Byggvir seems like an entertaining fellow, and Bjorn is more than happy to participate in the game.
As soon as Sven sneezes, Bjorn shouts out, "Nailed it!" When he comes over, he laughs at the big man and slaps him on the back. "They're the worst, aren't they? Alright Ynjan, you can give him my winnings. He looks like he could use another drink or two or three."
A pixie pops out of Bjorn's ear and jumps down his shirt, spinning around until coming to a rest around his belly-button. "Believe it or not, it came from drinking too much with what turns out to have been a fey prince. Do you have any idea how hard it is to rid yourself of these buggers? It's not without its perks, though. See that big guy over there ? I bet you 5 gold I can make him sneeze." A garish pink arrow shoots out of Bjorn, circles around a bit, then vertically goes down onto Sven.
With a wide grin, he extends his hand genially. "Name's Bjorn! I do impressions. Now about that drink..."
Bjorn notes Ynjan's fancy clothes and uses disguise self to match him as best as possible.
He also approaches the halfling. "On the other hand, maybe you've had enough to drink. You're seeing double."
Bjorn tumbles through the door, shivering to get warm again. To nobody in particular, "Brr! It sure is something out there, isn't it? I haven't been this cold since the last time I was this cold!" He moves toward a table before a twinkle hits his eye, and he turns around. He opens the door once again, briefly, to cast create water on the front of the door and the stoop. He shuts the door and once again seeks out a seat, chuckling to himself.
Okay, it's not a lot of background, but I've got some fluff now. Basically, he's got a bad case of pixie infestation, and his goal in life is to make people laugh and smile as much as possible. His signature trick is to use his disguise self ability to confuse and amuse.
I submit Bjorn Gladlock, oracle of whimsy. He's mostly done on the crunch, I still need to work on the fluff. Any rulings on traits or background skills? |