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Buckwell gasps in pain as the monster's mandibles close on his thigh. Digging his fingers into the ground he attempts to prevent the creature dragging him into it's lair, all to no avail.
Perception check:
Buckwell stares intently into the fire he just created as the others settle in for the cold, wet morning. He snaps himself out of his reverie as the weather breaks and follows the others outside. He saddles Jynx, his pony, and rides out with the rest, keeping to the rear of the little column.
At the loud CRACK of thunder Buckwell looks up at the ominous clouds and makes his way to the bunkhouse. Gathering some wood in the fireplace he snaps his fingers, producing small sparks from his fingertips which ignites the wood soon producing a roaring fire.
"Wait a mniute, Misstress. You can create water and we're here drinking stale rainwatwer?" Standing back a little from the table Buckwell spreads open his arms and looks up to the sky with his mouth slightly agape "Hit me" he says.
Buckwell wakes up to find himself lying on the ground outside surrounded by other bodies, only the sound of snoring indicates that they are still alive. "Where am I? And who put all these little socks on my teeth and how did I sleep through it?" A quick pat of his head assures him that all the pieces of his skull are still there and in the correct spots "Water..." he manages to croak out over a parched tonuge.
Fortitude save:
Buckwell bites back his retort "Little one? I'll have you know I'm considered quite tall amongst my people." and instead smiles at the guard captain "Yes, sir I was. We have recently arrived under orders from the Swordlords and I wish to present to you our credentials" so saying Buckwell reaches into his pack and produces his copy of the chrater and presents it to Captain Garess. As Mikka and Hod verbally spar with one another, Buckwell sits slightly bemused by the whole affair until the threat of bloodshed is made"Now, now boys. There will be plenty of other worthy opponents to fight, we don't need to pick one with each other. My temper can burn as hot, or even hotter, than anyone's but there is a time and a place for everything and this is neither. We are definitely off to a bad showing amongst our new companions."
"Captain Garess? Yes, as the Swordlords representative out here we should present our credentials to him post haste." Buckwell begins to search out the captain of the guards, leaving a somewhat resigned looking pony standing in the middle of the courtyard.
Buckwell dismounts from his pony and looks over the fortress, the red streaks in his orange hair seem to ripple as he bobs his head up and down in quiet fascination before sweeping those assembled with his ice blue eyes. As he makes eye contact with each person you notice strange gold flecks which seem to float randomly about the colored portion of his eyes.
Buckwell looks up at Mikka's statement and sees the fort in the distance and thinks to himself "Finally! Maybe now I'll get some respite from Mikka's incesant chattering." He reaches down and pats Jynx's neck before flicking the reins and urging the little pony into a trot "Last one in buys the first round." he shouts over his shoulder.
Enlist or be prosecuted.
"A chair is very good at being a chair, it doesn't have any pretensions to be anything other than what it is." "I'm afraid you have Gnomish women confused with Dwarven women. Gnomish women are quite beautiful, just ask Lini."
"Well, you're certainly not waiting on me, mate. You're not pretty enough to wait on me!" "I'll have you know, that for your edification, I'm considered quite handsome by Gnomish standards."
Are we waiting on Bertious to join us?
Thanks for the warm welcome.
Thank you for the invite. I'll get a proper profile up later, but for now this should do. |
