Old Horn looks at Cabri. Animals are normally rather hard to read, being animals and all, but Cabri swears the goat is looking at him with a mix of annoyance and contempt.
*Beeaahh!*
Thaddeus looks under the table. "Ah know he can't unnerstand yeh, but 'dat ain't no reason t'be rude, 'dere."
He turns back up to Cabri.
"No, he ain't part donkey. Like ah said 'bout knowin' exaggeration, yeh should learn t'recognise sarcasm. Ah say he's part donkey 'cause he's a real ass. Yes, he kin unnerstand yeh. Magic? Well, he's mah familiar, and Ah haven't met annuder goat smart's him, so Ah'd assume so."
"But yeh really need t'learn t'relax, 'dere. Sit back, have a drink. Yer enthusiasm is amusin', but it also seems t'get yeh in trouble more often' not. Slow down, think things through."...
"Oh!"
Cabri bows his head to the goat.
"Sorry Old Horn. I didn't mean to offend."
He turns to Thaddeus.
"Thanks for letting me know. I guess I have a tendency to get caught up exciting things, get swept up in a way. But yeah, thanks for the advice."
Cabri offers what's left in his glass to Old Horn.
"Yer an' eager sort, aint'cha? Want some advice? Get as much infer-mation as yeh can 'fore yeh go runnin' off somewhere. An' learn t'recognize exaggeration when yeh hear it. Leastwise, if he kin fly, 'dat be news t'me."
Cabri nods eagerly. He pulls out a notebook from his handy haversack and beings writing, obviously taking notes. He scoots closer to Thaddeus.
"So mister," Cabri begins with the enthusiasm of a barbarian in a wine cellar, "the goat is magic? Also a donkey? And his name is Old Horn? Can he understand me?"
Cabri was outside, under a small patio roof area. He had managed to secure a bucket of water and was busy washing the gunk out of his hair and clothing. At least he was good at this, those hours of practice he got at home when his mother had refused to let him outside.
With his clothing sopping wet, Cabri looked around to make sure no one was watching.
Alright, come out Simi.
In an instant, a mass of red and black sinewy tendons burst from his chest and envelope the entirety of his body. He falls to hand and knees as his body contorts, his vision changes, and his body strengthens.
He always felt strange in the form, and since most people instantly ran screaming when they saw it, he usually didn't use it unless necessary.
Casts Evolution Surge, LesserCabri focused and his claws began to heat the air around them. He then passed them over his possessions, drying them at an accelerated rate. When finished, he retracted Simi back into himself leaving a very slimy Cabri. Also naked.
A few minutes later, Cabri walked back into the bar freshly scrubbed fully dressed, a light scent of flowers coming from him. He sits back at the table with Mutt and Zoso.
Mutt wrote:
When Zelda asks about the Blot, Mutt just snorts. "I don't know and I don't really care. It's just an annoying spot in the sky. It better go away soon or else I will destroy it! I will go into the sky and destroy it! I will find a way!"
The young man stood up, a tattered book under his arm
Keen Perception:
It is an old first edition publishing of "Adventurer: Life of a Hero" a critical How-to book to inspire younglings. You can also see it has been signed by the author on the cover.
Number 13 way to start a new adventure in Gabriel the Great's List of starting your adventuring career, solve a mystery!
Cabri quickly left the building. It would be a few minutes before he realized he had left both his handy haversack on the table, and his drinks unpaid.
Fortunately, Cabri returned not long later, his head and clothing covered in what appeared to be bird shit. He approached the bar once more.
"Um...Sorry for forgetting to pay. I'd be happy to, now that I've remembered, but would you have some somewhere I could wash off. A bucket and spicket maybe?"
Vicious creatures. he thought to himself as he gave the trash can a small kick which sent it tumbling over. Cabri, beat red at this point, hurriedly started to grab the bits of trash (and dead seagull) and hastily stuff it back into the container.
Mutt nods as Cabri introduces himself. His brow then raises. "Bird-man? Why did he call you that?"
"U-Uh well. there was this thing where a bird attacked me, but it got hurt and I felt bad about it, so I tried to get help and well....there was a door frame, also a floor, I hurt my nose, sorry I'm rambling."
Cabri took a drink of a nearby glass to clear his throat and then immediately spits out whatever was inside. He runs to the bar to grab his apple juice and returns to the table of Mutt and Zoso.
"Anyway, the bird's not really important."
If it was still alive, that would have made three animals in the bar. He glanced at the odd man yelling at his goat in a weird accent.
Can he actually understand it? I wonder if I can learn that magic.
However, despite his initial panic, Cabri began to enjoy the idea of staying gin a town full of anomalies. He enjoyed the adrenaline pumping through his veins, even if he hated that initial surprise that scared him out of his wits.
He looked up, to find himself clutched to the lower half of Zoso.
Umm..Hi there.
Capri extricated himself from Elven musician and retook his place at the table. Not the best display of his fearless adventuring skills. To make matters worse, Simi had partially extracted herself from his chest cavity, and had already covered his entire torso. Thankfully, his tunic covered the symbiotic from sight.
He turns to Cherry.
"Does that happen often? This...what'd you call it, Blot event?"
Cabri lowers his hand after a while, growing more sheepish.
Alright. Plan 'Make a good first impression' not off to a good start. Its alright. I had a drink, sat at the counter, what else was on that list...
Cabri tried recalling his favorite childhood book. 'Adventurers: The Life of a Hero' was an old text, but when bedridden Cabri had read it so many times that the pages were falling out of the spine. And in the back of this treasured tome, was a bucket list of things to do if one was to become a true adventurer.
That's right! I need to strike up a conversation with a man that looks like he could kill me with his finger.
And so, Cabri stood up from his spot at the bar counter and promptly walked over to the large man who had made an entrance, a dog following close behind.
"Excuse me, mind if I sit here? Cabri seats himself at the table. He started taking ivnventory of all the weapons he had hung at his belt, and the numerous scars on his body.
"Sorry." It was impolite to stare. Cabri pointed to the dog, genuine interest on his face.
Cabri's cheeks redden as he watches the tiefling make her rounds. She seemed nice enough, though she treated him like a kid more than a man. He was 20 after all.
Cool, a tail. he thinks himself before he realizes he's essentially staring at her backside. It wasn't that he was uncomfortable around women. It was that his normal bumbling speech and clumsy mistakes seemed to triple if he distracted.
He hastily turns to the other bar patrons.
"I'm Cabri," he says cheerfully. He puts on his best smile and looks at the potential friends eagerly. He holds out his hand in an earnest manner.
His hand will remain there until someone shakes it or a long time passes and he realizes finally no is going to shake it.
Capri can't help but smile at the nice gesture, and takes an eager gulp of juice. It was sweet and cold, a much preferred beverage to the alcohol he had tried that one night a few months ago.
"But don't be mistaken,"
He straightens up and tries to look as confident as possible, not noticing he accidentally spilled some juice on his shirt.
Cabri was glad everyone else way paying attention to the latest entrant of the Naked Kobald. They didn't see him half fall out of his seat when the door slam caught him off guard.
Breathing heavily from the sudden surge in adrenaline, he could feel his bodily companion express the emotion of danger.
It's fine Simi, he thought. Just a very large man, with weapons, walking into a room full of very strong men and women. No need to panic. No need to come out.
He turns back around to the bar, though his second internal instinct was clawing at him to face the obvious threat.
Cabri slowly picks up the dead bird, moves over to the nearby trash receptacle, and gently places it inside before setting the lid back in place. He looks around, his face flush with all the odd stares and looks he getting.
He makes his way up to the bar and takes a seat, slightly slouched over to make himself as small as possible.
A young, barely in his twenties bursts into the bar carrying something in his arms. However, his foot catches against the opening of the door frame and he lands face first onto the ground. The injured seagull which he was carrying flew once more as it hit the bar counter with a distinct thud.
"Oh no!"
He looks genuinely distraught, his hands shaking slightly as he covers his mouth in horror.
"I-It dived bombed me you see, he stammered, trying to explain. "I tried bringing it to someone who could fix it up but...
He goes over to inspect the obviously dead bird, gingerly picking it up as if willing it to come back to life.
"Sorry. I honestly don't mean to throw dead birds in your establishment, I mean technically it was alive, but, oh no...."
For submission, Cabri Erratan, Synthesist Summoner.
Concept:
Cabri is a mediocre support caster that can transform into a savage natural attacker by being consumed by his symbiotic (eidolon).
Personality:
Cabri is a sincere young man who tries really, really hard. Really. A kind soul, not made for adventuring but with an adventurer's heart. He is very timid and very conscientious about offending people. Generally well meaning, his cheery personality seems to affect people well.
Background:
Cabri was a frail child, and his clumsy nature left him in bed recovering more than once. It didn't help that he's very timid and scared of most creatures or overly large persons. One unfortunate afternoon left him nearly dead, bleeding out, spin shattered from a large fall. It was then that Simi, a symbiotic organism merged from her hiding place and dug inside of him. Not only did she bring him back from the brink of death, she reinforced his constitution (though she couldn't do anything about his clumsiness).
His folks, while happy he was alive, weren't necessarily thrilled about the symbiotic. They also disapproved of the way Simi (Cabri picked a name) would emerge from Cabri's torso, wrap around his body, and transform him into a weird bestial form with thin black and red tendrils covering everything from his large fanged maw to his sharp claws.
He was kicked out a week later.
And so began Cabri's adventure to find out the extent of his relationship with Simi, and to accomplish his dream of making a difference, if his crippling fear doesn't stop him.
Please click the Name for stat block. No idea about the gold yet, but hoping I don't have to pick it all out for submission. Please correct me if I'm wrong. This is a level one example.
