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Caerwyn's birthday would be the 21st of Sarenith.
I think Caerwyn would be best suited, personality wise, for the Marshal role than anything else.
Caerwyn dismounts and approaches as close as he can to the boggard without making it agitated. He keeps his hands out to his side as he begins to speak "Me, Caerwyn" he thumps his chest with his hand "You, ???" he points to the boggard himself. "We," he circles his hand around to encompass the entire group "truce".
He then turns to the group and shrugs "Unless someone has way to communicate with him I suggest we do as he asks and go. He doesn't seem overtly hostile and I see no need to slaughter someone over a misunderstanding. I think we just skirt around this clearing and continue on. Maybe we come back when we can communicate better with him, I bet he has quite the story to tell." Caerwyn remounts Windswift and looks to the others for agreement. He looks to the boggard once more "We go, no die" So saying he kicks Windswift into a slow walk out of the clearing.
Apologies, everyone. RL had blindsided and mugged me a couple of weeks ago, but everything seems to be back on track. Let me catch up a little and I'll get a post up later today.
Caerwyn maneuvers around the remaining wyrm, placing it between Andreas and himself. He brings his blade down in an overhand strike, aiming at the creatures neck.
Caerwyn drops his bow and draws his curve blade as he sneaks around Windswift and comes up behind the white scaled Wyrm, placing it between Andreas and himself.
Rhavi, squares are 10'
Caerwyn will fire another arrow, this time at the green tatzlwyrm.
Caerwyn stands his ground and knocks an arrow. Sighting down the shaft he lets loose. He curses as the arrow flies off somewhere into the wilderness.
Caerwyn knees his mount closer to the river's edge before launching an arrow at the beast. Dismounting he draws his curve blade.
As a worshipper of Erastil, Caerwyn will lend a hand clearing whatever still needs to be done to clean up the grounds.
Caerwyn looks around the glade, the whole thing giving him the heebie-jeebies "The whole place feels "wrong". We should send it to the winds and hope it's soul finds it's way home. I know I wouldn't want to left to the elements after I pass."
With the immediate surroundings clear, as far as he can tell, Caerwyn will draw his Curve Blade and enter the clearing.
Caerwyn will dismount from Windswift and fade into the wilderness. He will slowly move around the edge of the clearing, staying within the tree line until he makes a complete circuit around.
Did you look under the spoiler tab? Well, he is a Scout.
Caerwyn will spend the rest of the evening engaging in small talk with the locals, trying to get the lay on the land.
Caerwyn listens as Ser Andreas spins his tale, slightly disappointed that he wasn't there to put paid to the so called "Stag Lord" and his band of thugs. Looking around as the crowd of people begins to grow he starts to ask those around him about what's going on around these parts, but everyone seems so caught up in the story no one pays attention to him.
Distracted, Caerwyn only catches the tail end of Rilka's question "No, thank you. I hope I have everything I need on my horse. The others though were on foot, perhaps there are supplies they might need."
That won't be necessary about the horse for Caerwyn
If anyone wants to send me a PM or email with the current loot I can create a spreadsheet like This for us to keep track on.
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At the Office:
Caerwyn greets the other two people in the office "Caerwyn, Caerwyn Callandriil, late of the Brevic Border Guard." Inwardly he flinches "Great, a pair of wannabe explorers I'm going to have to shepherd out into the wilderness." Outwardly, he smiles "A pleasure my Lord, my Lady, I look forward to traveling with you.""And pigs might fly". He nods to the officious bureaucrat as he hands him his writ "Thank you, sir" After the briefing he nods to the other two "If you'll excuse me I have some final preparations to make. Shall we meet again tomorrow morning at dawn's light at the west gate?" On the Road: The next morning he arrives at the western gate with Windswift in tow. As the other two arrive without horses he thinks to himself "Wonderful, this is going to be a slow walk in the country" "If any of you would like you can place your packs on Windswift, here. She can carry the weight." That night they stop in Nivakta's Crossing, a little village on the Rostland road, where he procures lodging for them "It's not much but it's one of the better inns The Crossing has to offer" The next day Caerwyn suggest they stop for the night ay Fort Serenko, an abandoned border fort "The fort's been abandoned since we pulled the border back to Nivakta's Crossing, but the palisades will provide protection." As they make camp Caerwyn admits to himself a growing respect for the pair "Jackob's pretty handy around camp and they've kept up a good pace without complaint. Maybe they're not as pampered as I thought." "It's a shame, really. We used to patrol out here until we ceded control of this area to the bandits." It isn't until the third night that Caerwyn finally warms to the other two as they camp alongside the South Rostland "Road", really little more than a disused, muddy, trail this far out. As Akilina and Jackob prepare camp Caerwyn will take his hunter's stand from Windswift and, climbing a nearby tree, set it up. "I'll take first watch."
Finally, on the fourth day Caerwyn opens up a little telling Akilina and Jackob about his upbringing on the family farm and their subsequent move to Restov to avoid any bandit reprisals. How his Father trained him to use the family sword on his back and how he joined the guard to bring justice to others who live in fear of the banditry and lawlessness that thrives in the wilderness. As he finishes his tale the party tops a small hillock and sees the trading post in the distance, The outpost is almost a twin of Fort Serenko except for a few changes to make it suitable for it's current use. As the trio enter the yard he spots a man in the courtyard "Greetings, you must be Master Oleg? I'm Sergeant" the first time anyone's heard him use his rank "Caerwyn Callandriil and these are Lord Jackob Mulle and Lady Akilina Koenig. We've been sent by the Swordlords of Restov to assist Sir Andreas and the others in pacifying and exploring these lands. Do you know where they might be found?' Just as he finishes speaking Oleg points toward the gate as the three remaining explorers enter the gate "Only three?" he thinks, crestfallen "That's only about half of those sent out."
Sorry everyone, Monday night is my IRL game night and I just got home. Caerwyn has a combat trained horse, Windswift. He's only got about 75 gp's to his name right now but would definitely chip in for party items when he has the cash.
Thank you everyone for the votes of confidence, I hope I don't disappoint. GM_Coreyllon let me know when you want me to chime in on the Gameplay thread.
HPs are Max at first, half +1 after that.
Ok, now I'll throw Caerwyn name in the ring for consideration. Caerwyn is a half elf Rogue (scout archetype) with a big a** sword, who brings some stealth/recon to the group along with a couple of levels of Fighter thrown into the mix to help back up the main line fighter type.
I'm rather disappointed that you are not running a proper recruitment for this. I, like hustonj, feel that pitching a character idea in a GM recruitment thread is poor form but that is your decision to make and I wish everyone the best of luck. GM_Coreyllon here is the link to DM Rostam's original recruitment thread.
I'd like to throw Caerwyn Callandriil's hat into the ring. Caerwyn's a Rogue(unchained, Scout archetype) with a more martial bent than your typical Rogue.
For your consideration I'm throwing Caerwyn's hat into the ring. Caerwyn's a rogue with a more martial bent. He's an Unchained Rogue (Scout archetype) and Fighter. I plan on adding at least another level of Fighter and then finishing it out with Rogue. He could fill out the Spymaster role, but that wouldn't be his forte (I think the Marshal or the Royal Enforcer might play better to his strengths).
I have to admit that this beginning doesn't bode well. If We don't hear anything from the GM by tomorrow evening when I get home from my trip I'm going to bail.
Caerwyn chuckles at Völundr's observations "To paraphrase an old Ustalavan professor I heard about "Sometime's a sunrise is just a sunrise". Relax and enjoy it"
Caerwyn breathes a sigh of relief as the trading post comes into view. It had been over a weeks travel from Restov and in that time they had encountered little more than a few merchants traveling to sell their wares or the occasional trapper trying to eke out a living here in the wilderness. if there were bandits in the area they weren't brazen enough to attack a group of armed travelers. The South Rostland "Road" was little more than a ribbon of mud this time of year. Mud which constantly tried to suck the boots off his feet, making each step forward more difficult than the last. Now, with their destination in sight, Caerwyn's pace seem to quicken of it's own accord. "Finally" he thinks to himself "Four stout walls and a roof overhead that will keep out this cold "spring" wind and a hot meal which someone hasn't burnt past death on a campfire." Caerwyn smiles as two of his companions say out loud what he had been thinking. He turns his smile to Lorien "I could go for any one of those things right about now."
Hello, all and thank you GM Aest for selecting me.
Waiting with breath that smells like bait.
NPC's:
Aelbourne Callandriil (father)- Stern and thoughtful, regrets having to leave the family farm but had to do what was best for his family. Marta Callandriil (mother)-Cheerful and friendly woman who makes friends easily. Elisabeta Cambourne (girlfriend)- Jaxom's sister. When Caerwyn informed her he was leaving for the Stolen Lands she took the news hard. Jaxom Cambourne (friend)- Caerwyn's friend and member of the Restov guard with Caerwyn.
Goals:
To drive the bandit bands from the area and restore his family's farm for his parents. Appearance:
Caerwyn stands just a hair under six feet tall. More sinew than muscle he moves with grace and ease. His long silver hair is usually pulled back into a pony tail or worn loosely, tucked behind his pointed ears. His emerald green eyes, a gift from his mother, seem to take everything in and give nothing back. Personality: Caerwyn is still that impetuous youth who charged the bandit with an oversized sword, hoping his skill and determination will carry the day. Having been on the receiving end, Caerwyn is especially tough on anyone bullying or harassing anyone weaker than themselves and has often been reprimanded being "overzealous" in his confrontations with such people.
Jinx. Twins?
For your consideration, Caerwyn Callandriil, an Unchained Rogue with the Scout archetype. Wielding an Elven Curveblade, Caerwyn is more of a martial type rogue rather than a sneaky, sneaky type.
Caerwyn dismounts and begins to follow the little creature into the caverns, keeping a wary eye out for danger. "The lady asked you a question. We seek to trade the idol for the ring you took from the mites. Who do we need to speak with in order to get this ring back?"
"Just inside the cave entrance, hidden in the shadows." he tells everyone before asking Mikmek "Can you speak to them? Let them know we don't want any trouble."
Caerwyn keeps his head on a swivel as they approach the kobolds cave. Peering ahead into the darkness he spots whats ahead, turning to Autumn he says, in Sylvan "Don't look now, but we're being watched" as he points his chin towards the opening.
Caerwyn picks Mikmek up and puts him on his horse before mounting himself "Okay, little dragon. Show us the way."
"Better not go alone" Caerwyn says with concern in his voice "Never know what may be lurking just over the next rise" he mounts Sundancer and rides out with Autumn, making small talk and pointing out areas where he thinks they might find shelter.
Caerwyn returns to the cavern below, where he unties the captive mite. "All this" he waves his arm to encompass the underground lair "is yours, but your tribe has been wiped out. I'd suggest finding someplace else to live before the kobolds return to finish the job." with that he climbs back up to join the others.
Caerwyn puts the statue back in his backpack "Like the lady says, we will escort you back to your tribe, like an honor guide if you will. Then we can meet with your chief and his shaman. You can present them with the statue, in exchange for the ring." Caerwyn tone indicates that it was not a request.
Caerwyn reaches into his backpack and pulls out the statue [b"]Is this your Sharptooth?"[/b]
Caerwyn turns the little kobold and hand him his waterskin "So Mikmek, what is this quest you are on?'
Caerwyn tumbles to his left, only to confirm the jaundiced looking mites worst fear as he springs past it to put it between himself and Pyros. Slashing with his sword he cuts the pitiful creature down.
Caerwyn moves to place the mite between himself and Pyros, opening himself up to attack as he goes by.
Caerwyn rushes the nearest mite, his sword drawn. Sweeping his blade across the mite's abdomen, he draws a deep cut.
A Climb check that fails by 4 or less means that you make no progress, and one that fails by 5 or more means that you fall from whatever height you have already attained.
Caerwyn will cross the chasm using the hanging ropes. Once on the other side he will draw his weapon and quietly make his way up the passageway.
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