"We should keep low profile, don't need guards. I go look," Chidubem says, entering the house and walking over to the body. "Him head definitely smashed. Come in, help me search for documents or something..."
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"That sounds good to me. I want to rest my feet and drink after walking all day and killing goblins."
"Good thing you Duskwardens had us here, or more of your charges might have died." Chidubem says, pointing to a merchant whose belly had been slashed to ribbons by goblin short swords.
"Tara, get rid of big hole! We need to smash goblins!"
Chidubem steps after the goblin warrior. He tries to swat the resilient little fellow into the floor, growling like a wild animal. The goblin deflects Chidubem's huge war hammer with the remaining splinters of his shield, but the blow's momentum lifts him off his feet. The barbarian smiles and jams the blade of the klar through the little goblin's chest. The creature screams once and goes limp, sliding off onto the floor into a rapidly expanding puddle of its own lifeblood.
Chidubem attempts to finish of the harried warrior, slashing at it with his klar and swinging his hammer at it. Somehow, miraculously the little goblin manages to deflect both blows from the raging warrior with its rapidly splintering shield.
Chidubem reacts instantly, shouting "Cut a path clear to the Duskwardens, the shaman's mine!" He charges across the narrow gap between he and the weasel, swinging his mighty hammer down onto it. He completely smashes the small rodent into a smear of bloody pulp.
Not slowing down, he thrusts his klar to the side at the goblin warrior there. He knocks aside the tiny creature's attempt to parry with it's shield, stabbing through its chain armor into its torso. Twisting his shield arm to the left, Chidubem forces an even larger opening in the goblin's defense before bringing his earth breaker back around in a one handed swing that impacts with the side of the goblin's face, crushing his jaw, cheekbone and eyesocket. The little warrior is tougher than he looks though, and remains standing.
The shoanti speaks up, "I am Chidubem, called the Orc Lover. Exile of the Sklar Quah."
A huge Shoanti is amongst the Agents gathered by Captain Dreng. He stands six and a half feet tall, and is heavily muscled. His tanned olive skin in covered in white inked tattoos in stylized flame patterns. His head is shaved, and he has dark brown eyes. Aside from his great size, there is little remarkable about his appearance. Were he shorter and tattooless, he would blend easily into any crowd in Absalom. He wears a basic outfit of furs and animal hides, which exposes much of his sking. Over his clothes is an expertly crafted steel breastplate, which is completely lacking in ornamentation. At the side his belt is the skull of a large lizard, which is covered with etched eldritch runes. A steel blade thrusts out of the skull's mouth, where the animal's tongue would be were it still alive. Across his back is a huge two handed hammer. To those familiar with the barbarians of Varisia, the klar and earthbreaker mark him as practitioner of the Thunder and Fang combat style famous amongst the tribes there. He considers the other agents the way a man buying a horse might, stopping just short of approaching and having a look at their teeth.
I have this mad dog barbarian that I've been wanting to play somewhere. Can't wait to see what he can do when I eventually find a home for him.
Cool, waiting for the gameplay to go up now :) So I'm with Clyde, Jense, and Zalar wherever #1 is.
Loves me some zombie stories! I've run two zombie survival themed campaigns on the boards in the past actually. Jelani here. Ready to slay some zombies! |