Oh, didn't see that before I posted...Good luck and hopefully real life treats you well. I've been having some problems with it myself lately.
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Cormyn bashes the scroll shard once more, feeling his bardic powers beginning to drain away with time.
Cormyn uses the pole of his banner to smash or impale the scroll shard.
With a jolt, Cormyn remembers his banner. As he runs to the fourth scroll shard, he pulls it out and holds it aloft. "For the glory of...well...us!" Cormyn begins strongly, ending with an unsure mumble.
"Hey, you, look out!" Cormyn shouts at Dovan. "And eat this, ugly!" as the oil lantern is thrown across the room at the creature besieging the man.
Corymn runs back up to Morna, grabbing the oil lantern off of its post and preparing to throw it at the new arrival.
Cormyn continues his dance, incorporating it into his every move. His whistle reaches an incredible pitch as he spins a flying kick into the reinforced door.
"I don't think I can do that, but I'll enlist the dwarf!" Cormyn yells, stomping his feet with the force and tempo of a drum while rooting through the weapons cabinet. Having found the dwarf's hammer, he hucks it at him and hopes he can catch it. "Catch!"
Hm, maybe I can make some money and friends working against this raid, Cormyn thinks to himself. But first, another ale. He saunters up to the bar and orders another, staying there this time to find an opening in the conversation.
Cormyn smiles and nods warmly as the halfling enters and passes his table. When his meal is set down before him, he tucks in. The flavor of the potatoes explodes in his mouth. While he prefers his potatoes roasted or baked, these are by far some of the best he has ever had mashed. The chicken disappoints, however: Well cooked, yet somehow still very dry. As quietly as he can, Cormyn attempts to use a Prestidigitation to moisten the chicken and give it a slight flavor of lemon while no one is looking. Much more satisfied, he once again digs into his meal.
The lone half-elf strides into the bar, slightly uncomfortable without his ancestral sword. Even though he doesn't use it much, Cormyn doesn't like the look of the young man collecting weapons and hopes it is not stolen.
Doh. I haven't see any other full divine casters on the list, maybe we need a short all divine recruitment or something weird like that.
How 'bout Radek the druid? He's the only full divine faster left, I think. Or is he in the Iobaria campaign now?
Here's Cormyn, ready for action gods willing.
Yeah, I like the secondary campaign idea. Congratulations to the chosen!
Thanks for the prompt reply on Sound Striker, I'd still like to drop Arcane Duelist regardless though.
I feel like my backstory was lacking a little, so I'm adding bits and pieces I forgot about and correcting some mistakes. Also, there are a few crunch alterations I'd like to make if possible.
Fluff Additions:
Cormyn was raised a part of House Agrevel in Taldor, born with a silver spoon in his mouth. In fact, there was only one thing his parents did not give him: The freedom to make choices. He was taught swordplay, history, performing arts, and even magic by many renowned teachers. He didn't care that he liked what he learned, he simply yearned to be independent. So what he wanted most was to be able to use the skills he was being taught for something useful, not to sit in stuffy libraries all day like his parents. Seeing his rash tendencies, his parents closeted him ever more while trying to prune him for a noble life. He prayed to his personal patron Saranrae for some freedom, but his wish was granted in a way the Dawnflower would never think of doing. A few weeks before he came of age, his parents were brutally executed by zealous Iomadaens for allegedly consorting with demons. Cormyn left the next day, grieving but still with the world as his oyster. Amid his travels, he strove to uncover the truth of his parents' crimes, and it turned out that they were innocent. His search, however, was otherwise pointless, a sheer lack of any other information telling him only that something was being covered up. He wandered for many years after, honing his multitude of talents, spending most of his time in Absalom. Much like his dangerous business ventures in Qadira or his narrow escape from the Eye of Abendego, he took a job in Brevoy because it offered him something new and exciting to do, with a bit of gold on the side. Altered Crunch:
I'd like to replace Arcane Duelist with Sound Striker (though I've had GM's ban Sound Striker, so I think an all-clear is in order here), replace Weapon Finesse with Flagbearer, and put my floating bonus into Charisma instead of Dexterity. Tell me if any of that is not okay. Personality: Cormyn is a gentle person, preferring to resort to violence only when necessary. That said, he can be free-spirited at times and goads people into fights on occasion. He masks his emotions when dealing with unfamiliar people and shows a modicum of respect to everyone until/unless he decides they do not deserve it.
Presenting myself, Cormyn Ribiera, master bard and fencer.
Fluff:
Cormyn was raised a part of House Agrevel in Taldor, born with a silver spoon in his mouth. In fact, there was only one thing his parents did not give him: The freedom to make choices. So what he wanted most was to be able to use the skills he was being taught for something useful, not to sit in stuffy libraries all day like his parents. He prayed to his personal patron Saranrae for some freedom, but his wish was granted in a way Cayden would never think of doing. A week before his fifteenth birthday, his parents were brutally executed for allegedly consorting with demons. Cormyn strove to uncover the truth, and it turned out that they were innocent. He still wondered what his parents had done to anger the Iomadaens so, or even if they were framed. Crunch:
Cormyn "Steelnote" Ribiera
Half-Elf Bard 1 (Arcane Duelist if possible) NG Medium Humanoid (Human, Elf) Initiative +6, Senses: Low-light vision, Perception +4 Defense
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Some things you should know when you consider me: This is my first PbP game. I can't figure out how to put my vital statistics in a tagline, and I couldn't figure it out in the guides, so any help would be appreciated. I'd also like this to be an Arcane Duelist, if possible. |