Corrin Whisperwind's page

knowledge local: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (13) + 0 = 13

"other world entities wanting you to cease to exist is a terrible burden ... we shoudl form a club or something."
Corrin quiped whiled they werent in the exact same boat they at lease were on the same body of water. My spear will always be there to defend you from.... well whatever is out there. "[/b]

He said to Zeldana specifically... then to the others.

"I need to find Anx and find out what magics my mask must be enchanted with I can not risk the... well he whose name i will not speak on to have any sort of swat over me. After i check on the animals at the stable.Glad you are back Jorn."

He rose from his awkward crouch and nodded back torwards the town.

He couldnt help but overhear Zels words with GUnner, he was trying hard not to eavesdrop but ears worked as they willed. The idea of something hunting his friend Zeldana didnt sit well with him. He was supposed to do no violence to rational beings yet here he was gripping his spear prepparing to murder the world if need be to keep her safe.

"I really need to track that damned wizard down and get my mask fixed."

He added quierly to himself

When Father Zantus approached he quietly asked...

"Is mister Hosk going to be okay? I dont mind looking after the animals in the stable but there are still things to investigate and look after and i dont have all the time."

He asked. He assumed he was at some point brought before father Zantus after the attacks, he couldnt remembe the cranky lady who took Mr. Hosk away, or really much after that.. it had been a whirlwind of violence wild alley way.... He tilted his head slightly rocking. He needed nature... he needed to breath to take it all in to think.

As the Ceremony began Corrin muttered quietly to himself

""Dovie'andi se tovya sagain."

Watching curiously Corrin nearly leapt out of his skin at Jorns sudden movely pulling the mask down and half drawing a spear. At Zeldana's laughter he relaxed.

"All's well yes?"

He paused and looked at his blood sister and sighed.

"Later I suppose the priest beckons."

He drew himself up to his full height and frowned. He almost thought to ask if the mayor approved of the usage of the words Anyone... cause he wasnt above pushing Daelk near Titus just so he could hit the man.

He Shrugged at Yeda and fell in behind Daelk.

** spoiler omitted **

This all seemed a strange waste of time to the druid. . . But it was what they all seemed to want to do.

no real reason Whistles innocently: 1d100 ⇒ 23
The voices were back raging a chorus in his mind. He bit his tongue literally til his mouth tasted copperlike. He sheepishly and tentively rose after the mayors outburst. He was quickly beginning to dislike the woman which was strange he had liked her a lot when he had first met her about a year ago. Hius fist clenched his jaw tight he fished out a goodberry from his belt pouch and popped it in his mouth only a trickle of blood escaping down the side of his lip as he sat there on the flood eyes narrowed behind the mask.

The man's babling meant nothing to him. and this town... especially the current regime was starting to follow.

Corrins features tensed as Zeldana laid out her idea and his eyes shot immeadeately to the collected nobles and officers of sandpoint. Mask still down he glared at them wordlessly judging them in a way that made it clear how little he now thought of them. He almost spat at their feet but managed to just hold that back. He turned back to Zel settling on one knee one hand slipping up to his mask sliding it up.

His features softened as he stared at her not having the words it seemed to really say the right things.

"Sister in battle though not of blood. Your magic alone is not who you are. Nor are you the only one with issues with Evriani. I do not know what inhabits her body but we will find out. If we have to rip it from her body. I know how hollow it can feel when you discover everything you thought and planned for your life to be gets ripped away and i know what it means to lose loved ones and those close to you without getting to say a proper goodbye. Your Heart brings the group strength not your magics. I'll teach you to dance the spears if you like."

"Speaking of thieves... even lucky or incidtental thieves."

He cut in pushing off the wall and stalking to near Zeldana. He placed he hoped a placating hand on her shoulder giving it a gentle squeeze. He cleared his throat.

"We recognize that as Jorns form his body and yet not Jorn. Not the guard who gave his everything for this town and its people, not the man who took over for the sheriff in a time of chaos when forces sought to overthrow the very town and put all of us to rout and ruin? And yet we argue whether its moral to return the real jorn back to life in his body? By your logic i should luckily go found your houses wealth and line Zel's pockets or Yeda's after all its just their luck to have found your wealth in their things, only right they should get to keep it right? since it awas all luck."

He scowled and paced back and forth for once thankful the voices were quiet.

"It Doesnt matter how or why this not Jorn resides in Jorns form. All that matters is It is not Jorn."

"I am not abandoning them Dewdrop. The Mayor made it clear that...."

The elven druid hair wild the dark green forest dye wearing out just enough to the see the brown beneath. His pacing grew more frantic for a moment then he snarled placing his spears in their holsters on dewdrops saddlebags, he grabbed his temporary non enchanted mask and marched into the mayors proceeding his mask down over his face.

while there wasnt a melee or spell slinging going on this was a fight to be sure. Hw strode into the room took a step to the left and leaned against the wall arms crossed over his chest. That was as close as he was willing to go at this moment.

Corrin paced outside with Dewdrop frowning at the distant sight of Zel soaked.

** spoiler omitted **

No no we have treasure splite from the restart and the under thisletop its shoudl be uh....

The snake slowly and awkwardly looking changed forms and Corrin cracked his neck slowly sliding the mask up. He let his gaze fall upon the lords especially the scarnetti. His gaze narrowed. he waited to Zel had her say and just merely added...

"Thanks for the support next time trouble happens find new heros."

He stepped out eager to be away from the room and those arrogant humans. Short sighted fools.

"Some new home... cant even do whats right. Huma...."

He began to Dewdrop making a chagrinned face. He didnt mean that really he knew some pretty decent humans, his sister, Ol Daven, Jarl and the rest of the Purrens, his friends and party members of course.

"Shall we go se about Mar'du Yeda? a walk will clear Dewdrops mind. He's so angry right now. look how his tail wiggles ever so slightly."

He said stroking the very calm and placcid elks head by the ears.

He tried to calm himself and succeeded partially if only because Loxley put a calming hand on his shoulder and for Zel. He wasnt entirely sure if harming the body was the best option if they needed it. The man wasnt going to willingly give up a finger or toe or whatever peice they asked for.... so holding him down might be needed.... His eyes widened and his grin grew.. he focused on his connection to nature and he began to transfrom slowly into a very large and long reptillian form he coiled patiently his eyes locked on the form in front of him. 'Notjorn' his tongue sticking out momentarily to taste the dsmells in the air. He was now a very large sixed python.

unarmed attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18
subdual damage: 1d3 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

The moment he called Zeldana a certain word he moved. No warning no words just a solid fist.

"You will keep a civil tongue or i will still it."

Somehow despite not seeming to pay attention Corrin suddenly rose sharpened spear in hand. He cracked his neck and nonchalantly slid the mask down over his face.

Now he knew that act was pointless that the mask wasnt even a placebo anymore. He needed to get the enchanted mask asap before he embroiled his soul in darkness, but fake Jorn wouldn't know that... hell real jorn might not. His lip twitched as for a moment audible only to him a cacophony of voices screaming for blood and death whispered in his earsa he shut his eyes and focused them away.

Like a strange ghost or spirit Corrin sat in the corner of the meeting room crouched down leaning back into the corner idly playing with the tip of one of his spears His mask rest atop his head like a strange mask. Dewdrop was sitting outside placidly in the shade enjoying the salt in the breeze.
His mind wasnt on the problem with Jorn though he supposed it should be. Nothing about the last few weeks made sense to him. so many mysteries so many world chattering complex things. He felt it ... like a faint breeze wafting through a dense forest. the faintest of whispers played on his mind when they spoke of ressurecting Jorn. he was about to vehemently dey killing the drunkard when it was suggested just taking a peice. The faint whispering died down as he felt himself taking a deep breath. He hadnt realized he had been holding his breath.

Pokes about the cave studying everything.

dont mind me

He began to look around while the others looked at the skeleton. A cave beneath the lair above... interesting and there were good odds the treasure was that was mentioned in the dwarven journal above might be about somewhere he looked for signs of something hidden slavers were like pirates right? and pirates buried their loot.

perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (20) + 12 = 32

Gunners quick healing earlier had done wonders to the ripped and torn face of the young druid... he stared at the 2nd destroyed mask slightly rocking on the ground. He glanced up to Loxley it was unclear if he had heard her.

"Im pretty far from okay.... I can fell it.... slipping from my hands like sand through your fingertips. Violance only stretgthens the unspeakable. I hasten our doom it seems with each trial we come across. But i have to fight.. thats the rub of it. If i die its just as over. Whaveever it was you did... dont do it again. I dont think my mind could stand the strain of it."

He rose grabing the ripped mask it was after all a gift made by his friend. and his spears.

"We shouldnt dally. We have to fins the body of The kinslayer... and we should recover that treasure. I think we all need to ....."

He looked at his trusty spear sadly

"Strengthen ourselves for whats to com."

roll: 1d100 ⇒ 83

As The beasts head rolled across the floor and folks began to get their motion back the druid mauled but healed his 2nd mask made bu his friends all but destroyed came out of his rage panting scowling swearing... and then dropped to the ground sobbing. If he wasnt prone on the ground taking in great heaves of breath he looked like he would rocking back and forth.

Y galon. Gorfod dod o hyd i'r berthnasau sy'n lladd y galon ac yn gyflym. Mae'r lle hwn yn ddrwg .... tywyll. Dylid ei ddinistrio. Gorfod dod o hyd i'r galon... angen gadael i ffoi....

nat 20s on saves are auto success i beleive

yeah right: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

Well s+$*.

With a howl of rage as intense as anything the nasty monster in front of them was capable of uttering he struck with spear and flame again.

attack spear, rage,flank, magic, two weapon: 1d20 + 8 + 2 + 2 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (17) + 8 + 2 + 2 + 1 - 4 = 26
damage: 1d6 + 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 2 + 1 = 7
blink miss: 1d100 ⇒ 81
Flame blade,rage,flank,two weapon TOUCH: 1d20 + 8 + 2 + 2 - 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 + 2 + 2 - 8 = 7
damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

He Seethed withing every ounch of his willpower screaming for his body to move his face a rictus of anger fear and pain.

"Strike Corrin Strike! End this creature before it hurts you further hurts your friends. Its teh enemy you thrice blessed coward strike! "

Despite all his rage His arm stood stock still.... stature moved more. a thin single tear trickles from one eye the effort ot move almost causing pain. Something would pay for this, if he ever broke free of the curse that held him still like an angry statue. he was failing everyone again. His friends, his family, hell the whole of the world.

will save: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

The 17 TOUCH attack missed? oof

He growled at the monster snarling in its face as he pulled the spear back and again struck hard He started to curse in unintelligible Elven as the creature faded just as he struck.

blink: 1d100 ⇒ 44
spear,magic weapon,courage,luck,flank,rage,two weapon: 1d20 + 8 + 1 + 1 + 1 + 2 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (18) + 8 + 1 + 1 + 1 + 2 + 2 - 4 = 29
damage: 1d6 + 2 + 1 + 1 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 + 1 + 1 + 1 + 2 = 8
flame blade,touch attack,courage,luck,flank,rage,two weapon: 1d20 + 8 + 1 + 1 + 1 + 2 + 2 - 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 + 1 + 1 + 1 + 2 + 2 - 8 = 22
damage: 1d8 + 1 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 + 1 + 1 = 9

He snarled at the creature since his first blows seemed pointless. Hearing Zeldanas decree only futhered his desire to put an end to the thing. He swung and stabbed hard focused on not much else.

blink: 1d100 ⇒ 96

spear,magic weapon,courage,luck,flank,rage,two weapon: 1d20 + 8 + 1 + 1 + 1 + 2 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (9) + 8 + 1 + 1 + 1 + 2 + 2 - 4 = 20
spear damage: 1d6 + 2 + 1 + 1 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 1 + 1 + 1 + 2 = 9

flame blade,touch attack,courage,luck,flank,rage,two weapon: 1d20 + 8 + 1 + 1 + 1 + 2 + 2 - 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 + 1 + 1 + 1 + 2 + 2 - 8 = 17
damage flame blade: 1d8 + 1 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 + 1 + 1 = 6

percentage spear: 1d100 ⇒ 10
perchentage flame blade: 1d100 ⇒ 80

spear,rage, magic, flanking,inspire courage. two weapon,: 1d20 + 8 + 2 + 1 + 2 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (12) + 8 + 2 + 1 + 2 + 1 - 4 = 22
damage: 1d6 + 2 + 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 2 + 1 + 1 = 8
flaming blade. two weapon offhand,rage, flanking, inspire courage, touch attack: 1d20 + 8 - 8 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 8 - 8 + 2 + 1 = 12
damage fire: 1d8 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 + 1 = 8

"I said RUN you stupid thing."
He growled out in his mind tacitly aware that Yeda had slid by getting the beast somewhat pincered. It was attempting to use magic to what reason he wasnt sure they just needed to bleed it.. to smangle it.. to cut it into ribbons.. He needed to anther in its hot steaming blood he needed to... His mind contiunued to rage to scream obscenities at the creature He nknelt down gripping his spear tightly as he exploded forward with a heavy thrust peircing hte beasts hide and holding it steady enough for him to lash the flaming blade in his other hand across the beasts skin the magical fire of the blade searing through its flesh. To his friends and allies his face was a stone mask no hints of fear emotion or anything really present just the mechanical thrust and step forward slashing the flaming blade across the beast.

Rage6/7 hp 73/75
thanks for the flank and the song and the magic weapon spell lox!

@ Yeda did you add the bard inspiring us to your hit and damage? every +1 helps

Pain so much pain... and fear filled him. The crushing knowledge that he had failed and failed hard froze him in place for a moment even as he felt the hand of the cleric heal almost all of the damage with but a touch. He didnt know what hte beast was he just knew it wasnt natural. They had to get out, they were the heroes of the city....

"run!"
He spat out some of his own blood torwards the creature chanting a spell to give him a little bit more of a chance to slow it down....he dropped his spear and called on natures fury to grant him the means to really catch the damn things attention.. as a slightly curved blade of pure fire flared to life in his hand...He reached up to make sure the mast was pulled down to hide the snarl on his face as he began to rage4.

Rage! Flame blade! and all the pain!

His hand already hovered near his mask as he felt the tingle of the magic dweomer fading. At the sound of the growl the mask did slide down and he tightened his grip on his spear. His spearhand moved blocking Zeldana from advancing for a moment. he set his feet and tumbled into the room planting his feet and guiding his spear head torwards the sound of the growl incase what ieve it was charged.

acrobatics: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (17) + 12 = 29

Everything was fine. he cut the ears off of all goblins found distasteful as it might seem. when they dropped down the strage ruins is where his nervousness finally started to show, His head was in motion constantly as if searching for something not there, his head tilted to the side often as if listening... The only voice he heard in his mind so far was his own. and thank the gods for that. He definitely spent way more time with the bugbear collecting his ears seperate contemplating taking his head even smouldering as it were. He remembered someone said Shelalu and the bugbear were the bitterest of enemies and rivals. She may appreciate the gross token.

Spear drawn mask just right above his eyes... (despite the fact he was usre it was just for show now not enchanted with the proper protections) He kept a wary eye as they decended.

perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (15) + 12 = 27

"you know.. its gross but wasnt there like a bounty on goblin ears in town? if we run across the bodies again...and why wouldnt we we could give them a snip?

He said figiting. He hoped the voices were gone... that whatever it was that whispered in his mind the last time was somehow long gone...

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Opinions?

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Any input would be greatly appreciated.

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