Tursic wrote:
When that guy got in my head. My steel+1 furious Fauchard smashed into two that bard's +1 addy scimitar. But I was raging and on a lot of mutagen at the time.
Patches of missing hair from either excessive scratching or alopecia cover his head. Thick lenses magnify his blood shot eyes to silly proportions on his face. Sweating profusely he is shivering murmuring about how cold he is. Covered in filth except strangely his immaculate breastplate bearing the a white robe of Razmir. Hey, you know we are like on the same team right? We're supposed to cooperate, explore, and report. So you see I have this sick grandmother, and I could use a few gold pieces for her medicine and you know I am good to pay you back. Once we go out and kill those people and loot that stuff I will pay you back. You know cause my niece is very sick and could use the help.
1. Why are you a Pathfinder? Well I wanted to learn and try new things, and then i went to Katapesh and came back after recovering fora 10 year bender. 2. Do you have a name and surname that is not ripped straight out of existing Earth mythology or popular culture? What do you mean? 3. Which nation did you grow up in? How did this nation influence you?
4. What do you look like? What are your wearing? How does this vary when you’re stalking through forests, sewers, deserts or in glittering cities? I look handsome.
5. What do you love? (Treasure and experience doesn’t count) Pesh or pesh substitutes. 6. What do you hate? (Unclear and irritating darkness level rules don’t count) Not getting pesh. 7. Which other Pathfinders (PCs) do you rely on for teamwork, survival and butt-kicking? Do you have a bro? a mentor? a father figure? maybe a rival? Whoever is "cool" 8. How does your race influence your views? Are you a stereotype of a certain race? How are you different from most humans/elves/gnomes/orcs/tengu? I am cool. I do cool stuff. 9. What are you afraid of? Do you have any phobias or worries? Taking away my access to pesh. 10. What is your most treasured possession? I would pawn everything I or you own....
Umm.... hi...? I got this "stuff" for sale. I make all kinds of "stuff" to help make you feel better and stronger and stuffs. Like if you wanna relax and chill on your bed, or sit and stare at the funny colors. This is the stuff for you. Just keep huffing it 'til ya get the desired effects. I also got this stuff for the big tough guys. It umm makes you bigger and stronger. A quick spike and your muscles will thank you! noticing no one around Maybe the school yard would be a better place to set up shop.
Fromper wrote: I'm pretty sure there was a thread here on the forums (though don't ask me to find it) where Mike Brock confirmed that PCs are assumed to have homes. Thus, they can leave their excess baggage some place safe if they don't want to carry it on adventures. I am gonna have ta tell my GUMBO rep about this....
Why thank you Bob. I see you are not the type of person to think they are better than those around them. You see those chum fellow throwing bottles at other people are a buncha' self righteous bullies. Us down trodden gotta stick together. Now bob you seem liuke a guy that appreicates strength, you see I got this stuff here that can make you bigger and stronger. as he tries to discretely hands him a small bottle
Patches of missing hair from either excessive scratching or Alopecia cover his head. Thick lens magnify his blood shoot eyes to silly proportions on his face. Covered in filth except strangly his immaculate breastplate bearing the a white robe of Razmir. Strangely clashing with also grimy Torag boots. Free food! as he smiles showing his randomly assorted and colored teeth Hey guy making water, can you make something harder, and like put in my cupped hands?
Fromper wrote:
Hey man, you look a tough guy. I figured you might like to put a little more muscle behind that arm of yours. You see... I got this stuff that will make you bigger and stronger. You know you can always be stronger....
Morgen wrote:
But I need it. I need to prove to the murderhobo union I deserve to be with them!
Even his dense sense of observation realizes he is being dismissed. Sadly he turns away and goes back to rummaging through the trash of the embasy Obvisouly you are not a good enough lawyer. I'll have to find someone else to get back at Carrion Hill. He did not even listen Gary died before we got to do any pesh...
Still out in the trash of the ally half way hanging in the window as his magnified eyes from his glasses eyes dart around at the valuables in the room.
The same thing happened to me once. You see my neighbor's brother's exgirlfriends roomate Gary was in this town in Ustalav. We decide to go meet up and do some pesh and things just got way out of hand. So like I could use some money too. I think I hurt my back in the process. You see this invibile slime monster slapped me up pretty bad. Now I have like this serious head injury. Since I was employed by the mayor of the place can I sue too? Plus I am pretty tramatized by that thing using Gary to paint swirls on his neighbors' house.
Entering a large fellow with large coke bottle-esque glasses magnifying to almost comic proportions his bloodshot eyes. His hair is a mat of patches possibly from Alopecia, possibly something else. His complection is marred by acne, small scratches, a constant snorting runny nose, and chapped lips. The randomly assorted and colored teeth make an awkward smile. My sponsor... err friend said meeting someone special may help me with some problems I got. In response to Sheliantha proposal his head immediate shoots over Free ale?!??! |
