| Devilspurn |
I'm another guy from Roll20, the one who had several character concepts. Here's my roleplay of Elandro Taure, the half-elf ranger with a family history, along with a paladin, fighter, sorcerer, oracle, and magus I'm considering playing. I would join into the existing roleplay happening, but since I don't know which character you want, I decided to write the whole thing between these six.
Its about sunset, and the tavern is starting to fill up. A tall, slender, dark-haired figure walks in with a bow and quiver on his shoulder. Not someone you'd really pay attention to, normally, but there is something about him that makes you... think.
His eyes are a dark blue, almost violet, and he seems focused on everything. He quickly scans over the patrons of the bar, and spotting an empty table, makes his way over, hanging his quiver on the back of his chair. He steps over the local bounty board and peruses it for a moment before returning to his seat.
The waitress walks over. "Hey hon, can I get you anything?"
The stranger looks at her, his eyes picking out every single detail of the server. Shoes, clothing, hair color, stance, facial expression; not unlike a wolf eyeing its prey. "How much for your ale, ma'am?"
The waitress's expression, unaccustomed to this kind of politeness, softens slightly. "Five copper for a pint or two silver for a pitcher."
The stranger's hands, calloused from extensive use of a bow but still nimble and dexterous, pulls out a silver coin. "In that case, I'll have a pint," he says handing the coin to the waitress, "and some information."
The waitress takes the silver and shrugs. "What kind of information?"
"I noticed a bounty on that board. One for a farm that needs to be checked out, north-east of the city. Can you give me any further information on it?"
"Sure, hon. Farm's owned by a family named Irron. Good, quiet folk, but not this quiet. Papa Irron comes into town once a week regularly, but hasn't been seen for the last two weeks."
"I see. And this is unusual enough that someone would want someone like... me... to check up on them?"
"Best I can figure."
"Thank you, ma'am. I won't keep you any longer."
The archer pulls out a notebook and a stick of charcoal, noting down what the waitress told him, sipping his ale. He puts the book away, and stands up. Right as he does, someone bumps into him. "Hey, watch it, buddy!"
"My apologies." As the archer walks towards the bar, the other man checks his pocket and finds the stranger's coin purse there. He chuckles and goes to put the stranger's coin in his own purse only to find that HIS coin purse was missing.
"Hey! Thief!"
The archer turns around, one eyebrow raised and a bemused expression on his face. "That is a strange word coming from you."
"Give me back my bag of coins!"
"I'm afraid you're mistaken. I have exactly one bag of coins on me at this time, a bag which the waitress has seen me take coins out of. If I was a thief, I'd have TWO bags, wouldn't I?"
"Enough! Give it back now, or..."
"Or what?" a man in armor carrying a holy symbol steps up, his eyes blue and clear, his hair blonde and shoulder-length. He turns to the archer after a mumbled Zone of Truth. "Did you steal his coin purse?"
"If I did, I would have two bags, wouldn't I?"
The man, now revealed to be a paladin, nods thoughtfully. "True. Do you have one bag or two bags on your person?"
"I have two bags, but only one containing coins."
"What's the other bag?" The archer points to the backpack on his back. "Ah, fair enough." The paladin turned to the other man. "What happened?"
"I bumped into him on purpose and stole his coin purse, but when I went to put his coins into my own, mine wasn't there!"
The paladin shakes his head. "How many coin purses do you have with you right now?"
"Seven."
The paladin quickly scans them both with Detect Evil. The archer shows up as not evil while the cutpurse registers as evil.
The paladin thinks to himself. "Two wrongs do not make a right, but I cannot prove that you," he points to the archer, "stole from him, while I CAN prove that you," he points to the cutpurse, "have stolen from several people. Come with me." The paladin takes the cutpurse out the door and delivers him to the town guards, telling them what he discovered while leaving out the most recent exchange. In the meantime, the archer has paid for information from the barkeep regarding local threats and was returning to his table.
"Hey, sticky fingers with the bow," he hears from a table. He looks over to see a woman, probably in her 20s, with ice-blue eyes. Damn good-looking to boot. She was sitting with a human in full-plate and a wiry-looking human with a touch of in his eyes. "You looking for a place to sit?"
"Perhaps."
"Well, pull up a chair. The pali'll be back in a few, and I'm not sure I want him to know what I'm about to tell you."
"You have my attention," says the archer as he pulls up a chair.
The woman laughs. "How good are you with that bow?"
"Best I know, but I don't know many."
"Any good at traps?"
"Traps are mildly annoying nuisances that I am particularly good at setting and disarming on a regular basis."
"In that case, I think we'll get along just fine." The woman gestured at the others. "This is Tug. Not too talkative, but he's effective. We usually just call him Tank. Singa [pronounced Sin-ja], well he's pretty good with a few spells. Claims to be part dragon, but I don't believe a word of it."
"Hey, its true!"
"You reek of ice elemental, and you know it. Anyway, I'm Kiora, our resident ice mistress and healer when we need it."
"An adventuring party in need of a ranged expert, I see."
"Yeah, and you came at just the right time. The pali you've already met is with us, too, but I figured you'd feel more comfortable talking while he's out doing his 'civic duty.'"
"What's his deal, anyway?"
"Oh, he's all right, most of the time. Cayden Cailean's paladins tend to have a significantly smaller great club up their tail than most, but if he gets word of slavers, whoo boy. Just step out of the way."
"You said you're a healer. Which god?"
"Meh, I give Gozreh lip service, but I'm not exactly his cleric or priest or what have you. I'm an oracle."
"Huh, that's interesting."
"Yeah, its not normal, I know. However, a little frost in the blood isn't a bad thing."
"Yeah, and I would know," piped up Singa. "Kiora doesn't believe it, but I got ice dragon in my veins. Yeah, okay, so there's some ice elemental there too, but it's not like I chose to have that."
"My father had the blood of an ice dragon, too. You have the same look."
"Wait, you're a sorcerer too?!"
The archer laughed. "Oh no! My sister got that blood, my brother got a little bit, but I didn't get any."
"What do you mean, a little bit?"
Right as those words come out of Singa's mouth, the door opened to reveal a scimitar-wielding half-elf who looked a LOT like the archer. "Elandro! You should have told me you'd be in town!"
"Mendala, you crazy devil..."
"Whoa, them's fightin' words..."
"Just get yourself a beer." Elandro turned back to the group. Mind if he joins us?"
"Sure, why not?" said Kiora.
"Don't mind if I do!" He stuck his hand out to the oracle. "Mendala, master of the dance of icy death."
The group each shook Mendala's hand. With the young sorcerer, a small shimmer of frost energy lanced between their hands when they shook. "A fellow descendant of the frost dragon, I see?"
"Told ya!"
Kiora just shrugged. Finally, the paladin came back in. "Whoa, this table grew. And aren't you the guy I just..."
"Gorun," Kiora interrupted, "these are Elandro and Mendala. They'll be coming with us on that farm job."
"Always a pleasure to meet new people," the paladin shook hands with the half-elf brothers, then turned to Kiora. "So, ready to make some money?"
The NG Human Winter Oracle with the Haunted curse grinned, mirroring the grins of Elandro the CG Half-Elf Trapbreaker Ranger, Mendala the CG Half-Elf Eldritch Scion Magus of the Silver Dragon Bloodline, Singa the NG Human Crossblooded Sorcerer of the Silver Dragon and Elemental Water (Ice for flavor) bloodlines, Gorun the LG human Paladin, and Tank the Human Armor Master. "Always."