Dobb's page

Dobbs signed up for all three. I don't think there's a rule about not being able to do all three, but the rewards for doing the Hard must be significantly better than the rewards for the Light.

Dobbs signs up for the Obstacle (Easy, Medium, and Hard) and Wrestling(Light).

"Could you describe the Man of War tournament? I might not use a gun, but it sure does sound interesting."

"Now that I think of it, why don't we go meet this Raven fellow? I know that Vi and I haven't seen neither beak nor feather of him. What of you, Nito?" Dobbs asks quietly while the man is in the shop fixing Myali's holy symbol.

I feel a disturbance in the force. Like a single wizard is being killed be a man wielding a warspoon.

"I find this all very interesting." Dobbs comments as he holds his brand new stash.

Dobbs also walks into the shop right after Nito. Upon seeing the boots, he comments "Fascinating!" before picking one up off the ground. He begins flipping through the book, waiting for the little old man to begin talking to him.

The first thing that Dobbs does after obtaining his skin is go to the local monastery. As he enters the building, he see what he can find out amoung his fellow monks what all is happening that requires a balanced opinion. He also tries to avoid any sparring, because his particular fighting style of rearranging life forces is generally seen as evil, and Dobbs wishes to keep himself in good light amoung his peers.

"I do find it quite interesting that in order for you to get information you have to hold your gun." Dobbs comments on Vi when she tells the group what she found out.

Dobbs comes to the rest of the group whistling. He is cherishing the feel of whistling for as long as he can, not knowing if the curse will end or not. He is now wearing blue monk robes, and is revealing his face. His black hair is glossy, and his eyes continue to glow a slight green color. As he walks in to see people being shot, sarenading, slapping, and other words that begin with S, Dobbs decides to leave and grab a bite to eat elsewhere.

Yeah, not having a part in that. I'm going to save for Monk Robes. I need another 4000 for that. Can't have Gaias make it for me yet.

Dobbs starts rubbing his ears. His pointed ears.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. This is absolutely fascinating!"

Dobbs is now wearing a blue monk robe, with an open hood. His long black hair reaches down to his chest.

I decided to keep my Necrotic Aura to symbolize his origins, and to show that he still has a unique power over living spirits and such. It's also why he's still a Hungry Ghost monk. That is all.

"I know that no one is there, Ian." Says Dobbs.

"Myali, if you're up here, who's down there?" Dobbs asks.

AAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW YEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

...Ahem...

I'm ready to leave whenever you guys are. I guess we just need Gaius to finish making our items.

I need something to increase my defense. Armor bracers would be prefered, but aren't required.

"I don't think I want to look under the table." Dobbs says in a hushed voice.

"Well. That was entertaining. Shall I continue to travel with you or shall we part ways?"

Or neutral, for that matter!

"Indeed. Let us depart."

Fade to black, FADE TO BLACK

"'Tis a pleasure to meet you, my dear! Tell me, what is your role in this band of merry... women, it seems! Except for you, sir. What is your name again?"

"We can agree on something, Mister... Mister... Mister... I'm sorry, My name is Dobbs, what are you names?"

"Silence, wench!" shouts the Skeleton.

"... I jest, of course. Tell me, where shall we be heading now? Pehaps a Cleric shall be in order... correct?" Says the obitu. The skeleton is clothed in a red cloak that covers his entire body. The triming is a bright gold. His luminescent eyes shine through the clothe that drapes over his boney face.