Hey sorry gang, things aren't letting up. You have my full blessing to continue forth with a very lucky fellow.
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I am so so sorry for the past month guys! I have had some big changes to my responsibilities at work this Fall and my routine and free time are completely shot. I don't know if it'll let up or what. What do you want to do here GM? I wouldn't be offended if you all want to recruit a more stable 4th player, but I would prefer to write Dom off and put me on the bench rather than giving him a glorious and dramatic death. I just figure towing him around as a ghost PC or Bot is going to get annoying and I'm not sure when I can commit to a good posting rate again.
"This is insane, Mal! We have to get out of here, we don't have time for tes-parties, this building is a trap, I can't breathe in here." Dominic sputters as he storms across the room breathing heavily. Following the sound in the kitchen, Dom enters to see the hobgoblin going through the pantries. "Why is there one of you everywhere?!" he asks the hobgoblin as he swings at it.
Stepping up, Dom swings his greatsword at the nearest Hobgoblin.
Dom sags a little, feeling exhausted from the shock of the day taking such a turn. "There's gotta be a back door, lets sneak out. We have to stay out of view." He slowly follows Govrina and grabs anything of use as he goes.
Fueled by his shame, Dom yells out a savage howl. "aahhHHAHAHAHHH!! Attack me you bastard! Leave them alone!"
Dominic enjoys the light buzz from the weak ale. A smile creeps onto his face and he is a bit less crabby to follow along and enjoy the festival. Arriving at the Trading Company, he is blown away by the amount of gear. Traps, tools, and supplies for anything and everything. Having no direction for his future, the endless possibilities all draw him in. Mining, hunting, smithing, wood working, tanning, fishing, brewing.. his mind reels over and over while he walks through the racks. "How much for this, Blondie's Survival Rig?"
Contents:
backpack 2 gp 2 lbs
bedroll 1 sp 5 lbs 1-pint flask 3 cp 1.5 lbs 7 days’ trail rations 3.5 gp 7 lbs hunting knife 2 gp 1 lb whestone 2 cp 1 lb shovel 2 gp 8 lb hammer 5 sp 2 lbs 2 square yards canvas 2 sp 2 lbs fishing line and hook 1 sp flint and steel 1 gp iron pot 5 sp 10 lbs tent 10 gp 20 lbs waterskin 1 gp 4 lbs Total Cost: 22.95 gp
Having swiped some items from the Military academy and set out unannounced, Dominic was pretty poorly provisioned. Everything he had brought with him was either for safety or consumed on the way. But now that he's across the country, in a place where he's a no one, there's no reason people wouldn't sell to him or keep him for going on his way. No one is going to grab him by the ear and march him back to the Quartermaster here, You're too young to set out yet, you're just a fool boy trying to run away. He can still hear the disciplinarian's tirades.
Oh snap! Thanks!
"Sounds good to me, that's where Mal ran up ahead to right?" As they enter the building Dom stops right in the doorway like an amateur. As his eyes adjusted and others bumped into him, he stepped further into the establishment and walked up to Mal. "Did they end up having rooms?"
Dominic walks a few strides back from Govrina, "Geez, wear a sign painted tourist," he mumbles to himself and those immediately nearby. He turns up his jacket collar to try to fade from view on the active street, instinctually passing his hand over the off covered section where he had ripped out the stitches of a militia patch, making sure it is still gone. He had almost made it out of Kassen alone. He was just about to set out, for real this time, even though he had been saying it for weeks.. Get into some badass adventure, with card games and duels and who knows what. Oh well, the kids he grew up with weren't too bad. I mean, they did tattoo old Waitely's cow and throw that rager in the abandoned stable, and that night is legend now. It should be alright. "Hey, who wants to get an ale?" he asks with a stupid grin. Being the youngest at 15, a few months to his 16th name day, it's a gamble to whether he'll be served.
I believe I just have a feat to choose, so essentially yes.Power attack for a raging two-hander seems like an easy choice. Were you looking for something specific or different? No that's right on, mostly wanting to look at the bloodline feats quick for some planning.
I believe I just have a feat to choose, so essentially yes.
Cool, we'll go with it! BTW, this is hopefully not going to be his picture, the site is just not letting me select from the whole collection at the moment. |