Half-orc Barbarian 2 | HP 23/23 | AC 17; Tch 12; FF 15 | F +5; R +2; W +0 | CMB+5; CMD 17 | Speed 30 ft | Init +2 | MW Earthbreaker (silver): +6 (2d6+4) | Perc +5
Ecum takes one of the potions, just in case.
Looking at the secret entrances, she says "What if we disable these two ways in? I don't want anyone sneaking in behind us. I could tie them shut with rope," she suggests, taking a coil from her pack.
Half-orc Barbarian 2 | HP 23/23 | AC 17; Tch 12; FF 15 | F +5; R +2; W +0 | CMB+5; CMD 17 | Speed 30 ft | Init +2 | MW Earthbreaker (silver): +6 (2d6+4) | Perc +5
"I wonder if we should pile these boxes in front of the secret entrances," Ecum suggests. "If the Aspis know about them, that may be their best way in."
Half-orc Barbarian 2 | HP 23/23 | AC 17; Tch 12; FF 15 | F +5; R +2; W +0 | CMB+5; CMD 17 | Speed 30 ft | Init +2 | MW Earthbreaker (silver): +6 (2d6+4) | Perc +5
"We should turn him over to the authorities," Ecum says. "I'm sure death would be warranted, but they would also like to know they have taken this off the streets..."
Half-orc Barbarian 2 | HP 23/23 | AC 17; Tch 12; FF 15 | F +5; R +2; W +0 | CMB+5; CMD 17 | Speed 30 ft | Init +2 | MW Earthbreaker (silver): +6 (2d6+4) | Perc +5
bluff aid:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
"Shhhh! You'll give us all away! We're trying to buy some great new drug called Whip down here, and there's a bunch of authorities behind you. Either come in or get out!"
Half-orc Barbarian 2 | HP 23/23 | AC 17; Tch 12; FF 15 | F +5; R +2; W +0 | CMB+5; CMD 17 | Speed 30 ft | Init +2 | MW Earthbreaker (silver): +6 (2d6+4) | Perc +5
A female half-orc sits with the others and looks them over. She has short dark hair and form-fitting armor.
"Ecum Secum," she says. "That's my name. Anyway, I think I'm here for my muscle, but don't think for a second that's all I'm good for. 'Oh, she's swinging an earth-breaker...she must be pretty one-dimensional!'" she says, as if someone had said it to her before.
The moon is full…time to hunt! Fenrir Fanglord is a skinwalker of the open field and quiet forest, almost human in his ingenuity and free spirits, yet carrying a seed of those most terrible and brutal monsters—the werewolf.
Fenrir’s parents were settlers in the Stolen Lands. They worked hard to establish a small homestead in the wild. Fenrir’s mother was afflicted with lycanthrope during her pregnancy with Fenrir, and she died in child birth.
Her grief-stricken husband tried to raise the child alone. Though he tried to balance the poverty-stricken homestead with rearing the child, Fenrir exhibited strange behavior from birth—moreso when the moon waxed and waned—and his father did what he could for the child. Eventually, Fenrir’s father was also killed by the same lycanthropes that had afflicted his mother.
Outwardly human, Fenrir was virtually indistinguishable from other humans, with the exception of prominent eyebrows, long index fingers, and wild hair that seemed impossible to tame. Still, sensing the child was different, the lycanthropes did not kill the young Fenrir, and brought him into their tribe. The lycanthropes dwelt in a small, isolated settlement that resounded with howls on the night of the full moon. The tribe of werewolves lived in a seminomadic band, acting as traders, mystics, and entertainers, allowing them to wreak havoc in remote settlements before slipping off into the darkness to escape the subsequent suspicion and hostility of townsfolk.
They regularly participated in lunar rituals and nocturnal pack hunting. On one such hunt, the pack attacked a settlement. Much blood was spilled on both sides, and Fenrir lost consciousness and was left for dead. In the morning, the townsfolk confused Fenrir with a traveler who had just arrived and did not kill him, but his pack had left him behind. Fenrir tried to weave himself into the society, hoping his peculiar talents would go unnoticed.
Finding himself a misfit in the town, Fenrir was drawn to a life of adventure. He had a great desire to prove himself, and had a desire to earn his place as a pack alpha and fight against the image that all lycanthropes were violent monsters. Eventually, the young warrior decided to venture back to the Stolen Lands to build up the place his parents once called home. He has bonded with a wolf, Amarok, who accompanies him everywhere.
About Me:
I have been posting daily on the Paizo PBP boards for a year and a half. I post at least daily, though often 2-3 times in a given thread. I will be a regular player and like to delve into character development and idiosyncrasies. Here are a few posts to give you an idea of my posting style:
Realized you only wanted two posting examples...I did too many last time!
