Thanks for the offer, but there's not much to be done. It's something I'm pretty used to handling, it just sometimes hits surprisingly hard.
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Feeling a strange feeling settle over him like a blanket, Einar smashes his fist together. Not a bit of pain. Huh. Giving his dragons a quick scratch, the bladesman places his head in his palm. "You two are going to be trouble, aren't you?" Freezing as the man reads their auras, the teenager frowns. Is he reading Chi or something else? Damn, I wish I knew how this world worked. At the mention of another race, Einar stares down at his hands, marked with scars from life. Abandon your humanity for strength? I think not. Striding into the town with a strange confidence, the young man tugs his leather jacket tight. "I don't suppose any of you are planning on doing extreme plastic surgery?"
Watching the group deal with the fey, Einar keeps his hand on the pommels of his blades. I suppose I can not judge, this isn't the same world we're from. Still... As the fey cowers and submits to the party, the teenager lets a pent up breath. "What's one more tagalong?" As the group settles down, and his blades return to their draconic form, the young adult shucks his leather off, balling it into a pillow. "What Joe said. Feel free to keep watch, but please no binding and gagging." Blinking the sleep out of his eye, Einar goes to rub his eyes only to feel his arms restrained behind his back. At the snicker of his dragons, he sighs. "You know, guards are supposed to warn the group of mischievous actions." Wiggling his wrists around in the binding, he reached around to the knot. It's just like the old training with the officers, except it's not handcuffs. Rubbing his wrists, Einar stares at the empty containers around him before giving the oatmeal an even more questionable stare. After the other start eating their food, he slowly raises a spoon to his lips.
Hmm, good to see that I don't have to worry about bullets being hurled my way. "Well, it seems to boil down if we're okay killing attackers," Einar gives Jellana a pointed stare as he mentions killing, "or if want to deal with less morally problematic attackers. I think I would prefer the rogues to be entirely honest, but I can deal with the undead."
Shrugging his shoulders, Einar eyes the lady and the humanoids. "I don't particularly care either way." Pausing for a moment, the armed youth adds, "She mentioned sniped. Are guns a thing here?"
Wobbling on his legs for a moment, Einar quietly rides on the small boat, idly popping his swords in and out of their holsters. Moving in the middle of the pack, the young man takes the step two at a time. Watching the crystals subtly changing colors, he quietly murmurs, "This refraction has some very interesting implications for physics of this universe." Waiting for the others and seeing no immediate response, Einar asks, "What's so important at the town of New Faces? Also, what sort of threats would we be facing?"
Patting the paladin on the shoulder, Einar gives a lift of his shoulder. "I would wager this world does not work on the same laws as ours." At the comment about his name Einar snorts. "Nothing so epic. My great great grandfather was Danish, and my parents were looking for something uncommon." With a sort of sad fondness, he smiles. "Yep. I was born and raised in the Rockies." Stepping next to the waterside, Einar attempts to stare through the fog. "Alive you say. Wonderful."
Extending his hand to give Joe's a proper shake, Einar goes through his response slowly. "Einar...bladesman I suppose? I don't believe I have any magic at the moment." At the mention of the legendary blade, the boy's eyebrow lifts. "The Excalibur of Arthurian myth?" Snatching his dragons blades from the air, he slips them into their holster. [i]That sounded very unproductive."[/b]"Sounds about par for the course. Any idea who the dark ones are, or we just supposed to look for whoever is juggling babies and wearing black?" Watching Jellena and Frank interact, Einar only sees the murdered woman and child. Turning to face the door man, his face appears stonelike. "Lets go. I need to apologize to...Delman for how my dragons acted."
"Well, you're not wrong." Tossing food underhand to Velerait, Einar gives Artemis an apologetic shrug. "If I had know I would have let you know." As the bound Delmen is unbound and explains urgently what happened, the youth turns to his magical companions with a disapproving stare. "Care to explain why you tied him up?" Groaning, he gestures to his shoulders and his holsters. "I definitely should discuss things with you later, but we should try to keep up with them. You can choose how we travel." Nodding, Einar adjusts his jacket. "I guess I'm with you folks for the foreseeable future. It's not like I know how this world works."
"Nice to meet you Bazizz and Velerait." Chuckling at the comment, Einar starts gathering food for his drake companions, opening cans and giving the dragons the food they ask for. At the arrival of the others, Einar gestures to the dragon currently imitating a dog in a kiddy pool. "That's Velerait, and this fella on my shoulder is Bazizz. Scratching at the back of his head, he adds hesitantly, "They were...hungry."
Jolting at the sudden appearence of the bandolier, Einar chuckles quietly. "Makes about as much sense as anything else." Thanking the universe he bought a thinner belt, the youth wove the bandolier through his belt loops, the loose and empty scabbards bouncing against his thighs. Staring at the dragons as they return his confused stare, he idly runs his hand through his hair. "Should have guessed you were hungry. So..." the newly reborn swordsman points to the more fishlike of the two, a dragon the color of seawater. "If you can understand me, what's your name?" Turning to the other dragon, a small emerald beast, the boy smiles. "Same for you. Since you're stuck with me the name is Einar."
Placing his dishes in the sink, Einar stares at the blades in his hands, running his thumb over the dragon head cross guard. I wonder if they're stuck like this, or if they only want to appear to me? Idly rolling the blades around his thumb, Einar realizes he needs a way to secure the blades to his person. Maybe there is sheathes I can repurpose for the time being. Drawn out of his engineering stupor by Frank, the youth nods along to the man's word. "Definitely some fantasy universe rather than ours. I have a few questions, but they can wait until morning." Giving a small wave as he heads to bed, Einar takes care to push something of weight against the door, paranoia winning over good manners. The youth falls atop the bed and drifts to sleep slowly. Rising as the light strikes his face, the youth grumbles as he wakes. Giving a glance to his clothes, and the blades still beside him, Einar sighs. "And here I was hoping to just have to deal with class." Unblocking his door, Einar makes his way downstairs in relative silence. Noticing the man asleep underneath the table, the young man pauses, unsure whether to wake him or allow him further rest.
Sorry, my internet has been sort of wonky lately. Paizo gobbled my last post. Um, honestly I'm afraid I'll have to pass on the offer, unless you are planning something special. There isn't many I can choose from.
Trailing behind the party as they enter the house, Einar maintains his awkward silence as he watches the group go about their business. "So, these will be the only people who know of home. Hearing his name, the young man turns to see Jellena displaying a bit of his cleavage. Raising an eyebrow at the provocative action, Einar gives a hesitant nod before letting himself be led outside. "Excuse me, what is your name?" Deeds done in the dark:
When the woman and the child start into Jellena, he quickly moves to intercept the cane, before Jellana activates what could only be called a lightsaber, and ends the pair with being little more than body parts. Giving the woman a withering glance, Einar gestures to the bodies with his blades. "Was that really necessary? Surely we could have done this without slaying a cripple and some old woman?" Einar watches as the woman leads the old man to the corpse of his son inside the house. Such dichotomy with her actions. I better keep a close eye on her. Feeling the growl of his stomach, because apparently dying is hungry work, he takes a plate from the older man with a quiet, "Thanks." Taking a space against the wall, Einar quietly eats his food, watching the action around him.
Giving the group a raised eyebrow, Einar shrugs and moves towards the group, "I don't suppose you know what exactly is going on here?" Gazing over the loot, the young man asks, "I don't suppose you'd give a poor misplaced youth some coinage for survival?"
"Oh shi-"Feeling the air rush past him, Einar takes a moment to enjoy the adrenaline before the claws of his companions sink into his clothes. Well, at least the lady didn't lead to me immediately die by forming an Einar shaped splat on the ground. "Thanks for keeping me from dying." Any further words are cut off as the trio impacts the ground. Tuck, and guard your head! Using his hand as support, Einar lifts himself from the ground. "Where did..." his voice drops off as he notices the blades resting on the ground. Grabbing the weapons and giving them a testing twirl, Einar places both the blades in his right hand, and moves into the crowd. When in Rome I suppose. As the woman speaks, Einar tries to assume what the context is, before the fog rolls in. Palming his blade into his other hand, Einar speaks up. "You do realize you are telling us to trust the fey, the legendary tricksters?"
Sweet! :) Drop in an NPC or additional friend? This world my friend, no worries.
Einar the Slasher:
Jolting with the sudden change of scenery, Einar stares at the girl standing before him. His face is still blank, shock from the accident still processing. "Uh, what? I'm dead?"
Grumbling under breath about third time being the charm, Einar props an elbow up on the chair to support his head. Waving his hand idly, the brown hairs young man says, "So basically you're telling me heaven is lame, and I could experience a world of magic and might. Given the fact I can't go back, and heaven sounds like like forced labor, I'll roll the dice." He chuckles slightly at his pun. Pausing, Einar scratches at his barely there stubble, thinking about her offer. "Could you possibly give me two miniature dragons that polymorph into blades? That would give me companions and something to defend myself with." Stopping for a moment, he adds, "Could they affect the blades? Maybe lightning and acid?" Taking a moment to pause, Einar dipped his head to the figure. "My apologies for bothering you ma'am." Hello everyone, I'm Einar! Sidenote, does anyone have a better alias than the Slasher? Einar was taken, and Slasher seems mildly serial killer.
I'm fine just being thrown in and awakening near the party, though I'm okay with whatever works best for you Wolf.
Hawksw0rd here, I've got everything except weapons and armor sorted out. So I believe I'm ready to go, and if I've been in this world longer, I can adjust my armor and weaponry. Here is the character sheet as it stands. |