Glad I'm not the only not having too much time this week.
Between a very busy weekend, and being sick most of the week with a icky head cold, I have only made the barest of posts in my games.
I will catch up tonight, and try to reply soon.
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Seeing his tormentor flying toward them, breathing fire, and shouting about how he will torture him again, Elrohir decides to take matters into his own hands. Focusing all of his anger, torment and pain into his bow and takes a shot at Grimjowl.
numbers: Attack is 13 +5 via Wind Reader = 18 -8 for distance(should be correct) = +10 total bonus to attack.
Guys, gals and all others, I want to apologize for my extended absence, I am having serious difficulty getting into the proper mindset for post torture/wingless(natural) Elrohir. He's been severely damaged, and since I've not every even kinda experienced something like that, I don't really know how to portray him. I'm not saying I'm quitting, but if you guys want me to leave, I will. I just am not sure how best to play 'Sting' at this point, and it's super frustrating, especially cuz 'Flick' was super fun.
You did, on the 6th. I've been going back n forth with how I want Elrohir to react, and have actually typed a few posts but then decided I didn't like them :( I will try to get something up tonight.
Sting joins the others on deck, glancing warily the incoming ship. "Uh, guys. That's the Blood Drake, the ship Grimjowl helms. It's crew can see in the dark, and it's much more heavily armed and armored than we are. About the only advantages we have is that we're slightly faster, and most of their crew can't fly."
Obviously Sting has his revenge, but beyond that, he loves to explore. While his capture and torment killed a certain amount of his personality, his innate curiosity was too strong to completely die. Looking back, I would say that's probably why he singed onto the group originally, before my leaving. A chance to go new places, see new things, and of course, fly around/among them all.
Yay! Thanks MDT!
Few things: 1) Ya know I don't think we've gotten into one fight since I've come back? Makes me sad :( 2) I really need to gear myself up as a 6th level character. I completely forgot to that, heh. 3) MDT, is it possible to add me back to the active roster? Or do I need to contact Paizo?
Perception checks: check 1 check 2 check 3 check 4 check 5 check 6 check 7 check 8 check 9 check 10
Sting once again thanks the elves "I appreciate the advice. Thank you all again" And with that he takes flight and heads back to the ship. Upon landing, he goes to Connor and fills him in on everything "I'm not sure that cloaked figure is my tormentor, but it sounds like it could be." He flat out ignores Volita, and any talk of trading and cargo.
Sting bows in thanks first to Ma'ver, and then to the red-haired elf, and the girl with the big bow. "Thank you all so very much. I greatly appreciate your help and information." He turns to leave, then pauses, and looks back "While our first impressions weren't the best, it was nice to be among fellow elves for a little awhile, even if we aren't the exact same. Again, thanks" He says with a warm smile, shades of the old 'Flick' floating to the surface.
Yea, I'm not really into playing Traders & Cargo Haulers. D&D is my more speed. That said, as long as it doesn't clog up too much of the actual game(which is what I was worried it was doing before), and it gets Volita some action, but also moves forward other story, I'm cool with *some* trading.
As the blonde makes her comment that seemingly sounds like she might try to take his wings, Sting unslings his bow, but before he gets a chance to knock an arrow, the elder appears and he puts down his weapon. Turning to her, he bows in respect "Honored one, as I just told these children, my wings were torn off by a monstrous lizardfolk, who then saw fit to torture me for his own amusement."
"Look, I have no idea what a 'Seevra' is, but I am no noble, promise. In fact, until just recently, all I was a prisoner for a vile bastard of a lizardfolk who tore of my biological wings, and tortured me for sport. That's what I'm after, information about him and his ship" He'll then describe his captor, ship, and provide any other information they request.
Sting lands, near one of the groups, but with enough room between them to not appear openly hostile or intrusive. He keeps his hands visible, and away from his bow or other weapons. "Afternoon. I, uh, am with a, um, trading vessel, that stopped here after getting lost. Uh, I could use some information, if possible" He says, in Elven, clearly a bit intimidated.
As the others go off to sell their wares and talk to the locals, Sting takes to the air, and leisurely flies off towards the Elven district. He keeps an eye out for anything interesting while in flight.
"Please be getting said papers, as soon as convenient, I wanna be able to truly stretch my wings" Elrohir asks politely, but with a hint of fervor.
Sting can sense the male Ghiera's discomfort, but says nothing. Instead he address Rospher, asking "Is there any restrictions on flying within your city?"
Elrohir scans the their surroundings, keeping an eye for any potential trouble, especially considering what happened at their last stop
Once they've landed Sting makes his way to Connor "Want me to scout the immediate area for us?"
Sting stabs a knife down right in the middle of Volita's chart. "How does any of that nonsense help us with finding the scum responsible for ripping my wings off and beating me nearly to death?!" He practically shouts, rage building as this girl seemed far more interested in playing cargo hauler than doing anything useful.
"I don't think Esara sounds like a place I would want to go anyways" Sting says, running a hand over his right ear. "Bastra could be a good place to fly" He says wonderingly.
Man, its a good thing I'm not a skill monkey. There's already a ton of info there, per GM request, so unsure if I could fit too much more there, lol.
Uh, MDT, my skills are exactly like Adraniel's. Mine are listed under statistics: Skills Acrobatics+13, Fly+18, Perception+16, Sense Motive+13, Stealth+13 The only difference is I don't have an ACP listed, because I specifically wore armor that lacks an ACP.
Sting accompanies Conner, as finding a map seemed like it would involve interacting with the least amount of people. With his current mindset, he was a bit of a liability, and figured it would be best to avoid getting into any unnecessary fights.
Elrohir spends as much of the intervening week as possible flying around, whether its in the city or just around there ship. Whatever time is not spent in the skies is generally spent either engaging in target practice, or personal alone time(ie brooding). When the group gathers to discuss what to do next, he comments "I get the feeling we've exhausted our options here. If the only place where even rumors of the blue/grey lizardfolk are from the south, then should we not head there?"
Here as well.
No worries mdt, family and real life always come first. Thanks for the heads up. Hope all is well. Meanwhile, we'll just haze the newbies :P
Upon landing back on the airship, Elrohir went belowdecks pretty much right away. As somebody more likely to fly than walk, he *hated* when his wings got wet. After drying off, he tied himself to his bed, knowing that to try and remain un-secure would be very bad indeed. Once the storm was over, with all of its rocking of the boat, Sting made his away back up top. Spotting Conner he said "Well, that was just plain awful. Can we never do that again?
Taking flight right behind Connor, Sting races towards the ship hopefully not having any difficulty in the storm. He too will look around as they fly back, looking for any dangers or threats
Sorry mdt! My Septs are always crazy busy, as its not only my birthday, but also my bestie's(seven days after mine). This year was extra nuts cuz I'm potentially in-between jobs and still looking for a place to live(Been staying at my mom's atm). Was just gonna post tonight, as I noticed earlier how long it's been. Again, apologies. I hope the others are still around as well, though I personally would not mind looking for new blood if that would help re-kickstart this game.
The entire time they are in the tavern, Sting is super fidgety. He had just gotten back his wings, and he was aching to try them out. Granted, he had flown some along the ship, but that was different. He loved to glide, dive, whirl and soar within a city, as that was challenging. Plus, doing so always allowed him to see so much more than those bound to the ground. So he sits near Connor, near twitching with the need to get outside and take to the sky. "How much longer you think before Adran either gets into a fight or decides he's done being yelled at and walks away? I wanna stretch my wings" Despite the incredible torment and torture he knows Elrohir endured, this is something Connor recognizes from the old Flick, the almost burning desire to fly.
From his perch, Sting is able to overhear a good portion of the conversation between Connor and the small group that met them. The elven captain was intriguing, perhaps a potential ally there.
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