This seems like a suitable avatar. Will come back to this later tonight. Still deciding a class. How do you feel about kobold's spell-less ranger?
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Traits and gear done. Over to you DM.
I agree Tilnar, plenty of warriors applying yesterday. Tuon is now a bard which should fit in with the theme of these adventures. He is no great combatant but an open book for the future. I did look at the master spy prestige class and that would be one path I could see Tuon following, if chosen. If the fluff is off in any way then let me know. I just need to take a look at traits and check the gear over. Cheers
Tuon mostly crunched. Will finish writing up his fluff this evening.
Is it alright if I adapt an alias from previous games? What about archetypes GM wanderer82? It could be that your reference to no Alternate classes nix's that but I'm just checking. Tuon will probably turn out as a warrior. I have a hankering to play a barbarian or fighter. Time to percolate and cogitate. Cheers
This is a difficult thing to say but I am going to drop out of this game. The main reason is a demanding two year old means who is changing daily and my free time is being cut as a result. I never thought I would do this because I love this game, the characters, players and the interaction but this game is one I am going to have to do without. Dreamweaver, thank you for the opportunity to play at your table. Apologies
Tuon walks carefully but his mind wanders as he tries to prepare for every eventuality. The possible ambushes and counter strikes that may save people. he mutters odd words to himself as he thinks, "enlarge? reduce? bows? rod? the ring?"
Tuon smiles at Skiddifig, "that Bugbear tripped me and your magic would have given me every chance of that not happening."
Tuon prepares to travel on. "Shall we follow the tracks and signs that Roderick has probably left. Once we have a general direction, those two can scout further ahead." "Skid, I've changed my mind, your magic is strong and being bigger will help me in battle so I'll leave it up to you. Given the choice though, give it to Creed or Roderick before me. Is that OK?"
"No wagon. It' just going to give us away when we follow. I'd be surprised if they haven't got guards posted and maybe an ambush after the way we dealt with them yesterday." "Hopefully they have run away. Otherwise we will have to kill more." The mercenary starts pulling the wagon into cover, "Rod, give us a hand hiding this."
"Well our mother was a lovely little thing. She deserved better than what she got." He briefly examines his nails and cleans them of dirt. "But I said I wouldn't harm Verzale or his mutt unless they step out of line and I keep my word." "Why couldn't she have a horse, why a mutt? Its like someone hates us up there." The mercenary slowly stands, brushing earth off his legs and back. "I need some sleep, Good night Creed." - "And thanks," can be heard as the man walks off.
Tuon looks around to see where Rodrick is. Its a reflex. "Yeah, a diseased one just like that....wolf ripped up my family some. I survived thanks to Roderick." The mercenary waves a hand across his face of scars. "I... well it was rough burying our mother. She was....." He throws the twig away. And looks at Creed venomously, "that wolf makes me remember things I keep buried. No one should trust such a beast. They're killers." The small twig snaps and he throws the bits away.
Once his equipment is sorted, Tuon takes a walk around the camp perimeter. Then he returns to Creed and stays with him for a while. "Do you think they'll be back tonight?" he asks poking the earth with a sharp twig.
Once camp is found by Vezale and his pet, the mercenary tends his weapons and armour. He makes sure that the gear is holding out fine and then sets about putting a sharp edge on the longsword. If wood is needed, the soldier goes off to collect what fallen branches and the like he can find.
Once camp is found by Vezale and her pet, the mercenary tends his weapons and armour. He makes sure that the gear is holding out fine and then sets about putting a sharp edge on the longsword. If wood is needed, the soldier goes off to collect what fallen branches and the like he can find.
"So what happened here?"
Tuon's face mottles. His eyes flash lavender and grunting through gritted teeth, he says, "heal up!" The last wound closes. Pointing at Verzale he gives his trademark death's head grin, "save your healing for those that need it, you fool!" DM Spoiler
Spoiler:
The wound reopens as the temporary hit points go after three minutes. He stomps off laughing to himself.
........ Creed turns and asks, "Who else is still injured, for Kord's sake?" "Thanks Creed. I can fight well enough but that helps." He eyes Verzale for any comments.
"I got ten gold, what did you get Sca-" Tuon's mouth drops open in mid-sentence. He looks around for Skiddifig and Creed.
And Tuon winces at the bugbear's vicious wound. He also takes a moment to check the arrow graze on his shoulder too. "Verzale, Scarrd is wounded," he shouts. Routinely, the mercenary checks over the bodies for clues and treasure. He strips the bodies of anything of value, including armour and weapons, throwing it all in the wagon.
Attack roll 1d20+6+1d6=27 (Rolled a 19, Threat not confirmed - rolled total 16),Damage 1d8+4=9 Taking advantage of the warlock's positioning, Tuon cuts left and right then aims for the bugbear's neck, just missing his throat.
Tuon moves over to see how Scarrd is. "Roderick can you track the two that fled?"
Wagon plus DM
Spoiler: Tuon roars at the fallen half-orc. "You are dead!" giving the bugbear a death's head grin.
Tuon steps up to the vicious humanoid, trying to avoid leaving an opening for the luckless goblin nearby. He sweeps the longsword two handed over his head and down towards its brain.
Wagon
Spoiler: Tuon uses the brief respite to stand.
The closest one you can see are about sixty feet.
Your wish...
Tuon attempts to cut the whip in two with his longsword. He saws it back and forth across the end, near his ankle.
Wagon group plus DM/whipmaster
Spoiler: .
Tuon falls like a sack of spuds, not expecting such a low trick. "Gah!"
DM/Wagon group
Spoiler: Creed just went so I believe it's Scarrd's go. Has he just gone and readied a spear attack on the bugbear? If it is Tuon's go, he attacks the little goblinoid before him.
Tuon slashes at the first goblin, trying to open up its skull.
Wgaon:** spoiler omitted ** Wagon Spoiler: "Perhaps you should wait and see how us fighters make out? Save those spells until really needed. Hit me with it if we get into trouble, fair?"
The Wagon:
Spoiler: Tuon calls on his golden shield and it grows before his body, then he grips the longsword tightly and moves around the wagon in front of Scarrd and his longspear.
Tuon spends a while humming to himself with one hand pressed to his forehead and eyes shut. Then the glitter of ruby re-appears in them. Afterwards the mercenary climbs down behind the cover of the wagon.
"Watch out for flankers and people in trees, folks!" shouts Tuon to the others.
The mercenary smiles at the ambush working. Now they just have to survive.
Flashback to as we boarded the wagon Tuon looks at the magical gear. "The ring would benefit all of us, but I reckon one of Bri or Skiddifig would get burnt to a crisp fastest. As for the healing wand, I don't truly understand such things who can use it?" --------- Back to the wagon, and Tuon's eyes return to normal once he is out of sight of the ambush. "Skiddifig, what can you do at range? Can you blast them like Scarrd. I haven't seen you fight yet?"
Tuon nods to Scarrd and ignores Verzale. His eyes are now glittering like rubies again. "And if we aren't ambushed, we return here?"
"Creed, Skid, maybe stay hid for a bit, see if the others can tempt the sneaky cowards out. What say you? Everybody eaten too. It could be your last chance for a while." Tuon goes still and quiet as he calls on the powers of his mind.
Tuon opens his eyes and stretches a little. He smiles at Creed, "I was in a very soft place with a very friendly elf. Shame to wake up really." He grabs his sword and shield and looks about to make sure everyone else is on the ball.
Tuon, in typical soldier fashion, falls asleep one we are underway. He begins snoring lightly and drooling slightly.
"How do you do it, Creed? You could fall in a pile of s!*~ and come out smelling of roses." Tuon shakes his head at the lucky flower catcher.
Tuon spends a moment to wipe hair away from his eyes. "The Xorian are a family of elves. They travel all around the south dealing with the more strange merchandise. I have only heard about them. Never seen them before."
Tuon stops his march to the wagon and just stares. "Xorian?" he murmurs.
"I think we have spent enough of the morning doing these chores, let's get Bri and Creed some action before they wither." Tuon nods to Scarrd.
Tuon turns to Garl briefly, "thanks, I'll see you again." Then he leaves.
He mulls over the people going about their business and speaks without looking away. "Bri, you're right. Talon's job matters. But so does Scarrd and I'd be waiting here if it was you too. Got to help the man just the same." He notices the way one man keeps bumping into people as he walks, trying to decide if its an accident or not.
Tuon moves back to think and listen. He adopts his usual position near the door and keeps an eye on the passersby.
"A village to the south. A place where no one could do what I can and they would kill me if they found out." The mercenary bluntly looks at Garl, "You got it too? Did it get worse in you?" The cracking of white knuckles on his sword hilt ends the warrior's queries.
"So these adventurers.. you don't happen to remember where they found the stone or perhaps who they were, do you?" Tuon looks around to make sure no one other than the party is listening in. "And as for this psionics, I have it growing in me like a disease. What can you do to help that?"
"Yes. My friend here has some questions, they may be difficult to answer but he needs your help with them and he needs it now. There are other matters but that is why I am here." The mercenary tries not to appear so grim and downright nasty for Garl. But putting people at ease isn't his forte. "For myself, I understand you to be actively on the side of the "mind warriors. Is that right?" Tuon waits for an answer.
"Scarrd!" shouts Tuon. "So now your crazy ass is back to be saved yet again! I knew you wouldn't miss this, never!" Suddenly the mad shopping trip seems a long time ago.
Tuon plows on to the Bazaar.
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