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I think you missed Ferratal, unless maybe I'm missing something in my submission?
I'll try again with Ferratal. This is one of those games that I'd just love to play, and I really loved this character. As last time, I've taken a few liberties with the gold and equipment seeing as he's a slave (mainly some equipment broken, saying he crafted his hanbo and reducing total remainiing gold to 9 cp even though I didn't spend that much). If this is a problem, please, let me know and I'll fix them.
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Finally got all my stuff done and in my profile. For your convenience I'm posting them here as well. Description:
Picture A tall elf stands wrapped in overlarge clothing. It is hard to tell the form of his body under the loose shirt. His hands--green with just a hint of blue--have the only skin fully exposed, though his face is visible in the shadows of his deep hood. Red hair is tied back into a braid. A feather hangs from the corner of one ear. His violet eyes stare around, seeming to see much. The few items he carries seem well worn; a walking stick, a backpack and a small belt knife sheathed at his side. Background:
Ferratal looked across the bare patch of earth from the edge of the jungle, where he lay hidden, towards the solid white constructions of the Aspis Consortium. On other days, he'd wondered long on why these men would build ovens to live in, but today there were no thoughts beyond the raid. The first he'd been aloud to accompany. He noted two guards leaning against one of the buildings and two others walking through the center. Ferratal stepped back. He crawled through the brush, making only a few rustlings. When he was far enough back, he stood and run the remaining quarter mile to where Marenya stood. "Four visible. Two patroling, two stationary." Marenya nodded at the report. She quickly pointed and motioned to several of the other elves. They split off and disappeared into the thick growth of the jungle. Six remained, including Ferratal and Marenya. Marenya looked at each of the others in turn. They each responded to the wordless question with a bare nod. Finally Marenya turned to Ferratal, "Stay hidden. Watch." Ferratal nodded. He had been lectured long on this and knew how important Marenya found it. Ekujae began their training as scouts. If he did well, he may be alowed to progress to warrior, but seeing comes first. They slowly crept back to the edge of the cleared area. Ferratal stayed and watched as the others slowly made their way into the compound as previously planned. Things seemed fine at first. Ferratal watched in awe as one guard then another fell with no alert being called. That was when he saw the troop sneaking out a door and around one of the buildings behind Marenya's group. To Ferratal's growing horror, Marenya did not see the guards. Ferratal stood and yelled, "Behind you! He had not realized he'd decided to join the fight until he was halfway across the field with a branch in hand. Ferratal through the stick aside and pulled his belt knife out, though he was barely trained in its use. He yelled, and let that yell propel him forward. He could see other Ekujae charging towards him, though in this battle haze he couldn't distinguish who. Ferratal was faster. He clashed with the men of the Aspis Consortium and found himself quickly outmatched. A sharp pain in his wrist. A dagger thudding to the dirt. More yelling. More men. The rash bravery Ferratal had felt crossing the field left quickly as he found himself drowning in this battle. Though he could not follow how it had all happened, Ferratal found himslef shepherded into one of the buildings, bruised, bleeding and confused. The heat that assaulted Ferratal did not help and he nearly passed out--he guessed it would probably be the second or third time. The men carried him a little farther then threw him to the ground. Ferratal heard a clang and snap. He tried to stand up, but hit his head on the cold iron bars above him. The sounds of fighting and the light through the windows began to swirl and fade again. One thought swirled with his head, I'm in a cage. ****** Ferratal woke it had been many years since he'd dreamed of his capture at the hands of those foul people. The Aspis Consortium had kept him and worked him hard--likely harder than any of his masters since. Anger filled him again at the thought, but he dropped his arms, deliberately pushing the anger away. He looked through the window, a dim light just followed the edge of the horizon. It would be another hour before the sun peaked over those hills and Ferratal was expected. He began to dance. Though he moved fairly fast, he was careful with the placement of his hands, feet and the way in which he moved, drawing power from the ground to the end of his fingertips, allowing him to put the full force of his body into a single touch. His mind drifted, almost as if he were dreaming, but this time it was peaceful drifting. He could hear Old Man--he never let Ferratal call him anything other than that--teaching Ferratal this dance, and how it could be used to great effect in a fight. Ferratal could smell the wood as he carved at the walking stick, bringing it into balance so he could use it as a weapon. He could see Tolanya, the elf he had fallen in love with, then been separated from when he'd been sold. He could taste the salt of the sea as he worked on one ship after another at the bequest of his most recent Masters. Things flashed through his mind in seemingly random patterns. He took note of all, and judged none. After some time Ferratal finished his dance. The sun was just starting to reach over the hills. It was time to go. Ferratal walked out the door and down the stairs. He stood straight-backed in the corner, waiting. After some time Master Woolworth finally approached him, "A ship called the Jenivere is leaving tomorrow. You will be taken to it, and that is where you will work till you've reached Eleder. They will turn you over to our offices there." Ferratal nodded. He went back to pack his few small belongings then came downstairs again. Master Woolworth simply pointed to two men in the door. Ferratal followed into the overbright morning. Personality: Ferratal is calm and controled. He learned from that first fight where he was so badly beaten the importance of taking time to think through an action. Despite this he enjoys a good competition when he can get it. Ferratal knows how to take care of himself in a fight, but would rather avoid it. His ultimate goal is to be free of slavery and he will pay any price for that. Due to his past experience with the Aspis Consortium he harbors a special hatred for them and if he can block their goals in any way he will.
YanJieming here with the completed statblock. I know the bakcground etc, jut need to write it out but the salient points are as follows: Reduced Background:
Ferratal grew up in the Ekujae tribe of elves and was captured the first time he joined an attempt to free slaves from the Aspis Consortium. He has been a slave for many years since and sold several times over, eventually leading him to "employment" on the Jenivere. While he's tried to escape or buy his freedom before, he has been unsuccessful as of yet. He's learned to continue practice of his martial training, disguised by dancing, and to use either his bare hands or his hanbo, which he has crafted himself and mostly lets people think of it as a walking stick. His main goal at this point is to buy his freedom. I've taken a few liberties with the gold and equipment seeing as he's a slave (mainly some equipment broken, saying he crafted his hanbo and reducing total remainiing gold to 9 cp even though I didn't spend that much). I hope these aren't a problem. If they are, let me know and I'll fix them. I'll write up a full background and post it up later, but I just wanted to get you the main points to start with.
Ferratal nods at the goblin and Aerys himself ready to walk when Kevos interupts. Is this true? Why would that be? he wonders aloud, scratching at his chin
Tsukitaro! You made it, Ferratal exclaims as the goblin and his donkey make it through. I was worried you had changed your mind. He laughs as if this were a clever joke. Come, let's get those horses and be on our way.
Ferratal tries a smile at the man coming down the road, but his smile slips as his stomach catches up. He turns, green-faced to the others. But there is only a slight waver to his voice as he says, He was right behind us. Despite this assurance, his brows pull together and he adds a question, Wasn't he?
Ferratal steps looks at Kevos, confused for a moment. Then laughs. I will gladly allow you to go first, despite the fact that I am much older and much better looking. He laughs again, a twinkle in his eye. Once Ryder and Kevos are through, Ferratal follows, trying to make himself small as he steps into the circle.
Ferratal's eyes open wide at the mention of teleportation. He nods, but remains quiet. He wanders around the room, full of nervous energy as he waits for the spell to complete.
Ferratal looks at each of his companions, then the man at the desk, "I wasn't told anything either, but I'm not missing this chance. I'll go." He nods firmly to punctuate his declaration.
Ferratal reaches for his own Wayfinder and inspects it with a cheery grin. "Thank you sir." Then he turns to listen as the others discuss the job.
Ferratal pulls back, his smile faltering for a moment. "What? . . . I mean this team. We're all . . . " he trails off looking around. Finally he speaks again, more firm, "It's going to be a great team." His already tall frame seems to extend as he stands a little straighter, eyes gleaming.
Ferratal looks at the goblin, face growing wider at each word. tThis is amazing. You . . . your educated? he holds out his hand as if this were a greeting. Ferratal looks at his extended hands then shakes himself. Oh. Um, I'm Ferratal. He smiles in open mouthed wonder as he looks at each of their members in turn. Won't this be great?
Well, I do have bulls strength prepared, but only for one person . . . And only one instance of it.
Wait . . . That's me. I'm our strongest? Lol. "It's okay guys. If we just work together, we can lift anything."
Ferratal definitely is a bit of both, naive and ignorant. His dream was simple; him dancing free of servitude, then flying to Absolam to join the Pathfinders. He didn't even pause to consider how bad this assignment might be, I mean after decades of slavery, how bad could it be, right? ;) I think he'll be a good naive, optimistic guy who thinks it's all roses and teamwork. He's definitely in for a surprise. I see him as eventually being (or trying to be) the cohesion factor in the group once he gets over the shock of how broken it is.
Thank you for the selection! I will keep my eye out for the discussion thread.
Things are finished now, though not as I had hoped. I lost a major part of my life and as such, have had to reevaluate some peons of my life. I regret this, but I must withdraw from most of my campaigns, including this one. Thank you for the game and I hope it continues well for you.
To all of my games:
Bull slugs? Are they good? I'll eat them all! Mogmurch runs to the contest, ready to go. He lifts the eyepatch as he sits down to eat.
A sing song voice begins to be heard, with large deep breaths between. Things go boom when Mogmurch throws,
Mogmurch appears just before the song ends, he titters, then looks around. He is not only wearing his customary skull cap, but he has also put on his eyepatch and glasses for the special occasion.
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