How would you guys feel about me rolling up a Brawler with high intelligence who wears leather gloves and acts as your Butler? I'll have a non class ability disguise (Basically a Zoro mask). I'll be Alfredo Copperworth
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I posted right before you suggested the new game, just if you didn't see it. I made an apology, I had been put of contact and had no way to fix it, so for that I am sorry. I didn't know if I would have a say as I had been gone so long so I didn't put in an opinion. My bad if I should have.
I am totally understanding of you guys recruiting again and I think it is a good idea, I just gotta apologies. I just got back from an unexpected absence (Moving in to a new apartment and not having internet coupled with the holidays and my courses starting back up reaaaalllly f&++ed me over, so sorry about that) and am doing the rounds apologizing. My bad, I had no way to get you all a message. I wish you all the best and I had fun with you guys for what it is worth.
Fionnid lets out a roar and charges towards the Sandman, sending his Studded club flying towards the creature, seeking to deal some damage.
No no, sorry. I'm moving and I have little access at the moment. Sorry DM.
Fionnid sighed and began to switch to his club and Shield.
Fionnid thinks for a moment before shrugging. "I am not a priest m'Lady. All I can tell you is that the Lady of the Graves appears to be a just and true deity. Her acolytes treat the dead with reverence and seek to punish those who interfere with them or seek to raise them from the graves as mindless servants."
"Devoted of the Goddess Pharasma. It has been some time since you were trapped here!"
"Of course you are right, how rude of me. I spend more time talking to my dog than I do to people so ugh... excuse me, I apologize!"
"I don't think this lady has a heart, not in the conventional sense of the word anyway V!" 'And I probably don't have a thin s+++ of a chance of being able to damage her with an arrow either...'
"Aye, let's clean out down here before we go up." Fionn smiled as he changed his set up once more, drawing his bow and testing it. "All of these bones are keeping me from shooting things, truly a bore!"
Fionnid darts in low, swinging his club with all of his might at the spine of the skellie he targets.
I too have an action readied but probably definitely just failed that Will save. Yay!
Fionnid moves around the corner slowly, keeping his shield raised and readying an attack, but not drawing any attention to himself.
Fionn pats Chulainn on the head and shakes his head at Varisia. "I'd go club. Chulainn here can do some low down dirty tripping for us and we can just wail on em!"
Fionn sighs when he hears about the lack of vital parts up ahead and begins to stow his bow. When he has tucked the bow away securely he grabs his shield from off his pack and fixes it in place before taking a club from off of the other side and swinging it around a few times. When Chulainn sees the change in armament he barks excitedly, moving to sit beside his master, waiting patiently. "Skelly killin gear in place. Let's do this!"
I would guess that too.
Whistling appreciatively as he scoops up the last of the gems, Fionn grinso and turns to the others. "You know if this adventuring lark doesn't pan out we could totally become jewelers!"
"I'm doubting the potency of these munitions..." Fionn growled, kicking idly at a shard of pottery from the explosives.
Fionnid took aim before launching the acid flask at the swarm of beetles, cursing and gritting his teeth fiercely.
That is a pity. She will be missed.
"Do I tell you what to do girl?" Fionn bit back, pulling one of the acid flasks from his belt. "Keep yer head in the fight and yer nose out of mine own business!"
"Nope!" Fionn leaps back, away from the beetles and away from danger. "Not my specialty!"
Fionn strolls through the wreckage of the rooms, casually pawing through the loot, staring at the stones with interest. "You all have somewhere we can sell these things right? It is good. I would hate to have to cart all of this stuff to a different city to get rid of it. Or smuggle it out, even worse!" He stopped, dropping all of the jewels in to a pouch and tossing it to Jandar, before grabbing his bow again. "I'm still new so no sense in me holding anything. Not to be trusted. I guess we should be going now. Still have to search through the inside." With that, he moved towards the door and began to slide it open slowly.
Fionn draws two more arrows, setting one to bowstring and loosing it at the standing skeleton, before following up with a second.
Chulainn charges towards the Skeleton too and begins to munch down happily.
Before attempting to rip it off its feet.
Even though he probably doesn't trip the Skeleton, the dog is content with munching on the bone he just tore free.
Fionn takes a single step to the side, looking for an opening, before releasing an arrow at the one standing up, not sure exactly where to aim.
But getting lucky none the less.
He takes a second before drawing fletching to cheek once more and firing again, this time on the Skeleton who collapsed to the ground.
Fionn moves up slowly and frowns before pulling two arrows out of his quiver, setting one againt his bow, while notching the other. He raises hiss bow and draws fletching to cheek, inhaling as he draws and pausing for a moment, before releasing.
Without waiting to see if his shot hits, Fionn draws fletching to cheek once more and releases in less than a beat of a heart.
Having momentarily missed the action, Fionn walks forward sheepishly. "Sorry I didn't get involved guys, I was thrown for a minute. It went well though so hopefully I won't be in the doghouse with any of you. Fur real though, we should search through those rooms now."
Chulainn sprints after his master, bearing down on the larger dogs snarling viciously.
Fionnid perked up at the sounds of creatures going in for the kill and drew his bow, beginning to advance in to range.
Fionn stays silent, keeping an arrow resting lightly on his bow. He begins to scan the building before them frowning in thought. 'Erastil, if you can hear me, please don't let me die in here. And if I do, at least let me stay that way and not come back as some form of undead. Thanks!' With that he takes a slow, cautious step, towards the main door of the mansion, keeping his eyes peeled and his ears sharp.
Fionnid frowns as he follows after the others, his eyes peeled, his weapon drawn, an arrow resting lightly in the crook of his thumb and the bow.
Fionn strolled up beside Jardar and glanced at the man, before shifting his eyes to their surroundings, "Mind if I scout with you? Me and Chulainn are pretty quiet when we need to be. And I inherited my mothers eyes!" He grins, tapping his pointed earlobe.
I didn't really have enough gold. I could have bought one and that is about it.
"The Great Plague...? Could be a good experience. The history that could be preserved there must be huge!" If Fionn felt self conscious about speaking to his dog, and having him around them, in a Temple, then he wasn't showing it.
Fionn stares at the other new recruit before shaking his head and making a gesture to ward away evil, an arrow pressed over his heart, shaking his head and backing up in his seat. "Nope nope nope... No reading my mind please. Not even I pay attention to what is in there!" He grinned to show he was joking, before taking a sip of whiskey, listening to Zohrehs tale. When the story was finished he whistled appreciatively. "Erastils eye that is some tale. Well I can not wait for the morning then, see what the new day brings!"
"The same thing that would happen if you got ill or injured friend, I'd carry him to a doctor or, if I had it, heal him in the field!" Smiling he turned to Zariya and inclined his head. "Greetings Zariya. My skills? Oh a bit of this and that really. I know a couple of spells, I can train animals and indeed I have a strong arm, though I do prefer the bow yes. If I am called on though, I can stand in combat just fine. In fact myself and Chullain are a pretty solid team in combat." |