Fred'ick's page

Should be everyone but Fred'ick, I think. So Jaeryl and Jerrie. Though, Jerrie hasn't posted since we decided to split the party.

Fred'ick's face scrunhes up in consternation. " ****** five silver it is. Less one fer a day late." He nods with satisfaction. He's not at all sure what ****** is, but it seems to be a word Farmer Jozen likes, so he thought he should toss it in there.

rolling Sense Motive and editing post as appropriate

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

Fred'ick eyes the grumpy adult suspiciously. "Nuh-uh. Gerad did'n say anythin' like that. An' Joanne tole us that all the grown-ups pay us to do the stuff they need us to."

Fred'ick sits, slack-jawed, for a few moments after the string of cussing. He's going to have to remember some of those.

"Oh... He... Er... He's 'tired. We're in charge now. I mean. There's new 'dventurers in the Gild. We kin take care of your rabbits though." Fred'ick pauses, trying to remember what else he's got to do. He looks down at the ledger and then back up at Farmer Jozen.

"Oh. We needs to talk about pay and stuff."

rolling Knowledge and adjusting post accordingly

knowledge: local: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (9) - 1 = 8

"Farmer Jozen, it's me, Fred'ick Hewer. My da helped you out wit' dat wolf last fall. 'Member?" Fred'ick smiles brightly hoping not to get stabbed... or rocked.

Suddenly, he remembers that he's got a job to do. "Welcome to the 'Dventurer's Gild. How can I help yous?"

Fred'ick sits in the Chair, kicking at the air while he waits for something to happen.

"I kin stay here an' watch th' door... er... chair. Maybe later we can go check th' wood shed by my house. There's gotta be some in there right?"

"Well, I tink it's fair. What 'bout you guys?"

"Tha's huge..." Fred'ick chimes in almost on top of Tomid's words.

"Where'd ya fine one?"

Fred'ick stood in awe for quite a few seconds before coming to. They actually had a 'dventure. "Wait, whadya wan' us t' do? I mean there's pranks an' then dere's Pranks."

Fred'ick looks Joanne the once over as he waits for her to answer. He wondered, as usual, if an older person wasn't being entirely straight-forward.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

He wasn't about to step forward for any of the positions. They all seemed to involve knowin' things.

Fred'ick keeps glancing nervously at the door, waiting for that first 'dventure to come strolling in. He's betting on some old greybeard wizard.

perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15
perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

Fred'ick fidgets for most of Gerad's speech. He nods when Tomid introduces himself. He'd seen the tiny Halfling a few times when his Da brought him along to the Inn.

When Tomid tosses it Fred'ick snatches the boot out of the air and moves up beside the crate. "Name's Fred'ick, but I think y'all knew that. I live in that house out by th' woods. I know 'em pretty well. The woods that is. I'm good at spottin' things an' stuff. Knowin' when people's lyin'. I'm also a good shot wif my bow... when da lets me take it."

He appears to have said everything he thinks he ought and quietly sets the boot down on the crate.

Hooray! The troublemakers found each other. This is going to lead to some splendid 'dventures.

I think in a country like Galt there are a ton of different coins. The government is always in flux, neh?

Maybe the coin is a reminder to those in authority, with a guillotine or headsman’s axe? We could call Jerrie “Blade”?

We could just call Jaeryll “Boss”. She’s likely the one that talked us into this whole ‘Dventurer’s Gild thing, after all.

Here's what I've got for Fred'ick. profile-wise.

Let me know what you think, boss.