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So how come you didn't name your tower Fred? That seems like a good name for a tower.

I'm in, have a look at Gaxsban, he'll probably switch weapons if we're going on an undead heavy campaign, but questions and comments are always welcome.

After waiting for what seems like an eternity with nothing happening Gaxsban sighs and plops his scythe back on his shoulder.

"Might as well talk while we wait for something to happen." He eventually says, "I hate silence. Worse then Goblins actually . . . a goblin can only kill you once. Let's talk, quietly though, in case there really are goblins about. Maybe we should finally introduce ourselves after this long journey! Ha! Where's everyone from? My name's Gaxsban if anyone didn't hear, and I come from north. I love good food and conversation, drink in moderation, though I'm not afraid of getting drunk, other people seem afraid of me getting drunk," he smiles fondly as if remembering some pleasant memory, "and of course song and dance . . . although I'm good at neither, except after I've been drinking. I hope this fort is a lively place. Seems the rest of our company has grown quite as of late . . . haunted or not, I hope this vale has good food and drink!"

Gaxsban tilts his head to listen, shrugs, and then to the others.

"I hear nothing but a little caution never hurt anyone," Gax says as he moves his scythe from his shoulder to both hands, "should we spot anything be weary of a feint. The nasty little things love traps."

Turning to Gaxban he goes on, "though I know the lay of a great many lands, my eyes turn ever west and north and this is the first time I have ever ventured to the south of Korvosa, so alas, my knowledge is limited, Hoban, Finrod what say you? been this far south before?"

"Yes, tell us," the big man says, "I enjoy a good tale, I also like song and dance, but the road is hardly the place for such antics. If you have a tale to tell please share it. A good tale can make a long road short and heal weary feet."

"I don't know about divine right, but it has been my experience that civilization can replace its losses much quicker than nature. There may yet be room for civilization to expand for centuries to come without exhausting the resources nature provides, but in the battle between them, no quarter is asked, and none is given. And surely as hares multiply without restraint, so too do the so called civilized nations."

"All I know is that I've see many ruins of man in my journeys, all must have been great cities once, and yet nature has reclaimed them all. Those mountains you see over there will outlive any of us and these hills we walk on have probably shrugged off many an invasion, but if you say it is otherwise, who am I to argue with you? I was only making talk."

Gaxsban shrugs and keeps walking. Other may have noticed that Gaxsban always walks (even when there's space available to ride on one of the wagons.

"Opposing the expansion of civilization is a losing battle, Fleaux. You might make a difference for a time, but there are more of them than there are of you. Still, where civilization and nature come into conflict, it has potential to be disastrous for all sides. Perhaps we can prevent that outcome, at least."

"I think you are mistaken friend," Gax says looking over the wilds, "it is civilization that is often on the loosing end of these battles. This is partly because man always seems to turn on itself when these's nothing left to fight, but also nature is a truly powerful beast that shall never be overcome by mere mortals."

(which Gax or anyone who speaks Shoanti would recognize as a "naming rhyme" a word of mouth method of categorizing birds, plants, and beasts. He seems to be focusing on the visible flora and fauna and thanking the ancestors and spirits)

Gax sadly doesn't speak the language of his native land, he only has the int for a single language, but he undoubtedly recognizes the tongue

"You speak the language of the elders," Gax says walking closer, "Tell me, little one, do you know the tales of these lands?"

Gaxsban breaths deeply.

"You smell that? It's nature, I've in those damn cities too long, this is were the a man aught to be. I thought I heard a bard singing about this place once. I think he said that the roses grow were all the blood was spilt in some long ago battle," he pauses to scratch his head, "but it was Cheliax that won that battle, and they're always cutting trees and plowing fields so you have to wonder why nature would honer their dead?"

He turns to his companions, "what do you say? will we all be lords and ladies soon? Dressed in those silly cloths the city folk like with rings on our fingers and gold in our pockets? Or will we spill our blood and add new roses to some soon to be forgotten field?"

Alright my character is finished

Give me a shout if anything is missing or needs changing

Ok Gax here just needs to buy some equipment and I should be good to go

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