Giovanni quietly shuffles away from the cabin and the cliff face, hiding himself behind the crowd of people.
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It has been a week, I think it would be better to move on before we lose any more players from the delay.
"We made it across the last bridge, we will make it across this one." Giovanni says in barely a whisper at no one in particular as he makes his way across.
As the rotting smell hits his nose Giovanni casts a minor cantrip creating a pleasant smelling breeze localized in front of his face. It does little to effect the air, but it keeps the bugs away and keeps the smell from being too overwhelming.
Giovanni won't go first, he instead chooses to watch and memorize the foot placement of whoever makes it across successfully first. Once someone has made it across, he follows imitating their every step.
Giovanni is impressed by the sheer number Shalelu was able to end by herself. He falls into line behind her following her wherever she leads through the swamp.
Sorry! I missed the DM's answer somehow. Sorry to hold everyone up.
"The tattoo means the goblins are part of the licktoad tribe." Giovanni remarks, talking mostly to the ground.
When they get to the clearing and see the bodies, Giovanni will approach one and squat down, examining the corpse without touching it.
Giovanni quietly observed the interaction with the Sheriff so quietly and still it was easy to forget he was there. The name mentioned sounded vaguely familiar and Giovanni's eyes fluttered for a moment as he traced the mental pathways to find what he knew of the man.
Giovanni can't help but smile at her confidence and pushes his book closed ready to fall in line.
Giovanni pauses his reading for a moment as he catches the flash of a blade in his peripheral vision. Seeing the elf strap it to her back, he returns to his book instead.
Giovanni keeps his head down, moving in and taking the seat indicated, but does not take any of the food. He produces a book from his robes, and opens it into his lap. His fingers pressed to the page and start to scan the words, moving across the page at a speed that seems impossible to actually be reading the words they dance over.
Keeping his eyes on the ground, Giovanni slides in behind Shalalu, keeping quiet and out of the way as much as possible, listening to the conversation.
I'm around, just waiting to join the rest of the party or have some responce from Shalelu.
"Yes, ma'am. If you do not mind."
As Shalelu approached, Giovanni's head already begins to sink, shying away. A deep red blush, flushes his face as she speaks. Barely audible as he stares into his own lap, Giovanni attempts to apologize. "N...no ma'am. I...I apologize. I was worried. I did not mean to stare."
Seeing Shalelu healed does much to lighten the troubles resting on Giovanni's heart. He is sure to be spotted watching her as she comes down, taking pause from the book resting on his table and the now warm, untouched glass resting at the empty seat across from him. Having made an offer of help yesterday, he can't bring himself to approach her and invade her privacy again, but he does cast a hopeful eye every page or two, which, at the speed he reads is uncomfortably often.
For those of you who grew up in Sandpoint, you would likely know Giovani as well. In a nutshell, you would likely think of him as a weird bookworm with poor social skills. (I am intending to play him as mildly autistic.) You may also know he was pulled from the public schooling to be privately tutored by his parents a decade and a half ago. He is a young man by wizard standards, being only 25 years in age.
Giovanni floats near the walls away from the crowds during the whole incident. He is curious what happened to Shalelu, but the crowds are far too imposing for him to involve himself. As she makes her way back to the inn, Giovanni will finally bring himself to ask, in his own mumbling way, what happened to her and if he could be of any assistance to her.
Do you have an ETA on when we will be starting?
Thanks for the gameplay, much easier for me.
Hello, thank you for choosing me and welcome back! I am CST. I mostly post from work in the mornings M-F. I try to post from my phone over the weekends, but the posts will be lighter.
Giovani runs his fingers through his hair, brushing the maple locks from his eyes. His hand's fall to his lap, drying his fingers on the blue linnen robes he wears before turning the page on the book in his lap. His head lifts hearing the commotion inside the tavern at his back. "Why do I choose to read here. It is always so noisy inside." Giovani thinks to himself as his eyes scan the street leading to the Rusty Dragon. The weather has been pleasant as of late and people are swimming through the streets, enjoying the many shops. It seemed the whole town was out going somewhere today. All but the members of the caravan that arrived two nights past. What they brought with him answered his question to himself. He isn't reading here for their good, but for something of far greater value. Their information. A member of the guard mentioned seeing a blonde elf not a day out of the city. Giovani set his perch in this seat, outside this tavern, in hopes of seeing Shalelu. The wizard shifts slightly as his light is blocked. An involuntary movement that he hardly took notice of. His finger traces the lines on the page as his eyes scan just behind them. His finger dances down the page so fast, a careful observer would not believe the man is actually reading. Surely it is not possible to comprehend anything at that speed. Yet Giovanni continues to fly through the work retaining each letter. His fingers reach the end of the page and grip the parchment flipping to the next. As his hand moves through the familiar movement his head lifts for a moment, eyes darting across the street scanning his surroundings. At this moment he notices for the first time the man standing over him. Giovani's eyes lift never meeting the eyes of the man before him. He clears his throat, palms begining to sweat, as he attempts to find his voice. "M..may I be of assistance?" "No that is not right. Try to sound more casual. You can do this. Casual. Casual. Casual. What would Ameiko say." After mentally coaching himself, he tries again in the same small voice, that ironically is trying to sound confident, but instead comes out like a child trying to be tough. "W..What d..do you want?"
I am submitting Giovanni
DM Jade, Are you still dealing with family, or has this thread died?
Giovanni quietly mumbles to himself, "Goblins are afraid of writting, evidince would suggest he was likely banished from his tribe. They likely tried to kill him, especially with his "escaped the slit" line."
"If this one is alone, he could be useful. Then again getting the orc to not kill it could cause more damage to us than losing this resource." Giovanni watches the goblin approach without speaking a word. his mind is clearly calculating many things, but never putting to words any of his thoughts.
Sorry to hear that. Take your time and join us when you can.
Wish you well.
Bumping. Curious when we can expect a post.
Giovanni hears the singing and recalls the stories from Sandpoints raid. The horrific songs the goblins sang while destroying the town. He quietly shifts into the center of the group, hoping to give the Goblin's plenty of other targets to hit. He quietly whispers, "Goblins like to sing." His head lifts for the first time this trip watching the treeline.
Giovanni looks around, having never been in the woods like this before.
Giovanni's eyes fall to her hand on his shoulder, unable to look into her eyes. "I'll watch over Sandpoint in your place. You'll see, we human's can be surprising. I promise, just promise me you'll be safe."
Giovanni reaches his hand out to Shalelu offering to help her into the wagon. His eyes stay down on the ground attempting to avoid eye contact with her.
Giovanni wordlessly listens to all that is going on, keeping as far from the confrontation as possible. When yet another person begins to manhandle Shalelu, he parts his lips wanting to protest, but can not find the words. He sighs, slumping his shoulders and following into the woods after Shalelu.
Any chance we'll see a post soon?
Welcome back.
The Campaign is officially yours as well.
Giovanni's smile seems out of place, as he walks silently beside the elf. His head drooping watching the ground go by, oblivious to the beauty of the path they're traveling. His eyes lift every so often stealing glances of the elf, then shyly returning them to the ground. His eyes lift quickly and sharply as the Orc lift's Shalelu on his shoulder. Eyes locked on the Orc like a hawk on it's prey. The ember of a spell begins to burn, flames licking at the edge of his mind ready to attack. It's obvious to anyone how badly he wants to unleash the full fury of all his magical might upon the beast. Once the paladin intercedes, Giovanni clasps his eyes shut trying to reel in his rage. His breathing is labored as he tries to calm himself. As the Orc rushes off on his own, he sincerely hopes they'll leave him just long enough to let the goblin's gut him.
Giovanni is updated. I had a drawback in mind for him when I first wrote him up, and have been roleplaying it as though I had it anyways.
I posted it already, they usually have it adjusted in a day or two from what I've seen.
Post on the website feedback and they will give you control. The only request I would have would be the drawback trait for an extra if you are open to them. If not, it is no big deal.
I don't mind. Any rules you're wanting to change from mathpro's rules?
I would be up for it, but I wouldn't hold my breath. Most GM's like to choose their own players.
I'll admit I was fearful when he started up a half dozen games all at once.
I checked his account and it doesn't look like he has posted on anything since his last post here. Hopefully we'll hear something soon.
Plot hasn't really progressed since my last post, but I am available as soon as you post DM! Excited to get back into this.
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