Grau Soldado

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5 posts. Alias of mikeawmids.


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Male Human Drunken Guardsman

Grau moves awkwardly across the rain slick workfloor, his movements made stiff and clumsy by the crossbolt sticking out of his bloody leg.

Fighting (plus gang-up bonus): 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Wild Die: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

His skills dulled by too much time spent with a bottle rather than a blade, the thug avoids his initial attack and circles warily, trying to keep both Grau and Mirian in front of him, while not obstructing his friend's line of fire.

"What use is coin..." the disgraced guardsman asks, his voice somewhat slurred by drink, "... when you're floating in the river?"


Male Human Drunken Guardsman

Grau agrees to sleep off the worst of his hangover and meet you outside the old fishery later this evening. He stumbles off in the general direction his lodgings without even looking at the face-down Harrow card that Zellara had placed on the table in front of him.

(Whenever you are ready to scout out the old fishery on Westpier 17, please make a Stealth roll (if you feel you are making particular effort to be sneaky, you may add +2 to this roll) and a Notice roll.)


Male Human Drunken Guardsman
Caedric Lasfallen wrote:
Caedric nods at Stela's recital, having heard the same rumors himself. "We'll need a detailed plan, we can't just wander in and start breaking stuff up."

"Course we can..." Grau slurs, staggering towards the door, "Starting with that old bastard's wrinkly head!"


Male Human Drunken Guardsman

"Gaedren?!" The drunken man rouses with a start, falling from his chair with a crash. Clutching at one of the brocaded tapestries, he hauls himself back into a vaguely vertical position and peers blearily around the room as though expecting to see the old man standing there. His eyes settle on Mirian and he blinks slowly.

"Don't I know you...?" he wonders out loud - then winces as a stab of pain in his temple announces the imminent arrival of one bastard of a hangover. Fumbling at his belt, the disheveled fellow produces a battered flask and mutters something about the hair of the dog as he struggles with the stopper.

(In retrospect, considering your character's background, Mirian should know this man. You can find more information in his profile. It's no great surprise that you didn't recognize him immediately, he looks like hell warmed up.)


Male Human Drunken Guardsman

Test post for your new NPC sidekick.