Greith, having fallen asleep before everyone headed out woke up to a harsh ridicule by the Sergeant. Hurrying to make his cue in time, he remembered some of the few humans he'd dealt with in his time as a trapper. He didn't like them, but they payed well for his pelts. And he had never told anyone about his business with them before. Taking inspiration from a few of their features, he created a human likeness on his own face. For good measure he rubs some mud and leaves on himself to look like he'd had hard traveling.
Disguise:1d20 + 4 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 10 = 17
As he walks up to the gates he gets stopped. After being asked the question, he jingles a money pouch and replies.
Common:
"Got me some nice coin! Gonna treat meself to some food and a hot bath. Haven't had me one of those in a while! Plus maybe if there's some cuties in there, treat them to some drinks as well!"
"Greith and Drax will watch first. Then Urgosh and Gidgey, since Ugosh is most keen of all Dirty Squad and Gidgey is most oblivious. Finally, Chak-Chak and Kurat on third watch. Greith thinks that would be best watch assignments."
B-BAAAAUUUMMM!!!! I don't even know everything this ring does and it's already one of the favorite unique magical items I've seen since I started role playing 12 years ago! Hell yeah! And Urgosh, those boots are SWEET! Enjoy, buddy!
Hey, All Powerful Skyreaver, I was wondering something. I was browsing through my pdfs, and came across the Trapsmith archetype for Rogue. I was wondering if you'd be cool with me adjusting to that. It wouldn't affect my Rogue levels until level four anyway. It just replaces Uncanny dodge with cool trap bonuses. I figure with being a professional trapper, it would make sense.
As he swings the pack, he hears an extra jingling from inside. Curious, he pulls it open and examines the sack. Inside, in a smaller pocket he missed checking, is a beautiful intricately carved ring. Thinking that the others' gear is special, he assumes this must be too.
'Well, Greith feels silly. Normally he doesn't miss things like that." Holding the ring up, he looks to the Captain. "May he ask the Captain Greel what is special with this pretty ring?"
"The Captain obviously thinks Greith is more capable than all of you," Greith says while grinning. "He included nothing extra in Greith's pack. Greith will try to live up to your expectations, Captain." Greith throws the haversack over his shoulder and waits while the others ask about their new equipment.
During the whole discussion Grieth lets the others do all the talking. From his point of view, who was he to question the Captain anyway? "Greith is just a trapper who occasionally joins the tribe's warband on some skirmishes and hunts. He is no soldier, nor has he ever been put in a position to make important decisions. What happened was probably for the best. Besides, better Hardbrow die than the Captain, Greith works for the Captain, if he had died, Greith would be just another grunt. This is best for all."
He just stands and waits for more orders.
Sorry for the lack of posting. I'm still here. I'll get on top of posting small blurbs just to interact a bit more often. I was just kind of waiting for the end of Greel and Urgosh's little talk. Greith's not exactly that upset about the way any of the recent events transpired.
Greith thinks he's just naturally paranoid. Urgosh seems the overly suspicious type.
Greith follows along with everyone and gathers his gear. He tends to let the others be the ones to be noticeable. When they are meeting the new recruit, he offers his hand for a clasp.
"Well met, Chak-Chak. I is Greith. You are the new guy, so you are now Greeny."
When the Captain returns, he follows into the tent.
Greith tears his outfit away and bundles it up, heading for the rendezvous point under stealth.
He is wearing regular leather armor now instead of his standard mithral chain shirt and has only regular daggers on his belt.
Taking 10 on stealth at full speed will give him a 14.
Damn! How did I read that as a centaur? Okay, edited. Here's my sneak attack damage for that attack. And thanks, all-powerful Skyreaver! I'll pay more attention.
Greith is all in for going in. I've just been busy with my dad all day. You can bot me along if you want to do some stuff tonight since I'm leaving for work in about a half hour. He'll be down.
Hey guys. Just letting you know I need a couple days off. My dad is coming home from the hospital today and I need the time to get everything set up and a new routine in place.
Greith looks for any large amount of supplies around that seem to be not-important enough to be needed any time soon and starts rummaging through it. After a while he reaches down far enough to no longer be seen and finds a good hiding spot.
"Our first mission is to take Captain Hardbrow's tent flag without anyone knowing. Try to keep up, Greeny."
He returns his attention to the circle of recruits.
"Greith didn't see the flag in the tent either. All Greith could see was many, many of those...Urgosh, what did you tell Greith those patterns were called? Mazes?"
"Unless, you don't think one of those is the flag in hiding, do you?
"Let's leave, Greith doesn't want to stay around here longer than he has to. Shall we find the others?"
On their way out of this area to meet with their squad mates, Greith gives Urgosh the accounting of what he saw.
Urgosh:
"Greith saw a giant beast with many heads protecting the Captain's tent. Also, Hardbrow enjoys patterns very much. The kind where you follow a path from one point to the end, with many options to get lost, and only one correct route. Greith could not see a flag."
Greith looks at the two Dwarfs and the Worgen. Then he gives a nod to Kurat.
"You three can be loud. just somewhere close enough AND far enough to get us a path. Greith one of the quietest there is. Greith will get the flag without anyone knowing."
Greith listens to the others describe their skills. Then he begins. "Greith is Trapper by trade. Some time with the war band of Hobgoblin tribe. Skilled knife fighter, able scout. Trained in guerrilla tactics."
After a moment, he thinks about what he said. Then decides to add more. "Can't wait to skin some minders and make a new coat."
Stepping from the line, a well-muscled yet lither hobgoblin steps forth. His feet bare, wearing buckskin and a glimmering silver chain shirt. Two curved knives in well-oiled sheaths adorn his hips. His arms are protected by leather bands covering both his fore- and upper-arms.
His light step is not even heard as he presents himself. "I is Greith!" As soon as he's told, he follows the half-orc woman.
I kind of know how you feel, Drax. I may have all 4 hit die, but multiclassing always hurts a little. Just felt that we needed someone with some Rogue-ish skills and always a fan of finesse fighters.
Greith weaves in and out of the battle and tends to blend it up. May not be as sure of a hit, but when he does eventually will be getting some great damage. Also, (though not for a while) I'll be focusing on the critical strike feat tree. So on criticals I'll be stunning or staggering, etc.
I'll post this here just to see if you like where I'm coming from with Greith. I went a but more ingrained horde mentality with him, but I think it'll be playable and fun. I'll also put this on my profile. Enjoy!
Backstory:
Greith was a typical member of the tribe. He grew up and learned his father's skill. Trapping. He would go through the woods, learning the land and setting traps, maybe hunting as well some time. The meat was used for meals, the organs to the shaman, and the skins to the tanner. He enjoyed his life. There was work, sport, food, and ale.
Then the damn heathens with their mind powers had to go and rile things up. Disturb the way of things. Sure, they had been pushing out further and further recently. But fighting was expected. All males in the tribe (really, the whole Convocation) were expected to aid the war parties. Auronis favored the strong and strong is what the tribe was. Killing the Aeonites was even fun sometimes. But to capture members of the Convocation? To enslave them? That was the greatest insult. Tales had been coming in from many tribes of the kidnapping of the Great Skyreaver's brood. And other young ones.
It was not the first time one of the Wise had been taken, but never in coordination. Not like this. It reminded Greith of when his brother had been taken when they were young. The rage began to return. He journeyed with the war party to the great Gathering. And then the high priest Kathandrax gave his speech. All were eager, especially Greith. Time to spill heathen blood! Greith would hunt the psions, he would trap them, and then their skins would make fine leather indeed.
