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"Pfft. Let the lizard taste the Storm!"

Hakonyr begins making complicated gestures with his arms, lightning crackling off his limbs.

Visual reference

Hakonyr looks smugly at the faltering warriors.

"You've been -" he blows at the thin wisps of smoke trailing from his fingertips. "Thunder struck."

Would this disorder be considered great enough to mark XP?

Eyes flashing, he draws on a trickle of his power to amplify his voice and give a thunderous echo: "If any of you feel like dying, by all means stay. Otherwise, I'd advise you to FLEE!"

Now he uses trickle to make impressive-looking but harmless sparks fly from his fingers.

Has Hakonyr gotten lost in the shuffle here?

DM Frogfoot wrote:

You're able to retrieve your weapon, Jarad! Full response post coming later this morning, just getting caught up on some work.

Work is the curse of the drinking gaming classes.

Hear! Hear!

"Prepare to tossed aside like leaves in the wind!" Hakonyr exalts as he winds up his fist as if to throw punch.

Hakonyr uses channel to perform his thunder strike technique

Channel: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (4, 4) + 2 = 10

I assume you're creating a stationary force shield barrier out of lightning, rather than a personal shield to defend yourself, am I interpreting you correctly?

A little from column A, a little from column B - a personal shield-sized forcefield. The barrier tag provides +1 armor until the next time Hakonyr channels and forceful tag makes attackers bounce back

Hakonyr has little time to contemplate the image floating over his head with arrows plummeting and horsemen charging towards him.

Eyes flashing with lightning, he creates a cage out of his hands. A blue-white spark glows within. When he takes his hands away from it, the spark rapidly expands into a translucent disk in front of him.

Hakonyr uses channel to perform his Storm Shield technique (barrier, forceful)

Channel: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (5, 3) + 2 = 10

Lightning crackles from each of Hakonyr's right hand fingertips and braid together into a single jagged bolt that stabs into the chest of the clay horseman.

Lightning lance damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Hakonyr gazes at the charging horseman, throws back his head, and laughs.

"Ha ha! Bring on your clay toy soldiers," he shouts. "I wield the inexhaustible arsenal of the-" He stops when he sees everyone else has made a run for the cellar.

He dashes over to join his companions, taking up a position beside Galadin. "As I was saying: I wield the inexhaustible arsenal of the Storm!"

Hakonyr uses Channel with the intention of using his Lightning Lance technique.

Channel: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (2, 5) + 2 = 9

"Well, anyone watching me had better be prepared," Hakonyr glances around him as if addressing his unseen audience. "They will be shocked and awed by the power I harness."

Hakonyr uses his trickle move to project arcs of blue-white electricity from his finger tips.

Hakonyr harrumphs impatiently as the bald, kindly-eyed man in front of him takes more time than he thinks is necessary to register.

"One cannot keep a storm at bay," he grumbles. "The longer they keep me here, the greater my fury. Woe to whatever meets me on the other side of that door."

Hakonyr was once a humble shepherd; one day, as he dozed in the shade of a tree, a terrible storm appeared out of what had been a sunny summer afternoon. Lightning tore across a suddenly dark sky, great peals of thunder seemed to shake the ground, and rain fell so heavily that Hakonyr could barely see.

Then, a tremendous bolt of lightning struck the ground barely hands-breadth from where Hakonyr stood. To his astonishment, a human figure stood where the bolt had struck, a luminous man made of lightning. When it noticed Hakonyr sprawled on the sodden grass, it pointed a crackling finger at him and spoke:

"You there, mortal. What world is this?

Hakonyr blinked and replied, "Huh?"

The being's glowing shoulders sagged. "Seriously? Ugh. I suppose beggars can't be choosers." Then he touched Hakonyr's forehead and everything went white.

Tower of Light?

Feh! I say. Just another feeble attempt by a mortal to ascend into the vault of the sky.

My blood surges with the power of the Storm! My every heartbeat is a thunderclap! Lightning flows through my fingers! I can shake the pillars of heaven; this man-built monument of folly will be no match for-

What's that? The line for applicants is over there?

Oh. Ummmm. I guess I'll be going then. Thank you.

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You think waiting in a line will quiet me? Pah! Even now, the Storm is gathering within me...

I think I got the equipment right; there's still 150 gp to be accounted for.

Also, how many traits do characters get?

Barring anything out of the ordinary, I can probably post between 5 and ten times per day, on a weekday. Saturdays and Sundays, my output will be cut in half.

Also, Hakonyr is 100% complete, as far as I can tell.

Hakonyr was child when he first met Professor Lorrimar; he had hired Hakonyr's father to guide an expedition through the Land of the Linnorm Kings.

Hakonyr's mother died giving birth to him, so he always traveled with his father. Professor Lorrimar intrigued the lad, especially for the books he carried with him. Hakonyr's father had taught him to never travel with more gear than one could carry, but the Professor had argued vociferously that his texts be brought along. Whenever the party made camp, Hakonyr would snoop through Lorrimar's gear for these books, trying to ascertain their importance.

Being illiterate, much of the books' contents were a mystery to the boy, but he enjoyed the pictures and diagrams that were interspersed throughout. One night, Lorrimar entered his tent to find Hakonyr sitting crosslegged and paging through a rare volume of metamagical theory. Rather than being angered at his trespass, the Professor was delighted by Hakonyr's precociousness.

For the rest of the journey, Hakonyr would hurry to finish his chores arounf the camp so he could visit with Lorrimar. The Professor taught him reading, writing, and basic arithmetic; Hakonyr impressed him with the speed by which he learned it all.

Over the years, Lorrimar would periodically return to the Land of Linnorm Kings and if he did not hire Hakonyr's father for some new exploration, he would at least visit with Hakonyr, if only to lend him a new book.

Eventually, Hakonyr's father retired and left his guide business to his now-grown son. Hakonyr was eager to lead Professor Lorrimar's next expedition, but when he received a letter from Lorrimar's family, he was doubly shocked. First, there was the sad news that his friend had died. The second shock was that the Professor had made mention of him in his will.

The next day, Hakonyr made arrangements for the trip to Ravengro.

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Hakonyr is almost complete. I just have to write up what he looks like, but the crunch should all there.