I made a Human Barbarian that needs to be re-stated, and Greyhawkized (Is that a new word>>>), but would be fun to play.
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Heck declined to unload the wagon and entered the town mouth agape. So many people of so many varities. Yes he had been to a tribal moot, but there everyone pretty much looked and acted the same. Here they were... well... loud. His mouth got dry, and he began to sweat. Everywhere there were people. laughing, singing, hollering. And so many different accents and voices. He had to get away. Heck moved quickly... not running to draw attention to himself till he reached the outskirts of town. Maybe he was better to stay here and observe for a while where things were less hectic. He would have to ease his way into this civilization thing. Perhaps out here on the edge of town would be a fine place to spread his blanket for the night as well. Perhaps over here under these low hanging shrubs behind this building. Survival
Heck often served as an advance scout, mainly due to the fact that the caravan was slow, and he was not. He did enjoy music however, and stayed close to listen, aching for his flute he had left at home. " less blabbing, more music" heck grunted walking close for a minute.
Heck had met up with the caravan only a day outside of Sandpoint. Since he was travelling there anyway, it made sense to join the group, and try to not only get acclimated to civilization, but to pick up any rumors or information about Sandpoint. Rather than getting solid information, everyone was either eager to make or spend money on some silly festival. City folk.... |