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EltonJ, for a number of reasons, I am now forced to withdraw from most of the PbP games where I am currently participating. Thank you for choosing my character for this adventure. Good luck to all the players! GM, please remove me from this game. Thanks!
Like I said before... There is someone who has ordered specific items for specific rituals or experiments. Burglars really might not understand the value, simple thieves.
Interestingly, all these items are used to focus arcane magic. Are these robbers wizards too? Or work for them. The elf rubs his chin thoughtfully.
> Eberron Shard geode
Himo looks at the Shard with interest, referring to the knowledge of the ancestors whispering in him.
Curiously. A masked elf steps onto the platform. Good observation, Lady. He nods politely at Astrid. When the platform is in motion, Himo casts "detect magic" and tries to figure out if there was some kind of magical interference in the management of the platform?
The masked elf, who silently watched the conversation and carefully studied all those who volunteered to help, coughs slightly and says, My name is Himo Naïlo, lady. I'll help you... Together with these noble ladies and gentlemen. He makes a bow.
I can help. The masked elf, having not waited for food, gets up and says these words in a low but confident voice. How do I... How do we identify the villains and your belongings? He takes a quick look at Romilen and Gaelyn.
I wish I could leave a review. 3 skulls out of 5, no more. The elf looks around, waiting for an order, looking for someone who could be an adventurer. Himo knows from legends that adventurers always gather in taverns. When he finds such, he can finally go somewhere where he can gain fame, fight injustice and cause good. But so far, in all the taverns of Khorvaire, he had come across only drunkards, crooks and very youngsters. It seems this tavern is not much better. Are the legends lying?
The elf is already looking at her more sternly. You probably didn't understand. You will bring the order again without filling it with tea. The tea should stay in the kettle, not in the pan. And of course I'll pay for it. But only for one order.
The elf sighs again. Let's try again. On the house, of course. The elf turns his head and at this moment the waitress probably flinches. A stray strand of blond hair shows a strange wound on the neck, not quite suitable for a healthy (or even a living?) being. However, strangely, this wound does not look infected and even seems to emit a faint warm light... Or was it just her imagination? The elf immediately corrects the mistake and covers a strange area of skin with his hair. I'm waiting, the elf says, meeting the waitress's eyes. And he smiles the friendliest smile he can.
Elf just sighs. The idea of adventures in war-torn lands, where people need help and he has a chance for heroic achievements, seemed less and less good to him. So far, all he's seen is bad food, bad music, and the general decline of a culture so far removed from the bright and vibrant Aerenal...
"We can do herbal tea," the waitress said. "We don't have anything from Aerenal, unfortunately. Barley cakes are possible, but not walnut jam. We have strawberry, boysenberry, and raspberry jam." Thank you. Ai see you 'ave food from Vailénarian cuisine on the menu. This weehl do too. He points his finger at several dishes. Then, after looking around and catching a couple of glances, the elf smiles amiably enough and nods his head.
Yes, yes. Herbal tea. And if possible, something from the Aerenal cuisine. Barley cakes with walnut jam, perhaps? Or something similar. He tries to pronounce the words clearly enough so that the accent does not interfere with mutual understanding, and otherwise it does not look snobby, rather... This elf is completely out of place here.
A blond elf, wrapped in a dark green caftan, neatly belted with an elegant red belt with gold embroidery, enters the same tavern. You can see that his hands are gloved and he wears a mask on the upper half of his face, leaving his jaw free. He looks around the tavern hesitantly, then chooses one of the tables. When the waitress approaches, he speaks with a strong accent unlike any you've probably heard before Do you 'ave any hairbal tea?
Most everyone was affected by the war on the continent, although some were only tangentially. He's from Aerenal, not Khorvaire.
What did you do during the Last War? Nothing remarkable. Himo's homeland did not take part in this war (correct me if I'm wrong), and he himself was more immersed in the history of his people than in events in the outside world. And now, in newly changed circumstances, when he URGENTLY needs feats to become Worthy, he goes to the very heart of the continent, where the war raged for a hundred years (a moment for an elf, however).
I am glad that the game will take place!
Any updates on the game?
Thanx again .)
I beg to differ with you .) Wasting: Your body is slowly rotting away. It seems to me that the word "rotting" means much more than just "sick and not getting enough sun". Just put "rotting person" words in Google search, click on the picture and see what it shows you (and it's better not to eat anything at this time). I must say that there is literally a lich curse that does exactly what I described in the backstory - you spontaneously became almost undead, but not to the end. I would take it, BUT there is a problem here. The Undying in Eberron are undead filled with positive energy (and that's the beauty of them), and the curse of the lich turns you towards negative energy, alas. So. Will we be able to represent my character as a "zombie elf" in appearance? .) > Looks like you have thought about this a great deal. Yep, that's how it was. The concept of this oracle elf appeared many months ago when I was thinking about interesting for me characters in different settings. > However, I'll craft adventure scenes where you might shine. Thanks! I appreciate this!
Greetings! I present to you Himo Naïlo, NG elven oracle of life, who has accumulated too much of this very life .) ================================================= Himo is an Aereni elf who has diligently studied the history of his people and, like any decent elf, worships the Undying Court. Perhaps this immersion in the culture of his people and fervent faith, or the fact that from birth he conducted a lot of Irian's energy through his body, all this led to the unexpected: the process of turning into the Undying started in him spontaneously, without any rituals (and permissions). It is obvious to Himo that he has not yet earned such a transformation, and besides, it stopped somewhere in the middle. He already looks like he's Undying, but he hasn't actually become one yet. On the one hand, it is certainly a sign of his great destiny. On the other hand, becoming Undying still needs to be earned. Thus, Himo collected a minimum of belongings, imitating the heroes of antiquity, and left Aerenal, to gain fame in the wilder and more dangerous places of Eberron. ================================================= Mechanically, it is the oracle of life, aimed at knowledge and healing. His curse, wasting, says that his body looks decomposed (and gives penalties to all social skills except intimidation)... Just what you need for such an elf. His archetype, Ancient Lorekeeper, by the way, gives a half-level bonus for any knowledge checks related to elves, and Breadth of Experience feat gives + 2 to all knowledge checks and the ability to do these checks even without ranks. In general, he is a great expert in everything related to elves .) I have always loved the idea of an Undying Court and "good undead", imbued with the energy of a positive energy plane, and I will be happy to play as an elf who embodies this idea and image. I am very interested in the reaction of the NPCs and the world in general to such an elf who looks like the undead but behaves completely differently from what would be expected of him... Charsheet is ready, in the character's profile.
I think we should finish it. EltonJ, please mark this game as inactive so that it does not take up space. Thank you in advance. And thank you for GMing, it was a curious idea and I sincerely liked my character.
Here too
(that would be fine)
Himo passes the space coffee poured into instant-recyclable-non-plastic-cups to all his comrades. It seems... when did he just have time to order it? Oh, I have wonderful news. I think we're on the trail of a Claw. I have coordinates, passwords and the mood to do them a dirty trick. And yes Dreams, ideally make money on it too.
Time to retire. Himo puts away his blaster and does his best to blend in with the crowd.
Perhaps we want to join your ranks!
Well, give us the coordinates and password!
Gods, what an idiot he is. And where is your contact or your base? I'll take it there myself if you can't handle it.
What for?
That's nice. That's nice... Himo responds thoughtfully to these words.
Himo directs his hand at the bandit who did not hide behind cover. Stay right there. He smiles and puts his index finger to his temple and slightly closes his eyes.
Himo shoots, dramatically misses and runs over the nearest shelter
A close-up shot of Himo's face. His eyebrows rise in surprise, but only for a second - after all, he knows perfectly well that his ancestors are leading him. A shot of a hand reaching for a gun. The frame of the whole figure: Himo, slightly bent, all flexible long-armed and long-legged, shoots from the hip.
Damn smart. I think it's worth looking for ends on computers.
Himo gathers everyone at a table. Guys, good news. There is a "branch" of the Emerald Claw here. There are rumors, and not a few. And that means we can kick their ass, make money on it and be good guys. But the bad news is that I didn't investigate as well as Dreams danced, and I haven't found out where to look for them yet. Any ideas where to start?
Himo walks into a bar. As usual, conversations die down for a moment when a new face appears, but only for a moment. This is a port bar, and there are a lot of strange guests here. Himo orders himself and his friends a drink, sits for a while, and then outlines with an experienced look the necessary goals for the conversation. He takes a glass and goes to someone else's table... And no one knows that the "Experienced Look" came from the voice of one of his ancestors, the famous investigator and inquisitor of the Undying Court, who is now whispering in his mind and looking at the world through Himo's eyes...
There is always a bar and there is always someone who knows something about something that he shouldn't know about. Himo smiles thoughtfully, tossing a coin and catching it. Then, having made some decision, he will nod to the team saying let's take a look there for a while.
Have we rested? Can I assume that this is a new day and I can consult with the spirits of my ancestors anew? If yes, then I take the profession (detective) instead of mercenary ))
I'd rather solve the case. Emerald Claw is already illegal in most civilized places. Or anywhere at all, I'm not sure... We will not spoil their reputation in any way above how they have already ruined it for themselves.
A close-up shot of Himo's face. His almost formal tone is clearly not combined with a sly smile. If you have an idea and it can be profitable - state it.
Himo puts his hand on the shoulder of the indignant android and does not say anything to her. Everything is clear without words. Thank you. It's honest money. Elf nods and goes to the bridge.
Charming. At least he's not an agent of the Emerald Claw. Himo approaches the incredulous officer directly and begins to tell the whole story anew, in great detail. He makes a special emphasis on the fact that it makes no sense for him and his team to poison the cargo - they will simply become criminals wanted throughout the galaxy. Those who commit such crimes are just trying to cover their tracks. The same cannot be said about us, simple and honest merchants and carriers who communicate face to face with the authorities, openly and honestly...
Himo continues to stare at these people. The camera zooms in on his eyes, in which hidden anger begins to burn deep down. He does not like injustice, and doubly he does not like it when it is directed at him or his friends. I'm sorry, I'm getting a call. He will walk away for a while, pretending to be on the phone, and around the corner quickly conjures a mind-reading spell - so as not to attract attention by casting a spell. After removing the phone, he returns. Officers. So what's the question? We ourselves have sent you a report that part of the cargo has been poisoned.
Himo squints dangerously. He likes these official idiots less and less. He tries to understand their intentions...
Hey guys! I'm back, I've dealt with most of the most vital things that have accumulated over the two weeks of my absence, and I'm going back to the games (by the way, the retreat was amazing!). As I expected, there are several hundred messages waiting for me on the forum, which I will read smoothly. The deadline for returning to absolutely all games is Saturday. I hug everyone! See you in gameplay thread .)
Hello everyone! I'm going away for two weeks, and I'll be without internet at all. This is a yoga and meditation retreat with complete disconnection from the outside world. I will be in touch from May 15, I will start playing from about the 16th. I tried to reduce the number of games to a minimum (without starting to play new oneshots for some time), with such an eye that after returning I only needed to read a couple of hundred posts, and not around a thousand, as it could be with my usual 15+ games at the same time. So I think I'll switch back on quickly!
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