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Robert Henry... gnome sorcerer 1 (awaiting backstory) - though I've got a preliminary one by PM... I went ahead and put a quick synopsis on Hyder's page. If he is selected I will give a description and personality traits. Thanks for the consideration, Mort! Good luck everyone.
Hey Mort! This is RH's second applicant, just in case you like someone's meat shield better than Ratel. Let me introduce, Hyder, a happy-go-lucky gnome who aspires to be a glass cannon :-)
So very sad to here that, we lost my father-in-law last month, our prayers are with you and yours.
'hey, you ain't getting away that easy' Feeling the dagger slash the tendons of the creature, he is surprised to see the creature move so quickly to get over the side of the boat, "Oh no ya don't, not if I can help it." Hyder slashes again, this time aiming higher to disembowel the thing.
ouch, good luck with the computer
Of the several games I'm in that have slowed to a crawl, that makes me the saddest...
yep, still here! actually I'm on a boat trying to whack an undead with a stick, but you know what I mean...
'I got ya now ya bugger' Hyder quickly steps behind the lacedon, Reaching up he whacks at the creatures spine with his walking stick at the same time slashing at its calf with his dagger.
A hot, dry wind blows through the valley... my, that's curious...
ouch, Laird, get feeling better!
Seeing the three undead near him dealt with Hyder tries to see past Doreen to see what is happening. 'I know there are more, not sure what to do now.' Hearing commotion and what sounds like someone up top, 'It sounds like the captain may be in trouble, we need a birds eye view.' Thinking quickly Hyder summons an eagle calling out to the creature as he does "Help the Captain!" then turning to Doreen, as he pulls his walking stick and ejects his knife from his spring loaded wrist sheath, he asks her, "Doreen can ya step back so I can help deal with tha nasty creature nearing us?
Take your time Budd, were not going anywhere ;)
"Master Troseddol, get to the bow!" 'Master, well you can tell he doesn't know me well at all...no reason not to oblige him though.' Smiling at Artemis' directions, Hyder tumbles down the other side of the cargo net. When he gains his feet he calls upon the power of life again, hoping to end the undead scourge.
'uuuggghhh, what an awful stench' Realizing that one of the Lacedons had sprung up right beside him, Hyder acrobatically moves up the cargo net away from the undead. Attempting to position himself close enough to all the creatures to have an affect on them he releases another wave of life giving energy. "Well, may as well hit 'em again, yeah."
'Crap, lacedons, aquatic ghouls, I hate these things' Grasping the rail Hyder calls out, his eyes rolling into this head, sounding like he is repeating the words of an unseen messenger. "Watch out Kassenites These undead monsters have a paralyzing touch an' feast on tha bodies of tha dead. Despite their bestial appearance, they are actually quite intelligent." Responding to his owns warning he calls out, "I ain't an oracle of tha gods of life fer nothin' yeah." He then channels energy hoping it will affect the creatures near him.
'Ahhh back on Lake Encarthan, it's like being home again. hearing the captain, Hyder smiles and, as much to himself as to anyone nearby, responds quietly, "Not me, tha lake always felt like home. But keeping a keen eye out, so's ta speak, never hurts, yeah. Hyder, comfortable enough with the ship to tuck his cane in his belt, spends the next few hours enjoying the sounds and smell of the open lake. Soon he starts to hear some kind of scraping from over the side of the barge. Curious he moves to the other side of the Black Mist and it seems like the sound is coming from that side also. 'Maybe its just my well developed hearing; Asking no one in particular; "Does any of you hear tha scarin'? It sounds like it's from both side's, which strikes me as a wee bit unusual, yeah."
'well that makes a lot of sense,' Hyder listens carefully as Laird recounts the events of the group. As the tale comes to an end, he thanks the humble storyteller. "Thanks fer tha update, Laird. Sounds like you folks have been through tha ringer, so's ta speak. But I appreciate ya taken tha time ta fill me in." Smiling at Forest's question, he shakes his head his smile getting broader then winking, "I wouldn't say handy, they would come an' go when I was younger, never really realized what they was until after tha fire. But they never got me in trouble, I could always do that on my own, yeah."
'Apparently our archer is also a woodsman, familiar with the hunt. But he is certainly more, willing to think and ask questions. We will need him before we are done...should I put a little 'Oracle mojo' on this to convince him...no, he would pick up on it, I better play it straight.'
As Hyder turns back to the two remaining youths he sees the giant of a man approaching with his hand extended.
Hyder nods and smiles warmly as man welcomes him, then as they continue grasping hands through the pregnant pause, as Artemis' countenance drops, Hyder lets his smile wane. He sees the struggle in the mans eyes. He sees the decision made and hears the words spoken. Nodding solemnly as the spearman turns and joins the others on the boat.
Looking straight forward, putting a smile on his face.
'ahhh...the plain one and the bright one...Laird and Woodruff...Laird takes the lead and bold enough to speak before the others...interesting, there is more to him than meets the eye'
Turning he sees the next speaker.
Get yer pint-sized patootie down here...I guess that's my cue'
He appears comfortably dressed in non-descript traveling cloths, his chain shirt slightly showing from under his jacket and bandoliers, though no other weapons are visible. His darkwood cane in one hand his other extended in greeting, a smile on his goateed face. As he nears it is obvious why he is tapping along with his cane. His eyes are a milky white, he is obviously vision impaired. 'It's was good to be back on a ship, but not as exciting as meeting these young people, since I spoke with Reginar the dreams have stopped...yes that's them. Well not all of them, but apparently the few that were chosen by the gods to be here.'
Doffing his felt hat with his free hand he gives a deep bow, his smile wide as he stands.
And welcome back, Robert! Thanks, it's good to be back, I'll miss playing Sariel but it sounds like he's still resting from the shellacking he took helping the bad guy... But I hope Hyder will be helpful. Ok, Trying to get in character so I thought a vignette would help, it's a little ruff but, well, you'll get the idea. Breakfast at ‘The Bounty’: Hyder awakens from his dream, sweating bullets. ’Blasted priests of Razmir, they always give me the willies. Why would dreams be any different? Blast Razmir, god or not, If I serve the gods that give life what does it say about Razmir that just thinking about him gets my hackles up.’ Hyder gets out of bed reaching for the pitcher of water on his night stand, trying to lighten his own mood. ’Wonder how many visitors to the ‘last meal’ grab the chamber pot instead of the pitcher, heh, bet they only do it once.’ Downing the glass of water he poured himself from the pitcher he walks around the bed to the opposite nightstand and uses the container there for its intended purpose. Placing the lid on the chamber pot he returns to bed and eventually the fitful dream-filled stupor of the last couple nights. ’I’m going to ring that chickens neck,
Arriving at ‘The Forest Bounty’ Hyder stops inside the doorway wiping his calloused feet on the reasonably fresh thresh as he looks around.
As Hyder approaches the table the old pathfinder stops eating long enough to stand and pull up an appropriate sized chair for the halfling. A few crumbs from the piece of toast he had just taken a bite of fly from his mouth onto his shirt as he continues;
As the waitress turns to go, Reginar brushes the toast crumbs from his vest and asks
Hyder smiles as he nods to her and begins to pour the honey liberally into the tea. Reginar, Shrugging his shoulders, as he hansters his mouth full of sausage into his cheek so he could continue speaking.
The two adventurers sat quietly and ate their breakfasts, as Reginar finished his meal he asked
Reginar sets his mug down on the table and stares at the Halfling, who continues to shovel down his three plate’s worth of food. Finally the pathfinder asks;
”I have a fellow pathfinder. I may have mentioned to you, an old acquaintance I would go so far as to call him a friend, Cygar. He happens to be staying in a place called Kassen. Does his name ring a bell?”
Reginar, eyes twinkled as he waited expectantly for a comment from the little oracle. He was a little crestfallen when Hyder’s response was similar to his own earlier in the meal. The Halfling, mouth full of food, waved his fork, bearing yolk covered fried potatoes, in the air in front of him before he popped it in his mouth. Reginar gave a slight smile and continued.
Hearing there was more to the story Hyder swallowed his mouthful and asked,
Hyder smiled as he stacked his three empty plates and pushed them away.
Hey Folks, this is Robert Henry, things are a little closer to normal in RL and I saw that Calia had to drop out. So I asked Budd if he could use a character in the game. I didn't think that Sariel were what you all needed at this time so I asked if I altered Hyder a little if he could join you. Budd thought he might be a good fit so here he is. I'm finishing his gear and altering his backstory to fit but this is at least the crunchy bits. It's good to be back and thanks for the opportunity Budd.
drbuzzard: Due to a change in responsibilities at work, and my father-in-law beginning a regular extended chemotherapy, I feel I need to step away from the games I am playing in. I apologize that it will delay and alter the games. After having played In some games over a year and a half I assumed I would be able to continue the games through to their finish but real life has raised its ugly head. Thanks for running the game. Good luck and good gaming to all.
finishing looking around the room, Hyder comes over with the rest of the group, taking a moment to listen and say a quick prayer, he toddles up to the bed and winks at Nivea then spends some time speaking to the wino. "So you say it's a little hazy, take your time, were all friends here. No need for anyone to get angry, is there boys. Why don't you tell us what you remember then we'll get you that drink."
'not a blasted thing down here.' Searching downstairs while Marcus watches the door and others head upstairs; Hyder, finding nothing, motions to Marcus that he is heading upstairs. He toddles up the stairs just in time to see and hear Nivea, sword drawn, kick the sleeping man, while the others deal with the sleeper, Hyder takes a quick look about.
Well they were looking for something! resisting the urge to state the obvious, Hyder begins looking around for any clues as to what the searchers were looking for or any clues they may have left behind.
'so on we go.' Hyder shrugs his shoulders and begins walking to the door, "So its on to Feldin's place yeah?" As they go Hyder will keep a keen eye out for anything that might be out of the ordinary.
'not paid to think? where does that fit in? Hyder looks at Marckus oddly, shrugging his shoulders, 'Saul sent us to find out what happened to Feldin, not rough up his loan-sharks lapdog. Then make matters worse by bringing him to Saul for keeping. We made this decision without him, not really fair to put it back on him after we bollixed it up." Hyder stops and looks at the crew "We don't have enough information yet. If Sneed is involved with what happened to Feldin we should come back and finish what we started. If his employer is involved at all, Sneed should forfeit his equipment and the cash. If neither he nor his employer is at fault, we give him back his stuff, and Saul's next payment on time. That's my two cents worth." Hyder stops and looks at Sneed, "I don't think taking him back to the 'golden goblin' is the answer. That will put Saul in a compromising situation, he didn't tell us to come rough up Sneed. I say we leave him hear. if he's involved, he will be smart and leave town. If he and his employer are innocent we give him his stuff back."
Hyder scratches his head, "You said "They pick it up every day" and it's just "your job to collect." So, Who picks it up and who do you work for. I would like to know who would benefit from Saul not being able to pay his bills." After Sneed answers his questions, Hyder turns to the team and asks; "So what are we going to do with Sneed and his gear? Also we may need to consider that the cloak was a plant. As a matter of fact it may have been Feldin himself who thrashed his own house and planted the cloak. We need to go there and gather more information. Then we decide if were talking to Sneed's employer."
He looks like he needs more.' Hyder draws back from the man, then turning to the team he explains: "He is going to need a little more healing so lets do something a little different, any one else injured gather round, and I will Channel energy like a cleric does." Waiting for anyone else who is injured to gather round Hyder cast channel positive energy, until he can almost do no more.
Hyder is ready, decided to go with trap spotter for my rogue talent, figured you guys could handle the combat focus stuff.
Hyder nods his head at Dwarfus, "I should be able to wake him up if I heal him." So once the moneylender is bound and gagged Hyder lays a hand on his back and says a quick prayer.
Hyder is about done, I will finish him tonight at work.
@ Sileth, I was thinking about picking up 'spellcraft' or 'use magical item' are you considering 'spellcraft'? 'Use magical item' would make more sense for Hyder, but I will add 'spellcraft' instead if you aren't going to work it in.
awww, Hyder could have saved him...
'well at least he is still breathing. Hyder steps away from Kronug, reaching out to the moneylender and saying a quiet prayer casts stabilize. "That will keep him alive for a moment. Do you want to wake him up here and question him after we have searched the place or shall we search the place, then take him someplace we can work him over and take our time?"
Actually you are at -8 since you have soft cover provided by Kronug. Miss.
Hyder rolls his eyes and steps behind Nivea, setting his stick down, he reaches out to Kronug, whispering a prayer he lays his hand on the big man.
Hyder shakes his head, "you use your pets like guards, they get treated like guards, do you want the same fate? Put down the falchion and talk to us. I'll feel stupid bringing you back from the brink, just to ask you a couple of lousy questions."
Hyder steps back and asks, "Can we keep him alive? The goal was to ask him questions."
'They can joke, they don't have to worry they don't have to worry obut getting squished.' Hyder rolls his eyes as the bigger crewmembers banter about, moving in behind the tough guys, Hyder slides behind Kronug, "watch out Kronug" tumbling past the man and baboon, "Got a ape to whack" and attacks him with his walking stick.
Hyder steps out of the way as the big human enters, he then ask, "Well since we started using the giant sized lock picks." pointing at the big mans sword smiling, "We may as well continue with the demonstration!"
'well, we're in it now' Watching the dwarf smack the door with what looks like a ball and chain, Hyder tries to stay out of the way as splinters fly. Quickly ducking between Nivea's leg He pops in the doorway, "Let me take a look too!"
'hhhmmm, I wonder if the cloak will give up andy clues.'While the larger members of the crew bust down the door Hyder picks up the discarded cloak and carefully inspects it for secret pockets or obvious clews.
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