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Norg windmills his arms and almost comically slips in the filth though he manages to catch his balance. He frowns angrily though he tries a few deep breaths to calm down. The stench makes even that counterproductive. Though he tries to hide it he is very unhappy. "If there are too many more of these I am not looking forward to the rest of this place."
Hey Dran'Tilt, just curious about your RP. Isn't every character that plays these part of the Pathfinder society by default? Or are you basically just pretending?
Norg backs up to make a running leap across the corner of the pit.
Then reaches down to pull up the stuffed professor. Then looks for the squelching sound from the north. Then stands up straight to hold his shield up in case the thing was faster than it appeared. "Looks like the first ooze is already here everyone."
Norg looks down at the talking rabbit, surprised. "Oh, yes. Hello Professor Bun. Bun? Pleased to meet you." Norg follows along awkwardly towards the rear of the group. He seems disappointed at the mention of the ooze mephit being the servant but shrugs. The sewage oozes don't sound pleasant, but Norg was not averse to difficult work. He thinks about the area mentioned and furrows his brow. "From what u remember reading, those islands are not safe anymore, if they ever were. They are haunted by strange ghosts and we're likely to be cursed to wander in darkness if we step foot there."
Norg looks on with interest, he reads it carefully though he clearly frowns at the mention of the "wayward" servant. Usually they have a good reason to leave. He decided he definitely needed to get involved to make sure the servant was fine and working conditions were acceptable. He looks around at the others nearby. He speaks in a polite but not quite educated manner. "Hello. I am called Norg. I would like to check on the welfare of the so called wayward servant. Do any of you want to work with me? I am part of the Pathfinder Society, if that helps."
After completing construction of the new Pathfinder lodge in Razmiran, Norg heads back to less oppressive cities waiting for his next assignment. Norg is a younger half-orc who looks much older in some ways. The curse and blessing of life takes its toll on his body in strange ways. His long black hair is tied back and many strands of white are interspersed despite his younger age. He wears modest explorer's clothing and a strong steel shield, his only two major purchases since escaping servitude and joining the pathfinders. A dagger at his belt bears the symbol of Pharasma. He looks exhausted all of the time but friendly enough for a half-orc. |
