Ingir is slightly surprised by the call to arms, I guess rest will have to wait. once the crowed thins he approaches Kining, ”I am volunteering for tomorrow’s attack.”
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”Greetings Nathaniel, you are correct I am Ingir. I am happy to see you survived,” he extends his hand to shake. He Asks hopefully, ”Perhaps, you could tell my friend Charles and I how you all made it here... and help us settle in.
Ingir watches the grieving people for several moments not wanting to interrupt. Finally he asks one the bystanders, ”Who do they grieve for?”
This is an unfortunate time to arrive but there is safety in numbers, the half orc reminds himself. He turns to Charles, ”it looks like we are left to our own devices while the community leaders figure things out. I think I remember some of these people let’s see if we can gather some information.”
”Best make haste my friend Charles and find this Aubrin or Rhyna,” Ingir says as he makes his way inside. He stops periodically to ask directions. When they find who the seek he introduces himself.
”As my friend Charles says we would like to join with you. Even a the wolf knows it is better to hunt in a pack,” the half orc adds.
:: Lamashan 6 - Late Evening - Chernasardo Fores - Ingir and Charles:: Ingir watches for a few seconds trying to judge the nature of the people he observed. The wait isn’t long as exhaustion wins over caution and steps into view keeping a wary eye on the man with the bow, ”Hullo, Don’t be startled. We ...” He pauses to wave the swordsman forward, ”Charles my friend step out here so everyone can see you. As I was saying we’re refugees and offer our services.”
”An extra set of eyes will be a boon during these troubled times. You sleep first, the raven and I will keep watch,” Ingir offers.
”A journey begins with the first step and shelter and a dry place to sleep will be welcome, Ingir stated to his new found companion. He tuns his head slightly to the raven on his shoulder, ”Take shelter in a close by tree and warn us if something comes.” He shuffles into the cabin, ”Let’s see what supplies we have and then we can talk about revenge my friend Charles.” He shakes he head and chastised himself, ”No, where are my manners first we should eat and then make plan. Even a squirrel will eat before gathering nuts for the winter.” With that said he mutters something incomprehensible and waves his right hand over his closed left fist. He opens the closed hand and six plump berries sit in his meaty palm, ”Have one. Each berry will nourish you for a day.”
A wounded bear is the most dangerous,” The towering half orc thought as he watches the bloodied swordsman exit the cabin. He lowers his hood and tries to contort his face into something that will pass as a smile, ”Greetings friend, I am know as Ingir and have suffered loss and tribulations these pass two weeks at the hands of the Ironfang Legion. By the looks of it you too have suffered.” Looking at the blood on the man, ”I offer aid if it is needed and suggest we travel together.”
@ Lyndis- I think your Wound Points should be 28 not 24. It looks like you forgot to add your 4 levels of con bonus.
An opportunity or a burden, Ingir thought as he watched the wounded dandy. He debates with himself a few moments longer before deciding, There is safety in numbers. Aware of his frightening appearance the half orc slowly approaches the cabin a loudly announces, ”Hello in the cabin. Are you injured? Do you need help?”
Hello all! Thanks for the invite I’m looking forward to helping you all get revenge and put down the Iron Fang Legion.
Here is my, Mr. Hebeme’s submission (crunch in alias): Ingir a half orc shaman. He is a pretty flexible build and is primarily a buffer/ debuffer but can hold his own in melee too and as a secondary healer. With his wandering hex he can become more of a primary healer or fill whatever gaps exist. Plus his familiar has the sage archetype to help with knowledge skills. Ignore the alias photo I will change it if/when the site allows. Anyway, I was inspired by the post below in the gameplay thread. I do have a question about how do we calculate WP and VP for a familiar? I hope you had a good trip and good luck with your recruitment, - Mr. H Appearance:
Ingir is a giant and massive half orc standing a full head over six feet, broad shouldered and deep of chest, with a massive corded neck and heavily muscled limbs. His green skin is covered in scars as well as sacred tattoos, the color of blood, that accentuate the hard, dangerous lines of his body. He has smoldering onyx colored eyes which are set below a low and broad brow giving him a feral predatory appearance. His gloomy, scarred, almost sinister face is that of a warrior and is usually covered by a wolf headed hood. The shaman usually wears furs and hides with a cloak made from a wolf’s pelt while he carries a spear in hand. Most importantly there is usually a raven perched on his shoulder with a look that seems to mock all those around. Background: Ingir hears the fierce keening cry of a bird of prey in the distance that ends as abruptly as it began. He looks up, as much out of reflex as curiosity, but his gaze is obscured by the canopy of leaves overhead. Still looking up he whispers to the raven on his shoulder, ”Careful little one there is a fell voice on the wind today.” Like everyday for the past fortnight, he unnecessarily reminds himself. The fur clad half orc walks through the foliage a little further before coming to a slow moving river where he decides to rest for a moment. He lowered his muscular frame onto the river bank, placing his spear across his lap, and lets his feet dangle in the river. A crooked smile crosses his scared and tattooed face as he enjoys the feel of the cold water on his travel worn feet. He pushes back his wolf head hood and removes his pack, forcing the raven to fly from his shoulder to the safety of a nearby branch. His feet gradually become numb, the cold seeping through the rest of his body, helping him relax for the first time in two weeks. Lost in the comforting numbness his thoughts drifted to the past.... Tap, tap, tap the raven beat on the half orc’s head with its beak while the half orc’s bloody body laid on the ground under a wagon in the town of Phaendar. Ingir tried to scream but no words came out as his mouth is filled with blood and dirt. The raven begins again tap, tap, TAP. Ingir's eyes popped open, his head still pounding, but he sighed with relief as he realized that he was in too much pain to be dead. He continued to lay on the cold ground breathing erratically with sweat pouring off his limp body. The sour odor of his unwashed body mixes with the smell of blood and death, creating something noxious. Ingir slowly shook his head as he tries to ignore the pain and remember. The pounding in his head grew louder and he moaned, ”I live.” The raven still by his head startled the half orc with its croaking response, This is where Ingir’s life really began on the battlefield that was once the town of Phaendar, covered in blood, next to his dead wife, and left for dead under his wagon. No longer was he a merchant plying his wares to the communities along the Marideth River. Rather, under that wagon he left his past behind and made a compact with the spirits of the forest that changed everything. As if viewing everything through a fog he remembered the quiet tears he shed for his dead wife while he crawled out from under the wagon that would be her tomb. The pain from his mangled body nearly torn apart by wolves. The joy he felt as he reached the wood line. And the desperation he felt as he fought off another wolf keeping its pelt as a trophy. Over the next two weeks he roamed the southern Fangwood eluding the hobgoblins and wolves that infested the area. He was alone but Ingir still had the whispers to keep him company on lonely nights.... Ingir is startled from his reminiscing by his little friend’s insistent cawing from its perch. I know, I know, no time to dawdle.” He replied while he lethargically raised his body, almost losing his balance in the process as he picks up his discarded pack. The raven’s cry became more insistent forcing the shaman to really listen to the bird’s shrill voice, ”B@*!!%~s, the shaman curses while he retreats into dense vegetation looking for somewhere to hide.
Great idea. Collaboration is always good/fun. Thanks Mioki!
That would be great!! Just PM me if/when you are ready.
I think all we can do is wait (although I don’t hold out much hope). I do hope to see you all around the boards and perhaps even get a chance to be in a game together!
I have off tomorrow and should have my pc all sorted out by the end of the day.
Sounds good to me.
Happy Holidays!!
@Vanea that’s great as I was struggling to find something that grabbed me. @everyone - I’m from Indiana (right outside Indianapolis) and on EST too.
Not offended. Lack of healing can be concerning but I'm equally concerned with status removal when we are away from a town. With skald's vigor my skald will have fast healing 2 when raging but that doesn't help anyone else. I can also take some cure spells like the bard. @GM Wolfie if it okay with you I will look at some other class options that can fit with the background I created with some minor tweaks. Does anyone have any thoughts?
Thanks for the invite! Looking forward to spending some time with you all. I will have my stats sorted out sometime within the next 24 hours. |