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![]() Invar notices Fharalkakhad's hand motions and moves to stand in front of the stairs arms crossed and spade resting in the crook of his elbow. With his arms crossed he palms two of the shuriken hidden in his forearm, ready to launch them at the first person to attempt to pass him. Preparations made Invar stands stock still and the glow in his eyes dims slightly as he settles into the familiar role of bodyguard. Dexterity 1d20+2 = 15 ![]()
![]() Invar moves through the crowds next to Fharalkakhad using his extra height to scan the bustling people for any interesting or unusual sights. He uses the spade as a walking stick, tapping the weighted end to the ground with each step. Perception check 1d20+7 = 23 ![]()
![]() "I myself was created after the thronehold treaty was signed, but far from Khorvaire so I am not sure the rules of the treaty apply. Anyway, I am sure Il Yannah would not have lead me to join a company with bad intentions."
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![]() Invar stands and stretches with a few satisfying popping noises from his joints.
I'm going to be travelling for the next few days so I don't think I'll have internet access. Sorry for the short notice. ![]()
![]() Invar scans the contract rapidly before signing it and handing it back to the gnome. The seemingly low pay did not overly worry him as he had very little use for the money anyway. It did not seem like something that should be mentioned around employers and colleagues so he quietly took a seat in between two bunks and set allowed his glowing eyes to dim as he looked inward and began meditating. ![]()
![]() A second flash delivers a warforged covered in gleaming ceramic plates to the top of the tower. It spends a few moments examining its surroundings, its glowing eyes lingering on the magnificent ship before focusing on the small group ahead of it.
"I apologise for my tardiness, I was accosted by the local youths in the market. My title is Invar, I have been contracted as part of the away team for the Darkstar One." Invar notes a few remaining smears of charcoal from where the local urchins had spent a happy few minutes scrawling obscenities all over his body and wipes them away with the edge of his cloak, amused at the strange things children did. ![]()
![]() Argh! I have been internetless for the last 10 days. Some berk smashed his car into the phone line junction box thing at the end of the road and ripped it right out. So yeah, no internet and no phone. But I am back and I have a big wall of text that is most of a background. The rest being that basically Invar gets to Sharn, pretty much decides that going back to Krona Peak seems kinda pointless as sharn is far more interesting and also has a small population of warforged and Kalashtar. He gets in contact with said population and is informed about the wonders of Xen'drik. Forgotten lore on the creation of warforged, thinks he may find the solution to the bonding of a quori spirit with a warforged body and then can return it to the Haztaratain monks to help them fight the Inspired, thus furthering his main goal in life. So he seeks employment as a guard on Darkstar company ship and there we go. |