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A bearded figure, his face covered with a cowl, and a bow on his back, whispers: "The mage knows too much. End him quietly."
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20 point buy it is!
Good luck with that, Drazh! I'm getting together my new PC, just in time to get eaten! :)
Jakardos looks at the sight with horror. "Can any of ye swim worth a damn? I cannot. I'll get Shallelu and others to safety!"
Miron was indeed from Sandpoint and does have family there. I made reference to them early on but he visited them off screen. He did study in Magnimar for years. I haven't had much of a chance to plot a new PC. It won't be Jakardos, I am now set on that halfling cavalier.
Jakardos remains in place, crackling arrows flying from his bow, faster and faster.
I'll be at a work event tomorrow so I don't know how much I'll get to post.
Jakardos I saw as too enraged to think of moving. He won't stop any PCs moving past him though.
With a glance at Shallelu and fresh determination burning in his eyes, Jakardos fixes Lucrecia with a hard stare. "Here is my counter-offer: I avenge my Black Arrow brothers with your hearts' blood!" And with that, arrows fly from his bow.
Kibb growls, holding their position to leap at and block any foe moving towards Jakardos.
A big vote for pre-emptive healing here.
Jakardos tries to hide the shame on his face at Azalia's words, and is swift to seize upon Shallelu's offered branch. "No, not yet. She must pay for her crimes. But there must surely be evidence of where she hides somewhere in this place. Let us keep searching." There is certainly more vigour in Jakardos now, as if a fire has been rekindled in him.
An unmistakable pang of guilt crosses Jakardos' face at Shallelu's retort, and Anneka's questioning. He turns to face Anneka. "I was...with Shallelu's mother. Then a dragon attacked the village, and she died. I helped bring down the beast, but after...I couldn't. I just could not stay. I walked to this very fort, signed up to the Black Arrows, and never looked back." "Until now.", he says, turning to Shallelu, with hope and sadness in his eyes.
Surprised, and placing Shallelu down, Jakardos turns to face Anneka, tears welling in his eyes. "I...I knew her mother. Before..."
@Kevin: Seconded! The roleplay has been great. Kudos to all! @Marten, I'm considering four options: 1. A halfling cavalier VMC bard built around the "helpful" race trait for superior aiding others. Possibly going into golden legionnaire or battle herald. 2. A human fighter, pouring feats into things like bodyguard. Determined to defend others, to compensate for some past failure. 3. A human slayer, a vengeful Black Arrow. 4. A human investigator, looking into the bizarre goings-on in the area. For the curious, I've earmarked "J. E. Smith" as a general profile for temporary characters, taken-over NPC's, etc. I didn't fancy continuing to post as "Miron".
Upon hearing Shallelu's name, Jakardos' attention is focused like of his arrows upon the chamber. "Shallelu? SHALLELU!" The Black Arrow runs heedless into the next room - then stops, shocked at the sight of her daughter!. He rushes over and takes Shallelu into his arms. "Don't worry, Shallelu, I'm here now!" Softly, but with renewed determination the group has not seen in him: "I will *not* let them hurt you again. That is a vow." |
