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Jaken is going to officially remove himself from the running. I don't want to overextend myself by playing in too many PbP's and running both a PbP game and a RL one. Thanks for the shot, and I'm glad to see so many other scoundrels answering the call! Best of luck to you all, and happy gaming!
I'm currently running one PbP and playing in two others, so if Moulini would like the spot I will graciously remove myself from the running. I've got plenty of PbP action going on and don't want to bog down the action. If Moulini doesn't look like they will work out, I'll keep my finger on the pulse of this thread. Thanks! I'll be lurking...
Jaken Doone at your service! A rogue, historian, and lover of lost things might be just the ticket! (Posting as character...can change stats etc. to fit the game!) Let me know if I've got a shot!
Or we have Jaken Doone, historian, treasure seeker, and purveyor of lost knowledge. Handy with lockpicks too, for the times when the artifacts may not be out in the open for the taking...
I'll throw in my hat...I've got a rogue that I was playing up like a historian type, almost Indiana Jones style character in that he respects history and is into adventuring to learn about past cultures and recover artifacts. Never got him into a PbP as the one I signed up for fizzled...here is the character basics (I'm posting as the character). I'll jump in however you can work me in. :) I'm familiar with the story, but obviously won't metagame at all.
Jaken grits his teeth and slashes once more at the ugly little creature, barely avoiding giving Losk an unwanted beard trim.
Jaken shrugs off his backpack , moves towards the pugwumpi on the right while drawing his short sword, and slashes at the tiny, hideous creature.
Jaken grins at the dwarf's enthusiasm. "You're a surly one unless battle rears its ugly head aren't you? Better than being surly all the time I suppose." He winks back. "Nuveril, I believe you desire the honors?"
Jaken shrugs at Nuveril's barb. "Only a fool or a god shows no fear...and I've never seen a god of your stature." He sighs. "Regardless, I hear something."
"Quiet, please," Jaken hisses. "Do you hear that?"
"Bravely said. I am at your side," Jaken says. "Great idea, Parv. If nothing comes out, I'll check the door."
"Sheesh," mutters Jaken. "I've stepped on rattlesnakes with better temperaments than this crew. My mother use to say 'If you can't stand the heat, don't sleep near the hearth!' Good advice." He clears his throat and raises his voice slightly. "No offense meant, Master dwarf, I just don't particularly want to be the first one who gets bit. I'm hale and hearty enough, but try not to bleed before lunch if I can help it. "Oddly enough, our fierce little friend here" he gestures to Nuveril "is probably the most...ahem...qualified to do the honors. Unless you think it may be booby-trapped."
Nuveril scowls at the ruin and spits into the dust in disgust. "And inside that, Lady High-and-Mighty will feel safe? If gnolls come in the holes in the wall, the she-camel will be 'safe' enough to cower in her trap for a few minutes before their blades find her -- or their manacles. Even a rat in its burrow can dig another way out if the snake finds its entrance." "Always so chipper, this one," Jaken sighs. "Still it does offer better protection than sitting out in the open. It reminds me of the story of Sheikh Al'Hadaffi's seige against the..." He trails off, once he sees no one is listening. "Ahem, never mind then. So, Parvy, what do you think is the best avenue of approach?"
After thanking Zastorian for the potion, and promising to use it as a last resort, Jaken pats the late-arrival on the back. "Chin up, my friend," he says amiably, "at least the air is fresh, the sun is warm, and the wind sings us a tune." Jaken double checks his huge backpack, making sure all his gear is accounted for, and finally tightens the straps. Adjusting his wide brimmed hat, he nods to the rest of the group. "Let's be off, my friends! This time tomorrow, fate willing, we'll be finishing up a nice breakfast after a sleep indoors."
"So," he says to the man, "do these critters often travel in packs?"Dashki considers Jaken's question for a moment. "They crawl up out of the darklands," he replies. "Usually they form a nest somewhere - maybe a dozen at a time? They worship gnolls and idolise them, so they're usually around nearby wherever packs of gnolls infest an area. Of course, the gnolls can't stand the little bastards either - who wants to live under a cloud of ill fortune? If the gnolls have moved into Kelmarane. My bet is there's some isolated part of the town that's overrun with pugwampis." he breaks off his musing with a shrug, returning his attention to the new trophy adorning his staff. "Intersting," Jaken mumbles, pulling out a weather-beaten journal and scribbling furiously. "Thanks for the information." He smiles crookedly and heads back to the fire to share the information with Parvenah, Losk, and his talkative halfling friend.
Jaken tilts his head and listens... Is that crickets he hears?
Jaken engages in small talk with the chattering halfling, smiling at his mannerisms. I thought I was more comfortable in the city! I'm a regular outdoorsman compared to him. Still, he seems like a decent fellow, and honestly this job tomorrow seems almost too simple. He notices Nuveril talking to the unkempt man. He excuses himself and wanders up towards the tail end of the conversation and stands near where she is crouching. "So," he says to the man, "do these critters often travel in packs?"
"Aye, ma'am," Jaken says. "the terms seem acceptable to me, though I won't speak for my new friends here." He nods towards the two halflings and the dwarf. "Friends, we've not been properly introduced." Jaken gives a bow and a tip of his wide brimmed hat. "I am Jaken Doone. Historian, expert treasure-seeker, and occasional second-story man, though I won't admit to the last until I've got some Varisian wine in my belly and a woman to impress." Unless his new employer has more to add, or the newcomers object, he motions towards one of the many fires to speak with his new companions for a while before turning in.
I'm planning on making some minor skill changes based on a couple traits I'm taking if that's ok. Nothing major. I'll note them tonight. Basically increasing my Knowledge(History) to be more in line with my concept.
Jaken nods at the rangers words wiping his brow against the heat. Desna's Mercy, it's bleedin' HOT! Even the nights are miserable. He sighs. Still, this land is a wonder. He turns his head as Parvenah trails off and follows his new friend's gaze at the bizarre creature. "Wonders truly never cease in these blasted lands. A moment, please, Parvy, if I may call you that." He jogs towards the odd trio pointing at the corpse of the Pugwumpi . "Oy, friends, what in the Nine Hells is that?"
No worries, I'm just enjoying the goat antics. :D For some reason I can't find the trait PDF, and the LoF Player's guide didn't have any that fit me. Anyone know what the exact name of the PDF for traits or the location?
Here's the character. Posted him in the discussion but figured he'd pop his head in here in case anyone missed him.
Here is Jaken Doone, treasure-seeker, historian, and second-story man. Let me know if everything checks out. Got a basic backstory that should be workable into anything you want to throw at me. |
