”Paragon of our people, you are the mightiest dragon” Jakub concedes.
Hardly a concession, it turns out, for one who identifies with snakes…
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”Do snakes eat lobster?” our hero wonders aloud. ◆◆◆) Shank x3
"And then we go home" ◆) Stride
"Not just a snake!"
◆) Stand
Sneaking around, Jakub feints and shanks!
◆) Feint
Jakub lies in wait for the creatures to come to him! ◆) Draw Bomb
Moderate Alchemist's Fire:
Jakub examines the loot inside, pockets the +1 dagger and the moderate alchemists fires. Turns to his group. "Your turns!"
”I am Jakub Thorn, trixiest of all kobold kind. Until recently, many of my people revered dungeons like this and dragons like you. Not me, of course, but many many others. But as of last month everyone seems to have changed their minds. Now we worship anything that is powerful. Which includes dragons like you. Not me, but, then again I was always a special kobold” Condescendingly ”If you visit the maze, don’t touch anything.”
Jakub is... a snake?
He hisses at the fairy whatzit. Then turns to Grimmnir "Watch your tongue, lest it find itself caught in a snare!" and takes a mental note to prank him first when he gets the next chance...
"Not me! Dragons are weak!" Jakub Thorn smiles "I am a snake!"
Unliking of being fooled, Jakub searches for his nemesis!
Jakub looks at Paragon. Then at the flank spot he opened. His eyes narrow. "Maybe I will and maybe I wont!" but, he does.
◆) Feint
Stumbling foolishly, Jakub exposes himself!
Jakub Thorn - Kobold Menace! - trickies his knife on for the kill! ◆) Stride
Jakub stabs it!
Jakub watches the anticlimax come and go. Disappointed, he tries to cut down the hedge.
Jakub stands back and watches Izni's burn!
Hand in the cookie jar, Jakub Thorn agrees to the witch’s terms. Nom, nom, nom…
"Invincible!" Convinced the doll died of fear bestowed it by Jakub Thorn - Kobold Menace! - our hero proceeds up the stairs with enthusiasm.
Jakub races forward to engage the doll, and switching weapons, he teases it with razor's edge. "I'll rip your seams!" ◆) Swap
Scoundrel's Racket: When you successfully Feint, the target is off-guard against your melee attacks until the end of your next turn. On a critical success, the target is off-guard against all melee attacks until the end of your next turn, not just yours. If you Feint while wielding an agile or finesse melee weapon, you can step immediately after the Feint as a free action.
Tricky and slick, Jakub stows his blade, draws his bow, and fires a shot off at the blue pony, quickly reloading!
”Granpappy was named Chuck. I am not scared of a silly doll”
"Yes" Jakub pretends like he is going to "play" with the toy - but then he stabs it with a quick fake out. "Ha hA! No!"
Jakub Thorn darts in and darts out with reciprocal magnanimously!
Jakub Thorn - Kobold Menace! - trickies his knife work then retreats to safety! ◆) Feint
Jakub looks around, counts "1, 2, 3, 4, 5" "There are five of us. Five backpacks. Whose were they? Did they all die? Are we going to die?" Worried for his life, he disparages!
”Four on one? We are passing through! Is it really worth your stem?” Jakub runs his mouth and gives the mushroom the opportunity to just let them pass…
Skulking up to "Poopy, yes, that's what they used to call you!" Jakub Thorn - Kobold Menace! - forgets that he knows...
"Now you look better than you smell"
Jakub Thorn - Kobold Menace! - makes an absolute mess of things, and somehow emerges unscathed. He looks at his group and chirps "Yolo"
No he doesn't - he tries to outwit the pile of junk! "You are all doing it wrong - see this!" he pulls out a needle from the haystack "This is how it all comes undone!"
Jakub Thorn - not to be outdone by a s!#!ty wall! - avoids it completely…
Jakub makes a mental note not to bother Izni...
Jakub grabs one of the bugs antennae and tweaks it "Heh Heh Hoh Hoh - can't see me! Stabbity stab and flippity flee!" ◆) Feint w/ Scoundrel's Racket
Nosy kobold goes over and inspects the book on the desk, hoping that it is a journal. Because he just loves other peoples' journals! Sad little books, wherein their deepest fears and dirtiest deeds meet record. He doesn't keep one himself; indeed, if he did, and it got out, he'd be exiled from his community or worse! "This room smells" he looks at "Hey Parry?" P.O.O.P. and asks "You know anything about who might have lived here?" for no particular reason.
Terrified of acid - too, the acid tone of his comrade Grimmir - our Kobold Menace hero takes flight. Hiding behind Precious.
”Heh heh he he he he he…” Jakub sniggers as Pop falls down…
Imperiously impatient, Jakub pulls a prank on the missing players, tying their shoes together while they stand around asking for directions!
He laughs as on of them trips over his own feet, and just shrugs as the other demonstrates wisdom against his tricks! Unsatisfied, he pilfers Grimmnir's journal when he is not looking...
...and inscribes an entry for the calendar date after today: Tomorrow: 1. Wake up. 2. Have breakfast with crow wings. 3. Prepare to give Jakub all your belongings. 4. Give Jakub all your belongings.
Jakub Thorn - - plays a trick on the next character to post, involving taking a out from his , and performing a carefully calculated upon that their so that it no longer ! He gloats "Ha HA. Just wait until we get into the Vault! Imagine what they will say: They will say 'Jakub and friends, how is it that you were able to recover these treasures?' and we will be able to tell them that 'It was easy of course! Don't you know how impressive is our reputation?' and all doubt will seep from their minds!" Whipping his dripping tail to and fro, he smiles toothily and prepares to take the plunge... second in line from the front!
Jakub Thorn is the most annoying Hookclaw ever to live! Due in part to his voice which grates like scratching a rusty nail against a manhole covering, but wholly to his commitment to learning where his enemies' "buttons" are and "pressing" them with pinpoint precision! Recruited by his tribe to explore the newly-uncovered vault, he is fully convinced that the reason he has been asked by his tribemates to make the venture is due to his great skill as a master tactician, improvisor, and smooth-talker, rather than, say, the great danger such a proposal might entail and the off-chance that his acceptance would be tantamount to spelling forth his doom...
Nearly killed before even embarking on his first excursion - and left to die in a building come ablaze! - Jakub rethinks his impulse to heed the Call of Heroes, once again weighing the quiet life against one intentionally fraught with danger. Returning to the soup kitchen, he quietly folds himself back into the operations there, and after days, takes his leave of Breachill entirely. In his own way: silent, vigilant, and proactive.
Hemorrhaging green sap onto the floor, Jakub’s eternal soul struggles against it’s mortal wound.
Seed clings to life! Status: Active Leads: None 00/16 HPs, Prone, Unconscious, Wounded 1 Wicked Thorns used
Wearing only a poncho, the Mephit’s jaws crunch down hard on our floral hero, who makes an attempt to dodge only too late. But. When the fiend’s teeth clench down, Jakub activates a secret organ from his core, deploying vicious thorns which stick into his attacker’s mouth!
He goes down! Status: Active Leads: None 00/16 HPs, Dying 2 Wicked Thorns used
◆) Devise a Strategy
"Exit out the Large Door" Calmly and with collection, Jakub, foreseeing difficulty in trying to shoot into the chaos, instead points to the main entrance to signal a way out of the burning building.
Jakub is fast, but unused to fighting in a long time - perhaps a previous incarnation - no matter, he takes the brunt of the fire damage, his rosy thorns burning ablaze!
Without thought, or a word, Jakub springs up the stairs and towards the fire! ◆◆◆) Stride x3
Preoccupied with concern for the lost tribe, our hero fails to notice the source of the fire, unable to react quickly…
Perusing the "garden" outside, Jakub reflects while tending to the plants... ...indeed, with so many answering the call, he observes that none seem particularly versed in the art of tending to their own wounds... ...and remembers a time when conflict came to his borders while he was serving as a gardener-turned-field-medic, keeping his allies alive and healthy and getting them back into the front line as best tended as he could... ~) Ancient Memories ➤ ...walking inside, wanting a full view, he strides right to the front and takes an open seat near the aisle!
It dawns upon Jakub that it was expected that he should answer the query using a verbal response - the ways of "animals" continue to elude our floral hero! - so many words to use in disproportion to the actual gesture of any act being communicated. So then. "Your divining of my spirit, drawing upon your experience with travelers, observes the seed in my mind correctly. I will answer the call." intimacy expressed by his acts of service, the ghoran may be perhaps described as "bad at goodbyes" lacking the need to punctuate his departure with a brief physical bondship (ie, handshake or hug etc) - instead, he quickly cleans the rest of his mess, leaving his work station immaculate, dons his poncha, slings his hunting bow over his shoulder, and departs simply, heading over to the Wizard's Grace. Pausing outside to delay entry, he looks to the potted plants surrounding the vicinity, and tends to them briefly, reflecting upon his life experiences, and remembers a time... ~) Ancient Memories ➤ Survival ...hundreds of years ago when he had gone on a supply mission with several of his clutchmates and gotten lost in the desert during a sandstorm, having to sleep during the day, and navigate at night by constellation...
Extroversion! The goblins of his home continent were less exuberant - it takes a moment for our otherwise composed floral hero to brace ready to withstand the influx of social energy radiating from the pair outwards. It distracts him. He pauses too when considering the dark stranger, but doesn't fail to notice the feathers lining his face. Little details like these his mind naturally focuses upon - he notices the lump and deduces bound wings, which saddens him somewhat, knowing that constraint festers atrophy. Suddenly: "Could you help putting the remaining stew away in the backroom?" Leaping gracefully back into action, Jakub rounds up the empty bowls, balancing them expertly, and deposits them into the cleaning area, wiping them down with a cloth. Reflecting quietly, he ponders the next chapter of his life: Will he heed the Call of Heroes, or leave Breachill to it's fate?!...
He hadn't told Trinil he'd be quitting by answering the call. Perhaps he supposed that she would already know - indeed, someone of his peculiar skillset would be invaluable - extrapolating her estimation of him in the veritable "soup kitchen" of the wider world. Nevertheless, his mind was made up. Observing the goblin's penchant for fermented beverage, Jakub Thorn disappears once again to retrieve some fresh mead, and serves it to him discreetly (in a soup bowl)... ...and returns to his seat, attention once again fixed frontward!
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