Classic spooky place... ... just perfect Jamir looks at the other and asks: "It seems we have to go there. A tour trough a haunted prision what's not to like?
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Jamir sighs profusely before answering: "We have to go after them, if nothing else for Kendra's safety." "And only place to star: abandoned prision... probably haunted..."
Jamir returns from the kitchen having discovered nothing more than that the food smells great, the only thing the knows how to cook after all is stew. He then asks: "Anything interesting there?"
Jamir satisfied it is simply a chest goes inspection what is being cooked in the kitchen.
"Oh key to the chest... Sometimes Jamir I say you have the brain of a mule." Jamir looks at everyone as he puts the key in the lock. "Ready? SWIFT!" He turns the lock of the key at the same time calling Swift to get close in case something goes wrong.
Jamir is impressed by Jaevin's act then he remembers that he has to sign the paper. So he does it then upon examining his own signature whispers: "Urgh so ugly..." Then he looks to the key and asks to the officiry:"You dropped this." Jamir takes the key in his hand as he talks.
"Sorry then! By the way who is Lili? Wife? Daugther? Lover? Mother?" Asks Jamir.
You're going to send the books? Says Jamir thunderstruck. If all that needed to be done was to see them sent then Kendra could do it!Then Jamir stops and think a moment Hum... you could do it right? Argh! What am I saying? Of course you can do it, its not like you are some cloistered little girl. See that is why this paladin shouldn't think. Jamir rambles on about his own faults for some time.
Jamir finishes drinking the tea, whili thinking "So much for a swift visit [biiger]oh well[/bigger]. "Well it seens we are in your care miss Kendra, or rather that you are in our care? Well regardless, hate books but I might take a look at these, gods know there is way too much nefariouness these days than I like."
"Now that is much better. Pleased to make your acquiatance." The halfling goes back to sit on his chair then turns towards the coulcilman; "Now that we know you are not a nefarious vilain, we can proceed to business." When he sits Jamir raises his cup of tea and says: "To the professor! What nver seen a toast made with tea before?"
Yes! I object your lack of introduction. The halfling rises or falls from the chair, it's all a question of perspective. I mean how are we to know you are not some evil spellcaster? Or a cunning thief, or some other evil, without your name? Without damn names? How could we possibly go to bussiness like that? What if we were signing a contract with a devil? What if you swindled us? Or the contrary? How any of us would know where to find justice? So I OBJECT! These manerless city people. Jamir then extends a hand and say: Name is Jamir guardian of farms, small towns, and general goodness.Now that is the right way bout yo go in a conversationNow sir what's your name, profession and what bussiness are talking bout again?
Jamir draws a deep breath then sips the tea: Uhm Tea is wonderful girl! It nearly makes me not regret my oath 'bout drinking. Now 'bout the use of books certainly you can use them as stools, as weights, and if you into that you can read them. The last part is thrown towards Jaevin.
"Let us go swiftly. I have an acute dislike of cemiteries." Says Jamir moving towards the exit.
Jamir says nothing only nodding towards the casket and thinking:"Good luck old man. I pray for your but I think that would tip the balance against you."
Debt! That was nothing remembering peoble to use that thing inside their heads is all part of me duties! Jamir smiles.Now lets go eh?
"Can we simply bury the old fool? Of course not!"Jamir stops eyes the man and says:"Okay friend, the way I figure things is this: the old man lived on town, he dies where we bury him? Why on town of course! Now I gonna give ya the time I need to draw my sword for you guys to give me a good reason why in the nine hells are you stopping us, or I'll begin bashing your heads till they start working again eh?" He says with a humorless smile, while drawing his sword.
In Answer to Darjudin about that prayer:
"Well I figure Old Dead Eye got better things to do than hearing a overlong talk about something that can be said in a moment." "Though the old priest would have beaten me for it." Jamir waits till everyone rise the casket to say his prayer, then depending on how far the procision goes Jamir adds another prayer, this time to Pharasma:
New Prayer DC15: "Oh ye great Lady of Graves, plese keep dead flesh under the earth, and dead bones too, and if it is a wizard, keep the soul too."
Jamir looks at Karna and answers:"Extraordinary? Don't know about that. Why don't I tell you the tale about how I met the professor and became a paladin later. Then yoiu judge!" It is very clear the halfling wants to tell this tale. He then turns to Rhia whom he has not been introduced to and asks:"Well I believe I know everyone names except yours miss...?
Lol I'm the only guy who doesn't think the professor was all that XD.
"Well truthfully that might work better."We certainly don't want Jamir dropping the casket. That be funny. Except it's a funeral. Jamir answers as good-natured as he can be trying to give Kendra the impression his not offended at all. Since ya know he is not.
When the procision begins Jamir makes a prayer in a low voice:
Prayer, Unless Lexi says otherwise Perception DC:15: "Hey Old Dead Eye you're listening right? Well grant that woman Kendra some good fortune eh? Her father just died and you yourself says family is everything so I'm asking real nice here, for you to help her. Or at least send any danger she might encounter my way instead.""I'm so gonna regret this!"Damn but this sad bussines brings memories of the old priest."
"A halfling pallbearer. Gods the girl is as loony as her father. Oh well I can probably manage. Thank the gods for training. Yeah right!"
Jamir has walked trough Ravengro, feeling uneasy he disliked the towering edifices, for his size, normal sized constructions were already He much prefered the houses of a small hamlet.
"Sorry to interrupt but is one of you ladies the daughter of professor Lorrimor?" Jamir asks while inspecting the others. "An angel-touched, an elf fop, and woman of curious eyes. The professor kept interesting company, why I'm not surprised? Oh right only meeting was at the company of a werewolf. "By the way my name is Jamir, Truthfully me and the professor were nothing more than aquaintances but I'm sad to see him part" Jamir is trying to be as polite and formal as he can so he doesnt bring greater grief for the mourners but it really doesn't sit well with him. He has done it sometimes before though.
I think it depends on your age. My saving the professor was like 20 years before =O
@lexi can I use this new roll for Swift HP rather than the 13 rolled in the bestiary?
Here! Concept, Ghost Whisperer meets Pathfinder Cool I went with a Dresden Files vibes for my character. - Irreverence in face of fear and the supernatural XD. I think being a Utalav native fighting evil aka the things that go bump at night, I probably have heard of the Van der Geists. But unless any of the other characters keep visiting small towns in the country side. Then I probably know no one.
Ok, have to check the backgrounds to see how everyone knows the professor =O.
The rest is in the profile, sorry the background became like that,I was kinda having a blast writing it, by far Jamir has become my favorite character(Of the ones I made). Personality:
Jamir is not the shiniest paladin you will see out there, he curses in nine out of ten sentences, he doesn't tell people what to do, he does only two things he kicks evil butts, protect people, and when someone's about to do something very foolish he knocks that someones head until it begins working again. Appearance:
Jamir is a typical halfling, in the countryside he looks like a peasant, in the city like a servant, in armor like a comediant. But those that look closely will find beyond his small stature compassionate eyes, a body straight and mobile like steel. This black haired halfling is not to be trifled with. Background: Wanna know how I became a paladin? How I met professor Lorrimor? Well sit down friend I love telling this history, and for somo reason no one I know accepts hearing it anymore... Well I reckon it began when I was yet a young halfling, you know this country Ustalav is a strange land one needs to keep his eyes open, and his arms strong, well I was a hunter for this village a good place, we still work very hard but the priest keep things in line... Wait what was I saiyng again? OH RIGHT, young hunter, you know being this size really helps with that, so one day I come back to the village during dark, creepy night no moon, blowing wind but no sounds of animals ya know? Still I was really tired, it had been a bad day for hunting, so I was walking nearly with bloody eyes closed when something dog-like jumps at me and nearly bites my leg off, more by luck than anything I manage to get my club and hit it, the thing howled in pain and runned off while I did you know what? Fell bloody uncouncious. Wanna a cup of tea? Don't make that face, know what you're thinking camping on the road stories by the fire we drink mead right? Well I made a bloody vow never to drink again and bloody fool that I am I always keep my vows. Now continuing, when I woke I was in the churc, it's a churc of Erastil by the way, with the priest looming over me with sleepless eyes, he smiled when I opened my eyes It was the worse sight of my life and I tell ya I've seen some bad things after becoming a paladin. But moving on the priest told me the baker wife had found me in the morning nearly dead from a bleeding wound he told me I had been might lucky... Yeah bleeding to near-death is luck sometimes eh? Then the baker and his son carried me to the church where the priest once saw me was pretty sure I was a lost cause but even so he tried to heal me, the priest is a good guy behind that ugly face, so he tells me that as he began healing the birthmark I got on my chest began to shine... Eh the birthmark form? I show it to you, look there in the bottom left of my chest kinda look like a bow and arrow. Or that is what the priest thought he said I was destined to serve Erastil as his paladin, and a lot of other things, so I ask him really gentle, if he isn't delirious because of lack of sleep, well he becomes very mad, and you know his face is really suited to furious snarls, so he throws me out the window... Calling me a stubborn idiot. Well if I am stubborn then the priest is a rock, you know the Priest is the guy who makes the mead backhome though it's his brother-in-law the tavernkeeper who sells, so the priest comes to me in a night of festival and challenges me for a game of cards, at the church watered by his secret barrel of mead... Well being a total fool I accepted although to be fair I had a knack with cards, well what happened next was this: I kept getting drunker and drunker until I felt I could do anything so when the priest proposes a bet I accept if I won I would get three barrels of mead for free. And if I lost, well bet you already figured out what right? Yep I was to become a bloody holy-art-thou paladin. And yep I lost the damn priest cheated! I mean ever heard of a priest who cheats? Well to be fair I was also cheating so I guess I had it coming so the same moment our game ends the priest tells me to make the oaths of a paladin right at that moment, so yeah I'm probably the only paladin ever to have made oaths while drunk. Of course the damn priest knew I was going to keep my oaths I mean he brought me up... Damn but i miss the old bastard... C'mon let's change subject before I begin to cry eh? So the professor? Well after making me paladin, the priest told me that while I had the talent I need training so he was like sending me to another monastery where an old paladin lived, well since I was now a paladin I reached the conclusion that It was my sacred duty to chase and kill the thing that attacked me, only for purely altruistic reasons atlhought I did smile when I bashed that foul beast head, but I'm getting ahead of myself. So there I am seeking the beast in the dark when I hear shuffling and screams so I ran towaard them there is this Middle-aged man wearing a scholars outifit being attacked by the beast and this time I saw it clealry, a beast both man both wolf, so before I think I jump towards it club in hand old shield made of an barrel top in the other shouting: Foul beast today I shall slay you!! Well I probably woud've been killed if the professor dead companion had not weakened the werewolf before, but still I saved the guy and killed the beast so he told me one day he would pay me back, not sure if he left something for me but well I had honor his death wish so I going to his funeral... Well that was quite story eh? But it's best we went to sleep now or waking up will be like worse than the nine wrath.
Rolling for a paladin.
Lol not so sure I want to do the build I was thinking anymore XD |