"I can be giving it a try."
Survival check to harvest poison from frogs
Jaroslav makes a mess of the first frog, but that experiment behind him, finds the poison glands of the other two.
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"Aaayarrgh!!" The beastie is having me for lunch!" Frost covers one of Jaro's panicked hands and he flails out at the frog who bit him.
managing to create a pleasant cool breeze across the frog's brow.
Yaro pauses to see if the pool's surface breaks again. If a frog appears he fires another elemental ray down its spiked maw.
Going wildly above the beast and doing nothing.
Sorry!
Jaro nods. "I am knowing beasties are there. Now beasties will burn." a lance of fire stabs out to the frog trying to know on Letha.
Jaroslav moves to where he can see the room as a whole.
Yaro is wearing the ring. He follows Tatsuo and casts detect magic and does a careful sweep of the debris.
"Is maybe age? Tomb is falling inward. But I yam feeling is much worse. Beasties dig into tunnels. We should being careful. All be ready for digging beasties." Yaro draws Flamesinger again, and makes himself ready.
Yaro watches Tatsuo return as he leans against the doorjam where the orb once rested, the light from the orb fusing with the light from stone orbiting his head. "Is good! We go forward now."
"Perhaps it is needed take up globe and make great light before door will be open?"
Letha picked them up, if she has discarded them, I will take a closer look.
"Scroll? Black stones? I am thinking I missed something. Where find you scroll and stones?
"Yes, is boxes for dead. Um . . . koff - ins? Places where dead should go, now broken."
"Is good, yes? Unquiet dead now quiet again! Peoples not liking noisy dead. Makes bad neighbors. Now we look in boxes, yes? Jaroslav pokes at the corpses with Flamesinger. Turns them over and tries to figure out how old they are.
Jaroslav steps back up the stairs and blesses Connor's wound with the power of the hare. It burns with angry fire before the numbness of deep cold erases the pain.
Yaro scans the room and sees the abominations crawl out of their tombs. He raises a hand and a ball of frost and snow coalesces in his hand, he concentrates and the snow bursts into flame as he hurls it at the ghoul on the upper level.
The ball of fire flies wide and does nothing but grab the beast's attention.
Jaroslav steps forward, just past the nape of the stairs. He pauses to let Connor rush by, then focuses on the rattling perversion on the lower level that Connor ignored. He hold Flamesinger up in one hand at the ready, in case one of the vile undead reaches the doorway, and with the other hand spread calls on the power of Fox. The flaming visage of a fox's maw and ears rushes from the hand striking out at the collection of bones.
Fire splashes the wall next to an empty-eyed skull. Any natural thing would have flinched, but the undead monstrosity just turned its empty sockets toward the northerner.
Which acronym is Yaro?
Yaro listens carefully and pears into the light provided by Mickey's torch. "Look out my friends! I hear bones of unquiet dead. I fear contents of coffins seek to drag us back with them!" He draws Flamesinger and holds it at the ready.
I see it.
Yaroslavl hangs back from the door to allow the sneaky people the chance to do their thing. (He has no ranks in stealth, and the light from hid Ioun torch might give them away.
Jaroslav moves quickly to catch up with Tatsuo. "Thank you for early kindness. Was more than I was expecting, yes?" The young man continues to chuckle at himself. "Is unwise perhaps, but as said in my country, 'Is always the foolish rat who finds the cheese, the wise stay home and starve.' Now gift of Fox is mine. Is good." He grows serious for a moment. "Gifts of Hare and Fox are just that, gifts. But you show skills, read books. Would you look at ring that led to sword and tell if Yaro has greater worries for future?" He claps a hand to Tatsuo's shoulder. "You have thanks already, but as said in north, 'Do good or bad, village always expect more of same." He laughs again.
Jaroslav accepts the weapon back with a smile. "Thank you my large friend. I yam being very forgetful." He packs the weapon securely in his pack. DM: I know it is only a +1 weapon at present, but do you mind if in descriptions I mention licks of flame across the blade. No mechanical benifit at all.
Jaroslav looks up and watches his companions begin to file down the stairs. He chuckles at himself, Now why would these fine folks want to watch you stare at sword anyway. his laugh grows louder as he steps down the stairs himself, illuminating the way with the Ioun torch circling his head. A discarded morningstar is the only thing left in the room as he leaves.
GM. For the trait you mentioned for removing the finger. Can I take Heirloom Weapon for this sword? It would give proficiency for this weapon only, no other longsword. The trait specifies non-magical, non-masterwork weapon, but assumes the weapon comes with it for no cost. Considering the adventure, the trait has the perfect fluff.
Jaroslav, perhaps a but unsteadily, walks over the alter and takes the sword up in his 'improved' hand. He looks to the rest of the group, "Is gift of Fox!" Yaro swings it experimentally. As flames dance across the runes and blade, he gets an almost worshipful expression on his face. "Is beautiful . . ."
Yaro looks up sheepishly from the foor. He takes Yatsuo's hand and rises to his feet. "Good thanks my friend." He laughs at the others condemning statements. "Remember to others each of you is the barbarians" He then speaks a few soothing words over the wound. Fire dances across his hand leaving frost in its wake. The faint transparent image of a snowy white hare seems to cradle his hand for a moment in embrace and the skin is revealed unbroken. He wraps the finger in a bit of cloth and packs it tightly in tobacco leaves from his pack. Jaroslav turns to the handprint, "Now, let us see where Fox and Hare have led us." And presses his hand into the indentation.
"You see, is nothing . . ." Jaroslav looks up from his bleeding hand. Both the dagger and severed digit fall to the stone floor. "I . . . yam . . . not feeling so good . . ." his face goes ashen, and while the smile does not leave his lips, it has a sickly quality now. "I yam . . . asking please for . . . ummm" Before he can articulate what he is asking for completely, his face loses the last of its color, and the young man collapses in a heap.
GM, I know Jaroslav is a mouthful (not to mention his full name). So he does have a nickname - feel free to use 'Yaro' anytime you wish. This goes for any character who would know him well and is comfortable with informal address.
Ooo . . . not good.
Yes, thanks. And here is a basic description of Yaro: Description: Before you is an undistinguished young man, brown eyes, brown hair. He is dressed in a sturdy set of clothes suitable for a long journey. A well-worn pack is slung over his back and a well-kept but little used morningstar hangs from a loop at his hip. A wide belt with sewn in chain wraps around him rising to just under his arms, and what can only be called a skirt made of overlapping strips of metal falls to his knees. A ball of flame about the size of a torch head slowly circles his head like a comet. A bone pipe hangs from his lips spewing thick smoke, and as you watch, he slips a sip of something from a flask retrieved from a pouch at his side. His smile is infectious and his eyes twinkle with amusement and joy; his gaze never seems to linger on any one thing for longer than a moment. As you turn away, just in the corner of your eye, you see the fleeting image of a red tailed fox chasing a snowy hare around his feet. But when you look directly, the image disappears.
Jaroslav looks back and forth to each of his new companions. Hardship is way of North. "Is saying in my country, 'Plan and think, but remember always, people who no move, freeze to death where they stand.'" He walks to Mickey and holds out his hand. "I yam making sacrifice, of own free will." If Mickey hands him the ring, Yaro puts it on, takes out his dagger, and with a spurt of red, takes his finger off at the first knuckle. He grimaces, then immediately speaks a few soothing words over the wound. Fire dances across his hand leaving frost in its wake. The faint transparent image of a snowy white hare seems to cradle his hand for a moment in embrace and the skin is revealed unbroken. Jaroslav wraps the finger in a bit of cloth and packs it tightly in tobacco leaves from his pack. He turns to the handprint, "Now, let us see where Fox and Hare have led us." And presses his hand into the indentation.
Jaroslav suddenly recalls a story he heard while in the local tavern. "Did not creator of tomb use mighty longsword in his three-fingered hand? Much sense it is making for the one to be chopped to also want a mighty longsword. Is logic, yes?" He turns to Letha, "And finger would not rot, would preserve . . . What fool would let so valuable and powerful a token slip away to become just more soil." He smiles broadly. "Is okay, not everyone understand."
Jaroslav puts a hand on Conner's shoulder. "I yam knowing you but little time, but from brief time I see you wield weapon with great skill. Your job is to make others feel very bad. Whack! Whack! Is needing all your parts for whacking. My job, make peoples feel good. I don't need all parts for that. Letting me take ring? I have been waiting near decade for show what key means. Is small sacrifice. Is the way of North." He breaks into a wide grin, "Besides, will make complete my ring. Finally will join with Fox and Hare." he holds up the ring with his silver key. The fox tail tip and rabbit's foot jingle with the metal.
Character sheet is completed and in profile.
I have no problem with that.
Alright! Sorcerer (Fire Elemental bloodline)/ Oracle (Winter Mystery) it is. The play is Sherlock Holmes and the Case of the Jersey Lilly. I play Professor James Moriarty! It is going to be awesome! But back to Jaroslav. Here is some backstory (also in the profile). I will work on statistics next. Jaroslav Robertovich Nadmieny, Yaro for short, was born deep in Irrisen as the 4th son of a woodcutter. His mother died in childbirth, but such things are common. The crone often takes with one hand even as she gifts with the other. He was bright and likable, but the cottage where he was born and lived the first 15 years of his life was isolated. He was destined to live his life as his father, cutting wood for the village to the far south. To supplement the meager earning from the wood, he trapped and hunted for furs. Many snowshoe rabbits and arctic fox fell to his snares and traps. Until one day, early in the morning, Yaro went out to collect from his last week's traps. He walked from snare to snare, but all were empty. He walked deep into the woods, following and resetting the traps one by one. Soon he realized, the snares he was working on were ones he did not set. On realizing this he turned and discovered he had wandered into a part of the deep woods he had never before seen. He turned in fear, because to be lost in the woods in Irrisen is to commit suicide in a most painful way. Back the way he came he saw an odd sight. A fox sat and watched. But this fox's coat was red with summer colors, a shade unseen in this frozen land for many years. Beside the fox stood a hare, its coat whiter and more pure than any he collected before. The fox's face and whiskers were covered with snow and ice; its breath blasting forth in clouds of white frost. The hare held a burning branch in its mouth, without fear and without pain. Yaro stood in shock. The fox spit a loop of wire into the snow. It was from one of Yaro's traps. The hare began to jump back and forth with the branch. Behind it the snow lay pristine and untouched by tracks. It stopped at the base of an old dead tree and lay the burning branch lightly against its trunk, which immediately burst into flames. Both beasts disappeared into the dark wood. The tree lit quickly in the dry air, then the next, and then the next. Yaro began to flee. the fire followed him as he ran all the day and into the night, the flames of a great conflagration just feet behind him. Eventually, his body wore out and he collapsed into the snow and the fire surrounded him on all sides. Yaro closed his eyes in fatigue and acceptance, and let the fire consume him from above and the cold of the snow and ice sap his life from below. The next morning, Yaro awoke feet from his home. His hair and back were scorched and blackened. His face and front near frozen from frostbite. In one hand was a simple silver key on a ring tufted with the tip of a red fox tail and holding the preserved foot of a snow-white rabbit. From that day he set no more snares, lay no more traps, and discovered the fox and hare had left him with gifts beyond what a simple woodcutter would ever need. Yaro has travelled, now more than 7 years, the key always around his neck, trying to live the example of the fox and the hare, looking for ways opposing forces could work together instead of at odds.
Yep, you're right again . . . Darn. Okay, let me see how Ice Oracle / Fire elemental bloodline sorcerer looks.
Hmnnn. OK how about this. An ice oracle and a flame shaman? The opposite elements are central to the concept. I've always wanted to try this and gestalt is too great an opportunity to pass up.
"I yam being Jaroslav Robertovich Nadmieny. Is my job to make people feel better. I yam very very good at my job. You job is make other people feel bad. Is no problem! We both do job, all same at end - like seasons. Spring build, winter break!" "I yam wishing to join quest. Please to give time to tell story! Is good story; all about how fox and hare battle together. Opposites and enemies - but together able to defeat greater enemy still." [ooc]I am interested. How long to create? I will be filling the profile of this alias as time permits. Jaroslav is a winter witch/mystery of flame oracle. I am opening a play this weekend. So it might take me a bit to post between dress rehearsal and opening night, etc. |