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Ah I would like to but I'm already involved in too many campaigns. Right now there's this one and another ending but that's still not enough time to take over I'm afraid. Oh but I really like Planescape.... let me think about it (if it's ok with Spugley)
ah you got to be kidding me! I don't want this Planescape campaign to stop. Also I want to see those Sensates suffer ;)
Willingly letting yourself be robbed of your greatest property, freedom. Those Sensates are out of their mind, that's for sure but Jarun can't just let them be victims of their own belief. "Hold on. I know why you think going in there is a good idea. I know of your believe that even pain is a state you should experience but there's other ways. If you go in here it won't be you who has his longings satisfied. You walk in here you'll just please the creatures whose sole existence is based on eternal pain and suffering, on captivity and torture, on anger and betrayal. It's one sided. You will please them, that's for sure. Yet they shouldn't be pleased They should be fought. Fight them and you'll feel pain and suffering too and become a better person while enabling others to be that too." With an angry look on his face Jarun will move with the youths towards the entrance of the Tenth Pit.
In front of the pit, Jarun doesn't look uneasy at all but his face is serious. He looks at the group of youths and anyone else around. One never could be sure who was who here.
"Sensates... sods. They don't know what they're getting into" Jarun mumbles to his own group. "Then again.. neither do we."
"Oh I don't like this one bit... The Tenth Pit is trouble I tell you. Let's go but please be careful. We should stick together. Don't let yourself be tricked into any games or fights." Jarun too heads out to the Tenth Pit.
Interepreting the state of Tippy-Toe as him not being in the mood for a lot of questions, Jarun will keep his mouth shut and instead focus on the little information they've been given. The Tenth Pith... Jarun tries to remember having heard of the place.
"I've heard of the place... It's not a place I'd ever visit. Dangerous indeed. Privet... what would that mean?"
Jarun has no idea what to do with the information they find and hangs back. His Sigil experiences come back to him and he starts to casually pay attention to their surroundings. In Sigil you never knew who or what was watching. They could be anywhere and anyone.
Jarun looks around at the casters in the group when he notices Brehna also seemed to have addressed himself. "Oh wait uh no no sorry. I love languages, I feel like I've heard so many that I might come to understand them but I have no access to such a spell right now."
When Jarun finds a few minutes of rest, he sits down and contemplates on what has happened today. The thing that stung most was his inability to fulfil the request of the ill mage to burn his body when it turned to wood. Jarun's magic could do many things but he hadn't really imagined having to burn something today. I can't let that happen again he thought as he mentally prepared a similar situation in which he WOULD be able to quickly start a fire. OOC: Jarun will fill his empty level 1 spellslot with Sun Metal
I have no fast fire. Flint and steel will probably take too long wont it?
"Catch it! Burn it!!!" Jarun says to his companions while fumbling through his pockets trying to find anything that might help in the igniting department.
"Wait what..." Jarun says in vain as he sees the man collapse and transform into what seems like another plant!
Jarun answers the mage with slightly clenced teeth: "They ask because they ran into some plants on another plane." The tought of any kind trying to submit another kind to become of their own went against Jarun's core being. It was a difficult dilemma though, plants and animals... he didn't think about it any further.
Ok, take care!
woohoo awesome rolls!
The story of the mage had Jarun daydream. To travel on such a ship... the freedom it encompasses represents everything that's important in his life. Jarun looks around in wonder, peers at the picture and listens to what the mage is telling. When he falls silent Jarun asks him: "What went wrong?" OOC:
Quickly grabbing another pie and stuffing it in his bag, Jarun waves to the baker and follows the group as they head out. With his mouth still full, at one point your mouth will be too full to allow for easy swallowing, he just tries not to look too dumb and follows Bastille and the old mage.
Stuffing his face with an entire pie, Jarun isn't paying much attention.
"Myyohhmyyy, deeeshNOMNOMpiesNOMNOMarrgweat! Nom nom"
Hearing about a gnome having sold them the hypercooker, Jarun tries to think of who might be that gnome. There's more than one gnome capable of making one of these things.... OOC:
Surprised by what they find inside the bakery, Jarun frowns for a while with his hands close to his torso. In Sigil, one should be careful he thought as he tried to make out what the problem is. "Are you having pie-problems? We'll happily relieve you of some of them."
Can't argue with that. Especially if we're going club uh planehopping.
"Both weird and somehow very much as one would expect in this place.". Jarun's stomach isn't particularly aching for food but he still follows Brehna into the now-bakery.
I'm adding some more scrolls, mostly duplicates: Remove Fear
Remove Curse
500 GP more wishes?
a communal endure elements then
I'd like to rebuy a +1 light crossbow (2,035gp)
-Wand of Lesser Restoration (4,500gp)
Keeping 2,215 gp for later usage edit: miscalculated, -500 = 1,715gp
You should hire a cleric... oh wait... You should hire a cleric that doesn't panic himself. *cries alone in a corner*
Jarun nods at Tippy-Toe in acknowledgement of his participation in the group's next travel. "I shall be amongst them Mister Tippy-Toe." Then he grins at Runt's question. The difficulties of being a newcomer to Sigil. Those were the days he thinks as he remembers his own arrival in Sigil some years ago. He'd felt lost and at home at the same time and the language was both familiar and impossible to understand at the same time. "You berks are too kind. Normally I would politely decline your offer but I have lost a very valuable crossbow to those sodding trees and would be more than happy to buy a new one. Metalbeard, I will definately remember."
Jarun's eyes narrow as he listens to Tippy-Toe and the mysterious woman speak. He doesn't like them one bit, especially the apparent lack of empathy towards the dead planewalkers That's Sigil to you. Since most of what's being said isn't of his concern he stays out of it. The next trip... should I go? Jarun wonders. The group seems interesting enough and the king's request was simple so Jarun stays with them and hopes their next mission, his first, won't involve any horrifying trees.
Jarun enjoys their walk through the streets of Sigil. It's been a while but he feels at home somehow. The language, the smell, the different kind of berks... While there's plenty of places and people to visit Jarun stays with the group. Not just because the king had asked him to but because he was curious who gave them their last mission. A dragon... of course..Being new to the group, Jarun decides it's for the best if he stays back. The casualness of disposing of the bodies of what must have been other planewalkers reminded him of the darker side of Sigil. Once you leave a place like this you tend to forget about the nasty stuff..
Feeling glad not having to fight the quickwood, Jarun happily steps through the gate while still a fragment of shame is stabbing his brain. "A Sigil..." he says before noting that he's not exactly in a safe spot. OOC:
Instinctively Jarun bolts once his brain realizes that someone tries to mount him. "Get off! GET OFF!" Then he realizes it's one of his new companions that's treating him like a horse.The sylph! Jarun calms down when he reminds himself she probably doesn't mean any harm. Turning around he gallops back to the portal house. "Sorry, yes you're right. Back to the house, right away."
His mind as much out of control as a Slaadi madman's in Limbo, Jarun notices someone's trying to stop him from running away from those horrifying trees. And then suddenly it didn't make sense to run anymore. "Uh huh... what?" Jarun halts, his hooves causing grass and dirt to fly around. "I'm terribly sorry, I have no idea what just happened." His head shows a huge amount of shame as do his lowered, massive, shoulders. OOC:
Round 2, Initiative 19 An unreasable feeling of panick takes hold of Jarun's mind. He drops the loaded crossbow and takes off, fleeing the scene. Unable to utter a word, Jarun's thoughts race even faster than his four hooves. Get away, get away. The woods, they will get you! THEY WILL GET YOU! OOC: Jarun will move at full speed, just past the manor house and off the map (assuming he doesn't get another saving throw per Fear ability). I've put a C on the map on his last position, assuming that's where his +1 crossbow will be (!!!). Ah well, at least it isn't his +2 Heavy Flail hehe. Stupid saves :p
Ok thanks! (well, that depends on where you moved me of course hehe)
Like Runt, I'll let my "Feared" movement up to you TLoP.
While it looks like he's save, for now, Jarun can't help but worry about the others. At least the cursing Sylph seems to have escaped the dangerous grasp of the Quickwood. Jarun picks up speed towards the Manor but not as fast as he can. Carefully he looks around trying to make sure no one gets left behind as he zigzags towards the once impressive building. OOC:
"Quickwood you say? Never heard of them but they look fast indeed... for trees." OOC:
Jarun rather enjoyed the travelling spell and watched with jealousy how the mages worked their spell. The joy quickly fades when he, like the rest, notices there's some afoot. Jarun looks around to see if he can spot the sources of the calls. At the same time he takes the crossbow from his back and starts loading it while his hooves shuffle uneasily as he slowly pivots his body trying to scan the area around them. "Run eh? If we don't run, we might have to find out what we're going to deal with though." Jarun's full plate armor squeeks softly with every movement the bariaur makes. Actions: Retrieve crossbow and load it with a bolt.
With a grin Jarun pats the handle of the heavy flail as he says: "I will happily step between you and any Dark Druid but I must say I'll be glad to have Liberty between me and any of those too." picture of Liberty:
For a moment Jarun waits for the others to start moving, he joins in and greets those who stay behind to move to the seagate. "Well, I'm ready and will follow you wherever you go next but I'm looking forward to go back to Sigil for a while."
I used the 7th level gold + 10k so let's hope that's the answer!
With raised eyebrows Jarun listens to the exotic berks standing near him. "My skills? Well I'm very dedicated, if that's what you mean. Dedicated to what you want to know? Well, you'll find out but let's say I fight tyranny any way possible." Jarun pats the heavy flail that's strapped to his left flank. "And to a lesser degree, yet more friendly, I'm caring berk. While I'll bash any villainous berk's head in, I will go a long way to protect and tend to the needs of those that have been mistreated by said berks." With a quick move of the head but without moving his hooves, Jarun glances at the king. With a soft voice he continues: "Yes, the king is my current employer. I do things for him and at the same time get to check out how he treats his people and his enemies. He probably knows my ulterior motive but it would be rude to mention it in front of his court."
The bariaur the king mentioned looks like the unfriendly kind at first. His muscled human torso seemlessly matches the muscles of his more goatlike lower-body. With small nods he acknowledges the words of the king, somehow not looking very pleased when the king mentions that he works for him. Yet the bariaur still nods. He awaits the introductions and is about to step forward himself when the entire court is shocked at the sudden appearance of a rather large heap of dung. Carefully the bariaur eyes the king as if awaiting his reaction. When the king doesn't order the bard arrested, the bariaur smiles a little before stepping forward. "Greetings heroes, I am Jarun of the Ivory Plateau Herd. I'm honoured to be able to travel with you." OOC: sorry for posting late, I still haven't finished my character after a few very busy days. I expect to completely finish my character by monday. |
