Go ahead and count me out of this one guys. Not sure if DM will ever return, but I'm out at this point.
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Double bump. I hope this isn't going to be one of those times where a game dies as soon as it starts. :(
Abject primal terror like Kagan has never known before pierces his heart. The powerful orc whimpers, ducks and runs along with all the other scared animals.
Luckily his brawling skills allow him to duck and weave expertly through the crowd, avoiding any major collisions.
Kagan nods. "I was going to say the same. It's them we're fighitng for aint it?"
"I don't like those odds..." Kagan says, rushing to the door. "Let's get over the barrier!" He runs out into the alley. The sight of the posse of soldiers there solidifies his choice. He runs down the alley, and tries to climb over the barrier. C'mon Stronghand. You'll never face your destiny if you die in some s#%$ty alley!
Kagan slips behind Arklon, and the bar skirting its length. He plants one hand on the planks and attempts to vault over the bar. "C'Mon Arklon, let him burn."
Kagan manages to dodge the burning oil falling through the ceiling. "F!@# me sideways! That's siege weapon fire if I'm not off my guess," he curses. "You picked the wrong f&!+er to f*~$ with, bub!" he says to the orc in front of him, maintaining his fighter's stance. Kagan lashes out at the "murderer's" knee with a swift, powerful kick. Clearly this isn't the black-clad thug's first rodeo either, and he easily dodges the kick. Did the Ragesians get here early? Who the hell could be bombing the city? He looks nervously to the fire spreading all around him, and the rest of the Poison Apple. This aint good. Aint good at all.
Miss :(
Yeah, so far so good. Thanks :)
Kagan slips over and flattens his back against the stairwell, hoping to take anyone who might come down it by surprise. What in the hell was that noise? Sounded like an explosion maybe... The scarred want-to-be witch wads up his meaty fists, and gets ready to bash anything hostile looking that appears.
Or even better in your GM alias's gender line, so we can still find it easily after hitting preview.
Kagan raises one eyebrow at Mule's revelation, before looking to Torrent for confirmation. Uh oh...
Kagan nods at Kallant's words. Maybe he's not as worthless as he looks. "That sounds useful," Kagan says.
Kagan nods, shrugging in a disappointed fashion. "You don't happen to have any ideas do you? Only a fool would have called us all here with no plan whatsoever..." Kagan says to Torrent. She seems keen enough to shoot down anything we've suggested. Is she holding something back from us?
"You misunderstand me, Torrent. I have no enjoyment for killing. I asked so that I could convince these green bucks that fighting our way out isn't an option. Is there any way under the walls? Sewers, tunnels? We could try to contact the thieves' guild. They'll want gold, but I'd hazard to guess that they come and go as they please." Kagan replies. He then looks to Martyn. "Aye, they were my enemies. It's no easy thing to take a life, and once you do there's no going back. Don't be in a hurry to get your hands bloody lad." Kagan looks down at his own hands. "Unless you don't like sleeping," he mutters under his breath.
"Kagan," says the fur-clad orc, breaking his silence. As the others socialized and poured drinks he remained standing, just inside the door with his back to the wall, watching them. He remained there the whole time Torrent was giving her briefing. Now he strides up to the table and into the light. "Kagan Stronghand, they call me. Trust me Sheyan, you don't want to fight the Inquisitors. Those evil bastards would gut us all like river trout without breaking a sweat." Looking around at the crew, his eyes seem to grant the most respect to Arklon. "How many of you have actually killed someone before?" he asks, one eyebrow raised. At least a few of the fetishes hanging from Kagan's skin appear to be dried up elven, human or orcish ears, making it pretty clear what his own answer to that question would be.
"No coat, boy? Did you get robbed or are you just dumb?" Kagan asks the lad bluntly. C'Mon, what's taking so long? he thinks, before reaching out a gnarled hand to pound on the door five more times, this time with a little more force.
Kagan glances back and forth between the many figures as two men also manifest out of the swirling snow. Getting pretty crowded back here. Who are all these people? Seeing that none of them are holding weapons the big orc relaxes a bit. "I guess we're all here for the same reason? I hope they hurry up and open the damned door. Not only are my b@#$+$~s freezing, we're liable to draw attention hanging around like bunch of grapes," he says in his gravely voice.
I usually throw whatever I want to say in Orc through google translate into Azerbaijani. Gives things a little more flavor.
"Kapa Siz kimsiniz?" Kagan says to Sheyan, whirling to face him. The many fetishes of bones, beads and dried flesh that adorn the bear hide which serves as his cloak clatter as he does so. Orc: Who the f~&+ are you?
Kagan makes his way to the Poison Apple without any particular hurry in his step. Better to be late than noticed, he thinks to himself as he draws the collar of his longcoat up further. The fur lined leather is scant protection against the biting wind which is howling down the narrow alleys of Gate Pass. Kagan shivers involuntarily, sending a small shower of white powder falling from his matted tangle of hair and beard. He stops to read the notice on the front door of the pub, and growls despite himself. Leska. Gods I hate that b%$!@. Kagan smoothly spits a large gobbet of greenish phlegm onto the notice. He then glances around to make sure no one is watching, and ducks smoothly into the alley next to the Poison Apple. Kagan shuffles carefully through rubbish tainted snow of the narrow passage, and stops at the rear corner of the pub, crouching down and peeking around first. He squints, wishing as he often did that the ancestors had given him better eyesight. Can't see much further than the tip of my own pecker in this s+&+. Steeling himself, he rises to his feet and slides around the corner. Guess if anyone tries to stop me, I'll have to kill them. He crunches toward the back door of the pub, his large feet leaving a conspicuous trail in the snow. Shrugging at the futility of his attempts at stealth, he knocks on the door with five quick raps. Then he bunches up his fists, and stretches his knees, ready to fight for his life if this turns out to be trouble.
Read your backgrounds. Two young/innocent men. Kagan is going to be rough on you two. But, don't take anything he says personally, it's his 6 charisma talking. This will manifest as a superstitious refusal to bathe (EVER), extreme honesty, bluntness and a bull-headed nature. Apologies in advance. I hope you will love to hate him, rather than it being annoying. Please let me know if my RP of Kagan bothers anyone, and I can change it. It will take me a while to find his voice anyway.
Hmmmm....I need to steal some heavier armor so I can survive until level 2 when I can start casting mage armor on myself.
Hey, Jubal. Glad to see you also made the cut :) I'll be reading over you guys' backgrounds as I get the chance.
Checking in. Thanks for the pick. |