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I'm afraid this should not come as much of a surprise but I am going to have to quit this game. I am down sizing on how many pbp's I am apart of. I apologize that I have not been more involved, and I hope you can all understand. Please mark me as inactive.
Run?! Kharn mutters in the general direction of Zane, Why? The man asks before dashing up the stairs behind him without waiting for a response.
Morning Guys, I had some things come up. Long story short.. I am back home and have access to the forums. Not sure how long it will last for, but while I am here no need to get e-mail updates. I'll let you guys know if things change.
Well my friends... I am going away on business. I won't be able to access the pazio forums for a while. This will be about as it was last time. Please move me to the background and DMPC me. I will check in when I can. -Kharn
As the shutters burst open and the otherworldly beast leapt though, Kharn drove his fauchard around in a bisecting blow. Reversing his grip, he spun the blade around him and took a five foot step back to bring the creature back in range of his polearm before slicing down again with a meaty thump. ___________________________
Knowing that they only have a few seconds before the beasts attack and judging the size of the tower to be too small to enlarge himself, Kharn steps up next to Bron. Fight with honor, and feel the blessings of the drunken lord upon you. Laying a hand on the mans shoulder, massive strength like that of a raging bear fills the man and causes his muscles to ripple and flare. A heady buzz fills the mans brain and he can faintly hear the clinking of tankards and smell a whiff of ale. _____________________________
Sounds good!
Nodding stoically, Kharn places a hand on Nakoda's shoulder. I understand, I feel that I have some power remaining. Enough to help these people and ensure that I can bring you back from the edge of death should it be required. Nodding to himself, Kharn sighs. What is important is that we act with honor in all things. Moving through the wounded mages, Kharn kneels at the worse of them and begins to call upon the blessings of his lord. He feels the power within him. It swells his chest. His was the lord of courage, battle and friendship, of stupid acts that resulted in greatness. His lord would be pleased. As the energy flows through Kharn, he watches as the mages eyes flutter and awaken, resorted in part to strength. Sighing as if he just lifted a heavy burden, the fire scared shoanti, lifts himself to his knees using the butt of his polearm seconds before the woman whom he had just been introduced to as Samarinth begins yelling that the beasts were preparing to attack again. Sighing one final time, Kharn takes a sip of magically summoned ail from his tankard and nods. Time to send these things back to whatever hell they came from. The man mutters with a resolute gleam in his eye. _______________________________
Following behind Nakoda, Kharn moves towards the wounded and begins to check the contingent of ciphermages. The wounds looked by and large what Kharn had come to expect from the odd creatures with long strips of skin having been torn away. Sighing to himself, Kharn kneels. I'm a blacksmith, not a doctor. I really have no idea, who is worst off among them. Nakoda, I don't suppose you have any medical knowledge so I can apply my blessings to the worst of them?
Shrugging silently at Zane's unspoken question, Kharn closes his eyes momentarily in contemplation. After a few seconds the massive blacksmith opens his eyes and nods to the woman. Lifting an empty tankard to his lips Kharn takes a sip of frothy brew that suddenly appeared. "Yes, I think I can manage some healing, I may not have enough to see to everyone, but I can help the worst of you. " -Posted with Wayfinder
Shuttering at the sight of the unnatural creatures, Kharn pauses to steel himself. After a moment, the large blacksmith raises an eyebrow at Zane's embrace of the woman. Shaking his head, Kharn moves towards the door keeping his weapon handy in case the creatures tried to break through. Too skinny..[/b] Kharn thinks to himself eyeing the woman. [i]Couldn't swing a sword to save her life. Give me someone fierce any day.
Terribly sorry, this game was not updating for me. I'm back in town and I will make a post in the morning.
Nodding stoically at the fierce woman’s words, Kharn crossed his arms. You should all be ashamed of yourselves. Pointing to the ale that the dwarves drank to calm their fears, Kharn nodded. You drink the blessings of my lord but are not willing to accept his mantle. Are you mice or men? Where is your courage Heading for the doorway, Kharn turned. Stay here if you like and die, or leave with us and live. It is your decision. Eyes wandering over the beautiful form of Nakoda, Kharn grunted. You know where I stand and it is with you. The massive man stated while hafting his polearm. Reaching the woman, Kharn leaned in slightly. A good speech, I worry however about these creatures. They are odd and unlike whatever I have heard of before. I will go to battle with a song on my lips, but it is wise to know about our foe. _____________________________
Great post Nakoda! I'll put in a reply tomorrow!
So, DM, would you rule that I could use create water to make salt water?
Turning to the others, Kharn sighed. The fight had gone out of the dwarves. Whatever these creatures were that had attacked the dwarves had killed their spirit if not their bodies. They were ready to give up and flee. He had expected the dwarves to have more steel in their spines. Instead they had resigned themselves to their deaths. It was sad in its own way. Downing his tankard of ale, Kharn whispered a prayer and when he opened his eyes the drink was full again. Ale, battle and a beautiful woman. There wasn't much more then Kharn could have wanted... well expect for some good metal to craft. Hopefully the fourth woulden't be far behind. Look, if you have been attacked here already, then the creatures whatever they are know you are here. Eventually they will attack again. I think our best bet would be to see about linking up with some of the other groups. Assuming you want to leave with us. There is plenty of day left so we should use the time we have.
You know Bron.. Kharn intones a small smiling peaking through the blacksmiths face. I can make all of the ale you want. There's no need to get hostile. You have shown yourself to be brave and the blessings of my Lord are rewarded to the courageous. Turning back to the dwarves, Kharn gives a small bow. Forgive my friend, we recently arrived at the island ourselves, but lost our ship to a pirate attack. If you don’t mind me saying so, perhaps we could join forces and see about finding you a way off the island? Scratching his head in thought, Kharn looks around and then sighs. The fire he had survived as a child had ruined much of his sight. When we left Riddleport we had heard of your expedition, why are you turning back so soon? Glancing back at the others, Kharn sweeps his hand out. Oh and forgive me, I diden't introduce us early. I'm Kharn, that is Bron. This fierce woman is Nakoda, the slim man is Zane... and the dark skinned fellow... well I'm not sure yet.
Me'mori, Shame neither one of us got in. My final list for the group was:
Rising with the sun, Kharn stirred from the cloak that he had used as a ground cover. He watched as Nakoda rose and tried to cover herself as she changed her clothes. Even despite his gods cursed blindness, Kharn could tell she was a beautiful woman. Strong, proud and skilled. Thinking back to the elders involvement in his affairs he smiled. He supposed that was why they were called elders after all. Perhaps one day she would make a fine match. Obviously there were other more pressing conditions like survival, but it was pleasant to be around here. She had been a fury in combat towards the ship and they had complimented each other well. Pushing himself up, Kharn spoke to the woman as she hid herself behind the blind. If you like, I could call up my power for some water. It would be enough for you to clean yourself. Quirking a smile, he held up his tankard that now held a light frothy beer. God knows how Cayden took interest in a blacksmith, but he gives me the gifts so why not use them.
I appreciate the compliment. I hope that I get selected, but we will see. Me and Barcas have been trying to get into a game together for a while. I DM two games that he is in and he DM's two games I am in. It would be fun to be in one together as players. I think you have a really good shot at it. There are only a couple of people that apply as rogues / ninajs and yours was the strongest application. The writing sample was very good too. I'm wondering, do you want to play up Kharn / Nakota's romantic interest a little bit on the island? It seems as if you are making some gestures in that regard and I wanted to be sure we are on the same page.
@Me'mori: I'll get up a reply post either tonight or tomorrow morning. BTW, best of luck on VoV's Wrath of the Righteous. It was a very good application.
Before sleep came to Kharn he made it a point to go around to each of the members of the band. One by one he offered healing and blessings. Thanks to the blessings of his lord, Ale was also offered. In Kharns mind one could not have one without the other.
Scrambling up, the enchantment that Kharn had been blessed with begins to fade and he returns to his overly large six-foot height. Seeing the wounded stance of Bron, the Shoanti smith closes his eyes and lays a hand on the man’s shoulder. A faint sound of glasses clinking together and the smell of ale briefly surround’s the man before his wounds begin to knit together. Seeing the worse of the savage lacerations disappear into bruises and scrapes, Kharn nods. That should help a bit Bron. I'll see about tending to the rest tonight. Let’s get that boat down before we sink.
Nodding a thanks to the man, Kharn scampers to his feet and looks around the horizon hoping to see land. __________________________
Onto the other ship! Kharn yells, before slipping on the deck himself with a curse.
Flustered from his previous strike, Kharn lashes out again with his blade, but in his frustration he loses any poise he might have had.
Amidst the clang of steel and the swell of the deck, Kharn looks around though his cloudy vision, feeling an unnatural chill run along his spine. Somehow Kharn instinctively knows there is something wrong... Scanning the furious combat, Kharn shouts back to Nakoda. Be wary, there is something amiss. I can sense it.
Caught off guard by the blitzing attack by the Pirate Lieutenant, Kharn stumbles backwards, lashing out with his smiths hammer, with a defensive swipe.
Good Evening Guys, Just want to let everyone know that I am going to visit my wife’s in-laws in Houston for the next ten days. Because of this I expect that my posting will be restricted but I will do my best to check in every few days via phone and tablet. I appreciate all of your understanding and assistance while I am away from my home computer. -Kharn
Well I was going to post, but it looks like I would be acting out of initative order. I'm here and watchin the thread though.
Good evening all! I am back from my spring skiing trip and I will work up a post soonish.
Hey guys! I'm going out of town this weekend and won't be near a computer until Monday. Have a great Memorial Day Weekend and I'll post when I get back.
Ugh, not where I am at, but I'm happy for you!
Swinging his hammer again Kharn crushes the nearest pirate with a loud crack and splurt of blood. Flee now! Kharn bellows over the din of battle to the remaining pirates. Flee and live or stay and die!
Afternoon Guys, Well I just got back from a deployment and I am exhausted. I won't be posting much for a day or two while I take the chance to spend some time with my wife. Expect a post in 48 hours or so. -Kharn
Swinging his hammer in arc, Kharn smashes the pirate attempting to rise and then whirls it around bringing the flat of the hammer down with a sickening crunch on a second pirate attempting to stab at Nakoda. Eyes cloudy, Kharn still manages to smile as he looms over Nakoda. Hell of a way to get to know one another, eh Nakoda? Kharn rumbles, feeling the blessing of Cayden Cailean coursing through him.
Ah hell, if you were waiting on me guys I’m sorry. Someone I missed this pbp thread. Putting up an action now.
DM Camris, My AOO should have resolved before they had the chance to reach us. I attacked the first three that failed their acrobatics check so that was pirate #1, #5 and #7. That would mean the one pirate that hit me was killed as he rushed in and I did not take any damage, and Nakoda is flanked by two and there is one in front of her. Correct? Also is there any room for me to back up on the deck or have I run out of space?
As the pirates roll, dive and rush in towards Kharn the large shoanti raises his fauchard in a guard position. Towering over the deck at nine feet tall, he roars as the pirates approach. I showed mercy on the last batch, but if you intend to do harm then so be it! Swinging his polearm around in a sweeping circle, Kharn cuts down three of the pirates as the rush in. Cloudy eyes hard and glinting from the oceans reflective light, Kharn nods. I didn’t want a fight but I won’t back down now… you should have never come here.
Taking a five foot step back towards the Portside Fore Maindeck, Kharn puts his back to the wall. Taking a deep breath Kharn feels the strength of the steel in his hands and for a moment everything goes quiet. Calling upon his Lord, Cayden Cailean, Kharn feels the surge of bravery echoing through him. Swelling in size the now ten foot tall Kharn gives a booming laugh.
Nakoda, behind you! Kharn yells out as the horde of filthy pirates leap over onto the Flying Cloud. Whipping his fauchard forward in front of him, Kharn sweeps it low as two men rush forward, intending to knock them off their feet.
Sitting on the deck of the Flying Cloud cleaning his fauchard Kharn was containing a scowl. Dinner would be served soon but Kharn diden’t relish spending another second around the captain. Oiling the blade for the third time this week, Kharn examined his own scarred reflection in the blade in the setting sun. Captain Creesy had started to become far too friendly with Nakoda as of late and a understanding would have to be reached. Let me see how interested his is in our culture when I challenge him to Ji’or’tor. The muscular bladesmith thought to himself. Just as he finished applying the last bit of oil his head jerked up as the boat gave a lurch to the portside. Rising to his feet Kharn grabbed his polearm and peered out towards the crash. What in the hells was that. Kharn thought preparing himself.
Onboard the Flying Cloud Kharn was restless. On land one could always work in a forge, study or see to the needs of others. On a ship however he felt trapped. Besides, seawater was bad for iron, everyone knew this. Blades would rust unless carefully tended to. And so Kharn made it his habit each and every morning he would rise and tend to the weapons and armor of his impromptu group. In the evening he would lead others in a quiet prayer to Cayden Cailean before the evening ration of grog.
Rising the scarred blacksmith holds his hands out to the man that Nakoda introduced him to, while also sizing up the man. I would like to see the fallen star. Kharn agrees giving an affirmative nod. I know my way around a weapon and I have other talents if necessary. Besides.. Kharn continues with a chuckle. There's shoanti business between Nakoda and myself. The man states thinking back to the mention of him as a not-unsuitable husband. If your planning on heading for the crater I would be interested. Nakoda, do you have any words you wish me to relay to the Enclave?
Kharn shakes his head in agreement with Nakoda. Yes, the shadow did disappear when the meteor fell, so it is likely related. Raising his cup in a mirror of her action he takes a long sip and sets it back on the table. I would be lying to you if skymetal was the only reason why I wanted to acompany you. At that Kharn pauses thinking his next words through carefully. My parents were killed years ago, and I grew up outside of the clans. I was taken in by priest of Cayden Cailean. Ever since I was a boy I have wanted to learn more about my people. That is the reason why, when the elders asked me act on their behalf I agreed. If you go to seek the Skymetal I will come with you.. Setting down his tankard of mead, and thinking to himself it wished it was actually ale, he gives an encouraging smile at Nakoda. I would learn more about you and about my people if you will be willing to teach me. And perhaps.. by doing so you might get the elders to quit with their meddling? The blacksmith notes with a hint of wry amusement. As to your second question, I primarily work with weapons, however it is the creation itself rather then the object in question that brings me joy. Seeing something cold come to life. That is something special.
Raising the cup of mead to his lips Kharn nods in acceptance. I would be happy to tell the elders of your plans. He states while reclining slightly in his chair. Taking in the room, Kharn hears the sounds of gambling below and smells the rich odour of tobacco. Nakoda, you had mentioned that you were planning to leave the city? Where were you planning to go? Smiling, the talk, swarthy blacksmith takes a long pull from the mead before setting it on the table. Everyone in Riddleport is talking about the sky-fall and how it stuck devils elbow. I myself am a blacksmith, and the idea of working sky metal intrigues me. It will be a shame that the dwarven foundarys will most likely be the only ones to feel its shape underneath a hammer. Musing in thought Kharn takes another long pull of his mead and listens for Nakoda's response.
Blinking in surprise at Nakoda's words, Kharn covers his shock with a gruff chuckle. The elders will do what they do. The burly dark haired oracle begins. But good steel is not made in the first quenching. It must be build upon, strengthened and reinforced. Shaking his head Kharn reaches for the mead, first pouring Nakoda and then himself a glass. It is also so with a marriage. Taking a long pour of the honeywine Kharn sets the mug carefully on the table, so as not to damage it. The elders only asked me to inquire if you wished to sell this building. They provided no additional information. It would take a blind man not to see what they had intended. |
