The Shoanti spots the orc the second he enters the tavern. Brow furrowed, he seems to draw up to almost twuce his height, hostile intent clear on his face, but he does not approach yet, but merely curses in his native tongue under his breath.
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"I am Kojan, of the Shundar-Quah." he asks, in answer to both of their questions. "I am hear to learn. We of the Spire clan take a Journey once we come of age and learn the ways of each quah, but the elders looked southward and decided I had much more to learn."
Kojan watches the smith for some time before stepping away from the bar and nodding in greeting. "Well met, son of John." he says, bowing siffly. "And you, Elf." he adds, with a nod toward Darius. "You say you make Shoanti steel?" he says, in the tones of someone who is offended by the thought. His expression softens, however, and his tattoos twist in the gloom as a smile cracks across his face. "I would happily see your wares, Son of John, and your forge. I fear my Klar is in need of repair, the hide of the ogres is thick indeed, and I fear the blade has been pried loose. It will need to be inlaid with iron, to make it strong." he says, continuing on and speaking more than he has since he entered the tavern. He flashes an apologetic glance at the half-elf. "Ah. Forgive me for interrupting, my friend."
"Clansman? No. But the elders believe that all Shoanti are of the one quah." he says, slurring slightly and smiling stiffly at Chadron. He is unfamiliar with the southern courtesy's, but the man's boorish laughter is infectious. His eyes glance to the commotion and the little green visitor but he snorts dismissively and turns away to speak with Karas. "I am on my Great Journey. The rite-of-passage of my people... Well, not exactly. I have earned my tattoos and taken my place among the Braves, but the elders think there is something to be learned among the southerners as well." he says, with a look on his face that tells you he doesn't entirely agree with that assessment. "Oh." he says, as an afterthought. "It seems you have a goblin problem. I thought you southern folk kept hounds to keep them away?"
Kojan bows his head apologetically as he steps over the splintered remains of the chair, his fists unfurling and gingerly rubbing the back of his neck and his shaved head. Karas' approach seems to embarass the Shoanti further as much as calm him down, but he flashes him an appreciative grin nonetheless. He stares hopelessly at the approaching innkeeper before fumbling with his coin-purse, clearly unfamiliar with the contents within. He places a few mismatched coins on the tabletop before finally turning to the Shoanti away from the eyes of the crowd. He pauses to examine Karas' tattoos before greeting him in his native tongue. Kel-grish my friend! Greetings!" he booms, grasping the young Shoanti by the hand and patting him on the shoulder, pulling back his hood to reveal the tattoos of the Spire-Clan before the red-faced Chadron approaches. He mouths the words of the Chelish man, taken aback by just how... familiar these southerners act and seeming unsure whether he was being insulted. However, at the thought of a song the man falls in step behind the others, his steps still clumsy and head still reeling from the wine and the elf-witchery. "I am the one named Kojan. What might I call you?"
Kojan sits in a booth in the corner quietly nursing his mulled wine, his brow slick with sweat in the dull heat and noise of the tavern. The drink effects him more than he'd like to admit. They have nothing of the sort on the steppes, and he sways slightly in his seat, and speech has begun to come slow and heavy, so much so that he's chosen not to speak at all. He's glad the locals seem to give him plenty of space. His Sklar-Quah bloodbrothers had taught him that the tshamek invaders lacked the mettle to look the true owners of this land in the eye, but Kojan is forced to admit that it likely has more to do with his imposing height, his broad shoulders nearly take up the entirety of a chair for two. He stands, swaying in place and grabbing the table with a noisy bang that's thankfully drowned in the noise of the busy tavern. He shuffles toward Ameiko, clearly out of his depth, and as he opens his mouth to Ameiko she once again strides right by him. By the ancestors. She had stripped him of his axe and his spear and pressed the drink into his hand and left him to sit in the corner. Judging by the crowd he guessed he would never find a bed. With a heavy sigh he stumbles across to the bar, bumping into Ven Vinder and falling into a chair in front of Tessara, who he seems to notice for the first time. "I..." the Shoanti stares at the elf woman with a look of abject horror on his face. He's clearly never seen an elf before, and her pale skin eerie green eyes bring to mind the ghost stories of his youth. She looks at him expectantly, and he notes the coins in front of her on the table. Uncertainly, he gingerly picks out a gold coin from his rucksack and places it on the counter, the wine flushing his face and fogging his mind, he has no idea what he's gotten himself into as the elf reaches over the table and plants a kiss on his lips as he falls backwards in shock.
He picks himself up, mortified, and shaking his head as the spell washes through his mind. He glowers at Tessara, the uncertainty still clear on his face as he reaches for an axe that isn't there. "What did you..." he begins, in a deep, rolling voice, the question sticking in his mouth as he glances toward the door and sees more faces than he's ever seen in one room turn to look at him.
Twigs here, reporting in with not one, but two submissions! I'm keen to play whatever fits the party best, but I shall roleplay my Shoanti barbarian in the discussion thread. If my elf cleric would be a better fit I'm just as keen to play him! Kojan will be a barbarian adept in multiple fighting styles, wearing his klar into fiercer battles or resorting to his spear and relying on his speed in others. I plan to give him a bow of some description early on as a backup ranged weapon for when my spears run out, and I plan on taking proficiency in my bolas, then Toughness or Combat Reflexes to make a hard-hitting frontliner (though not as "tanky" as my fighters). Seldon is an elf cleric who'll probably rely predominantly on his spell list, whether that be controller effects, battlefield support or summon spells. I plan on spending his feats on buffing his combat prowess and survivability as a crutch to fall back on, as I think the cleric lists holds up on it's own. If anyone (particularly Tierce) prefers one over the other, let me know! :) Edit: Hrm, I felt like I should ask about taking a hawk from the adventurer's armory, and whether I could reflavour the Friends and Enemies feat to have my warhorse be a gift from the Hawk Clan bloodriders. Would that be acceptable?
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