About Ladim RelosAppearance:
Quite short and wiry man, usually wearing a silk sleeveless shirt, showing a big tattoo of a scorpion on his left shoulder, swearing he got it as a payment from a Varisian crusader for an adamantine-plated Harrow Deck. Some would swear they've seen the tattoo move. Wearing no armor and no obvious weapons, he seems rather defenseless until the point he breaks out a furious blast of vulgarities, excitement and arcane might. Personality:
While a bit too much of a cut-throat businessman for Khonnir's tastes, nevertheless Ladim is one of the few people that have managed to smuggle precious metals and technological whatamagigs under the nose of the Technic League, due to his natural penchant to make deals. Of those Crusaders that have heard of him, few have any bad words, except, 'Looks too much like a river bandit.' A 'live and let live' type of soul, he has no issues with other people, as long as they don't mess with three things: Himself, his friends, or his business. Coming for his usual quarterly trip to Khonnir, he is surprised to see him gone, and Val telling 'her crazy uncle' to go follow the others that have ventured to the mountain. Likes: Magic, Helping others(Preferably for the right price), Exploration, Knowledge, White Wine, Flirting Dislikes: Constabularies, Truly selfish people, Slavers, Magi (or maguses), Robots and the Technic League (As a combination of all of the above.) Also not keen on celery.
Honesty is a policy:
The setting sun glowed in red as night fell on Chesed. Ladim Relos was running in a back alley. Drops of sweat glistened on his body as he passed from a blind alley to a blind alley. A gush of flame crashed into a wall next to his face, as he ducked down to avoid it. Hah. Can't aim for s&&@., a though passed through his head as he rushed in an open house door, running up the stairs and climbing on a roof. He stopped after climbing up there, waiting for the clanging chainmail clad people to follow him. He sighed heavily, raising three fingers in the air and taking them down one by one. Three. Two. One. Now. As a woman with a sword, glowing in green flame rushed out to the slippery roof, a punch flew from behind the chimney, almost connecting. As it ended, three bolts of bluish-white energy continued the motion, wrapping around her feet as she continued running off the roof. Ladim ran once more, turning for a second to look down on the body, with its neck twisted in an unnatural shape, bleeding on the pavement. Heh. You fell for that, love. As the second figure of a man clad in heavy armor appeared through the window, Ladim was on the next rooftop. A good two stories above the street, he tried to make it to street level. I think I heard someone talking about it once... Might as well give it a go. he thought, seeing a cart full of hay. Here goes nothing! As he leapt through the air, a show of force dragged him down, crashing on the street. Falling on his ankle, and hearing an unpleasant noise, as a burst of pain overflew him, a pained shout was let out, realizing the magical power behind it. "Are you f+*$ing taking the piss!", as he staggered onwards, thinking, Staggering Fall? Seriously? Of all the g&%!!%ned book-bound spells in the world..., as he limped around a corner. Quick footsteps in clanging armor were heard as he readied himself for another blast. "Hello, darling!" he shouted, letting another three missiles flying straight to the armored man's face... ...only to fizzle out harmlessly in a magical field in front of the man's face. "F~%# off." Ladim muttered, as the man, smiling behind his heavy helmet, drew a needlessly unfriendly looking sword from its scabbard. Ladim didn't have time to consider making friends with the sword in order to combat first impressions, so he dashed to the market street, limping quickly, trying to stay away from the armored man. Walking on the main street, he saw the usual - traders, Nope., beggars, Nope. drunkards, Definitely Nope. Resuming to a normal pace as he cleared the street, he saw what he was looking for. Three young looking guys, chewing on some street meat, Ooh. Rat Kabobs. Personal favourite. armored to the teeth, each carrying a longsword and more Iomedaen symbols than fashion sense. Trotting towards them slowly, he turned around to see if the man was still following him. The clanging noises seemed to indicate so. Limping even closer, not wanting to draw unwanted attention, a desperate look appeared on his face. Here comes the party, tinhead. [i]Now sod off.[/b] Last thought feeling more than a command, directed at his shoulder, makes a scorpion tattoo slither off, crawling down his leg and disappearing in the crowd. "Comrades, help! Help me! This man is an imposter!" he said, panting deeply, with panic in his eyes. As the youngsters looked around confused, Ladim continued. "This man tried to assault me and rob me blind! He pretended to be from the Technic League, and I trusted him, only to have him try to attack me! I swear, I've seen it, this man has no tattoo!" As the confusion spread across the faces surrounding him, Ladim laughed inside. That's it, take the bait. Sting. As the tin-head with the drawn sword approached, a scorpion stung him in the heel, just as he opened his mouth. "I-aaargh!"[/b] Ladim continued, pointing towards his wrist panically, "The tattoo! All Technic League members have one on their right forearms, to make sure that no-one pretends to be them! I heard they have magical identification too, but noone knows what it is! Help me, brothers!" The biggest of the youngsters, a half-orc with a greatsword lying behind him, looked at the cowering Ladim, and turned to the armoured figure, hand reaching towards the hilt in [i]an adorable attempt at intimidation. Has potential, though. Keep it simple for now. "Go away. We'll not ask you twice. Go back and leave the merchant alone, before we call the real League.", said the half-orc, looking straight into the man's eyes. The figure protested, "You...", before realizing how ridiculously outnumbered, injured and out of spells he was. "I'll be seeing you soon.", he trotted, sheathing the sword and turning, eyes burning towards Ladim, who, hiding behind an odd-looking half-elf, was fighting his smile. As the armoured man disappeared, he turned towards the three, with a pained smile on his face. Come on, tear, get out there, tears of joy. Now give them the old 'Randomly Encounted Merchant in Trouble' spiel. "Thank you, crusaders. I have nothing to offer you but my endless gratitude for saving my life. I'll be leaving the city tonight, as I fear for my life, but don't worry, your effort will not be left unrewarded. I have a pouch ofSigh, remember to split your pouches next time, Ladim, 20 platinum pieces, and if you ever see me again, consider the next drink on me. By the Light of the Sword! I need to go, as the gates will be sealed soon, but remember, no good deed goes unrewarded. Miklos Bosk will be a friendly face whenever you see him, and he owes you his life." Owe you my life indeed. You never go wrong with this phrase. Ladim gave over his pouch to the half-orc, and began to walk away. Please, please, kid, don't give me the heroic champion of light thing. You always mess it up when you believe in it., he thought, beginning to limp towards the gate, picking up his scorpion on the way out, and grabbing a large Varisian-styled scarf on the way there. As the scorpion crawled up his arm, he looked at it, speaking in a normal, River Kingdom accent for the first time the whole day. "What. Don't look at me like that. It's a trade town, the League expects people to be scammed into all sorts of stuff. Although, cog tattoo, that's golden. No, no, the worst they're going to get is a harsh talking to. Nobody pisses off with a Mendevian Crusade, and they've done no crime except for being hustled, and noone got hurt." Thinking about the woman with the broken neck, he corrected himself. [b]"Noone nice died, alright. Now get back in there, you git, I look crazy talking to a scorpion." The scorpion hesitated for a moment, but in the end sunk in the palm, disappearing. As the sun reddens the horizon with its last rays of light, Ladim rode towards Torch.
Mechanics:
Ladim Relos Experience: Male Tattoed Sorcerer (Arcane) 3 CG Medium Humanoid(Human) Initiative +6 Senses: Perception -1 ------- HP:23(3d6+6+3) Fort +3, Ref +3, Will +2 AC: 13, touch 12, FF 11 ------- Ranged Touch +3 Acid Splash(1d3+1) ------- Str 7, Dex 14, Con 14, Int 13, Wis 8, Cha 19 BAB +1, CMB -1, CMD 11 Feats: Skills; 3/level Bluff (2 rank, 3 class, 2 racial, 4 stat) +12 Diplomacy (3 rank, 3 class, 2 racial, 4 stat, 1 trait) +13 Spellcraft (1 rank, 3 class, 1 stat) +5 Disable Device (3 rank, 3 class, 2 stat, 1 trait) +9 (+4 vs technological) Background Skills (6)
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