*wriggles in Odak's hands*
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Lantik has gone to sleep until morning. Don't wake him! He has a loaded musket!
"That sounds like Draconic, but... I can't understand it."
"You can talk to him. He's too weak to speak the sacred tongue now."
"He is speaking in the sacred tongue of dragons. No human should know it." Draconic: "What are the Dragon Knights?"
Lantik shows up near Runt. "He says they didn't get back to their Wizard. We should be safe." Lantik prods the Leader with his axe musket.
Draconic: "Where is your Wizard? How did you get this far into Wolftooth lands?"
Lantik takes a shot at the healthiest-looking trapper.
"What? What are Dragon Knights?" Lantik takes a shot at the leader, attempting to knock him out rather than kill him. "I think we should keep the leader for questioning, he said something very interesting in my native tongue."
Lantik fires at the third Trapper.
Lantik gets up from his hammock. A mouse tail is still hanging from his mouth. "Humans!" Lantik readies his musket and lies prone in his hammock, using his tail to balance.
Lantik hops down out of his hammock, with part of a rabbit in his hand. He walks up to Karol. "He's right, you know. Sometimes you shouldn't challenge everyone within a mile of you. Especially these Humans."
"I'll guard the camp until third watch. I'm a pretty dependable shot." at this, Lantik scurries up the tree and takes out his musket, which he lovingly calls "Dragonfire".
Welp, looks like I already have my skills selected for me by the GM (:P). Better go put those in. (I will never tire of this joke.)
Before doing anything else, Lantik climbs up a tree near the clearing and sets up his hammock. "This reminds me of hunting parties with my Nestmates," he says as he looks up at the sky.
Lantik loads his gun. It's a silvered, long-barreled musket with a crude battleaxe magically bonded to the end of the barrel. "We fight for clan Wolftooth!"
Lantik begins to beat his armor-clad tail against the ground in keeping with the rhythm Odak and Dergosh set.
Hmmm, is Dergosh the only actual full-blooded orc in this orc-centric campaign? :) I assure you, loud one, I am not a Goblin. Horrible little pyromaniacs, they are. Also so puntable that I managed to kick one thirty feet... at MY size.
Lantik turns to Karol. "I know for sure that the Elves won't like to see me. I've killed many of them on their raids of my Nest."
Lantik watches as Karol turns a deep green. "Well, that's certainly something you don't see every day."
"That's what's intended, Dergosh." There is a certain sting to the Kobold's words that hasn't been there before.
Lantik trembles slightly at this, but tries to keep his composure.
"Heh. I'm assuming you've been tripped before? The bigger they are, the harder they fall, they say."
Always excited to hear from his new acquaintances, Lantik nearly bounces as he turns towards Draxia.
Lantik notices Runt's curious dodging tactics and plays a trick on her, placing his flexible tail in her path.
Lantik uses his tail to steady himself after being clapped on the shoulder with such force. He isn't used to such a loud personality, but he's glad to have someone to lift everyone's spirits with more than just woven tales. Of course, only someone who understands Draconic can tell this from his growls and tail movements.
An amused glint appears in Lantik's eye. "Ah, yes, I remember that battle - I was aiming my last shot at the ogre leader when he leaped clear a hundred feet and crushed my toe! I'm lucky he had such bad aim!" He laughs and takes another swig of his mead, gulping it down with a noticeable movement of the skin-flaps on his neck.
"Hah. What are you known for, I mean? Since you know the bard, I'm assuming you were in the Clan War."
Lantik looks up at the half-orc, somewhat startled by her friendliness compared to the rest. "I am Lantik," he says, "But I prefer to be called Deadeye. Who are you?"
"I don't take challenges. I don't perceive you as an enemy; we were recruited for the same mission, after all."
"Well, you, sir, are astoundingly big. Remind me not to run underneath your feet."
"You think a threat like that would faze me?"
Lantik spits in Olrune's general direction and turns to Odak. "I've heard many great things about you, Giant. Why are you so interested in me?"
"Kobolds have no concept of 'respect.' They were going to shoot you all down from the bushes. I shot them first."
Lantik squirms out of Odak's hand and hops down, too focused on this debate to notice much.
And I also have a huge player/character separation. It always gets me angry when I realize my feeling are bleeding over into my character.
Lantik's tail wraps itself around him as he gets angry. "Yes, but they would have destroyed this clan in the process if I had let them be! I was limiting the destruction!"
Lantik turns his head to Olrune. "As I said before, I sympathized with clan Wolftooth and felt that my Nest was going to destroy itself with greed. Unfortunately, I could not stop them peacefully."
"I don't know what made my kinsmen change so much. All of them except me seemed to be obsessed with the idea of taking more territory. I questioned it, and I was ridiculed and sent on the hunting party, while my kinsmen went to flank clan Wolftooth during the Battle of Broken Hill."
Lantik barely notices the giant playing with his tail as he tells his story, fighting back the terrifying memories of that day. "My clan leader was... convinced... by clan Bearclaw that to survive, they had to take what wasn't theirs. It wasn't our way. We only fought for our own survival, since our heritage includes both the noble Gold Dragons and the terrifying Red Dragons. Kobolds, we focus a lot on our draconic heritage. We simply stayed neutral. But not that day."
Lantik sighs, seeing that no one will back down from the story. "I... I helped clan Wolftooth because you fought - still fight - for your own survival, just like my Nest, the Orangescales, used to." He points to his own dulled orange scales as he speaks.
almost immediately, the Kobold responds, "Call me Deadeye." He doesn't obviously respond beyond that, besides his tail drooping behind him. You can tell he doesn't want to share that story with just anyone. He adds, almost as an afterthought, "I hate that name. I never chose it for myself."
Lantik relaxes slightly at the nickname. He obviously likes it. "I am Lantik Kinslayer. I killed off my Nestmates in the name of clan Wolftooth and our old ideals." "No, half-orc, I was summoned by the Chieftain, same as you, apparently." Lantik is obviously as confident as he was when he first walked into the meeting hall - though whether that is the conversation's changing tone or the mead is anyone's guess.
Trying to save face, some of that trademark Kobold nervousness shows through as Lantik says, "You all have the look of Clan War veterans about you." His tail madly twitches.
Realizing he's not making a very good impression on these people, Lantik sighs and drags a barstool out to sit near Odak. "It's a lot more comfortable inside, Giant! What's your name, by the way?"
As he looks around the tavern and gulps down mug after mug of his mead, Lantik's keen yellow eyes spot the huge figure standing outside the huger still iron doors as two Orcs are 'taking it outside.' He slips off the stool, studded leather clattering and tail scraping, and walks outside. He kicks the towering giant's armor with his iron-toed leather boot to get his attention. "Hey, why are you just standing here?" he yells in a clear voice.
A Kobold strolls into the meeting hall. He has a surprisingly confident stance, very uncommon to his race. He hops up onto a barstool and orders a mug of the establishment's finest mead.
Seriously, though, do you like the character concept? I'd like the players' approval before I enter this character.
Karol plays the drums, Odak breaks the heads. Win win. Except for the broken heads of course.lol and Lantik shoots the faces!
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