Oh right. Long term plans.
Step 1: Stand Still at 3rd.
Step 2: ???
Step 3: TANK!
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Okay, I made a paladin who is... she bores easily, she's questionably competent at anything that isn't playing a violin or talking people into going along with one of her crazy schemes, and her favorite forms of artistic expression involve artistic puzzle blocks because you can break them apart and put them back together, making it an art form that can give even the unartistic a way to experience the joy of creation. She's not sure yet if she's 100% on board with the REVOLT train, but she know something needs doing since Kintargo's lost the love, man. Also because the rules involving Shelynites are sort of annoying to actually follow... she liked being able to just play her violin in peace, but since it's basically how she prays for an hour a day... /shrug In the interest of full disclosure, I'm involved in another HR game with a crazy CN wizard lady who is... basically nothing like this nerd. Luckily for us all, I have the memory of a goldfish if necessary. :D
You have my axe! Only, y'know. I don't use an axe.
"Nah... for my next life I want to be an explosion. Explosions are eighteen flavors of cool." She pauses to think about it for a second. "A whippoorwill might be okay for the one after that, though."
Lila also applauds politely. It's not quite her kind of story, but she can appreciate the sentiment. "I guess. Dunno if I'd want to be a butterfly, myself."
"I'm here to do a small write-up of the festival for the local Pathfinder lodge. It seemed like a good way to burn some time, and it's a nice town."
"The first four by accident, and the Pharasmin because it seemed predestined at that point." She raises a glass. "Joke or no, it's rare to see this many outside of a proper religious ceremony."
I wouldn't mind goign on with the games, but I also wouldn't mind going right to the action either.
I assume so, though admittedly this is normally the time where any RotRL table I'm with crashes and burns.
"Hnnhnnhnn!" She rubbed a finger under her nose, before giving him a thumbs-up. "Not half bad yourself. That's a 1-2 finish for team gods."
Somehow, Lila does incredibly well at this.
"They're not just alright--ah, but enough about that." Lila sees the race being set up. "I think I might just do something fun."
Lila chuckles for a second, whipping out a journal. "Not exactly. Y'ever heard of the Pathfinders? We chronicle all kinds of stuff. I'm not exactly a writer, but I can remember and jot things down well enough to keep a record."
"Well... I'm mostly just here for the food." Lila mentions, keeping a straight face. "But you can call me Lila. Lila Fiorin, I'm here to see what this is all about. If I can get a story out of it, even better."
"Oh, you know. Watching the festival, contemplating the higher planes, same old same old. It was a valiant effort, at any rate." She chuckles a little. This might be poking fun at him.
Lifting heavy things isn't exactly Lila's favorite activity, but sitting there watching people lift heavy things is close enough to a good time that she's going to hang around and watch.
"You've forgotten the number one rule: Never be drunk in front of your boss."
Behold Lila Fiorin, aspiring envoy of balance. |