Lister Goatleaf's page

1d12 + 2d6 ⇒ (10) + (3, 3) = 16 Awareness

Lister follows along, trying to be more aware and getting a second wind.

Lister looks at the pit trap, and shakes his head. I must really be tired. My mind is wondering. Good thing that I've got these experienced guides leading the way.

OK. First time I've ever played this system... so be patient...

1d12 + 2d6 ⇒ (4) + (4, 3) = 11 Awareness

1d12 + 1d6 ⇒ (7) + (6) = 13 Explore

"Ah! Yes... umm very pleased to meet you". Lister steps back a bit in surprise.

Respect, Awe, and a little bit of fear...

Lister looks in feigned anguish at his half finished ale, then quaffs it in one gulp, turning away and belching after this feat.

"Well I'm already dirty and sweaty, my bag is already packed for travelling, and I have finished my ale... so if there is no objection, I shall join you on this foray". The man goes to retrieve his bag, and follows them out. [b]"After all this is my town, and it's welfare is utmost importance to me".

Lister was actually telling the barkeep to put the ale on his tab... but I'll roll with the misunderstanding. More fun to think he bought dinner accidently for this group.

"Ah thanks... put it on my tab".

Lister approaches the talking group, doffs his hat, and gives Primrose an exaggerated bow.

"Greeting to you Primrose. Word is that you're a real hero... and I'm thankful for what you've done to make our Bree safe. From the look of things and your excited tone, it seems that you might have new mischief afoot"?

He then turns to "the Ranger". "Not sure we've ever been properly introduced. Name is Goatleaf... Lister Goatleaf. My family has lived in Bree for generations, and I thank you for your concern for our safety. We were fortunate indeed that you were visiting when the "trouble" happened".

He simply nods, and smiles at the Sindarin that recently approached the two more familiar individuals, not wanting to seem too forward.

Lister is dressed in sturdy, but well worn clothes, that at one time might have been fashionable, but have seen their better days. Still underneath his road worn appearance there is a sparkle of curiosity and keen intelligence in his eyes.

Lister was late getting in. It was much further to that old Barrow mound then he had been led to believe... and it was only an old mound where a couple of cows had been buried when he got there. Still, you never know what the old spade will turn up, so all rumors must be followed.

There seemed to be a bit of extra action around the old Pony tonight. Wonder what's going on.

Lister enters the Pony and sees some familiar faces and some strangers including an Elf. He also saw a familiar little Hobbit still here, and nodded in greeting to her.

He then steps up to order an ale. "Just one before I drag my tired ass home. Any more news on the disaster". He asks the barkeep.

OK. This is scranford's character. Still need to spend my experience, and answer the background questions, but with your approval, I'll dot the game thread, and won't hold things up anymore. Should be able to finish the rest tomorrow morning.