Locke will sharpen his anachronistic sword, and go through all the different moves he has seen.
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Locke nods, and says, "Flanking is often an effective tactic-I agree with your first plan, Shi'vatha."
On one of his ten-minute breaks, Locke heads out and begins voraciously eating his delicious stew. Upon noticing Echane, he gives a nod and says "Hail, Echane," then continues eating his stew.
Locke will rest for a few minutes, sitting down and responding to anyone who approaches him, but he obviously not accustomed to social situations. After about an hour or so, some bread, and a little water, Locke gets back up again and helps with the rebuilding effort. He's a tireless worker, and only stops and goes to the inn when the workers insist that he take a rest. And even there, he doesn't stop working. Whether he has to pay or not, he insists on helping the barmaids with washing up and cooking-he's surprisingly good at both-and shoots dirty looks at the people drinking their troubles away, or laughing and grabbing asses. Perhaps the most surprising of them all is the lack of lechery from Locke, and he is extremely courteous to the barmaids.
Locke nods. "I agree with Felicity here."
Locke nods. "How long of a journey is it to the orcs' camp?"
Locke relaxes some, but he is still wound tight. "Indeed. Such a holy relic can not be defiled by such creatures, especially if it is of such significance to your people. I am willing and able to assist you in recovering this relic." He takes the hand that he had unconsciously put on his strange, anachronistic sword, and says "However, I would like some rest before we leave to recover it-and some information as well. Perhaps you could tell us where these orcs are based? And is there any place that we can sleep for the night while we recover from the days activities?"
As soon as the priestess mentions the invaders from the north, Locke visibly tightens. "Northlanders?" the young man inquires, looking rather like he was about to strike out at someone.
Shi'vatha will probably run into Locke as he valiantly continues to help rebuild the town. Locke is rather the worse for wear-he has various minor burns, and he looks rather tired. "Hail, Shi'vatha. Is there anything I can assist you with?"
Djalos sits down with a sigh. He had a few minor burns-nothing that really hurt-but other than that, he was fine. He drinks some ale as a courtesy and rests for about two hours, then gets back to again to assist with the rebuilding effort. The young man is obviously somewhat tired, but still throws himself into the task. Everyone except Shi'vatha: While working, the young man exchanged a few pleasantries and told you his name, but nothing more. His rock-hard muscles are obviously not for just show, and Djalos seems to work tirelessly-although this seems to be more from determination on his part than lack of fatigue.
Locke tries as hard as he can to put out the fires, helping his cat clean up the mess.
Locke runs alongside the strange female, hoping to help as well.
Locke helps his cat look around, wary for any threats that may come their way.
At the mention of the orcs raiding a town, a shadow passes over the young man's face, and his cat gives out a low growl. He unconsciously cradles his fist. "Yes. I will help you."
The young man nods in return, his long, black hair temporarily concealing his face. After the nod, he puts three fingers on his heart.
"Greetings to you as well. This may seem rather abrupt, but I have been bereft of traveling companions for quite some time, and I'm afraid supplies are running rather low. May I travel with you for a time?" As he speaks, the young man absentmindedly scratches the ears of the large feline, who purrs at the attention. There is an oddly designed sword on his back, with a white ribbon at the hilt and nine rings on its blade. Although the black-haired stranger is bulging with muscles, he is clearly very strong-his biceps aren't huge, but it looks like you could break a rock on them.
With the camp packed up, Locke holsters his backpack and heads towards the strange group. Divokost yawns and follows him. It had been a few months since Locke had the pleasure of traveling companions, and he was starting to get rather lonely. There was also an issue of supplies. Locke hadn't had much luck hunting-even with the aid of Divokost-and his rations were dwindling. Locke didn't have any coin for this strange land either, so he was starting to get rather worried. When he gets within twenty-five feet, Locke says, "Hail!"
The last embers of the small fire Locke had built had dwindled to nothing, and a cool breeze swept through the camp, waking Locke up. Yawning, the young Northlander opened his eyes. The chain shirt beneath his sewn-together leather jacket rustled smoothly, cool against his woolen tunic. Leisurely, Locke woke up and started breaking camp. Locke strapped his sword-the only thing that was worth keeping from his old life-to his hip. Locke scratched a sleeping snow leopard behind her ears. "Wake up, Divokost. Time to go." While his only friend started to rise, Locke took a look around...
LM: When should I introduce myself? Just out of curiosity...
A face would be amazing, and Shi'vatha has scouting covered right now. You should see the rolls he's been getting on Stealth and Perception 0.0
BUMP! Lord Manticore still needs a few more players! With Locke, we have the melee front pretty well covered, but we still need a few more!
Well, here I am!
Ah... Yeah, the deal is, Locke has really brutal melee fighting skills, but he's a clean-shaven, non-drinking, not very boisterous, quiet... Northlander. Not what you'd expect. Still, I hope he gets in!
Well, here's Locke...
@Rednal: The backstory is done, doing crunch now.
So... Rednal, what do you think of my backstory so far?
@Buzzgob: Dying... from... so... many... references! Anyways, I supposed I introduced myself slightly abruptly, so I'm going to explain myself and Jiren's role in the party. As a sorcerer with a specialization in Shocking Grasp, she's primarily a damage dealer on her Sorcerer side, able to dish out huge amounts of damage from traits, feats, and bardic performances. At the end of it, she's going to be doing 4d6+4 points of damage average with her Shocking Grasp, with a +3 CL from Gifted Adept, Dweomercraft, and Outlander (Lore Seeker). (Will also be changing her backstory up, wrote up that last one in the last fifteen minutes of class.) On her bard side, however, Jiren is a competent bard-y character-a good bit of skill, mainly a diplomancer kind of character, and using Dweomercraft to boost other spellcaster's spells-and using her bard spell slots for support spells. I know I probably don't have a chance, but I would love to get in on this, since I have had this character brewing in my head for a while now. Anyways, about me: I'm an aspiring writer, and I have no real gaming group-which is kinda good, since that means I'm restricted to the more of role-play, less roll-play style of PbPs. I've never played RotRL before (obviously), so no "spoilers!*" for me. *say in Professor River Song's voice. Once I'm done working out my backstory and somesuch with Rednal, I'm kind of antsy for some roleplaying with my naive bardic sorcerer-taking out the gladiator part of her backstory, if that wasn't obvious. Rednal (Backstory): Alright, so, Rednal, um, well, I have a reeeeeallllly long backstory, so I'm typing it up in Google Docs format. It's not like she has done a bunch of crazy things that shouldn't be in a first-level character's resume-I realized that with the gladiator backstory-but I like describing the details a bunch, so I'm writing in in more of a traditional, novel-like short story format. Hope you're okay with that (=^-^=)!
Jiren trudged along the dusty road to Sandpoint, her blue hair fluttering in the wind. Her heavy, practical, clothes shielded her from the worst of it, and anyways... she liked the wind. Sandpoint rose up from the horizon, accompanied by the distant cries of gulls and the invigorating scent of seawater. A small feather suddenly drifted down to Jiren, alighting on her nose. With a small smile, she remembered one of her mother's old poems: Hope is the thing with feathers,
Clutching her small amulet with a cord of old leather and hung with various baubles of her old life, Jiren resolutely kept on trekking towards the town-towards a new beginning. *** Okay, so I'm kinda going against the rules here and doing a build that stacks with itself, however, I'm also planning on using my bard slots for support spells and my sorcerer levels for blasting spells. Plus, as well as dweomercraft helping me, it also helps spellcasting allies-such as Mr. Giant Oracle there.
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