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Marveling at the fine display of swordplay, Loren takes a moment to study the man Thral had named as Tristan. His flesh certainly smelled off. As if part of it was dead or dying. There is certainly more to him than meets the eye. When he talks, he says only what is necessary, and his skill with his blade is obvious; Loren could respect this. He was the companion of the tiger after all, and chances are that he is to be trusted as well. His wife, just as intriguing as he is, gives off a similar scent, and has a humor about her that he is quite familiar with. These two definitely had him curious.
“The blade is called Ira,” Loren says, turning his attention back to Thral. “It is a gift from my father, a man of… massive strength as you say. I do not have his strength, but I have been trained to use the blade somewhat effectively when necessary. It is a bit oversized as I’m sure you can tell, so I prefer to make use of the spike on my shoulder. Alas, I have no display of prowess as Tristan here. I was taught to never draw Ira unless I planned to use her to her full extent. Besides, like I said, I lack my father’s strength. I cannot use her properly.”
Looking again at Tristan, “You have quite the majestic creature at your side there,” Loren says. He squats down to pet the tiger, looking deeply into its eyes and smiling a genuine smile.
Standing back up, Loren glances back and forth between Tristan and Aria. “I apologize if this seems too forward, but what exactly are you? You are no mere humans. That is for sure judging by your scent. I make no claims as to your origins for fear of jumping to conclusions, but your scent is a very strong indicator... My father also gifted me with a strong sense of smell. I have been told it is very unique and a… ‘Life saver.’” He laughs uneasily, obviously unsure. His words are very deliberate and carefully chosen, but his curiosity is apparent.
Of course. A mass bribe to coerce otherwise noble heroes to stamp out any opposition to their corrupt institution. Even he could not deny that 100,000 gold pieces was quite the reward. They must be desperate. Loren had never heard of any such rebellion, and with the chancellor referring to it as “nameless,” his interest was aroused. He must be the one to “capture” the leader of this unnamed rebellion if there was any hope of his plan being successful; he must ally himself with an entity that causes this much fear in the Imperium. Allies. He would need allies. The opportunity to obtain some had just serendipitously presented itself. Unfortunately, while lost in a haze of thought, he had missed not one, but two chances to introduce himself. Ah well, better late than never. Looking in the direction of the one called Thral, Loren attempts to steel himself and begins walking. He had never been one for meeting new people, but he would have to stave off his discomfort. Reaching his destination, he sticks a rough-skinned hand out awkwardly, trying to remember his manners. “I am Loren Ashnor Stillmind,” he says shakily and to no particular person amongst the group he has just walked into. The depth of his rugged voice is certainly out of sync with his current demeanor. “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintances.” An unsure smile plays at the corners of his mouth as he glances around at those in his immediate vicinity. He relaxes visibly as his eyes meet the tiger’s; at least there is one creature in the room that he is sure he was sure he could trust.
No worries. I'm going to respond here in the next few minutes. But wait. Whoa. Whoa. Dhampir is a half vampire?! Alright. I might have to purchase this bestiary 2 now. Damn you paizo! More importantly, I assume that it's pretty obvious that you're not human what with your red eyes and your demeanor. Would it be obvious exactly what you are? Also, where is Caernhold/Seresu in the grand scheme of things? Would I meet hostility if I mentioned my place of origin, and/or would it make it painfully obvious that I am a lycanthrope?
Loren laughs to himself at the concept of showing patriotism for Ren and the Imperium; his main goal maintains a constant grip on his psyche. The Imperium will fall, or at the very least it will pay for its crimes in his eyes. He is no fool, however; an episode of anger here would surely end his life and, more importantly, his plans. Ever the still mind, he stays his rage. And besides, he has no way of knowing what motivates the others who have responded to this call. No, it would be best to wait and practice patience. Perhaps some likeminded allies can be found amongst the crowd. With this in mind, he begins heading towards the tiger, its master, and those they are interacting with. After all, the friend of a friend…
Alright, updated some stuff and I'm good to go whenever. Are we full yet? I'm not sure if Glorf still wants to play or not.
Ursanthrope actually. I'm a werebear. And no problem at all, it happens. Hoping to get in when you guys have space, or if you run a parallel adventure. I hope you don't mind the narrative style of backstory. If it's a problem, I can change it up. Someone let me know if I'm missing any rules. Like I said, I figured being level 6 with less than a 32 point buy was a fair trade for the cr +1 template. If not, again, someone just let me know. Thanks for the consideration.
This is Kibeth's application. Everything is done except for roughly 700 gold worth of mundane items. I went with the lycanthrope barbarian since I didn't really get a response; I figured I'd try it and just change it if you decided you didn't want me to do it. I made my character level 6 rather than 7 and used a little less than a 32 point buy simply because of the template; it's cr +1. Balance wise, it comes out to be about the same. Hope it's alright. Just let me know if it is not. |