Taking a step back Lucian Unleashes another round of arrows.
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Lucian uses his fervor to cast divine favor and shots at the next monkey man.
"We should. We should!"
Lucian bows and introduces himself.
Moving forward Lucian quickly casts for a miracle of healing.
I am here too of course?
Lucius quickly nocks one arrow, then another one and shoots at the monkeymen after using a point of fervor to cast divine favor on himself.
Lician quickly follows up with Bahari.
Lucian bows deeply and replies.
The warpriest quickly moves forward, ready to aid the others next round.
Following slowly with bow drawn and ready Lucius keeps vigilant to be prepared if the faceeater appears.
Moving forward to keep with the others, letting the others take the brunt.
Lucian looks at the Dinosaur and carefully selects an arrow, knocking it and drawing the bowstring back to his ear.
Looking at the others Lucian quickly weaves a spell to boost his combat prowess. "Let us investigate!"
Hail all. Glad to be chosen!
I would like to add my hat to the ring, bringing an Archer Warpriest.
Good Luck to all!
Added a 4th trait, and corrected my purchases!
Role:
Intimidator Melee striker Social Skillmonkey backup healer Buffer Backstory:
Lucian started his life in the slums of Oppara, born as a second generation half-orc to an utterly poor family as the seventh son and 13th child and named Prigs. His father was a manual laborer who worked every dayjob just to earn a silver coin, usually spending it on the cheapest booze available. On every occasion he used his strong meaty hands or his belt to mercilessly punish his children. His mother was not much better and by the time Prigs was eight only 5 children were still alive, and usually sitting in the streets to gather alms in better parts of the town. Prigs life changed when one day he saw an assassination attempt on Lord Claudio Leveticus, just in front of the church of Abadar. Prigs was sitting close, hoping that the devout people would even give a half-breed as himself a coin or two in mercy. Two black clad women jumped the noble and while one held the man the other tried to stab him with their dagger. Feeling his chance of a lifetime Prigs jumped in the womans left leg and bit her muscled flesh. Yelling in pain the dagger, coated in poison, that was meant to end the nobles life found its mark in the young boys flesh. But that distraction was enough and the temple guard was able to drive the assassins away. Lord Claudio Leveticus took the deeply wounded boy home and took care that a cleric would treat the young boys wounds. But the wound was deep and even with the best care the recuperation took quite some time. During that time Lord Claudio, a widower of 43 winters fell in love with the young abadarian cleric Pierre de Hubertin. After 2 weeks in coma Prig woke up and for the first time in his life saw a real bed, with blankets of pure white osirian linen. A young priest with soft brown eyes was sitting next to the bed and offered the young boy a hand to guide him to the owner of the estate, if he felt strong enough. Not wanting to show any weakness Prig walked on very unsteady feet to the lounge, almost dropping twice but keeping on his feet his raw determination. Seeing the noble he fell to his knees and begged him to not send him back. Alas that was too much for the not yet completely healed wound and he fainted. When he awoke again the priest called for Lord Claudio and the nobleman, quite impressed and deeply grateful accepted him into his service. Prig was overjoyed and vowed to be worth it and pledged his loyality to the man. Lord Claudio had heard many a vows in his life and he was of opinion that every vow was meant to be broken. Was he in for a surprise! Over the next 5 years Prig not only learned hard and tirelessly to learn how to behave in a nobles house, only once earning the belt for a minor transgression, involving a very expensive Tian vase, but was utterly und completely loyal to his master. He even reported his accident to his master, although no one would have thought him responsible and demanded the belt as punishment, as it was the common practice in the household. He was also instrumental to keep the relationship between the young priest and his Lord secret, once even resisting magical commands to spill the truth. Pierre was his secret tutor, lecturing him in the art of courtly war, the tenants of the faith of Abadar and how to fit in. As the years went by Lord Claudio understood he would not marry again, he was much too happy with his younger lover and that if he died his nephew Vicious Leveticus would inherit the title. A fact that gave the lord ulcer. Half in jest Pierre one evening remarked why he wouldn´t adopt the boy Prig. Lord Claudio looked at Pierre as if he thought his lover had lost his mind, but then he saw the potential. And truth to be told he couldn´t deny that it would be a colossal finger to his nephew. With all the guile of 40 years of courtly war they arranged that Prig was given another identity, as the long lost cousin of a distant uncle and Lord Claudio adopted the young half-orc and gave him his new name. Viscount Lucian Leveticus. But that was not enough, booth Claudio and Pierre knew that, so they took care that Lucian took his vows to Abadar, fasting for 5 days and nights, speaking the 22 sacred names and afterward bought a commission in the Taldorian Legion as a Judicator, a rank equal to a first lieutenant, tasked with the judicial duties in the Legion, with the right to pass judgment or to be the defender of the soldiers. For two years Lucian was sent to the border Legion building his network and establishing a spotless record. He is known as a rising star in the army. Now he has returned to Oppara to work in the military high command. Physical description:
Lucian is a big man, easily 6´8", of nearly 300 pounds, with long auburn hair tied in the back with a black ribbon and lush whiskers. A short, well-trimmed beard accentuates his manly chin and his orcish blood only shows in pointy ears and a long pointy tooth. He moves slowly with economical movements, a habit he learned in his foster fathers home, when his inhuman frame sometimes caused some minor accidents, like tipped over glasses. He still bears an ugly scar just below his left nipple, an eternal reminder that sometimes fortuna favors the bold. He speaks with the rolling R of a southern taldorian, an accent hard and laboriously trained to hide his origin from the gutters. He prefers to wear a blue tunic with the baldric of house Leveticus, the crimson hound of sable field over black pantaloons and good soft boots, or if on official business his Judicator uniform with fitting armor and a broad long sword and dagger as sidearm. The key of Abadar is discreetly tucked in his left inner pocket, to be ready to be presented if necessary. He has a booming voice, and he is an adept of giving speeches, or if you are very unlucky giving a verbal lashing like no other as if he had no indoor voice. Voice at 1.30 Personality:
There are a few things that define Lucian. He is a Determinator. If he has made up his mind,there is no stopping the Lucian. He does not understand tact. He does not know When to Fold 'Em, and it's a waste of time to tell thim the odds. No one can reason with him. He'll do whatever they have to without question as long as he does not violate his code of conduct. One of the reason his nome de guerre is the bloodhound. He is a believer in order, justice, Taldor and Abadar. He does not care for the easy way, or the greater god, he has his code and he will follow it. If you commited a crime and the court sentences you to death, he will give you the short fall and the sudden stop. But he will do it as merciful as possible and does not take any joy in it. He just understands that one has to do it. And he has never forgotten the slums. He knows Abadar smiled on him when he was rescued from the worst of the worst, but he shall not look down on them. He favors men who rise above their origin and he took great pains to compensate one of his soldiers, named Porcix the lesser, who was pressed from the slums into military service and truly died as a taldorian hero, saving three fellow soldiers, so that Porcix wife Kara and kids not only knew that they should be proud of their lost husband and father, but also that they got a safe job as maid and stable boy in the country estate of his step-father. Secrets: Lucien´s real father has seen him a few weeks and ago and knows his true heritage. He is ready to blackmail his son, threatening all the hard work Lucian has done. He just waits for the right moment. The woman Kara was contacted by Vicious Leviticus and bribed to keep an eye on the estate, so that Vicious can one day take what he believes is his birthright.
This will be Helikons application, an half orc inquisitor of Abadar
This will be my application. It is still work in progress.
I agree. I am so very sorry I didn´t work out better
Same here
If we manage to delay the troll long enough that everyone is back and concious we stand a chance, but with so many people out cold... this can get ugly.. bigtime.
Player: Periel the pure
"Did anyone manage to land a blow so far?"
Moving one step up Lucian shoots at the sprite now visible.
Endure elements x2
"Woohee... well we won this... at least. Let us get some strength, maybe check what they have with them... and then we should carry on."
Lucian sighs, takes a step forward, takes two more arrows and shoots at the little thing.
Seeing his opponent closer Lucian lets loose two arrows.
Moving a step forward Lucian takes careful aim
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