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After he spent most of the morning cleaning up corpses and after cleaning up some, went to grab some food at the Jackal's Folly. If the owner is there, he'll order food for himself. If it's not currently staffed, he will put the money he owes in a cup and place it on the rafter or some other out of the way place. He occasionally pulls the neck of his shirt down and steals glances at the still fresh brand.
Lugdro smiles nicely at the young girl who offers him water. "Thank you, dear. This is thirsty work. Is there a place where I can wash up? I would appreciate it if you could lead me there. I'm afraid I've got blood and ichor all over my robes." After washing up, he'll hand the girl a few gold coin. "Kindness should be repaid with kindness, and you obviously have a caring heart, providing for a stranger. I thank you. Don't let the darkness of these troubles put out the light in your heart." Hunger and weariness is setting into his bones, so Lugdro heads back towards the area where the pub was. He absently hopes to see Nera and Legiald, and possibly that bard chap. He seemed nice enough, but he hadn't really had a chance to meet the man, so far.
Lugdro will open the door once they arrive allowing Dolelan and Legiald a chance to get into defensive positions before he does, provided it's not locked.
Lugdro drops the animal corpse he's been pulling over when the cry splits the relative quiet. As he runs toward the mayor's office, dropping in behind Dolelan, he draws his morningstar and bemusedly hopes that Charon has done something stupid.
Lugdro smiles at Nera's ramble, and the charming grin splits his otherwise ugly face. "Talking to strangers may not be your strongest suite, but you're quite advanced at talking in their proximity. I agree with you, though. If we are able to obtain any reward for our risk, we should certainly take it... it can be put to good use in supplies." He watches Charon disappear into the building with a baleful look and shakes his head quietly. If there are more animals to dispose of, he will help hauling them about, anything to clean up the street some/
Lugdro accepts the healing with a wan smile. "I thank you, Nera. And you, as well, Legiald. Could anyone tell what that beast was coughing about? I mean, it sounded like an attempt at communication of some stripe." He stows his scroll back in his backpack, pulls out his dagger and starts helping Nera.
Lugdro whispers "Let it fall, I need my hands." He quietly reaches back into his backpack again and pulls out his scroll of Glitterdust. If the creature appears to attack (leaping or swooping at one of the party members) he will cast Glitterdust centered on the creature.
The warmth of the healing spell manages to chip away through the chill haze of unconciousness and Lugdro opens his eyes to see the rough cobbles he's laying on. Hearing action still buzzing about, he lurches roughly to his feet. Casting a sincere glance at the ranger, he says with an unsteady voice "My sincere thanks, Legiald." Pausing half a second to get breath back in his lungs, he bends and picks his wand back up.
Lugdro lays quietly, congealing.
Lugdro falls to his knees, his sunken eyes rolling up into his skull. As he hits the ground, the sunrod rolls out of his limp hand.
Muttering about 'shadowstuff' and 'potency' to himself, Lugdro reaches into his Handy Haversack, pulls out a sunrod and strikes it, increasing the illumination near himself and Legiald.
Lugdro takes one more step back and to the left then unleashes two more glowing magic missiles at the dazed creature .
Lugdro carefully steps back away from the shadowy creature and moves closer to the mouth of the alley hoping to draw the brute away from Legiald. He opens his mouth to scream, but no sound comes out. damage + 1 rnd daze
Lugdro points his wand at creature Xvii and hisses out a quick knot of magic-infused words. A soft amber light surrounds the creature for just a second.
force damage
Twin darts of blueish magical energy streak out of Lugdro's raised fingers and streak into the thing that just raised back to it's feet. Lugdro makes a nervous grimace as he surveys the threat above him.
Lugdro stays close to Nera and raises his hand toward the beast that has just fallen to the street. If it starts to get up, he will go ahead and cast Magic Missile on the beast.
"Could anyone tell what the devil that thing was?"
Lugdro moves tentatively, wand ready in one hand, staying near Nera, but not before going ahead and casting Mage Armor on himself.
"Sensible suggestions from you both. I will freely submit to your spells. I apologize for my snappishness, but I tend to meet priggish truculence with priggish truculence." Lugdro casts Detect magic out the window as he scans the area.
Lugdro shrugs non-commitally "I don't discount any level of deviltry from hags, Charon, but this doesn't have the intimacy of a scheme by Ditchwater Weesa and her coven. We're also quite far removed from her territory. But thank you for the threat and I expect you will be equally magnanimous if this turns out to be a plot from one of your former foes and we can all hold you responsible. Now, if you're done posturing, maybe we should check out whatever is causing that din without." He shoulders his backpack, straps his morningstar on his belt, and draws forth a thin wand made of a knotted ash branch with a glowing orange crystal set in the end. He moves toward the window to see what he can see outside.
Lugdro rolls his eyes at Charon's abusive bravado "I am not a half-orc, madam, and I need no more vouching than do you. I was born of a human twining, same as most, just cursed by a hag while still in my mother's womb. And I'm no pack mule anymore than you are just an over-stuffed supersillious stumpet. I weave magics. The curse I've born from birth has given me certain... abilities; and I plan on sheparding them to take bloody retrubution on the hag that ruined my family. My name is Lugdro. I've no idea where we are or why." He turns his attention to Nera "I apologize for not getting the opportunity to introduce myself before, Nera. It's a pleasure meeting you... and... Walter, although, the actual dynamics of the situation are very peculiar."
"Oh, don't worry, dear girl... I was just trying to open his eyes to a little civility. Of course, it can backfire but that's the chance you take sometimes. And no, my name isn't 'sissy', it' Lugd-" He breaks and gives a rapid intake of breath as his shoulders jar and spasm with the wave of pain. The chair screeches out from under him and he falls to the floor and into darkness. As consciousness swims back to him, he pulls himself up to a sitting position, weaving like he may swoon back into oblivion. "What the blistering hells was that?? Did someone tattoo me? Who are you people?"
Lugdro's darkened features break into a good-natured laugh. "Fair enough. Fair enough. Still, lambasting new clientele isn't in your best interests for repeat business in your establishment." As the hostler withdraws, the ugly young sorcerer gives a sideways smile to the elf girl and shrugs "Ah, well, it was an effort, anyways. The place is rather crowded. Please feel free to join me at that table, if you wish. It looks as though the place is filling right up." He ambles over to one of the only remaining vacant tables and takes a chair.
Lugdro slides his hands out from his sleeves and lowers his hood. He glares balefully at the barmen with dark, sunken eyes like smouldering fires over a scowl on his green-tinged face. His voice is a low grow as he stares down the man. "Look...friend. I'm just a traveler looking for some food. This lady seems to be in similar straits." he reaches into his belt pouch and fishes out three gold coins that he plunks on the counter for emphasis. "How about you bustle your lumpy self back to the kitchen, bring us some bread, stew, and some mead. See if you can't find a nice counter to shelve you foul demeanor to your customers, as well. I would hate to have to disabuse you of your belief that because I enjoy tea, I am myself a sissy." He drags his tongue across his, sharp, jagged teeth and gives a feral snarl.
Lugrdo had almost been reaching out for the handle of the bar's door when it suddenly jerked open and slammed shut, apparently of it's own accord. "Odd." he says simply to himself. He steps forward and enters the building in time to see the nervous-looking elf girl stammering through an order. He walks calmly to the bar and waits his turn, not lowering the hood of his cloak. "That sounds refreshing." he says in a smooth voice. "I will also take some tea. With honey, mind. And a plate of bread and cheese, maybe some fruit if you've any available." He nods to the elf girl, long strands of his lank hair spilling out from the confines of his hood. He raises a hand and absently starts twirling it, then apparently noticing or remebering the ugly greenish tinge of his skin he stuffs his hands nervously up his sleeves.
Lugdro should be on your list. As far as it goes, he's CN, but, except in certain very rare circumstances, I don't believe CN is CN stupid, CN suicidal, or CN random. It's CN I've got a personal agenda that I want to advance, but I need power and resources to do that. Working within this group is a good way to start reaching my goals.
I believe that Lugdro is complete and stands ready.
HP rolls: ; ; I'm assuming first level is max hp? If not, I'll add a fourth roll.
Lugdro's background: Spoiler: While pregnant with him, Lugdro's mother and father drew the ire of a coven of hags. The most powerful of them, Ditchwater Weesa, created a potion that infused with her vile blood, disguised herself as a midwife and tricked the pregnant woman into taking the cursed draught. The infusion did something horrible to the baby still growing in Lealla's womb, and her labor pains were terrifying as the baby grew steely nails and teeth, and bones that should be small grew long and stretched her cruelly from inside. She delivered Lugdro soon thereafter, but the damage was done... bleeding inside from the processof birthing the long, sharp creature that was her son, Lealla soon expired.
Lugdro's father, Fenton, a local huntsman, mourned the loss of his wife, and hated the vile little whelp that felled her, but at the same time knew that he had brought the curse upon his family and had himself to blame. He raised the boy as best he could... Lugdro was smart, fairly strong and healthy, and had a strong personality. But even with those strengths, he couldn't look at the boy and not see the slightly greenish tint to his skin, or the pointed teeth behind lips that looked like his late wife's. When Lugdro was 8 and displayed that he had some facility for magic inside of him, his father sent him to live an old friend far from home. He wasn't gone three days before Fenton slit his own throat above the grave of his wife. Lugro studied for several years with the mage, Polluflax de'Chien. In time, he felt the call for vengence swell inside him, and he has decided to work to get the strength to take on Ditchwater Weesa and her foul sisters.
So, unadjusted by race/level modifiers... Str: 13
I will ad 1 level adjustment to my INT, and one to my CON, and add the +2 racial to my CHA. So, final abilities: Str: 13
Stats for Lugdro Str: 5d6 ->, , , ,
"Greetings to you both, I am Lugdro of the Kaprikine Clan. Congratulations to you both on your showings in the games. Your village shows great hospitality letting outsiders like me join in to your festival." He rubs his head where he was couted and chuckles, "Well, aside from the thuggish blacksmith's daughter, I assure you!"
Lugdro meanders about the festivities conversing with people as the opportunity presents itself. He seeks out the name of the blacksmith's daughter so that he can call on her to congratulate her for her performance. The spirit of competition has been pretty soundly knocked out of him though, and he doesn't plan on taking part in any more of the games beyond the spectator role.
Lugdro winces and gives a small chuckle. "I am sorry, Radraan... the blacksmith's daughter gave me a sound rap upon the head. No permanant damage, I'm sure, but enough to blur my attention a bit." Not enjoying having the cleric hanging on him, the young druid removes the man's arm and stands, a bit wobbly. "I assure you I have no interest in proselytizing in your community. I understand your concern for the spititual health of your people and can only promise you that my interestes lie ultimately with my own community. However, if your kinsmen here ask of my faith, neither shall I hide it. As you say, the Divine War would have left even deeper scars were it not for the Earthmother. I am no missionary seeking converts, but if any take cue from my example, neither will I dissuade them."
Lugdro nods slightly, not entierly trusting the cheerfulness that doesn't seem to reach the cleric's eyes. He tries not to let his stance slip into the defensive, but he doesn't want to give too much away of his people, since they are in such a precarious position. "I... am Lugdro of the Kaprakine Clan far to the north. I am... an observer. And, yes, Denev has much to teach those what would understand the ways of the fullness of nature. Who, may I ask, are you?"
Lugdro gives a little laugh, "I wouldn't dream of it miss... the female of any species can be just as dangerous as the male. I don't see why that doesn't apply to people, as well.' He assumes his stance in preparation for the fight.
Part of it is due to muscles already fatigued by the race, but most of it is just that the girl is that fast. Her swing catches Lugdro squarely and plants him reeling on his arse. He falls back and considers the lovely blue sky for a moment. Shaking his head, he starts to gain his feet, "You see my point. Thank you for the opportunity to learn."
Lugdro offers the young man a bow and his hand. "I thank you for the opportunity to test myself, friend. Each test helps me protect my village better, so I am in your debt."
Lugdro has to restrain the sudden impluse to move forward and see if the man was alright. Of course he was... he may not enjoy the drubbing, but it's not like it's going to cost the man his healt in a substantive way. He lines up a second shot, adjusting his grip while the man teeters, and the young druid swings again. To hit:
Lugdro gathers his belongings and moves with the milling crowd down to where the staff battling is going on. If any of the racers are nearby, he gives them a jocular elbow to the ribs and says "I should have exercised more patience and waited for this event. The sparring with staves is a bit more to my liking than that steeplechasing!" He is still winded and his limbs are still sore, but he will take a staff and join in the combat since it's all in good fun and community. Anyway, the mandate from his tribal elders was to go out an learn stories and skills that could help defend the clan... and this was an opportunity to study some other fighters moves. As he squares off against his first opponant, he flashes a little smile and shifts back and forth on his tired legs restlessly. Initiative:
EDIT: edited to include crit confirmation.
Lugdro gulps down deep tides of air trying to keep from throwing up, the sprinting at the end making him taste remnants of the honeyed bread at the back of his mouth. He claps, even as he heaves and wonders around in awkward circles, knees shaking like a newborn kid. When he has enough breath caught to speak, he goes about shaking hands with the other runners. He particularly congratulates the winner and the halfling man, who, in Lugdro's estimation has just run two and a half races.
Lugdro tucks his head down and tries to pull more speed out of his legs. He feels he's starting to make some headway, but is obviously not pouring out a burst of speed to catch the leaders. On the last lap, he reaches deep and pushes himself harder, pounding the ground rythmically, ignoring joints that are screaming in pain. 3)
The first lap of the race down, Lugdro tries to focus on his breathing and find a good rythem for his pace. In his mind, he hears the fall of hooves on the slopes. He has trouble getting in touch with his inner goat.
Still laughing at his folly, Lugdro strips off his armor and gear, leaving them near any race official. He limbers up a bit and joins the start line. Offering any competitors around him a good natured smile. When the race starts he gives an honest effort, but is not off to a lightening start...
Lugdro looks a bit surprised to be called out for the event, but he heads over. When the other man... also a bit tribal by his look... offers his boast the druid laughs. "Racing had not been my plan when I got into town this morn, and I have little doubt about my wanting capabilities, but I would be pleased to join and will offer the best sport I am able. My the spirit of the cougars be with our legs and grant us the ability to make this competition a treat for the crowd!" Cougars! Ludgro thinks, laughingly... My people are herders, such racing is not a high art to them.
Lugdro wandered through the throngs of people with a wistful look on his face. It's feels so good to be in a community that is happy... the tribes, the one he was born into and the one he had been destined to marry into, have been nothing but toil and sadness since the attacks that nearly wiped them out and forced them to merge. Even the children had no time to play... they were forced to go out to forage for nuts and other easy sources of food while the women tended the herds and farmed and the men hunted and worked on defense. Part of the defense was sending some of the younger tribespeople out to learn about the greater world and find better ways of defense, possibly even items of power that could help. This town was much bigger and more 'civilized' than the tribe tribeholdings. He wasn't altogether comfortable with the press of so many people, but there were a goodly number of young folk afrolic, so he felt he had an age kinship, if not an actual consanguinity. The young druid stopped at a stall and bought a garland of cloying scented flowers that the shopkeeper draped around his neck and a hunk of bread drizzled with honey. The race was gathering, and he moved that direction to see the spectacle.
I think I am ready. I seek your approval, Evil DM.
I've put up a tentative backstory for Lugdro. It's relatively generic since I don't know the area. If there is anything that will tie into the story better, I'm willing to consider it.
[Take as much time as you need robin, Gav, everyone. No need to rush on my account. Okay, I'm slowly creeping towards completion. |
