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Lukas response to Navarro with a raised eyebrow of his own, appearing more than a little baffled, only for the problem to quickly become self evident seconds later. "Oh. That would be a problem, wouldn't it?" Grip on his spear tightening, he attempts to get a quick count on the goblins in the brush. Seeing Navarro and Darren readying themselves for combat, he calls out softly, "Hey, Vigdis, looks like we have company. Any suggestions?" A moment later, a disembodied voice replies in Skald, though strangely leaving the group with a sense of confidence and courage.
Skald: "Keep your arm steady and your head clear, kidling, and you'll hold fine. I'll keep an eye on your companions, but they seem competent enough so far. The one with the bird is...creative."
Is there anyway we can put in a call to Varisia Municipals about that bridge? I think it needs some attention, and I'd like to see my tax dollars at work.
Lukas also regards the bridge with a fair amount of trepidation, before sighing and with a deep breathe, makes his way across. He doesn't exhale until reaching the other side.
Lukas laughs a bit nervously. "Nah, just a bug or something." His smile turns more genuine at the mention of training however. "It's not so much a distraction as a requirement. As many burns as I've gotten learning, you figure out how to self-treat or the local healer gets sick of you. Besides," he grins mischievously, and his voice finishes the statement from Orren's opposite side. "I cheat." Glancing down at the frog, he nods over in Terwin's direction. "Sounds like you've got the right of it though. I've got nothing."
Lukas smiles proudly. "Yeah, that's right. Been working the forge at Savah's for about a year or two now officially; she'd had me on as an apprentice since I moved here with Shae. I mostly do tool repair and the like; Sandpoint was pretty quiet before these goblins starting poking around the local trails. Occasionally we get a good commission from some adventurer, or the guard in Magnimar when they do a lot of recruiting." He glances over his shoulder, as if catching a short clip of another conversation, then turns back with a self-effacing shrug. "Well, most of those orders actually go through Mr. Korvut. I'm pretty sure he's got some friends that way throwing him the jobs, but he's the best iron-worker I've seen in Varisia. He barely lets me near his forge, but he tends to need help on those kind of jobs, and I think I might be catching up to him on the forge." Lukas pauses a bit, glancing down at the spear in his hand and chuckles. "Funny, I've made so many of these; spears, swords, halbreds. Never got around to using a whole lots of them though. Only goblins I've had to deal with are the ones that poke around the beach, and they spook from loud enough yelling. Shae's made sure I know which way's forward and all, but I honestly think I'm just gonna have to hope my pa's side gave me more than height, hair and hau...heart." His head jerks forward slightly, as if lightly struck, and Lukas runs a hand across his head, his smile faltering a bit. "Least if I get too banged up, I can fix the worst of it up myself!"
"So, Lukas mentions to Orren in a lull between Terwin's excursions. "I have to admit, was a bit surprised to hear you claim a call to Nethys, being here. Most of his tend to pass us up for Riddleport or Magnimar, though I suppose old man Vorvashali's occasionally got some interesting things at his shop. What brought you to Sandpoint?"
No worries, welcome back! I know this might be a bit tougher for you to answer, but how much healing/support casting are you likely to need from my end? Just trying to think ahead on spell selection, is all. Had you though about him having been an air elemental all along? I had an old DM who did that for another player in a game he was running when they swapped their fox for a protean; the familiar had explained that it wasn't going to 'break out the good stuff for a rookie like you' as to why it had been so mundane before. How you've been describing Wilberforce's...personality reminds me a bit of the dynamic they had as well. I like it!
Lukas mostly hums quietly as the group progresses through the swamp, though from time to time he runs a thumb across the grip of his spear and frowns a bit. Terwin's excursions bring a mixed expression of concern and amusement to his face.
Ugh, that eats man, sorry to hear.
At Navarro's reply, Lukas chuckles and rubs a hand over the back of his neck. "Yeah, guess that was a bit self evident, uh? But I don't have any reason to wait around either. Guess we're off?" Standing and streching a bit, he then reaches down for his gear, only to find it on the opposite side of the bar from where he'd left it. He sighs and mutters briefly in Skald before slinging the shield, spear and pack over his shoulder and joining the group outside. Skald: "Come on Ostag, gonna have to do better than that if you don't want me going."
"It's gonna be a dirty trip." Lukas cautions, remembering a few misadventures he'd had chasing Shalelu through the muck. "Not a lot of paths animals didn't make, and most of those are half underwater anyways. It's small though, so at least it shouldn't be more than a day or two to clear it up." He turns his head off to the side, as though listening to someone speak, then adds, "Might want to bring an extra pair of boots."
Lukas cocks his head to the side and shrugs. "Proudfoot? If he's in the Hitherlands, I can't imagine that he hasn't crossed paths with Shalelu a time or two, but I don't know if she's around as of now." He shoots a hopeful look at Sheriff Hemlock and asks, "Don't suppose you've heard from her recently? Oh, and Sheriff Hemlock, Savah said to give you this, it's some estimates on getting your men re-equipped." He rustles through his pockets for a second, then narrows his eyes and pokes through his belt pouch to pull out a folded piece of paper and hands it to Hemlock.
Lukas seems content to listen to the others converse as he works on his ale, but the conversation on familiars sparks his curiosity. "Undiplomatic? Are familiars usually chatty?" he asks the two arcanists.
A young half-elf walks in shortly after Jarryn, fussing with a thin leather strap tied around his hairline. He is dressed in hardened leathers and sturdy trousers, and has a blacksmith's apron tossed over one shoulder. At Jarryn's words, he comes to a stop, the braids he was attempting to tie in place falling loose along either side of his head. "Old man Hemlock isn't here yet?" he blurts, before shaking his head and smiling briefly. "Sorry, just surprised. Figured he be waiting to size all the prospectives up. And I need to give him this...never mind, I'm being rude. Hello all! He shifts the apron to a more comfortable position before continuing. "Lukas Halvson. I guess we're all to go hunting today then?"
"Hello everyone! Lukas Halvson, at your service!" The half-elf idly swipes at a few loose hairs that have slipped from the leather strips holding his hair back, before shifting a well-worn blacksmith's apron to rest more comfortably across his shoulders.
Best of luck to everybody, and remember, if you're gonna be going after gobs, swing by Savah's Armory for the best gear in town!
Have to admit an antipaladin of Calistria played as a vigilante has always been a fancy of mine. I rather like this take on it, Cyrus. Best of luck!
I have Lukas at least roughly envisioned as a frontline support character, so I'd be up front with the likes of Noro and Jia, if not hitting as hard! If need be, I could focus him more towards healing, but his mystery isn't particularly well suited towards it.
I honestly HATE that the SLA rule exists...but it hasn't prevented me from using it to make one character playable. Yeah, I had pretty much the same reaction upon reading about it. 'What?! That's ridiculous! ...but it would make that character I've wanted to run with work...maybe just once...'
I feel you on dream characters Jia. My current mountain is a Aasimar cleric/rogue using minor magic and daylight to hit arcane trickster by level 6, and go 'divine' trickster the rest of the way with the Trickster mythic path. To quote The Giant of OotS fame, why should arcane casters have all the fun?
Definitely like the idea you have here, Seamus. Lukas Halvson is a character that was admittedly planned for a Jade Regent campaign, but I'd like to put him in the running for this if you'd accept him. All of his background, profile and crunch information are below, as well as a bit of a short I wrote to try and get a handle on his voice. Hope you enjoy! Description/Personality:
Lukas Halvson is a lean, tall youth with white-blonde hair and a dusky complexion. He often is seen sporting a half-healed cut or burn somewhere or another from his days at a forge, but despite Savah’s concerns (well hidden beneath her remarks that he simply fears losing his ‘pretty boy looks’), he leaves his hair long and braided, claiming that he can’t let his Ma have all the fun with his face. He's currently hoping enough of his father came through for a beard; there's little sign, but hope springs internal! After a few years in Sandpoint, Lukas got a tattoo of a linnorm twined in a circle on his left shoulder; he hasn't decided what to get for his other half yet. Lukas is overall a cheerful person and rarely seen without a smile, a surprise to some who know of how he came to be in Sandpoint. He tends to brush off such concerns with a smile and wave, saying, “It’s all good now, so no need to be all weepy now, eh?” Lukas is slow to anger and swift to please, and rare to turn aside a request unless it conflicts with a previous pledge of assistance, something he can be overtly apologetic for at times. However, it’s rare that the arrival of Shalelu in Sandpoint or a sudden work order from Savah won’t cause him to drop everything and dash off, begging forgiveness and leaving promises to make it up. Most of the rest of Sandpoint simply smiles and waves him off at this point; he’s a good boy, and they know where his loyalty lies. Background:
In another life, Lukas may have been one of the most famed steel-smiths of Northern Avistan. Born of the son of a fairly renowned smith, Harald Tongson, and Miriel Cuyarin, the daughter of an elven merchant, Lukas was apprenticed to the Tongson Smithy before he could walk. Thankfully, the boy took an interest in metal-work early on in life, and as quickly as he soaked in the lessons his father could teach him of the forge, it seemed inevitable that he would surpass his father’s talents. Then came that fateful night, when a remorseful Miriel informed Harald that the family had an emergency of sorts in the lowlands, and would be leaving in short order. She had great hopes of returning, however, and after much convincing; Harald gave a tearful blessing for her departure. It was only the morning after upon awakening that he learned Miriel had included Lukas in her travels.
Lukas knew nothing of this, only that ‘they were going away for a while’ and that he would see his father again ‘soon enough’. The small town they eventually settled in, Crying Leaf, seemed nice enough; it was a little warmer than he liked, and the smithies were not nearly as welcoming as the ones back home. But it was only for a short time, his mother told him, and then they’d all be home again. For a while, Lukas could believe it. Then the Dark Ones came, and with swords and fire left Lukas bleeding in the ruins of the small house his family had claimed, their bodies strewn about him. The noise of the slaughter attracted a nearby scout to investigate, only to find the raiding group being fended off by an ethereal Ulfen warrior. With the dark ones distracted, the scout was easily able to pick off the intruders, and with a ghostly escort, make it safely back to friendly lines. Though her appearances were few and far between in the days of the fighting to come, Lukas’ few solid memories of that time all held the sight of the tall blonde elf, be it bringing him something to eat, taking him along on short patrols, or simply sitting alongside him in comforting silence when the nights grew long and shadows filled with terrors. When the dark times faded, and the elf who’d served as his quiet guardian offered to take him with her, Lukas followed without a thought. The following years, thankfully, were much kinder to the growing half-elf. Settling down in Sandpoint, he was able to find a role in the community as an apprentice, and shortly thereafter an assistant to Savah Bevaniky at her armory. Between his working there and the precious few times the smithy Das Korvut will put up with him, he’d quickly returned to his prior form at the forge, and if between hammer blows he was sometimes caught singing a half-forgotten verse in Skald, or chatting to someone unseen over his shoulder, well, most excuse it as an expected oddity for a boy with that sort of unpleasantness in his past. But there is certainly good in these times as well, not the least of which when Shalelu’s meandering travels take her through Sandpoint once again, and him out into the wilds of Sandpoint’s Hinterlands in her footsteps. While it’s rarely more than a week before he returns to the day to day of smithy working back in Sandpoint, he can’t help but wonder what lies beyond the patrols paths he travels with his mentor. He thinks of the tales the smithies told back in Ivarstead, how one could walk the whole of Golarion and never find better steel among men. He imagines taking that step beyond the Hinterlands, and proving those boasts true. Who knows, maybe someday…
Crunch:
Lukas Halvson Half-Elf Oracle 1 CG Medium Humanoid (elf, human) Init +1; Senses low-light vision; Perception +6 -------------------- Defense -------------------- AC 15, touch 11, flat-footed 14 (+3 armor, +1 shield, +1 Dex) hp 9 (1d8+1) Fort +1, Ref +1, Will +2; +2 vs. enchantments Immune magic sleep; Resist elven immunities Weakness oracle's curses (haunted) -------------------- Offense -------------------- Speed 20 ft. Melee Light Shield Bash -2 (1d3+2/x2) and . . Shortspear +2 (1d6+2/x2) Ranged Light crossbow +1 (1d8/19-20/x2) Oracle Spells Known (CL 1): 1 (4/day) Protection from Evil, Bless, Cure Light Wounds 0 (at will) Stabilize, Mending, Mage Hand, Ghost Sound (DC 13), Detect Magic, Guidance -------------------- Statistics -------------------- Str 15, Dex 12, Con 13, Int 13, Wis 10, Cha 16 Base Atk +0; CMB +2; CMD 13 Feats Prodigy (Craft [armor], Craft [weapons]), Skill Focus (Perception) Traits Hero Worship (Shalelu) (Ex), Mentored (Craft [armor]) Skills Acrobatics -2 (-6 jump), Climb -1, Craft (armor) +8, Craft (weapons) +7, Escape Artist -2, Fly -2, Knowledge (local) +5, Knowledge (nature) +5, Perception +6, Perform (sing) +4, Ride -2, Stealth -2, Swim -1; Racial Modifiers +2 Perception Languages Common, Elven, Skald SQ elf blood, mysteries (ancestor), revelations (sacred council [3/day]) Other Gear Studded Leather Armor, Light steel shield, Light crossbow, Shortspear, Artisan's tools (Craft [armor]), Artisan's tools (Craft [weapons]), Backpack (13 @ 39 lbs), Bedroll, Belt pouch (2 @ 1 lbs), Candle (10), Flint and steel, Pot, Rope, Trail rations (7), Waterskin (2), Whetstone, 34 GP, 8 SP -------------------- Special Abilities -------------------- Elf Blood You are counted as both elven and human for any effect relating to race. Elven Immunities +2 save bonus vs Enchantments. Elven Immunities - Sleep You are immune to magic sleep effects. Haunted Retrieving stored gear is a Standard action or worse, dropped items land 10' away. Hero Worship (Shalelu) (Ex) +1 to AC vs attacks of opportunity. +1 vs foes threatening hero. Low-Light Vision See twice as far as a human in low light, distinguishing color and detail. Mentored (Craft [armor]) +1 to skill checks when making an aid another roll. Prodigy (Craft [armor], Craft [weapons]) Gain a +2 bonus on two Craft, Perform, or Profession skills. Sacred Council (3/day) (Su) As a move action, you can call upon your ancestors to provide council. This advice grants you a +2 bonus on any one d20 roll. This effect lasts for 1 round. You can use this ability a number of times per day equal to your Charisma bonus. 'A Brief Consultation': Lukas sighed, and with a disbelieving smile, waved a hand over the tattered hide in front of him. “And just what, do you suppose, am I supposed to make of that?” Ostog shook his head. “Mayhaps a cleaning rag? May well be of more use to the lass than what she’s asking.” Lukas raised an eyebrow at the hulking figure behind him, only to get an unapologetic shrug in return. “Don’t know what else to tell you, lad. I’m fair certain the leavings of wolves would give you more to work with than this.” He fired an unimpressed look back towards the front of the shop, where the subject of his grating was examining a finely crafted set of throwing daggers. “Most you might be able to make from this mess is a mistake.” Lukas chuckled, tracing a line along the more tattered edges. “Maybe Larz has some scraps I can borrow to help fill this out…” “Or you could just get a decent piece of leatherwork from him and fix it in the pricing son, like Savah told you! Why are you trying so hard to use this waste?” Ostag interjected loudly. Lukas hazarded a glance over his shoulder, but Savah and her customer hadn’t flinched. He reached out for his knife and to his surprise, only tapped against wood. Turning, he saw said knife to see it a good foot away from where he’d set in, under Ostag’s thumb. Lukas began to step forward only to have Ostag raise a hand. “Answer the question, lad.” Lukas smiled lightly. “That's Tanjah, you know, old man Viskalai’s daughter? This was from her first hunting trip, she got a fire-pelt, and she wants something for her pa out of it. I told her I’d make it something special, you know?” Ostag shook his head again, more warmly this time. “You keep your oaths true enough, lad. Just wish you’d sometimes bite off a bit less, you understand?” Tossing the blade back, the larger man walked forward and began gesturing to the hide himself. “Now look, you can’t expect to be making a full set of bracers out of this, it’s too torn up. Whoever skinned this should be taken to task for the waste. But there’s good fur here, and here. Now, you could fix up a good trim from that, you’ll just need some more hide to work it onto. Get it from Larz, and we’ll work out the rest, aye lad?” Lukas eyes lit up. “Of course, why didn’t I think of that? Then we can…” “All good in here, Lukas?” The half-elf jerked around to see Savah leaning against the doorway, looking about to see that yes, it was just him back here. Her eyes softened a bit, before repeating, “Need a hand with anything?” Lukas grinned sheepishly, running a hand across the back of his head. “Well, actually, I could use about six square of deer hide from Larz, if we could get that today. Any chance you can send a runner?” Savah nodded and eased her shoulder from the entry, glancing about once more before heading back out. “No problem, Luke. Just yell if anything else comes up.” Lukas leaned back against the work bench and chuckled lightly, before turning around and beginning to mark out his first cuts on the hide. He reached again for his knife, glad to feel this time it was where he’d left it, and as his traced along the first planned cut, muttered to the empty room, “I’d of figured that out before much longer, you know. But thanks.”
Congrats to everyone who made the cut, and thanks for the selection GM Beazy! Hoping for a good adventure for you all!
Looking in, looks like a lot of good options are posted. I don't envy the GM in
Hello everyone, hoping there's still time to put in an entry! Introducing Lukas Halvson, Half-Elf Oracle. I've got him set up with 20 point buy and average wealth as of now, but can adjust him as needed. Best of luck to everyone! |