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Hello Brothers, This is Bilbo Bang-Bang. I will soon be joining the Kill-Team and be charged with the protection of your gene-seed and maintaining your health on the field of battle. I look forward to the coming battles with the forces of Chaos and the invasive Xenos.
Added Profession: Gladiator
Name: Marcus Adarian
Background/Appearance/Personality:
Standing just under 6 feet tall and weighing 190 pounds Marcus strikes an intimidating visage. Wearing the scars of battle like badges of honor, he strides through life with confidence. When dressed for battle he carries weapons of not often seen outside the arena's. Armed with trident and net he is a master of controllng his opponents. His armor a mix of pieces he has found most suitable to his style of fighting. Wearing a shirt of chain, an arm of gleaming brass plated steel scales, and a skirt of studded leather he is able to move with speed and precison of a jungle cat. In battle all there is is life or death. No tactic is to be shunned. But, with honor comes mercy and a willing surrender will be met with acceptence.
Character Sheet: Marcus Adarian Male Human (Taldan) Fighter (Brawler, Gladiator) 1 NN Medium Humanoid (human) Init +5; Senses Perception +0 -------------------- Defense -------------------- AC 20, touch 13, flat-footed 17 (+7 armor, +3 Dex) hp 12 (1d10+1) Fort +3, Ref +3, Will +1 -------------------- Offense -------------------- Speed 30 ft. Melee Dagger +4 (1d4+3/19-20/x2) and . . Gladius +4 (1d6+3/19-20/x2) and . . Net +2 () and . . Trident +2 (1d8+3/x2) Ranged Poisoned sand tube +4 (special) -------------------- Statistics -------------------- Str 16, Dex 16, Con 13, Int 10, Wis 10, Cha 12 Base Atk +1; CMB +4; CMD 17 Feats Exotic Weapon Proficiency (Net), Net Adept, Performance Weapon Mastery, Two-weapon Fighting Traits Indomitable Faith, Reactionary Skills Acrobatics +1, Climb +5, Escape Artist +1, Fly +1, Intimidate +5, Ride +1, Stealth +1, Survival +4, Swim +1 Languages Common SQ Piecemeal Armor Proficiency Combat Gear Chain shirt, Dagger, Gladius, Net, Poisoned sand tube, Scale, arm piece, Studded leather, leg piece, Trident; Other Gear Backpack, masterwork (empty), Belt pouch (empty), Blanket, Trail rations (5) -------------------- Special Abilities -------------------- Net Adept May treat a net as a one-handed weapon Performance Weapon Mastery All weapons you are proficient with act as if they had the performance quality Piecemeal Armor Proficiency A gladiator using piecemeal armor is considered to be wearing a suit of armor as long as he wearing two or three armor pieces, gaining the +1 to armor bonus but still taking the +5% chance of arcane spell failure if the pieces are mixed.
Character Sheet for Marcus:
Marcus Human Cavalier (Emissary) 1 CG Medium Humanoid (human) Init +1; Senses Perception +1 -------------------- Defense -------------------- AC 11, touch 11, flat-footed 10 (+1 Dex) hp 12 (1d10+2) Fort +4, Ref +1, Will +1 -------------------- Offense -------------------- Speed 30 ft. Melee Heavy Shield Bash +4 (1d4+3/x2) and . . Lance +4 (1d8+4/x3) and . . Light flail +4 (1d8+3/x2) and . . Rapier +4 (1d6+3/18-20/x2) Special Attacks Star's Challenge +1 (1/day) -------------------- Statistics -------------------- Str 16, Dex 13, Con 14, Int 10, Wis 12, Cha 14 Base Atk +1; CMB +4; CMD 15 Feats Mounted Combat, Ride-by Attack, Spirited Charge Traits Killer, Rescued (Shalelu) (Ex), Sacred Touch Skills Acrobatics +6, Diplomacy +6, Heal +5, Intimidate +6, Ride +5, Sense Motive +5 Modifiers +0 Ride while riding your bonded mount., Star's Skills Languages Common SQ Animal Companion Link Combat Gear Heavy steel shield, Lance, Light flail, Rapier, Scale mail; -------------------- Special Abilities -------------------- +0 Ride while riding your bonded mount. (Ex) Cancel your armor check penalty of -0 while riding your mount. Animal Companion Link (Ex) You have a link with your Animal Companion. Killer Add weapon's critical modifier to its critical bonus damage. Mounted Combat Once per round you can attempt to negate a hit to your mount in combat. Rescued (Koya) (Ex) +1 vs foes threatening rescuer. Ride-by Attack You can move - attack - move when charging mounted. Sacred Touch You were exposed to a potent source of positive energy as a child, perhaps by being born under the right cosmic sign, or maybe because one of your parents was a gifted healer. As a standard action, you may automatically stabilize a dying creature mer Spirited Charge Double damge when making a mounted charge (triple with a lance). Star's Challenge +1 (1/day) (Ex) +1 to damage target, -2 AC vs. others when used, +1 to all saves while threatening your target. Star's Skills +1 (Ex) +1 to Knowledge (Religion) checks relating to chosen faith. I have a little shopping to do, but mechanically feats, ect. it is all there for your review. For flavor in my backstory I put Koya as my savior, but if selected would like to use the benefit of being saved by the other NPC.
Backstory:
Cheliax produces many breeds of man. Some are corrupt beyond redemption, others strive to save the soul of their empire, and then there the men who strike out on their own to seek a life of adventure and fortune. Marcus Adarian is one such man. Son of a Cheliaxian officer, the boy had the chance to see much of the Inner Sea in his youth. Sailing about the empires holdings and seeking trade routes to the furthest reaches of the world, Marcus soon learned there were ways far different than those had grown up with in his homeland. Halflings need not be despised and devils were not to be dealt with. Secretly, these were the teachings of his father. Though unable to express these feelings openly, Marcus' father was sure his boy came believe in them as well. Then came the fateful day that would forever change his life. Putting into port near Alkenstar, the crew of there ship suddenly turned Marcus' father and the marines whom stood by him. His father had been betrayed and outed for his revolutionist sympathies. Shoving his son over board, the brave man laid man upon man till he was struck down by some unseen assailant. As life drined from hi eyes the old worry cracked a grim smile as he made the image of his only son standing upon the shore. Seein his father fall to a blast of magic he knew to be of infernal origin, Marcus quickly sought cover. Making his way overland to Alkenstar and the safety of the Mana Waste, Adarian decided that his only hope would be to put his military training to use in the cities army. Now a member of the 36th Rifles, Marcus quickly rose in promience and experience. After some years of fighting Alkenstar's many enemies, Marcus came to the conclusion it would be time to make his way in the world again. Grabbing up his gear and bidding his comrades farewell the man was once more on the road. Boarding a vessel bound for Varisia, Marcus wondered what may lay ahead of him in a land so near home... Traits:
Indomitable Faith, Reactionary,Campaign Trait? TBD Crunch: Unnamed Hero
Human (Chelaxian) Gunslinger (Musket Master) 1 NG Medium Humanoid (human) Init +5; Senses Perception +6 -------------------- Defense -------------------- AC 14, touch 14, flat-footed 10 (+3 Dex, +1 dodge) hp 12 (1d10+2) Fort +4, Ref +5, Will +3 -------------------- Offense -------------------- Speed 30 ft. -------------------- Statistics -------------------- Str 12, Dex 16, Con 14, Int 10, Wis 14, Cha 15 Base Atk +1; CMB +2; CMD 16 Feats Dodge, Gunsmithing, Mobility, Rapid Reload (Musket) Traits Indomitable Faith, Reactionary Skills Acrobatics +7, Bluff +6, Climb +5, Intimidate +6, Perception +6, Survival +6 Languages Common SQ Deed: Deadeye, Deed: Quick Clear, Deed: Steady Aim, Grit --------------------
Will have character up tomorrow.
62,000 GP for a level 10 character, D-Kai.
Dotting for hero side. Thinking a Cavalier Human. Will work on the fella and get him up soon.
Think I am going to put forth a human cavi instead of a small fry. This is the profile I will be using once character creation is done. This is Bilbo Bang-Bang.
I am going to have to withdraw from consideration, but thank you for the chance.
Background:
Born the son of lower ranking noble, Marcus learned quick that more can be accomplished through one's on deeds than the strength of name alone. Rapidly ascending the ranks of his order the young priest-knight set about ridding his lord's highway's of bandits then his forest of monsters. The hawk like visor unrelenting courage struck fear into the hearts of orcs and ogres alike. Not content to rid one kingdom of beast the knight soon struck out on the road raising armies and casting down oppression. Mattering not if it were a simple farming community or the ramparts of Lastwall, Marcus tilted and enemies fell.
Upon hearing of the plight of far off Dalaston he again hefted his sword and shield, closed his visor, and raised his banner. Those who would stand before his charge would meet their end upon spell and mace. Personality:
Every bit the classic image of the daring knight, Marcus is more freebooting than most. Charasmatic and tough as nails. Willing to take up a cause for the sake of glory alone. I see him as more of an in between character. Some battle skill matched to divine aid. Crunch: I was thinking a Cavalier at first, but upon further thought decided that the Crusader or Evangelist Cleric Archetype from the UC would be a better choice. So Cleric it will be. IU am going to go for heavy armor as one his feats. I will use this profile as the end result, but as of right now it is not up to date. I will fill out the full build if selected.
As Elon takes the lead on this conversation, Marcus listens intent on the man's response.
"Well, I'm not sure that the this little bit of info has done more than give us even more work to look into. Toby....? Phew, who knows. It could be a son, maybe. Perhaps something has happened to the lad or maybe he's done something." Taking another swig from his mug , Marcus sits back in his seat and calls out to the bar keep, "Tell yer brewer that this is one of the finest I've had." Wiping the foam from his lips, the warrior cast a long eye on the proprietor for a moment feeling that he has seen this man before. "Barkeep. Could ya come and chat a while?"
"Too true, my friend, too true. Tell me if you find anything that might allude to why we had to give up that bit of us. I'd also like ya to be sliding a little closer to the wall. Can't be too cautious when issues like these abound."
"I think it wise to stick to an ale. I have a bit of fury in me with stronger drink, hahaha. Been known to take things out of context if ya will." Marcus gives his friend a wink and finds a table in the corner. Elon hears Marcus greeting other customers in a booming voice as he moves across the tavern.
Whispering to Elon,Marcus says,"I think we might be a little under dressed for a place like this, hehehehe."
With slap on the back, Marcus says"Lead the way in that case,hahaha!"
"In my experience, dives are best avoided unless ya want sock someone in the nose. Your right about the time, too. Hmmmm...let's just wait for them near the swanky joint. Those rich types love a good gladitorial tale, hahaha. We may get off without paying a copper."
"Now that sounds like the best idea I've heard all day,friend. We'll discuss the strangeness of what has taken place here when there are fewer ears about." Glancing around as he stands,marcus hefts his trident back into its familiar position resting across his shoulders. "Well, lets go find these other fellows."
Pricking his finge and letting the blood drop into the vial, Marcus smiles and says,"I doubt this is not the last I'll drop on this little adventure."
"Well I have no doubts if ya say it is what we have to do, Elon. I've been pricked by worse,hahaha." Thrusting his hand out and smiling,Marcus waits to see what happens.
Having never been the best at sizing people up, Marcus is none te less intrigued as to why someone would need such subatances. "My dear, I too am curious as to why you make such request. These things you ask are a bit extreme, don't you think." he says raising an eyebrow for emphasis.
After sharing a laugh with Sybil over her flirtacious response, Adarian follows her to the square. Glancing around as is the habit of one who lives and dies by tactical advantage, Marcus decides he will simply squat near this engaging lass as she relates her tale. As he listens to what she has to say Marcus takes note that she is a rather handsie lady. Not really caring as gladiators,free and forced alike,are used to being handled by all manner of beings. "Well,my dear, what exactly is it that you need of us? We understand the orbs affect great many things in this berg. Any idea s to who might have sought to control them all?"
Seeing that this lass seems to be rather easy to get along with, Marcus lets the prongs of his ornate weapon drop into the dirt in front of him. Resting his hands on the rounded end cap of the haft, he leans forward and says, "Depends on whether that big fella back there is the mister or not." finishing with a good natured wink. "I am Marcus Adarian, of Taldor and my friend skulking around beind me is Elon Shabin. We have been informed that some funny business has been happening with some rather precious orbs....standing up straighter and brushing his his red cape from his shoulders, he continues,and as luck would have it we happen to be in the problem solving business. A man by the name of Mr. Graves summoned us to this beautiful town in hopes that we might be of service to you. So I suppose the question really is what can we do for you?"
Returning Elon's somewhat questioning glance with a smile, hearty laugh and a slap on the back, Marcus follows his friend toward this booming voice. "Sounds like my kind of woman, buddy, hahahah." One arm resting on the haft of his trident laying across his shoulders and the other lazily swinging in the air as he strides up to the stall with his friend, Marcus looks about flashing as presentable a smile as a hulking,scarred pit fighter can.
"Elon, I seek to challenge myself aganist the strongest in the world. My master is the one who gave me a scroll telling me of this place and so I here I am." the gladiator finishes with a large smileand slap on Elon back.
"Hold up there, Elon. I'll be comin' with ya. I think that we should at least follow the other fellas advice on this one. We'll see if there are any fans of the arena in these parts and see if we can work some that adoration our way, hahaha." Hefting his trident over his shoulder follows after his new friend.
"It might be an idea to be splitting up to go check a couple of these leads as quickly as possible. Hey Argius,we working for you folks in an official capacity or this off the books. A letter of authority might help ease the mind of the locals,eh. A ragtag group like this has a way of freaking people out a bit. Well, at least in towns without a gladitorial arena that is. You get all manner of freaks running around those towns. HAHAHAHA!"
"So straight to the point, Archaouss. I admire that sort of approach to life. No wondering what it is a person really means."
"And are there any areas of town we should be avoiding with the state of things as they are. Hot tempers, charlatans,and zealots tend to flare up at times like these. I'd rather avoid any angy mobs if at all possible. My fame in the arena has only brought me the slightest celebrity, but I do have some knowledge of how angry mobs work. We will need to be winning the favor of the locals quickly if we are to be getting anything other than suspicion."
"Indeed, Elon, indeed. I have learned something from every man that I have ever fought. My greatest experience came in the form of a bout with a halfing slave-warrior in Cheliax. Being that he was such a tiny creature I figured the match would be quick and I ould be the victor. It took that small man all of 6 seconds to make a fool of me with his net and dagger. I would have died that day were it not for my popularity and the my status as a free man. I became his student and learned the use of the very weapon he used to defeat me. From that day on I under estimate no one." Stretching out a bit and placing his hands behind his head, headds, "Besides, I sould stand to learn more about using my fist. Not every combat is supposed to be as real as it seems in the arena."
Casting a glance toward Agira, Marcus realizes that theyoung lady believes the workout could lead to real violence and says, "Worry not young lady. I am well trained in both hurting and not hurting others. Beside that, my net is the only tool which I would be using. It offers the potential for harm, but harm of its own. Elon, I am ready at all times In fact, I often train three times a day. I will be available when you need."
Perking up at the mentioning of a sparring partner,Marcus says, "I'd be more than happy to work with you, Elon. I like to keep my skills up as much as possible. You get to know a man far better in the ring than anywhere else." Smiling he sits back and continues to munch on an apple.
Always ready to enjoy a drink and company of someone new being that in his trade old friends are in short supply, Marcus says in his booming voice, "I am sure that should be fine, Elon. I, for one, would be most willing to take the warmth of a pub and good company."
That sounds fair enough, LF. I think that should be fine. Have yourself a great Christmas, too.
Taking what Argius says in, he rubs his chin then says,"We came all this way to take care of business, friend. I am sure these other men are men of action, as am I. This Sybil, is she the head of merchants guild or something of that nature? Either way, we'll find her and see if we can't get some information out of her as soon as the others you mentioned arrive." Glancing over at the other two men in the room he adds, "In the mean time I believe we have some time to get acquainted."
Seeing that the other two men seem to have things in hand when it comes to the questions, Marcus continues to listen and enjoy his food. Raising his eye brows at the accusatory rant of the lady, Marcus chuckles and says,"I guess you'll think better than to make her cross again,Argie, hahaha."
Having fought against and with creatures and humanoids of all types, Marcus is not shocked to see the dark elf enter the hall. With a smile he says, "Got ya a letter, too, I see." Glancing at the tool of the assassian being held by the elf, he adds "Interesting choice of tool you choose to carry there, my friend. Last time I had the misfortune to see one... or rather, experience the effects of one of those pea shooters I was about to put an end to a prized drider in an arena in Nidal. Hit the floor before I knew what happened. Guess some folks prefer to not play the rules." he finishes with a chuckle. "I've been known to use a dirty trick or two in my day as well." Pulling a small tube from his belt, he continues "Can't tll ya how many times this little beauty has saved my hide. Filled with a fine sand. Blow it in your opponent's eyes and gives ya the time to set yourself up a bit better." Realizing he has forgotten is manners, he says [b]"Sorry to talk your ear off without so much as a name. Marcus Adarian, king of the arena.And who might you be?"
Raising an eyebrow at the small man rushing toward him, Marcus chuckles a little at the man's exhaustion and commitment to schedules. "Mister, I think you need to relax a little,hahaha. I'm sure this Graves person will not be terribly burdened by a couple of minutes." Deciding this must be the man whom he was looking for, Marcus follows taking in his surroundings. Always on the lookout for trouble, the warrior is happy to arrive at the temple without incident. Admiring the beauty of the stone work as they move through the structure, Adarian feels rather at ease in this place. Leaning his trident against the wall,Marcus picks up a piece of fruit, cutting a small piece off with his dagger, and tasting it for any peculiar notes. Reponding to Arguis' comment, he says with a wink "Don't keep me waiting too long, Arguis."
Hello! Be prepared to patch me up on the regular, haha. Marcus is a go for the glory type.
At the scarred man's announcement,Silna gives an approving nod and a "Hrmph." of agreement. The stoic visage on his face show a countenance of respect for one who has weathered the worst of storms.
With a slight nod of his head, Silna adds,"Suburo."
Clapping Beecroft on the shoulder with a larger hand, he says with what appears to be an attempt at a smile,"I look forward to this contest. I must now ensure you make it till then, hahaha!" and with that he turns to face the mosaic man. "When do we depart? I am sure every moment we spend in this place time conspires to defeat us."
Narrowing his eyes at Beecroft's snide remark, Suburo says,"I'll bring down as easily as I would any man as frail as yourself. If it can affect this world, I can affect it."
"I need only know the way to this man and my sword will end this problem in but a single stroke." the hulking Tian says with an aire of supreme confidence.
A large Tian enters the courtyard looking about as he does at those gathered. Bowing slightly he says, "I apologize for my late arrival, but my command was not quick in my release from the front. We were attacked by some bizarre creatures shortly after the message to arriveat this place was recieved. I am Suburo Silan. Now that I am here why is that I have been summoned?"
This is Bilbo's Barbarian. I have a long baackstory written up and will post it if you want me to, but the Cliff noted version is as follows; Crewnark is a powerful warrior hailing from the Realm of the Mammoth Lords. Coming up in a harsh environment under constant attack by orcs, Technic League minions, and the White Witches, Crewnark trained long and hard to counter their magic. After defeating a powerful orc warlord he claimed the monsters weapon as his own. After being plaqued by dreams of strange beast and places he has never heard of, the village shaman so him a bird carrying a message and a map. Crewnark takes this as the only to answer the questions raised by the dream visions. |