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Medvidi nods, stretching his hands. Sharp nails appear from each finger, and the half-orc grins bestially.
Medvidi holds still, the evil chanting grating against his ears. "The Spirits tell me, this bad news," the half-orc whispers. "What should do?"
Medvidi begins to grin, nodding excitedly. "Yes, is good plan. Must stop killings before happens again," he agrees.
Medvidi shrugs. "Have not seen before," he admits, scratching his jaw. "But is not coincidence, no," the half-orc nods, trying to get a good understanding of how the map and how the locations may be relevant.
Medvidi winces slightly at Augustus' explanation. "Big mess, indeed," he agrees, nodding as he walks with his arms crossed over his broad chest. "Spirits will aid us," the half-orc says, determination glittering in his eyes.
I prefer Sacred Tattoo to the bite, honestly. And since Medvidi here is already playtesting Medium in a PbP, I'm not going to bother trying to change until after the fact. :)
MEDVIDI NOT GIVE UP INTIMIDATING FOR BITE OF ORC.
Medvidi grins at Nathaniel and Augustus. "Am Medvidi Medyom. But you can calling me 'Bear.' Of nice to be meeting you," he greets them in the same unusual accent, raising his mug to them. "Yes, come of with us to meet Teldiyan fellow," he states, taking a drought from his mug. However, his calm face and warm tone seem to evaporate when a bowl of stew is set down in front of the half-orc man. As his eyes seem to cloud over, he practically dives face-first into it, messily eating with abandon. Once the bowl is emptied, and he wipes his face off with a meaty paw, Medvidi's eyes seem to clear and he looks around as if nothing had happened. "You will come with, yes?" he continues.
When Medvidi comes upon the Rusty Dragon, he smiles contentedly, eager to drag his weary bones to find a nice seat and some good grub. He enters the inn, the calm smile still playing on his lips. "Greetings, comrades," he says to those gathered inside, his accent heavy and unusual for a half-orc.
Do HP as max 1st level, and 4 for d6, 5 for d8, and 6 for d10 after that. Fixed!
Medvidi takes the hint quickly, the voice in the back of his mind demanding he flee from their harsh looks. Without any fuss, he simply turns and exits the premises, looking for another inn to rest at until the evening.
Just making sure, how were we doing HP?
Medvidi clomps into town around midday, his strange tribal outfit (and the blade slung across his back) drawing the attention of those around. He almost immediately heads to one of Sandpoint's inns to rest after his trek. |