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Now I'm picturing you too playing tennis with an orc, just knocking him back and forth. On the thing about tanks, I'm more of an interogator, to be honest. Kind of the utility that we may itherwise be missing with melee focused characters being the majority of the group.
Michael nods and hands over his sword, a wickedly curved scimitar in the shape of a crescent moon. It has the slight hum of magic to it, as well as the spherical pommel displaying the current phase of the moon. He presents it layed across both palms. This sword is sacred to my people. I trust you will treat it with respect. He also unhooks his breastplate and hands it over as well, leaving him with a simple undershirt and his dark blue robes. Lastly is his crossbow, handed over still folded. The sword is already kept in immaculate condition, while the armor and corssbow are treated slightly less reverently, they're still well cared for, neither being used very often of having taken much damage at all.
Michael is a pleasant and polite conversationalist, hopefully trying to become good friends with the group. Comraderie is important. When they arrive at the fort, he nods politely to the captain. Thank you for your hospitality. We should be on our way tomorrow morning. Michael leads his horse and anyone else's into the stables before checking out the quarters.
"Young sir, I can guarantee you that the spirits of any dead orcs are in the lower planes being doled out their just punishment for their crimes against nature." Having been informed of the horses, and very aware of his lack of training on them, he took some advice and brought his a couple of sugar cubes to offer his as they begin to set out, things packed away in the saddles. He waits to watch other people getting on theirs first before copying their movements, not wanting to admit he is new at this. It wasn't his fault catfolk were fast on their own. They rarely used horses.
I don't have any ride skills, but I do have teamwork feats, so flanking and being close to another melee character is definitely good for me. I'm more utility than melee in most senses.
Quick question: In this setting, are Orcs genetically and irredeemably Evil with a capital E? It seems like that kind of game. Most of us seem a bit bloodthirsty for being "good" aligned, so that may be important for our collective conscience.
The Paige is somewhat confused to find that he's sent to the edge of a forested area near town and is delivering his scroll to a hammock about 10 feet up into a tree, as well as to the lion like man that's in it. A short time later, Michael is quietly padding through the square, admiring the gleaming churches and statues of the less naturalistic religions. His hands(paws?) are folded gently behind his back, and he watches their introduction with marked curiosity, leaving questions to the others. He smiles and greets the others, shaking hands politely. "Michael Telroth. Pleased to meet you."
I think that kinda depends on where the campaign starts. It seems that we just very recently got to the front lines as volunteers. Michael's equipment is kind of tied into his backstory, so it probably wouldn't work for me. Others maybe.
Yeah, you just have to make another campaign and link it in recruitment.
Salutations!
Well that's a happy ending! I look forward to playing with you all.
I'm still not certain that that isn't the case. Not that it really matters for me, the only one I qualify for is combat casting.
And is that only if we're taking a feat relying on it, or do we just get the feat if we have the score?
Here is my submission (from ♣️♠️Magic♦️♥️). I'd been looking for a good place to play an Inquisitor character, and I think he came out really great. Decided against using a template, as I prefer to stick with one class and stay leveled in it. I'd love critique and suggestions from anyone, not just the GM.
He raises a slight eyebrow as if to call into question their lack of 'nice' animals, but jerks his head towards the door anyways. "Mabel and Parson are hitched to the tree outside trimming the grass. Parson's grey and Mable's the Clydesdale." He sets the sack on the table and hands a bottle and some bread and meat to Cal. He takes some for himself and sits, stretching his knees out wide and leaning back onto only the back two legs of the chair. What he intends to do with what remains in the sack and the few bottles next to it on the table is yet to be stated, giving rise to the question of whether or not the doctor and Drake would think Michael has claimed them enough to be provided for or not.
"Heh. Mable is one of my horse's name too. Small world." Michael, while being usually gruff and unpersonable smiles at the happenstance as he returns from their cart with a couple loaves of bread and some dried meat in a sack in one hand and several brown bottles in the other. Apparently he isn't against beer for breakfast. Maybe he's one of those people that rarely drinks water on account of the superstition that malific entities can reside in it. Or maybe he /knows/ they can. Either way it would seem he prefers these spirits to those.
Michael has already gone back out to the tilted caravan to get some breakfast for himself and Cal.
"Big scally thing. Maybe a dragon. Took one of ours in the swamp on the way here. Made a replacement, but it won't last long. Probably won't take the trip back. Need a new one."
"You guys got a wagon wheel around here somewhere?" Michael enters back into the cave, wiping his hands on a rag from where he had been inspecting the caravan.
"Need a watch. I'll take first. Then doctor, Cal, Drake. Questions?" Michael takes charge, being the alpha type he is and not wanting to go through the semantics of who goes when. And he wasn't about to go without a watch in this place after all they'd gone through.
Michael looks to the doctor, Cal, and Drake to see if they notice anything off too.
"Mm." Michael grunts in affirmation of their destroying the creatures. He observes a strange occurrence on the face of one of the mages. He rubs his eyes, having already wiped the mud and black gunk off of his claws and loading a couple more bullets into the chambers on their way back up. "Should sleep here tonight. Not up for driving. Need to replace that wheel too.
Claw 1
Michael takes another couple swipes at the mud creature. I really want a beer...
Michael steps in quickly [5 foot] to get behind the elemental, swinging at it with claws.
Michael shoots the spider and moves in to flank the snake with the Doctor unless that would provoke anything as he engages his claws.
I don't have anything to aoo with, then. Claws have to be engaged.
Perception
Michael lights his bomb on his torch and throws it towards the snake.
Michael will throw the doors wide once everyone signals that they're ready.
"Can't we just go in and kill them?..."
"You can make fire, can't you? I thought all of you could make fire."
Michael nods, wanting to get things underway.
Michael nods.
Michael regards the room and goes to the door, but doesn't open it yet, waiting for everyone to be ready.
Michael cares not for such things and continues on.
Michael has a torch in the holster on his hat, looking around warily.
"S'go then."
"I'm good if anyone else wants to take it."
"I assume nothing in there is worth more to you than your health?"
"Then you get to redeem yourself."
"Good. Now we know what to do."
"So kill things and you get to sleep?"
"Oh. Why not now?"
He moves the cart closer, but not right up next to them.
"Hoods."
"May be the town, hope to God."
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