Morbihan Flèche's page

Borax looks at Kitoro and snorts, "Go in as individuals? Insane....

Your suggesting, however, was disappointedly selfish...

Perhaps your memberships was a mistake?

I honestly can't understand how you don't see that as antagonistic to other Players. We either ignore you, which doesn't seem immersive, or we all descend into the same level of interaction.

Personally I don't want to spend the next 3 months playing alongside a Character that I'd smile to see catch a crit to the face. But if everyone else is fine with it, then Han will return to Absalom.

Han steps forward, his form shimmers and he appears as himself, but with a dangerous look in his eye. His sword is still sheathed by his side.

"Apologise to the lady or return to Absalom. I will not take another step in this endeavour beside you while you carry on like a spoiled child. Your manners betray you for what you are."

I'll be honest, if Borax is going to be rude and antagonistic for the whole adventure, then I think I am in the wrong group.

Ignoring the overly clean human, Han looks around the group, then addresses the fox lady.

"There you have it. We are a travelling circus. Strongman, beast tamer, entertainer, mystic, acrobat, and of course clown."

With that the elf touches his cap again, changing his appearance to a slim gnome dressed in tight fighting bright red & green clothes, a large throwing blade stuck through his belt. He bunches his legs, then launches himself into a double back flip.......

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Acrobatics: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (5) + 11 = 16

Thus far keeping to the background, standing unnaturally still, a slim elf, dressed in light clothing and a cloak, steps forward. Strapped to his waist is a curved bladed sword with an ornate hilt. The fingers of his left hand unconsciously caress the pommel gently and lovingly.

His voice is quiet, almost shy, "I know a little of the Aspis Consortium's operations in this area, but no more than has already been said".

He nods his head in greeting, before continuing, "Apologies, I missed the introductions, My mind was on other matters. I am Morbihan Flèche, an elf from the frozen lands in the north. Please call me Han", he smiles, " it is easier on the tongue." The name may be recognisable to some of you. When not needed by the Society, Han fights in the Absalom arena as a gladiator.

He shrugs, and steps backwards. His movements are graceful, like a dancer. "Sadly, I have no skill other than with sword and spell in combat. However, I can support whatever you wish to do with some small magics." He touches his fingertips to his hood, and his body shimmers and shrinks, becoming that of a small elderly halfling woman, dressed in a leather apron, a short blade for gutting fish strapped to her waist.

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Know. Local: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 5 + 2 = 17
Inside Knowledge Boon: +2 on K. Local vs Aspis Consortium

Activated Cap of Human Guise

And dipping for the line in the final stretch, we have a sixth :-)

OK, cool.

Signing in for this too.