He takes a sip of his wine and then holds the cup up. He pours some wine out into the nearest fire as tribute to the dead.
"Do either of you have a story of your travels? I'm sure you have travelled and seen things that I never have."
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Well then let me think… hmmm maybe this will do. I was traveling down to Briarton, just along the coast and a couple of days south of here. I stopped by the town's tavern to get a warm as it had been raining quite heavily for the past few hours. The locals looked startled to see me and one even went so far as to draw his dagger before the bar mistress gave him a look that made him timidly put it back. Knowing that it was stormy and I, a stranger had suddenly showed up carrying a scythe I realized I had probably given them a quite a scare. Ordering a cup of mulled wine I went and sat by the fire. I started to get warm after sitting there for a few minutes. The locals slowly started to go back to their business. That’s when Mary, the barkeep, came over to refill my mug. She asked if I helped people. At that I realized my appearance alone had not caused these people to be so jumpy. Asking her what the troubles might be I got the jist of the situation right away. A couple of the local girls had disappeared. It was known something had taken them as their homes had been broken into. Apparently a group of locals had already banded together to go find them. Sheena Fairview, age 18, musician; Arthur Cromwell, age 21, farmer; Peter Stonethrow, age 17, lumberjack; & Daniel Halfmoon, Age 20, hunter. I was told that if I hurried I might be able to catch up to them. I was given directions on how to get down to the sea via the rocky cliffs nearby. I went as fast as I could to catch up to these fellows. The weather forced me to go down the cliff trail slower then I would care for in that situation. When down on the beach I spent more time looking for where those men had went. In one of the lighting flashes, as the storm had gotten no better, I saw a glimmering on the rocks a bit down from me. It turned out to be a cave, laced with crystals. Finally out of the weather, I could see tracks that haven’t been erased by the wind and rain. I heard the sound of fighting from deeper in the cave. Moving into the cave I found a battle in progress. Two of the rescuers were down in heaps on the floor. The other two were fighting for their lives. Facing them was a muscled and mean hob, with his abomination of a dog on a chain lease in front of him. As well it seemed that he had four goblins with him, though only one was still standing. The dog you see, was foul and twisted, had most of its flesh was in some state of rot and its bones protruded from its flesh in boney spikes. I quickly slew the beast but Daniel Halfmoon took a dagger in the back at that very instant. The goblin that did that was quickly cleaved in twain by Stonethrow’s axe. Teaming up on the hob we caused him to bleed. Unfortunately he had a trick up his sleeve. Out from under his bracer shot a small poisoned blade that caused Peter Stonethrow to fall over with a painful groan. Judging the hobgoblin's physical condition, I called upon the power of Valdis and washed his life from his body. I then looked around at the battlefield and quickly realized that the others were beyond my power as they had already passed beyond the veil. After a quick search of the cave I found the girls battered but still alive, thanks to their rescuers. I helped them get back to town and then immediately went back to the cave. I spent the next few hours bringing the fallen back to their brethren. The weeping sky washed their bodies as I carried them home up the cliff path. The slain enemies were decapitated and thier heads were put upon pikes along the edge of town. The next day there was a heroes funeral and an appropriate monument was built in the town square. The villagers then went to the tavern where they were told the tale of the band of four and the crystal cave. For those that fell that day started that it as men and woman but ended it as heroes.
"I could if you like. But I will warn you, my tales are not always cheery. But if you would still like to hear one I would be happy to oblige you."
"Not as well as an uncle should. I spend much time in travel, adventure and religious duties."
I think its kind of funny that the spell casters are sitting in a room being excluded from the party. But the more pyshically inclined (jock like) are in the party. Spellcasting geeks unite! Maybe I will have my character break out a game of "Bureaucrats & Beancounters" TM.
"Yes. She is my sister. And what brings you both here? I imagine it is not the party."
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Taking Gaius' hand I say "Well met to you sir. I am Mortimer."
"I take it that you both are here to see the lord of the house?"
Spoiler: Spellcraft check for the wand use = 25
I thank the girls and ask their names (so I can thank them by name). I take a small selection of food and drink to be polite. Spoiler:
Though he does not eat or drink anything as he wears a ring of sustainace and is never hungry. (But he does enjoy smelling it.) I ask the porter to "Please inform the mistress of the house that I am here." Spoiler: I try to sense the mood of the house the other "guests" waiting with me. Sense motive (serving girls): natural 20 (23)
Nice starting set up. I like it. (Edit: Changed my characters age. Added 3 years to make it more plausible with the older sister with almost grown kid.)
I enter into the room looking at my new waiting companions. I meet their eyes and give them each a polite shallow bow.
Oh, how you tease. I wait in mistified mystery.
My character will also be looking for a job as he is pretty much broke. And by "pretty much" I mean "is". So he will be hanging out in bars, supply shops, checking with the city guards, and following rumours he hears. Also is there some way (by spell, ritual or otherwise) that he can receive visions of people his god has marked? It would add cool flavour and would make easy hooks for you (the DM). And for everyone else here is assurance that he will not be a stick in the mud nor try to kill you, your friends or your dog. In fact he likes animals... especially puppies.
Name: Mortimer "Mort" Timos (Archlich)
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I started my life in a simple manner. I worked at home even as a child and then later in the fields. I was the youngest of three children. My father ran the local adventurers shop so I would watch with excitement when the heroes would come to my father’s store to buy supplies (paying in gold!) and check the board that my father had up in his shop. My mother was a local washer woman and disapproved of me spending time around adventurers. My father taught me my letters but it was my mother that got me my job in the fields. Now my mother loved me dearly but she always seemed very concerned about the “corrupting influences of the sordid grave looters”. Our small town of Boarsgrove, so named for the population of local pigs, grew slowly in wealth as my childhood years went by. Jonus left for a year when he turned 16 to learn the art of trading with a caravan master who knew my father. My sister, Frya, blossomed into a beautiful woman. She was wooed by different suitors but eventually married a merchant who was a very minor noble. She moved away to live with him of course. When I was 16 some adventurers warned our town of an attack by some raiders. The adventurers said they were going to attack the raider’s camp but we should be ready if they didn’t stop them all. The town marshalled its defences and I was drafted into the militia. We waited and waited and then our dread became manifest as dusk came down on the town so too did the raiders. Humans and goblinoids charged. The battle was ugly and we were inexperienced but we were defending our homes. If you go to Boarsgrove you can see the memorial with the names of the fallen... including my grandfather, Ciree. As I was told, I was but a hairsbreadth from joining those on that list. I had taken a poisoned barbed goblin arrow high in my chest. I had a high fever and was in a coma for a week. When I awoke it took me another week to be on my feet. My wounds healed eventually but something in me had changed. I had strange dreams that would first only take me at night but later in the day as well. People believed I had been taken by a black mood but my mind simply could not get beyond the idea of death. Later I realized the dreams were in fact visions given to me by Death herself. That is how I came on to the path of my life. I am now a cleric of Valdis the Goddess of Death. I adventured for a while with some fellows who travelled through our area. We did the normal things, killing goblins, hunting wayward orcs and even we once took down a dire elk. The elk’s head we gave to a local lord, I believe his name was Temer Hansol, as a trophy and to this day it still hangs in his halls. Though I hear he tells the tale that he killed it on a hunt. Later I took up with the “Grim Quartet”. I never liked the name and they never explained why there were five of them… but I digress. With them I learned the usefulness of always carrying rope, a pole, a source of fire and antitoxin. Statistics
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Mortimer "Mort" Timos Male Human Cleric 6 Lawful Neutral Representing Archlich Strength 12 (+1) Dexterity 12 (+1) Constitution 12 (+1) Intelligence 12 (+1) Wisdom 17 (+3) Charisma 14 (+2) Size: Medium Height: 5' 9" Weight: 180 lb Skin: Light Eyes: Gray Hair: Black; Wavy; Average Beard Domains: Death & War
Light load:
Languages: Common, Celestial, Orc
Know Religion >=5 ranks gives +2 on turn/rebuke the undead. Zero-level Cleric spells: 5 per day First-level Cleric spells: 4 (3+1) per day +1 from a domain: Second-level Cleric spells: 4 (3+1) per day +1 from a domain: Third-level Cleric spells: 3 (2+1) per day +1 from a domain: Human:
Spontaneous Casting (heal) Turn Undead (5x/day) High wisdom gains bonus spells daily Domain choices give additional abilities Mortimer "Mort" Timos's Equipment: Darkvision Potion
+1 chain shirt
Morningstar
42 lbs of weight Extras:
Spoiler: Family tree Dakerious (Father)
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