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No problem DM. Send me a PM if you ever reboot the campaign.
*pokes* DM?
Neemer approaches, stumbling around a little bit under the weight of all the gobbo gear he liberated. With a grunt he dumps it all on the ground, grabbing the alchemist fire vial, the climbing gear, and the yellow gem for himself. "Gobbo stuff!" he announces, gesturing at it. "Don't play that lute though, hehehe...it's stinky."
I'm back now guys, thank you.
Hey guys. I just received word that a very close friend and colleague of mine died last night. I may not be posting very much today, I'm sorry.
Neemer chortles happily when Garrlak finishes the fight. "Good job, guys and gals," he calls out to his fellow fighters. He searches the nearby goblin corpses for any valuables, as he is sure his fellows are as well.
Neemer, seeing that only one goblin remains, decides to let Garrlak have his fun. Holstering his light crossbow, he crosses his arms over his chest and cheers the bloodrager on. "Kill 'em Garrlak, eat him!"
Neemer sees the lizards fleeing and shouts, pointing them out to others, but he doesn't get a good enough look to tell what they are. Move action to reload, and using my standard as a second move action to move to the warchanter and check to see if I can recover the crossbow bolt.
Neemer gnashes his teeth in frustration as he misses. "Kill the noisy one in the dress!" he growls at his fellow kobolds. Spend move action to reload, standard to fire!
Neemer levels his crossbow at the warchanter. "I HATE THIS SONG!" he shouts as his bolt is fired.
Hey guys! Sorry for being incommunicado these past few days; I've been on Christmas vay-cay with my family without any internet access since last Wednesday. I'm back with a vengeance today, though - posting from the airport. As soon as I get home I'll get caught up on everything.
*cough* Hello? :)
"Ha! Stupid incompetent gobbos!"
"Stop the singer!" Neemer immediately screams. He moves five feet out of the door of the hut, spends his move action reloading his light crossbow, and fires at the newcomer goblin!
Move action: Stomp out the flames to protect the chief's hut from the fire! Standard action: Fire at the next-closest goblin who threw the alchemist's fire!
"Suck on this, facemuncher!" Neemer sneers at the goblin as he fires.
Neemer snorts derisively at the mention of the other elders.
Neemer makes sure Garrlak isn't looking at him directly before rolling his eyes.
Neemer nods. Investigating the last known kobold to speak with Splitscale seems the obvious first step. "It's wise to gather as much intel as we can before we visit the Center Swamp. Besides the dangerous local beasties, there's a risk of trapssss." He hisses the last word slightly.
"That's a stupid idea, you can't read them if they're burnt up!! We should dip the book in acid..." Neemer rubs his chin thoughtfully
Neemer blinks as he looks over the shoulder of whatever kobold is reading the diary. "Can anyone read that?" he asks.
Neemer instantly begins wracking his lizardy brain trying to remember every dangerous animal that normally inhabited the Central Swamp, imagining what could have possibly harmed a sorcerer of Splitscale's power.
Neemer slips in after Tarka and flashes Urzan a quick, uncomfortable smile that exposes all of his teeth.
"I'm glad to see the Chief gathering us for a counterattack. The stinky gobbo Facemunchers won't be held back by our traps forever." he nods in acknowledgement to Tarka.
Neemer slings his crossbow over his back and adjusts his beret over his purple headscales. "Very well, we can wait, I guess..." he mutters, looking unhappy about it.
I opted to drop the tail terror feat because the tail would be considered a manufactured weapon because of the attachment, and that doesn't synergize well with my eventual build. I swapped it out for Extra Rage. My full build can be seen on my character screen. I know exactly what you're talking about, and it's frustrating that they don't interact that way! Neemer's ready for action, commander.
I could see Neemer making good use of that thing if he ever became proficient with it.
Alright, Neemer's level 2 and ready. Role and Description:
Role: Scout, Tracker, Ranged Attacker, and Monster Knowledge Specialist. Primary Skills: Survival, Heal, Knowledge (Anything monster related), Perception
Description: Neemer likes to wander far, and has excellent senses. He's also a survivalist, able to live off the land on his long forays away from home. He "found" a small human child's hat a year ago that he has taken to eternally wearing on his head because it fits him. It resembles a green beret. He thinks it looks great. He's purple-scaled and only about 2'6" tall, with long narrow fingers. Background: Neemer's small size and weak limbs as a young kobold led to him getting beat up a lot. Now, as an adult kobold, he wants to return the favor. He's ingratiated himself (partially due to the unusual purplish color of his scales) with the Chief's good graces, and serves him by tracking down dissenters to his rule and silencing them. He takes a lot of pride in his work, believing that it furthers the Drake Fang Clan's march toward being a civilization in its own right - as Apsu wills for all kobolds and scaleykind. Alignment: LN.
Any room left for Detective Neemer Kresh, Inquisitor Extraordinaire? I built him for an earlier campaign, so I'd have to level him down to 2, but he's good to go otherwise!
"I have traveled the orc lands, and seen the interactions of their tribes. I do not think very many of them would think twice at the opportunity for a profitable raid. By the time they notice us attacking them on the battlefield, their bloodlust will be up anyway. It's a good plan, my Lord." Neemer nods as he finishes talking.
Checking in, still here, just listening.
"Brilliant idea, Mighty One!" Neemer replies smoothly, smiling up at the Chief. "I would support it wholeheartedly - were it not for the Tiefling King. Rumors say that he is a wily one. We would be best served by intimidating him into submission with Luemoth's might, rather than trying to trick them with lies of our powers, yes?"
"The cleverer humans will learn to respect and awe at the Luminious One's power, as we do," Neemer comments, thoughtfully. "Can any but the terminally foolish deny it?"
Well, I'm glad you don't mind! :)
Oh, sorry about that then.
Character List:
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GREEN
Neemer crosses his arms. "Tiefling kings is tricksy! We don't want them to take advantage of us, do we? We need skilled kobolds who know the outsiders' ways!" "With some muscle to back it up and show that we are strong," he adds, elbowing his brother for emphasis.
"I can identify every monster's greatest weakness, and strike at the soft spots in their armor where others die in waves! I could track a falcon on a cloudy day, and no settler's lying tongue can trick my ears!" Neemer shouts proudly.
Neemer smiles, his eyes remaining fixed on the cheerers. "I am Inquisitor Kresh, Brother Grigg. Nice to meet you face to face at last."
Yeah, don't take my completed profile as me assuming that I'll get in. I just felt like fleshing it out since Pathfinder character creation takes awhile.
Equipment: You will be given a lot less starting wealth than the average 4th level adventurer and will be allowed a maximum of 1 item with a +1 magical engagement. However you can have as many masterwork items as you can afford. Does the +1 magic item count against our gold total? What IS our starting gold? That's all that I have left to finish in my profile. :)
Without taking his stern gaze off of the rambunctious kobold cheerers, Neemer calmly replies, "I'd rather drink of the waters from surface springs than taste of Luemoth's wrath, Grigg. These fools risk the retribution of the Luminous One. I threaten them for their own good."
Neemer unslings his masterwork crossbow and levels it at the cheering kobolds. The crowd between him and the overenthusiastic ones clears, opening a wide path for his crossbow bolt to fly through if he pulls the trigger. Wordlessly, once the crowd moving away from the weapon gets the attention of the worshipers, Neemer will hold one finger to his lips in a "shush" gesture.
Neemer Kresh stays near Dragoor, but not within arm's reach - his brother could really see red when his blood was up. He glances around at all the other kobolds making a fuss, and holds his tongue for now. His time to prove himself will come, and he will be brought along without having to raise his voice. Neemer Kresh hates raising his voice.
Dragoor, Neemer's elder brother, inherited all the size and strength of the family and left none for him. Neemer, meanwhile, got the brains. The two purple kobold brothers were as different as can be, but both strove to serve the Chief and the Blue Dragon God in their own ways. While Dragoor stayed behind, relishing the attention and respect of the other kobolds who looked up to his strength and raw power, Neemer left, and wandered far afield, learning all he could of the outside world. Neemer still returns home every time (Kobolds don't last long as individuals), and he still has high regard for his older brother, though he does resent the adulation he receives sometimes.
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