No reason you can't have a Fighter and Barbarian in the same group :)
This alias is my Barbarian WIP.
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Nelrem definitely needs to put down the quill and take up the sword again, looking forward to going through the actual AP.
"Vors Malcroft. The pleasure is mine. By all means sit, eat and drink with me tonight, I welcome everyone's company." he pauses for contemplation. "I cannot accept your offer of a free meal, as I am in no need for such charity, but I would gladly share a meal with you tonight. Please do have a seat young man. Is there a story behind those eyes trying to peek it's way out? I must say I'm curious now."Vors shrugs. "I'm afraid I'm not much of a tale teller. I brought my little sister Evelina up to enjoy the fair. We live in a small farming community about a day south of here. And while I do not follow Desna, I wanted to be here for the opening of the new temple. It's important for a community to have a spiritual center. I want Evie to enjoy herself. We...well, life has been...difficult of late." He trails off here, looking mildly uncomfortable. Nelrem Nods to Vors, not pressing the issue. [b]"There has been many of those stories floating around as of late, about time we get a symbol such as this to give the people something to grab a hold of. I'm not a religious man myself, but I can appreciate the new temple myself on a few different levels." "So, what's this Evie like?"
"Idiot and scribe? Seems an odd pairing, if you don't mind me saying. Also seems to me that knowin' yer a bad example is a step on the path to wisdom. Vors Malcroft, at yer service. If it's food yer needin' I'll happily buy you a meal if I might have a seat at yer table." Vors:"Vors Malcroft. The pleasure is mine. By all means sit, eat and drink with me tonight, I welcome everyone's company." he pauses for contemplation. "I cannot accept your offer of a free meal, as I am in no need for such charity, but I would gladly share a meal with you tonight. Please do have a seat young man. Is there a story behind those eyes trying to peek it's way out? I must say I'm curious now." Ash:"Perhaps the ink is not yet dry in this bottle, I've thought as much over the years. It's odd how much crisper the line has become in relearning how to draw it." Nelrem gets a little more quiet just relaxing a bit, and orders some food for himself and Vors if he is willing. He makes sure to pull a few gold coins from his pouch and gives the waitress two to ensure his drinks and meals, and possibly a place to stay the night are taken care of. After that he slows down his drinking so he can stay in the comfortably warm zone, and not delve deeper into the lush and black out zone. He'll pull a gold coin out and start rolling it around his hand absent-mindfully, occasionally flipping it in the air and holding it in an aerial rotation by means of Mage Hand. Nelrem will wait until the contests of arms are almost finished before continuing. "Games of strength, I'm sadly short handed there, but games of chance? Tests of will? Now we're talking."
"Oh no, my talents lie with written words. That story has weighed heavy on my heart for years, it was simply the fact I was caught up in yours that I found the tongue to speak them. Oh, and the ladies of course. I'm sorry my manners are clearly dreadful right now." "So, looks like we all have stories to tell, whose turn is it next?"
Nelrem takes the drink, touching two fingers to stray locks of hair in his face and bows to Vors. "Nelrem. Idiot, Scribe, and example of what not to do, at your service lords and ladies. Hrm, I really should chase this ale with food."
Picking up on the conversation now that his drinking partner has taken off. Nelrem chimes in a little redder in the face from the warm filling of Dwarven Ale. He raises his voice over the din of the room to grab their attention. He looks skyward and even though there is a roof over his head, his sight extends beyond to an older day. He begins his story, whether any listen or not. It is practiced, a memory relived rather than told from a voice that does not miss a beat. Almost poetic, though not to the standards of those bards before him. "I'll can tell you a tale of danger. Though there would be no happy ending, no just in the nick of times, sadly this is a tale spun from my own memories, not penned to ink and told to children where the hero always emerges victorious." Nelrem pauses to judge the mood of the room and tap his mug on the table empty of others, and orders one more pint.
The Tale of the Winterwalker: "Danger is hunting a foe more cunning than yourself. I thought myself the better than my prey, a nearly fatal mistake. But I'll tell you this tale, if for no other reason than to spare you some of the same." "It was a dark and stormy night..." "No wait, that's not right, that's a different story. This was a crisp and clear night, the moon was only a fingernail shy of being full. The light danced on the sea of white stretched out before us like a living ocean of diamonds. The snow capped lair of a great white dragon lay before us, minutes away on foot, abandoned. So we thought. So we- were told." "My mate and I still crept forward with caution, sticking to outcroppings of stone that lined the area, making our way slowly towards the opening of the cave that overshadowed this snow-covered plain. We had stood in the cold for hours, no signs of any kind did we see, until we finally got the nerve to breech the interior." "I remember it seeming colder inside, even though there was no wind to whip the heat from your bones. Sometimes you just have a bad feeling about something, I should of listened to it hours ago. But something about the way she smiled at me, even behind layers of furs, always made me forget about silly things like reason." "We traveled for what seemed like days deeper and deeper into the caves, with a hand drawn map made by my brother and a promise that the way would be clear." "We delved as deep as the caves would go, where light simply could not shine. The air was thick with mist, no -anticipation. The lights from our torches struggled to stay alight, but lit they stayed. He had watched the great white wyrms habits, and knew she would be out hunting, and would not return for another night at least, her patterns were predictable and planned. Enough time to fill our pockets with treasures, for there was a stash there that would rival any kings. It was all there for the taking, my brother came through. " "In my mind I had already spent the majority of my share." "I remember the roar, it came before the very cave itself started to shake, as if the walls themselves were frightened. It tore through my resolve like a nightmare. This nightmare was all sinuous power, and heavily armored scales of glistening white. To stare into it's form was akin to looking into the heart of a blizzard, only it stared back and barred it's teeth and roared again." "She was out hunting, but not for herself, for her clutch, here children, and for us. We had been betrayed." "Roars from all sides now, one massive one in front of us, two or more behind us. But what chilled me even more than the cave, the night air, or even the breath of the stalking wyrmlings on my back were the words the ancient white bestowed upon me." in Draconic: "Yrachan drziy? Nii myeunty edr chiemydr drnihuii."
"My brother set me up, why? The details that follow, not so clear. I have no idea how I still lived, how I escaped, how I didn't bleed to death wandering the white, armless and now wifeless." "I think my mind shut down for several years, I don't recall what happened during those lost days. I did recall slowly coming to my senses, hell, years later in a remote village far removed from the ice and snow. It has taken me almost a lifetime to just muster the willpower to keep going. I miss her though still, every day." "What my wife? Oh hell no, she cheated on me no less than thirteen times, though I didn't know it at the time. No, I miss my innocence, my adventuring spirit the most. I oil these swords and leathers, don the gear still, but out of habit now. A scribe, a one armed scribe with delusions of greatness." "That is true danger my friends. Not a creature, but pride. Pride in yourself not to see the danger in front of your frostbitten face. Pride in thinking yourself immortal, pride in thinking yourself smarter than your prey." Nelrem hiccups. "Annnd, I'm now ...officially drunk."
Perform(Oratory):
Nelrem takes a passing interest in this new Halfling to grace the bar, giving a "check him out" head gesture to Master Belgretor while lifting a mug to his lips again. Trying to catch the attention of the bard Tosh Nelrem beckons him to his table excitedly. "Spare a moment and sit with the little master Belgretor and I. Should you have the time, I would love to hear more of this language you speak of, perhaps see it's written form." Pulling out a chair, Nelrem hopes he comes to sit.
"It's busy tonight, but I've seen better and worse crowds here. This inn attracts a lot of the adventuring types, heard a few stories from the owner herself before. She's kind to the wanderers here. And for the most part there isn't much trouble to be had, unless you go looking for it of course." "As for the entertainment, Yes. It usually is that good. I get a lot of business though contacts made here. It's quite the spot to be for a patron of the finer arts, or simply the right opportunist." Feeling a little better of mood Nelrem orders another round while the getting is good. Again ordering the house's finest for him and his guest. And if anyone doesn't have a seat, I invite them to Master Belrgretor's and I's, table.
Looking to his stack of unhung papers Nelrem could only nod and agree, at least to the drinking part. Nelrem Raises a glass to his table partner. "A toast then, to new friends. May our paths weave straight through the tapestry of all things."
I'm sorry I'm not responding much to this thread - it looks like things are going great. Now, just start interacting with one another so I can see how/if you play well with others. "Well met yourself Master Lightfoot." he offers his one arm out to shake hands. "I am Nelrem, and you are indeed welcome to..." Pausing as the fellow sits down mid-sentence. "Um, I see you found the seat to your liking already. But I welcome the company regardless Little Master, and if you missed it, beer is on the house while the Master of Theaters over theres wallet stays open. Very generous indeed." He says with a wink. Nelrem then slides one of his colorful ads across the table, it's decorated type with colorful designs and patterns, with some animals stylized on the borders. It's a 'For Hire' advertisement offering Scribe services and rates. "Don't suppose a man such as yourself would have need for a Scibe now would you? I've been in town long enough to know I'm one of the best hand to paper men around."
Having entered the tavern to hang up a few signs advertising his services as scribe and animal handler, Nelrem caught the mans proclamation of free drinks all night. Having just a touch of trouble one-handedly tacking up a 'For Hire' sign on Ameiko's board. The sign is an artsy piece, full of color and design, and what services he has to offer. He's distracted after hearing the 'drinks on me' proclamation and angles his way to an empty table or barstool. Swiveling his body around with his one remaining arm he places his first of many drink orders for the night, leaving the remaining stacks of paper off to one side of the table. "A glass of your finest if you please. Looks like this is going to be my only stop tonight, with a generous patron such as that one." Nelrem points to the theater owner, and smiles at the waitress warmly.[/b] |