I mean, Nicolae makes a double move to stand in the doorway at F11 -- next to the guy who just shot at him with a crossbow -- and drops his sap, gripping his halberd with both hands.
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Nicolae wants to just push past both guards, even pictures himself doing it; but no matter how desperate he is to find his sister, he knows that he can't leave an enemy at his back. He moves to the other end of the room and tries to brain Helmut again.
Why am I bothering with these yahoos? Nicolae shoulders his way past Helmut and Malder. Kizzy! Where are you?!
Just give me six seconds and you'll lose all thoughts of valuable cash prizes, I swear! Or whatever you were saving those arrows for.
On second thought, maybe I should've just moved past Helmut, since he probably can't even make an AoO. Sorry, out of practice.
"Or anyone else," Nicolae agrees. Disgusted at facing a nearly-helpless foe, he takes his stronger left hand off of his halberd, draws the sap off of his belt, and brains Helmut with it.
Stats: HP 12/12, Status effects: --
Spd 20 ft., AoO 3, Held sap & halberd AC 17, touch 12, flat-footed 15 Fort +4, Ref +4, Will +0, CMD 16
Thank you, I appreciate that. I understand that I'm so new to PbP that I have a lot to learn still just by doing, before any advice could be useful. I guess I'm just a bit impatient is all. :)
I'm sorry Serry and I hate to say this, but I'd rather see you DM'd then have this single round take any longer. I hope that things are going well with you.
Nicolae charges around the corner and into the doorway. "Where is she?!"
Nicolae will still be running around the corner, just with details to be resolved later.
I'm not very experienced with PbP, so I second-guess myself a lot. Is that kind of RP post helpful? I appreciate constructive criticism when tactful.
As he hustles around the corner, Nicolae flashes back to when he managed to convince a hustler to turn a new leaf... Oh come on, you can con an old lady out of all she has, but you can't act normal to your own friends?! The voices inside rise to an orcish warcry's volume. He kicks in the door. "Everybody freeze, you're all under arrest!" Then there was that time when a woman convinced him to let her confront her abusive ex and talk the guy into admitting it all while Nicolae waited right outside. She fell off script right away, right back into her old familiar lines; godsdammit, catching him in the act wasn't part of the plan. "Stop or die, a-hole!" His heart pounds with excitement and anticipation -- the old familiar adrenaline of the unwanted urgency.
Nicolae snarls, "Gladly, if they can learn; and those what can't will be a lesson to learn from." Halberd in hand, he wastes no time charging around the corner.
Nicolae's jaw clenches as he waits discreetly out of sight, reminding himself over and over that this is the best way for him to find out what's going on with Kizzy, when he'd really rather just burst in and start bashing heads.
Ta-da! Because I got annoyed at trying to write a name with a character that wasn't on my keyboard, Nicolæ is now Nicolae. Usability matters!
Unhappily, "It's not what I'd prefer, but I doubt I could do better by myself, so I'll take what I can get. Thank you for introducing everyone to me, Tristain. Serry, I think that Tristain would be better up with you, ready to serve as your 'straight man' if necessary; I've busted more than one con, so I can tell that Todor would be better off hanging back as a silent partner. And Penance, you get to possibly see how my sister is doing -- and that other guy that I don't care about -- playing the loyal bodyguard type in Serry's gang, while I wait outside for some sign that it's all gone to the Abyss and there's nothing to lose by showing my face." Nicolæ is unable to disguise the bitterness in that last.
Sorry, Nicolæ was taking it easy with the strangers to avoid stepping on any toes. But he's also a man of action, so I'll play that up more.
Nicolæ looks thoughtful. "Okay, let me bounce some ideas off you. One is for you to try with them what worked on me, playing it that you have something to offer one of their friends. In that case, I'd have to wait outside until you return or signal somehow, in which case I'd charge in. Or, we could just go in weapons out, which is what I'm used to; looking at your weapons and armor, I'd be in front. At this point, I can't even guess which would put Kizzy more at risk, and so I'm leaning toward bursting in all together, since at least I'd know what was happening and could do something about it."
Nicolæ chuckles dryly. "Of course. I really am sorry about that, and I'd be happy to help nab any trouble-maker who might be hanging out with 'em." At the question, he looks pensive. "I spent as little time around Karralo and his gang as possible, for fear of saying something that would make Kizzy stick up for him, since then she'd stand by it. But, there's no such thing as ex-guard -- we're all reserves -- so they're likely to have marked me as someone to remember."
Thank you. I suppose that introductions are in order. My name is Nicolæ Lee, and I'm an exterminator by trade, retired from the guard. His words take a bitter tone. My sister Kizzy fell for a bad boy with a heart of gold -- a Cow Hammer named Karralo -- only to find herself with a brutal thug with good public relations. She broke it off, and that was that; or so I thought. There was so much chaos during the riots, and I was so busy helping the guard, I didn't think much of it at first when I couldn't find her after. I thought for sure... but I've looked everywhere else she could be; he must've taken her. The man's features flow and reassamble themselves into those of a swarthy Varisian, even as his leather armor changes to guard-issue scale and his greatsword morphs into a bardiche. Dammit, her spell has already worn off! How am I going to... He stops and sighs. Further apologies for the further confusion, but I'm too well-known around here, and I was hoping to get close before they realized it was me. It was the only way I could possibly take them on by myself, if it came to that; but I'm not by myself now, am I? He sounds equal parts hopeful and calculating.
Just checking in. Also, I've come to the slow realization that I may have missed my cue. Was X originally supposed to be me?
A Varisian sits in a booth below a sign of a dead rat -- belly-up, stabbed, X's for eyes and all. To most, his swarthy skin, jaunty hat and neatly-trimmed mustache would seem at odds with his standard Guard-issue armor. A street urchin finds him where he hawks his services to those plagued by vermin, and whispers something. Nodding his head and taking up his polearms, he walks a few blocks to where a half-dozen young punks have started harassing the passers-by. "You look like trouble. I don't like trouble in these parts, and my old buddies in the Guard like not having to come down here. So either find someplace else to act tough, or I'll break your faces." He must have a reputation, since he never stops grinning and they never start, scattering as if out-numbered. Lucendar:
Ideally, I'd like if the Trapfinding from Trapper would replace the Trapfinding from Urban Ranger, so that Urban Ranger doesn't replace Endurance. However, I need both archetypes for the character concept regardless, so your answer won't change my decision.
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