Nigel Stomson's page

Did I miss something HOLY COW!

"Grew up around the Worldwound. It's not a nice place, so I recommend having a cold iron weapon." He looks down, and in a sad tone. "Not that it helped Mother much."

"It's all about where you travel, Mr. Delver." Nigel perks up. "They have different kinds of animals all over the world!"

"But...but..."Nigel seems genuinely confused. "That's what prisons are for!"

"Wait a minute...so you want to punish a murderer by murdering him? What does that accomplish?"

"What's this about a murderer?"

"Heroes!" Nigel looks pleased. "Though I kinda worry. There's so many bad things and people in Avistan alone...and not every Pathfinder is as nice as you guys."

"Yeah. That's part of why I'm worried about mom. She was at Kenabres when...you know."

"Son of a crap."

"Oh. Understood, sir."

"Um...sir, are you...looking at something?"

"Hi, uh, Nadira." Nigel blushes slightly. "Guess we're all less experienced than somebody out there. And it's just...our job pushes us to 11/10 of capacity. Mother says that going only to 10/10 is why my father died."

"Hey, Dolok. How has your day been?"

"Hi there...I don't believe we met."

"Well, Mother said it was the best way to live up to my dad's work. I never knew him, to be honest. I just want to help people."

"Hello, there...Doyle, I assume?"

"Hi, Grim, Fifteen, Monk."

"Hi there...Dolok is it?"

To Rhon: "I guess so, but Mother taught me that when heroes like us failed, people got hurt, so I won't take the chance."

OOC: Nigel is also a Paladin, Vanilla. He is...extremely insecure and unconfident in himself, to say the least.

"Hi Art."

"Not a problem sir. And, sorry, but Mother said a Paladin shouldn't drink, in case we needed our wits about us. How long have you been doing this...job?"

"We need to protect them! We're heroes!"

"Sure you can. These are the common folk, whom we have to protect!"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

"Mother said if I was going to be a leader of men, I needed to start now."

"Yeah! Mom's a Paladin, like me...only significantly better!"

*Perks up*"Yeah! Mother was a leader after my father died! Able to lead men into the most dangerous situations!"

"With our MOUTHS, not our fists. Mother said I need to keep my hands to myself."

"Mother said that we should never hurt others! We should try talking to them."

Nigel immediately perks up when he sees he is in the right place. "Well, I, uh just signed up, and they said this is where I can meet fellow Crusaders." He holds out his hand. "And what's your name?"

An unremarkable man of average height comes in, looking around. "Um, this is the Silver Crusade meeting, right?" He asks nervously. "I'm Nigel."

*Takes off helmet, offers hand to Nathaniel*

"Hello there sir. Nigel Tiberius Stomson at your service."

Nigel is a level 1 Paladin