Me saw him too. Game me in also fade into black. Need another game. Seriously.
Maybe its you big guy. The bad guys see you coming and run away. End of stroy?
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Stilgar! Kellen! good to see you're still around. Congrats on the new gig, Stilgar.
Looks like B or C is the favorite. I'll wait til tomrrow night to hear from Dan. Stilgar is always welcome here, on his own merits. TheOcho, I'm not planning on buying a Harrow deck, so anything you can post here above and beyond the PF7 writeup would be greatly appreciated.
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Well, Fabesminis, looks like you've got plenty of interest.
Nik awakes with a start, and several bumps. He grabs desparately for a weapon and comes up with his spear. Then tries to shimmy backwards out of the wagon, keeping the spear pointed at the threatening beast.
Zzzzzzzz.
Nik's listen check, then spot check, then gather info (1d20=14, 1d20=15, 1d20=4)
Nik will tackle Grimbold. He wants to know about everything. Local game, especially flest-tearers are highest on his list. Daily life in the 'van, Cauldron. Looks like he's made an obnoxious pest of himself.
By noon the tirelessly questing ranger is beat. He retires to the supply wagon for water, a short sit-down, and an unplanned nap.
Nik raps the gate-posts twice on the way through. His mind clears and mood improves now that they are moving and outside. Having stowed his spears in the wagon, he travels lightly with an erratic, but jaunty step. He ranges up and down the caravan surreptiously watching the dwarves, of whom he knows little, observing the caravan master's manner and duties, especially looking for anyone acting as scout. Occasionally he stops to look at a new plant and forays a short distance off the road to look for signs of animals or the dread flesh-tearer.
Should probably note, Nik has the ebony box in his pack, which he will keep with him at all times.
A bleary-eyed Niklaus Wright staggers in to the marshalling yard dragging a spear twice as long as he is tall. Spotting Kellen and Jessa he weaves through the crowd to them and mumbles "g' mornin'". Knowledge, wheels (1d20=8) Then, he adds something from the vast store of wheel-working knowledge passed down through generations from his forefathers to his brothers, "Nice wheels some of these wagons have."
Nik finally sees and hears Erion. " We were bespelled. I couldn't move except to catch this . " He holds out the ebony box. " And that voice at the end wasn't right either. Who were those people?" Failing to see the friendly off-duty guard, Nik begins to grab anyone nearby, asking about the litter and its riders.
Nik turns the box over in his hands, looking at it intently. Then, as if remembering something important, looks around for the off-duty guard. "Hey ..."
Stilgar and Flamifur: Spoiler: Spot and Listen (1d20+4=7, 1d20+4=5) Nik nearly bumps into Stilgar from behind. He cranes his head to look around Stilgar's shoulder, but can't make out anything in the sedan chair. He whispers, "Whoever's in there must be important. Look at how everyone's acting."
DM and Stilgar : Spoiler: As Nik follows Stilgar towards the sedan chair he sizes up the bearers and any retinue.
Outside, Nik walks over to Kellen and Stilgar, shaking his head the whole time. "Charmer, Stilgar." He pauses awkwardly. "Man, that Jessa, she's a fireball. Just about scalped Erion and me. I had to beat it outa there." He grins and drains his mug.
The vehemence of Jessa's response startles Nik. He grabs wildly for the edge of the table, to keep from toppling backwards in his chair. "OK, Jessa." He scoops up his beer and heads for the door, leaving Erion to hold the field. As he passes the elf NIk mutters softly, "Good luck."
"Yes, truly. We tried to pull a chain out of Kord's grasp. It was in there tight. I couldn't budge it at all. When Stilgar couldn't do it, he seemed to think Kord wasn't happy with him. He needed to buckle down. When he made the pledge my chin almost swung inta my knees."
NIklaus looked expectantly at Jessa.
Nik watches Stilgar walk out then turns to Jessa. "That wasn't nice. He took a pledge to stop drinkin' at the temple. I didn't believe it, but he hasn't touched grog or beer since we got here. And I offered ta buy."
Back at the Worker's Rest, Nik settle in to wait for the others. "So, Stilgar. Watcha drinkin'? Want a beer?"
"Well, Stilgar, back to the Worker's Rest? We can get the food and polearms after we find out more from the other's about the caravan."
Nik pulls as hard as he can without success. His face falls momentarily at the failure, but he quickly covers his disappointment and cheers Stilgar on, "C'mon Stilgar. Pull the chain right out of Kord's grasp."
Know 'Ligion check (1d20+1=5) "I don't know it either." Nik grins at the small man's suggestion and coughs up his gold piece too. "I'll try my hand at that. Oh, by the way, who's the sea or water goddess over there."
Gather Info check around port (1d20=10) Nik will still accompany Stilgar if he's going to the temple. Depending on the caravan's terms for travelling with them, he may want to buy trail provisions.
"I'm in. The worker's rest it is."
"Jessa, I don't think all these guys would be toting the pikes around if they weren't needed. Stilgar, Kellen, someone -- Ppplease talk to her."
"But, Jessa, all the other warriors have them. Ragrinson said they were the best defense against flesh-tearers!" Nik's petulant whining tone indicates one reason his family may have sent him on this trip.
Nik nods sagely? in agreement. "Thanks, Ragrinson." Turning to the group. "Guys, Stilgar still wants to go to the temple. Where can we meet up with you?"
- Merfolk, Aquatic Elves and Tritons have, on occasion been seen in the docks and the inhabitants believe seeing one is good luck. Nik brightens perceptibly at this information. - Beyond the warehouses in an area of land which is kept clear buy hundreds of native workers. Beyond this is a pallisade of huge logs and beyond that is several lines of other defences all designed to keep a form of life referred to as 'Fleshtearers' at bay. Nik can't let this this go. "ahh, Ragrison, what exactly is a fleshtearer? That's a fearsome name. Is that what all the fancy pole arms are for?" After the poor harried tax collector departs, Nik turns to Kellen. "Thanks for picking up the tax. I'll buy you a drink at the next inn." Finally, back to Stilgar, "still going to the temple?"
Nik jumps back from the edge of the dock. "Hey, guys! There's a blue elf in the water." He says excitedly. "Or there was. Right down there. C'mon!" He moves along the dock edge hoping for another glimpse.
"Looks like everyone here's got looooong spears, Stilgar. I wonder why?" "Hey! Look at that one and there's some more. It's like some of these guys have torches on the ends of their pikes. Why would you do that? Set boats on fire? Monsters in the water?" Nik wanders to the dock edge to look into the water. Spot or search checks if needed:
"Ach, he's like all these fellers; ya give 'em a piece o' yer mind and they scuttle away." Jessa says contemptuously, "Nothing to worry about. Y're safe, Nikky-boy." Now Nik glowers briefly, " Yeah, but ..." . Shaking his head, he turns away to look for a new napping spot.
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Niklaus stares open-mouthed at the port's forest of masts and bustling activity. So different from home. At Stilgar's suggestion Nik's mind flits to wrestling. "I'd like to go with Stilgar. Can you guys find out about the convoy and meet us there?"
"Thanks, kiddo, y'r a sweetheart, 'Knicker-less'" she says patting his cheek and grinning, "But I got the measure o' him, I reckon. Seems harmless enough. And if not, I gotta surprise for 'im, sure."
" Well, ya --- you can't tell about some guys. I just wanted to make sure he was ... OK. You know?"
Starting awake to see a stranger ogling Jessa, Nik saunters across deck to stand protectively (he'd like to think) behind Jessa. UNfortunately he's not physically imposing enough to carry off the intimidating big brother act.
Nik spends the first hours of the voyage gazing back at the shore and watching the sailor's practice their arcane art. But as the landmarks fade and the repetitive nature of the waves asserts itself, he falls fitfully asleep on a bundle of sailcloth beside the windward rail.
Gather INfo Check -- test (1d20=4) Nik skips off to get his pack. "Let me fill up my waterskin. I'll catch up."
Nik delightedly agrees. Starting back from the appointed spot, he steps quickly forward and launches his spear.
He turns to Stilgar, grinning proudly, "Beat that".
"He looks all right. " "Hey stranger, care for a throw? I'm Nik. THis 'ere's Stilgar."
"Jessa, give us a break will ya. You're worse than my big sister ."
Spoiler: I can work with this, but my original idea was a high energy, kinetic character. So the tiredness might come as a kind of crash to a more lethargic state. I like the nodding of when bored part, that fits very well as does minor memory loss.
Stilgar, care to try your luck throwing at that stump over there? Your javelin versus my spear?
Flamifur any hints as to useful favored enemies? Animals make the most sense for young Nik. Also, IS the Greyhawk pantheon Obad Hai, Falargn (sp?) , Wee Jas etc. Nik should have a loose connection to a neutral nature type deity, and one with an interest in travel.
"Aye, an' what services would those be, Mr Big Shot Hunter?" *smirk* "Ah, err, Ah ."
Hey, guys. Pleased ta meetcha. NIklaus Wright, hunter and guide, at your service. |