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GM: Oh I actually did name him, it's Master Swall. Unfortunately that's all that Nover knows. If he had a first name his search would be that much easier. Knowing he could get a lot of coin as a guard could also bring some unwanted attention, he's not mean, he'd rather not bust kneecaps for shins. So Nover would be applying for jobs anywhere or just working as a dancer or acrobat in the streets for coin. And then trading most of the coin for food or intel.
Sounds good, I'm still working on Nover, I'm leaving it open ended because of the connections to the other pc's that you are typically supposed to have. Depending on who gets in I can write up on how I met etc.
Quick question, since fights with panache gives you a jeweled weapon, would I have to make it a weapon, or could I swap it out with a jeweled shield instead?
Okay, going with a background based on finding my master. He vanished, need to find him. Will write more about it later today. I'm taking the talking egg because I figure Nover found it near where his master vanished so it must know where his master went.
Okay most of my crunch filled in, just need my fluff. Working on it, I need to think of a name for his shield martial art. Wind turtle? I'll come up with something.
Nover covers up his wound with his hand. "Hey! That's mine! At least ask next time if you want to use my blood to try and summon a demon or Gods know what else. We need to find that littke creature, it's still around here somewhere, I know it." -Posted with Wayfinder
"That hurts. This might hurt more though." Novers rage begins again as he brings his blade down onto the creature.
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(Almost) Caught with his pants down, Nover draws his blade and swings it at the closest creature. Gripping the blade in two hands he takes a defensive posture as he was without his shield.
"That's not the worst part, I heard that foul little creatures voice from somewhere nearby. It hasn't vanished, but is merely hiding!"
Stepping forward to where he might be in range, Nover swings wildly at the empty air.
Nover calms down from his rage, and tries to catch his breath. "Dammit, it's gone. I will kill it if it is the last thing I do, and before I do that I have to defile this pool... and not with water. Ladies you might want to look away."
Nover reaches for his ranseur.
"I am right where I need to be, looks like I get a decent swing in." -Posted with Wayfinder
Feeling the creature continue it's assault on him he feigns compliance and drops his sword and his shield before racing up to it, jumping and grabbing it, taking it into the pool with him.
As he charges he roars angrily. "Stop doing that, I swear to Trudd that you need to cool off in your little pool!"
Nover's blood boils as the creature strikes at him. His eyes see red, his beard glows silver, and his tongue feels as sharp as his blade. "Like I would listen to a weakling like you, I'll drop my sword through your tiny little impure heart after I kill your servant and piss in your glowing pool!"
He roars with fury as he brings his sword down upon the demonic creature that clawed at him. Ragin' Defenses: AC 16/9 T/15 FF; Fort +8, Ref +1, Will +4(+3 more against spells, SLA, and poisons, normally +2 but I have the Glory of Old trait)
Nover readies his blade as he advances into the room. Shield in front, sword ready to fly at anything that tries to assault him or his comrades.
"Come, now you face Nover and my enchanted blade!"
Thinking it over, Nover strokes his short beard a bit. His gauntlets clean from the blood and gore from the previous day. "Making a quick crown and possibly leading someone to their doom doesn't seem to sit well in my head. Bringing it to the proper people to destroy such a thing would be in the towns best interest as well. There might even be a reward for preventing it from possibly hurting someone." Nover reaches for the bowl. "Cousin, you have been blessed by the divine, but I would not have you, a healer and proud member of your clan be put in a position of danger. Let me, an exile, carry it for a while. I feel like my boiling blood is changing a bit, and might grant me some additional protection should something happen."
"Togog, you and I both know that I am a bit sturdier, we both smash it, together. I'm not letting anybody get hurt if I can do something about it." Nover sheathes his magic blade and unslings the warhammer at his hip handing it to Togog. "I'll use my fists, the gauntlets will protect me from damage, you need something to smash it with."
"Cousin Togog speaks words of wisdom that you would do well to listen to. Impulsiveness can be a good thing sometimes, but when something seems too good to be true chances are it's not. Or at least you should think that way Elaina. If the bowl was cursed or trapped you could be lying in a puddle of your own blood right now. A bit grim, but I've seen it in the tunnels fighting goblins."
Nover sighs. "The gods don't just reveal themselves to save everybody from a fate they cannot begin to understand. But we can always wonder why." Nover was taking the rear, his blade at the ready in case he needed to rush forward. "Smells like dungeon to me, it's good to be back underground after a while. Sometimes I miss being in the tunnels."
"Well, we did have the one door to look through, I get the feeling I'm not going to enjoy this. This armor is helping me quite a bit though, I might need to get something a bit better."
Nover returns to the Rusty Dragon and asks for a bucket. He spends some time behind the building cleaning and polishing his armor. Examining the dents he's put into it over the past few days. Finishing his task he begins on his weapons. "The sword doesn't even look like it's been damaged, we don't even know how long it's been down there. Just look at it. I wonder if there's anything to it?" He goes back in, knowing that Ameiko knew a little bit of magic he asked her about it. "Hey boss, I found a couple of things in the tunnels beneath the town, would you be able to see if anything is, you know, special? I have this here ranseur, and a sword that seems to be in excellent condition. Both seem to be well balanced, almost unusually so."
Nover catches the gnome before he hits his head on anything. "I'll count that as one vote for resting here. It hasn't been terribly long, we could all sit, learn a bit about each other, maybe take a quick catnap and continue on our adventure."
"Now can we rest? We have a location where nothing is going to kill us, we can take guard duties, and nothing is going to come in from up there to kill us. I'm sturdy but I'm starting to get a bit chewed up here."
Holding the head still, Nover tosses it up, grabs it by it's hair and hurls it into the water. Removing his bloodstained gauntlets he moves to help Enna up. "One down, the rest to go. Ms. Enna, are you alright? That was a pretty nasty fall. Do you know what that thing was?"
Nover begins to crush the head thing with his gauntlets while maintaining his grapple.
"The thing is trying to wiggle free, there. Now somebody hit it! Spells, arrows, weapons whatever. It's rather bitey, for that matter what in Torag's name is this abomination!?!" He grunts a few times while speaking as he wrestles the creature into a position where it cannot move.
[ooc]my apologies, I forgot to add the bless to my CMB. Add another plus one, if it does bite me I rage and increase the roll by two more. My AC is currently 15. -Posted with Wayfinder
"Hah, winged beast. You won't be going anywhere. Now come here!" The battle hardened dwarf drops his second weapon before lunging at the creature.
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Nover sheathes his blade and drops his shield before moving up to the creature. During the movement he draws his ransuer.
Nover is looking at the stairwell anxiously. "Let's go, I've got my blade, anybody have a spear that can be right behind me? It's not really a necessity, just nice to have. Let's keep moving so we can rest soon."
Nover fiddles with his belt, adjusting some of his new weapon scabbards while waiting. -Posted with Wayfinder
The dwarf thinks for a moment before looking around. "I hate puzzles. I know they are part of the adventuring life, but I'm just not good at them. Too bad we can't just smash it or make it explode. But I'm afraid of what would happen if anybody tried to touch those probably vile artifacts." -Posted with Wayfinder
"Aye, we should be heading down. Lets just hope we can keep moving at a relatively swift pace. The faster we clear the are the sooner Ms. Enna can get some mu ch needed rest." Nover is wielding the new sword and his trusty shield. It's saved him before, it will probably save him again. -Posted with Wayfinder
Nover strokes his short beard before taking a seat on the ground. "If we do block off the doors we can get a decent bit of rest. All in favor?" -Posted with Wayfinder
My apologies. With the consumer holiday and everybody calling off at work Ive been pretty busy. I've been working from 6am-11pm. I'm just getting back to a regular sleep schedule. -Posted with Wayfinder
Nover plays with the blade a bit, feinting and testing the length with a box. "Elaina, stop complaining, nobody likes a crybaby. You do seem to be a bit all over the place sometimes though. Perhaps a curse from when you were younger? Eh, no matter, you are who you are. Hmm, I like the balance on this blade. In the meantime we should find a spot to rest for a while so Ms. Enna and Elaina can collect their magic. I am also feeling a bit winded from the constant fighting."
Nover winds down from his battlerage and examines the creature. He kicks away the weapons but stops with the sword. "Not my usual go to weapon, but a blade could be handy." Picking it up he tests the balance. -Posted with Wayfinder
Novers swing goes wide as he rages on. He drops the weapon, draws his shield steps forward and pounds on his shield with his gauntlet still stained in blood. "Perhaps I don't even need a proper weapon to defeat you! My fists should be enough for the lowly slime that you are." -Posted with Wayfinder
Nover steps to the side only getting a little bit of the acidic slime on his armor before lunging at his enemy.
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When somebody mentioned a sounf Nover looked up and tried to strain his ears. His eyes unfocus from what's directly in front of him. "What in Torag's beard do you all keep hearing? I hope it's not more things to kill. I'm not too fond of that." -Posted with Wayfinder
Having caught and released the bard, Nover was looking into the room with the furniture. The torture implements, while not exactly out of place, were unnerving to say the least. He waited patiently while his ransuer was at the ready in case of any attacks. "Be careful Elaina, we don't want another incident like the goblin in the closet. Although I did smash that one good, just be careful and don't be like that goblin."
"We should continue, I guess, but we should also find a safe place to rest. We need to ensure that nothing is sneaking around in here just waiting for us to leave."
Looking around, Nover knows how yo deal with drunks. He looks at his travelling companions while talking. "We are heading back to town to get some rest and you need to sober up. Isn't that right everybody? I feel like we could all use a little bit of it before we come back here." -Posted with Wayfinder
Nover looks at his bloody fists before closing his eyes and calming down. I hate it when that happens. The battlerage, some gift. Kicking one of the ransuers away from the hands of the vile creature, Nover wipes his gauntlets on his pants. "I needed a new pair of pants anyway. Perhaps I should buy some of the fancier ones with spikes on them. These seem to be my go to weapon when something like conventional weapons fail me." He picks up his nicer weapon off the floor and readies to move forward.
Nover ducks under the ransuer in order to engage the creature again. "You will not get away from me, I will chase you to the four corners of the world if I have to!" -Posted with Wayfinder
I think Nover has some of the sinspawns internal organs in his hands. -Posted with Wayfinder
Nover drops his ransuer and steps forward swinging his gauntlet covered fists.
"HAHA, TASTE MY FIST YOU VILE DEMONS!"
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