Congrats and good luck to you lucky guys. I guess I should have kept some of that for myself. :D
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Good luck everybody. *crosses fingers*
I have sufficient number of applicants to make the final cuts difficult so will advance the application deadline until tomorrow at 6:00 pm EST to apply. Thank you all. Allow me to wish you luck, then. I do not envy you a bit. :)
Looks like we got quite a few people crashing at the Ramblehouse. :DWas just going to comment the same thing xD Maybe we could have a Ramblehouse party? ;D
Looks like we got quite a few people crashing at the Ramblehouse. :D
Pandora (Slip) McGee:
Pandora "Slip" McGee Female human fighter 1 NG Medium humanoid (human) Init +5; Senses Perception -1 -------------------- Defense -------------------- AC 16, touch 13, flat-footed 13 (+3 armor, +3 Dex) hp 12 (1d10+2) Fort +3, Ref +3, Will -1 -------------------- Offense -------------------- Speed 30 ft. Melee gladius +2 (1d6+3/19-20), gladius +2 (1d6+3/19-20) or . . greatsword +4 (2d6+4/19-20) or . . dagger +4 (1d4+3/19-20) -------------------- Statistics -------------------- Str 17, Dex 16, Con 13, Int 14, Wis 8, Cha 12 Base Atk +1; CMB +4; CMD 17 Feats Double Slice, Power Attack, Two-weapon Fighting Traits reactionary, talented, vexing defender Skills Acrobatics +7 (+11 to move through enemy's space without provoking an attack of opportunity if the enemy is larger than you), Climb +6, Linguistics +3, Perform (dance) +5, Perform (sing) +6, Profession (cook) +3, Survival +3 Languages Common, Giant, Infernal, Orc Other Gear studded leather, dagger, gladius[UC], gladius[UC], greatsword, bedroll, blanket[APG], explorer's outfit, masterwork backpack[APG], trail rations (6), waterskin (4), 4 sp -------------------- Special Abilities -------------------- Power Attack -1/+2 You can subtract from your attack roll to add to your damage. Background:
Pandora wasn't named until she was bought by an Egorian nobleman looking for "some new pieces to add to the collection." She was a talented songstress, even at the age of five, and had the carriage of a dancer. Her instructors were merciless. Day after day they drilled the theories, forms, and techniques into her, berating her when she failed to get it right. Her instructors were not the only ones that the young Pandora needed to worry about. The nobleman's children took to teasing and bullying the young girl, calling her Slip because of her small size and framing her for their mischief. From the age of five until her eighth birthday, she made good on her derisive nickname and slipped away into the night. The noble's estate was outside the city proper, and there were no guards around to see her escape. Shortly after slipping away, the young girl found a small dwarven caravan from Janderhoff that had just been cheated out of their pay on a technicality. Feeling no great love for the Chelish just then, they adopted her and brought her out of the land of devils. After giving her the family name of McGee, she was taught to cook and defend herself, as well as the language of orcs. She took to the longknife, becoming a jinking, slashing dervish in her sparring matches. For six years, she rode on the route from Janderhoff to Kraggodan, through to Tamran and up to Vigil and back to Janderhoff after stopping in Trunau. It wasn't the most profitable route, but it did let the small clan that ran the caravan live comfortably. Pandora felt as if she had found a home among the dwarves, and was eternally grateful that she had found them when she was just a scared, lost, little girl. It was shortly after she'd turned fourteen that disaster struck. The caravan had been caught between two orc tribes, small ones that were no threat to Trunau, but not so small that they were not a threat to the caravan. Caught between, the dwarves were slaughtered, and Pandora was brought before the brother of the chief of the larger tribe. Amused by the small girl in their midst, they had neglected to disarm her. The mistake proved fatal for the orc that had sought to make her a slave once more, and found that the nimble young woman had inherited her dwarven family's hatred of orckin in full. Then it was the chief's turn. Angered by the delay in the attack and the obstinace of the Trunau defenders, he ordered the attack before going to take care of the panic formenting in his rear ranks. He knocked the blades from Pandora's hands, but before he could grab her and rip her limb from limb, she had ripped the greatsword his brother had once wielded from it's scabbard and fought like she had been possessed by a demon. She beheaded the orc chief after battering him into a bloody mess and reducing his honor guard to corpses. The orcs frightened by the young girl's rage and ferocity cowered away from her as she stalked to where the chief's head had come to rest, then bolted when she had raised it up high like a trophy and dared any of them to even come near her. The loss of support and leadership and the losses taken from trying to batter down the gates broke the siege and sent the orcs running. As the orcs ran past her, giving her a wide berth, the defenders on the wall saw the young girl standing among a small pile of corpses with the severed head of an orc held high. Pandora let loose a primal howl of rage and pain as the last of the orcs ran past. She took three running strides before hurling the head after them. She howled curses at the fleeing orcs. She kept screaming and raving long after they had gone. It was only then that she succumbed to the injuries she'd suffered and fell to the ground. She awoke in the Ramblehouse the next day. It wasn't long before she was on her feet and helping out, trying to forget what had happened. After chatting with Cham, and Cham learning of her childhood as a slave, the halfling took her in and gave her a place to stay. In return, Pandora helped with the cooking, proving to be adequate, but improving, by the halfling's standards. It's been two years since that day, and though Pandora has mostly recovered from that horrible fight, she still suffers from bouts of depression and the occasional nightmare.
Appearance and Personality:
Pandora stands just over five feet tall and rather pretty. Though her clothes tend to hid it, she's built like a dancer, and her frame is filled with compact, wiry muscle. Her hair is a lighter brunette and her eyes are a bright blue that looks like their are reflecting the sky. Her skin is fair, and freckled, which leads those she takes watch with or goes out on patrol with teasing her about her apparent youth. Pandora is naturally a cheerful soul with a bent towards minor mischief, such as swapping out one the militia member's clothes for something more embarrassing. She can often be heard singing nonsensical songs as she works and isn't afraid to dance in front of the town.
Answers to the Questions: 1. Who do you care most about in Trunau and why? What ties do you have to Trunau? Cham Larringfass. She was the on that took Pandora in and lets her stay in the Ramblehouse in exchange for her help with the cooking. Trunau has become Pandora's new home, and she's grown to be friends with several of the people here. 2. Why, with your amazing attributes (be it Strength, Dex, Int, Wis, or Cha), do you choose to remain living/working in orc lands, risking death every day, when you could be living in Katapesh, Korvosa, or any other city or land?
Once they return the horses to the stable, Pandora drops to her knees and clasps her hands above her bowed head. "Ah sweet, blessed, ground! How' I've missed you!" Then the smell hits her. "But not the stench! GAH! Now I remember why I kept to the rooftops."
"It'd be nice if we could do it before they mar someone 'too badly,'" Pandora says as her head throbs in time with the clopping of her mount's hooves. Horses, not fun.
Pandora, after having a couple of drinks last night, is still asleep in the inn when Thorrpe casts his spell. Shortly after, a groggy, red-haired half-elf stumbles down the stairs. "What time is it?" she mumbles.
"Besides all of that, there's the little matter of how many there are. I doubt just one man did the drawing and the quartering." Pandora's voice was grim, and in a small corner of her mind, she's thankful that the memory of the scene wasn't enough to make her retch.
"See! That's the kind of thing that'd get me burned at the stake in some churches." Pandora exclaims before leaning against the stone walls of the church. "Thankfully Tymora only asks that I be bold and be brave. Lady Luck isn't real big on protocol."
"You don't have to go to the seedier parts of towns to be tempted my friend. All it takes is one dwarven lass with long flowing locks and a charming face, and I beat even Irori wouldn't be able to keep it in his pants for long." She chuckles and then shakes her head. "Sorry, sometimes I get a little too blunt and forward. I guess that's my way of dealing with the times I have to be quiet and stealthy."
"That makes two of us." Pandora said. "Anyway, all this talk of death and spirits is depressing. Let's talk about something happier, like, um..." Pandora thinks for a second then a wicked gleam shines in her eyes for just a moment. "Like does Mr. Thorin have a special someone wishing he'd stayed in her bed?" She asks with a wicked, unrepentant grin.
Taking the hint, Pandora follows Thorin out the door, but not before fixing Thorrpe with a glare that should have killed him. "Thanks, my first reaction to someone asking me if they can help me with something is to start acting like a spoiled noble. Somehow, I doubt these guys would get, or appreciate, the joke," she tells Thorin. "Then Sir Harpy had to go tease the ex-theif," she adds sourly.
...Don't do anything stupid. Don't do anything stupid. Don't do anything stupid. Don't do anything stupid... Pandora gets much much stiffer and her hands go under her arms after the priest ask if they could help the party. Thorrpe or Sariel: Despite how short of a time you have known Pandora, you figure she's desperately trying not to say, or do something, potentially offensive.
"Name's Pandora, though some call me Slip." She says as she looks her new companion over. "And I'm pretty sure you'd have me begging for mercy if we ever fought," she adds.
"I think I get the point." She tells Sariel, her face going pale once more as the memory of that sight and that smell threatened to make her lose what little she had left in her stomach. She turns back to Thorin as he describes his talents. Meeting someone new, it appears, does wonders for helping the half-elf keep her stomach from misbehaving. "Well? Can we keep him?" Pandora asks excitedly as she looks to Sariel.
"Maybe, but that still doesn't change how I feel." Pandora gives a little laugh of her own before turning towards Thorrpe more fully. "This is Thorin Wildshape, he'd like to join us. And while you're telling him what he's getting into, maybe you can tell me what all I agreed to, hmm?"
"Oh. Well, now I feel like idiot," she replies.
"Why use a spell when a knife will do? I, uh didn't get a good look at him. Was his throat slit?" Pandora asks.
"Me? Nope, not at all, but as I said, you'll need to talk to the lady or the gentleman over there about it." Pandora agrees. "And just between the two of us, I'm wondering why no one seemed to have heard him scream." she adds in a low voice.
"I'm afraid that it's not up to me. I'm not quite sure why they picked me even." Pandora says, warming up to the dwarf and flashing him a rakish smile.
"How about one that's been drawn and quartered?" she asks. Something in her eyes is haunted as they flick to the barn.
"How strong's your stomach?" Pandora asks, all of the levity from her voice gone.
"Ah, The name's Shayliss Vinder. You wouldn't be able to give us a little more to go on besides that you had a vision, would you? I'm afraid that tensions are a little high at the moment." Sense Motive DC 12:
Shayliss is not her name. And she's definitely not a Vinder either. Gah, that lie was pretty bad, Pandora.
"That's where he'll be in a week. That could mean he's just walking through the gates in a week's time instead of going straight there, since I'm hoping you'd say if he was supposed to be somewhere more specific. A city's a big place, mister."
"I dunno, and if I never see a sight like that again, it'll be too soon." Pandora answers the lady before turning to the newcomer. "And who might you be stranger?" she asks, her voice friendly, but there's still and edge of caution to it.
"Red, huh." Pandora mutters to herself. The half-elf takes the cloth and hides it in a pocket. She looks to the woman who was in the barn and asks, "miss? did you happen to see the person who did this? What were they wearing?"
Pandora follows the others into the barn, only to run right back out and empty her stomach behind some bush. That. Was. Horrible! she thinks as she wipes away the spittle that remained after her last heave. Seeing the others questioning the poor woman, the roguish half-elf decides to look for signs of what might have happened.
certainly wouldn't be! But I think we will be friends! Funnily enough, I did think of a way of handling how she would up travelling with everyone else. It's a shame I can't seem to find an analog for Cayden Cailean in the Forgotten Realms pantheon, that's who Pandora'd be worshiping for sure.
Pandora was still wondering how she got tangled up with this motley crew. She remembered an invitation, lots of mead, cider, and ale, then things got really fuzzy. She was still, mostly, clothed when she woke up, so it was unlikely she got up to anything too wild. And just as she tried to bring up the memory of what in the misty depths happened last night for the the fifteenth time since leaving Baldur's Gate, a blood chilling scream rips through the air causing the slight half-elf to nearly jump and fall out of the saddle. Her eyes were wide as saucers and one hand, with its glove exposing her fingers clutches at her heart. The pounding in her head was nice enough to let her know that she had failed to remember how she got mixed up in this, again. "Gods, is there no mercy for those with a hangover." she whispers meekly.
I don't think Pandora would have been part of that. She was trying to avoid calling attention to herself after leaving the thieve's guild. That said, Profile's up, heading over to the gameplay thread to see what's about. |