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@DM Brainiac: Currently building Pekk with the Charlatan Background - am conscious that it's not one of the bespoke KM Backgrounds. Is the preference that PCs have one of these - or is it more about the concept. (Know its likely the latter, but wanted to check before I firm up Pekk ahead of the deadline, as Plan B is reverting to the Local Bandit Background as originally mooted).
Pekk nods in agreement at Josef's words; "We must 'elp however we can no? Five nights eez nothing to being free of these accursed shackles!"
Pekk shrugs his shoulders; "I know not of ze nature of what ails him... but if he is a slave to an affliction, then by our laws of Ze River Kingdoms we should explore a cure non?"
Pekk continues to hustle toward the creature , then turns a street corner to see the creature prone but snarling; "Monsieur Loup Garou... Listen to ze Lords and Ladies... You have nowhere to go... You do not have to visit Ze Boneyard this day..." :
As the wolf-man makes a break for it, Pekk curses under his breath and attempts to double back with the notion of heading off the creature; "Merde! I will double back and attempt to 'ead 'im off!"
As the lycanthrope makes an escape bid, Pekk attempts to nick the brute with his silvered blade: :
Pekk stumbles as the heavy blade bites deep; "Mon dieu you are a strong one!" The gnome presents the silvered edge of the dagger before the brutish wolf-man; "That 'urt Loup Garou... Perhaps you should taste a silvered kiss non?" He flicks the blade out threateningly as he circles the creature : :
As the others begin to engage the beast-man, Pekk hustles to support them arriving to stand shoulder to The gnome lashes out with his silvered knife, also seeking to inflict minimal damage on the creature; "En Garde Loup Garou!" : :
As the long shanks quickly outstrip the gnome's stride, Pekk presses on in their wake with silver dagger grasped and readied;
The scoundrel gives slight bow at Isabel's response; "Of course my Lady... I should have expected nothing less I think!" When the clamour of alarm is raised, Pekk makes for the guard well by the most direct route available. As he hustles as best his shorter stature will allow the gnome draws his fine silvered dagger .
Hearing the horn Pekk snaps awake, buckles on his sword belt and re-curls his moustaches with a deft touch. The river-scoundrel intercepts the council members outdoors as he dons his flamboyant hat with a hard smile and a nod; "When facing potential death one must should not neglect countenance no?" The gnome faces the night air with a hard stare, then turns to Isabel; "My Lady... Would it not be prudent to stay 'ere? The enfant may encite the beast..."
Pekk mulls the situation; "Per'haps we could offer him some bait? I hear the loup garou can be partial to a morsel of gnome now and again? Bon Appetite and all that! " The diminutive river-scoundrel smiles as he pats the hilt of one of the matching daggers that sit at his belt; "Besides Argentia will keep me safe."
When the raven and wildswoman exchange words Pekk raises an eyebrow in surprise; Sacre Riviere! The raven speaks back!
Pekk watches the interchange betwixt bird and the council leaders with interest; The King gives thanks to the crow... Fascinating...
Pekk wryly smiles at Josef; "Bein. Old School is the best I think... Although some in Mivon would argue otherwise!" As the group being to track the werewolf, the gnome hustles to keep up with the longshanks on a mission. When they pause to discern the tracks, he grabs a breath, wafting himself with his heron-feathered hat; "Tracking is 'ard work non? Once we catch up with this loup-garou, how do you want to play it? Parler or En Garde!?"
Think that is the case - normally I'm part of the group from the ground up and build interactions from there. Heads a bit fried from work - so likely am overthinking this :) Cheers for the input and I'll keep finding Pekk's voice!
Nah not the group - am enjoying the posts (and your story thusfar) - just conscious that I'm not getting into the groove of the game early (which is not me normally) - could be I'm jumping the gun as it is early days. Pekk is a skills monkey and I've built him very much with the Spymaster role in mind (as well as designated trap-finder). And I also know he's got loads of potential... Possibly just the "new kid at school" syndrome lol.
Gang - know its early days but I'm not really "feeling" it with Pekk - struggling to get a grip on both the character and make headway in the game. Not a criticism of the game or your style at all - more my RP mojo not kicking into gear. Last thing I want to feel is a passenger, but likewise need to hit the ground running (which I just don't feel I'm doing)... I also don't want to waste collective time as you're a tight group with some very specific ideas. Thoughts/Feedback appreciated BD EDIT: I'm an experienced player (and pbp'er) who takes pride in my RP and normally find a groove or voice of a character (and feel for a game) pretty quick. Don't think that's clicked here hence my honest post above.
Pekk acknowledges his orders with a simple "Bien sûr!" then looks to the others to lead the way. As he passes Josef he tips the nod to the swordsman; "Aldori? Of which school may I ask Monsieur... Traditional or Mivonian?"
Pekk stands quietly impressed by the way Isabel garner's information that is scarce and obscure. As the others arrive and quietly bows in his trademark fashion, flashing a smile at the bevy of powerful women; "Enchante My Ladies. I heard that Silverhold was a nation of treasures... I see now they meant The Council itself!" As talk turns to hunting the lycanthrope, Pekk demeanor sobers; "Some who are afflicted by such a curse know not what they do... Others revel in its power and blood-letting. Let us 'ope this Kellid is the former and not the latter no?"
Seeing that nothing more is forthcoming Pekk reports back to Lady Isabel with little to show; "My Lady. The crimes took place away from the inn, and little is known of their nature... Do you wish me to stay or seek your 'usband?" The gnome looks somewhat forlorn at his shortcomings at this first test; "Once we learn more, I will pillor the river-folk. Murder most foul is not uncommon in the River Kingdoms, but killing of both folk and flock is strange..."
Get better soon DBH!
Pekk tips the nod to Isabel, then moves to engage the tap-room's patrons trying to gauge their mood. What bouquet pervades the air here? One perhaps of curiosity? Fear perhaps? Anger? Indifference? :
As he meets the other council members Pekk replicates his dramatic bow with a sweep of his feathered hat; Enchanté Ladies and Gentlemen. Pekkonjorum Tyvett Carndellvyn at your service. Please call me Pekk. As Lord and Lady Aulamaxa state I am here to offer service and skill in whatever fashion I can!" The gnome places his flamboyant hat back on his head, the purple velvet offering a garish contrast to the silver heron feathers which decorate it. "Lead on Lady Isabel. Let me prove my worth!"
At Isabel's suggestion of clemency Pekk smiles and bows once again; "Merci Lady Aulamaxa. I do not claim to be from the right or wrong side of the river... Merely one who has travelled it - with all the twists and turns it presents oui? I would tell all I know... but my throat is parched, perhaps a wine from the royal cellar could whet my words... " He nods at the prospect of the castle and collects his box; "Bien. It would be good to formally present myself and my intentions..." The flamboyant gnome's words are cut short by the clamour raised by the townsfolk, and the grim news they bring; Sacré Rivière! Murdered you say..!?" Pekk turns to the rulers; "Lord and Lady. Please allow me to assist in this matter! I 'ave a keen blade and keener eye... and feel certain one or both will be needed in dealing with this most foul series of events."
When Isabel appears and makes her introduction, the gnome wryly smiles, then bows theatrically allowing his flamboyant hat to brush the ground; "Enchanté Lady Aulamaxa... Lord Aulamaxa. My name is Pekkonjorum Tyvett Carndellvyn... Simply "Pekk" to those who know me. My vessel does indeed fly your banner... 'Tis customary to display the pennant of the nation upon whose waters you traverse it is not?" He straightens, absent-mindedly grooming his moustache before continuing with a good-natured smile; "Why am I here? Opportunity. The River Kingdoms are a chaotic and uncompromising set of realms. To be successful one must seek out opportunities to serve and to self-serve Oui? Even as a fledgling nation your repute and deeds have flowed through the currents to those who would care to listen. I am here to offer my services and those of my vessel Le Fortune Capricieuse... If of course you will 'ave us."
Pekk's moustache twitches as he chuckles; So not quite a bumpkin simpleton... "Excuse em moi; Silverhold it is. The Lord and Lady? Ah... I have a proposition for them..."
The diminutive dandy pauses with a wry smile and approaches Darian still bearing his box; Bien. An honest labourer by his shroud of sweat. A good compass on those I seek... "Salut my friend! Pray tell me where I can find the Lord and Lady of Silverhall?"
As Darian mulls both impending parenthood and the ongoing responsibilities present by a neophyte realm his eyes are draw to an approaching craft on the lake. The small sampan is unassuming and plain, similar to many such vessels that ply their trade - both fair and foul upon the waterways of the River Kingdoms. Yet this one was unusual in that it bore two fluttering pennants upon its mask. The first bore the flag of the River Kingdoms as was customary. However the second smaller flag bore the symbol of Silverhold itself… As the river-boat comes to a halt on the silty bank of the Tuskwater, scant distant from the outskirts of the castle itself, Darian can see a few crew members busying themselves with mundane tasks. On the foredeck stands another small figure, this one’s flamboyant garb at odds with the seeming drabness of the vessel. As the disembark plank is lowered, the same figure collects a small chest and walks onto shore with a lightness of step and element of swagger…
Cool - I'll get something crafted and up on the assumption that Darian is musing by the lake. Would indeed be good to get intros done and jump in (presuming of course you find a place/use for the river scoundrel)
Ahhh. The whole recruitment becomes clear now... :)
Thinking Pekk will arrive at the castle on the morrow, moor up nearby and seek an audience with the ruling council to offer his services. Guards would likely describe him as a flamboyantly dressed gnome - one of the river-folk. Not sure if you want to set the scene GM_DBH or for me to just kick on? Would likely be more "organic" if the PCs hear they have a gnome visitor seeking an audience.
Any news on Black Dow's character? Apologies chief - was putting the finishing touches but here's the mostly done Pekk for everyone's delectation. Heavily focussed on trap-finding/disposal, knowledge gathering (with an eye on the Spymaster kingdom role) and a support combatant. All round skills monkey to boot. Still need to nail down expenditure and my boat stats, but the crux of him is done. Thrash out his history & background. He originally hails from Mivon (small crafter town with high gnome pop named Jovvox). Was drawn into a life of river-raiding and smuggling. Now a freelance vagabond of the waterways. With Silverhold offering stability to the region its opened up the Shrike and Tuskwater (presume the previous landlord did little to encourage trade/opportunity). With a fledgling kingdom (and realm change for the better) now on his @All: Does Silverhold have a coat of arms? |
