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Work bug continues to bite folks - have bunch of After Action Review content to prep, ongoing jobs offshore and a technical response to an Non Conformance Report to prepare this week... As such, time and creative energy will be on the low ebb for the foreseeable. Reluctantly it might be better to replace Pekk, as I'm already feeling behind in the new system learning curve and narrative due to RL stymieing my engagement...
Just a heads up gang - I'm slammed operationally with work at the moment. Have leave booked for Friday but time will likely be sparse before then. Please bot me as required.
As the group piles in with blade and spell, Pekk too moves in , drawing his dagger as he goes . "Monsieur Ogre... Prepare to die!"
Pekk smiles, tipping his brim in apology; "Coupe-gorge? A forgive me Vesi... I pepper my words with the gnomish tongue of my 'hometown of Jovvox. It means murderer or cutthroat... some one of ill-intent..."
Pekk gratefully accepts the healing berry, pursing his lips as he chews; "Merci bonne dame. These are très exquisite! You could make quite the liqueur with such berriez..."
He surveys the fallen cutthroat's mulling Vesi's words; "Alas, such is the burden of rulership non? Someone will always wish to take what you 'ave... The question is what did these coupe-gorge seek to achieve..." The rogue catches the potion, then eyes it curiously with a twinkling smile; "Peau d'écorce... Good for my complexion oui!?" Pressing on, the rogue keeps his rapier drawn as they harvest the potions from the fallen. At the shouts he bids his companions press on; "Merde! Sounds like belle Linzi could be in trouble!"
Pekk looks down at the blooming blot of crimson forming where the dagger pierced his shoulder. "Merde! C'était une nouvelle veste..." Gnomish:
"Skit! This was a new jacket..." His smile hardens as he attacks... "En garde you black 'earted curs!"
... but his damaged shoulder hampers his lighter blade.
Work and RL over last couple of days have emptied my tank folks. Going to get my head down and recharge, will likely be weekend before I'm up and posting again. Bot me as necessary please.
Pekk wryly smiles and eases back into his comfortable bed; "You kobolds are bizarre creatures Chevalier Russ'ruk. Rooting about in tunnels and the like. Give me the open air and ze bend in a river any day Mon Ami." He nods, mulling the conversation as he gauges where the party's compasses lie; "Ah ze Sword Lords. Are they honourable and just? Perhaps, they obligate us to undertake this campaign. Will there be a balance to pay? Absolument. So I agree, we should keep our own guard up. As long as we respect the laws of the Rivière Kingdoms that is a good first step I think."
Pekk listens intently then heads to the chambers with the others. Once there he strips down to his tunic, removing hat and even his eye patch... revealing a perfectly functioning eye that twinkle's with equal mischief to its twin. "Well Mon Amis. Quite the feast indeed... the other 'nome was quite the snobbish idiot. While Lady Linzi was quite the artist non?" He stretches, producing a mirror and begins to tidy and wax his moustaches as he continues to engage you all; "Bon. Let us not be too 'asty in making plans... The denizens of the lands we seek to rule 'ave rightful claim... at the moment. Some we may 'ave to convince. Others may 'ave to be... unseated." The scoundrel chuckles wryly; "Of course Chevalier Russ'ruk, as well as a grande throne we will 'opefully 'ave a grande treasury too!"
Pekk nods approvingly at the halfling's sketches; "Superbe Madamoiselle Linzi! You 'ave quite the talent indeed." He pauses, considering something then reaches into his jacket and produces a long heron feather similar to the one embellishing his hat. "Please accept this simple gift as way of thanks. The Heron is... 'ow you say... my totem oui? It symbolises elegance, self-reliance and grace... All ways one could describe your skills. Perhaps it will suffice as a quill to your art!" Once again he bows gracefully and proffers the feather.
Pekk listens, then with a nod replaces his glove; "Merci. Your words are well intended, but I will bid you adieu as there are others more befitting of my conversation." The rogue, then turns and returns to the table to fill his goblet before moving to near the young halfling woman. With a deep bow he introduces himself to Linzi, before flashing a twinkling smile; "Bonjour my Lady. Pekkanjorum Tyvett Lacdellvyn at your service... I see you 'ave been sketching the Persona Dramatis non? I 'ope you captured my dash and bon viveur!"
Pekk stands for a moment after the harsher words from Tartuccio, then gulps his goblet dry. Pulling one glove from his hand he follows the sorcerer as he engages with the dwarf. Cutting in he flashes a hard smile; "Pardonnez-moi maître nain. J'aurais des mots avec celui-ci." Gnomish:
"Pardon me Master Dwarf. I would have words with this one." Pekk's brow furrows as he presses home his intent; "Tartuccio. Je me frappe comme l'un des idiots de Pompus, importants que les royaumes fluviaux apparaissent trop souvent. Je voudrais que vous sachiez que je pourrais acheter votre chambre trois fois! Certes, j'ai perdu plus que je n'en ai peut-être un, mais telle est la vie non? Je demande donc à votre satisfaction. Excusez-vous ou convoquez le courage de me faire face dans un duel!" Gnomish:
"Tartuccio. I strike me as one of the pompus, self important idiots that the River Kingdoms all too often spawn. I would have you know I could buy your room thrice over! True I have lost more than I may have one, but such is life no? So I demand satisfaction you slug. Apologise or summon the courage to face me in a duel!"
The hand wielding the glove poised at his rival's answer...
Pekk enjoys the tale, and his smile remains as he notes Tartuccio's dismissive tone. He leans in, engaging the pompous sorcerer further; "De grandes histoires en effet. Nous, les gnomes, avons peu besoin de telles demi-vérités, non ? Nos vies sont colorées et pleines de spectacle sans qu'il soit nécessaire d'en faire un conte de fée. En parlant de foyers, je viens d'arriver en ville et je n'ai pas encore pris de dispositions pour me loger. Il semblerait que vous ayez à la fois du goût et du raffinement mon ami. Où séjournes-tu? Pouvez-vous le recommander?" Gnomish:
"Tall tales indeed. We gnomes have little need for such half truths no? Our lives are colourful and full of spectacle without the need to turn it into a hearthside tale. Speaking of hearths I just arrived in town and have yet to make arrangements for accomodation. It would seem you have both taste and refinement my friend. Where are you staying? Can you recommend it?"
Pekk listens intently between sips of his own goblet, unpatched eyebrow cocked in false impressiveness; "Ah magique. En effet pour ceux qui la manient, cela s'apparente à une lame bien affûtée non ? Entre les mains d'un novice comme moi, il s'agit simplement d'une agréable gorgée de vin. Pour un maître comme vous, ce doit être comme posséder le vignoble!" Gnomish:
"Ah magic. Indeed for those who wield it, it is akin to a well honed blade no? In the hands of a novice like myself it merely pleasing sip of wine. To a master like yourself, it must be like owning the vineyard!"
Pekk smiles warmly at the kobold’s enthusiastic speech; ”Lofty aims indeed Mon Ami! Let us ‘ope we are afforded the opportunity to make such dreams a reality eh!?” As the fiery blaze suggests they circumnavigate the throng, the dandy seems keen but any scheme is stymied by the call to enter.
As the guests mingle, Pekk sidles up to his fellow gnome. Doffing his hat, the rogue bows deeply then straightens his heron feather before engaging his robed brethren in an introduction; ”Bonsoir Monsieur. Souhaitez-vous que je continue dans notre langue ou préférez-vous la Langue Commune?" Gnomish:
"Good evening Sir. Do you wish me to continue in our language or would you prefer the Common Tongue?"
Pekk reaches for a goblet of wine as he smiles disarmingly before continuing; "Je m'appelle Pekkanjorum Tyvett Lacdellvyn. Je suis originaire de la belle ville de Jovvox près de Mivon. Connaissez-vous l'endroit ? D'après la qualité et la coupe de votre tenue, j'ai l'impression que quelqu'un a bien voyagé et qu'il est sage dans le monde..." "Je ne suis qu'un humble adepte de l'école de duel de Jovvox. Nous ne sommes pas des seigneurs de l'épée Aldori, mais je peux me défendre contre la plupart des personnes présentes dans cette pièce, à l'exception de Lady Jamandi elle-même! Nous sommes aiguisés d'esprit et de lame. Encore une fois, je pense que vous respectez ces attributs non?" Gnomish:
"My name is Pekkanjorum Tyvett Lacdellvyn. I hail from the fair town of Jovvox near Mivon. Do you know the place? From the quality and cut of your garb I get the sense of someone well travelled and worldly wise... " "I myself am but a humble devotee of the Duelling School of Jovvox. We are no Aldori Swordlords but I can hold my own against most in this room bar the Lady Jamandi herself! We are sharp in mind and blade. Again I think you respect such attributes no?"
Standing nearby in line is a gnome unlike most of his fey-touched brethren: tall and lean, his indigo hair has a damp sheen to it, as if he recently completed a swim or stepped out during inclement weather. His pale smiling face is framed by a neatly trimmed beard and features a waxed moustache, and most noticeably, an eye-patch that leaves a solitary eye of that twinkles with mischief. About his person he wears the functional garb of a river-boater; weather-worn but lightly encumbering. His outfit is crowed by a wide brimmed plumed with a heron feather. At his belt sits a rapier and a slim dagger, keeping company with belt pouch and a wooden scroll case. He politely observes Vesi as she communes with the tree before his attention is broken by the shuffling queue and grumbling kobold nearby. With a wry smile he responds to the (equally) diminutive warrior; ”Zhe wheels of progress turn slowly my friend. Such is the way. ‘Ere in Restov it is no different no?” Pekk takes measure of the kobold, still wearing a friendly smile as he continues. His speech melodic and peppered with terms of Gnomish origin : ”So you fancy yourself a regent mon ami? Tell me... How would you reward those loyal to your crown..?”
Pekk is somewhat of a wandering rogue, so could have come across any of you on his travels in the Mivon area/Sellen River. He walks both sides of the track, so its plausible to mix with anyone.
Thanks for the selection DM B - very much appreciated :) Am hoping this is the newbies table as PF2 is new territory to me, so a certain degree of stating the obvious may be required. Will get Pekk's profile tidied up and finish up my "crunch" and spending. Looking forward to pathfinding a new realm (figuratively and literally)!
The concept is more important. A non campaign specific background is perfectly acceptable. Excellent - am pretty much there with the nuts and bolts of Pekk's build. Still nailing down fine details - taken much longer than I envisioned as I was unclear of the permutations of various crunch elements. Fluff background is he is a former apprentice weaponmaker from the gnome town of Jovvox, near Mivon. Alway keen to exploit an opportunity for gain (in true River Kingdoms tradition) he began hocking "borrowed samples" the cheap weaponry the town is famous for, to local privateers, mercenaries and adventurers. Through their interaction Pekk learned that quality was often overlooked if your reputation or "face" fitted... As such he would give his marks the impression that he had studied at one of the minor schools of Aldori swordplay in Mivon. The ruse would often work and the scoundrel found both opportunity and the opportune would come knocking. Keeping on the move was paramount to Pekk, lest the ire resulting from his half-truths being exposed come back and haunt him. When they have Pekk has shown himself to be a capable swordsman, which further blurs where truths and falsehoods start and end. The expedition to the Stolen Lands presents yet another opportunity to move on, recreate himself and being anew. Perhaps this time it is sincere... Then again... If selected I plan to select the Swashbuckler Free Archetype for Pekk.
Here's Pekk's WIP... getting there slowly as I'm trying to get my head round the system as much as how to record said system for a PC profile lol. Went with Brevic Noble Background as figured the son of the House Lodovka's Barge-Master would likely fall under the "favoured servant" umbrella... |
