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Peony jerks her head backwards, bounding for the open door she shrieks like a demon, leading the assault on Bo's shield side, leaping into the fray with a wild swing from her blade.
She grins wildly, spitting and snarling, attacking with great sweeping strikes and acrobatic leaps.
Are the Gui in the Courtyard or the Room?
Peony warily scampers ahead, surveying the northern courtyard, taking care not to disturb any of the porcelain debris.
Peony hefts the great jug of pepper wine, wrinkling her nose in confusion as the unfamiliar brew fills her nostrils. She smiles down at the container, shrugging. "Well, I've never turned down a free drink before" Swallowing a few mouthfuls she quickly drops the jug with a sputtering cough, making a bitter face at the wine. She turns her attention to the great wooden door, quietly leering inside. She looks back at Huan Bo with a knowing smirk.
(Damn, I posted from work and somehow totally spaced that we were beginning combat. I'm off for the next few days though. ) Lost in a daydream for the last few seconds Peony snaps to her senses as the bloodshed begins, the familiar scent of the red liquid filling her nostrils. She springs from the shadows with a screech, leaping beside Shara's Tiger, swinging her blade in tandem with it's vicious strikes
Peony stows her bow and draws her bastard sword, a heavy curved blade marred with scratches and a severe lack of polish. She watches her comrades arm themselves, chirping quietly "So I take it these fish fellas shouldn't be here? Well then...we should let them know." Smirking, she creeps through the gate into the courtyard, matching her footsteps to the tiger
Peony leers about before returning to the party, recounting what she's seen.
Sneering, Peony takes a cue from Shara and strings her bow as well, tightening, un-tightening and re-tightening her hip fastened quivers, trying to get the fit just right. Pulling her hood up to protect her eyes from the morning sun the halfling chirps again, probing at the hillside for a safe passage down "We should've come before morning, it would've been easier to approach...unnoticed. But no matter, if we were in for some sort of great peril we would've been sent with a bigger group, eh? Seriously though, if nobody objects to the idea I'd like to trot on ahead and give the joint a good once over, so as to make sure we're not walking into some sort of gank."
Standing at the top of the hill Peony adjusts her armor, stretching liberally, trying desperately to prevent herself from getting overheated. Once comfortable and able to focus on anything but her own annoyances she peers off across the valley, (?) admiring the beautiful sloped roof of the forest smothered palace. Unfortunately due to her stature she could only make out the roof of the palace through all the shrubbery, but nonetheless she was taken back by the sheer artistry, a far cry from the thatched shanty towns she's used to. Turning to one of her taller companions, she squeaks out "So, do y'all see anything I dont?"
Right on, I'm going with Monstrous Humanoid for favored enemy. Statblock is completed in this alias profile, I'm excited for tomorrow's fluff!
Interested in joining as a young thuggish halfling ranger. Any recommendations on a favored enemy? If not, are archetypes allowed? A Guide ranger is generally the way to go.
Submitting the illustrious Peony Boffin, Halfling Ranger extraordinare. I'll be fiddling with a few things in her sheet like Favored enemy and traits, but she's otherwise ready for battle and glory.
I had no idea that Galvanic Saboteur existed! I love it! I'll most likely be rebuilding as such, it'seems the exact niche I'm grasping for.
(Alias of Gypsy Mischief) Ah, alright, thanks for that, now the wheels are turning. I've always wanted to play Iron Gods, the Sword & Lasers feel is something I've been interested in for a long time. I'll probably be rolling as the lovely Peony Boffin, a tenacious frontiersman (woman) who lives by the skin of her teeth and the steel in her hands. I'll get to work on the background blurbs and whatnot. I won't have a lot to do the next few weeks, so a PBP sounds like just what I need.
Hey, this is GypsyMischiefs submission! The lovely Peony Boffin, peg legged archer lass of Pearl Harbor. i don't have much of a backstory cooked up yet, but I'm putting something together.
Hey hey, this is a rough draft of GypsyMischief's submission! My stats need to be redone, essentially just everything numerical as well as swapping out favored enemy types, but my skills, feat and gear selection will remain largely the same. A backstory tied up with personality quirks is on the way as well. Just wanted to be showing some serious interest.
I'd like to submit a halfling ranger. I'll work on a backstory, I generally start the character with a sentence or two worth of exposition and then flesh them out as we go about the first few adventures, but I'll write something out.
I present most of the crunchies for a striking young halfling ranger! I'll be jotting down a backstory and adding some traits, but I like the idea of a spunky dour butcher's daughter.
@Belladonna, assuming we're both selected I'd be happy to slowly realize that we're distant relatives over the course of the adventure, or even just refer to each other as cousin or some such out of fondness for one another, seems rightfully halflingy. I appreciate the advice, GM! I'll be making that adjustment for sure, I sure hope her current lack of a detailed background isn't killing my chances. Here's a formal version of my scattered ideas. Peony Boffin, aged 23 years, is the 3rd daughter of Mingo Magnus Boffin, an old codger of a halfling known across Gelfland (A rural valley in the north ruled by the Dwarven king Gelfbrick) as the only butcher with a wit sharper than his knives. As a third daughter of a nomadic butcher, even a somewhat famous one, she had little prospect of inheriting any of the family's limited wealth, and even less desire to marry. Her only true passions were smoking, dancing, fishing and archery. She reveled in the thrill of the hunt, embracing the sense of self and individuality that her clan so often seemed to deny her. After months of gentle hinting her father decided that if she was to not be married she might as well make something of herself, which was...essentially a blessing to strike out on her own. She would never have found herself in Falcon's Hallow if it were not for the legend of the silver stag, a great and elusive beast who's capture would make her name legendary in the mind's of her fellow hunters. She has followed the legends and seen the signs that she believes with lead her to her quarry. Peony stands 3'5" with a mane of flowing auburn hair that she takes care to maintain, with a few beaded dreadlocks strewn about. She has a special weakness for jewelry and in turn wears a ring on every finger and a mob of pendants and chains about her neck.
@Belladonna, a wonderful idea! I didn't have anything particular in mind, just some general concepts. I'd been imagining her tribe as a group of vikings almost, roaming the forests and plains of the north, clashing with dwarves and the races of man for land and such. Perhaps Peony is a butcher's daughter who took more readily to the thrill of the hunt. Just spitballing, what did you have in mind for yourself?
I hope I'm not too late to the party! If things are still up for consideration my name is Peony Boffin, sharpest archer in a hundred leagues! I hope a halfling ranger isn't stepping on anyone's toes (Belladonna), Peony is a Brash Ranger, though she's dexterity based her skillset is more attuned to be a scout than an infiltrator, keeping a utilitarian vibe. At her worst Peony is short tempered, vain, and selfish, always taking advantage of an opportunity to boast or flaunt whatever there is to be flaunted. At her best the girl is caustically sweet and goodhearted, if not a bit socially inept. I'd like to be a werewolf slayer, that trait is rad. Having an archer never hurts, right?
No sweat, I haven't been online for a few days either, just curious what the word was.
Nodding to Khazak, Peony darts off through the shrubbery, weaving and ducking her way to the narrow path [b]Khazak! Stay with Tolbold, I'll catch the last beast
