Raef stands next to Jerrica, opposite from Tassira.
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Raef winces at the sound of thunderstone. "Yeesh," he says as sticks a pinky finger in one of his ringing ears. "Couldn't they have just blown that horn again?"
Raef cocks his head to one side as looks up at the old tower. To his untrained eye, there wasn't much difference between it and the cathedral, apart from its age. "I wonder what such an old pile of stones is doing in the middle of town," he remarks to no one in particular as they head off back towards the cathedral.
Raef's family had never been particularly devout and the religious ceremonies he'd been obliged to attend while growing up were usually tedious affairs full of seemingly endless oration praising long-gone ancestors or beseeching the aid of inscrutable divinities. They certainly didn't include the release of swarms of butterflies. Caught up in the spectacle of thousands of insects fluttering through the air, Raef missed out on his new companions' conversation of where to go next. When his swallowtail-inspired reverie ended, Raef was startled to find himself alone; it was only after spinning around in almost a complete circle before he spotted Jerrica, Tassira, and the rest walking towards the tower. "Hey, wait up," he says as he jogs after them.
"If so, it must be an important one," Raef says to Altus. "They didn't announce the horseshoe toss like that.
Gazing up at the structure, he supposed the cathedral was alright as far as buildings went. He shrugs and follows Jerrica. "I guess they did a good job fixing it up after the fire," Raef says as he sits down beside her. "But I know about as much about architecture as I do about arcana - which is not very much."
Raef tests the weight of the horseshoe, trying to get a feel for the thing's heft. He closes one eye and lines up his shot before tossing the iron shoe.
"Hmm..." Raef's brows furrow as he considers Tassira's question. "I've never tried to throw my sword before, usually it's just been knives and hatchets. "A sword's not meant for throwing, but I wonder..."
"I appreciate the offer, Jerrica," Raef replies. "But I think I'll stick to things I can throw. That way I don't have to put down my sword."
Raef nods in agreement. "I was never much good with a bow anyways," he says. "I once had an archery instructor who had some very, um, unkind things to say about my parentage based on my marksmanship."
Raef looks to Altus and shrugs before saying "I don't see why not - it looks like all excitement is going on outside."
As the new-formed group moves through the town to the Rusty Dragon, Raef is content to observe the hustle and bustle, quietly happy that he wasn't being stalked by agents of his father. Upon seeing the inside of the inn as busy as outside he asks - no one in particular - "It seems like every body in town is out and about. What's so special about today?"
"My name's Raef'finan, but you can call me Raef. Elven names can be troublesome to pronounce - which is not to say that I think any of you would have trouble saying Raef'finan."
Raef'finan's grin becomes a little less sheepish. "Okay," he says with a laugh. "Okay, yeah. I'm Raef'finan." "Hello." He nods at Tassira. "So. Um. What brings you here?"
Jerrica looks up from her plate to the approaching elf. "Is something wrong?" Raef'finan stops short; "Huh? Wrong? N-no, nothing's wrong - you probably saved my life. I should be giving you money." He holds out the coin Jerrica had given him. "But, then... I guess I'd be giving you your own money back... To you." He grins sheepishly.
Raef'finan's eyes bug out as one of the women he spotted approached. This is it, he thought as she grabbed him around the midsection. My adventure is over before it began... "Gackkk!" The morsel of fish is propelled out Raef's mouth by the woman's deft application of force underneath his ribs. Before he can catch his breath to thank her, she's gone, but not before she presses something into his hand. Look down, he sees a gold coin glinting in his palms - enough to pay for an armful of fishes-on-sticks. Raef'finan didn't know much about bounty hunters, but he doubted they paid for their quarries' lunches. "H-hey," he says as he trots after her and her companion. "Wait up."
Raef'finan got the hair-raising-on-the-back-of-your-neck feeling that he was being watched. Glancing over his shoulder, he spotted a pair of young woman looking his way. What's so interesting about me? he wondered as he took a bite of fish, but his next thought nearly made him choke. Could they have been sent by my father? Half-chewed fish caught in his throat caused a coughing fit and as he struggled to recover, Raef dropped the rest of his meal.
Despite being surrounded by crowds of festival-goers, Raef'finan is very much alone with his thoughts. He wanders about the brightly decorated stalls aimlessly, one hand grasping the neck of sack slung over his shoulder, while the other hand toys with the signet ring bearing the Melisteara family seal. With his last bit of money, Raef buys a barbecued fish on a stick and starts looking for a place to sit and ponder what to do next
Whenever anyone asks other members of the Melisteara family about Raef’finan, the answer usual begins with an exasperated sigh and a roll of the eyes. Raef’finan has not exactly comported himself in a manner befitting the scion of a nobel elvish family. The house elders were not concerned when young Raef’finan displayed absolutely zero aptitude for magic, arcane or divine. After all, many nobleborn elves gained honor and renown in elite ranger corps and martial orders. But while he displayed a definite enthusiasm for warfare and some natural skill at arms, Raef’finan was eventually drummed out of every outfit he joined. He was too loud and impulsive to be a ranger, too obstinate and irreverent to be a cavalier, and defintely too undisciplined for either. In a last ditch effort to maintain his son’s (and by association, the family’s) respectability, Raef’finan’s father came to an agreement with the patriarch of another noble house, Cel’lestine. Raef’finan would be commissioned in a mostly ceremonial position within the Cel’lestine household militia. In exchange for this sinecure, Raef’finan would marry a Cel’lestine daughter. Raef’finan wasn’t aware of any of this until an inebriated cousin at his secret bachelor party let slip what was going to happen the next morning. After telling everyone at the party that he was going to the bathroom, Raef’finan grabbed what gear he could and fled. Sandpoint seems like a quiet enough place to plan his next move.
Zack Muad'Dweeb here. My question is about starting hp - roll for it, full hit die, some other method I'm not thinking of?
Zack Muad'Dweeb here. Most of the crunch is done, just have to fill in some miscellaneous gear and pick another trait. Fluff will be forthcoming. |