Male Human Sorcerer 5 (draconic bloodline - gold)
Ragnar takes a chair and sits down, then looks intently at Heggry. "I am Ragnar Thorkelsen" he says. "I have some magic powers and am willing to put them at your disposal. Now what is your trouble?" He looks appreciatively at the room's furnishing. "Built to last, eh? I like that. People are so shoddy in their workmanship nowadays."
Male Human Sorcerer 5 (draconic bloodline - gold)
Ragnar shudders with cold as he trudges on in the rain. "Remind me again what I'm doing here", he thinks to himself morosely. As so often he's been chasing wind in his search to understand his powers. Absentmindedly he tries to set a sodden twig on fire, but it's too damp to even smoke. A wan smile creeps over his face. The voice of the crier rouses him from his reveries. A mission, at last. Straightening his back, he moves with newfound purpose towards Carrion Manor.
Male Human Sorcerer 5 (draconic bloodline - gold)
Ragnar spent the morning fitting himself a leather armor. Kobolds may be puny but they pack a nasty sting, and Ragnar doesn't feel comfortable going out unarmored. The armor shouldn't impede his movements too badly and he feels a bit safer. He has no real idea about how it's going to interfere with his magic, and right now he trusts more to his sling.
Male Human Sorcerer 5 (draconic bloodline - gold)
Ragnar has been listening silently to the familiar banter, nursing his ale, lost in some reverie as seems to happen so often. But the thought of kobolds threatening his home upsets the normally jovial man, and he joins Simon in his investigations. Aid another in Diplomacy (not that it's needed) 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25 |