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I could easily shift away from the love lost trait to another campaign trait no biggy for me, perhaps the girl past on for a different reason like an incurable sickness or some such, and it wasn't quite as trait worthy.
I would take the love lost trait for this game. this will be a tidy way to explain Red's lack of interest and usual avoidance in anything beyond a simple flirtation. Lamm Killed the wrong Tavern wench and he will pay soon. I'm going to hold off on putting too much work into a suitable profile as you have quite the cast to choose from.
Hello, I would like to submit Red Xanthem to the game. I will make a second character sheet as he was rolled up for a solo thread my brother and I are running, and he was rolled up with some home brew rules and used our own method of skill heavy play. so I would need to bring him down a bit, but I absolutely love the why this character plays. and would be happy to see him in a group. (Rorse waves to Nazard)
I rolled this up the other day. hehe, it only makes me sad because I rolled up red the other night and he is ridiculous. but its for a solo thread.
So, Tell me Morgo. When I’m biting the ken, mind if I pick up some rum quids, I don’t want to be late with this months dues, and to be honest at the moment I’m a bit light of wagon wheels.if not its plumy, I’ll just find dawb later tonight. Point me toward the square crib and I’ll get the screeve. Red waits and listens to Morgo trying to figure out more about who’s home he might be entering tonight and more so what exactly he needs to take.
Red flipped his cloak around displaying the red to the outside of the world, he was a bit bold in this aspect, he tended to announce himself if he was likely to be seen any how. his eyes strayed to the floor and the immense turtle below it, it was an oddity to sit above such things but it suited Morgo, so he wouldn't complain. Pound it. he said simply. I'd ask but I trust there is a bit more to it since you are asking me and not some copper boy to get it done. he said with a smirk. I'd take a drink but I've already had more than i like to work on.
Red gears up in his room smirking at the comment that slim was making to hobart, Seemed like Hanzi and Hobart would get along famously. He walked over to a secret hatch in the roof and exited it, looking it behind him. He could always enter again on the main floor. He started the tricky walk to the posh and turtle, but trick meant entertaining. He wondered what other cats were out tonight, walking the fences. He will move as quickly as he feels comfortable doing so.he has doned his reversible cloak, putting the black to the outside and the red on the inside. He will move as if any obsticle is but a place to improvise and let nothing remain between him and his goal.and as always when on the roofs or just out at night in Korvosa it was a good idea to remain a shadow as much as possible. acrobatics
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thanks for letting me know. Red weaves his way back over to Slim. looks like someone is calling me on an errand boss, Two waters has it under control. you need me to pick up anything while I'm out? maybe a something to drink? the last was a phrase they used to joke with and get any special errands across. [b] after he was given leave he would head up to his cramped attic room, Red loved the tight space, plus it led to the rooftops. finishing his bread and cheese along the way.
I figured it saved us the trouble of having to take the lad out back, and him the trouble of being taken out back.He patted Two waters on the shoulder. I'm glad we agreed on this one. Did Morgo have any particular message for me, a meeting spot or anything? He was kind of surprised when all Two waters had to say, but then out it came like a harbinger from the calm man's lips, Morgo stopped by. Looks like there would be something to do tonight after all.
I helped him take a different path. Red easily admits as he sits a bit warily, he never can make scratch or clean with this guy, but there was a very simple way to find out. wait and listen. His cold blue eyes searched the man for a hint of what he was thinking. sense motive
if you'll excuse me gentleman? he says to the fellows at the bar. I better be getting back to work, eh boss? He hops up from the stool with the chunk of bread cheese and meat still in hand. Walking over to the table and the door, wondering what exactly he is about to get into. Two waters is one of those guys that is at the beginning of a really good story, a good story a few years from now when you are safe. but just before you are about to get dragged into the good story you wonder why you are walking casually over to the beckoning of such a man. The first rule is why, never ignore fate. and if fate wasn't pulling Two waters strings, then he had the world all wrong.
It wasn't so much that Red didn't want an apprentice, but Hanzi was a bit to clean and to be honest he spent some of his youth wondering what it would be like to not sleep with a dagger gripped in your hand, or having to find somewhere compact to sleep and well hidden. Hanzi, didn't know the life he was asking for. Perhaps if someday they came through again and he still wanted a cut throat life. Red down's his two knights and grabs a chunk of bread,a slice of cheese and a bit of the meat, eating the sand which with pleasure. He swivels around on his stool and starts glancing around for rats after coin. perception
Red moves his hand to reveal the clean side of the coin.well, Hanzi my friend looks like you are for the caravan. he turns to Hobart. My young friend here could use a strong mind with a bit of a watchful eye, over him, not wary of him. just to put you fully at ease, he isn't from Korvosa, and that is my main concern, I know this city is trying to kill us all and treats out-of-towners like marzipan. so as a favor to him would you take him on, he has a quick mind, he'll be up to whatever task you set to him.What do you say Hobart?
alright, lesson one Hanzi, never argue with fate. he pulls a copper out of his pocket and shows hanzi both sides. scratch and I teach you, i'll try to get you settled and a bit more, teach you everything I can. Clean side and you go with Hobart, Learn what he has to teach you and you stay nice and clean, keep out of the left handed business and trouble as best you can. sound fair? he finishes flicking the coin in the air. to land on the table. Red's hand slams down on the counter as fast as the coin lands and waits for Hanzi to agree. look under red's hand:
IF the headsman's kin are in sandpoint won't that mean your lass is in sandpoint? If you stay, you are going to have to pay your own dues and fight your own battles, I will teach you but I won't make you my responsibility, at least until you prove you are worth the trouble. Are you sure? if you can't learn quick the only ropes I may be leading you to are the ones in the gallows or the ones tied to anchors and your ankles. He waits a moment for Hanzi's response, before he replies to Hobart.
"Well Hanzi Fenello my friend, I'm on my second favor for you right now and I'll do ya at least one more before the night is over." Red grinned at him casually. "The first was stopping you from doing what you were about to do, this is a cutthroat city, literally. If you succeeded or failed in taking your mark, its my job to keep the costumers pouches full until they empty their contents on our drink, food, and tips. so the first favor was helping you not do something uninformed. the second is right here." a pair of pints slung down on the table and bread meat and cheese. " The third is an offer, that if I were you I'd take. This town is rough on someone that doesn't know the rules, a place like sand point might be a bit more your speed, pick up a trade.how does that sound? He rattled all this off to Hanzi and then turned to speak with his fellows while he gave the boy a moment to think it over. Thank you Gildana, I'll remember your kindness always.He grinned at the half elf right back, this is just the way it went between the two, he wasn't ever sure if she was flirting with him or treating him like a sibling. and so the od mixture was processed and returned half sarcasm half sincere. Actually Mr.Hobart, no one has come looking for me that I need to run from lately,so I am afraid I am going to have to turn you offer down one more time, you just wait until I get myself in enough trouble that I have no choice but to run and I'll look you up first thing, but I do know somebody that might be looking to leave the city, travel along with you til at least sand point unless you can work out a different arrangement by then, Nice honest fellow, to good for Korvosa if you ask me.
sure, you know what I mean. I've been there, staring at somebody's pouch, knowing it's got your meal ticket hanging there. Where ya from? Come on, the drink and the bite is on me. Red didn't do this often, but something about the kid struck him, He wasn't from around here, then hopefully he wasn't going to be staying either, cause the kid wouldn't survive with those kind of skills.
Red made his way to the bar, hopefully with the kid in tow. hey boss,can we get two pints and two bowls of whatever cook is slinging?Evening Mr. Hobart.
Teach the kid a lesson, and teach him hard? or give him a word of advice before he got himself in real trouble.He shakes his head,signaling two waters that nothing was wrong, with that he gave a yawn and a stretch. Red pads over to the stairs, not wanting to tip everyone off in the bar that he was working the rafters like spider in its web watching diligently which fly to eat and which to protect. Hopping from a beam to the stairs.
He then continues down and walks calmly over to the youngling. once close enough he will say in a quiet tone, You from around here kid? I'm guessing not, because you don't know better than to come into my tavern with that on your mind.
Red had managed to climb up in the raptors from the top of the stair case and was prowling about, He had a feeling there would be someone with grabby palms about today, whether it was a bag cutting hoodlum or a drunk getting overly familar with the girls. There was just an itch he had to scratch. He managed to weave his way over slim and what was his name? Hobart, sounded right but he couldn't quite remember. He manuevered over the bar and listened in as his eye wondered the patrons looking for what was out of place. perception.
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