Yeah... I'm starting to be concerned.
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Always be yourself. Unless you can be a dragon. Then, be a dragon.
Go ahead, kitten. I haven't seen you.
"This is neither the place or time for me to say what I want." Rett shrugs with a faint growl of irritation. "Thrune is in control of the city, and I've got a job to do." Dismissing any further talk, Rett clanks away to a secluded corner, where he attempts to fix his banners best he can. To his great irritation, he crosses the path of a fellow gnoll around the way, who seems to see through his costume. All the more reason to fix it up. "Is that one friend, or foe? Whichever you are, stranger, may Sheela's fires warm your night."
I have a bit of a feat-hungry build already, but I'll keep an eye on what you guys pick and see if I can fit it in.
Now then: I'm 26, a software engineer from Montréal, Quebec. I've been tabletop gaming since late high school. I can post once a day, sometimes a short second post. Rett was born to slavery in Kintargo, and is fully consumed by the ambition to liberate the city from its captors and slavers. Build-wise, I'm focused on being a front-line monster. I intend to pick my mercies and spells centered around using Lay On Hands as a reserve of HP first and foremost (not that I'm averse to healing fellow party members when needed), and being as hard to kill as possible. He'll be dabbling in intimidation as well, with Cornugon Smash and the like.
My heart goes out to you and those close to the deceased, RVT. Thanks for taking a moment to update us.
Gnoll expletives echo through Rett's mind at Simon's insinuations. To have his alibi seen right through was not something he'd been expecting. "So you know, huh? Heh. What we want doesn't matter in this city. You'd better know that by now. Those are the new circumstances. The city only cares about what the lords want."
Rett frowns. Hidden hands are never a good sign. That said... If he's hiding it under that cloak, it can't be a very threatening weapon. "Don't bring that up. The last thing I need is to be reminded." The gnoll grumbles. "What do you want, catfolk?"
Rett remains mostly impassible as Simon approaches him. That one looks like he might be ready to rebel with the others, even brought a beast along to cause some trouble. On the other hand, he might be a planted spy. I'd better keep an eye on him, someone like that might be good help... or major trouble. Silver teeth ground against one another, and Rett's hands tightenend into fists in his gauntlets. Things should be breaking any minute now...
That's a really cool idea. I forget, can another spellcaster working with the crafter provide the spells? If so, starting at level 4, Rett would be able to provide some paladin spells for this purpose.
I'm fine with either. Rett is, obviously, a frontliner with little in the way of range. -Posted with Wayfinder
The massive frame of a gnoll clinks and clanks in on the scene, clad in heavy armor and cheliaxian banners. These symbols mark him as being the property of some of the local noblesse. Gnolls aren't an uncommon sight by now. With martial law in full operation, these patrolling slave-enforcers have become both a sign of House Thrune's power and one of their fearsome influence. This one, though, is a little bit different... "So this is where it's going to break out, huh?" Rett ponders to himself, as he purports to patroll the area. A smirk traces itself on his silver-toothed maw behind his helmet, and a faint cackling laugh echoes out. "In Sheela's name and grandfather Dreamer's memory, this one'll show them what we do to tyrants!" "Hm some of these folks are lookin' at me. I hope I don't scare too many protestors away..."
I've not had such issues. Maybe use Roll20?
Wahoo! Thanks for picking me, GM. Sorry to those who didn't make it, I wish you the best of luck for your future games. |