Aye. Fire would be prudent.
Ro'an grabs up the biggest, driest deadfall he can find. Hefting it back, he begins breaking it into kindling and longer burning logs.
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Ro'an, being more stoic than chatty, listens to the discussion. The group agrees with his mindset, so he simply nods and speaks one word. Agreed. He begins the next leg of the journey giving Colin an additional nod with eye contact expressing his confidence in his new companion.
Ro'an listens to the others. Choosing to keep silent. He surveys the surroundings as they walk, seeing if anyone is paying an undue amount of attention to them.
I updated Ro'an's profile to be current. Also added info into the text fields that show up next to the avatar in the game thread.
Ro'an picks up one of the prepared packs. Ready. He looks to the others as if they are wet faced babes for not being instantly ready for adventure. He holds his tongue for any comment to that affect. He wordlessly joins Colin in drinking at the bar. When it's time to leave, he makes it clear Tobin is picking up the tab. Change/Update:
I'll be adding a bone handled knife (dagger) to my list since I introduced a bit ago mistakenly thinking I had one. Also adding a small carving kit. Even Barbar's gota have a creative outlet. I'll subtract the gold from my starting coin.
Ro'an listens to Berenwyr whispered words. This Elf has reason to his madness. He may prove a worthy alley yet. After taking in the arcane one's meaning, he answers simply by making eye contact and nodding. Agreed.
Speaking in a voice of respect and genuine curiosity Pray tell, what magics of yours value this scroll above our time.
Snatching up his share of the loot, Ro'an weighs the coin in his hand as a master assayer would. Satisfied, he grunts and ties the pouch to his belt. I grow restless for adventure. Others may feel so as well and be heading there now. What say you all.
By my scars and axes I will undertake this heroic hike! Aaaaaaaal the way to th' other side o' th' island. Have a hot meal and a warm bed readied when I return. Nay, reverse those.
At Berenwyr's reveal, Ro'an speaks out. Bahh! You should bear you marks proudly! Do not hide. It is the pompous princes and nobles peacocking about that never dirty a nail living off the backs of others that should hide their shameful faces. Ro'an fumes a moment, then turns his attention to Tobin. A for your offer little master. You expect us to drink this watered down swill and sleep in infested beds then go out and do you bidding! He stands, allowing his full height to settle on the dwarf. He slams his fist again on the table.
He looks to Teodor. His quarry is true. Answer it. Addressing Colin. Worry not. A few scars will only improve your comeliness to the wenches. BWAHHHHAA! Lastly he points a deadly finger at the Elf. I jest not about the bird. He then move his finger and taps a plate. *smack* *smack* Mmmmmmm
Ro'an growls deeply into his tankard at the mysterious Elfs quip. Hrmmmmmmm
Well met! I be Ro'an from the Expanse.
Ro'an sits motionless. Looking into his tankard he speaks in a low deep voice to no one and yet everyone. A feathered fiend droped a s&&$e in my drink once. He pauses for effect, placing his throwing blade on the table. Once. He adds, before returning to drinking and observing.
The door opens swiftly. Standing in the threshold surveying the surroundings is a tall dark form with unkempt dreads reaching past his shoulders. He wears ankle high boots with a wide flap, leather pants loose cut with cross stitching on the outer seam. A wide belt over a wider sash of animal hide connect to leather groin armor at his waist. A sleeveless chain shirt exposes his brown Mwangi skin, revealing it to be bronzen and lighter than most of his countrymen. His muscled frame is more sinew than bulk, conveying a sense of speed and agility. The general outline of his face and stature is unquestionably Mwangi, however subtle facial features convey northern contours. Eyes of deep hazel with bright golden flecks shining like stardust sit under brooding brows. An angled scar sits across his chin and his left ear is adorned with a small scrimshaw bone piercing. Two worn handles crossing his back await his grip as does his horn handle dagger at his waist. He looks at the solitary Dwarf.
He sits. Drinking a long draft of the ale.
Ro'an here. I'll give my gear a final once over before the game starts. Looking forward to it.
I would like to introduce Ro'an. He's of Mwangi decent.
By Gorum's sack, even our own eyes do deceive us here. Ro'an releases his two handed battle-ax from it's harness slung over his back, and proceeds up the stairs, spanning them two at a time.
House on tree stump was in my head, so in theory I pointed to that. But since I was not specific, go with whatever makes sense to the GM.
Ro'an is momentarily startled by the gnomes transformation into a cheetah.
Knowing his mind can not yet comprehend his situation, he takes a que from the running cheetah. Physical exertion is real, and he can control it. With that, he take off in a full out run towards the house. The burn of his muscles feels good and grounds his senses, allowing him to cope better when he arrives.
Ro'an points at the nearest house. We may be able to find answers there. It's a less public place than the others I survey. Better if there is trouble. He stands there to await council from the others.
What vile trickery this!? Maril, is this your doing? I do not approve.
Ro'an pauses before entering, looking to see if any eyes are watching this tent, or other suspicious activity.
If satisfied, he will enter and stand near the entrance.
Ro'an speaks in a low deadpan voice to no one in particular. It's drained many a man's purse, hummph.
Ro'an stands protectively within arms reach of the guards. After all, being a bodyguard was the price he offered to be in Maril's company. He does so, however, in a manor not to threaten the local hires. He doesn't want any unnecessary trouble.
I see enough Harrowed nightmarish figures in my sleep. I could not stomach them in the daytime. Ro'an blurts uncharacteristically. He seems very uncomfortable in this environment. It's the first he has shown anything but self confidence and control since his path crossed with the others.
Everyone knows the gameplay thread is up right? Doh! I do now. Thanks!
Greetings Gnome. You may call me Ro'an.
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