Male Human Gunslinger 1
Ryder breathes out slowly. Well that wasn't so bad. He adjusts his hat to protect him from the blistering sun, then takes on his surroundings. He gives a slack jawed grin at the merchant, which ends up looking more menacing than inviting. Then he frowns and looks around again. "Where's that little goblin at?"
Male Human Gunslinger 1
As Ryder walks in and sees the teleportation circle, his heart starts pounding. They wouldn't do nothin' to you like this. If they meant you harm they wouldn't go to this kind of trouble. He swallows the lump in his throat and slowly steps into the circle after Kevos, trying to mask his fear of the unknown magic behind a slight sneer.
Male Human Gunslinger 1
Ryder shrugs. "Sorry chief, wasn't told nothin'." He chews on the idea for a moment. Sense Motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15 Assuming nothing seems off... Ryder scratches at his stubble and nods. "I understand the danger involved. Work has to get done by somebody, might as well be somebody who can handle themselves. I'd say fair warning and proper compensation is fair. I'm in."
Male Human Gunslinger 1
Ryder quietly watches the long-coated man walk in, eyebrow raises when he suddenly notices them. Long day. His hand twitches on his pistol when the gargoyle moves and he mutters a curse under his breath. Damned magic. With a scowl he relaxes as Daniel starts talking. Ryder extends a hand to Daniel. "Nice to meet you Mr.Peterson." He gives a quizzical look at the wayfinder in his hand. "Heard about these, useful little tools. So what's the job?"
Male Human Gunslinger 1
The lean, towering mean stands in the corner, ducking to avoid one of the rafters. He looks like a man who has been boiled down to nothing but gristle, with pocks and scars across his face and hands. Lanky blank hair falls down freely to his shoulders and it looks like his left ear was half-bitten off some years ago. He was already a little wary of the goblin, but now this crazy old man was inside and they were talking to each other like a pair of wizards. World's gone crazy. He bites his tongue, knowing that he's new to this game and he ought to keep his mouth shut on such matters. Savage, eh? Bet I'll even the odds for him. The man gives a grunt to get some attention and speaks in a husky voice. "Ryder Craw." Two sleek pistols are on his belt, which he absentmindedly plays with.
Male Human Gunslinger 1
Woohoo, excited to get started! I agree with all comments about ooc commentary. So Ryder is trying to break his callous, unlawful streak. Him hearing about the Pathfinder Society would get his interest, since they are an organization that is considered good, pays well, and takes on strange individuals. It would be his first venture into civilized work, so he would be hired help to be an enforcer and survivalist. But as the callous man he seemed to be the Pathfinder Society was reluctant to take him on, but the Chtonian Chroniclers (for some reason) jumped at the opportunity. How does that sound? |