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Sagol follows as well, though with grace enough to leave a good distance between himself and their scout.
This area has been abandoned for a long time. Comments Sagol as they make their easy forward. He follows Ragnar's lead on which direction to take.
Of course they trap the only interesting piece in the place. Dumb savages...
Sagol chuckles. Depends on how intact you want the lock afterwards.
Sagol moves about the room with care to touch nothing unless absolutely necessary. He could practically feel the disease in this place.
I've never seen them used, so I'm fine with it. I'd be curious to see how it plays out.
I look forward to it. :)
... Wow. That's a, lot of suck in a short time... As for spells, I trust your judgement. :)
Sagol waves her behind cover. It would not do to lose someone to friendly fire so early after their release.
Welcome back. :)
I'm happy so see you again! And I'm happy that you're feeling better. :)
Sagol takes a few steps back just because the odd man was. The look on his face says he's not sure about the reality of what just happened.
Rotian-maða, rot grubs. He points out the foul parasites.
That's a lot of post-its
Sagol approaches the barrier and wrinkles his nose. What on earth what that smell?
Unfortunately, no. We're going to have to take this place apart room by room. Not that I mind.
As everyone gets their gear ready, Sagol gives the short and sweet of the owners of this filth pit (spoilered above). Of all of them, the mother worries him the worst. Anything that commands through that much fear deserves to be dispatched with extreme prejudice.
Aye, but one moment.
Once that is done, he turns back to Ragnar and says, Ready
Sagol follows the new people when they move out. Without his gear he is much less useful at the front line. Thankfully, no one is in the next room.
In searching the room, he finds several sacks and opens them.
Aye, though mine is an instrument of creation and destruction. It is a club of formidable size, hard to miss.
How could you not be Optimistic, friend Kylar? In times like this, great songs are begun! He claps the skinny wizard on the back with a great, calloused hand.
Well, the deed is done, and our fates are bound. There is more evil to be slain in this abyss, and glory still to be won.
After an awkward moment Sagol lets his hand drop. Yes. The two cells next to mine there and there.
On cue, the door explodes and a worthy man enters. Sagol steps forward with calm confidence. Well you meet us, Olof, and therefore Ságol þunorslieht, Skald of the ancestors and Old Ice will meet you well. Sagol extends his free hand.
Sagol is calling for help, in a way. He is chanting an old rite of deliverance and vengeance. Without his Slecgcleadur ("Drum-Club") the song lacks the strong beast that sets the chants apart, however, it may just sound like a call for help if one is ignorant of the ancient ways.
Sagol is a large man among large men; a personification of the strength that can be found in the past. When he takes up that club he knows beyond doubt that it is a message. It is time.
My class specializes in clubs. Well these improvised clubs count as clubs for the purpose of feats and class abilities and such?
I am a captive of cannibals then. I assume we are starting sans gear?
I did as well. I'm good to go, and am excited to play the song of my people upon the heads of my foes.
I am here, and I am patient as the snows of the high peaks.
I hope everyone has a good holiday season. See you soon! Though I'll probably still be checking in here because... I will. :)
I'm up for whatever.
F5 F5 F5 F5 F5... Sagol is impatient sometimes. Most times. Now.
Huzzah!
Upgraded my armor to Mwk, but nothing else. Good to go.
I'll be fixing gear as well, but nothing will be drastic.
Ok, I think he's done. He doesn't have much of a Backstory, but then again, asking him will only elicit a grunt and possibly a "doesn't matter". He is of the Old Way, of the time where a man was judged by his actions and his reputation in the Songs. If forced, he will sing you the song of his birth and his calling by the spirits, but you better be prepared to sit. His Song is already over an hour long when played in full and accompanied by his thunderous Slecgcleadur ("Hammer-Drum"), a combination weapon and percussion instrument played by tapping it with sticks or beating it on something hard, like your enemy's head.
Choose the heath wisdom trait. It fits with my lack of traditional learning that marks the typical bard
Independent of GM encouragement, I have decided to mix the archetypes. This profile is well on its way, but not fully complete. How much cash should I assume for gear? Edit: sure, I'll be Iobarian.
Here is the alias. Name subject to change. As far as my research has told me, it means something close to "the thunder-stroke of a club", but my skill in old English is non-existent. Nothing in the alias yet. I'm still building. I know he will be Str/Cha and a secondary front-liner/buffer. Also probably a semi-face. If I blend the two archetypes then I'll have no bardic knowledge skill, but I'm not sure it's worth it yet. |