I'm bowing out as well. Too much on my plate. Good luck!
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Introducing Sabine Finne, a shark shaman druid. She's currently level 7, since I created her for a different S&S recruitment. I'll fix her mechanically tonight.
R0B0GEISHA here with Sabine Finne, a shark druid that functions as both a fierce warrior and utility caster for her ship.
Senghor for Sabine.
Questions for the GM: 1) How am I doing HP? I don't recall seeing it in the recruitment, so I haven't rolled any dice yet. 2) You said that I didn't have access to any of my magical gear. Should I just remove that stuff from my character sheet?
"It might be bad luck to bear the image of something that holds no power here." Sabine adds. "The sea is no place for false gods and idols."
"Bees?" Sabine asks, shaking her head in disbelief. "What bizarre things people place their faith in." She follows the others into the cabin. After she has eaten, she turns to the others. "Now that we have a chance to breathe, I believe introductions are in order. My name is Sabine Finne and I am a servant of the Wind and the Waves. Thank you for the rescue."
Sabine has a fairly high Heal skill, so I suppose she could become the ship's sawbones.
Sabine follows the others, wary of another flayer ambush. "Do any of you have some food?" she asks. "I've been kept down here for days and I'm starving."
I'm working a beer festival all weekend. I'll try to post when I get a moment, but I won't be home until Sunday evening. -Posted with Wayfinder
Sabine steps through the door, her quarterstaff held out in case something attacks. Seeing the others, she adopts a fighting stance. "Friends of yours?" she asks the fallen fighter.
As the newest player, I have no problems with new players. :D
Sabine collects the skeleton's gear. It was old, but it would serve. Her stomach rumbles hungrily. The druid glances over to her new companion. "Other way then?" she asks.
Sabine follows Chumtooth.
"Have you found anybody else in here?" Sabine asks. "I was part of a crew as well, but we were ambushed. Some of the others might still be alive."
Sabine follows Chumtooth, slowly drinking more water and feeling much better for it. "Where are we?"
Sabine collapses to her knees. Weakly, she offers a silent prayer to Gozreh and cool water fills her cupped hands. She drinks quickly, the pores on the arid plain of her tongue widening and clamoring with the shock of water. She pauses, careful not to drink too fast, lest she vomit. "Thank you," she mutters.
"Free me," Sabine manages. Her tongue felt too thick, too big. Swallowing hurt. "Water," the druid croaks. "Please. Water." -Posted with Wayfinder
Sabine flinches against the noise and light. Three days she had been chained to this statue. Three long days without food or water. Her head throbbed from where she had been hit, but at this point it was more likely a hangover. Three days without food or water. She didn't feel like a human, more like a slab of barely living tissue; like a worm dangling on a hook. "W-what?" she asks the strange man, trying to look at him clearly. He has shark's teeth. Gozreh has come to take me home.
Hey, guys. Thanks for including me. :) I look forward to playing with you all!
Presenting Sabine Finne, a shark shaman druid built to hold her own in a fight while still having the ability to heal and be a primary caster. Thanks for any consideration! |