Sagaar stands shocked, looking on as the others combat the skeletons. He hefts his spear like a staff, and prepared himself to come to the aide of any who need it.
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Sagaar kneels down next to the grave to get a closer look. He sees Zhan start to walk away. Sagaar stands back up, adjusting himself while glancing over to Kendra to see how shes dealing with the sight. "What to do mean? What kind of sound is it?" he asks.
Sagaar heads with the rest to the Temple. It was agreed awhile ago that we should stick together and therefore he sticks to the plan. He heads straight for the library and dives right into reading the books, trying to gain as much knowledge as he can for any possibilities that might ensue.
"I agree with Delia, doing it in broad daylight will arouse less suspicion than if somebody sees the light of persons investigating in the dark of the night. If anyone ask we can be on our way to pay our respects to Lorrimar." Sagaar interjects.
Sagaar walks outside to talk to Agnar and Zhan as they examine the body. He listens quietly while the two discuss their observations before speaking. "I agree with Zhan, I think we should examine the professors grave to see if we can find more information." Sagaar volunteers himself to go but specifies that Kendra cannot be left alone, but she also should not go to graveyard. "If we do go, Kendra does not need the trauma of seeing her father grave desecrated, but she also cannot stay alone. Someone will need to stay with her. Preferably in a more populated location, so as to help dissuade anything strange from happening."
Sagaar helps Father to move the body outside. He takes time to examine the corpse, and see if he can find any clues as to how it was animated. He helps Delia with the detect magic. . After the body is out of the room, he advises Father to keep watch over it. Sagaar walks back into the house to talk with Delia. After Delia had brewed up a cup of tea for Kendra, Sagaar talks to Delia in the hallway away from where Kendra can hear.
Sagaar dashes forward at the sound, sprinting to the foyer. With little time to think, he darts forward and tries to tackle gnarled corpse of Lorrimar out of the doorway and out of Kendra's sight.
Hey guys, sorry I havent gotten back to you sooner. Im still interested in the campain.
Sagaar goes to Delia and Kendra and offers to help them deal with the groceries.
"The people will believe what the wish to believe no matter how we appear. It grants them some form of security, makes them feel safe that they 'know' whats going on. We have no need to convince them otherwise. We may as well go about out mission. Even if it does help them and prove to be a thankless task, they do not need to be involved. Ignorance is bliss. I saw we go, but be rather... quiet, about it." Sagaar tired of the arguments tries to consolidate, in annoyance.
Sagaar stands by, waiting for the group to come to a concenses. He appears calm throughout the discussions. "I will be more than willing to go along with whatever the group agrees to."
Sagaar watches from from the back of the group, unsure of what he can do to help. He looks around in the crowd of people thinning to see if any of them seem suspicious, or look as if they know something about what is going on here, but fails to notice anything with any of the people.
Upon seeing Kirill open the box, Sagaar takes a step back, understanding the caution to be taken when dealing with things of strong magic. "I'm sure that if theres anything more of importance in here than we would have seen it by now, it seems as this was just a storage place for hiding items. Now the real question is, why would somebody go to such lengths to hide something as to desecrate a tomb. When we get back to the house we can observe them in closer detail but as for now, I suggest we leave this place and allow the Brothers to go on their way. I'm sure they have important matters to attend to." Sagaar takes a step towards the entrance as if gesturing for all to follow.
Sagaar stands off to the side, making way for the more muscled of the group to make thier way forward. "If need be I could help but I feel as though their are those more adept at this sort of thing."
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Sagaar joins with the group over by the sarcophagaus, shining light on the hewn stone. The dark seemingly creeps back slowly as molasses out of the illumenence, as though not wanting to reveal its secrets.
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Sagaar stops leaning on his spear, and holds it at the ready. He mumble to himself and the blade of his spear glows a harsh contrast to the dull blackness of the tomb.
He follows Agnar and Zhan into the tomb. Orlok Jr.:
"I too agree with Valachi." Sagaar says intrude into the conversation after returning from the his travels around the village. Though his efforts were fruitless, he is ready to accommodate the groups consensus.
Sagaar ambles through the town asking chance passerbys what they know to be in the old ruins. He checks in different stores and shops, hoping to find someone who might know more on the subject.
"Can you lead us to this.. Harrowstone, you say. It might be good to take a look around for ourselves. This was a great tragedy for us all, and it would help us to feel better to know how he came to pass. Sagaar interjects, taking a friendly step towards the sheriff. He throws a quick glance at the deputy. "As for Mr. Gibs, his concern is understandable, such rumors can taint anyone's image, even such a great man as Lorrimar. If we can just see this place we may even be able to clear up some of the towns superstition as to this accusation. Were all here to try and keep the peace and calm of the town.
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"Yes, we would be most interested to know of the local happenings and what happened to the Professor. I would also like to know more about the town and the Professors involvement in it. Sagaar adds with an eloquent touch, seemingly contrast against the thick, ominous robes enveloping, and obscuring him.
"Ah a bed in shelter would be more than appreciated Miss Kendra, though I don't want to trouble you if it would be any. I would stay wherever is needed so as not to be a burden. Sagaar tried his best to be a comfort to the grieving girl but is unsure on what he should do. Maybe it would just be best to stay here. He thinks to himself. Easier to keep an eye on those books.
"I shall go with Zhan, I too would like to find out a bit more about the town I shall be living in for the next month. If false keys are needed I may be able to help with the creation of them. I have some skill in making metal trinkets and sorts."
"If that is his wish than so be it. I shall stay and do whatever is necessary. As for the one to hold the key, I say we all hold the key, or at least replicas of them. If these books are indeed as dangerous as they say, than the best thing would be anonymity of which of us has the key. Each day we could switch the real key." Sagaar says with a nervous glance around the room, an eerie almost eager look in his eyes. "Now where would these books be located, we should get to securing them as soon as possible, we don't want any trouble for the lady of the house." He bows slightly in the direction of Kendra.
"Lorrimor saved my life from demons. That is how I ended up like this" Sagaar removes his hood revealing his face. "He saved my life and I owe a debt to him, a debt he will no doubt keep even in death til it is the time of his chosing. He was a great man, skilled in many aspects, those men did not deserve the right to be within his presence nor talk about him with such disregard. There thoughts shall be haunted with memories of his untold deeds." Sagaar sits back with an almost visible weight lifted from his shoulders. He spoke the truth. Standing, he follows Kirill.
Sagaar steps to the side, hoping the crowd will not see his scarred face under the hood and be more affirmed of the Professors link with things pretaining to death. Hoping to help the words of reason spoken by his compaininions, Sagaar uses Ventriloquism to try to add a calming voice in the middle of the mob. He stands behind the rest of the group and prepares and casts the spell. "Folks, he was a harmless fellow, he never bothered us in life and he can't do much now, lets just leave them alone, we don't want any trouble." Says a nameless voice from the crowd. There is a will save with a DC of 14
Amidst the commotion around him, Sagaar lingers, reluctant to step forward and have to show is face to the crowd. A shudder runs though him as he thinks back to his only encounter with the Professor and his cautionary words ring in his ear. An interesting group of company the professor seemed to keep, he thought to himself. Very interesting indeed. He made a mental note of the people gathered. He stood, resolved himself, and stode over to Kendra. "Were there any last requests of Lorrimor. Anything we can do to ease the passing of his spirit."
Sagaar shambles purposefully though the town. His face hidden by the the deep cowl of his cloak, he averts his eyes from the speculative townsfolk. He has a madness in his step and a fear in his eyes as he makes his way up the walk to the Professor's home. Upon arrival there are multiple people there. All quiet, respectful. He sees the heavy casket, barely noticing the other people. He sits shadowed in a corner, unable to take his eyes off the casket containing Lorrimar. Lorrimar never forgets, not even in Death. He saved me from hell, and therefore, hell I shall have to pay. An expectant silence overcomes the room and Sagaar realizes his brusqueness upon entering unannounced. Sagaar coughs into his hand, clearing his throat. "Sagaar. Err... I am Sagaar. I knew the Professor. Much respect to him and whatnot. Ummm. If there's anything that I can do, umm.. ahh.. do not hesitate to ask." He was unsure how to deal with the situations. The correlation between the grief and death seemed somehow alien to him. He understood the legacy, the past, how somebody always lived as long as those around them continued to be affected by them. He knew this from experience. His brother, though dead, still was very much alive to Sagaar.
I like the idea of a the reach weapon, I think I will go ahead and get rid of the 2 spells that can make holy water, I had been contemplating it before but wasnt sure. Those spells do take up alot of space on my spell list. Also Ill see if I have enough money to get a bit more decent armour, and as for ventriloquism, I though that since i took the archytype I have to take that spell, even though I do get it for free? (Not sure on this stuff). But yeah I was talking about mechanical stuff, Ive already got everything I need worked out conceptually unless anybody has any faults with my guy and ways to make it work better with the group.
Hey is there any suggestions anybody can offer me to help refine my character?
http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/333/9/a/abe_lincoln_riding_a_grizzly _by_sharpwriter-d33u2nl.png this is more of what i was thinking
Alright I think ive got my profile corrected now, if there are any problems let me know and Ill try and get it fixed asap.
Oh and another thing, I was planning on playing Sagaar not just based on fighting, hes going to be more of a RP story type character, but he still will be able to stand up to a scrap. I want to use knowlege to help in the fights, help find enemy weakness, know what to bring the the battles and stuff like that. Help give others better chances with the fighting while still being able to survive.
Sagaar as far as I know will be a melee character, I'm gonna change it up and get the heal spell. But I'm not soley going for the healer, I'm was trying to go for a debuff type character but then I found out that they don't work well on demonic type stuff that my guy hates. Quick question, if things like inflict wound heal undead, does that mean that heal will hurt them? Also even though my guy is horribly scarred, he is always shrouded in a cloak so most people wont be able to see his face. His ability to talk with others is less of a genial type of charismaticness and more of a gruff in charge type of commanding respect, and less of getting them to like me.
Hey this is my Lore Oracle dude. Just posting my backstory and whatnot. Backstory:
His childhood started as any normal childs would. He was the oldest 4 and as such his parents placed the most responsibility on him. Although his younger years were as any other childs would be, filled with playing and discovering, he discovered something extra. Thoough he didnt know how, he could remember events that never happened to him. At story time he would finish the story for his parents, often correcting the mistakes that had been made over generations of retelling. For he knew the truth behind the storys. He soon became outcast by the other children and even his parents grew wary of him. When he remembered an event that happened hundreds of years ago in his town as if it had happened yesterday, he grew concerned. He belived that it was not an old memory but a present danger. No one else knew of this "threat" and so he went off to stop it. His youngest brother tried to follow him because he looked up to his older brother with an almost reverance that only young children can have over an older sibling. Sagaar, knowing that what he was going to be going wasconcerned for his brother, he believed he was heading into danger, but when his young brother refused to go home, insisted on sticking with Sagar though it all Sagar was forced to take action. He pushed his younger brother away, just wanting him to back off, get scared and run away. It would be better than leading him to danger. But as his brother fell back, his head hit a stone and he went limp. Sagaar knew that if he wanted to stop the "danger" he had to act now. He couldnt help to stay and see if his brother was alright if he wanted to save the entire town from the imaginary danger he foresaw. When he got thier and realized thier was nothing happening, he rushed back to try and help his brother, but it was too late. The boy was dead. His spirit slaved to haunt Sagaar for the rest of his days. The heartbroken child, crushed by his own brothers murder of him tormenting his thoughs to this day. Unable to explain himself or his actions to his family or the towns council, he was ostracized and cast out of the town at the young age of 12.
He moved from town to town, telling storys, reading fortunes, whatever he could do to scrape enough money to keep on moving. The sheer effort required from living as a wanderer was the only thing that helped keep him from thought of how he had lost everything he owned and even killed his own brother. Being a streetrat, he learned many things. He learned how to survive a fight, how to steal, and most importantly how to talk his way though most situations. In his travels he also learned of local fokelore and superstitions, and began work as a scam artist to help people who are plauged by some form of ghost or ghoul they had imagined that was haunting. He was able to swindle money this way, until the more he started doing this, the more he ran across actual supernatural problems. At first he was able to use his extensive knowlege to help him deal with these thing. Soon though, even his experience in the streets couldnt help him. After another day of being chased out of a town for being a fraud, he ran as far as he could not even knowing what lie ahead, til he passed out laying on a large stone on the ground. When he woke in the evening, he found himself surrounded by dark crypts. And a noise over here. A noise over thie. Something scratched the ground behind him. He sprang to his feet and stumbled backwards away from the sound, only to run into something that smelled putrid, and was soft against him when he backed up into it. He turned around an in horror saw a body hanging behind him. It was horrible eviscerated, but still alive as it reached out with its still blooding arms. In shock, he saw all that had happened to it, and threw up on the ground in front of him. His last few retches were interupted as a pair of large claws grasped around his neck and he almsot choked on his own vomit. This was the end and he knew it. As the something pulled him back though the crypt door down into the lower levels, he watched as the dim moon and the bloody body disapeared though the doorway he was being pulled behind. He was bound and gagged. He was an amusement for the demons that resided thier. They cut him. They beat him. They snapped bones. Then when all was almost over. The demons could sense that he had a darker past, and even some demon blood in him from generations ago. They set to destroy his mind, by forcing him to drink thier blood, trying to bring out the latent demonic tendancies in him to shatter his will. The mix of the demon blood and his own blood from his flayed tounge and cheeks, caused him to almost drown on it. He coughed gouts of red spray onto the ground. When all seemed lost a brilliant light appears that amost blinded him, saw a figure step forward against the demons, and the demons almost shrank back in fear from the man. As he steped towards them into the darkness, Sagaars vision blackened at the edges and he passed out. When he came to he was in an inn in a nearby town. All of the cuts had been healed too rapidly leaving wide bright scars covering him, his bones had been set and were immobolized for healing. Professor Lorrimar stood over him, attending to his injusries.
The Professor stayed with him another day or two til Sagaars bones were starting to mend and he could stand again without collapsing. He then left. As Sagaar stood in front of the mirror, he saw he was horribly disfigured. Scars ran all across his body. He would not be able to swindle people out of thier money anymore. Nobody would even talk to him like this. He covered himself up with long robes and travelers cloaks. He hid in the folds of his cloths, hoping that nobody would take a close enough look. When he was almost healed, he found out about a pain in his chest. It was constant and nagging. WHen he asked town doctors what it could be they were clueless, til he finally asked a traveling divinator. He was now cursed with demon blood, to be haunted, and slowly die unless he could find a cure that is said that only the demons themselves know. He trained with the divinator for weeks, traveling with him, and learning all he could of magic. The divinator, helped him connect to the god Nethys, and through Nethys Sagaar learned magic. But it wasnt enough, if he wanted to be able to tackle the demons to learn of how to cure himself. He would need more. His pursuits branched out of just magic, to more supernatural ways, dealing with holy object and other banes of the creatures of the night. He became an expert at knowing how to deal with the creatures of dark. All the while he barely realized that he was beginning to understand them ever more. He knew of them, and he know about them. He remembered dark time of long fogotten souls. The sickness within him, seemed to be making him grow almost insane. There was a constant pain in him that he suffered through. Ever knowing that he had a debt unfinished to pay. He lived in almost constant fear. He grew to know many thngs of the demons, too many things for his own good. He started to see them more frequently. Whereever he went thier always seemed to be an impending attack on innocent people. Instead of hiding from them, he went out to find them instead, using his vast knowlege to try and outwit them and manipulate other to help him in his quest to free himself from the demons blood poison. He now presses on, conflicted between an utter fascination with all things dark, and an utter hatred for them as well. Sketch:
A rather tall lanky guy. Never much in the way of good looks. Though he used to be good with talking ever since his disfigurement, he has been reclusive. He almsot always wears long cloaks to hide his apperance. He has sandy blonde hair, grey eyes, and is covered in scars across most of his body. Though he is fit, he is not overtly strong, more of like corded wirey muscles instead of big bulky ones. He is not very outgoing. He is conflicted between both his interests in the underworld creatues as well as a hatred of them. Sorry in advance for anything that doesnt fit or is not complete or good enough, im kinda new at this. |