Saltuk's page

Saltuk is happy with their destination. Perhaps there are books on the city, and any military manuals are always welcome. "knowledge is key in any battles". "If you know more than your opponent, it is equivalent to being stronger, faster, or tougher". "If you can be all you greatly increase your odds of victory", Saltuk observes to nobody in particular.

It's all good ;-). Saltuk just doesn't grasp the concept of humor yet.

"So where are we"?

Conviction wrote:

He looked at Aemon, his eyes a dark green. He spoke, his voice was more that of a man's than any construct. Deep and smooth, like an older gentleman's.

"When do we fight?"

"When you are told to", Aemon simply replies. "Now, if there are no more questions, I've got to go. Now, you take orders from anyone wearing black. You will learn to recognize ranks soon enough. Those older puppies are senior compared to you, but they can not order you to do anything, unless they simply transmit orders from some Dog or officer. I'll see you tomorrow. You can have this day for yourselves. Go and see the city, if you like." With those words, he turns around and leaves the building.

@Gorn

Saltuk finishes his calculated portion without speaking, then carefully polices his area, picking up any crumbs, and putting his cutlery, and dinnerware in it's appropriate place.

He then goes to stand by the door. "While 'go see the city, if you like' is not a well formed order, I choose to accept it as so". "Best to err on the side of caution". "I shall be leaving to do so in 15 minutes".

Which district of Absalom are we beginning in"?

"Name's Saltuk". I am a swordsman".

Saltuk watches the Dark Elf contingent for a moment. If worse came to worst I could take any one of them, maybe even two, but if they are all working together...it would be best to stay on their good side...if he could only figure out which one that might be. Saltuk just shrugs his shoulders at the announcement, and looks around the room to see who else is here.

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17 Charisma Check

Saltuk stands tall, neither shirking, nor striving for the honor. He knows he will earn it if he deserves it.

"Sir". "I am anxious to become a dog as soon as possible". "What do I need to do to expedite the process, and prove my worth"?

Saltuk, used to following orders, is moving even as the words are spoken.

Saltuk is glad to be back on land. While he sees certain strategic advantages to being able to move on ships, it doesn't mean he has to like it. He has spent the time on this journey getting to know the other members of the crew. Not so much to become allies, but to try and determine their strengths and weaknesses...it's what he does.

Now he does the same to the approaching contact. He also scans about the crowd, to see if there is anyone watching the arrival perhaps a bit too intently.

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12 Sense motive

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16 perception

He then moves ashore with the others. He walks ashore behind the big created being. I'll let him soak up arrows for me. Then whispering to the big creature.

"Look at those drow". "Working together as a team, but they'll turn on each other faster than a Emerald Cobra can strike if it fits their fancy".

Yay! Dotting.

Yes. I'm in cryogenic lockdown.

Saltuk is here first, and stakes out the best spot with the most shade, a cool breeze, and an unobstructed view of the girls dormitory.

Gorn walks into the recruits area...seeing all of the drow

I didn't know this was a Drow noble house...which one of you is the matron of the house?, he smiles before sitting next to Scranford.

I guess we were born on the wrong side of the demon pits eh???
:)

"I am sure this is the right side". "Sometimes they get so caught up fighting among themselves, then loose focus on their target". "I hope that does not apply to our allies".