Sandalero Oberichi's page

Know(religion): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13
Know(arcana): 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 5 + 2 = 10

We should of course make certain that the family is safe, but I think that these books are what's going to put them at risk; the townsfolk probably won't actually try anything, but these Whispering Way creatures might if these books contain any information they don't want outsiders having. Or that they want for themselves. I think we should have a look through the books at the very least so we know more about them.

Sandalero will start reading "On Verified Madness"

I'll be unable to access the boards from first thing tomorrow morning until at least midday Wednesday (Mountain Time).

I'll open it. I have to admit being highly curious about these books.

Huh. Not at all what I expected. Not that I knew what to expect.

It makes sense to get dangerous books locked up safe and sound though. Best not to risk letting such knowledge fall into the wrong hands.

The eulogies were touching; I'm forced to admit that the Professor was not the man I've been assuming he was.

Maybe I should have gotten to know the man. It sounds like he could have become friends with Dad.

Sandalero is young and cocksure; he has no problem with the priest's scrutiny - if the old man finds fault with Sandalero, it will certainly be due to his biases rather than any flaw in the bard's character.

Well, he's certainly suspicious. Maybe inciting the others.

That was odd. I wonder why they think the Professor was messing around with the undead.

I'm all for preventing the dead from rising. But desecrating corpses and disrepecting bereaved families is no way to do it. Stand aside and keep quiet or be moved aside and made quiet.

Intimidate Aid: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Lost in this thoughts, Sandalero never heard what Hotrek did, but follows his lead when the procession is halted.

Sandalero is wearing his armour and weapons; considering how they met, he felt it appropriate. And since he has almost never gone without them since that day, it would be very unusual for him to do so.

Sandalero makes no attempt to be stealthy as the group heads off, both because he wants to confront any trouble head-on and because he has little expectation of sneaking up on anyone while in proximity to the rest of the group.

perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

Does anyone know who these people are, or why they are drunkenly discussing whether or not they should burn the Professor's corpse?

Sandalero quietly takes a place in the procession behind the casket where he can watch while avoiding most notice.

I suspect that in a universe where pallbearers may be of a variety of races, the coffins might be designed in such a way that it would be expected that some bearers would use their shoulders while others use the handles. Perhaps there would even be two sets of handles to allow for the widest variety. In the real world, it's all one or the other, but I would think that a mix of both could be made to work if the bearers had a two foot height difference.

In any case, Sandalero doesn't feel it would be appropriate to be a bearer himself when many others were much closer.

She walks slowly over to you, as one approaches a skittish horse, and carefully hugs you.

Kendra @ Sandalero:He remembered you. Very much so. He watched for you as best he could, through friends. He always hoped you would set aside your anger, but you never did. He never had the chance to express his gratitude, so I do so in his place. Thank you for saving my fathers life. You showed more bravery than many hardened warriors who stood with my father. He would have been proud to have you as his friend, if what he said of you is true, so would I.

Thank you. But I wasn't very brave; all I did was run away. I just took him with me. My father was the brave one.

Kendra @ Sandalero: Your...Sandalero Oberichi, correct?

She seems pensive, possible a little afraid.

Sandalero is trying to hide his discomfort at being in this place, talking to the family of the man he has never really thought of as a real person.

Yeah, that's me. I didn't know the Professor had a family. Or that he remembered me really. I didn't see much of him in the couple days after; uh; after we met. And I haven't spoken to him in the years since.

You're supposed to tell her you're sorry for her loss idiot.

I'm, uh, I'm very sorry for your loss.

After returning from cleaning up, Sandelero stands quietly off to one side, sipping a cup of tea and watching the toddler speaking with the women.

Never thought about the Professor having a family of his own before.

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With so many interested players and interesting characters, perhaps one of those not selected will run a game for a bunch of the remaining entrants?

Sandalero wakes up slowly.

That was an extremely strange dream. So many odd people. So many attractive women...

More omen than anything enjoyable though. I need to find a seer to read my cards for me...

I was kinda glad it was ended when it was. For a bunch of characters trying to get into a "big damn heroes" game, there's a lot of conflict.

Time for a break anyhow. Sandalero puts down his instrument and walks over to Hotrek. Sitting down next to the scribe, Sandalero quietly tells his story, adding a few more details of the short time that he and the Professor spent together after escaping the ghouls.

So, yeah. I never really knew the man much. I guess I can see that to him, I was the kid that saved his life. But to me he'll always be the guy who got my father horribly killed.

After a moment, Sandalero quickly gets up from his seat, grabs a new drink from the bartender, and retreats outside into the night air.

nightdeath wrote:

Man I see interaction chances getting smaller and smaller. Seems like I might have to consider forcing my way in just to showcase.

Action can be it's own reward sometimes!

Here comes the Spider Man!

Cyrioul, I'll submit Sandalero to your campaign as well. He was created for a different CC game, but I believe that the only difference would be reducing his ability scores to a 20 point buy (I'd drop Str, Dex and probably Wis to fit in the lower point buy.)

Perhaps something more upbeat to try and lighten the mood

Sandalero shifts his music away from the depressing dirge that he prefers to something more lilting. Something people could dance to rather than drink to.

Surely we can all remain civil for just one night? Once the will is read, we'll all go our separate ways and none of you will have to see the others again if that's what you prefer. There's monsters enough in the dark night outside that would happily see us all dead; is there any reason for us to help them in that goal?

Having finished his meal (and seemingly shut down any conversation with his explanation of how he knew the professor), Sandalero retreats to an empty corner and begins quietly playing a melancholy song on his vielle.

Perform (String): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Sandalero. He got my father killed a few years ago.

Shush hears the word "entertainment" from the young Varisian man who just walked in.

Bartender, that gentlemen's meal is on me.

Sandalero turns to the halfling and responds quietly.

Thank you my good man. Are you also a hundred and thirty something? I've never met so many unusual people in all my life, and this room is filled with them. I knew elves and dwarves live a long time, but these folks mostly look more-or-less human. Of course undead "live" forever, but I doubt they keep track of their birthdays.

All these people are on their way to the Professor's funeral? I had no idea he was so widely known. I met him a few years ago - I had no idea he even remembered my name until I received the letter the other day. You knew him well?

Drinks are on the house this night my boy! But we could always have some songs. A dear friend passed, so this night we drink to his name and celebrate his life!

Hands the lad a Penance.

Grab a chair my boy! Something for the belly?

Aye, some food would be most welcome. I'm sorry to hear about your friend. What was his name? Sandalero takes a drink from the cup the bartender has provided him and considers what sort of music the crowd would appreciate. If this is a wake, they may be willing to listen to proper dirges. Of course, some of these people look dangerous. If I get them depressed when the innkeeper is getting them drunk, it might end badly.

A young Varisian man, whose traveling cloak covers what look to be the clothes of a wandering minstrel enters the bar. Looking around for a moment (trying to spot a stage, or at least a decent corner to perform in), the newcomer heads to the bar.

Evening innkeeper. I see you have quite the crowd in here. Any interest in hiring some entertainment for the evening?

I still need to pick a second trait, but otherwise Sandalero is finished. I'm heading over to the discussion thread; the second trait can wait for now.