Male Human Monk1 | HP: 3/3 | AC: 8 [12] | Saving Throw: 15 (13 vs. Paralysis & Poisons) | Skill Spec.: DEX, WIS | Base Move: 12
Sandikar bows to Gwyn. "Of course, this one understands the restrictions of the faithful. There are many for the anointed of Sandar-Daichi as well. Luckily, nothing to forbid drinking." Then he hears the guard shouting his you-you-you-and-yous. He turns toward the guard, and points a finger toward himself, with a suprised look on his face. Then, smiling happily he starts walking towards the bald soldier. On the way, he spots a dagger lying on the ground and picks it up. Sandikar taps Chipluck lightly on the shoulder. "Estemeed small one, this one believes you have misplaced one of your weapons." he says, presenting the recovered dagger to the halfling.
Male Human Monk1 | HP: 3/3 | AC: 8 [12] | Saving Throw: 15 (13 vs. Paralysis & Poisons) | Skill Spec.: DEX, WIS | Base Move: 12
Sandikar misinterprets Gwynethiel's glare, comes closer, and offers her a cup as well. "To esteemed travel companion also. A cup of tarag, holy drink of the Jaruud. It is great honor to share a drink."
Male Human Monk1 | HP: 3/3 | AC: 8 [12] | Saving Throw: 15 (13 vs. Paralysis & Poisons) | Skill Spec.: DEX, WIS | Base Move: 12
Sandikar wakes up suddenly from his slumber, alerted by the noises of the guards. He jumps up, fumbles down from the wagon with his gear. But somehow manages to land on his feet, and starts marching towards the guards. He is a sorry sight, wearing just ragged furs and sandals that barely old together. Around him lingers a faint aroma of dung, unwashed skin and booze. He rubs the sleep off his eyes as he approaches the guards, and once there he bows politely and presents himself. "This one is Sandikar. Holy warrior and bridegroom of Sandar-Daichi. This one is here looking for work." From his back he takes a large wineskin, and uncorks it. He pours some into a small cup in his hand, and offers it to the guards. "Customary toast of friendship, offered to esteemed guards." The other caravanners immediately the eye-watering smell of strong alcohol and rotten milk, they've been smelling for the past days.
Male Human Monk1 | HP: 3/3 | AC: 8 [12] | Saving Throw: 15 (13 vs. Paralysis & Poisons) | Skill Spec.: DEX, WIS | Base Move: 12
Well, if it wasn't for the full hit points, Sandikar could've died during character creation due that -1 from CON :) And get well soon, GM. I hope it's nothing serious. There seems to be many bugs around here at least (covid, flu, influenza, stomach bugs, pick your choice) |