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Theo stays quiet as they exit out of the thick, murky swamp. The sight of the pale human has left his eyes glimmering, though it is difficult to tell if it is with curiosity, or fear. Without thinking, he trails after Nami, on foot as well, his hands fiddling in his pockets. The soft rattle of metal against metal can be heard.
Theo enjoys the simplicity of the meal, and says little. When the time comes for them to leave, he is the last to rise from his seat. "While I would be interested to know what this abomination is, it is also irrelevant for the time being. I believe it would be better to get on our way today. Mr. Proudstump, I wish to express my appreciation for the hospitality. May we meet again." He gives Walthus a stiff bow before he treads out into the strange air of the swamp...
Sevastien Theodorus has gained a quarter level! He has gained 6 SKILL POINTS! +1 Rank to Profession (Cook)!
"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Proudstump. I must admit some sustenance would be welcome." He straps his musket on his back, and accepts the cloak from the halfling. He studies it for a few moments. "We do have questions that require answers, and will appreciate any information you can offer. I suggest we withdraw to the comfort of your home, rather than stay in the presence of this abomination." Theo never looks at the dead creature.
I apologise for my infrequent and short posting, from the beginning of this campaign and for the future. I am currently encumbered with real life, and things will likely not settle down until next weekend. I will try to post once a day, but I might not find the time. If I don't, I apologise.
Theo looks a little awkward and embarrassed when complimented, though he clears his throat and adjusts the collar of his doublet. "Why, I... yes, thank you. No, Ms. Firebloom, this is not a wand. This is a musket. A complex mechanism. I do not wish to go into specifics currently." He turns to the door and the voice that called out, still handling his musket with care. "I pray you are a friend. We have already slain the first ... creature who opened the door after he assaulted us."
Theo watches every second of the beast's swift death, before finally allowing himself to close his eyes. With a sigh he gets up on his feet, grabbing the iron horn by his hip and a bullet from another pocket. "Well, now that this monstrosity has been taken care of, shall we see if we can find Mr. Proudstump? I heard no indication that determined he was dead." After reloading his musket, he is careful to keep its barrels pointed away from his companions.
As soon as the creature turns to hostility, Theo grabs his musket , kneels and takes aim. He carefully gauges the foe for only a swift moment before he pulls the trigger, not flinching...
"It is indeed questionable that a man succumbing to poison would consider the state of his home as an excuse for not wanting visitors, but we are all born with our... quirks. How can we help?" Theo glances at the halfling with a curious look, though diverts his attention to the surroundings shortly afterwards.
After dismounting, Theo takes his time to check his belongings. He then keeps to the middle of the group as they spend significant time to get through the unwelcome marsh. When he lays eyes upon the beheaded deer, he sports a slightly disgusted frown - though his eyes are laced with morbid curiosity. "An ill omen, that..." When they arrive at what must be Warden Proudstump's shack, Theo sighs at Nik'o's suggestion. "While it serves a purpose to announce ourselves as friends of Mr. Proudstump, I recommend we do it when we have entered his ... house." He glances at the run-down building. "The home itself looks safe at this distance... while the roof is in a questionable state... the walls..." Theo mutters quietly to himself as he assesses the state of the house...
Theo allows his companions to voice their opinions. There is a vague smile on his face when he speaks: "I believe it would be a good course of action to first get acquainted with Mr. Proudstump. Seeing the swamp from a higher vantage point could also be an advantage." He turns to Horace. "Where is the mouth of this fishing trail?"
I apologise for my infrequent replies. I am currently not in a good place in my life, neither physically or mentally. I'll try to post whenever necessary, but I don't have the energy right now to be the initiator for conversations or interactions.
"Yes, Horace. Let us be off. Thank you, Ms. Firebloom, for this potion. I will make sure to use it well." While Tobar's strange handshake-and-shoulder-pat leaves Theo confused, he doesn't object. He has only a slight seeming of anxiety in regards of riding a horse, yet when he gets into the saddle, he looks quite comfortable. He stays quiet and still during the beginning trip, only adjusting the strappings of the gun on his back on occasion. After a little while, he slows down his pace until he is even with Horace. "How much do you know of the swamp, Horace?"
After having adequately studying the map, Theo folds the parchment and glances at the others. "I will hold on to this," he says, showing it to those who remained. "I will see you in the morn." Theo leaves for his home. He wakes up an hour before dawn, and arrives as agreed upon...
"So long as they do not become a burden, it is a sound plan, Mr. Hosk." Theo never takes his eyes off of the map as he speaks.
"I see. Sinashakti. I will remember. And no, I do not. We have company." He turns to the older man and the aged gnome; when the man's hand is extended, Theo grasps it as firmly as he did with Tobar's. "A pleasure. I am Sevastien Theodorus." "Horses? What are we to do with them upon arrival?" Theo barely squats to shake the gnome's hand, clearly uncomfortable with having to crouch. "A pleasure," he says clearly, accepting the map from Mr. Parooh. Unfolding the parchment, he studies it carefully while turning an attentive ear to the rest of the chatter.
Theo nods, rubbing the beard on his chin with unblinking eyes. "Dawn it is, then. I concur." When the dwarf approaches he grasps the dwarf's hand; a firm, solid, cool grip. There is no malice behind the shake. "A pleasure, Mr. Pannell. I am Sevastien Theodorus. If I may, who is this Walker you speak of? It has all the seeming of someone otherworldly. Is that his - or her - symbol I see?"
Heya GMT, thinking about dipping into rogue next level for the trapfinding and whatnot. Will probably snag 2 levels in a row (2-3) and get evasion and both the trap abilities. Any advice or concerns? I'm not GMT, but I would point out that a noticeable 'drawback' is the increased delay in Base Attack Bonus. Progressing into rogue as your 2nd level will mean your BAB is still +0 until level 3.
"And while Ms. Firebloom has your attention," Theo adds with nonchalance, adjusting the collar of his doublet as he steps forward. "You mentioned Mr. Proudstump's... collection in a curious manner. Do you perchance know what this collection consists of? Something of animalistic nature, I surmise." When Theo has gotten his answer, he gives a stiff bow to his now-to-be colleagues. "We now have our mission. Do you have a proposal of how to best complete it?"
"Very well." Theo speaks as loudly and clearly as he can, as he steps forward. "If it is in service of Sandpoint and for the good of us all, I will go." He glances at the rest of the seated with expectant eyes, before he reverts his gaze to the Mayor and Sheriff.
Alright, thank you very much. I'll make sure to add as much flavour as I can. I will need some time to get comfortable with my character, though...
Hey Patcher, as I said, I still have my wizard ready. No pressure, I like them both. Just make sure you play something you like. I like both as well. I'm fine sticking with a wizard - though it depends on GM Todd's take on guns, ammunition and crafting in the end.
I feel asleep again...? Infuriating... Theo sighs and rubs his eyes, taking a slow, deep breath. Adjusting the collar of his shirt, he rises from his seat, reaching for the book with a scowl. I must be more careful... He steps out of the reading room with a soft yawn. The sleep is relentlessly clinging to his eyes. "Mr. Haladan," he calls out, voice raspy and unrefined for the morn, "I offer my sincerest apologies." After dealing with the consequences of his irresponsibility (if any), Theo steps out into the bright morning sun - with aan irritable grunt. Covering his eyes, he makes his way home - though not before casting an admittedly curious glance in direction of the crowd gathered around the poster. Twirling thumb and finger through the tuft on his chin, Theo mumbles quietly and carries on. --- Ah, Mr. Chiisai is here? Intriguing. Theo enters the Rusty Dragon, clad in his brown-and-grey doublet. Accompanied by soft ringing of metal and chains, an intricate tome is dangling from his left hip, a metal horn from the right. His weapon is strapped on his back, to metal rings and leather straps. He scarcely throws anyone - except Nami - a glance, treading across the open space. He doesn't sit - he instead scoots behind the myriad of chairs, chin raised and arms crossed behind his back.
The crafting ammo bit is part of the Gunsmithing feat - and it specifically says a Gunsmith crafts ammunition at 10% of the base price. The base price depends on whether or not guns are "Emerging" (base prices as per the book), "Commonplace" (25% of listed price in the book, all guns are martial) or "Everywhere" (10% of listed price in the book). Since Dreaming Warforged went Ranger, I guess I'm a wizard. Let's pack the guns. Literally. For RPing, I do italics for descriptions, "Quotation bold" for dialogue and am trying to ween off of personal thoughts (though when it does happen, it is an italicized boldness extravaganza)
I reckon Sevastien lost sight of what he really wanted out of life after arriving in Sandpoint - sorta overwhelmed by Sandpoint and Sandru that he decided to stay. Then the emptiness happened and he just sorta grew reclused and reserved.
He could have met anyone on the trip from Kaer Maga to Magnimar. Sevastien got educated in Magnimar - whether it was through personal effort or he got into some school I've left open. In Sandpoint he's generally been reserved, only really open and noticeably different around Sandru. He's a librarian, so if anybody's a proper reader in-character, they would know Sevastien. I'm open to any suggestions, though.
Patcher reporting for duty. This is my spellslinger. I haven't copy-pasted the descriptions/background, but the sheet is completed. If I'm going fighter, the completed sheet is in Patcher's profile. Profile picture is sorta WIP - I couldn't find anything that represents the character better. But he's green. A lot greener. |
