Male Mwangi Bard 6
Despite his difficulty penetrating the trog's thick scaly hide, Shadow presses the attack! Primary (sickened, inspire, bless): 1d20 + 4 - 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 4 - 2 + 1 + 1 = 15
Offhand: 1d20 + 4 - 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 4 - 2 + 1 + 1 = 13
Inspire 8/9
Male Mwangi Bard 6
Shadow is bloodied by a blow from the trog's club. He strikes back with a vengeance. Primary (sickened, inspire, bless): 1d20 + 4 - 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 4 - 2 + 1 + 1 = 16
Offhand: 1d20 + 4 - 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 4 - 2 + 1 + 1 = 7
Male Mwangi Bard 6
Shadow takes a deep breath in an effort to center himself as he brings his blades to bear once again. Primary (sickened, inspire, bless): 1d20 + 4 - 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 4 - 2 + 1 + 1 = 17
Offhand: 1d20 + 4 - 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 4 - 2 + 1 + 1 = 23
Male Mwangi Bard 6
Shadow reels from the blow but it doesn't stop him. With a fierce battle cry he brings his blades to bear on the trog attacking him. Primary (sickened, inspire, bless): 1d20 + 4 - 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 4 - 2 + 1 + 1 = 15
Offhand: 1d20 + 4 - 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 4 - 2 + 1 + 1 = 8
Male Mwangi Bard 6
Despite being a committed Pathfinder, Shadow is equal parts amazed and terrified by the power displayed by the assembled Sky Key. The appearance of hostile lizard-beasts snaps the tall Mwangi from his contemplation. In a flash a hollowed horn appears in his hand and he begins a stirring melody. Inspire Courage +1.
Male Mwangi Bard 6
Quite accustomed to climes heavy with heat and humidity, the mwangi man grins up at the punishing sun. Shadow is a tall well-muscled man with cocoa-colored skin that contrasts sharply with his bright beaming smile. He's dressed in leathers that cover most of a mail shirt and wears a pair of long knives at his hips. Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
Male Mwangi Bard 6
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Male Mwangi Bard 6
Nature: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24 Shadow clicks his tongue at the sight of the steep surface. "These old bones don't be likin' the look of that cliff. We'll need to take our time if we want to get down without no broken bones." Shadow's a frail old man but he can hit whoever's the weakest climber among us with blessings of the faithful for +2 each round.
Male Mwangi Bard 6
Shadow spends most of the trip chanting and praying. Every little thing that occurs aboard the vessel seems to hold some deep religious significance for the old mwangi man. Standing before the fort, he shakes his driftwood cane at its gate. "Only a fool ignores what the wind's tryin' to tell him. Let's see what the soldiers here have to say before we waste the good commander's time."
Male Mwangi Bard 6
"This Praetor sounds like bad business mon", Shadow says alongside a shake of his staff. "But if we be needin' to meet with him to track down Nieford, I be happy to help." Geography (untrained): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18
Shadow is an aged mwangi man with rich cocoa-colored skin and dressed in faded windswept robes. With one arm he leans heavily on a driftwood staff and from the other a brass bangle decorated with a number of charms hangs from his bony wrist, the most prominent being the symbol of Gozreh - a large leaf partially filled with sea water. Despite his advanced age and withered frame, the old man's smile is infectious when he's mirthful and his scowl frightening when he's displeased. |
