Sir Manfred VonFalkenburg's page

Damn shame. I really like the world.

Just outside the hamlet of Kobing in the mists of the early morning, on the trail to Qualdris a small caravan was under assault by a dozen or so bandits. The merchanters had drawn their covered carts together for defense, but were hard put to defend themselves against the desperados howling bloodthirsty threats, slowly forcing their way into the inner ring.
At that moment, everyone could hear the slow clop of shod hooves thumping on the trail. Everyone stopped to look back. There was a tall shadow slowly moving towards them, and out of the mist there rode a tall heavily armored knight on a large warhorse. His shield was blank and his pennon was the white of a free lance, though his great helm had the icon of a falcon in flight and wings raised.
He stopped. And in the silence the knight raised his lance as he stood tall in the saddle.
"STOP YE VERMIN! THESE MEN ARE UNDER MY PROTECTION! IF YOU STAY I SWEAR YE SHALL FEEL THE WRATH OF LARANI HERSELF!" He bellowed.
The bandits cringed at first; but seeing he was the only one to appear, and numbers being on their side, they grew bold and stepped forward shouting threats and brandishing their stolen arms.
Having given fair warning, Sir Manfred set his lance. Tapping his spurs against Moonshine, the horse started moving at a walk; then she started moving faster and faster until with a great cry Knight and mount crashed into the massed bandits...

OK, here is Manfred with crunch and Background/personality.

Should I post something on main, if so what?

Praise Larani!

Also GM, the Steel Skin trait says "begin play with a Great Helm with the player's family iconography".
This sounds like it's free, and I've balanced my equipment with that assumption. Would you prefer I pay for it as normal?
It's fine either way, I can tweak the armor down if needed.

Sir Manfred reporting!

Sir Manfred here.
Hide armor and a club. I'm so embarrassed...

Fluff to follow.

Camris here. This is the crunch.

Camris here, this is my submission.

Time zone: Pacific Standard. GMT +8 I think.

HP: 1d10 ⇒ 6
HP: 1d10 ⇒ 4 Nope.
HP: 1d10 ⇒ 4 Nope.
HP: 1d10 ⇒ 6

I am submitting Sir Manfred. Melee.

Round 3_____

Manfred maintains contact with the creature and swings again.
Cold Iron Bastard sword attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17 for a possible 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6 slashing damage.

fort save 1: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
fort save 2: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

So... good news, bad news?

Round 2_____
Manfred maintains contact with the creature and swings again.
Cold Iron Bastard sword attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17 for a possible 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13 slashing damage.

Round 1_____

Sir Manfred shouts "Undead!" as he moves up to contact with the enemy. He uses his Detect Evil at-a-glance power on the creature, just to be certain. Then he attacks with his cold iron bastard sword.
Bastard sword attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10 for a possible 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9 slashing damage.

At the door, Sir Manfred will bow his head and Detect Evil to try to sense if there is anyone in ambush.

Sir Manfred will glance at the font, puzzled that water would still be here after the building was abandoned.
He will proceed to the door, wait until everyone was stacked and ready, then open it.

Sir Manfred will hand signal the others to join him as he makes a circle around the exterior of the building. There seems to be a door, but he will make the circle first to check out the exterior, seeing if there are any other doors, windows, ambushers, where that glow is coming from, etc.
Perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (5) - 1 = 4

"Let's see what this light is all about; it seems... unwholesome somehow." Sir Manfred said as he cautiously approached the opening.
He motioned for the wounded and Lord Horgus to stay where they were.

Wait'n impatient fer those stray cowhands t' git back so we can get these dogies on the trail agin. *spit*

Sir Manfred gracefully accepts Suryani's pack and adds it on top of his own.

"Should we perhaps check that tunnel to the left quickly?"

Manfred glances that way and hesitates.

"If we're ready, we should continue on." Suggested Manfred, worried about staying in one place too long.
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
Once the distribution and inspection is complete, Sir Manfred calls everyone to order and continue the march.

Raising his torch to peer at the leather strap, Sir Manfred said;
"Be at peace milord Horgus. This could be of benefit to us all."
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
He looks around.
"Is there anyone good at climbing present?"

Sir Manfred nods his agreement with Gianetta's proposed marching order.

"Calm yourself milord Horgus." Sir Manfred said reassuringly. "What you desire is what we all do. Just stay in our company and we will succeed withal."
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

Manfred describes the creatures he fought as best he can to Aravashnial.
"I suspect they were Dretches, from what my old master described. But I confess I have never actually seen a demon up close before."

He nods at Aladir's comments.
"If I understand our Company, we have no one able to see without light. We might as well stay together; march in formation then as we advance."

I figured with 'A Shining Beacon' trait, I would know the basics of at least the most common demons and how to fight 'em. And nobody takes knowledge:planes at first level.

Manfred nods.
"Yes, you're right about that." He said vaguely.
"We should make a sweep of the cavern, check for supplies, any more of those silver dragon scales, and possible exits." He raises his torch and starts off searching. He'll make a circle around the cavern and regroup back at the starting point.
Perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (18) - 1 = 17

Sir Manfred went to the last one and coldly performed a coup-de-grace on it as well with his cold iron Bastard Sword. 2d10 + 8 + 4 ⇒ (8, 1) + 8 + 4 = 21

After cleaning his blade, he bowed to Suryani.
Thank you for your aid milady."
He looked around for other threats.
Perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (5) - 1 = 4
"These creatures were Dretches, the most common of the demonkind. If that is all, we should depart. These dretches often roam in large packs."

Round 2_____

When Suryani touches Manfred with her Touch of Good, he is startled when silver fire momentarily ran over his body and down his sword.

Standard: Attack to (Q,20)
sword attack: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 1 = 7 for a possible 1d10 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 1 = 11 slashing damage.

Round 1_____

Move: Step to (Q,19)
Standard: Attack to (Q,20)
sword attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15 for a possible 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9 slashing damage.

Perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (10) - 1 = 9
Perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (17) - 1 = 16
Sir Manfred heard a scrunch as he walked around searching. Looking down, he saw a glint of silver in the torchlight. Slowly reaching down, he picked up a silver scale.

Horgus: Why yes, I am injured. Can you not see all the cuts and scrapes on me. Are you blind?" he replies, rather haughtily. "And no, I won't help a thief"he says in a low voice.

Manfred frowned.

Hearing the tension in Anevia’s response, he understands there is some tension there, but makes no comment. There is no need to deal with it unless it interferes with the company’s escape.

“I hear six of you. Is that all?”

Quickly counting, Manfred replied; ”I believe there are nine of us all told.”

”What experience to you have fighting demons?”

Manfred replied; ”Of experience I have very little. But I was fortunate to be able to sense and smite a demon infiltrator that no one else was able to deal with in the caravan that brought me to Kenabres.”

His voice thick, Manfred held up the scale to the others.
”I think, I have found a scale belonging to that silver dragon…”
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

At Aladir’s warning, Manfred puts the scale in his belt pouch and draws his sword.
”Alright then, let’s take care of the first obstacle…” He strides forward, torch in one hand and sword in the other.
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

Looks good to me.

Manfred looked at Kart and nodded slowly.
"Very well. In my opinion we can eliminate the 'Rescue' option. When we were dropped into this cavern our city was under overwhelming assault. It is unlikely that we are being looked for by anyone we would want.
"I do agree that we don't have the supplies to just wait, and that we have to move and find a way back to the surface that is hopefully out of the enemy's control."
He drew himself up to full height.
"As for me, I am Sir Manfred VonFalkenburg, Knight Batchelor. I am skilled in riding, lancing and swordplay, and moving in the rarified social circles of court."
He looks to the next one in the circle.

After making a ciruit around the pile of debris, Sir Manfred returns to the group.
"I couldn't see or hear anyone else. I am afraid we are all that remains. Could anyone see any exits? I would hate to try to climb all that way..."

Now that he has his own light, Manfred felt more confident, more assured. He looked up at Suryani's question.
"We are deep. Very deep underground. I had no idea such a cavern existed here.
"Alright then. I will take a brief look around to see if we have everybody who still lives. If we have anyone able to see through the dark, I would ask they keep a lookout for possible exits."
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
Perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (7) - 1 = 6 His eyes ain't so good down here...

Once he is within the light of Suryani, Manfred searches his pack to find a torch, then uses his flint and steel to light it.
Approaching the male voice, he asks; "Master Gwerm, are you injured?"

Stumbling over rubble in the dark, Manfred unwound his sheathed bastard sword from his swordbelt. He used it to probe ahead of him as he slowly made his way over to Suryani's light.

"Injured?" Manfred felt around, looking for blood or broken bones. He sighed with relief.
"No. I believe I have scratched my forehead and bit the inside of my cheek. Otherwise I am just sore all over. For combat purposes I am unhurt. And yourself?"
He looked around.
"I cannot see anything but a few flickers. I am really hoping it's just dark and I'm not actually blind."
He paused.
"Why did she do it." He whispered, his eyes haunted. "Why did she save us and not herself?"

Swimming to consciousness, Sir Manfred could taste dirt; and the metallic taste of blood. He realized that he was face down in some rubble.
What? Where am I? And what... happened?
Then, he remembered. The red flash as the Kite fortress vanished in a blast of fire and lightning, the assault of the demon lord, the attack of the silver dragon, the fight crushing the cathedral... A crack opened under his feet and he had fallen... But the dragon had looked at him and done something, right as the demons sword came down. Is that why he was still alive?
A sick feeling came through him. If his peril had not distracted the dragon, would she still be alive? He felt like weeping.
Then he seemed to hear muffled, echoing voices. There were other survivors!
Slowly, he climbed to his hands and knees. There was resistance at first, but then some rocks clattered as they slid off the shield on his back and it became easier. He staggered to his feet, but he still couldn't see anything.
"Hello?" He rasped out.
Then he thought he saw a flicker of reflected light off in the distance...

Taking his place among the onlookers, Sir Manfred wondered at the lack of personnel at the Riftwardens banner; and what was the deal with the other knights avoiding the Eagle Watch? This was very strange. But the ceremony was about to start and he was eager to see the celebrant...

Sir Manfred stood cheering the parade of Jousting contestants and envied them mightily. Unfortunately, no knight would risk someone else riding his mount in the dangerous world of jousting, and without a mount of his own he was reduced to the lancing (hitting targets at speed) or the melee contests with the ground pounders.
Since the main events wouldn't take place until after the big Armasse ceremony at noon, he spent his time admiring the mounts the various horse breeders were putting up for sale to the cavalrymen with better means than him.
He stopped at a forge where a couple of dour dwarven smiths were forging a masterwork longsword as a demonstration for the crowd.
In a few minutes, he would go visit the shrine of Iomedae triumphant and then see the noon ceremony...

Alright, corrected my sheet and your DropBox data looks good.

Sir Manfred salutes you!

... and yes, I also thought I had caught everything mentioned in the first Recruitment post.

Timezone GMT -8

Here is my candidate, Sir Manfred.

Here is Sir Manfred.

Here is Sir Manfred.
A noble son disowned by his family and on the run from a rival family, he falls in with the respected explorers to get out of Magnimar for a while.

Let me see if Sir Manfred will serve...

Sir Manfred pours a couple of fingers for Pakak (and anyone else who wants one) then raises a toast to their new endeavour.
Taking a swallow, he raises an eyebrow.
"Very good. The Chelish wines never cease to surprise me with their quality."
He looks over to Angelica.
"If you feel like you've hit a brick wall, take a break and have a little wine. It has always helped me."

Looking around, Sir Manfred spots several bottles of refreshment and some glasses on a sideboard. Walking over, he selects a nice port wine and fills a glass.
Looking over to the rest, he points to his glass.
"A little wine, anyone? Hopefully it will inspire us to greater imagination."

Understood man.

Sir Manfred leans over to peer at the puzzle box, but leans back with a sigh. This kind of thing was really not up his alley.
Looking at Angelica's expert puzzle manipulation, he grudgingly thought that she might be an asset to the team; properly aimed in the right direction.

And that cube is totally a Datacron...