Slippery Sam's page

Sam is an unassuming elf wearing old but not worn clothes and carrying a well packed backpack. His only not to fashion and wealth that is endemic of Quadirans is a simple crystal headpiece with a good sized crystal in the center over his nose. He carries no obvious weapons.

Edit: and that sorry excuse for a post is all I can do right now. I'll probably try again tomorrow. :)

This is Choon.

Here is my submission. The Cryptic has quite a few moving parts, so if any of it is confusing just let me know and I'll explain. This is also first pass at nearly 11 pm, so there could be mistakes in there I'm just not seeing. I'm recycling an alias for this so if you feel this guy needs another name just let me know and I'll change it. The name is less important than the character of this diamond in the rough.

Same here... mutters Sam. He sticks close to the group and squints a lot in the bright light.

+3 HP
Carrying +1
Increased Spirit to D6
Added Feint and Search abilities 

Sorry.

hunting: 1d8 + 1d6 ⇒ (4) + (4) = 8

Sam draws a knife and gets to work.

attack: 1d8 + 1d6 ⇒ (4) + (6) = 10
damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Sam grunts at the pesky snow and continues his attacks!

Sam darts forward with his trident in hand.

attack: 1d8 + 1d6 ⇒ (4) + (1) = 5
damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Sam is speechless. Why would a Dragon help them? They're just travelers. Everybody traveled. Still, an opportunity to cross a river without getting wet should not be turned down, so he crosses in the most respectful manner he can manage.

How deep is the water? I think I need to go back and re-read how to do skill checks in this system...

What's a Gobunya? Sam whispers.

What on earth is even going on here? asks a bewildered Sam.

direction check: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 4) = 6
travel: 1d6 + 1d8 ⇒ (2) + (8) = 10

It was a beautiful day to travel and easy compared to the swamps of his home, but Sam has a little difficulty navigating in the unfamiliar terrain.

1d6 + 1d4 ⇒ (6) + (3) = 9
The plain's grass is like a soft bed for Sam. He wakes feeling rested and energized!

I just have you one! :)

Sam grimaces. Why do you ruin potatoes like that? Give 'em to me raw in a stew. You can keep your nasty chips.

Please tell me someone else is seeing this conversation for the wonderful rip off it is. :P

Sam stares at 'Adalric... What are chips?

Sam returns with his catch, several scrawny rabbits, already gutted and cleaned. There isn't enough for all, but it's something.
Thanks for settin' me tent. He says as he prepares to cook the hares.

hunting: 1d8 + 1d6 ⇒ (5) + (2) = 7

Sam slips off into the forest to try to catch the group some dinner.

I'll probably be making that check. Hunting is actually a class thing I can do for everybody. :)

Sam sits on a nice tuft of grass and breaks out some dried frog legs, cheese, and hard biscuit.
We've made good time, but still have a bit to go. Don't dally. he reports.

travel: 1d6 + 1d8 ⇒ (2) + (7) = 9
direction : 2d6 ⇒ (6, 1) = 7

Sam sighs. It's not very frustrated, just slightly annoyed at not getting started and already having their first distraction. Oh well. At least he'll get some interesting hunts in. I guess you'll want me to track them then.

Sam dismisses the idle tavern talk. Monsters. Whatever. Heads around here are full of moss.
Let's get going. he says sounding a little bored.

*raises hand*

No worries.

San sighs. Come on, people. We're all Travelers now, remember?

I would totally pitch in on a party kit. I think I have 50 left.

I'm also getting an eeyore vibe from Sam right now. It be lack of sleep. Our maybe he's just as murky as his swampy home!

It is pretty tasty. San mutters from his porridge.

condition: 1d6 + 1d4 ⇒ (2) + (1) = 3
Now there's a way to start a campaign!

San didn't sleep well. The sounds and feel here were all wrong. No bugs, or frogs, or mist in the morning. Just a bed which he quickly abandoned for the floor. Tomorrow he was so sleeping outside. why would anyone pay for this!

He stumbles down stairs and grumpy orders breakfast. It wasn't frog legs, but the porrage wasn't bad.

As I'll ever be.

There a solution to that. Shave it all off like me!

Got it. If we end up in the middle of nowhere... well I won't care, but that noble over there might!

Info transfer complete.

Looks good to me. Transferring info into new alias now.