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Smaxx returns with Busara, contented to making his life at her side. He spends his days accompanying and assisting her in her daily tasks. The only other thing he puts his extracurricular efforts into is finding someone who can graft his claws with cold iron.
Smaxx moves up and grins, "Ya know, sometimes I really do get a nice big ol' splinter of joy when Diplomacy breaks down!"
"Ya did good Ollie! Earlier you showed that you know there are humane ideals to stand for. And now you've learned that there are reasons to fight for!" He heeds the fey creature's warning, "Let us be quick so we can stop the child from being turned into another one of those horrible creatures!"
Smaxx moves up next to Ollie, and lashes at the bogeyman with an elemental fist.
"I shoulda found a way to get cold iron claws!"
Think I'm done here:
Almost gave myself an ability score point, but then remembered it is the level 4 PC upgrade! *DERP
HA! I just realized I changed the distance by a foot from what he intended to do compared to what I said he did...probably why he rolled so poorly!
"Sumthin's goin on here, it don't smell right... Smaxx decides to put this situation to the test. Smaxx is going to charge the cage to make it look like he is going to attack "the boy", but when he gets within 4' of the cage itself he is going to do a long jump over it. "Bethella get out of there...It's a trap!! Smaxx roars and charges "the boy." He keeps full eye contact with his intended prey with the best scowly "I know what you're up to!" face.
When he reaches 3' before the cage he actually long jumps over it.
Redalia, I do not mean to insult you in any way, but I believe we are all adults here. I believe we all understand fantastical horrors, and how they mirror those in what we believe to comprehend as real life. You are telling us a really good story thus far, I think you are doing yourself a disservice by unnecessary apologies. If i only speak for myself, I would like to say that any plot element, dark as it may be (in this case, child abuse-which, if we are all to be perfectly honest with ourselves, we know happens)-would only fuel my character's desire to right the wrongs that are occurring in this story, and will not offend me one bit.
Smaxx tries to survey the area by scent for any enemies within the immediate area.
"From my point of view, treason is treason, justifiably punishable by death. I know if I were ever to turn in such a way on sweet Busara, I would expect and deserve no less. It all depends on whether you think his actions were tainted by sorcery, and if you think he is some how redeemable. If you do choose death, it should be quick and painless, otherwise you travel down a road that proves you no better than him. I've heard people say that karma is a death hag...but what most people do not realize is that karma is a two-faced death hag-if you prove yourself no better than the one who has wronged you...you justify what they did to you in the first place!"
I am just really chilling with this so far, I mean PbPs are really more about the role playing. A nice story setup is just fine with me. I kinda like how you keep up a good storyline that's not dependent on combat to make up for a lack of one.
Smaxx will join, drawing close in the most unthreatening manner possible. He is, though, just waiting for any goblin to give him a reason...
Hope your world and your child is well!
Samxx starts getting a bit exasperated trying to teach Ollie some combat
He pretty much says what the heck and plays a few more games with Ollie to keep him occupied.
If it is alright with Busara and the rest of the bunch, SMAXX would like to do some mounted training exercises with Ollie. Perhaps he can make a beast rider out of the little guy-maybe even teach hime some hand to hand combat.
"This is the rough part I warned you about Ollie" Smaxx attempts an acrobatic roly poly leap to safely lower, Ollie to the floor and pop him off, at the same time making a move at the attacker.
Not even as close to the chief as Busara is, Smaxx's scent ability seeks to betray him!
"To the victor, goes the spoils...literally."
Guys, I am taking a more reactionary way of playing. Though I hit this PbP really hard when I started, I am really still only in my first couple months of doing this. I have become more and more comfortable with this-as we don't ever really get into our characters like this in our home games. I came upon this recruitment more looking to get experience doing this...I am here to enhance the story for those who really wanted to play familiars...but I can assure you, when I have something to add opinion-wise, it will be offered.
Smaxx lowers himself to help Ollie get up. He walks at a slow, even pace so as not to make it hard for him to stay on.
"Hey Ollie, wanna look really cool? Why don't you climb up on ole Smaxx's back and ride him on into whatever high nose we're goin' to see. Just be ready to hop off if things get rough!"
Smaxx's mouth curls into a grin at receiving his buffs, " I always did love that voodoo that you do so well!"
" I don't know who this Lamb Shoe Shoe fella is, but I don't trust mutton unless it's on my dinner plate-and if it's up a walking around that can't be good! Mix in goblins...that's just trouble brewin'. If Brennus wants to scout, I'll go for it, if Alis wants just to go straight in, I will be there to help take care of things no matter what happens!"
Smaxx uses his Scent ability to check the area for any other unseen enemies he may be able to detect.
" I do so love putting Goblins in their place! They are such an unruly bunch."
Sorry about the stall in the story, a small plumbing problem turned into a major issue...trying t get the water back on in the house.
"Story time is over for now...duty calls!"
"Ladies and companions, I give you the first chronicle of The Executioner's Daughter: How the Banshee Found Her Voice." Not having the manual tools his anthropomorphic counterparts do, Smaxx laps up some water from his bowl to wet his whistle. "First a bit of background... Many a bearded one has been wary of traveling to the edge of "civilized" areas of the northwesternmost part of the Golstad Tundra, for one very simple misunderstanding. As I have been told, "Kuir", yes, translates perfectly "to kill" in the older barbarian ways of speaking. But, as close as it is and sounds, "Drirfen" does not translate to "Dwarf." It was a name given to the orcs of the area. The warmer months were livable enough in the area. But when the "Drir"-the coldest stretch of the winter days-came, it was believed that a gateway to Cania, the frozen wasteland of the Eighth Hell, would open. With that, Mephistopheles, himself would release the Drirfens, or "Drir Fiends." The orcs indir...idiz...endij..." Smaxx stammers a bit. "Come on Smaxx, you can never remember how to say that word, no matter how many times you practice. Swallow your pride and just make it easy on yourself." Smaxx gives his chest a couple of good, solid fist pounds, takes a couple more quick gulps of water, and clears his throat. "The orcs that had been living there for many more years, to where it was more in their nature to be able to function in the harshest conditions, would make use of their advantage in that time to raid and attack. You see, Kuir Drirfen was made as an outpost to be the first line of defense of the barbarian people against orcish invaders, further into the wastes than tribes would normally settle. At first, a hearty bunch of vet'rens were sent with the more unruly and, in cause, more expendable soldiers. Not really expected to do much more than die-maybe, best case scenario soften up and stall the seasonal attacks-the greater number of them did just that. However, as time went on, the barbarians seemed to adapt themselves rather quickly-most likely out of the need to more than anything. After awhile, when it was learned that they were surviving in greater numbers, women were sent. Once again, at first those seen as unfit-gone on unwed, whether due to fate or seen as unsuitable for many a reason. It was first guessed that these would die quickly and be replaced, but it soon seemed that the women adapted much more quickly than the men originally sent. Yes, I am sure a desent part of it was because of what was already made there, but, I believe, that what was happening was that, the barbarians were actually discovering the mettle of what they thought they understood as the weaker gender. In no time at all, a full tribe was thriving, and holding their own. Named, again, Kuir Drirfen, not only for what their first use was for, but for what they did now...and what it seemed, a good part of time, what they did very well."
Busara, are you doing this "holiday" thing to get back at Smaxx for being borrowed from you? I guess turnabout is fair play. Have a great time! With the DM's permission, I would like to put the aforementioned Background skills in Perform (Oratory) instead of Profession or craft-I guess it could be seen as profession-storyteller...either way. And would you all like a wall of text broken up into short paragraphs instead of me breaking it up into posts? Breaking it up would allow for interruptions/questions from the audience...ahem...Brennus...ahem...
"Nice of you to join us Brennus! Well, the immediate conversation was about Brennus P...uhh...your opinion on how Alis' pie tastes. Other than that, we were voicing our concerns on the recent happenings involving goblins and what is driving them to act so mean lately. Some of us believe they are being pushed by something Fey in nature!" She turns to Alis, "But speaking of your tasty pie-if Brennus agrees, I believe I owe you a story!" He addresses all in present company, "Has anyone heard of the barbarian girl from the Kuir Drirfen tribe in Golstad Tundra...the one they call The Banshee of the North?"
"Methinks she would not be so fond of Brennus Pie...I don't think he would be too excited about the idea either!"
FYI, I had "Spring attack" as one of my feats, and did not have the required "Mobility" so I adjusted.
" The problem may not be so much the goblins, as what is driving them. The farmer mentioned some sort of flying creature talking to the goblin in his barn. You think it may be fey in nature?"
Before he enters, Smaxx is sure to wipe all of his paws on the "Welcome Mat." Having grown up in the wild with Busara, and further disciplined in a monastery, Smaxx prefers more simple and outdoorsy living arrangements. As simple courtesies keep him connected with "who" he is, "roughing it" keeps him from going soft, and connected to "what" he is. He takes a look around at the converted school of wizardry. Though not the sharpest arrow in the quiver, he does recognize renovations made to make the place more homey, and the value it holds to those who make the effort.
" My compliments on what you have done with this place...it's quite esoteric."
"Good call! Can't wait to try Alis' pie!"
If Smaxx was able to garner any money in his travels he looks for a small trinket along the way to buy as a "house-warmer." When he arrives, he makes sure to wipe his feet on the mat upon entering.
Smaxx talks to Busara in a "side bar." "I am assuming the shocks I have been feeling are you entering this village...supply runs? Have you noticed anything amiss...large strings of mishaps...sickness?"
Smaxx shrugs, "Or I just came here for pie, sometimes I get those two things mixed up"
Smaxx's countenance grows deathly serious. "My specific steps at this point, I do not know. Visions and the forces that coaxed me away from Busara have brought me here." He looks at Busara, "Visions of a darkness not of the natural world that has come to settle here. That which would consume the one I care for the most and those who keep her company." He looks around, "The Painted Dreamer...The Flying Question Mark...The Witch-Child...The Mocking Bird...yes they are all here!" "Whether it has always been here-laying dormant, or freshly arrived, I do not know. But for the last four months, every Moonday around dawn, a shot would splinter down my spine like a thousand Goblin teeth tearing at my flesh. The only clue as to the nature, I believe, has come in the form of a riddle. Every day I traveled with the caravan, a gypsy woman would waddle by saying,"It would be better you had been born with cold iron claws!" "Plans, my fine-feathered brother? To stand with Busara...to stand with you!"
Smaxx puts his left paw to his breast and bows his head, "Thank you dear, the road brings a healthy appetite, I will savor this meal! You may, in the future, feel free to include me in a more prepared manner, as it gives me a sense of civilization, as you may call it. But make no mistake, lovely dame, this will hit the spot!" Smaxx turns to Busara's companions, "First of all, let me say hello to all of you." Smaxx bows his head once more. Since his awakening, it is the one thing he has adopted to separate himself from his more "savage" counterparts, "Anyone Busara chooses to spend her time with is well met with me!" Looks at Busara, "You always were such a good judge of a beings mettle! His eyes glass over as he regards the raven's query. He turns to Brennus and looks through him with a faraway stare. "Forces, those of which I do not fully understand. I like to think they are the same that connect Busara to her power. Not strong enough to rip me away from this woman...no...strong enough to convince me I wasn't complete enough to stand with her! So convincing, I dared not say goodbye, lest I stutter." He glances back to Busara with a guilty, apologetic look. "North, they pulled me, to a monastery those that reside there name Sin'Jhun'Da. There they taught me a more controlled style of combat, that and a mastery of the elements to power my strikes!" Smaxx clicks the nails of his right claw together in a use of elemental fist. He allows a spark of electricity to flow, just long enough, for a physical display of what he speaks. "Now, I pray I am as worthy as they felt I am to stand with this goddess!"
Talking animals seems pedestrian, but talking psuedodragons? Witchery, I tell you!
Smaxx snuggles a bit, "You never lost me...I just got borrowed for awhile!"
A rather large digmaul pushes through the tavern door cautiously. Expecting the barkeeper to raise some sort of protest, Smaxx does the last thing the ale-slinger expects, he speaks, "Don't worry about me, sir. I will be on my best behavior!" The barkeepers jaw drops to the floor just as the mug he was filling. Smaxx just smiles. Smaxx looks around, and sniffs the air
I know you're here...you gotta be! He says to himself. He cases the room until his view comes to a corner table where a few have already gathered. He sees her! "Busara!"
<---Didn't even realize we had a Halfling in the party LOL...eerie "coincidence!" I guess Smaxx traveled in with people who may be or have been associated with Bethella??
I was thinking, SMAXX was pointed in the direction of this place by the forces of nature he felt called to him when he left Busara to goo through his training as a monk. He "coincidentally " found a halfLing caravan who was en route either to or close to the area which he provided security for rations and travel incidentals . When they got close he would have asked to have a scout sent to warn the locals of his presence and benevolent nature . Just a thought
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