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30 posts. Alias of Tim Bürgers.


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Male Monkey Familiar

...jumping up and down, applauding...


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...lifts a tiny shivering hand...


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...buffoons around with one of the children...


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Snorey climbs on Editas back looking for an opportunity to look through the mess on the table in the hope of finding something worth throwing at Lamm...


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Snorey has a very determined expression on his face. His small body tightens and the tips of his needle-like teeth show between his lips. If he wasn't just two feet tall it would seem most dangerous...


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Snorey suddenly fixates something in the water, points at it and lets out high-pitched screams before Edita manages to calm him down.


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For just a second, Snorey snarls and shows his teeth to Alistair until Edita shoves him behind her back with a quiet "Silent!".


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Snorey also tries to look menacing... and fails at it in the cutest way possible.


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...jumps up and down and screeches while frantically pointing at the doors south.


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...applaudes akwardly and grins happily. ...then goes to sleep on Edita's shoulders again.


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Fortitude: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4


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Snorey follows Garran hectically to the door. Stopping there, he jumps up and down, screeches and looks Editas way.


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*Shakes his tiny fist angrily as the topics comes to Lamm*


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Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11


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Snorey lets the kiss happen with a bit of reluctance in his face. But he gladly takes the bread, leans back against Editas neck and eats.

*mumble*


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The sudden change of environment awakens Snorey, who was sleeping on Editas shoulders until now.

With a drowsy glance he looks in everyone's face, a childish grin in his face.


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Since I could recycle old familiar stats for Edita, I'm ready to go.


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Snorey stops screaming and climbs down from Bollon. He cautiously nears the fray as if looking for an opportunity, where his small hands may be a help.


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Snorey does some panicked shrieking and hides somewhere on Bollon's body.


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Ini:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15


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Perception:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20


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At Trookshavits comment about woodland creatures, Snorey looks out of Bollon's Hood, shows his tiny teeth and shakes a small, furry fist at the foreman. Apparently, the little monkey doesn't like the lumberjacks' foreman.


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Snorey climbs out of Bollons hood and jumps up in joy when he hears the talk about eating. As Bollon gives him half-an-apple from his pack, Snorey greedily bites into the fruit.


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Snorey grins and thereby shows his little needle-pointed teeth at Bollons words. He looks at him from his still sleepy eyes, turns around in the hood and some minutes later, everyone around knows, how this particular monkey has gotten its name...


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The little monkey bows to Kestrel and makes a cute little squeak. After that, he climbs on Bollon´s shoulder and into the hood of his cloak.

Maybe that´s what a little monkey calls a hammock...


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Snorey jumps up. He races in front of Kestrel and makes a quite excited dance. He gestures at Bollon who looks quite embarassed. All this is accompanied by Snorey´s wild screaming.


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Snorey opens one sleepy eye. He looks quite uninterested at the dark stranger. Finally, he turns around, buries his face into Bollon´s tummy and sleeps on...


Waydon Cordus wrote:
... His ears perk up when he hears Terreno mention the name Lamm and he watches Terreno without being overly obvious.

As if pleaing for help, Terreno mumbles half to himself and half to everyone who cares: "Have t´punish him meself. But it ain´t no good wastin´ me life until... Ain´t no use in dyin´ with th´ ol´ man still livin´.

...

...whole bag of flunkies he has, of that I´m sure. Would be good gettin´ someone meself..."

Maybe Terreno is quite observant. Or maybe Calistria is just a fickle wench who tears at the strands of fate at just this moment. Terrenos gaze wanders around the taproom and meet Waydon´s for just that brief amount of time, that it can´t be only coincidence... or can it?


DM-Salsa wrote:
"Sounds laek yae havin' wimmin troubles. Yae'll be needing' this."

"Y´seem t´have quite a good ear, master dwarf. But in fact, me life was purfect as long´s my beloved Miriam was with me t´share it wimme. Now me problem is a evil ol´ buzzted, the sort of which y´want t´kill or die tryin´..."

With a faint sob, Terreno nibs at the strong drink but realizes, that at the moment, he even lacks the will to get drunk.

Consolidating old posts:

stats:

Terreno, human sorcerer (aberrant), lawful good
Some moral standards:
At the beginning of the campaign, Terreno is vengeful and tries everything in his power to kill Gaedren Lamm. Normally, he is a pleasant, simple guy. He thinks, that hard work is more honorable than making it through sheer talent and often thinks of justice on an "eye-for-an-eye-basis". He is generous and thinks, that the best one can do in his life is to care for his family. He is courageous and steps in for those who can´t help themselves even against overwhelming odds.
Str 13 Dex 14 Con 12 Int 8 Wis 10 Cha 17
Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +2
Traits: Love lost (widowed), resilient
Feats: Toughness, Spell Focus (Conjuration)
Major Equipment: Spear, no armor
Skills: Intimidate +9, Profession (baker) +4
Spells Known: 0 - Dancing Lights, Daze, Prestidigitation, Mage Hand 1 - Grease, Silent Image

questions:
1. What does your character look like?
Terreno is broad-shouldered, has a few pounds to much and often traces of flour in his hair. He wears simple clothing, often typical for a baker (black and white plaid pants, white shirt, white cap) when he comes right from work.
2. What is your character's personality like?
Normally, Terreno is a rough but cordial man who solves most conflicts by shouting and being angry with somebody. He says what he thinks and has not the best manners. On the other hand he is always concerned about what people might think about him and tries not to make any "social errors".
But at the moment, Terreno is sullen and longs for nothing more than executing what he thinks is justice on Gaedren Lamm.
3. How bitter is your character toward Lamm?
"If I ever catch him, I will tie him up on his ankles until he rotts off! Gaedren deserves death and the world will be a much better place without this old bastard!"
4. How would your character react to having Lamm tied up in front of them this instant.
see above.
5. How does your character feel about Korvosa as a whole?
"It is my city, my homeland. I am proud being a part of it. But I think, the king as an egoistical fop, who makes one wrong decision after another. I don´t like the Varisians and the Shoanti here, they are just to many. Although some of them are honest and hard-working, I´m sure."
6. How does your character feel about the King? The Queen?
"The King has not married the Queen because of her high intelligence and she has not taken him because he is so beautiful - that´s for sure. I think, they don´t love one another."
7. Does your character have any strange quirks?
Terreno snores like hell. He nearly always tries to solve conflicts by shouting or threatening somebody first (though his threats are never really evils things - he might threaten the bank-clerk to withdraw all his money or he might threaten the butcher to buy his meat elsewhere).

vita:
Terreno was born twenty years ago. A son of a simple but good-hearted baker and his wife, he was taught to be honest and just. At the early age of sixteen, Terreno fell in love with Miriam, a clever and beautiful girl working as a novice at the local temple of Abadar.
The two got married when Terreno was nineteen and right as they thought, their luck could not be bigger, Miriam got pregnant. Terreno was happy as a man could possibly be. He bought a small cottage and made it ready for his little family.
But fate strikes, when one expects it the least...
Miriam was responsible for bookkeeping and accountancy in the temple. In her daily work, she stumbled across some money-laundering-affair of Gaedren and his dangerous gang. She gave notive to her headmaster and Gaedrens account was confiscated by officials of the city of Korvosa.
Gaedren caught word of this and had Miriam and thereby also her unborn child killed by one of his flunkies.
Terreno was so horribly sad, that he could think of nothing else but revenge. But what could a little baker-boy do against a notorious criminal? Looking for weapons, Terreno stumbled across a strange, multi-colored sphere, which was hidden on his grandmother´s attic.
As he touched the mysterious thing, an amorphous creature seemingly made of a green mist appeared to him. Terreno didn´t know, what the creature´s intent was (maybe that´s for the DM to use as he deems appropriate), but in the following nights, his mind and body underwent... changes...
Armed with this strange new alliance and a few disturbing powers, Terreno aims right for Gaedren´s black heart...


A burly human enters the taproom. His white shirt and his black and white pants are full of flour-stains. His hair is untidy and telling by the looks of his eyes he hasn´t slept much in the last few days. He carries a basket full of freshly baked bread and delivers it to the kitchen. Afterwards he sits down at a table and adresses the dwarf:
"Gimme sommthin... Dunn care what. Maybe y´can make it poisonous so I can think ´bout, if I use it meself or on that dirty son´o´a pig Lamm..."
Later, the sullen baker seems to mumble to himself:
"Should tie´m up at his *** until he rotts off and even that won´t be painful enough..."
As he finished half his drink, he puts a good tip on the table. With watery eyes, he slams his meaty fist on the table, shouts a loud curse and walks into the kitchen. A few minutes later, the sour man leaves the taproom with an empty breadbasket and a mind full of agony...