Talthon Waraxe's page

•It's cool to see a dwarf groomed to lead rather than doing all the bashing and cleaving himself.
glad you like it - I think it'll be fun to play the guy who SHOULD be leading but almost doesn't want to.....

•Backstory is easy to read, but a bit bare on the details. Who are the oracles and what did they predict? Who were his men?
will flesh it out over the weekend - ideas are in the brain, just have to drag them out.

•There's a good outline here, enough to get an impression, but not a lot of specific details to really nail down the character.
His personality is definitely a bit of a work in progress...I want to try and balance the line between taking charge and suddenly mid-decision start second guessing himself. Ultimately I want him to have the capacity to become a gret leader but at the beginning of the career his biggest obstacle is him own self doubt.

•I'm not sure Talthon qualifies for Ferocious Loyalty -- it seems to be restricted to werebears and their ilk.
thought I asked if it was OK to take that, my bad if I forgot to do that. I really like that feat, wanna give him a werebear bite?

no? OK, I'll grab another one and include that change in my update this weekend.

Talthon's head whips from side to side, clearing away the cobwebs of an interrupted sleep as much as taking in his surroundings. His mind registers that he is alone in the cage an instant before he notices the giant. His teeth clench as he takes a few heartbeats to study the beast. Not the hardened warriors from the mountains all those years ago, but a giant nonetheless. His mind starts to travel back to that day, distracting him from what the creature is saying, but at the last moment he is able to snap his attention back to the here and now.

"Tales? Aye, I can tell you tales of bravery and battle, valor and honor. I can tell you of strong arms and the strong hearts that wield them, of heroes who win the day through skill at arms and strength of character."

He hesitates, his mind racing through the possible ways this can go but a shadow of doubt already creeping into his heart. Regardless, is hatred for the thing in front of him pushes him forward with far more bravado than he should feel. "Not sure you really want to hear any of my tales, beast. In all my tales, things like you are the enemy........"

Talthon nods to the Ulfen but raises his own flagon to return the man's toast. "Rumors can be dangerous things. Tend to cause all sorts of trouble if you're not careful." He takes another pull from the flagon, his eyes darting from left to right trying to determine if this man has approached him alone or if he has brought additional swords with him.

"As for me? I've seen more combat that some. Less than others. I've learned a thing or two about battle - not just 'fighting' mind you, I'm talking the tactics of warfare."

He pauses, this time looking at his drink but not touching it. "Yeah, I've got a skill or two, and I've cracked a few skulls myself besides. Want to talk about hiring me? Let's talk about what type of job it is you had in mind." Not taking his eyes off the merchant, the dwarf raises his hand to signal the nearest barmaid. Somehow his flagon has gone empty.

The dwarf curses under his breath in his mative tongue as he backs away from the impenetrable doors. This is why I shouldn't travel alone. He slowly walks a circuit along the wall of the chamber, stopping to examine the three heroes in the mural but being sure not to touch anything just yet. Riddles were never his strong suit, and it seemed unlikely he would be getting out of this room until he solves this one.

Alone in the chamber, Talthon still talks out loud as he tries to work through the problem.

"Three weapons, three arms, three sets of opposites. The riddle is the clue, just have to figure out what it means......." He continues to mumble to himself as he reverses direction and starts the circuit of the small square room again.