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Guys, I just got done with my first week of college and I'm starting work alongside it next week. Between that stuff and homework I really don't think I'm going to have much time to myself, and what time I do have, I'd rather spend offline getting to know people. So unfortunately, I'm going to have to withdraw from this game. (It's not you guys, I'm doing it for every game). I apologize and I wish you all the best.
Tamas bows. "I walk the road of non-confrontation, unless it involves demons and their very punchable faces. Therefore, I shall remain silent on this issue, and will partner with whomever the group decides I should partner with."
Come on! Someone else should make an awesome custom race! No one wants to play a reformed drow or a Medium gnome or a kobold with a breath weapon...or anything?
Tamas chuckles a bit. "I'm not a battering ram. I am a warrior of justice and peace. A warrior of justice and peace with a thick skull." Turning to the elf, Tamas nods. "I'm actually a duregar, which is a specific type of dwarf with a bit hardier resistances. My training with the monasteries have given me some clarity and calmness that helps guard my mind against magical intrusions. Also, I have a mastery over my ki, allowing me to use it in unique ways that may almost appear like I'm casting a spell. Useful to have, in any case."
Tamas smirks and nods. "Get our swords out? Well, if you insist. One moment, please." Tamas will walk outside and search for a brick, a stone, or some other suitably hard, portable surface. He'll pick it up and bring it back into the inn, showing the group what he has found. Once all of them have realized exactly what he is holding, Tamas will slam the object against his head and attempt to break it apart.
Tamas raises an eyebrow. "Wait, they were serious about that part? I thought those guards were just pulling my leg, or saying I'd have some kind of strong influence over the lands. But really, if I punch out all the demons, I get to be a king?" Frowning and stroking his chin, Tamas takes a long, thoughtful sip of his drink before gagging and slamming the mug down, coughing harshly. "Crap, forgot this was booze. Ow...my throat!" He coughs a few more times before rubbing his Adam's apple and clearing his throat. "I'm on a pilgrimage to seek the answers to questions I have about life and death. I can take a break from that for a noble cause such as defending a kingdom, but for something as selfish and petty as a ruling title, no. As soon as I finish this job, I'll be moving on."
Tamas blinks in surprise. "I see, so you all have your own reasons for being here. Well, my reason is simply that I believe defending the lives of the innocent is a noble and just cause. Also, to be perfectly honest, the idea of getting to punch a demon in the face is kind of awesome." He laughs and rubs the back of his head, embarrassed.
Wow. We are fighting DEMONS and our Sorcerer is FIRE focused?! Like Viorel said, devils are immune to fire, demons are immune to electricity. Like I told you in the other thread, STR Ranger, if you want to blast evil outsiders, the only effective way to do it is to play a cleric.
Tamas enters the bar, raising an eyebrow. "Oh my, look at all the fine warriors here. It's so nice to see so many people who are dedicated to the protection of their fellow man and the eradication of evil." The duregar smiles cheerfully and walks over to the bartender. "When you get a moment, madam, I'd like two shots of whiskey mixed with two cups of water, and a slice of warm bread if you serve food here, please." He bows politely and then spots an odd-looking group in the corner. "Good evening, gents!" Tamas calls, walking up to them with a smile. The duregar, though he appears unarmed and is wearing a simple white robe made of cloth, is clearly powerfully built. Around his neck is a beautiful amulet of clearly high quality and value. The same could be said for the belt around his waist. Tamas extends one callused, muscular hand to the skinny elven chap. "My name is Tamas. What are you all drinking? Next round's on me!"
Tamas smiles. "We all come from the earth, do we not? By the grace of the gods that give us life. Though I suppose if I had to specify, I would admit that I come from the town of Ustalav."
Tamas extends his hand and gives the elf a friendly smile. "Why hello there. And how are you on this fine day, Ari Mai? The wind is magnificent, isn't it? It's days like today, when the wind is in your hair and the sun shines down on you, with no clouds in the sky, that make you appreciate the value of life and everything it entails." He sighs happily to himself.
Hello guys. Tamas here, ready to play. How are you guys doing?
I would like to take a 20 point buy, ending with the stats 7, 7, 11, 14, 14, and 18. Silly Synthesists and their 7 Dexterity... Anyway, here's my Duregar Exile Quinggong monk, minus the gear, for your approval. Just wondering, how much of our 16k are we allowed to spend on one item? (Want to know if I can get a belt of physical perfection +2).
Here is Grant Spellbreaker, the Dwarven Templar of Justice. And before anyone asks, no he's not an inquisitor. He's a barbarian with max ranks in Spellcraft and Knowledge (Arcana). An inquisitor would just be silly. Anyway, working on his crunch now. Will work on his fluff after the concept is approved by the DM. |
