You're the boss, but we had 2 existing characters returning from a chase, and 2 new characters that were trying to figure out what was going on, so it was an unusual situation where it wasn't quite clear who needed to post.
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You said we don't remember our names. I gather we don't remember much of anything, from the campaign info. As for equipment, I guess we have just our clothes?
The halfling is eager to prove good faith, so he strides forward. "I can help...I'm quiet as a mouse." He pats his belt looking for his trusty knife but finds it missing. "It would help if I had a bow, or a couple of knives though."
The halfling steps up beside the yeti, as it seems to be protecting him. "We mean you no harm. But I'm afraid we don't know what's going on." He tries to put the group at ease.
Taren realizes the yeti seems to not be a threat. But he now must confront the strange reality of his surroundings. All he can offer are questions. "Supplies? What? Where is this? What's going on?"
Taeren slumbered, dreaming of eating a large dinner. His mum's cooking was so good. But strangely, though surrounded by a table of dining halflings, he couldn't see anyone's face. He came awake suddenly, feeling a lurch. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he saw a large furry creature. A bear? An ape? The halfling crept backwards slowly, hoping the creature wasn't hungry.
Welcome, Lanayru. Nice to have a new player. Are you trying to decide what to play? I assume you know about d20pfsrd.com that gathers all the options in one place.
GM--OK if I switch out sure-footed for fleet of foot? Seems important for the chase.
OK, just don't eat me! ;-) If we start with no gear, I think my character is good to go.
Excellent, thanks! That is an awesome avatar, Bjorn. Can't wait to meet him.
Journal I don't know how I got here, but I do know one thing. I WILL return to my home. Wherever that is. I write this journal in the halfling tongue in the hopes that my captors will not be able to read it. They don't show much interest in my personal belongings. These strange beings--some grotesque, some impossibly beautiful, some cruel, some indifferent--seem to be using us as some kind of game. They feed us well and do not harm us, but they refuse to answer questions about why we are here. Some days they let us fight for sport. They tell us we need to sharpen our skills so I do my best to learn. I will take any skills they can teach me. The others are mostly human, they are big and slow, so I can hold my own by dodging and getting in little cuts. At first they underestimated me but I think I am earning their respect. Today they turned us loose in the woods and let us find our way back. I was paired with a big human--strong but clumsy. We fashioned weapons--a pair of spears for me and a massive club for the human. We got attacked by a wolf and I climbed a vine. The human was just holding him off when he tripped over a root so I had to jump down and poke the wolf before he went down. I could not have held him off, but I distracted him just long enough for my companion to club him in the head. We are learning we have to stick together to survive.
Wolfwaker here. This guy is ready to go. |