I started out making a woodsman sort of character, but every time I made him a ranger I just felt like it wasn't quite right, so I'm reflavoring this slayer from a failed Second Darkness. Will work on that in the coming days.
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Thanks for the game!
Taton tries to attack the enemy he had previously studied, approaching him as is necessary.
His enemy feels a light breeze.
I feel good about this. Which is probably a bad sign.
Taton studies the closest foe, looking him up and down and trying to spot the weak points. "Well, here we go again."
Taton keeps the rear guard. He might be a good choice for the front, what with some armor and a good weapon, but he also knows that a good lookout keeps them from being ambushed.
"I think you have the right of it. We can't endanger civilians or we risk looking the villain, though I should really like to see Saul explain it." Taton grumbles, seemingly without end. He doesn't like the situation at hand.
"We can't just kick the doors in. These are trained mercenaries, and the fight would be one we might win, but we also might have some trouble. Not that I mind a fight, but I prefer having the odds." He takes in Meghan's transformation, appraising but not in a lecherous or lewd way. The new ones tend to go all in, will she temper or burn brighter with time? "So, I would advise we sneak in. We know the place better than most, maybe we disguise ourselves, but charging in is asking to get hurt and that's not my method."
Taton, from his history, has been a guard so he knows some of the other guards around town. He greases a few palms, speaks to some contacts, and relies on his knowledge of the town.
He has to use muscle and bravado where coin fails, and winds up talking to some people in a rather unsuitable tone to get what he's after.
Taton hits the streets, employing his various
"I don't know whether they would or not, but I have contacts. Could ask around." Taton thinks of who other than Zincher would be a person to ask.
"Nothing a good night's rest won't fix for me. I've had worse. The rest of them may need seeing to." He grunts, and he's obviously favoring one side, but he doesn't look like he's going to fall apart at any time soon.
"That is far too simple. I prefer a good flaying. Really lets you hear the screams." Taton preaches to a fellow true believer. "And then you carefully slice him so as not to cause too much bleeding, and show him what his entrails look like." Taton smiles, reminiscing.
I don't know what I'd want. I mean I like weapons. Armor is also good though. Eventually need a good double weapon.
Taton curses. He curses in an impressive display of vocabulary and linguistics, and is probably the most verbose anyone has seen him. When the storm subsides, the older man looks grim. "When I track him down, they will tell my story to children to keep them on the straight and narrow. Calistria will bless me and my vengeance will be sated as I wade through his innards." He pauses a moment, having been lost in the bliss of righteous anger. "IF he betrayed us, that is."
Also still here, and was the one previous that last posted other than Meghan. Seems to have slowed, and we lost some people. Couple bumps have slowed it. Plus the seeming rather aimless before.
Taton swings, but as this foe is not studied, he has a harder time of hitting it. Thankfully he can only use one end of his weapon to strike at this point.
Taton assaults the red rat unceasingly. He lays as much hurt on it as he possibly can. Fortunately, with flank that is actually a fair amount of hurt.
Taton calls out, "If someone wishes to aid me, this would be far easier." As he approaches the nearest enemy and strikes out.
Taton keeps attacking, though if it continues to be as ineffective, he doesn't like their odds.
Taton continues his assault, this time attempting to strike with both sides of the weapon.
He realizes his onslaught would be much more effective with an ally for flanking, but alas one is not currently present.
Taton strikes at red, from his distracted vantage point.
Even that is to no avail, however.
Taton moves for turn 1, turn 2 he studies target on Red and attacks.
Feel better. Get well soon.
Taton similarly holds back. He might be slightly stealthy, but he didn't want to risk his luck and wind up alerting them to his presence.
"He doesn't have just the one place though, Zincher has the arena, which I can tell you is formidable and nearly unassailable, but he also has businesses and interests throughout. We need to strike the man, but that's perhaps for a later time." Taton has his own axe to grind in this case, but he leaves that for later.
Taton tries encouraging people to come to the golden goblin, but perhaps his heart just isn't in it, either way he's not particularly effective.
Taton doesn't look away in time, and isn't able to shield his eyes from the blast.
Tough as nails as he is, however, there is no lasting impact. It might also help that he only has the one eye functioning to begin with. "Exciting, this. Evidently there is such thing as too much excitement."
Taton gathers what he can, wishing for the time being he had magic or something to that effect which could douse the flames. A generous application of the create water cantrip might well save the day. He tries to find a rug or the like that he can swiftly roll up and drag toward the fire, though he may need help lifting it to properly apply it to the fire to smother it.
Taton, the one out on the floor and not the one in the kitchen, continues to strike somewhat fruitlessly at his foe.
Taton swings on the one that had just attacked him, first with the blunt end and then the spear.
The fates continue to mock him as his swings do nothing but move air about.
Taton studies one of the nearby assailants but feels that he makes a more deterring target when taking blows vice dealing them. He takes a standard defensive stance.
Taton continues the latest verse of 'I can't hit for s***' and tries to stab the nearest foe once more.
Taton takes time to study the jerk who keeps hitting him, the one standing currently, and then tries to strike just with the pointy end of his stick.
Taton takes a blow from one of his assailants, but remains undeterred. It appears to have rung his clock somewhat, however, as he finds himself unable to muster even a half-hearted strike.
Ack, sorry I've missed this... I'll get a post in tonight, it didn't show as updated.
Taton steps closer to the foe, and swings with his weighted spear in successive blunt and slashing strikes.
Both however seem to fall quite short, something which is not lost on the slayer. He grumbles about darkness and an old man's eyes.
Taton stops trying to light his torch, instead grabbing his weighted spear and looking at the nearest foe. "You are going to regret your decision to come here."
Taton rises from his chair, takes out a torch and begins trying to light it, his weighted spear left leaning against the chair.
Taton lazes about, taking a comfortable chair once the patrons have all departed. He watches Meghan working, ever the busy little bee, and smiles. He did his work while the place was open, though even now he can't help but watch every door out of habit. Idly, he begins juggling small items from close at hand. He makes sure it's nothing that would be heartbreaking if it was dropped and broken, and also nothing that it would be too harmful if it were to fall on his head.
I tried to encourage the violent option. Can't blame me.
Taton sees everyone talking. Talking had a time and a place to be certain, but it wasn't this time or place to his eyes. The enemy was preparing, and he too planned to be prepared. Let the others talk, this was about to devolve into violence, and Taton reveled in it.
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