Therric's pose would be planting his tower shield in the ground and taking off his helmet.
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Altered Therric's backstory. Should be acceptable now.
Dragoncat here, dusting off an old alias and giving it new life! Meet Therric Morant, member in good standing of the Order of the Hourglass. I decided to go with the Temporal Knight archetype for him.
This is Dragoncat's submission: a fey-blooded bloodrager and a member of Heldren's militia with an interest in learning about his true origins.
It was a pleasure.
Stopping is fine.
I'd be fine with us having a part-time GM, if everyone else is. Failing that, I could perhaps try my hand at running it until Eschie's schedule clears up a bit.
Seeing that the last thug is still flailing about and not dropping his weapons, Therric sighs (with his ears still ringing) and brings his scimitar down.
His heart isn't in it, though--it's not nearly as precise as usual.
Therric, anxious to finally put this to an end, advances on the last man standing and swings his sword!
Therric spies the redhead and Alayna duelling, and still incensed after being rendered deaf, runs headlong at her, scimitar swinging!
Therric rears back and slices at the thug again!
Even deafened, Therric notices the reckless rough coming at him, and raises his shield to stop the blow. It's then answered with a swing of his own.
It wouldn't even be that hard to do, frankly...
Therric's ears start ringing.
He then wordlessly throws himself at the nearest free thug, scimitar first.
Therric twirls his scimitar and nods. "May Sarenrae have mercy on their souls..."
Therric doesn't seem to notice anything wrong.
Therric grits his teeth and starts forward.
"Yeah, that'll probably be for the best." Therric starts walking upstairs to wake Nessa up, pausing as he peeks into her room. "Oh--you're already up, Nessa?"
I know I just want to get enough cash for a good dinner. :)
Therric is quite attentive when Cameron explains where the restaurant is. "Really? Hmm... what are our plans for today?"
"Well, that's a good sign, isn't it." Therric takes another bite of breakfast. "So, where's the arena?"
"Well, that's a good sign, isn't it." Therric takes another bite of breakfast. "So, where's the arena?"
"Alright... my question is this." Therric clears his throat before taking a bite of breakfast. "...where's a good restaurant in Riddleport?" He glances back towards the stairs to see if anyone else is coming down. "I want to take Nessa somewhere nice for dinner, and I kinda want to surprise her."
Therric makes absolutely certain that he's the first one out of bed in the morning. After dressing, he heads downstairs to Caithlinn's breakfast table. "Your hospitality, as always, is quite appreciated, ma'am." He says with a smile. "Actually, I've been meaning to ask you a question..."
+1 BaB
New Class Features: Aura of Courage, Divine Health, Mercy (Fatigue) New Skills (+1 for FCB) +1 Diplomacy
Background Skill Boost
New Feat: Extra Mercy (Sickened) EDIT: Switched Tower Shield Proficiency for Extra Mercy (Sickened).
Therric stifles a yawn. "Might as well--I managed to wrangle a day off outta Saul. I should put it to use." He says with a quick glance in Nessa's direction. I should ask Caithlinn where a good restaurant is in Riddleport...
Therric lines up a boot and kicks at the door...
Therric watches as Zahel fiddles with the lock. "...want me to try kicking it open?"
Therric momentarily winces and reaches out to catch Sylee when Nessa's wings smack into her and threaten to knock her off the bed, but Nessa beats him to it. He sighs with relief and gives Sylee a plate of honey cakes. "Alrighty then, I'll leave you to it--don't take too long, now." He smiles at the two and starts walking out the door.
Therric does as Cameron instructs, taking a couple of honey cakes and waving them under Nessa & Sylee's noses.
Therric tiptoes closer to Nessa and gently taps her on her shoulder. "Nessa?" He whispers with a guilty look on his face.
Therric peeks into Caithlinn's room, swallows, and whispers... "Nessa? Nessa?"
Not wanting to unintentionally wake anyone up, Therric slowly makes his way towards Caithlinn's room. ...I don't blame her, for wanting to sleep. What am I going to tell Cameron?
I may have missed this, but... GM, what sort of healing wand did Shorafa give me?
"Oh, it's no problem at all, Cameron." Therric says as he goes to Sylee's room. He stops in front of the door and knocks on it.
Therric nods in agreement. "Do we have time to go?"
Therric nods. "It didn't help him any."
Therric is speechless as he chases Nessa back to Caithlinn's home. He's quietly relieved that Sylee hasn't come to harm.
"...well, whatever the case, we're going to have to find Saul now. If he is planning something like that, we need to find him and convince him otherwise." Therric draws his scimitar for emphasis.
This is going out to all the games I'm either playing in or GMing: I'll be away at a local convention from Nov. 4th to the 6th. As such, I won't be posting on those days.
Therric follows Nessa back and looks dispassionately at Bojask's corpse. "..."
Discussion: The squire listens to Nessa's explanation, feeling a pang of disappointment when she explains just how lonely she really is. Her revelation that she's nearly come to blows with Alayna over the issue of Sylee is especially surprising to him.
He gently puts a hand on her chin and turns her head to meet his eyes. "Well... my offer isn't any less serious. I want to treat you like a lady."
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