A sudden javalin flies at nito the thief and the kobold. 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (13) + 14 = 27 I will just assume that hits. The jav flies and actually knocks the skull off Nito's head to the ground. The next thing that is heard is a loud, battle hardened voice scream at them from the short distance he is away from them 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31 ENOUGH! FOR 2 DAYS NOW YOU HAVE DONE NOTHING BUT ARGUE OVER THAT SKULL! GIVE IT TO ME! I AM GOING TO SMASH IT INTO OBLIVION! The spearton is not amused. He is seen walking back. The only part of his face that is visible is a pair of dark red eyes.
Tiberius stops and turns around, seeing his helmet floating there. He reaches out. Takes it, puts it back on his helmet and nods to the cat man. Tiberius has respect for the Cat because he showed prowess in battle, unlike some...(CAUGH CAUGH) whom decided to be little chickens and flee before the dragon. Thank you sir. You fight well and for that I am honored to fight by your side. He takes his cape and wraps it around his person, having put the fur pelt back in Ian's luggage chest for later. I will scout ahead of our path a short ways. Make haste, this cold is bad for my armor...
You have no right to speak Kobold! You did not fight! hmpf!
After the last of the dragon has been stored away from his skillful survival skills, he walks off on his own and sits down, taking a break before they go off to their next destination. If I hear anything from you dragon-ling about turning your "god" into crafting materials I do not wish to hear it. He is left alone till that night. Where, with his cloak, wolf pelt and cape is able to stave the night from cold. hmm~ warm fur pelt~ The next morning they all find him in a pile of wolf pelt outside of any tent, he didn't have one.
Tiberius looks over at the cat man. My eyes are terreble. Tell me what you see...also I have something of an odd...inquiry. How much can you lift sir? 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (9) - 1 = 8 Perception to size up Ian's strength He then looks out at the water again. Trying to even see the blasted ship before it gets to close. If a fight must break out. I demand first blood. Tiberius seemed overly happy that he will possibly be killing again. His helmet was frosted over and he had his cape wrapped around him for warmth. His shield rested on his back and his spear stays in his right hand.
What is going on? What is with this ungodly fog?! Tiberius stands up on the deck, pulling out his shield and spear at the ready. He does not like being blinded like he is but what could he do about it. His helmet was stifling...and it made it hard to see. Crows nest! I am coming up! Tiberius let out a low growl, lowered himself for a jump and catapults himself up, landing on the highest point possible for his jump onto the ship. 1d20 + 67 ⇒ (2) + 67 = 69 Acrobatics I can use Grand Skyfall once per encounter, but we never said how often I can do it outside of combat, so I will say out of combat I can do it once a minute.
Tiberius just sits in the same spot day after day. He isn't a sailor so he cannot do anything on the ship. He is just hired muscle. He finds a spot day after day and sits there, making sure to take up space and grumble about how there is nothing to do on the ship. He stays wrapped up in his long dragon cape as he waits for this god forsaken voyage to end. He is always seen in his armor. The only time he takes it off is at night while he is alone so nobody knows what he looks like in the face.
Tiberius mostly keeps to himself. He is not that interested in talking with anyone. Hell, the man is bored as hell. He figured there would be more killing of innocent looking creatures and other things that would try to kill them. gah...this cold is annoying... He stays near the front of the ship looking outward. 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (14) + 12 = 26 fort save 1d20 ⇒ 2 perception
I guess. I seem to have nothing fun to do here anyway anymore. He takes the quill and contract and draws a little spear where the signature should be and holds it back out to the man. believe me if those weaklings fled because of me jumping in...they have no place in the field... He scoffs at those that fled and waits for the departure.
There is some grumbleing as the sea water hits his armor. You can see his eyes twitching just a little. He wants to kill the kobold but, its too late in the evening for bloodshed outside of a warzone. I will deal with you later Kobold... The spearton gets up and walks back over to his jump spot. My welcome seems to be warn. Good day to you all, keep the peace. He jumps out and the entire bar gives a sigh of relief.
Tiberius looks over at the Kobold with a grin under his helmet Done any...LOLLYGAGGING sense our last meeting lizard man? The spearton lets out a self amused chuckle as he taunts the little bugger. Still, he is a mage, Tiberius keeps his hand on his spear which is to his side for any sudden movements. In reality he is almost ITCHING to have the Kobold do something, that is just his wisdom being sapped from the death of deep thought.
Tiberius: The name was given to me by my "Brothers". They said I have a nasty habit of charging first into the fight. 1d20 ⇒ 11 Know local to determine the name of the woman. I have heard of you as well. I was told if I were to happen apon a shooting involving a "Vialla Burns Shellings" to turn a blind eye.
A small chuckle leaves the man's smirked lips. Tiberius: They decided to install that just for me. I don't use front doors. Fight as many wars as me and you will find that doors are just perfect places to hide an ambush. That, and my job while in town is helping the guard. I bust in and somebody suddenly starts running, I kill them, get payed, call it a good day. If you have no reason to be guilty you have no reason to fear a Spearton jumping through the roof. The man sets his lamb leg down and holds out his hand to shake Vi's hand. Tiberius: Tiberius, you may also know me as "Spear-head" from the wars in the Eastern Boarders. if there is any curiosity I guess the GM can get you to do a knowledge check of some kind to get more info out of the name.
Tiberius: hmm...my helmet could use a shine job... The woman and hyena were odd to him. He has seen this before but its rare to see someone walk around with a hyena. He picked up his leg of lamb and his drink and walked over boldly and sits at the table with the woman, opposite of her. She sees what everyone else sees, a pair of eyes within the helmet but the face is not seen because of the shadow. 7 Tiberius: I have seen a lot of women...and I have seen a lot of hyenas. But I can't exactly say that I've seen the combination very often. You know that beast can turn and try to bite your head off at any second yes? He takes another bite of lamb as he waits for a response.
As everyone does what they do at the inn, a sudden loud THUMP is heard on the roof, it carries enough sound to pass through all the rooms which causes most anyone who heard it to wonder "what the hell was that?" Needless to say it was the Spearton hopping around the rooftops. He is hungry and has a dire thirst so he determines that this inn has the money to pay for the damage that he would do busting in. He then stops, realizes that oh wait, this is one of the inns he has busted into before and they installed a "roof door for him" in the dining area the cieling suddenly opens up and the spearton drops in, infront of some poor unsuspecting chump who has food. Tiberius: what are you looking at... out of my way... The spearton shoves the man out of the way and takes a seat. He doesn't remove his helmet yet...or hardly any of his gear. He sits there in full armor and weapons as if he was still on the front lines. Tiberius: I require food and drink! He yells to the nearest barmaid (hopefully not the one with the deep voice)
Tiberius: Yes...yes I did have to break the sun roof sir! 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (13) - 1 = 12 why do I even bother no way in hell I can beat that bluff Tiberius kinda...looks down at the lizard. A creature that does not speak common? Strange... He waited for the thing to stop yapping to speak again. by order of the Raven you must move form this location immediately. As decreed in the law you cannot stay in the same place unless it is private property. He looks to the left, then the right and saw nobody there. He flips his spear around and gently pushes the Kobold back a half a step with the non deadly end of his spear. Huh...I wonder why I was summoned here. I see no law broken now. And for the record sir im not part of one of those damn private companies. I freelance. Good day to you all. Keep the peace. Tiberius walks back to the place where he first jumped from, and jumps again. he jumps WAY more then any normal human should be able too in gear but never the less. The diplomacy made the spearton question how stupid that law...actually is.
In the rooftops of the Golden Rule stands one of its protectors. Having been called back from the front line fighting of the war on the Eastern Boarders Tiberius was bored. He missed the blood-shed. He did jobs for the local guard. Catching people by the use of his godly thighs of manliness. He was one of the few elite soldiers left. He was a spearton. (reference to stick wars 1 and 2) He hears, that a certain Kobold was causing a ruckess at the Mage College. Like any good SPEARton Tiberius has no need of doooors...HE MAKES HIS OWN!!! Tiberius: SPEARTAAAAAGHGHHGHGHHGHGHG!!!!!!!! He screams as he suddenly bursts through the roof of the collage (im assuming they are inside anyway) and lands on his feet, as if it didn't hurt! Amidst the rubble that the man just created a few things can be seen. For starters he was wearing scale armor. He had a cape attached to the back of the scale armor with the picture of a dragon symbol on it. The cape looks as if it has seen many battles as it waves, ripped at the bottom so the edges were not nice and even as they once were. The man stands tall, spear in one hand and shield in the other. His helmet covers his face in blackness but his eyes can be felt glaring at the Kobold. The Spearton aproaches him. Tiberius: By his high majesty The Raven you are hearby charged with disrupting the peace with tales of shiny things and LOLLYGAGGING! What say you Points his spear at the Kobold in your defense!!
There is a man off to the side of the goblins and the fighting party. The man is tall and has the elegance of an elf as he meanders on his way as if both tired and thirsty. A large backpack and something of a toolbelt and cloak can be seen on his person along with his armor. He had apparently run out of food because he never really leaves his home workshop but had to. Walking next to him is a medium sized dog like creature that seems to be a bunch of moving parts. His stomach growls as he looks around spotting the party but how well he spots them is questionable or how well they saw him. 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
Ellos peoples...I am Niro...but some of you know me as the epic creatures known as Buchanan :3 aaaaaaaanyway seriousness out now. I will be joining you to keep things entertaining. I wish it to be known that I will not be with the initial party because we are aparently transering over to a new book. I will meet the party within the next few days. heeehehehehehehehe *evil laugh* hope to see you guys soon~ |