Tikkle answers even as he floats away. "Plucked it from my own belly after the previous owner had no use for it. I'll let you look it over sometime!"
Search Posts
A deep sadness alights in Tikkle's eyes. "I'm so sorry. You favor her countenance. She was a kind person, and had the loveliest smile. I'm sure it would suit you to try it on sometime." he said with a wink.
"Unfortunately I can't bring you to the Wildcat tonight. I'm just contracted to get you across the river safe. Perhaps soon, though. I'll be back in Kintargo in a few weeks, after some business in the Shackles." The Longboat is large enough for the six of you easily, with Gremlin nervously curled up in one of your laps. It has no oars, however, only a small black sail adorned with a single white pinion. Just as you may be thinking that the sail would never propel the boat at that size or in this still air, Tikkle blows into it, and a magical wind seeems to drive the boat forward smoothly and silently. After a moment, the incorrigible dog splashes into the river and paddles silently behind. Tikkle, wrought with silent mirth over the dogged pursuit of your companion, guides the boat expertly around the lantern light of the watch along the Yollubis. The boat drifts lazily downriver and gradually across. Near the other shore, he speaks up a bit to Septima. "I don't mean to pry, milady, but, would you perhaps be of the House Gallus?"
"Well if it isn't the little Gremlin what tried to sink me!" The hood falls away to reveal the toothy grin of the ashy colored catfolk sailor. "Good eye, lass." He flicks the bone. "Reminds me of a bone I have to pick with ol' Barzie. Speaking of which, I got a message that a group of gals might share the sentiment and have a way to prove it. I assume that'd be you? Allow me to introduce myself, Captain Tikkle Ashcoat, at your service." He bows with an exaggerated flourish and kisses the back of Alexis' hand. "Anyway, next patrol comes around soon. Everyone in! More chat later I suppose."
I'll assume the Yordles will catch up eventually. First post is up! If it's not too much trouble, would you mind putting a few important stats into your header? HP, AC, Perception, and/or important consumable stats are my suggestion. I'll post in Tikkle's alias to show my preferred array and give a template if you wish. If you click through to the profile you'll see how I did it. Just makes it significantly easier for me to gm from a phone when necessary.
I'm gonna have one of my probable NPC's put up an app just as an example and because I can't sleep. Tikke, the Swashbuckling Catfolk Character Description.
Me and League.
Jayce, Shen, Katarina, Yasuo, and Heimerdonger can all go to hell. Here's a writing sample from another campaign for Tikkle:
The Little Girl:
As Tikkle approached the docks, he noticed a lone little catfolk girl standing at the edge of the road leading to the ships. "Ahoy lass! What are ya doin' out 'ere? Don't you know Cats are scared of water?"
"How rude!" She said before turning around. "I'm not a cat, I'm a- You're catfolk too! And a sailor! So you're clearly not afraid of water." Tikkle chuckled at how well spoken the little one was and comically looked both ways and held a finger to his mouth as if it was a secret. "What brings you out here love? Where are your parents?" "Mummy's asleep, but I had a nightmare. My papa's on a ship, and I dreamed that he didn't come back. I dunno why I came to look for him, he's not supposed to be back for another week." Tikkle grabbed a scrap of rope from the dock and kneeled in front of the little kit. He started working on a complicated knot as he spoke. "Have you ever seen the bright orange butterflies that come here every summer? They fly for miles and miles on their own, some even all the way to the mainland. But at the end of every summer, they all come back to the place they were born, because that's where their heart is. That's why sailors make these," He holds up the finished butterfly knot, "To remind us that we always go back to where we left our heart. Your Papa will come back to you, because where else could his heart be but with his beautiful little kit here in Tarth?" "I'm not a kit! I'm thirteen!" she exclaimed. "My mistake young miss!" Tikkle then bowed to her, presenting the butterfly knot to her as a gift."For you. Now, may I walk you home my dear?" NOT OPTIONAL
Just for Kicks ;)
I was among the ones affected by the Mythweavers crash, so I have no crunch. However, I would like to submit Tikleurious Renz Aka Tikkle. Certainly his chipper demeanor is ill fit for such a horrid story, but how much more fitting could it be than to dampen the brightest mood? He is a Human Swashbuckler, primarily Charismatic, and secondarily dextrous. (Sorry if you see the profile before I change that. Old character living on in spirit) How did your parents die?
What is your greatest fear?
What is your greatest wish?
Who is your least favorite scholar and why is it Professor Togren?
I have not screened the other posts to be sure my question hasn't been asked, BUT...
Also, it would be nice if you'd all take advantage of the headers to track HP, AC, Perception, Saves, initiative, and important ability limits. Keep them up to date! I'll sometimes roll these things for you to save time. Here's Tikkle, as an example of a header stat block. He may make a guest appearance in the campaign as well.
Here's the old Tikkle. Just to put that out there.
Well. This is Tikkle. The campaign he was just in died, and it made me sad. therefore, I want to take another stab at him. He is not the most outdoorsy character, but after years on the open ocean, it seems time to him to find his roots and what may have happened to his father. I present to you Tikkle Ashcoat, Catfolk Swashbuckler and Pirate captain. His current stats I believe are level seven, and he is very poorly worked for what a Swashbuckler should be. That said, I kinda want a chance to redo him right. Character sheet link is in the header. Also, are you one of those that is against multiple submissions? I have other ideas that I've been itching to play, and ultimately I can squeeze into any party comp.
Tikkle takes a moment to breathe and get his priorities back in line. "Right, Regroup, explain better, then run off without a plan. got it. Where the hell was Gashka going?"
"I'm starting to think that each of us have something to find here. This is mine." He shows the map.
Tikkle looks up at the group with a hard set to his jaw. "We make for the center of the island, and we will likely be attacked on the way. Make ready all." His tone further emphasized that it was not a discussion. To Druuth, he says "I have reason to avoid the exact center of the island, but my destination is a few hundred yards east of it. Do you think you can point us in a way that will bring us there safely?"
"I see..." Tikkle pulls out the map and opens it, hoping the trek inland revealed something interesting.
"Aye. My treasure sense is tingling. I'll not run without having seen more of this place. Druuth, you said you have shelter? Might we impose a bit longer? Also, are there any other intelligent folk on the island, or maybe signs thereof?"
"I deserved that..." Tikkle mumbles from his upside down state.
With an incredibly delayed reaction, Tikkle leaps toward Terra with an exaggerated battle yell. He extends his brilliant energy rapier, but shuts it off at the last second so that only the bladeless hilt touches her. "Hahaa! You all should see the looks on your faces!" He laughs and skirts the inevitable punches from Gashka and Terra. Wiping tears from his eyes, he adds "But seriously T, looks good on you. Is it magical? I mean like one of those that helps you do stuff."
*Hugs Gashka* :3
Before entering, Tikkle answers Gashka with a smile and a kiss on the cheek. After, He stands at the ready, sniffing about for any other creatures in the area while the brainy types investigate.
Back for good for real guys. I'm so sorry about it all, but I survived. :)
"So Gashka's mama and papa were bigtime, huh? Does that make me some kinda step-prince?" Tikkles guffaw sounds behind the group. "Nah, I don't like the sound of that any more than she does." He gets caught up on the rest of the details during the hike and focuses on comforting Gashka until the stoners show up. Words fail him in comforting Gashka, so he just holds her and lets her speak her mind. When it seems that Flynt is doing ok with her, he moves to stand beside Terra. "The child of earth is a part of our fellowship, and would not be separated from us. Right Terra?" He nudges her and nods, indicating that she just needs to affirm the statement to the stoners.
More of a slight exaggeration I'm afraid. But not to worry, I never followed through, so unless cirrhosis of the liver can kill me at 25, I'll come out of it like I always do. Sorry to worry you.
Guys I'm sorry. Life happened, I have yet to succeed in killing myself, so, if it's ok, I'd like to jump back in. By Monday, life should be back in order, or I'll be dead. Anyway, to explain Tikkle's silence, I propose that shortly before we saw the Orc, Tikk had to turn back to signal the second landing party and didn't think to let you all know. Now, with a few roughnecks guarding the beach and tether, he's hustling back to the group, wondering who they are talking to.
Seeing the approaching danger almost before it happens, Tikkle feints being caught off guard and activates his blade at the last moment. With a flashy twirl, the encroaching mud freezes and shatters in several places.
In case of Atk:
GUYS WAYFINDER WORKS AGAIN!!! -Posted with Wayfinder
"Chris or someone, can you tell me whether this will cut them?" Tikkle raises his brilliant energy rapier, which can only harm living material. -Posted with Wayfinder
"Whoa easy there. We're not leaving the beach, just a few feet so we know nothing's waiting on us hidden somewhere here. We'll all head out together once we're set." Tikkle breathes for a moment and goes through the process for a landing party taught to him some years ago. Okay Tikkle, Three sets of three. Don't get anyone killed. One: Ship. Is she vulnerable, will the crew stay, and how quickly can we get back to her?
"That last one's a dead ringer here" He whispers to himself. He takes Flynt, Terra, and Jin to step off a safe zone and check the tree line.
"Oh and by the way, mates, as I figured the map is working different on the island. Take a look."
Tikkle checks the hitch on the tether and signals his crew. "Thanks T, it's nice not having to make guesswork. You and Flynt come with me to check our immediate surroundings and then we'll set off." After a second, Tikkle adds "Jin, you too, with the magicky eyes." As they gather, he pulls out the map to check if maybe it changes when actually on the island.
"Gashka. You know I'd die for you. I won't let you hurt any of us, but I know I won't have to. Look me in the eyes and listen, I know you could never hurt me. No matter how crazy you get, that bug heart of yours won't let you hurt someone who doesn't deserve it. You don't scare me at all." Tikkle holds her shoulders as he speaks, and then embraces her.
Tikkle smells the air. "Beautiful as it is, I don't like this. It's not natural, and not natural seems to get my crew killed." His tail swishes back and forth in an agitated manner.
Well I didn't get a chance to chime in earlier, so here goes. This is one of my favorite campaigns I've ever had on here, but yeah it did need some thought and a re work. I feel like even though we have a great party dynamic, we tend to beat around the bush. I'd say once you get a gameplan, don't be afraid to railroad us a little if we get off track or are sitting around. So far as the references, I like them, and I use such things in my own campaigns, but the trick is to make sure the characters have a point and develop like their own NPC's, not requiring prior knowledge. So far as the Party, we have a fantastic dynamic and we're all pretty good for roleplay and such. We do spend a crapton of time on my ship, which makes it tough sometimes, but I think it's more that not everyone knows how much creative license we can take. Any time I don't have something to do, I just make something up that needs doing. That would be chaos at a table, but here we have time to think it out and GMSCV can improvise around us just fine if we don't go crazy. I'm excited to continue with you all :)
she speaks truf. hopefully they know about the issue and are fixing it. just got to my pc today.
He rolls out of the perch, freefalling until slowing his landing with some rigging at the last second. Landing in front of Gashka, he starts. "I know what you're going to say, love, but yes, I had to. My crew is the best. We work with precise teamwork and we're the fastest crew on the seas for it. But certain things have to be punished harder. He stirred up trouble for weeks, and striking a mate bears a lashing. Even I've paid that one once or twice. He'll live." -Posted with Wayfinder
Tikkle slips out of bed long before Gashka will awake and goes to do his least favorite part of being a captain. As the others awake and emerge, they see the man who'd made the fuss the night before tied to the foremast, ten new stripes on his back. Tikkle is with Jeggs in the crow's nest, sulking a bit. When Chris begins his assigned duty, an Elven officer approaches him. "You're the healer, yes? Captain's orders, you are to see that that man's wounds do not become infected, but you are to be careful not to ease his pain in the least." -Posted with Wayfinder
Tikkle, not really knowing what to do, just holds her as he eats and converses with the other sailors. -Posted with Wayfinder
"Aye, grub it is." -Posted with Wayfinder
Tikkle was busy enjoying Gashka's embrace when Jeggs interrupted. He sighs and continues at the curious look from her. "We broke into his house. He snuck up on me and started hitting me with a pair of sticks." -Posted with Wayfinder
Tikkle was about to answer when a commotion broke out. "I said gimme more you old croon!" cried a sailor at Sticks. The sailor tries to swing a stool at Sticks, but the cook was unnaturally quick. Raising a cooking knife he hits thsailors wrist, deflecting the attack, and stepped in with the knife against the sailor's throat. "Je, si kufanya fujo, Sticks. Mimi itabidi kumfundisha somo lake baadaye." Tikkle says calmly. Sticks shuffles off to the kitchen as men take the loud one to the brig. "I found Sticks a long time ago. Following an old memory, I went looking for someone who knew my father. I finally found the place, only to find it barricaded. Turns out, he had been accused of poisoning some arse and needed a way out. I just hate that what was left of my papas machine was too big to bring. But Sticks has been around ever since, holdin' his own with these rascals." Kittehspeaks:
"Don't make a mess, Sticks. I'll teach him his lesson later." -Posted with Wayfinder
Aww I sorry... ice up! Btw I'm gonna post soon I was just waiting on a question answer :) -Posted with Wayfinder
"Sounds like a plan, love." Tikkle says as he takes her arm and leads her below deck. -Posted with Wayfinder
Thanks Homie. -Posted with Wayfinder
-Posted with Wayfinder
So just out of curiosity, what is everyone looking for on the island? Catnip and Rum Tacos. Is that a thing? Tikkle wants it to be a thing. In all seriousness, and obvious want of something to defeat the Piper aside, Tikkle would love nothing more than a Pegasus Sail. -Posted with Wayfinder
Looking back, he sees Jeggs at the helm. "I think I can walk with you, love."he says calmly. Walking her to the bow, he shows her the reef. "see the strip of white there beneath the waves? During the day that's a pretty colorful reef. Look just out over it there, and if we're lucky... Aha! Dolphins playing just after the sunset inside the reef. See there?" -Posted with Wayfinder
Woo! I have signal in my cabin! I should be able to post most nights at least! :D -Posted with Wayfinder
Tikkle grins. "I knew it was a good idea to let those bards aboard. Sailing with theme music is awesome!" -Posted with Wayfinder
Tikkle ties off the sheet he had pulled and joins the two at the railing, catching the tail of their conversation. "Aye. I didn't really want to either, but we could get caught up in avoiding other ships and lose our window. Brazenly flying the black flag will make merchants steer away and even the port authority will know we mean business. The only bad luck we might have is pirate hunters, and I don't think I have a big enough bounty on my head right now to warrant their attention." He looks around at the crew and adds "And I swear they work harder flying true colors." -Posted with Wayfinder
Well guys. It's that time of year again. I'll be at camp for just over two months starting Wednesday. This is a different camp at which my signal is worse and I'm not sure when my free time is. I'll try not to let a camper smash my phone again, but yaknow. .. I'll let you know as soon as I do about how often I can post, but I'm expecting one small window a day. GMSCV, feel free to move me along if ever I go MIA for long. :D -Posted with Wayfinder
|