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![]() Captain Generica here, representing a build I have wanted to do for an extremely long time, ever since I noticed that the morningstar was a swashbuckler legal weapon! Link to profile!
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![]() RP: Delighted to, my friend! Let me just load it up for you, and if you'd join me on this good man's transport, I'd be most delighted!" It is difficult to tell if Toblacane is truly ensorcelled, or merely trying his best to be friendly, or even if he knows that there was no warehouse. His constantly smiling face made him almost unreadable.
Thank you for your consideration! I'm acting as if Toblacane failed his will save, not that it really matters, and is unaware of the lack of a warehouse. ![]()
![]() RP: Having been cut down a peg, and happy to pay the 4 gold, Toblacane hops down from the barrel, looking altogether all too pleased with himself. "Seamus! I shall remember that name, and find you at Sandport! Have no fear, Toblacane never forgets a favor done, and will always repay his debts!."
Turning over to Magnus the Magnificent, "I find your challenge intriguing old timer! But before I risk ensorcelment, I must inquire as to the nature of the prize!" ![]()
![]() Spoiler: Seemingly puzzled by the lack of acceptance of his offers Toblacane hops up on a barrel, loudly declares to the whole group, "Hello! My name is Toblacane, and I wish to share my newfound good fortune with others! Food, drink, and the fancy carriage is on me, as long as you have a tale to tell, or an ear to listen, cost be dammned!" ![]()
![]() RP: Turning away from Kronk, Toblacane faces Seamus. "Never been to Sandpoint before, never had the chance to go. Love to see the sights though, maybe meet some locals. And seeing as I've recently come into some good fortune and coin for myself, I'd like to share it with likeminded others!" He flashes Seamus a smile. My name is Toblacane Alemardo, a pleasure to make your aquantince." He bows. "What can I get for you, my good man?" ![]()
![]() RP: A man in a battered, but once dashing red outfit saunters up to the caravan. He looks the part of your standard swashbuckler, but for one key difference. Around his waist was not a slender rapier, but a heavy morningstar! He approaches Kronk casually, "Howdy old timer! I hope you don't mind me saying, but you smell delightfully of cheese, and I got a hankering for something good to eat." As if on queue, the man's stomach rumbles, and he laughs goodnaturedly. "I like to get along with the people who know where the good food's at. Let me buy you an apple, and maybe an ale or two, and we can chew the fat. I don't know about this lot with their unicorns and their devils, but I know I'd like to duel a devil myself someday!" |