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I'm going on orders from tomorrow until the 17th in support of a pretty big event in my state. I have no idea how often I will be able to post while I'm gone (I just found out I was actually going an hour ago. -.-) so Torrin can either fade into the background until I get back or someone can move him around as needed for the week.

I'm sorry for the short notice! Like I mentioned above I only just found out I was -required- to go, meaning someone above me couldn't make it. The joys of leadership!

Torrin didn't like the mood set by the two bickering humans and he leaped in after Dagoliir's observation to divert the discussion further away from the individuals in the room and more towards the -reason- they were there. Taking a sip from his wine glass (a perilous maneuver for someone with a snout instead of a mouth) the copper dragonborn produced his copy of the letter and opened it.

"He says something about terrible events coming to the world and to trust him. While he has certainly gained my trust, I am not quite sure what would change the world. I haven't heard any rumors of anything quite so dire, have any of you?"

Torrin latched onto a familiar face when he entered the private room. He grinned widely, a disconcerting sight on his draconic features, and dropped into an empty chair near Kemek. His slouch was perfect, a practiced blend of casual ease and confidence that he might have practiced in a mirror, as he greeted the room like he wasn't the last one to arrive.

"Torrinaraxis, bard extraordinaire. I know Kemek, who does himself a disservice with his typical stoicism, and I think I recognize the man who gave me escort to Candlekeep when I arrived. As for the rest of you, its good to meet you! I assume we all have a letter about dire tidings from Gorion?"

My posting should speed up over the weekend now that my tests are done with.

Indeed. Yesterday was a surprisingly busy day.

Torrinaraxis had tried not to let Gorion's dismissals upset him as they became more frequent. The man was a scholar and while his interests in the mundane confused him, the Dragonborn felt like the man knew something to help him in his quest. He was sure his mother would like the man too, something that elevated the man even higher in the bard's regard. To have the man so abruptly cut off all contact with him had made the dragonborn do something rare for the confident minstrel; He examined his own actions. Fearful that he had upset the man, Torrinaraxis spent the first half of his day on the 13th in a state of melancholy worthy of one of his own songs... until he got the later.

The dragonborn was a known sight around the library and it hadn't taken the monk long to find the letter's recipient. Torrin practically ripped the letter from the man's hand when he heard who it was from and only just remembered the tome he had balanced in his other hand. The bard ignored the disapproving look he received when he set the tome on top of a small pedestal nearby in favor of the letter, which he hastily opened and scanned its contents with a growing smile.

The letter relieved and excited Torrin and he fled the library as if he didn't have almost eight hours to meet his friend. He practically smelled the adventure in the letter and ignored the small chance that Gorion simply wanted his expertise as a minstrel. Terrible events needed heroes, all the stories said so, and he wanted to be ready.

When Torrin arrived at the Candlekeep Inn he arrived early and milled anxiously in the common area until just before 8th bell. He'd left his pack in his own room but had his lute across his back and his rapier at his hip. Heroes were always prepared for anything after all, the stories said so.

Perception: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (16) + 0 = 16
Didn't see the check posted as I was writing my own post during lunch. Whoops.

Just out of curiosity, where's everyone located? In real life that is. South Carolina here. (It's always intriguing when you find that one person from Greenland =D)

Texas here.

I'm good to go as well. No questions or anything though I'll probably have some along the way.

Dagoliir has essentially lived in Candlekeep his whole life - 98 years. His parents had established a home there when he was born, although Dagoliir spends the majority of his time now in the surrounding woodlands. I'm looking forward to trying the new system!

The only person I would really have taken note of is the wonderful Dragonborn as he came into the city, and offered to escort him.

I just noticed this and I feel like this is definitely what happened. Torren would, of course, graciously accept the escort and possibly pester Dagoliir about the place between bouts of storytelling.

Charge is underwhelming. The best way to understand it is that Charge is an Action. So you can spend your move to get into position for the charge and then you use charge to move half your speed and hit a guy. There's not much more to it than that.

D&D Next's big thing is simplifying math. And here a +1 bonus such as you get in Pathfinder would be a bit much. So now charge is a bit meh. Its only real use is getting a bit more movement with your attack.

Shrugs.

Maybe they'll fix it by the time the game comes out.

Hopefully they add in some feats to balance that out given how much more powerful feats are now. :s

Torrin has been in Candlekeep for about two months, pouring over whatever lore he can to find 'the right quest' or one worth his considerably (in)valuable time. If any character wants to already know him because he is, of course, performing when he gets the chance then feel free to let me know. The singing dragonborn is probably a hard to miss sight if you come across it.

My question was already answered, so I'm good to go!

Vocals dont seem to count as an instrument, only actual instruments do.

Then Torrin is completely done unless someone wants to work out if they've ever run into him before.