Tozur tunes in to the conversation as he nibbles quietly on some chicken, before he wipes the grease off of his fingers with a napkin. "Hopefully something that benefits the world," he murmurs quietly.
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Tozur sticks to Trista as best he can, keeping the hood carefully folded over his head - even though he has met Saul before - though he settles by the table on a heightened chair to fit his small stature. Tozur nods at Trista as the food is served. "Yes," he says, feasting on some of the roasted boar that has been served, "This is fantastic!"
Tozur moves quietly along the unconscious bodies and the guards, up behind Trista. He makes sure the blade is sheathed on his hip, before he looks up. "Of course I'll stay, Trista."
Alexander Kilcoyne: Jeremeziah told me you were running Kingmaker. I was considering starting up a Kingmaker campaign on my own in the near future - but from what I can tell the Kingdom building process is apparently very...tedious. I was wondering, if it isn't too much to ask, could you give me an idea of what the kingdom building consists of?
Tozur watches one of the goons fall before he has a chance to perform any measure of attack - his heart is beating, he didn't have to hurt someone! He leans up against the wall and sheathes his blade, watching everything unfurl...
For future reactionary rolls, feel free to roll for me.
Tozur is panicked as the fight spontaneously emerge, his hand immediately moving for the scimitar sheathed in his belt. He peers at some of the goons that have emerged, and can scarcely see the lady with the panicking crowd - But they won't notice me! I hope... He scoots up against the wall, setting his eyes on one of the goons. I need to save these people...but what if these thugs are the good guys? Drawing his weapon, he moves slowly, trying to keep quiet - yet he is stumbling, afraid of mishaps, his blade accidentally crashes into the wall - I need to be careful...Trista, Marcellus, Dzae, Khun, be save...
Tozur does as Trista bellows - he glances for the nearest wall and then hurries over to it, eyes closed.
Tozur still trails the alleged Cyphermages, trying to ignore the cheers and the loud voices.
Toz peers at Trista as she gets involved in the gambling tournament; it is reluctantly that he begins to follow the alleged Cyphermages, though he is intent on the purpose of the Blot. "Pardon me, coming through, I'm small and insignificant, don't mind me."
I realise just now that it might have come off as an insult or mockery of any of you - I apologise. I was poking fun at myself.
I just wanted to point out that my RP comment in my previous IC-post was meant as a jape at my own RP style for that post.
Tozur sticks close to Trista as she joins the gambling festivities, waving to Saul (who is most like to ignore him underneath that hood) - the man was pleasant, he nodded, having given him the pass to be here. While Trista and his newfound friends all attempt to get richer -or poorer - he listens around all the chatter. There must be somebody else interested in the Blot here! I mean, there's an imp in a cage... this must be that kind of attraction...
Tozur glances at the creature in the cage, tugging at Trista's sleeves as he points. "An imp! An actual imp!" He feels a bit anxious - Riddleport so far fulfills every rumour he has heard of being... different. And open about it. Maybe this is good... When the contract is given to him, he lets out a soft laugh - it almost sounds cruel, a goblin's bark, which he is quick to quench to shift into a warmer chuckle. When Trista offers her concerns he looks up at her. "It isn't real. The wording is too playful. Devils work with innuendo and play with false reassurances." As the gnome unveils the tournament and puts on a performance, he is impressed with the amount of effort given for the tournament.
DM Darkhoof wanted me to inform you all that he will be advancing the plot tonight.
Having had Trista's reassurance that they were, in fact, costumes and not actual Succubi, he permits himself to relax ever so slightly. He tunes in to the conversation as it carries on - and when the elf, or as he proclaimed himself to be, the gnome advances with that angelic language, Tozur raises an eyebrow.
As the crowd moves forward, Tozur is struck dumb by what appears to be the establishment's...bouncers? He tugs on Trista's sleeve. "Succubi! I think they are succubi... or are they elaborate costumes?" He feels a little anxious, having tuned out of the other three men's joking conversation.
Tozur shakes the enormous hand - at least compared to his own - as firmly as he can. Well met. The Blot? I have heard of nothing going by that name. What is it? "You haven't seen the dark cloud looming over Riddleport? Rumours I've caught both here and in Roderic's Cove all refer to it as the Blot and it's been in the sky for three months."
When Tozur overhears the elf and the... mysterious grey-skinned man's gossip of him, he grows disheartened and considers leaving. When Marcellus stands up for him, however, he feels his jaw dropping ever so slightly. He watches the man deliver a firm, almost angry speech, and Tozur is awestruck by the courage it would take to stand up for one of his kind. When he is addressed, he looks up at Trista, at the elf and the ... dwarf?, and at Marcellus. He lifts his hood ever so slightly, so that his face isn't covered in too many layers of cloth - it's easier to breathe too!, and he replies. "I haven't spoken to my kin in nine years - Trista taught me how to read and write and speak after I left my tribe, and for two years I wandered Varisia, until I came to Roderic's Cove. Then the Blot came and I... I'm here because I want to find out what it is and how to stop it. It's queer. It's wrong, it's...bad news." "I... I'm sorry for not shaking your hand, Mr. Marcellus." He looks up at the man and reaches out his own hand this time, clawed and sharp.
Tozur notices the man's twitch and the shudder of panic, and he consequently covers his hood even tighter over his face. I shouldn't have...
Tozur grows speechless when the man so bluntly asks what he is, yet with Trista's encouragement he glances up at her - or he would, if the hood wasn't in the way - and he nods. "If you think so... but only for him." He gestures for the man to bow down slightly, and he pulls up the hood, not completely, but enough to reveal his face: enormous amber eyes look up at the man's face, and his ebon skin seems to mesh into the cloak, but it is unmistakable that he is a goblin. He offers a nervous smile, flashing rows of white teeth, and he makes sure to grab Trista's hand, squeezing a finger or three as tightly as he can.
Tozur is overjoyed when the noble and kind man joins their conversation. "I don't know what I could do as work...though I would help you if I could, Trista!" When the man introduces himself and offers the wine, Toz almost takes back his hood to do the same - yet he doesn't, remembering that his kin is not welcome in the traditional society. But Roderic's Cove didn't mind... maybe I am too cautious? "My name is Tozur, mister Marcellus. Thank you for the offer, but I was never fond of wine."
I have to admit to minor irritation ; the reason my description mentions a hood, and my intro post mentions the hood, is that it's not meant to be blatantly obvious that I'm a goblin.Hey Toz, Like AK, I did not intend to cause a problem. As I said in my post I did note that you were hooded and hiding. I attempted to draw a clear line of attention from turning around due to Marcellus' elbow to noticing Trista's beauty and seeing Toz next to her at the moment the hood slipped open. I would gladly roll perception but to keep things simple I'll just retcon it. I can certainly hold Dzae's suspicion off until later when Toz is truly revealed. The hood slipping off did occur before we went to the Golden Goblin - which I could have specified more clearly. That was my bad. Thank you for retconning, though. I appreciate it.
Toz looks up at Trista's face - or tries to, rather, the hood covering majority of his face - and he feels sad when she cries. Yet when the man offers her his scarf, he is filled with a sense of admiration - a future vision, of who he wants to be! How chivalrous! Would I dare ask his name? Would he tell me? Of course he would, he's a man of honour! He must be! Yet fear overwhelms Toz; he doesn't even manage to get a glimpse of the man's face and he tucks the cloak tighter around his chest and face. The heat is something he has learned to endure, though it is still cause of minor distress. He lightens up when Trista 'admonishes' him for forgetting the stories; he can't quite look up but he knows she's wagging her finger - in a playful way! And when she tells the tale of the Morningstar, he gives her leg another hug. "That was always my favourite story - I'm so glad you remembered!" Anyway, what have you been up to? It would be just like me to go on about Shelyn when I haven't seen an old friend in years! "I lived a year in Galduria and learnt how to harness the power of my veins! Afterwards I went north by the Lampblack river and then west to Roderic's Cove, where I lived until I heard you were coming to Riddleport. And now we're here and we've met and I'm happy!" When Trista draws attention to the stumpy man with dark skin, he shakes his head, keeping his voice a lot quieter than Trista's. "I don't know. I saw someone similar in Roderic's Cove, with ashen skin, but that was a corpse in the water. I was too scared to study it."
I appreciate it..
I have to admit to minor irritation ; the reason my description mentions a hood, and my intro post mentions the hood, is that it's not meant to be blatantly obvious that I'm a goblin.
The rattle of the queue at the Golden Goblin does make Tozur slightly uneasy; the entire city does, in fact! No doubt the Blot is cause for this. Tozur, particularly, found it mesmerising. Not in a good way either, by the chill running down his spine whenever he'd cast his eyes up. Yet he is filled with joy - "I still can't believe I'd stumble into you like this!" He hugged her leg when they met and he hugs her leg again. He had been quick to throw the hood over his face after they crashed, and he had grown a little taller since last they met. He'd managed to conceal the gravelly voice aspect of his goblin heritage after all these years, yet it was easy to fall back on old habits. "And I can't believe you're here because of demons? Or was it devils? I... I can't remember the difference." He feels a little stupid now. And he realises a little too late that he had spoken a fair bit too loudly.
I'm only affected at heavy load or more though and i'm not going to let myself go into it.
Do you at least get paid more?
I concur! Oh, right. I concur! We must save Riddleport!
Will it be alright if I finish up a Bard instead? Hes not going to be caster heavy and should complement the Magus rather than just irritating him. I won't be irritated, don't worry about me.
Tozur Spellfang reporting for duty.
I'd be interested in applying with this character. Bo Skysong, human monk. Lawful good, which for me entails the desire to do good and right, without sacrifices (and not stupidly either). As for character development, I would suggest that she struggles with not caving into the helplessness and hopelessness of not always being able to save everybody and do the right thing, and... I'm not sure what to suggest for the other one, though I am always open to my characters getting thoroughly messed up by way of diseases, losing limbs, emotional trauma, you name it. (though please don't overdo it / make it too permanent (wut)) As for knowing the professor, I went with the Chance Saviour trait from the player's guide. I haven't written a proper background yet, but am dotting this so far. |