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"Aye, something sweet might just do the trick. Cinnamon and honey sound like they might bring this interesting drink at least past salvageable." Searching around for something the cut the bitterness of the black liquor, he reflects on the festivities, "I appreciate the advice, both of you." "While a bit extravagant, I do think a distraction here and there is good to remind everyone for what they are fighting." Letting out a sigh, he drinks his slightly sweetened and much more palatable coffee. "Battles with demons doesn't always reveal the good side of everyone, can be easy to forget what innocence feels like." "Oh and I am Tristan, ward of Uthyr. I realize that it was rude of me not to introduce myself. Been on the road with only myself to keep me company for just a little bit too long."
While my application is complete, want to point out that I am still very much interested. Eager to have a chance to take part in an group, based on some of the role play in the discussion!
To the one who had replied to him, Tristan turned and flashed a grin. "Aye, but just yesterday I heard some his priests complain' about how temple attendance has been down as of recent. Seems to me a mass outbreak of worship is just what the Lucky Drunk needs." Looking around at the crowds and seeing the weariness that hid behind the jubilation of the festival, his grin turned down slightly. "In fact, it looks like just about the whole city could benefit from requiring a brief prayer to Cayden Cailean. Only the gods know exactly what everyone in this outpost on the edge of forsaken territory." Sneaking a peek at the black liquid in the cup of the half-elf accompanied by the little leafling, the ranger cast a look of doubt towards the group. "I have only heard of this coffee before, it is not too prevalent in the neck of the woods I patrolled and only the merchants could hope to afford it when I was knee-high." Giving a coin to the... barista, or so the barkeep was apparently called, he motioned for one of the same. Taking the proffered cup, he raised it tentatively to his mouth and took a small sip. "Not..." he coughed slightly as he swallowed, "Horrible, I guess?" "I suppose it must be an acquired taste?" Taking one more sip, he set the cup gingerly down on the table. "Well, no time like the present to learn."
Shaking out his cloak one last time before placing it around his shoulder, Tristan reflected on the how good it felt to be free from the dust of the road. However fleeting that feeling always is, that feeling of being fresh does put a spring in one's step. Though the explosions of color that were going up around him and the smiles on the faces of everyone in the city also helped raise his own mood. Throwing down a coin on the table of the cafe, he grabbed a mug and raised it along with the exuberant drinker. "If we toast to the good health and beauty of all who are here, there might not be many able to fully appreciate the sunrise tomorrow morning!" After taking a solid swig of the refreshing nectar, the thinly built man wiped off the foam from his mouth with the back of his sleeve before giving a slight hint of a smile. "Not that the prospect of a night too good to remember is a downside." Looking around at the... interesting collection of men, women and others around him, Tristan found himself wondering how many were likely just like him. A visitor to this fair city and yet already so eager to call it home. Shaking his head slowly, he thought about the fact that while some might be coming to Kenabres for similar goals, none were likely to understand his anger and his shame. "I count myself lucky to have arrived just days before this grand celebration. "Anyone who has been here for some time have any hints as to where best to spend some coin?"
Mechanics:
Tristan Uthyr
Male Human Ranger LN Medium Human Init+4 Senses- Perception +6 Speed 30ft -------------------- Defense -------------------- AC 17 Touch 14 Flat 13 HP 12 Fort +3 Ref +6 Will +2 -------------------- Offense -------------------- Melee Greatsword +3 Atk, 2d6+3 Dmg, 19-20/x2, S Ranged Longbow +5 Atk (+6 w/i 30ft), 1d8 Dmg (1d8+1 w/i 30ft), x3, P Ammunition Arrows x60 -------------------- Statistics STR 14 DEX 18 CON 12 INT 10 WIS 14 CHA 8 BAB +1 CMB +3 CMD 17 Feats - Point Blank Shot, Precise Shot Languages - Common, Elven -------------------- Traits -------------------- Stolen Fury - You were forced to take part in a demonic ritual as a youth after having been captured by cultists. Whatever the ritual’s purpose may have been, it didn’t work out the way your captors envisioned—rather than corrupting your soul, you absorbed the ritual’s energy and made it your own before you escaped to safety. Ever since, you’ve been haunted by strange nightmares about the ritual, and have long felt that the energies it bathed you in have changed you. Recently, those energies have changed— it’s as if you’ve finally managed to come to terms with your past and have turned the ritual’s aftereffects to your advantage, following the old adage of what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. You’ve been unable to learn more about the ritual or what it was for, but the question lingers in the back of your head to this day. This nagging has instilled in you a fury against demonkind. Today, when you face demons in combat, those energies bolster your fury, granting you a +2 trait bonus on all combat maneuver checks against demons. Associated Mythic Path: Champion. Multiple Characters: You and any other PC who takes this trait were all part of the same ritual, and it was only by working together that you managed to escape—further, the support of your fellow ritual survivors has played a key role in your coming to terms with it, and you retain a close bond of friendship (or perhaps a friendly rivalry) to this day. Vagabond Child - You grew up among the outcasts and outlaws of your society, learning to forage and survive in an urban environment. Choose: Disable Device, Escape Artist, or Sleight of Hand. You gain a +1 bonus on that skill, and it becomes a class skill.
+7/Lvl (+6 Class, +1 Human)
Greatsword, longbow, arrows x60
Background and Personality:
-------------------- Background -------------------- Looking back, it was the turning point of his life. Everything leading up to that point was slowly spinning downwards, leading to a life that was out of control. A streetrat who was pinching coppers from gutters and purses just to meet dues. But when he got caught trying to break into the newest merchant's shop, his life was quickly on the fast track to suffering. Sold several times from master to master, Tristan finally ended up in a sticky situation. For his last master was a demonic cultist that looked at him like he was fodder. Strange rituals soon followed that caused great pain and subjected him to the whims of many demons. It was a patrolling warden that freed him, having been on the trail of this cell of cultists for several months. Brudgar Uthyr was his name and he took young Tristan under his tutelage, training him in the ways of protector of the woods. But memories of the rituals he was subjected to never quite left him and haunted his dreams. While his adopted father hoped that Tristan would take over patrol of the deep forest, something else has become Tristan's goal. Instead he heads for Kenabres, to join the Crusades into the Worldwound. While the nightmares will never fully leave him, he hopes his pledge to the Crusades can save others from having to be subjected to the pains of demons.
Trying to forget his unruly youth that led to his capture, Tristan now strives to be a man upon whom can be depended. He is more than willing to follow orders and will defer to someone who steps up to take charge if they practice logical decision making. With his talents being more along the lines of scouting, he is practiced at being quiet; though as he becomes more comfortable with someone his sense of slightly macabre humor begins to show. Finding the facts so he can make informed decisions is paramount for him. While not the most comfortable with lies, if they aid in discovering the truth he is willing to play along. Writing Style: "I assure you, I understand completely." The smile played across his face, distorted slightly by the scar that went from his chin to just below his cheekbone. It was hard to keep the smile feeling genuine, but past experiences had taught him that it would only seem real if it was real for him. You despicable bastard, I am going to enjoy hunting you down once I confirm your crimes. Hunting was always a reason to smile and he seized upon that feeling to reinforce the validity of his grin.
"I just need to know exactly how many wagons should be.... overlooked." Tristan paused just enough so that the man across the table leaned in just a little bit more, though the rank stink of the slaver almost made him gag. "Tariffs from the pass are profitable after all and it will take quite a bit of convincing from my end to get the outpost to ignore even a couple carts worth of cargo." He had been shadowing the man for several weeks now and was fairly certain that the cargo was the half-orc youth that had been unaccounted for in the aftermath of the butchery two months ago. But before justice could be handed out, he wanted to be certain he had the right man. All was that was needed now was a slip of the tongue. "But of course!" The voice of the slaver grated in his ears, as rough as his greased hair was not. "I will only have two carts full, it would have been more but green blood are so tough to manage." There it was, the slip he had been for which he had been hoping. Get them liquored up and even best will reveal the slime that is within them. Now the hunt could begin, though he needed the man to run. Killing the man now would not save the half-orcs, he would have to track the slaver to his hideout. Reaching to his belt, he brought out a narrow wooden tube and handed it across the table. "Then it is arranged, this is the token that has been evading your grasp." Standing from the table, he turned to leave the smile still etched on his face. As he reached the door of the hut, he spoke the next words with just the faintest breath of air so that the scum would have to strain to hear him. "The justice that has evaded so many of your kind." The man would run, he would know what the red shafted arrow within the tube meant death. It was common knowledge within the region of the wardens. But Tristan did hope that the man was as greedy as he thought he was, because then there would be no way that the slaver would abandon his goods in his flight. The hunt had begun....
Character Mechanics:
Tristan Uthyr
Male Human Ranger LN Medium Human Init+4 Senses- Perception +6 Speed 30ft -------------------- Defense -------------------- AC 17 Touch 14 Flat 13 HP 12 Fort +3 Ref +6 Will +2 -------------------- Offense -------------------- Melee Greatsword +3 Atk, 2d6+3 Dmg, 19-20/x2, S Ranged Longbow +5 Atk (+6 w/i 30ft), 1d8 Dmg (1d8+1 w/i 30ft), x3, P Ammunition Arrows x60 -------------------- Statistics STR 14 DEX 18 CON 12 INT 10 WIS 14 CHA 8 BAB +1 CMB +3 CMD 17 Feats - Point Blank Shot, Precise Shot Languages - Common, Elven -------------------- Traits -------------------- Stolen Fury - You were forced to take part in a demonic ritual as a youth after having been captured by cultists. Whatever the ritual’s purpose may have been, it didn’t work out the way your captors envisioned—rather than corrupting your soul, you absorbed the ritual’s energy and made it your own before you escaped to safety. Ever since, you’ve been haunted by strange nightmares about the ritual, and have long felt that the energies it bathed you in have changed you. Recently, those energies have changed— it’s as if you’ve finally managed to come to terms with your past and have turned the ritual’s aftereffects to your advantage, following the old adage of what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. You’ve been unable to learn more about the ritual or what it was for, but the question lingers in the back of your head to this day. This nagging has instilled in you a fury against demonkind. Today, when you face demons in combat, those energies bolster your fury, granting you a +2 trait bonus on all combat maneuver checks against demons. Associated Mythic Path: Champion. Multiple Characters: You and any other PC who takes this trait were all part of the same ritual, and it was only by working together that you managed to escape—further, the support of your fellow ritual survivors has played a key role in your coming to terms with it, and you retain a close bond of friendship (or perhaps a friendly rivalry) to this day. Vagabond Child - You grew up among the outcasts and outlaws of your society, learning to forage and survive in an urban environment. Choose: Disable Device, Escape Artist, or Sleight of Hand. You gain a +1 bonus on that skill, and it becomes a class skill.
+7/Lvl (+6 Class, +1 Human)
Greatsword, longbow, arrows x60
Background and Personality:
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Background -------------------- Looking back, it was the turning point of his life. Everything leading up to that point was slowly spinning downwards, leading to a life that was out of control. A streetrat who was pinching coppers from gutters and purses just to meet dues. But when he got caught trying to break into the newest merchant's shop, his life was quickly on the fast track to suffering. Sold several times from master to master, Tristan finally ended up in a sticky situation. For his last master was a demonic cultist that looked at him like he was fodder. Strange rituals soon followed that caused great pain and subjected him to the whims of many demons. It was a patrolling warden that freed him, having been on the trail of this cell of cultists for several months. Brudgar Uthyr was his name and he took young Tristan under his tutelage, training him in the ways of protector of the woods. But memories of the rituals he was subjected to never quite left him and haunted his dreams. While his adopted father hoped that Tristan would take over patrol of the deep forest, something else has become Tristan's goal. Instead he heads for Kenabres, to join the Crusades into the Worldwound. While the nightmares will never fully leave him, he hopes his pledge to the Crusades can save others from having to be subjected to the pains of demons.
Trying to forget his unruly youth that led to his capture, Tristan now strives to be a man upon whom can be depended. He is more than willing to follow orders and will to someone who steps up to take charge. With his talents being more along the lines of scouting, he is practiced at being quiet; though as he becomes more comfortable with someone his sense of slightly macabre humor begins to show. Finding the facts so he can make informed decisions is paramount for him. While not the most comfortable with lies, if they aid in discovering the truth he is willing to play along. Writing Style: "I assure you, I understand completely." The smile played across his face, distorted slightly by the scar that went from his chin to just below his cheekbone. It was hard to keep the smile feeling genuine, but past experiences had taught him that it would only seem real if it was real for him. You despicable bastard, I am going to enjoy hunting you down once I confirm your crimes. Hunting was always a reason to smile and he seized upon that feeling to reinforce the validity of his grin. "I just need to know exactly how many wagons should be.... overlooked." Tristan paused just enough so that the man across the table leaned in just a little bit more, though the rank stink of the slaver almost made him gag. "Tariffs from the pass are profitable after all and it will take quite a bit of convincing from my end to get the outpost to ignore even a couple carts worth of cargo." He had been shadowing the man for several weeks now and was fairly certain that the cargo was the half-orc youth that had been unaccounted for in the aftermath of the butchery two months ago. But before justice could be handed out, he wanted to be certain he had the right man. All was that was needed now was a slip of the tongue. "But of course!" The voice of the slaver grated in his ears, as rough as his greased hair was not. "I will only have two carts full, it would have been more but green blood are so tough to manage." There it was, the slip he had been for which he had been hoping. Get them liquored up and even best will reveal the slime that is within them. Now the hunt could begin, though he needed the man to run. Killing the man now would not save the half-orcs, he would have to track the slaver to his hideout. Reaching to his belt, he brought out a narrow wooden tube and handed it across the table. "Then it is arranged, this is the token that has been evading your grasp." Standing from the table, he turned to leave the smile still etched on his face. As he reached the door of the hut, he spoke the next words with just the faintest breath of air so that the scum would have to strain to hear him. "The justice that has evaded so many of your kind." The man would run, he would know what the red shafted arrow within the tube meant death. It was common knowledge within the region of the wardens. But Tristan did hope that the man was as greedy as he thought he was, because then there would be no way that the slaver would abandon his goods in his flight. The hunt had begun....
Mechanics:
Tristan Uthyr
Male Human Ranger LN Medium Human Init+4 Senses- Perception +6 Speed 30ft -------------------- Defense -------------------- AC 17 Touch 14 Flat 13 HP 13 Fort +4 Ref +6 Will +2 -------------------- Offense -------------------- Melee Greatsword +3 Atk, 2d6+3 Dmg, 19-20/x2, S Ranged Longbow +3 Atk, 1d8 Dmg, x3, P Ammunition Arrows x60 -------------------- Statistics STR 14 DEX 18 CON 14 INT 12 WIS 14 CHA 8 BAB +1 CMB +3 CMD 17 Feats - Point Blank Shot, Precise Shot Languages - Common, Elven -------------------- Traits -------------------- Stolen Fury - You were forced to take part in a demonic ritual as a youth after having been captured by cultists. Whatever the ritual’s purpose may have been, it didn’t work out the way your captors envisioned—rather than corrupting your soul, you absorbed the ritual’s energy and made it your own before you escaped to safety. Ever since, you’ve been haunted by strange nightmares about the ritual, and have long felt that the energies it bathed you in have changed you. Recently, those energies have changed— it’s as if you’ve finally managed to come to terms with your past and have turned the ritual’s aftereffects to your advantage, following the old adage of what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. You’ve been unable to learn more about the ritual or what it was for, but the question lingers in the back of your head to this day. This nagging has instilled in you a fury against demonkind. Today, when you face demons in combat, those energies bolster your fury, granting you a +2 trait bonus on all combat maneuver checks against demons. Associated Mythic Path: Champion. Multiple Characters: You and any other PC who takes this trait were all part of the same ritual, and it was only by working together that you managed to escape—further, the support of your fellow ritual survivors has played a key role in your coming to terms with it, and you retain a close bond of friendship (or perhaps a friendly rivalry) to this day. Vagabond Child - You grew up among the outcasts and outlaws of your society, learning to forage and survive in an urban environment. Choose: Disable Device, Escape Artist, or Sleight of Hand. You gain a +1 bonus on that skill, and it becomes a class skill.
+8/Lvl (+6 Class, +1 Int, +1 Human)
Greatsword, longbow, arrows x60
Background and Personality:
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Background -------------------- Looking back, it was the turning point of his life. Everything leading up to that point was slowly spinning downwards, leading to a life that was out of control. A streetrat who was pinching coppers from gutters and purses just to meet dues. But when he got caught trying to break into the newest merchant's shop, his life was quickly on the fast track to suffering. Sold several times from master to master, Tristan finally ended up in a sticky situation. For his last master was a demonic cultist that looked at him like he was fodder. Strange rituals soon followed that caused great pain and subjected him to the whims of many demons. It was a patrolling warden that freed him, having been on the trail of this cell of cultists for several months. Brudgar Uthyr was his name and he took young Tristan under his tutelage, training him in the ways of protector of the woods. But memories of the rituals he was subjected to never quite left him and haunted his dreams. While his adopted father hoped that Tristan would take over patrol of the deep forest, something else has become Tristan's goal. Instead he heads for Kenabres, to join the Crusades into the Worldwound. While the nightmares will never fully leave him, he hopes his pledge to the Crusades can save others from having to be subjected to the pains of demons.
Trying to forget his unruly youth that led to his capture, Tristan now strives to be a man upon whom can be depended. He is more than willing to follow orders and will to someone who steps up to take charge. With his talents being more along the lines of scouting, he is practiced at being quiet; though as he becomes more comfortable with someone his sense of slightly macabre humor begins to show. Finding the facts so he can make informed decisions is paramount for him. While not the most comfortable with lies, if they aid in discovering the truth he is willing to play along. Writing Sample: "I assure you, I understand completely." The smile played across his face, distorted slightly by the scar that went from his chin to just below his cheekbone. It was hard to keep the smile feeling genuine, but past experiences had taught him that it would only seem real if it was real for him. You despicable bastard, I am going to enjoy hunting you down once I confirm your crimes. Hunting was always a reason to smile and he seized upon that feeling to reinforce the validity of his grin.
"I just need to know exactly how many wagons should be.... overlooked." Tristan paused just enough so that the man across the table leaned in just a little bit more, though the rank stink of the slaver almost made him gag. "Tariffs from the pass are profitable after all and it will take quite a bit of convincing from my end to get the outpost to ignore even a couple carts worth of cargo." He had been shadowing the man for several weeks now and was fairly certain that the cargo was the half-orc youth that had been unaccounted for in the aftermath of the butchery two months ago. But before justice could be handed out, he wanted to be certain he had the right man. All was that was needed now was a slip of the tongue. "But of course!" The voice of the slaver grated in his ears, as rough as his greased hair was not. "I will only have two carts full, it would have been more but green blood are so tough to manage." There it was, the slip he had been for which he had been hoping. Get them liquored up and even best will reveal the slime that is within them. Now the hunt could begin, though he needed the man to run. Tristan still had no leads on where the man was keeping his goods. Reaching to his belt, he brought out a narrow wooden tube and handed it across the table. "Then it is arranged, this is the token that has been evading your grasp." Standing from the table, he turned to leave the smile still etched on his face. As he reached the door of the hut, he spoke the next words with just the faintest breath of air so that the scum would have to strain to hear him. "The justice that has evaded so many of your kind." The man would run, he would know what the red shafted arrow within the tube meant. But Tristan did hope that the man was as greedy as he thought he was, because then there would be no way that the slaver would abandon his goods in his flight. The hunt had begun.... |