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Sorry to see you go Redelia. I'm sorry I haven't been posting much lately. I'm at a sports training event in Vietnam this week. Spotty internet and long tiring days kind of saps the motivation to post. And like you, I'm not much of a fan of this Second Edition. I appreciate the fact that they're giving the community a chance to test it, but I really prefer 1e and SF.
Tsvy grins at Miss Joli. "The only one I'm any good with," he answers while holding forth his greatsword for whatever she has in mind. Shoot, that didn't come out right. Once she's done, he steps around to the front of the group. "These damn Barbers better hope they don't make me angry."
As the others stand to leave, Tsvy sighs heavily, disappointed that he's not getting a haircut. He laconically leverages himself out of the chair, grabs his sword, and follows the others bringing up the rear again. This time, though he's not covering their tracks but rather being watchful and covering their rears.
Tsvy notices Miss Joli smiling, but...
completely misreads the situation. Huh, maybe she likes me. Distracted by Joli's enigmatic smile, he also fails to catch any nuances in the the interactions between the barber and Snips.
Tsvy props his greatsword between two chairs and moves to catch the eye of the barber. "Next," he says simply before returning to sit by his sword. "Eh, I needed a trim anyways," he remarks to his colleagues.
Tsvy remains quiet as Valsin speaks, then listens to the questions of the more intelligent members of the team. Without anything else to add, he keeps his mouth shut and waits for Captain Valsin's answers.
I've updated Tsvy. The only thing I could find that specifically applied was that they changed Barbarian skills from having (3 + Int) trained to now having Athletics and (4 + Int) trained. Ready when you are.
Doubly angry at having been blasted and then missing with his swing, but pleased that his colleagues have done so well, Tsvy trudges thru the sewage and past the little kobold. His sword still crackles with electricity as he brings it down in a mighty overhead arc before reversing the swing into an awkward upper cut chop.
Tsvy looks back at Arykir as the arrow whizzes past and ends the first kobold to turn the corner. "Nice. Thanks." Then the magic pellets slam into him. He grunts in pain, but all it does is make him... angry. Tsvy steps forward along the walkway, then drops down into the canal. As he does so, the edge of his sword begins to crackle with golden electricity and his short black hair stands on end as if full of static. He looks the kobold leader in the eye.
Bored. Still bored. No one's gonna be able to follow us through the muck of this stupid sewer anyway. At least Miss Joli's .... The realization that everyone is prepping for combat jolts Tsvy from his reverie. He draws his greatsword and moves forward around the corner of the tunnel intending to get into the front line of the fight. He hunkers down slightly along the wall of the tunnel, careful to keep his feet on the ledge and not give away his presence with a man-sized splash. The green and gray ooze of the tunnel walls begins to seep through the stitches in his hide armor. No amount of bathing is gonna get this out. Oh well....
Tsvy listens as the others work on the trap, but he keeps his distance from them, just in case. And he keeps his focus behind them. Just in case, also. When Exterimuntilia calls it clear, he resumes his duty covering their tracks as they move forward. Sounds to me like kobolds are pretty sneaky with all this trap stuff. Don't want 'em sneakin' up on us.
Tsvy follows the others, hoping that they'll notice and disable the traps. It isn't cowardice. It's letting the ones good at this stuff do what they're good at. Meanwhile, he attempts to cover their tracks in case their being followed by ... who knows what.
Tsvy chuckles at some of Fazgyn's descriptions. He likes this little one's style, and he's impressed by what Fazgyn knows about the hazards. "What's wrong with hittin' 'em? Always works for me," he says with a low laugh. "Right, Mal?"
Tsvy dips his head toward their host when Mal introduces them. "Tsvy is correct," he states once Mal gets it right.
For those curious, I based the name off the German word for "two" in honor of Pathfinder 2e. Changed the transliteration, but should be pronounced the same though and rhymes with sky or shy.
The big man absentmindedly runs the fingers of his left hand through his black hair as if trying to comb it. Not self-consciously, but subconsciously. "I'm Tsvy," he says hoping someone hears his deep voice. Tuk, Mal, 322, the bard. And Miss Joli. Got it. Hang on. Maybe I don't. Lessee. Mal, the bard, 322, and, and, and.... Tuk! And Miss Joli. Now I got it.
Tsvy shoulders his greatsword to keep it out of the muck of the sewers, and isn't too keen on the smell either. "I'm a little confused," he begins, self-conscious among all the very smart folk here. "One of your allies wandered off? Who was that, and what's the deal with him? Er, her? Them....?" Shut up stupid!
The broad-shouldered man in hides shrugs once it's decided. "I wouldn't'a picked the sewers, either, miss. But a bath afterwards isn't a bad idea," he says with a sniff of his armpit. "'Specially if we gotta go see the Captain at some point."
Here's my shot at a barbarian. If y'all wouldn't mind looking him over to see if I missed anything, I'd appreciate it. I used Hero Lab Online for character generation, but given that they just released all this, it's unsurprising that there's a few bugs still. -Nomadical |