Tyldric's page

Checking in with my simple human fighter. Stat block in the profile.
Level 2: 1d10 ⇒ 9
Level 3: 1d10 ⇒ 8

"I might remember you. Tyl-Tyldric? Brute of a fighter, even as a child? Give it up. He's gone, don't let a search for revenge twist you. Congratulations, you survived. Now get on with your life. Make it a good one."

Tyldric is caught off guard, but studies Kishta's face closely. Then, with a small shake of his head says,"Sorry, don't remember much but the arena an' His club, can't say I know you." Then, leaning back in his chair,"Yer right though, jus' got carried away. But given a chance..." Tyldric's eyes drift out of focus, clearly lost in his thoughts.

Personally, I didn't reallly consider this to be part of the campaign, more of a prequel to say, like in a TV show where you see flashbacks and see the characters actually had been around each other, and were more connected than you are led to believe at first. Not everyone is interacting with everyone, and after Kishta's berating, most will go their different ways, unless Salsa throws something into the mix. It does kinda open some doors for the forming of the party later though, even if not everyone here comes back (i.e. gets chosen for the group). It also gives small ties so that should one drop out, there are other characters that didn't originally make it that Salsa could shoot of a PM to to see if they are interested. And this will actually be my first PbP if I make the cut, so this is a chance for me to stretch my creative muscles and get used to fleshing out a character in text, which I much appreciate. I'm seeing there are whole levels of nuance you can use to add more levels of detail to the character. /endwalloftext

"Only trouble with Lamm is I can't find the wretched sot. Owe 'im a debt, long since due." Tyldric mutters, clenching and wringing his fists as he stares off into space, remembering past grievances. Snapping back to reality, he looks to the shaved headed woman,"I too was 'one of his own', until he tried to feed me to that beast of his."

Tyldric's amusement vanishes quickly at hearing Lamm's name. Without thinking, he grabs his tankard and approaches the table. Once there he looks around the table, clears his throat, and raises his ale up in a toast," To Lamm's head on a pike." Then, after tapping the tankard to the table, he drains the last of his ale and signals for the the barmaid to bring him another.

Tyldric sips his ale lazily, taking in the sites of the tavern. His eyes wander around the room, pausing as he takes stock on everyone in the room.

What reason could he have for the sack? he ponders idly, watching the the strange little man approach the drunken gnome, before the half elf barmaid enters his line of sight and gains his full attention. Until movement in the corner of his eye draws his focus to a tall woman with a shaved head talking to a man with a hooked nose and a decisively sour expression. Ignoring the conversation, Tyldric's focus is drawn the woman's hand, as it eagerly drifts towards her sword. Is it too much to ask for just to have a quiet drink? he thinks in exasperation, then with a wry smirk, Of course not, where's the fun in that? After repositioning his legs to ensure the table wouldn't prevent him from reacting quickly, he leans back and watches in amusement.

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11

He nods and begins pouring Tyldric's drink after sweeping the coins off the bar and into his increasingly jangling belt pouch. After a minute, a pretty half-elven girl comes over with your drink.

"Is there anything else I can get ye?"

Tyldric shakes his head as he takes his drink. He raises his mug to the half-elf in a small toast and says, "Thanks," tossing her a copper piece as he does. Then he taps the mug on the table before taking a large swallow of ale.

A nondescript man in leather armor with a large sword strapped across his back walks-in. After pausing for a second to scan the room, he approaches the dwarf and tosses a handful of coppers down. "Ale," he grunts, then turns and heads to a table in the corner. As he passes the little guy in a sack he stops, lets out a little laugh and says, "Nice hat," before continuing on.

Gave up on working a story I was comfortable with for an Undead Lord cleric, so went with a basic fighter instead. Currently using a Nodachi if eastern weapons from Ultimate Combat are allowed, will switch to Falchion if not.