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Hey guys. My work's been pretty heavy on the load for the last, well, half a year. Time won't permit me to put the time into Valiana's posts that I believe the game (and the character) deserves. So, thank you for the opportunity to explore the Dying Sea, even if it was for a short while, and I wish you all the best!
Valiana nods. "I'm not getting caught off-guard next time... or, you know, leaping in half-cocked.", she grins, pocketing the potion. "So, this duergar... how long's he been dead?", she frowns, glancing down at the half-eaten body. "Can you guess by the non-eaten bits?"
Cracking her jaw with a brutal sound, the half-orc leaps up with surprising speed. "The biggest risk is overconfidence.", she mutters to nobody in particular, picking up her bag. "Well, embarassing accidents aside, I think we're ready to go.", she nods, once again going into a stride that matches the mounts.
"...ugh...", mutters Valiana, only to see the drow leaning over her with a wand. "Thanks, Ladyship.", she grunts out, feeling over the wounds, turning to fading bruises. "Last time I underestimate anything on the land.", she mutters out. Lamashtu's triple-nippled tits, I was this close to kicking the bucket..., she thinks to herself, sitting upwards slowly.
The bruised, battered and bleeding half-orc grunts out in pain. As the hound roars, she feels darkness fall around her.
Still here - should be back to regular posting by tomorrow night.
Shrugging the spell off, Valiana grins at the gug. "Come on, handsome!", she shouts as she leaps towards the beast's massive maw. rolls/OoC:
Hey, guys! I'm just letting you know I'm going on a holiday for the next couple of weeks. I probably won't be able to post a lot over the first one, but I'll try and keep up, although I might be a bit briefer than usual. Absolutely do bot me if need be, I'd hate to slow the game down. Cheers!
"Down, boy!", Valiana laughs out as the dog crumbles, panting in her feet. Never one to not kick someone who's down, her boot begins trying to crush the beast with its massive heel. Rolls/OoC:
Valiana throws her backpack on the ground, taking a stance in front of the casters. Cracking her knuckles, she urges the giants forwards. "Come on! We don't have all day!", she cheerfully shouts. Rolls/OoC:
"Heh.", grunts Valiana, throwing her backpack back on. "I got all the spells I need right here.", she taps with her boots on the ground, before taking point following A'streth down the tunnel. Carnivorous giants. Well, they should at least be bad at sneaking up on you..., she thinks.
Valiana surprisingly manages to keep up with the geckos and the other mounts, as the thudding of her heavy footsteps follows with a happy tempo. Her massive backpack doesn't appear to slow her down. Heh. Hadn't stretched my legs like that for a loooong time., she thinks as the others stop at the claws. Shoving her backpack onto one shoulder, she looks at the rest. "Shout if you need us to come running.", she grins at the serpentfolk, as three small knifes appear between her fingers. Still pretentiously fanning with her fan, she raises an eyebrow. "Why the hell are there teeth marks on the walls? Those things eat dirt?", she asks confusedly. Now let's see who's into sarcastic explanations. "If they eat dirt, I don't see the problem."
A Tale of Two Captains:
"Trying to spy on my boat, Captain Snarltusk?" he says, with a wink. "Very well, I suppose I have no choice but to play along with your devious ruse! Company accepted." He gestures the way as well for Valiana before turning back to the rest of the room. "North gate in two hours it is! On the way back to the docks he takes some time to question Valiana, prying her for information. "I will likely hear no end to it from Tormhul... 'Ye bringing home stray captains now?'" he says in an exaggerated impression of a duergar. "No doubt I will have to placate him by saying I am either spying on you to learn your tricks, or seducing you! I must admit, not many of your heritage find success down here, what with the prejudices of my kin. You must be quite talented! How did you find yourself wearing that hat, so to speak?"
Valiana laughs out alongside Aramondis, even to the point of giving him a playful (by orcish standards) punch in the shoulder. "Oh, you're a clever one.", she chuckles. And seem to have an over appreciation for your own voice, too. "To be honest.", she says, clearly pondering the words, "I'm currently... landlocked. And I did always feel inspired by the way your kind runs their ships.", she waves away with her fan, still holding tight onto the drow. As she climbs the stairs, she grants the Duergar with a curtsy. Hm. A more colourful crew than most., she notes. "My hat...", she raises an eyebrow, before grinning a pearly, tusked grin. "The hat, I had it made for myself in Telderist. I think it rather suits me. Although I could definitely recommend the tailor.", she grins. Nice try, but not before I figure out what you're up to. "What an interesting name your ship has. And which waters does your brother's wake lead you, Captain?", she asks curiously. Valiana appears at the gates in seemingly no different gear than she was at the Nightrunners' quarters, with the exception of a rather large backpack on her back. "I never did quite pick up how to do, uh, wilderness survival.", she cheerfully shares, shrugging the pack to whoever her companion is. The rustling of the bag indicates it's full of rations, and three large spidersacks full of water shows that she's ready for a long journey. Her belts are seemingly full of sharpened blades, as the half-orc continues fanning her face. "Ugh. Are the tunnels going to be as packed and grimy as the city? Air's so stale in here."
"Only legs I trust are my own.", Valiana replies. And I also can't afford to buy anything at the moment. But, you know. Hurrying along to catch up the Aramondis, she extends her arm forwards. "Mind if I join you?", she asks with a wide smile.
Affixing her hat, Valiana gives a short bow to Master Livrist. "I've got all my stuff.", she says as the newly met party leaves the room. "So... Does anyone know where we're going?", her eyes flash over the tiefling. "You... You said you were working with the tunnels?", she asks, putting a large hand onto the tiefling's shoulder. "So, what are we expecting?"
Valiana's smile wanes as she sees the drow in question walking in, but her surprisingly charming smile appears once more. "Well, now I know it too.", she replies a moment later with a disarmingly apologetic smile, before leaning back on the wall and listening. Black-Tooth seem to have the respect of the Nightrunners. Maybe I should've joined officially - but it's not like there'd be much difference., she thinks, as the situation is described. The surprisingly quick male drow had beaten her to the chase, as she continues listening. Go and find a missing slave. For ten dozen in platinum? That's bound to be one very important information., she quietly considers, her eyes glancing around the room. I see why they've got an agent of the house, too. Honesty's premium here. The half-orc's face appears to be trapped in an expression, slowly turning towards impatience, as her thought continue slightly darker paths. "I agree they're a rare treat, but eating them's just a waste. There's at least five more uses for a human.", Valiana shrugs at the serpentfolk.
Valiana's face looks confused for a moment as the word 'accoutrement' leaves the man's mouth. Huh. If that's what you call it. "It's a hard hat to miss.", she replies a moment later, before taming down the smile to a friendlier and simpler one. "You're not too bad, yourself, either.", she adds, fanning with her fan. Just the right breach of drow tact, I believe. "I'm Captain Valiana Snarltusk of the Ponderous Lightning.", she says in a moment. Which is either sunk or renamed, but, well. Crossing her arms, she leans her back on the wall, her glance glancing over the serpentfolk. "Something big?", she blurts out in a second as an answer to Aramondis. "Is he like a really important person in here?", she asks Miriel, obviously at least knowing who's in charge of the house. Rolls/OoC:
Valiana raises an eyebrow at the drow. I'd ask who does she think he is, but I know exactly what she thinks she is., the half-orc's expression remains slightly confused, as she gives a glinting, tusked smile at the guard. "Thanks, honey.", she replies, nodding down with a curtsy, her crimson silken shirt flowing around. Trotting up the stairs loudly, Valiana makes her way into the office, giving long, impressed looks at the surroundings as she cools herself with her fan, an embossed picture of a golden dragon stretched between the prongs. Well, they're kind of a big deal, aren't they., she ponders, hand playing around with her golden bracelets. And NOT staring at the ornamentation is a bit insulting to the host. Glancing at the enthusiastic and cocky entry by the male drow, Valiana manages to resist the urge to 'accidentally' stretch her foot in the man's boots. A guy pulling that stuff's got to be either competent, or stupid., she ponders, before her eyes glance to his hat. "Nice hat.", she lets out, giving the drow a wink from under her own opulent headwear.
Stretching her arms, Valiana quickly assembles her clothes in a semblance of fashion, before going on a quick (and, thankfully, short) adventure to find her right boot. "Ugh. I'm never playing that drinking game again.", she murmurs to herself as she untangles an earring from her hair, placing it on her pointed ear. Ten minutes in front of the mirror later, she marches downstairs with a wide, shameless grin at the barkeep. "You know you love the business!", she shrugs as she leans on the bar to read her letter. Huh. Nightrunners?, she raises an eyebrow as she bites her lip with her tusk. If there's one thing you can say about the Nightrunners, is that you can't say just one thing about the Nightrunners., she rolls the phrase in her head. Sounds better in my head. And I am dangerously close to bankrupcy., she quickly rationalises. Picking her hat up from the bar, the large half-orc sets out from the gate with an impressive gait, stopping only once she'd reached the Nightrunners' Guild's gate, knocking heavily.
Skill ranks done, and I've cleaned up some things. I did noticed that a couple of my skills were too high or too low, then I remember I was working off of the old Scaled Fist idea. That's been fixed, and skills should be good to go. Removed the excess money, and I think the
Noooo, my jewelry! Noted. I'll have to go for gold, then, I guess, instead of more exotic metals. I'll add the ranks at some point tomorrow, when I get a chance.
Hello! Thanks for choosing me, too. I was wondering whether the disciplined half-orc monk that is only one of those three things isn't too much of an oddball to get accepted. As we have an actual captain with an actual ship, that might prompt me to change my alias name. I still have some time to change it. I'm looking forward to being part of a morally dubious campaign!
Good luck, both to player and GM!
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I think my third trait was Extremely Fashionable, but it might've gotten lost when I was remaking the page. At any rate, if I could take it, I would, if not, I'd lose the drawback, even if it is in character. Alternate Racial Abilities:
Which leaves me with just the Darkvision and counting as both Orc and Human.
EDIT:: I actually had a faulty URL in my character sheet, which hid all the class and racial abilities - it's fixed now.
Here's the re-worked version of the captain. I've also added a story for arriving into Telderist. |
