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Salty and all the players, I apologize profusely, but I'm going to bow out of this game. My work schedule has increased tremendously this summer with no signs of slowing up anytime soon. I don't feel I can give much attention to this game, nor be committed to the time required to get through this entire adventure path. I'd rather someone that can post more regularly get the opportunity. So sorry.
Vallenjos charges one of the birds with a powerful swing of his axe.
Vallenjos peers down at the reptilian creatures.
Vallenjos turns to Raineth, "I certainly would welcome such a transmutation. I would prefer the enemy focusing on me rather than looking toward you or our other new friends."
"We came ON a boat, but alas we don't have it anymore! Haha. Greetings, Ishirou. I am Vallenjos." The warrior extends an open hand to great Ishirou.
"Thank you, Kasia. Since you are low on spells and Lorma is seriously injured, I'd agree that it is best that we head back to your camp and recover before we explore more."
"They're so small... I'll get him this time!"
"Damn, rats!"
Vallenjos, undeterred by the rat's vicious ankle bite, raises his axe above his head and brings it down with all of his might.
Vallenjos grunts in agony and raises his greataxe to strike down the vile creature!
"If we are to explore more of this island, mind if I take point? It would make me more, um... relaxed knowing that I would be in peril before the, um... the ladies," Vallenjos stammers as he hustles past the elves. Keeping a vigilant eye on the undergrowth, Vallenjos does his best to listen and comprehend the ample rabblings of the elder race. More than once, however, he looks over his shoulder at Kasia until finally, "Your garments reveal much about... um, I mean to say, you're a cleric aren't you?'
There is safety in numbers... If you'll have us, we would surely join you. And if the cannibals come back, as I'm sure they will, my axe will be ready for them. Vallenjos studies his new aquaintances intently, sizing up their strengths. Resting the greataxe over his shoulder, he extends a hand and approaches.
We have been shipwrecked as well... for how long? I couldn't tell you. The days have started to run together... pardon my hesitation. We haven't met any, uh, friendlies, since we've been here. I am Vallenjos, a devout servant of Abadar... Thank you for your assistance. Vallenjos wipes the blood from his axe and bows his head in acknowledgement.
Vallenjos keeps his axe at the ready as he studies the approaching group.
Vallenjos raises his greataxe abcve his head and swings it down upon the savage.
Added my token to the maps.
Greetings and Salutations. And thank you for the invitation!
Withdrawing my application. Thank you.
This is Linamie'lu... I'll be switching my submission to this character as I believe he is more suitable to your needs. He was build for another campaign submission so I might need to adjust him a bit, but he is a 20-point built Human Fighter. I also may need to adjust his gear. I'll clean him up asap.
Helludarr here... may I present Vallenjos for submission. His Story:
Vallenjos is a massive man with a booming laugh and a welcome hug for his friends. But, before his enemies he is without fear, without hesitation and without mercy.
Vallenjos grew up on a farm not far from Absalom. His extended family, consisting on nearly two score of farmers, was humble and generous to all that passed under their roofs. His father taught him early that the law is absolute and will protect you... "just as you should protect those put in your care," his mother would add. "Be mindful of your surroundings," his father would tell him. "From which direction the crow that eats the corn or the coyote that takes the hens will come, you will never know. Stay alert and stay safe." Word spread accross the countryside of Vallenjos' prowess when he was still a boy. Not long after coming of age at 14, Vallenjos awoke one night to the sounds of commotion coming from the stable. Grabbing his father's axe, he was the first to arrive and find one of the draft horses felled by a huge black wolf. The wolf leapt at him, but Vallenjos did not panic. He felt stangely calm. He shifted to the left allowing the wolf to pass him on the right while clawing his face. Vallenjos swung the axe as the wolf landed, burying it deep into its back and severing its spine. From that moment, his father knew that Vallenjos was destined for more than being a farmer. He sought weapons training for the boy with the local militia; vocational study with priests of Abadar; and continued to push the concepts of hard work, service over self, and loyalty. Scraping together much of the families wealth, they sent Vallenjos, at the age of 19, to find his way in the world. Description:
Vallenjos wears a breastplate smithed by his uncle adorned with the fur of the black wolf Vallenjos killed as a young boy. His size is only surpassed by his haughty laugh. His long, blonde hair is secured in a ponytail with a leather thong, and his green eyes can be inviting one moment and threatening the next. The great axe he wields is adorned with his family crest and has been passed down for several generations. Personality:
Vallenjos values honor in all things, loyalty amongst friends, self-sacrifice and obedience to the law. He is quick to have a good time with friends. But will act as judge, jury and executioner, without hesitation, if he feels it is appropriate. Crunch: Just starting the basics will update as rules for the build are provided.
Fighter 1 | LG | Str 18
Feats: Power Attack, Cleave, Combat Reflexes Breastplate
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