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(I don't always do character portraits, but in this instance my inspiration for her came from this image) Cool! I love that photo! I can definately see that character come to life! I found a few for Varloo...
Another one I forgot to ask? Hero Points? Or no? Feel free to check any of my current or old posts out. I have extensive characters in many games, current and defunct as well.
Varloo is now close to being finished. I'm too tired to see what's missing other than his Hit Points.
Should we assume 7th level GP starting?
He'sDeadJim here. I'm going to offer up Varloo Grimtide. He's going to be (Once I'm done with him):
Background idea: He appears to be Tien in origin, and has come to the island as a spy for the Hurricane King of the Shackles.
Dang it! Varloo was going to be so much fun to play. OK, I understand GM. Please take care. I will see you in 2 of our other games hopefully!
Varloo guides the dinghy with one hand as the others row, but he seems to have been distracted by something in his ear. Right now he's trying to dig it out with the pinky of his free hand...
Yippee! That's 3 for 3! Thanks a bunch!
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Varloo nods, agreeing with Harul, while trying to stay in character. "No use expendin' lives you might need later. Let us check it out and, and if we have to run, we can take out landin' skiff and sail it up the coast easily and safely enough." He then turns to the ship's captain. "Looks like a shore party heading in. Point out which skiff we takin and lend me a hand or two to get her seaworthy. Maybe we can throw in a day's worth of water and food too? Just in case? The colony's could be fouled or we could be delayed getting back to you somehow."
Varloo raises an eyebrow and nods, following Avandth with the others. He quickly notes that many of his fellow Pathfinders are here too. This is obviously a time to be silent and listen.
Varloo saunters up with a sailor's swagger, his manner deferential and kind and he offers a toast with his mead mug. "Master Avandth! Good'n eve to you and yours! May our journey be swift, our drink cool, and our new land free of dragons!" He then acts a bit contrite. "I always fear making a toast like that may seem like a challenge to the gods to smite me and mine, but I prefer to think the gods're no too concerned with toasts as they are with prayers. So...what say you? Is our journey's destination to be feared? Interesting? Boring? Hot? Breezy? Rainy? Little information has been let out about the colony, understandably of course. However, as 'ficial select-ees, can we yet hear about such things sooner than later?" He then elbows her mildly and winks. "I heard an ugly rumor the other day that the colony plans to try and grow Pesh on this new land of our'n!"
Smiling at his successful deception, Varloo easily follows the crowds heading for the Inn. Seeing some of his group spread among the other recruits, Varloo quickly feels a little invigorated, which causes him concern suddenly. Why? Could I actually be looking forward to this voyage? Could Torch have been correct in his assumptions? Maybe I do need this more than I thought...or maybe I'm just coming down with Deepshark Gillfever? Varloo sighs at the thoughts, but can't help smiling his naturally oversized grin as he approached his destination. Waiting his turn, Varloo finally enters the Inn, and moves to the counter while ignoring the obvious guards nearby. He speaks to the overwhelmed and tired looking Inn personnel and tries to keep his encounter with them short and sweet. "Smedrik: He sent me."
"Heh! Nope. I wish! Oh...wait...you don't want Pathfinders? Do you? So that means I'm perfect for your business! Right?"
Adventure awaits! =)
Trying to exude confidence, Varloo nods and removes his hat respectfully as he sits. "Greetings to you too Sir. Well, I'm your golden boy! I'm not only a born sailor, but my life has led me to visit many a land. I've worked for the 'Torch' of Absolom for the last few years, so I've learned how to deal and work with people whom I might not always like."
"So little lady...what brings you to such a suck-y point in your life? Wanna suck with me...?"
HUZZAH! There is much rejoicing!
I can't wait to dive into this AP and get to the Island. =)
Varloo takes his hat off and rubs his bald head. "Great. More interviews right? We should split up, arriving as a group would be suspicious." Without waving to the others, Varloo quickly moves off in a splinter direction hoping to get on board the target ship as soon as possible!
Work...work...work...
I've got Infernal. Does that work?
Awesome! Adding it to my Character now.
Nodding in relief at the solid looking ship as he steps on board, Varloo easily feels his sea legs kick in. He moves to one of the crewmen nearest. "Got to admire a ship captain who knows what they are doing. If I can aid on the journey, just let me know?" Not knowing if the Tian shipmate understood him, Varloo shrugs and steps away towards the ship's hold, expecting a hammock at best.
A Cloak of the Hedge Wizard (Abjuration) does Resistance (at will) and Endure Elements (once per day). It also does a 'Shield' spell once per day, but that's not druid oriented. A Bag of Tricks (any) could be disguised as a animal summoning. Druids are usually experts on healing: Healer’s Gloves would help with Heal checks.
Huh. Good catch, Sharaya. I’ll go with those instead Ask for both. That way if they can't find one, they might be able to find the other one.
Varloo looks askance at Sharaya, raising an eyebrow. "You do realize you'll have to wear it constantly to maintain a cover form, if that is what you intend. Such magic can be wearing on the mind and body. And if the magic ever fails or you simply drop the hat, the others could get very suspicious of your motives." When the group turns to look at him, he merely shrugs and crosses his arms across his chest. "That was my first idea too: The hat. I just thought it through to the end. Torch always says: The best disguise is always the simplest disguise." When the others turn back to their individuals requests, Varloo shrugs again and mumbles under his breath. "Your funeral."
Varloo's eyes widen with Greed as thoughts flashed through his mind suddenly at the gold amount spoken...and then suddenly Varloo holds back. He knows he has to blend in. Not stand out. He sighs and scratches his bald head. "Just get me one of them useful Handy Haversacks. It's something an older Delver like Kaldan would use for ease and convenience at his age. Should be easy enough to get, but just make sure it's gently used. I would hate to show up with one that's brand new and get questioned on it."
Rolling his eyes, Varloo chuckles and replies sarcastically. "Well, other than the fact Kaldan has a Uni-Brow any Chelaxian back-alley thug would be proud of...and that he's near his sixth decade in age: We could be twins!"
Varloo immediately steps up, his well-tanned bald forehead wrinkled in curiosity. Varloo gestures vaguely to indicate the whole group. "I understand why you won't select any veterans for this mission: Too obvious - too valuable. Many reasons really... But why send us at all? Are you really that worried this strange expedition will lead to valuable enough information pertinent to the Pathfinders that its worth risking even 'our' pathetic lives?" He then rubs his thumb along his jaw rasping the stark white stubble there. "One might suspect you are possibly holding back valuable information that could help us." Suspicion is now clearly written on Varloo's face.
Interview/Answers: 1. What kind of experience do you have studying objects and structures recovered by excavation to identify, date, and authenticate them and to interpret their significance? Varloo sniffs at this one.
2. What skills do you possess that would be an asset to a colony with no readily available resources? A single bushy white eyebrow pokes upward at this.
3. Provide an example of a time when you successfully organized a diverse group of people to accomplish a task. Arms cross Varloo's chest.
4. What experiences have you had surviving in tropical climates? Varloo bares his over-large smile and white teeth.
5. Share an experience you had in dealing with a difficult person and how you handled the situation. A grimace crosses Varloo's face.
6. Tell us how you organize, plan, and prioritize your work. Varloo hesitates, then shrugs.
7. Name a time when you identified strengths and weaknesses of alternative solutions to problems. What was the impact that your insights had? With a perplexed look, Varloo sits forward.
8. In your experience, what is the key to developing a good team? Without hesitation, Varloo responds.
9. How are you affiliated with the Pathfinder Society? Varloo smirks.
10. As you will NOT be able to answer the previous question truthfully in the interview at Almas, explain how and why you are qualified to be accepted on this Expedition for reasons that have nothing to do with your Society Affiliation. Again Varloo smirks.
11. Provide a time when you were able to identify a complex problem, evaluate the options, and implement a solution. Chuckling again, Varloo hooks a thumb over his shoulder.
12. Finally, why do YOU want to be a part of this Expedition? Sighing, Varloo rubs his bald head.
Varloo sniffs as the others shift the conversation to world views. "You are either predator or prey to others in this world: You choose which one it is with every major decision you make. Every important fork and branch can either lead you to your goals, or your death. Sometimes that's a metaphorical 'death'...but not as much of one as I would like I think." At that point, Varloo tips back and finally finishes off his second ale. Settling back, he seems to refuse to pour himself another. Although he stares at the sweating pitcher as if he really wanted to do so. He then removes his hat again to rub his bald head. "I can't drink too much. Blasted tests! Give me a trapped dungeon or treasure-filled sunken Chelaxian galleon any day. You can take these tests and shove them up a Master's thrice-locked arse..."
"I do not think the Pathfinder Masters worry about it. I was referring to the Bountiful Venture Company - who are going out of their way to keep the Society out of the expedition to Azlant." A vicious smile carves itself onto Varloo's face as he looks sidelong at Harul. "As I've said: Grandmaster Torch WANTS me to go. No MUNDANE organization in the Inner Sea would dare refuse him a favor without severe consequences. If anything keeps me out of this venture, it will be my own stupidity...or the Pathfinder Masters themselves for their own ill-conceived reasons."
Varloo chuckles and replies sarcastically. "Really? You think the Pathfinder Masters worry about bloodthirsty members? Then you haven't been reading the Chronicles very much, have you. When has ANY Pathfinder expedition not had blood spilled? I'm not worried...or blood-thirsty really. I'm just...we shall say 'odd' and leave it at that."
Bann nods in approval at this sentiment before looking quizzically at Varloo. "You do that much? Chop people's limbs off I mean? This is before you kill them I presume" Varloo easily comes out of his mild stupor at Bann's question. "What Sir...Bann, is it? Ehhh...whatever happens first happens really...I'm not too picky in combat. Defeating my enemies quickly is usually my priority first. The rest is...as needed. You have to admit however, even by accidentally chopping off a limb or head, you can often demoralize other enemies much more quickly. The gruesomer the better I say. Really, I prefer to avoid combat altogether: Again...too often its bad for business."
Varloo waves off the Harul's comment with his mug of ale. "I'm no skilled duelist. Now...Don't get me wrong, I know how to swing a sword, I'm just no expert of dancing with one. Besides, I rather prefer the feel of my Falcata chopping limbs and heads off my opponents rather than just poking them repeatedly with pointy things." At that last comment, Varloo's eyes get a little big and his upper lip twitches subtly as he stares off in the distance.
Feeling his bald head and placing the hat back on carefully, Varloo grimaces. "I appreciate the offer...Lorik is it? But I'll stick with this one for now. I'm not usually wanting to be lumped in with the 'dashing' types. Bad for business." At that, Varloo smiles his big, almost unnaturally white-toothed smile.
Guffawing a bit, Varloo then chuckles for a while and then speaks in a grand manner. "Odd? Yes, that makes me and my hat quite a pair! Odd ducks we are: Together, my hat and I...will conquer the island! Forthwith! Or some such..." After that, he quickly goes back to sipping his chilled ale and only chuckling under his breath as she spins his hat again and again. Seemingly as if contemplating the adventures they will soon have with each other.
Varloo frowns at the woman's description of his hat, and nearly spills his drink as he sits up to show it off. "It is NOT ridiculous! Its 'noteworthy' and 'functional.' What else is there for a hat at sea or in the jungle? The seller added the feather as a bonus really...I didn't ask for it."
"I wouldn't get too complacent there, Varloo. Grandmaster Torch still has some enemies in the Society, to be sure. May as well make a good impression on Master Kreighton, eh?" Varloo tosses his hat up and catches it easily one handed. "Agreed. If I pissed off the wrong man here, I could easily be left behind. That's why I'm bothering with this process...and plan on answering honestly. I know for sure I would hate to get refused and Grandmaster Torch find out that it was my own stupidity. He HATES stupidity."
Varloo looks askance at the group discussion, since it turned toward being selected. "I'm not too worried about being left behind. I have a suspicion Grandmaster Torch wanted me to go...so this interview is most likely a waste of time for me, and to keep the other Pathfinder Masters happy." With that, Varloo tilts his hat yet again, trying to find a more comfortable position for it.
Varloo grimaces and grumbles into his ale at Lorik's question. "Bunch of small-mouthed know-it-alls...all of which are full of hot air and in need of a full collonic irrigation to remove large splinters of wood from their rear ends." He then takes a large pull on his ale, finishing it off. He quickly moves to refill his mug and begins sipping at it again, all signs of dark humor gone.
Fairly noncommittal up to this point, Varloo finally introduces himself now that the gaggle is surrounding the pretty Sharaya. Spinning the simple hat around this finger as he sips some cool ale, Varloo nods and smiles that wide smile again. "I'm not much of a food, drink, or hat connoisseur...having been born a slave means I just appreciate a full stomach and strong drink whenever I can get it. My master suggested the hat however. I'm still trying to decide if I like it or not. I'm used to feeling the wind and rain. That's half the fun of a journey! Oh, and I'm Varloo Grimtide by the way. I'm here to join up for the voyage myself as well...mainly because it was 'suggested' to me by my Master." Varloo smirks looking off into the distance and continues. "When Grandmaster Torch 'suggests' something...you generally WANT to do it. Especially if he says that it's really for your own benefit."
Spinning his 'new' hat around in a clownish manner as he returns it to his bald head, Varloo grimaces at the oldster, then smirks again and give the man a little bow. "Touche' Master Shaine! I will endevour to make a dent in the available vittles until time approaches for my....interview." Seeing the quickly growing crowd, Varloo slowly heads towards Skyreach and some cool ale. Looking back he notices a dark-haired Chelaxian lady leaving the podium-master looking anxious, so he give the woman a wolfish grin and whisks his pathetic hat off his bald head again as she moves by.
"May I help you find whatever you are looking for my lady? You seem worried about the selection process? Maybe I can help somehow? We can go find ourselves something cool to drink in the shade and discuss it..."
First! Awesome! =)
Varloo's Prologue: Smirking at the man making notes, Varloo casually saddles up to him sweeping his new hat, it's small and wilted peacock feather flapping almost comically, in quick gesture of greeting.
"Master Shaine! I see you are working diligently to organize all of this. Please, sign me up. Oh...Master Torch sends his regards as well." Varloo broadly winks as he says the last, and chuckles at his own dark humor.
If you want, we can even tag team it. You take first crack at stuff, I'll take second crack if you fail by 5 or more. Can you take aid another actions on Disable Device? Good question! I would think so unless the situation itself prevented it. =)
Tempus Fugit!
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