What have I gotten myself into? Veldor wondered as he adjusted his pack and prepared to leave with the rest of them.
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Veldor remained quiet and listened to those that were more familiar with the area than he was. But then, realizing how many people he would be travelling with, he thought, I'm going to have to invest in some portable cookware, if I'm going to cook for all of these individuals.
Pushing his way pass Matatao and stepped up to the posturing males, "At ease gentlemen, no need to whip them out."
"Well, I certainly have nothing much else to do. And besides, that kind of evil needs to be put down. I'm in." Veldor said.
Well, one method that another GM and myself use is Goggle Drive. We use the Google Sheets application (very akin to MS Excel) and have a permanent link in the Short Description field of the Campaign tab. It's not the most elegant solution, but it is effective.
Confused little scaly isn't he? Veldor thought.
My family? What is he talking about? Before Veldor could answer, a bigger scaled folk walked in and greeted them loudly. "Greetings to you Sraz, I am Veldor." Turing towards the shorter lizardfolk, "I apologize Matatoa, but I'm afraid you're mistaken. I come from a family of Bakers far across the sea. This is my first time here."
As Veldor's boots hit the dock, he took in a deep breath through his nose. Ah, nothing like the smell of a bustling port. Reminds me a little of home. Quick as a whip, he headed to the nearest tavern to look at the public board. There, glaring at all who would look, was the notice for heroes to investigate the local troubles. Oh, that sounds interesting. See the Mayor? Sounds like the beginnings of a fantastic adventure. Adjusting his pack, the Halfling inquired as to which way the town hall was. Upon getting directions, he made his way there, boots clacking on the cobblestone as he walked. Looking the structure of the meeting place, he found himself thinking, From such humble origins, grand tales are forged. Entering, Veldor's eyes immediately spotted a scaled fellow, just slightly taller than him, giving the, what he presumed was the Secretary, a giggle. After it left, Veldor strolled up to the desk. Not being able to see over the top, he said, "Excuse me, Miss? I'm here to see the Mayor about the investigation of troubles." The woman peered over the desk, "Oh, another of the short folk. The Mayor is currently busy, but will be with you soon." Pointing to the waiting room, she added, "Down that hall, third door on the right. The others have already arrived." Tipping his hat, the Halfling headed to the waiting room. Entering, noticed the others. Hmm, fascinating group of people. Oh look, another Halfling. My, she's pretty and looks like she knows the sea. We'll have to talk later. Taking seat at the table, he said, "Greetings all, my name is Veldor. And you all are?"
*Salute of respect* Come home soon friend.
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Such a violent group, what have I gotten myself into?
I thought I fit that bill?
Fallen_Mage's submission. Crunch in the profile, I'm still playing with the skills to get them right where I think they should be. Backstory:
Veldor, or Vel to his friends, was born to a quite ordinary and quite boring family of bakers in a city called Freeport. A massive port and gateway to the western lands, most found life there exciting, but for Veldor, the simple life of a baker just wasn’t enough. Oh he worked at his parent’s bakery when he became old enough to, but he spent a good portion of his earnings on books, lots and lots of books. Particularly, books on adventure in far off places over the high seas were of interest to him. In addition to books, the young Halfling also collected maps, old or new, it made little difference to him. Realizing that their third son just wasn’t stimulated intellectually, they saved up enough gold to send him off to the local magic school, in the hopes of giving Veldor the life he craved. The Halfling looked at this new chapter of his life with great excitement. Every morning, he awoke ready to expand his mind and learn everything he could. Unlike most new students, Veldor had no trouble navigating the almost labyrinthine corridors of the school, and was very rarely late for class. The instructors had not seen a student so eager to learn for quite some time, and seeing great potential within him, decided to place him in a special group of gifted students that proved to have a talent for blending innate magical capability with studied discipline. It didn’t take long before Veldor picked a specialization that tied in with his love of ocean adventure. After graduating from the school, Veldor went to one of the local taverns, as most Adventurers in the stories he read did, to look for some work. It took some persuasion, but the Halfling managed to convince a captain to let him aboard as a navigator. The deal was for him to work on board the ship until they reached Sieben Inseln, a place he hear was absolutely loaded with adventure. Appearance & Personality: At first glance, one might think Veldor wasn't a magic user at all. Instead of being dressed in a stereotypical robe, this three foot tall, thirty-four pound, blonde haired Halfling is dressed in black cotton pants, a white shirt overlaid with a blue vest, and brown leather boots that almost come up to the knee. In addition to that, he wears brown leather gloves as well as a deep blue three quarter length coat and topped off with a matching wide-brimmed hat.
Veldor, by nature, is a curious individual who is eager to explore new places just for the sake of exploration. As a general rule, he is a kind and caring sort that does his best not to provoke confrontation or harm others, even when in a fight. However, like everyone, there is a point that when violence becomes necessary, it would be best to just get out of his way. For his temper is like that of a stormy sea, and when it flares, it's best to just let him go until it subsides. But those occurrences are rare, and he always feels a little guilty afterwards. |