About 90% done with conversion. Need to finish up with Background and Gear, but I think everything else is pretty much in place.
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I'm converting Vergor over in Hero Labs and will be updating him here tonight. Is it okay to apply an archetype as a druid, or do you just want the basic druid build for the purposes of your playtest? I'm cool either way.
Bring ou' da gimp!
Vergor waves a hand over his head in greeting and steps out several paces toward the riders and away from the group. The Drow and the cat woman seemed good and the Waterdeep Lord seemed to think them solid additions to the group, but casual travelers on the road might not be so...progressive. Shifting their focus toward him and away from the ladies might be a good choice. "Hoy-ya, sirs. Ah'm leadin' ah group'a folk down Daggerford-way. Visitin' bidiness assoicates down dat way." he says keeping it simple and mostly true. Easiest lies to expand on... While walking out, from the group, Vergor listens for any indication of other riders nearby.
Before the group takes off, Vergor has them gather all the horses in the stable and casts his Speak with Animals spell. He explains that he is going to be leading them at some points and that he has a snake friend who would help them. He goes through great pains to explain that the snake knows he is not to strike at the horses and that Ol' Pitch will be riding in his backpack frequently. He takes the cottonmouth out of his pack long enough for the horses to catch the serpent. Once they have been acquainted, the druid returns the snake to his pack and mounts up.
Vergor lay not quite awake in his bunk, Ol' Pitch curled up on his chest absorbing his body heat. He heard the cleric moving about, but didn't rouse himself. When the door to the room closed, he stroked the cottonmouth and started to raise him off chest. "Well, Pitch, ah reckon we bes' be gettin' our affairs set straight, alsah. He lay the snake on the bed and knelt beside him reflecting on the majesty of nature and the spells he would be seeking in the Red and Green lines of natures magic today. The blood and bodies, fur and feathers, stem and sap that course through the whole of nature...feeding it and feeding on it. Eventually, his spiritual reflections finished, he puts the serpent in his magical knapsack and heads downstairs. In the common room, he gets a little bit of food... a nice sausage and bread, if available, and makes quick work of it. He hangs around at the periphery of any group assembling, saying little, mostly just listening.
Vergor nods "Sounds as though twas meant fer all'ah us. Ah'm gonna take one more mug'ah happiness an' then ah'm gonna head up ta bed." Looking at the Calishite woman, Vergor says "Ah'll hold a meetin' betwixt your fine horse an' Ol' Pitch tamarrah. Give 'em tha lowdown that they ain't agin' each other an' need not be afeared'a tha other'n." After he enjoys his ale, the heads upstairs and casts Speak with Animals for a chat with Ol' Pitch about the mission and how he plans on introducing the serpent to the horse tomorrow.
Vergor shakes his head at Eremus. "Ah nevah say tha' Ol' Pitch was mah pet. He mah frien' and partner. Likewise, I don' think Indrani would think'ah her horse as pet. It be ah important relationship tha' means somethin' deeper tah both parties. No offense intended by you, an' none taken by meh, just helpin' yah unnerstan'." When the barmaid starts to come over, Vergor casually scoops up the snake and gently dumps him back in his backpack. "Mos' people don' shine to seein' cottonmouths on tha table. Anyway, gettin' aroun' in the swamp ain't always fun ta those not use ta it. Yah be wantin' to get good and sturdy boots if ya don' got'em already. Prolly wanna get a 10' pole tah probe aroun' in the murky water if ya have to get cross it. They's lotsa niceties ya can get if ya of'a mind ta have 'em... thin's like bug nettin', a hammock to string up twixt branches if'n ya not wantin' to sleep on tha groun'. It never a bad idea ta have a scroll or two tah make pure water, but Ah'll prolly be able ta find food an' drink fo' tha lotta us during most'a the trip."
Vergor nods at he Calishite "Yeh, they many snakes in tha swamps, some venomous, some not; some constrictors, some not. Make matters worse, some that ain't got tha venom look jes like they that do. Dis Fareedah yo mount? I kin palaver w'im so's they know where Ol' Pitch stan' in relation to tha group. Like ah say, reason I bring my fren' up now is so he no issue later on."
Vergor nods thoughtfully "Aye, it be givin' us uh place ta start off. Since they Sharp Claws are supportive'ah our quarry, an' they be situated tah tha nort'o tha city, I conjure we need tah be stoppin' there to palaver wi' Short Tail. May give us dry groun' tah retreat tah if tha need be desprit." He lapses into silence for a moment the starts with a rememberance. "Ah almos' fergot tah introduce y'all tah mah dear associate an' companion fer goin' on 6 year now. This's mah good friend Ol' Pitch." Reaching into his haversack, the swamper draws out a black pit viper, a cottonmouth, as thick around as his wrist. As he pulls,the body of the snake keeps uncoiling out of the bag. Finally, fully withdrawn, the 5' long serpent coils on the table in front of Vergor languidly flicking his tounge into the air. The man rubs the viper between his eyes casually as he speaks. "Now, Ol' Pitch an' ah're a team. Ah raised 'im an' his mother before'im. Ah look out fer mah team, an' that now be y'all. But y'all jes betta unnahstan' he be mah firs' teammate. Out en they swamp, we may see alotta snakes in tha' water, an you jes' betta be sure you ain drawin' down on my Ol' Pitch." Vergor nods at the Cat woman "Don' you worry 'bout yo li'l friend. I be lettin' Ol' Pitch know he ain't no kinda prey tah be stalkin'. I unnerstan tha relationship an' so'll he."
Vergor nods laconically "Oh, ah kin gett'ya there straigt-way 'nuff. An' as she goes, ah don't mind leadin' this ragtag inna tha marshes, bu' ah don' know as how ah'm tha man ta be leadin' tha group. May be ta work better if ah do tha translatin' for someone else ta be percieved as tha leader. In tha' case, ah'd suggest Eremus t'be tha leader, at least in name. Ah may be uh known quantity as uh guide ta'otha parties, an' sometimes tha lizardfolk in this region tend'ta be on tha patriarchal side, so's tha reception of wimmin leaders is sometimes not as serious as tha men. Tha' goes doubly as fer as any bullywug advisors might go." The swamper looks at the masked man "D'jyer diplahmat say anythin' about any villages 'er clans sympathetic tah Redeye in tha area? Any names'a folken we might try'ta palaver with?"
Vergor gives a low chuckle at the priest "Naw, tha' might be gittin' one inna bad placement, indeed. But there tisn't uh wurd fer 'hospitality' in thuh tongue'a thuh lizardfolk. Mos'ly one say 'Thank'ee fer not eatin' meh.' Utilitarian critters, the lizardfolk."
Vergor looks at Eremus quizically for a second and simply says "Si renthisj Vs'shtak. Si xanstra si vucottruol onureth vi Tilsin-sthyr svitran." Interestingly, his accent seems to disappear when he speaks the language of Dragons. "Yah, ah can parley wi'em in theys language. Harder tah study wi' someone when you can' make yoself unnerstood."
Vergor rubs his chin contemplatively "Ya talkin' 'bout Redeye, yeh? Ah don' know 'im, but ah trained some under one'a his teachers. An' uh ol' bullywug shamen in thu area, as well. Heard theys was int'restin' tuhdo downa Lizard Marshes ah late. Mos' mah work's been over inna High Moor for the last two year, but ah this soun's mighty int'restin' tah my ears."
Vergor nods at those at the table. "Name's Vergor. Folk's down Daggerford way call me thu Fenstrider." [Vergor is an older man, late 30s/early 40s, and looks older than he is. His black hair is graying and there are crow's feet around his green eyes. He has lived outside for most of his life and his skin is stained a dark tannish brown from the years of sun and steeping in the rich tea-colored waters of the swamps. He seems sligtly gruff and unused to being around a lot of people. He's obviously a swamper... he wears leather armor that is covered with alligator skin and a leather cap that is also alligator hide. Hanging at his side is a scimitar that looks like it is made out of wood.]
Vergor nodded back to the 'Drunk' at the bar and was just about to rise when the barmaid set the plate of steaming fish pie and mug of ale in front of him. Glancing across at the Drunk again, he shrugged then gave a little nod, but picked up his spoon for a few bites before business or fighting. The appearance of the Drow woman made Vergor pause with his spoon full of flakey pie crust, and fish and carrots in gravy raised halfway to his lips. The blob of steaming pie plopped onto the table as the druid pondered whether he should be reaching for his weapons or not. She didn't appear to be wishing a disturbance, but she was a Drow, and that meant trouble in all but the most rare of cases. Not wanting to be the originator of a scene, Vergor composed himself laid the spoon back on the plate and laid his hands on the table, ready to start forming a spell. When she announced her lack of violent intent and that she was buying a round, he shrugged a bit inwardly and thought "Okay, she gettin' a pass for tha now, but we keein' un eye on her." When the man tried to divert attention away by having the minstrel play a bawdy song, Vergor smiled to himself. "Nuthin' like'uh bit'uh blue tune tuh redirect attention. Well played." He then watched the feline lady and the man move toward the masked man that the Drunk had signified. "Well, looks like they's uh distinguished company bein' assembled. 'haps I should saunter on 'at way. Well, affer a bit more ale." Clearing his throat, the druid summoned the barmaid "Ah'll take that offer'ah uh round, thanks." Once he is served his drink he ambles over to the table of the masked man to join the eclectic group introducing himself with a brief "Ah'm uf tha assumption that Ah'm bein' sought out bah you? Is tha correct?"
Vergor had never been to the Wild Boar, but he had seen it as he was taking care of his business. It wasn't far from his inn. Before heading out into the streets, the druid gathered all his belongings, not trusting to leave them in such a high traffic area. After a brief mental bonding session with his snake, Vergor slipped the animal into his Haversack and went out into the night. The druid slouched through the streets of dockside and eventually found the building in question. He entered the common room and scanned for an empty chair with the least number of neighbors. When a barmaid comes within reach he taps her shoulder and orders any kind of fish they might have, bread and beer. Vergor figured that the party that wanted to meet with him must already know him or have an accurate description of him. The three agents who found his room hadn't hesitated or even really questioned his identity. They did't want to be known but they knew him. Fine, they would let their agenda be known when they wished. In the meantime he would eat and keep his eyes open. He wasn't really braced for the felid in the cloak across the room and openly stared for a long moment. Waterdeep is a city of wonders, he supposed.
Vergor lay on his bed in the shabby dockside inn listening to the creak of wood and water from the open window and enjoying the weight of the snake laying on his chest. He absently rubbed his hand down Ol' Pitch's head and the top-most portion of his torso as the serpent flicked it's tongue languidly tasting the air. Pitch had choked down a fat warf rat that morning and using Vergor's body heat to aid in digesting his meal, as well as basking in the bond he shared with the swamper druid. "Tammarah, Pitch" said Vergor "Tammarah we sail back down tuh Daggerford. Got them pelts sold off'ta tha furrier and got tha news 'bout Misty Forest delivered tuh tha mages, so's we can head out come dawn. Be good tuh get outta this city. You gots loads'a rats aroun' but still so damn cut off fromma real world. We..." The druid trailed off as he heard footsteps in the hall outside stopping by his door. More than one person, but he couldn't say how many. He slid the snake off of his chest and let it slip onto the plank floor. The 5' cottonmouth coiled and watched his friend with impassive predatory eyes. As Vergor picked up his scimitar and slid it soundlessly from it's sheath, one of the individuals outside his door knocked. The flimsy door barely muffled the voice on the other side "Is this the room of the guide known as Fenstrider? My associates and I come with word for you." Vergor opened the door and gazed passively at the three dark-robed figures in the hall. "Ayup, ah'm Vergor Fenstrider. Who're you and whatcha need?" The lead figure didn't move to step into the room, nor did his companions move at all. He spoke low but distinctly "We come to pass along an invitation to you to come to the Wild Boar tonight at dusk. There is a matter of some import that may concern you. This is in strict confidence. Tell no one of your destination or of this exchange." Vergor shrugged and with a low grunt swung the door closed "Aight." He went and layed back on the bed. Reaching down with one hand he laid the scimitar down and picked up the serpent. "Looks like we gots a doin' tonight." He pet the snake's head again and closed his eyes taking a nap before he headed out to find the tavern.
Vergor Fenstrider here. Whatcha needin'? |