DM Default, this was a submission I had for the Princes of the Apocalypse game, mind if I dust him off and use him? The group seems a bit Cater heavy so....
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Abu, Krogar, just to make sure, you guys are okay with inner party conflict right? You guys are having fun though your characters are feuding a bit, right? Certainly no problem for me!
Viral nods in agreement with Krogar's response. "Indeed Abu, that would be a good way to smooth over any tension that battle created".
Vikram was a pirate out of Luskan, a little pick pocketing doesn't even cause him to bat an eye.
Vikral smiles at Krogar, "As I said, I certainly agree with that sentiment. If I am wrong here, I certainly do not wish it to be proven at the point of a sword or a pillow over my face as I sleep!"
"That Zomith is aligned with? If there were she would have greater influence here than that of a mere thug and occasional caravan guard. At least that would be my guess".
Vikral shakes his head at Krogar, "With us outnumbered and ambushed they surrendered to us. Their element of surprise is lost, they'll not try anything again this night. Perhaps though it would be wise for some of us to take shifts in the hall on watch in case I am wrong".
Viral nods to krogar, "My thanks. That was a pitched battle. We will need to practice better tactics in our next encounter or we may not all make it out alive. I say we stay here one morecnight, then move on".
Vikral summons an orb of acid, take s step back and launches it in the face of his mace wielding foe. Ranged Attack Acid Damage
Scorching Ray 1 @ Zomith Scorching Ray 2 @ Zomith Scorching Ray 3 @ Zomith
Evil right in front of us and we did not know. "Cowards!" Vikral screams as he releases arcane energy at the foe who started it all, Zomith.
Scorching Ray 1 @ Zomith Fire Damage Scorching Ray 2 @ Zomith Fire Damage Scorching Ray 3 @ Zomith Fire Damage
Vikral raises an eyebrow at the confrontation brewing. He turns to Krogar, "The halfling was not known to us before this very day. Still, it seems unwise for us to give him to the tender mercies of a woman with no mercy if we expect this crews endeavors moving forward to be successful. A good Captain backs up his crew even if they are wrong".
"Do you Gentlemen have any recommendation as to who else we can speak to in town who may know more about, well about travelers in the areas nearby?" Vikral remained patient even though he felt like he was chasing his tail with these leads that turned out not to be leads.
Vikral chimes in, "How about a Gar Shatterkeel, ever heard that name before?"
"Marlando's it is". Vikral shakes his head at Dessarin, "Nothing there would hold interest for me, I go because you all go. Perhaps we will find information there if not, the rest of you can resupply and we can follow what few leads we do have. Perhaps as we wander we shall find the answers we seek".
"A lead is still information, perhaps not worth a gold piece but still useful. What if we had need of your skills with a weapon, how much would such a service cost, bearing in mind the fact that we just overpaid for what we got from you?"
"Gar Shatterkeel is the man I seek Lady Zomith", he states departing with a good gold coin.
"For that price there is something I wish to know as well. A hefty sum..." Vikral frowns at the half-orc.
Vikral sits back and watches as well. No agreements have been made yet between he and these folk, Though a new bond would be prudent if I am to be successful in my endeavor.
"I hunt someone as well. No doubt he has his own minions and I am on a fool's quest for vengeance. Working together perhaps we can attain justice for our disparate causes. I am sure if we stay here for a few days we can pick up a lead on at least one of our... targets... for lack of a better word".
"If the time for introductions has come, I am Vikral". He seems to want to say more but holds back, after all these men are strangers to a man, how does he know he can trust them>?
Vikral looks like a cross between a sailor and a wizard, his clothes make it clear that he hails from the north as they are too heavy in fabric to be from the south. His colorful jacket hangs off of the back of his chair. Sweat covers his furrowed brow, as if he is exhausted from some exertion this day. "Indeed dark deeds mar the Realms from land to sea these days it seems. I too have experienced loss recently with the sinking of my Captain's ship and the loss of many good men".
I need to polish up the Profile but here is the Avatar. No faction for Vikral, he was a seaman first and foremost. Perhaps the Ship Captains of Luskan would work for him but none of the others would he have come across, at least not in mere passing. |