Mazzie and I both agree that things healing as they ought is very, very good! :)
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Yeesh, man. I hope your rehab goes well. I'm very sorry to hear about the accident. I'd honestly much rather you not worry about the game one bit and focus on recovery. Good luck & prayers, Mathpro!
*falls over laughing*
Mazzie and I are still watching.
Vin chuckles. "Lady, no, I'm no fortune teller, me. Some o' my kinsfolk travel with the Sczarni though, and I been in that caravan a time or two. Not to my taste; spend more time alone in the woods than with people usually." As he speaks, the golden-haired gnome watches Mazranna carefully.
At the invitation, the little gnome is quick to scuttle over to the rapidly-filling table, selecting a chair and once again using his pack to boost himself to the proper height. He peers interestedly at Jerome. "I'm Vin, me, and I appreciate the help back there, big guy!" He then turns to the ladies. "Nice to meet both of ya. I'm sorry, me, if I was starin' too much. Never seen things like this," he waves a hand to indicate Mazranna's bone fetishes, "Though that I'm passably familiar with!" he points to the deck of cards.
The gnome smiles in appreciation of the offer. "Ai, appreciate the offer, Xogar, me, but I'm going to stay a bit, and see what yonder bone lady has going wit' those cards of hers. Good night yourself!" The gnome resumes his seat, nodding and smiling to Jerome as he leaves for the common bunk, and sets his chin in his hands, watching Viviana and Mazranna.
As the large half-orc moves to Faunra's side, the little gnome slips from his seat and quietly moves around behind Faunra's assailant, a cold light in his eyes, flexing his fingers.
"You're right, of course, Xogar," Vin says out loud, waving his hand in front of himself. "I shouldn't judge! Absurd, especially given my current company! Apologies!" He then smiles up at the waitress. "Much appreciated, but I shall stick with the stew. Ale usually doesn't agree with me!" He happily spoons up the stew, making small talk with Xogar and grinning around the room, though his attention is often distracted by the more interesting occupants: the big human warrior, the fortune teller, and the highborn woman.
"Yes, that would be quite interesting to see..." Vin mutters thoughtfully as he watches the fortune teller. He barely notices the waitress and the food, and leans over to whisper to Xogar. Spoiler:
"I'm not trustin' that bone lady one bit, me. Some of my family, they got wrapped up with that Sczarni crew, cheats and thiefs they are. She's puttin' me in mind of one of their mystics indeed." He then nods to the bulky human before continuing to whisper to Xogar. Spoiler: "That big warrior-type's watchin' her too, and he looks like he'd be handy if we've got to intervene. We should invite him over. I'd rather not be bein' tripped over by a bunch of people acting independently!"
Vin growls under his breath as he gets a grouchy look on his face. "Ai, nothing much of importance this time. I'm wanting to see, right, if there's any connection between the Thassilonian rune magic and the magic I inherited? But all I found this time was a fragment with a recoverable inscription that said 'Αυτό το δρόμο για μπάνιο σώμα'." The gnome suddenly chuckles. "Which, of course, just means 'This way to the bath house', so I guess that was kind of interesting, actually!" He plops down at the table, putting his pack on the chair and sitting on that to bring himself up to the right height. Suddenly, he cocks his head inquisitively at Xogar. "Wait. What consecration?"
Vin shakes himself, his attention pulled away from the bone woman by the half-orc. Even standing at the edge of the stage, he still has to look up to meet the big one's eyes. Despite the size difference, he grins hugely at the half-orc's words. "Most certainly! Ai, most certainly! Truth be told, I don't care for heights." He looks down at the stage and chuckles. "Me name's Vinderbenjin, but I know you bigjobs got trouble with our names, so call me Vin. What's your name? Nice to meet ya!" He hops down from the stage, following in the half-orc's wake through the crowd, his words flowing together as he chatters excitedly. "You're a bit of a wanderer too, ai? Been crawling all over Varisia, me, playing around in the ruins! Forgot about the festival though, glad for the company still! What do you do, big guy?"
The little gnome looks up from his papers as the veiled girl moves through the crowd. He almost absently stuffs his notes back in his pack and carelessly wipes his pen clean on his shapeless trousers before it disappears up his sleeve. As the bone woman stops at the table and murmurs something to the other lady, he stands on the edge of the stage, slinging his pack back on to his shoulder. His muttering has ceased, and he seems almost not to blink as he watches the duo intently, ignoring the jostling crowd around him.
Watching the harried waitress, the gnome shrugs and digs around in his pack, pulling out some rations to nibble on and a sheaf of notes to read. He hums happily to himself, kicking his feet as he snacks and reads his papers; he is obviously content to wait his turn patiently.
"Ai, 'scuse me, pardon me, you're on my foot thank you," the gnome almost chants as he forges his way to the edge of the recently vacated stage. Ducking through the last bit of crowd, he hops up to sit on the edge, feet dangling, thunking his pack down next to him. He looks about the room with sapphirine eyes, still muttering to himself. Spoiler: "Oof, big green one looks hard in a fight, and the one dunkin' himself into his stew can prob'ly handle himself too. Smart on that lady, payin' someone to hold a table, wish I'd have thought of it! Silly festival, sneakin' up like that! I have no idea what is going on with that scary bone lady though. Table's empty, but it's worth a gnome's life to sit there, me thinkin'!"
The small, golden-haired gnome finally pushes his way through the crowd, looking flustered, hot, and tired as he seeks an empty spot at a table (with a high enough chair). He is frustratedly muttering continually under his breath.
Spoiler:
"I forgot about the festival! Ai! I shouldn't have stayed out at those ruins this long! Now I can barely push my way through this crowd! This is a sea of codpieces and knickers! Ai!" Hoisting his pack higher on his shoulder, he stretches on his tip-toes, looking vainly for a place to sit.
Thank you for the opportunity! I really am looking forward to this! Final draft: Appearance:
Spoiler:
Obviously short and slight, Vin has hair literally the color of gold, and bright sapphire eyes. His skin is pale with a slight warm tone to it. Unlike most gnomes, he dresses simply in drab olives and browns; his clothing is obviously more for comfort in the wilderness than for show. Pouches and pockets are scattered throughout his wardrobe, containing various inks, pens, notebooks, whittling knives and materials. He fidgets restlessly and speaks quickly, and seems to have a keen interest in most anything around him. Background:
Spoiler:
Like many gnomes, Vinderbenjin (Vin to his friends) keenly feels his hereditary connection to the First World. His curious and risky nature leads him to continually push the limits of the magic he has inherited through his bloodline. Vin inherited his magical talent from his father, Vardebargen; his estranged mother, Litu, was an adoptee of a clan of gypsies that plied the roads around Magnimar. Neither parent was very active in raising Vin; he spent most of his childhood attempting to keep out from under his father's feet. Vin's loose-knit family is spread all about Varisia; many of his relatives associate freely with the Sczarni, but Vin always shied away from this community, preferring solitude and books to socializing. As soon as he was old enough, he struck out on his own. Vin is goodhearted, and he tends to avoid many of the 'pranks' his kin play on the larger races; his wanderlust has led him to associate with many other peoples throughout Varisia, and although he is by no means serious, he prefers to get along with people larger and stronger than he. When he was an adolescent, Vin was the victim of a strange, wasting illness. The sickness left him physically weak, though he does not generally fall prey to other maladies. However, he often has trouble with his physical strength and prefers to avoid serious manual labor or heavy tasks. Vin's curosity has long included Thessalonia, and when he is not whittling or practicing spellcasting, his nose is buried in a history book. Much of his wanderlust is fueled by a desire to see Thessalonian ruins, as he feels there much be some connection between ancient Thessalonia and the First World. He has come to Sandpoint to rest and re-equip, not realizing he is about to be swept up into events that might sate even his curiosity . . . Base Stats Spoiler:
------------------- STR 8 (-1)(10-2RA) DEX 14(+2) CON 15(+2) INT 12(+1) WIS 10(+0) CHA 18(+4) (16+2RA) SPD: 20FT Initiative: +6 (+2DEX, +4 Improved Initiative) -------------------- Defenses -------------------- HP 8/8 (6HD+2CON) AC 13 (10+2DEX+1SIZE), Touch AC 13, Flat-footed AC 11 Fortitude +2 (0BASE+2CON) Reflex +2 (0BASE+2DEX) Will +2 (+2BASE+0WIS) CMD 10 (10-1STR+2DEX-1SIZE) -------------------- Attacks -------------------- Melee: Dagger 0(0BAB-1STR+1Size), DMG 1d3-1(Small, -1STR) Ranged: Light Crossbow +2(0BAB+2DEX) DMG 1d6 -------------------- Racial Abilities Spoiler:
Small: +1AC, +1 Attack, -1CMB/CMD, +4 Stealth Slow: 20ft Base Speed Low-Light Vision Defensive Training: +4 AC vs Giants Gnome Magic Hatred: +1 ATK vs Reptilians and Goblinoids Illusion Resistance: +2 to Save vs. Illusions Keen Senses: +2 Perception Obsession: +2 Craft/Profession (Craft: Woodworking) Weapon Familiarity: Gnome keyword -------------------- Spells / Spell-like Abilities Known Spoiler:
-------------------- Cantrips: Daze Ray of Frost Light Resistance 1st Level:
Gnome:
Fey:
Skills: Spoiler:
Ranks: 4 (2+1INT+1Favored Class) Bluff +8 (+4CHA+1RNK+3CLASS) Knowledge: Arcana +5 (+1INT+1RNK+3CLASS) Spellcraft +5 (+1INT+1RNK+3CLASS) Use Magic Device +9 (+4CHA+1RNK+3CLASS+1Dangerously Curious) ------------------------ Feats: Spoiler:
Improved Initiative ------------------------ Traits: Spoiler:
Dangerously Curious Scholar of the Ancients ------------------------ Equipment: Spoiler: Gold: 16 Silver: 8 Copper: 7 Traveler's Outfit
Hm, can't seem to find what I'm missing to make Vin incomplete on my sheet here. Thoughts? Spoiler: Appearance: Obviously short and slight, Vin has hair literally the color of gold, and bright sapphire eyes. His skin is pale with a slight warm tone to it. Unlike most gnomes, he dresses simply in drab olives and browns; his clothing is obviously more for comfort in the wilderness than for show. Pouches and pockets are scattered throughout his wardrobe, containing various inks, pens, notebooks, whittling knives and materials. He fidgets restlessly and speaks quickly, and seems to have a keen interest in most anything around him. Background: Like many gnomes, Vinderbenjin (Vin to his friends) keenly feels his hereditary connection to the First World. His curious and risky nature leads him to continually push the limits of the magic he has inherited through his bloodline. Vin is goodhearted, and he tends to avoid many of the 'pranks' his kin play on the larger races; his wanderlust has led him to associate with many other peoples throughout Varisia, and although he is by no means serious, he prefers to get along with people larger and stronger than he. When he was an adolescent, Vin was the victim of a strange, wasting illness. The sickness left him physically weak, though he does not generally fall prey to other maladies. However, he often has trouble with his physical strength and prefers to avoid serious manual labor or heavy tasks. Vin's curosity has long included Thessalonia, and when he is not whittling or practicing spellcasting, his nose is buried in a history book. Much of his wanderlust is fueled by a desire to see Thessalonian ruins, as he feels there much be some connection between ancient Thessalonia and the First World. He has come to Sandpoint to rest and re-equip, not realizing he is about to be swept up into events that might sate even his curiosity . . .
1st Level:
Gnome:
Fey:
Gold: 16 Silver: 8 Copper: 7 Traveler's Outfit
I like the cut of your jib, sir!
Finished tweaking Vin to fit the campaign. I'm pretty excited about playing the little guy!So you've decided to stay with Sorcerer? Yes, because I decided it would be unfair to change submissions. Also, Vin is turning out pretty entertainingly. :)
Finished tweaking Vin to fit the campaign. I'm pretty excited about playing the little guy!
I'd like to submit this character with minor adjustments to tie in to the campaign. Also, my S.O. will probably submit her own character as well. Thanks for your consideration. |