Visruþ's page

"Well done, Kelisa. I definitely need more practice with the bow!"

"Nice shooting, Kelisa!"

Visruþ will have a go at the first target:

bow shot 1: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
bow shot 2: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
bow shot 3: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
bow shot 4: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13

"Well, those could've been better!"
"I'll clearly need some practice in future!"

I think it would be a good idea to tag along with another caravan to get back home

"This festival looks like a good bit of fun."
"I think I'll give the archery competition a go."
"Never hurts to get a bit of practice in with that."

Visruþ does have talent by way of good DEX. So, why not?

assistance: 1d100 ⇒ 84
Ironic, since Hanz has way bigger muscles! :o

Visruþ will lend a hand with the survivors moving their goods
STR check: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9 ... if such a roll is needed

"What seems to be the matter, Miss Sandow?"

Looks like I'm the cellar-dweller for perception!

perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

"Is any of your merchandise left?", Visruþ ventures.

"Either way, you and your fellow survivors may need to join our group."
"Safety in numbers and all that."
"If our employer has no objections, of course."

sense motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17
in an attempt to see if he can get an idea what he's might be leading up to

"Was the way the guards fought unusual?"
"Sounds like they were reckless and fearless to the point of being suicidal."

On the other hand, if I keep rolling high enough with Diplomacy, I could sell parkas to people on the equator! :D

Sorry, I thought Hanz decided to hang back at the caravan.
So, I guess he will be in my introductions, then.

Visruþ approaches Pali and says "Hello. My name is Visruþ and these are some of my companions: Inil, Maxim, Kelisa, and Throg."
Glossing over Hanz only because he's still back at our caravan
"Throg, I hasten to add, is an ally, and not an enemy, unlike the Hobgoblins who attacked you."
"We can see for ourselves what happened. More or less."
"How long ago was this attack?"
"And is your older, um ... friend ... always like that?

diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24

"Okay, I'll be right there." Visruþ says to Charsi,
"Nag, nag, nag" he things to himself,
He then remounts his horse and rides ahead of Charsi

just in case these rolls are needed:
ride: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11

Visruþ approaches carefully
perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16

Visruþ dismounts and readies his crossbow and tries to keep alert
perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

"Any idea of who or what might have done that?" he asks.

perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 . . definitely not!
survival: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12 . . probably not

"My pleasure, Miss Shadow", Visruþ says with a polite bow, trying to stoke her ego:
diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28

Not a problem

Visruþ will keep an eye on the approaching woman
sense motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
but doesn't see anything amiss

"I can see in the dark too", Visruþ offers.
"Does come in handy at night time, of course."

He also keeps his eyes open for anything amiss as they travel.
perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8 . . or tries to, anyway.

Sorry for the delay, Everyone.
Just getting used to getting back into doing studying and homework, etcetera.

"I'm as ready as I can be, I reckon."

Visruþ walks into the compound, pretty as you please, and introduces himself to the nearest guard.

"Greetings! We're the guards assigned to protect these rather robust looms on their journey."

diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22 . . just because I can

"I'm fairly new to this riding business."
"Should be interesting."

"We were sent by Braendar StoneShield to get some horses."
"Shouldn't be any problems getting the best horses, should there?"
diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29 . . I could charm the birds out of their trees that way!

"Fair enough. I'm Visruþ. I'm a tiefling if anyone hadn't noticed", he says with a wink.

"Came from Cheliax. Can't stand the place. Too rigid and stodgy."
"I escaped, and have been wandering around since then."
"I'm pretty good with light weapons, and can use some spells as well."
"Don't know too many spells, but I don't need a spell book either."
"Oh, yes. I'm good with both diplomacy and languages."

"Okay, sounds good to me."

Visruþ then walks over to the stable to find a good horse.

"I have some notion of roughing it."
"But I'm not an expert at it."

Sorry I'm a tad late. I've been out and about on one thing or another for the past couple of days.

A male tiefling walks in soon after Braendar starts speaking.
Wearing studded leather armour, he carries a rapier, light flail, light crossbow, and a backpack.

He also looks just like a youthful hale half-elf.
Well, apart from the caprine amber eyes.
Or the alabaster-white skin, royal purple hair, or vestigial cobalt blue horns.
Oh, and the tail, of course.

"Sounds like a pretty straight forward mission."
"My name is Visruþ, by the way."
"I'm handy with light blades and a few spells."

His name is pronounced "viz-RUHTH", by the way
I, the player also like using obscure letters, like thorn (þ).
Just because.

Stifling a yawn, a bleary-eyed tiefling walks in just as Colewin starts assigning teams.
"Wotcher!

And then strolls casually to the armoury.

I was wondering about that. Thanks!

Cool!

Looks like Group Black will really be able to dish it out.

I managed to miss that business about an heirloom item.

I'll send you a PM about that.

Addendum: done!

Monday or tuesday busy last few days

This "real life" stuff gets in the way of all the fun! :D

@ DM The nines:

Hi! It are I, Xunal again.

I have more or less finished the profile for Visruþ. I've got a bio done.

Let me know if I should fix anything up.

Thanks!

Shame. I was rather enjoying it too.

I thought you were running it just fine.

I too would like to thank you for the time you spent on it.

knowledge (arcana): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
wooooo! :o

"We need to be careful of their bites."
"You could become dependent on being in water if they bite you."

After a pause:

"They love small shiny things, we could lure them away with shinnies."
"Then someone can snatch the eggs we need."

Balance certainly doesn't hurt!
So says someone fond of playing CN characters! :o

No problem.

"I don't really know what they are."
"I assume they're watery creatures."
"Since Guughwa values them."

It was an update bug sort of thing.
They've fixed it now.

@ Sulia: Shame. Hope all goes well in your real life, then.

@ Everyone else: Is it just me, or anyone else having trouble with their campaigns page showing the number of new posts in their active campaigns?

Visruþ nods solemnly.
"This is probably going to be dangerous."

"Anyone else have something to barter with?"

Maybe we should compare notes on what magic items we have on offer.

Guughwa seems to want to barter for stuff.
I don't think cash holds her interest.

What other magic items or trinkets does everyone else have to offer?
The only valuable item Visruþ has is that +1 chain shirt.
I'd be willing to trade that if necessary.
In a very hot and humid environment, armour might be detrimental anyway.

She might accept something other than just a magic weapon or armour.

I'm ready to continue the negotiations.
Waiting for everyone else, etc.

Either or. I get the impression that creature's a bit of a nutter.

Visruþ whispers to the others:

"She might also want us to perform a task for her. Everyone else does!"

"She might also know about that river business the lizard folk wanted the Song'o blamed for.

"We just need to confer, Your Pureness"

Visruþ looks at the others and indicates the enchanted armour he's wearing.
"One out of two?" he whispers to the others.