Noticed the typo. Briarborn is a race, not a class. >.>
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Or Worldthorn.
I'm going to drop out of thus game, sadly. It's not that I don't enjoy it, I do, but I can't seem to make myself post. :(
I missed a lot. O.o
When in doubt, smack things.
DM: Frowning, Worldthorn smacks the metal plate before turning to go back the way he came.
DM: Unable to see in the dark, Worlthorn heads left again.
DM: Left.
DM: Feeling unnerved by this lifeless area, Worldthorn moves on hurriedly, wanting to get back out into the open air before things got even stranger or even dangerous.
Paizo had few good ones for plant people. As for the languages, it makes sense to me. Especially with his World Tree encounter. I think, in the spirit of the game, we still shouldn't be able to communicate better than the others though. :)
GM: Avoiding the liquid, the Briarborn stretches a little and carefully heads out of the room. He wasn't sure where he was, but he wasn't helpless as long as he was awake.
Vrog:
Worldthorn slowly sits up and takes stock of the room he was in, immediately hating the tiny flashing sun. It hurt his eyes and he tried breaking it before checking to see if the door was open.
"Hello, softbarked ones." |