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@GM Infinity Apparently I didn't hit save last night after copying in my background. It is since updated, hope you get a chance to look. Thanks for the consideration.
This is Wanderer82, tagging in with my Elfmarked Bard 5 / Warlock 2, Wraxus Drake. A "street-urchin-turned-cartographer-who-hunted-treasure-but-found-a-curse", Wraxus seeks excitement and intrigue, and a chance to create more great stories. I still and filling in the mechanics on my character sheet (its getting damn late), but my backstory, personality, and the like are all there.
Wraxus stares at the agent quizzically. She is the senior member of this unit, is she not? Why does she see my guidance on this action.] "If you would know my thoughts, it would make sense to move on this cult, and whatever capacity in it is, swiftly. I came back with Edmund seeking your guidance, as it were. You seem to be the master of subterfuge on this team, and are far more familiar with the underworking of this city."
Wraxus stands slowly and calmly, politely offering his well wishes as he does. "Librarian Cena, I thank you for your assistance and diligence in working toward the protection of our great city. I trust that, should the need arise in the future, we will once again find ourselves staunch allies. Good day." Turning, Wraxus nods to Edmond, then walks out of the office and across the Library, heading for the entrance. Assuming Edmond follows, he turns to his diminutive companion, "Let's get back to the tower and reconnect with the others. Soliel's skills of stealth and deception could be quite useful in digging further into this scenario."
Wraxus looks across the desk calmly at the aged scholar, though briefly shoots Edmond a subtle smile. "Librarian Cena, I trust you want this all to go as smoothly as possible. Tell me, what would make them be more welcoming to my presence? A letter of introduction from you, perhaps?"
Wraxus leans back, relaxing and allowing his face to move to a soft smile. "Thank you, it warms my heart to know you are willing to help work toward the safety of our fair city. And I of course I assume there is no I'll intent or betrayal to be found at this bathhouse... Correct?"
At Cena's fumbling and obviously dishonest words, Wraxus' expression draws frustrated and cold. After a long stretch of silence, he sighs, "I must say, I am disappointed. You are here in the library, so I assumed as a researcher you'd have drawn more knowledge from the description I gave of myself. Perhaps a bit of aid would help? Let's see, I stated I was formerly a magister of the city watch, so from that we can deduce I am at least a moderately skilled arcanist and likely have at least some investigative skill. Then we can take into account the fact that I have left said service, likely because my skills have outclassed the challenges of that work. Of course, I said I serve as a 'private citizen' dedicated to the protection of our nation. Of course, when I said private, I really meant I was backed by a more powerful force. Then, finally, there is my heritage..." leaning forward, Wraxus bears his enlarged canines and draws focus to his primal blood, "which I am sure you can guess lends me a bit of an agressive nature. So, Librarian Cena, perhaps you would like to reconsider your statement that you have no idea what the line pertaining to you was in reference to?"
Wraxus calmly follows the librarian into the room and graciously accepts the seat, lowering his sizeable frame down upon it. "Thank you. As I said before, I am looking into some matters pertaining to the safety of our noble city. Along the ways, I found a strange religious text, perhaps written by someone half-mad, with a curious inscription upon the bottom... Cena blood is life. Mean anything to you?"
Arriving at he library with his diminutive companion, Wraxus considers his options. I could spend the day pouring over texts and quietly questioning a variety of the other librarians... or I can go straight to the source. After a brief inquiry, one of the librarians points him in the direction of a small, older woman. Wraxus watches her work for a time before approaching. "Pardon me and good day, but would you be Librarian Cena? My name is Wraxus Drake, formerly a magister of the city watch, now a citizen dedicated to the protection of our fair city. I apologize for drawing you away from your work, but I wonder if you could assist me with some questions that you may have particular interest in?"
Damn, I hadn't been getting updates, and had assumed this thread had gone dormant! So sorry all. Posting now.
Good morning ladies & gentlemen,
- C
Make's sense, always want to see people enjoying their characters!
Wraxus accompanies the company and listens silently as the mission, its objectives and findings, and its follow up are discussed. Though a dutiful servant of the city, he was new to these halls and his role here, and still knew little of those he served alongside. The human soldier is a skilled warrior, but seems capable of little else. The mad halfling, he is keen to destroy his foes, and I believe they mentioned his ability to heal as well. And the woman, trained in multiple tongues, a master of stealth and subterfuge, and equally talented with the blade, she seems to be the leader of this cohort. I will work to know her more, and how better I can serve the city. After Soliel's questions are answered, Wraxus calmly chimes in. "Pardon, but given my reassignment during the midst of the team's last mission, I am a bit ill equipped regarding foreknowledge and strategy. Would someone be so kind as to fill me in on who Firyin is?"
Wraxus looks over the scrolls as Soliel hands them to him. "Indeed, this is quite in depth work that he has been executing. And this strange religious text, perhaps from the order he was affiliated with? Perhaps in its passages we could find some clue to other parties involved?" Looking over the scrolls she intends for his use, "I will spend some time in the study of these, though I am loathe to wield such creatures unless absolutely necessary. They pose as much as threat to those that try to manipulate them as to those they are unleashed upon." Still, Wraxus works to secure the scrolls safely in his pack for travel back to the surface.
As Ian turns and walks away after Soliel, Wraxus shrugs and sighs, then follows after the others.
Sounds good, just confirming that I am getting a Cloak of Resistance +3, not a Cloak of Protection. Assuming that was just a typo. And thank you, Soliel, for putting in the effort to divide things up!
While Wraxus could benefit from the either the ring or the cloak, he has versions of each just at a +1 less. And protecting our main front liner only increases hit offense, and through him our protection, so I am all for Ian getting them. Beyond that, while I could use the boots, they aren't very critical for me. Funds would honestly benefit me the most.
Wraxus' eyebrow arched as the woman spoke in the accursed tongue to him, though his eyes did not waver from Ian. After the warrior speaks, he calmly responds. "I know the horror of my heritage, I see it any time I catch my reflection. Nor do I give any orders. But I do ask of my comrade, one I am honored to fight beside, for a measure of respect, and hope he can grant me that." He offers Ian his hand.
As Ian objects to the wretched filth, Wraxus forms a wry smile. Calling on another simple spell, Ian's armor suddenly is clean of the refuse from the sewer. Just as he finishes this, Ian offers his congratulations... and an insult. Stepping closer to Ian, Wraxus' expression suddenly gets cold, "To clarify, Master Marros, you may call me Wraxus, Drake, mage, or conjurer. But call me Orc again, and things will not go well. I trust you meant no offense, but am I clear?"
The priest and its elemental and daemonic allies defeated, Wraxus straightens his coat and walks forward into the room, noting the water slowly receding. Looking to the others, a light chuckle escapes his otherwise serious demeanor. "Well that was quite the initiation into your company. Are all your tasks akin to this?" Looking down at the fallen priest before him, he calls on a minor incantation and evaluates the felon's possessions. After a few moments, "Quite the treasure trove this man was adorned in. How do we go about adjudicating such findings..." Looking across the haphazardly mixed company, he continues, "Am I safe to assume this doesn't all simply get turned over to the city treasury?" he finishes with a wry smile.
So sorry to hear of your loss. Obviously real life comes first. Our thoughts and prayers are with you.
Wraxus' spell comes to fruition, summoning forth another celestial great cat next to the elemental, though the leopard is smaller than the mighty tiger he first called forth. He then unleashes his final casting of magic missile on the elemental.
Celestial Tiger, 37/57, 10 rds remaining The celestial tiger turns and moves toward the elemental, unleashing its fury on the watery foe before it.
Celestial Leopard, 12 rds remaining:
N Medium animal Init +4; Senses low-light vision, scent; Perception +5 DEFENSE AC 15, touch 14, flat-footed 11 (+4 Dex, +1 natural) hp 25 (3d8+12) Fort +7, Ref +7, Will +2 OFFENSE
STATISTICS
The celestial leopard unleashes its fury against the elemental.
Wraxus begins another incantation of summoning, intent on bringing another ally to bear against the forces of their foe. Wraxus' summoned tiger continues to tear into the hydrodaemon, throwing forth the celestial might of its extraplanar nature.
Celestial Tiger, 37/57 hp, 11 rds rmn: N Large animal Init +6; Senses low-light vision, scent; Perception +8 DEFENSE AC 14, touch 11, flat-footed 12 (+2 Dex, +3 natural, –1 size) hp 57 (6d8+30), DR 5/evil Fort +10, Ref +7, Will +3 Resist Acid, Cold, Electricity 5 OFFENSE
STATISTICS
As the torrent of flames erupts before him, Wraxus focuses on completing the conjuring to summon forth a mighty celestial tiger to the right of the hydrodaemon, which it unleashes its wrath upon. Celestial Tiger, 12 rds remaining:
N Large animal Init +6; Senses low-light vision, scent; Perception +8 DEFENSE
OFFENSE
STATISTICS
His ally now unleashed, Wraxus lets off a simple force blast while clenching one of his arcane rods, hoping that it might unseat the elemental before him.
Having seen his crocodile dispatched with ease by the water elemental and now facing the prospect of a daemon bearing down toward him, Wraxus backs up a good deal, then begins to chant the arcane words to call the strongest creature he can to his aid...
Identifying the horrid spell as the robed man begins his casting, Wraxus draws his arm up across his face, hoping to protect himself against the worst effects of the spell. Sadly, it has little recourse, as is mind is wracked by the magical disease. Calling on his arcane might, Wraxus begins to weave a spell with the hopes of eradicating the fog that now obstructs his vision of the field.
The crocodile continues to lash out at the strange elemental whirlpool trying to ensorcel it.
The crocodile lashes out against the new elemental, striking at the core of the whirlpool.
Croc Saves, if needed:
Wraxus' finishes the elaborate incantation, summoning into existence a celestial crocodile on the edge of the pool. The creature charges forward at the elemental, keen to serve its purpose.
Wraxus takes his crossbow in hand, considering what other threats may lurk in the deep. Celestial Crocodile, 12 rounds remaining: Crocodile CR 2 XP — N Large celestial/ fiendish animal Init +1; Senses darkvision 60 ft., low-light vision ; Perception +8 DEFENSE
OFFENSE
STATISTICS
SPECIAL ABILITIES
Hold Breath (Ex)
Sprint (Ex)
Smite evil/good
Wraxus sighs as before beginning an incantation. "Great, I get assigned to the team of mutes and madmen. Here we go..." Wraxus's hands circle and weave as he starts the lengthy arcane spell.
Wraxus takes a more aggressive posture at Ian's cursing. "Who is trying to talk in your head, that shadow in the water?!"
Watching Ian storm directly into the pool, Wraxus shrugs. "Guess not." And quaffs the first water breathing potion in his possession. He will also cast mage armor, using a charge from his lesser extend rod, granting it a 12 hour duration.
Wraxus looks down at the watery entrance. "I take it you are already familiar with what lies ahead, and so we have little need for major reconnaissance at this time?"
Wraxus smirks. "You think me a blazer, how quaint. Yes, if needs be I can wield spells that scorch and burn. Any halfwit can cast a fireball at a crowd, wounding friend and foe alike, just as a raging orc can brutally cleave with an axe. But to use skill, as your companions undoubtedly can with their blades, that requires something more... my knowledge is far more diverse, ranging from enhancing my allies to altering the terrain around me. But, I am perhaps most skilled at conjuring allies from the Realms Beyond to do my bidding... Shall I be ready with some celestial sharks for this aquatic foray?"
Wraxus salutes Master Isul before stepping forward toward the assembled group. "Pleasure, to meet you all. This city is my home, and its defense is my charge. In this duty I have seen many places and faced my share of danger. I doubt I'd be given such an assignment as this had I not." Looking down at the two vials still resting in his left hand, he slips them into a pocket of his jacket before continuing. "Given the nature of these potions, shall I assume we will be getting a bit wet?" Despite his obvious orcish heritage, Wraxus is eloquent, well mannered, and stands with a distinctly straight posture. Appearance: Stocky and a bit short to be a human, Wraxus would easily be considered the runt of an orc tribe. Lucky for him, he spent precious little of his life in such a setting. Wraxus' flesh is pale gray, with a touch of green visible in bright sunlight. His eyes are a dark crimson red, which many find unsettling, and thus lend a monstrous force to his formal and eloquent voice when he speaks. His canines are rather small for a half-orc, but still protrude from his lower lip. His dark brown hair he keeps cropped to a couple inches in length, and in recent months he has begun to wear a matching beard (as has come into fashion in the city). A majority of his flesh is adorned with strange, forbidden runes. Though clothing covers much of them, they still sneak up his neck and down his wrists to the tops of his hands. Wraxus traditionally wears a dark red leather coat that comes to just above his knees atop a simple white shirt, with dark gray breeches and black leather boots. Though not a skilled swordsman of any sort, Wraxus has taken to carrying his late father's buckler on his left wrist. A simple dagger on his belt and a crossbow on his back are his only obvious weapons, although the iron shod cane he carries works exceptionally well as a cudgel. Perhaps most interestingly, Wraxus is accompanied at all times by Ynox, his familiar.
I made a few updates and clarifications in my history and dramatis personae, to help expand on Wraxus' relationships within the city. Good luck all.
Was writing late into the night, so it might have gotten a bit muddy. Yes, Wraxus' mother is his "closest connection", that commoner type you requested. The others are to help flesh out Wraxus' connection to the city.
Still working on spell selection, but I would like to submit Wraxus Drake, a half-orc wizard (conjurer) for consideration. @DM Ascension, please feel free to ask any questions. Best of luck to all!
Like Hexa, there isn't a lot in the Void-Master at Rank 1. So: Ballistic Skill I: 100
Wraxus had remained resolute through much of the engagement with the Witches, yet as their wailing reaches a cacophonic climax, the otherworldly effects of their warp-magic tears through his body and mind, unleashing flashbacks of pain and anguish, back to his creation in the genitor labs.
As the darkness engulfs their company, Wraxus' nerves stay cold as ice. "The darkness, what, a child's attempts to shake our resolve?" As designed, his helmet's integrated photo-visor activates, allowing him a clear view of the otherwise space-dark chamber. As he acclimates to the altered form of sight, he fingers slide across the handle of his autogun, preparing for any situation.
Congratulations, good sir! My wife and I have kept ourselves limited to the furry variety thus far, so I can offer little in the way of advice.
Despite his relative lack of social acumen, thanks to the strict and formal military culture of Kurdran III, Wraxus is used to the occasional need to adopt the formal role of a military officer and glad hand with the masses. Stowing his 'active duty kit' (including his armoured greatcoat, helm, autogun, and assault stubber), he dons the dress uniform of Kurdran III's aerial elite: a short black double-breasted military jacket with brushed nickel buttons, pale grey details, and tails. Beneath it lies a black silk dress shirt and the only articles of colour for the uniform - a crimson red vest and tie, though only the knot of the tie is visible above the coat's neckline. Several braided chains of an undetermined metal hang diagonally across his chest, and on his belt are visible both his power sword and his Tigrus pattern bolt pistol. In a boot he also secures a small mono-dagger, and his armsman stub pistol is concealed on his back left hip.
------- Having noted the aggressively brutal warcraft, Wraxus keeps himself on guard as he moves about the gala, keeping an eye for anyone who might fit his mind's description of the owner of such a vessel. A pirate or raider, or worse, one who has given in to the lure of the Dark Powers. The nature of this dinner has changed considerably indeed. As the opportunity presents itself, he will consult both Nimina and Iota, informing them of the background the the 3rd vessel's design and its possible ties to chaos.
Haha, the old X-Men cartoon, I had a mad crush on Rogue back then. But what hot-blooded lad didn't?!
I just implemented a similar system in the Pathfinder game I run, for the exact same reason, so I'm totally on board.
Wraxus has little skill at information gathering, yet does know one source for reliable intel - the hangar bays. Or more specifically, the teams who work there, unloading cargo, doing minor repairs, refueling vessels, and the like. Hunting his way from the berths for major interstellar vessels to these lesser locales, Wraxus will talk with those crews, as well as any passing pilots, regarding activity in Footfall.
Wraxus let's out a sigh from the back of the room. "Such little intelligence on the eve of walking into the lion's den... never bodes well. An impressive escort may set the tone that you mean business. Many eyes to keep you covered. And, should things turn less than civilized, we are available to restore order. And between now and then, we learn what we can regarding the origin and strengths of these other rogue traders."
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