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Okay Thinking a Halfling Oracle that was raised a slave...
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I've Always had a soft spot for the Talenta plain Halflings and there dinosaurs.. and there are plenty of ways to get a dinosaur companion. (Druid, Maddog Barbarian, Hunter, Sacred Huntsmaster Inquisitor, Wild Child Brawler. If you're willing to wait till 4th level, Saurian Domain Cleric, Nature Oracle and ranger all deliver one as well.) I considered all of the above but settled on the druid, and figured if you're going to be a druid with a dinosaur you might as well be a dinosaur shaman. While I'm at it I had taken average roll for wealth... do you prefer us to roll?
Hello, I am really interested in getting into an Eberron Game... been years since I played there. I would like to submit Gerryt Plainsman a Halfling native to the talenta plains, currently employed by house Jorasco, and his mount Glen the Clawfoot . Background Blurb: Nineteen years ago in the halfling city of Gatherhold a young Noble of house Jorasco met a young barbarian lass. Despite the fact that the noble was married and a prominent member in his halfling house, he was taken by the savage beauty of the young Talenta Plains maiden. An affair soon followed and subsequently hidden and written off as a youthful indiscretion. Gerrytt Plainsman is the product of this union. Gerrytt was raised by his mother amongst the Nomadic Halfling tribes of the Talenta plains and has only met his father a handful of time. While his father will not claim him publicly (out of fear of what knowledge of his past affair would do to both his reputation and marriage), his father has arranged a role for the young halfling in house Jorasco. More out of curiosity than anything else the young halfling has taken up his fathers offer and finds himself traveling outside of the Talenta Plains for the first time in his life. He has no idea why his father has arranged for him to travel to Stillstone Holt, but he's enjoying seeing so many different places in his travels.
Here's my first entry. Hope you like it let me know if anything needs polishing or fixing. Ailbe Gruiag O'canail, Lupus, Theurge, Silverfang Story:
Ailbe Gruiag O'canaill is a young lanky man with shockingly light colored hair and complexion. While appearing to be around 20 years old, he is in reality an 8 year old wolf, that due to his Were-heritage has been given the chance to learn about the human world.
Raised in the dense forests of Upper Peninsula Michigan, Alby's first two years of life were spent blissfully unaware of his connection to human kind. He had known that his father could somehow make himself look like one of the humans but it never occurred to him as a young pup to question this. The first time Ailbe changed into a human himself, it was strange and scary to him, but he also realized that this made him more like his father. Knowing that Ailbe had more potential then simply being a wolf his father first gave him a human name and then entrusted Ailbe into the care of Ailbe's Grandmother Diedre O'canaill. A respected and wizened Silver fang theurge in her own right she has spent the last six years teaching Ailbe how to blend in with human society and what his role in Garou culture is. Recently Deidre has lost track of one of her friends from her younger days and has decided to send Ailbe to the “Old Country”. She figures this will be a much needed chance for him to stretch his legs and learn some things for himself. Having written a letter of introduction for Ailbe and arranging a one way escort for him in the form of her personal totem spirit, she sent the boy off into a rainbow bridge armed with little more than the phone number and address to her house. Attribute:
Physical: Strength: 2 ; Dexterity:2 ;Stamina :2
Social: Charisma: 4; Manipulation: 3; Appearance: 3 Mental: Perception:4; Intelligence:2; Wits: 2 Abilities:
Talents Alertness: 1 Athletics: 2 Brawl: 2 Empathy: 1 Expression: 1 Intimidation: 1 Leadership: 1 Primal Urge: 3 Subterfuge: 1 Skills
Knowledges
Gifts:
Sense Prey: The hunter’s player rolls Perception + Primal-Urge. The difficulty is 7 in wilderness environments and 9 in urban environments. Success indicates the location of enough prey to feed a large pack. In the case of multiple sources, the Gift guides the werewolf to the nearest source (although not necessarily the easiest or safest). Sense Wyrm: The player rolls Perception + Occult. The difficulty depends on the concentration and strength of the Wyrm’s influence. Sensing a single fomor in the next room would be difficulty 6, while detecting the stench of a Bane that was in the room an hour ago would be difficulty 8. Vampires register as Wyrm-tainted, save those with Humanity Traits of 7 or higher. Spirit Speech: Once learned, this Gift allows the Garou to understand the communication of spirits intuitively. Particularly alien spirits may be difficult — or, in the case of many Banes, outright painful — to understand. Backgrounds:
Kinfolk: 2 Ailbe often misses his mundane pack in The America's. Even if his mother is a simple wolf who will never understand human society she is still his mother. Pure-breed: 3 Ailbe has had his human lineage drilled into his head over the past six years by his grandmother. Personally he could care less who his ancestors were and how many of them were kings from various countries. Still he seems to be treated kindly by many of the older Garou because of this. Resources: 1 Ailbe's grandmother has gifted him a small allowance. He has very little idea what to do with it though. Rites: 3 Ailbe has spent many hours with his grandmother learning not just the manners of humans but also his spiritual role as a Theurge within Werewolf society. Totem: 5 It is the role of the theurge to be the mediator between the spirit world and his pack and tribe. Ailbe takes this role very seriously and as such has found many spirits to be amenable to his entreaties.
Extras:
Rage: 2 Gnosis: 6 Willpower: 8
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4)people that are tied to your PC by blood, love, rivalry, honor, etc.
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Iv'e got a real life game of WotR right now. I have decided I hate Mythic rules... the power level is silly. We had the GM decide to give one of the NPC's unlimited Hit Points... We did over 600 hit points 0f damage in 3 rounds of combat at level 10. In real life I also have played Emerald Spire all the way through and have plans to play Reign of Winter and Mummy's mask. Currently I am running a Serpents Skull game as well (My players are in the 3rd book). Willing to run
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keeping an eye on this.
Leadra Hellion
Backstory:
Personality: Cruel and harsh yet not unfair. Leadra enjoys seeing others suffer... especially hen the suffering is their own fault. Description: Blonde Hair Blue Eyes... 5'2"... built like a dancer. Tiefling traits are small horns, elf like ears and a prehensile tail...
we should prolly chill a bit... we're taking over the Gameplay thread...
Here and ready...
Well on behalf of Terrace... Let me welcome all three of you... Bently gives the small fox a little bow making sure to include in his welcome...
Bently continues talking about random eating habits of some of his friends in Terrace and why they are all wrong as he retrieves the cup and loaf of bread from the counter wandering off to find something to fill said cup with.
What have you been doing for your living in this city Bently? well just scraping by... For awhile I was a server here... but Harold doesn't like people giving away free stuff... for awhile I was a courier... but short legs... at one point I picked up trash... but wasn't very strong... tried singing on the streets once... that didn't end well... I had a job in one of the estated in the North District for a little bit... but apparently I talk too much... So a little bit of everything I guess...
Trini I did grow up in the South District... Now the test that Daniel asks about... That I'm clueless about... Oh my shoulder... I think I'm fine Trini... Bently rotates arm while holding his right shoulder with his left hand... Just a little bit of a knot... If you wanted to massage it... No Never Mind.... I'm fine... Getting a little red faced and wanting to change topics Bently looks at the Marble in his right hand. I wonder where you cam from Mr Marble... Your so shiny... like a little mirror... Bently tilts the marble in his hands and laughs then makes some funny faces at it. You guys got to try this... depending on how you hold it it makes different parts of your face look bigger and smaller... Bently places the Marble in the hands of who ever is closest then walks over to Korunar and takes a more serious look on his face. I'm Sorry that you had to hurt those men Korunar... I never like to hurt anyone... I mean those men were someone's children once... but sometimes... we have to help people see that what they are doing hurts others... maybe some day one or two of those hood rats will see that what they are doing is wrong
Bently approaches the larger men talking... Bently grew up in the Southern District... he knows a bit about Rat's Nest and how to stay away from them. Those Hoodrats are cowards... well most of em... heard rumors there's some big ones...but they're never on the streets... ones on the streets are little ones trying to make names for themselves by picking on good folks... when it comes down to it they won't even fight if the fight looks fair... one time I was running from three of them ... imagine that three Big men to get lil ol me... but I ran into an alleyway and there was this guy there in a cloak... I told him to run... and he just smiled at me... well I vanished up quick and those hoodrats come running into the alley way chasing after me... Only instead of me they find this lone guy... Bently gets on his hands and knees where Harold fell and starts looking at the floor very intently... Now where did that last marble go?... of course hoodrats are always happy to fight you when there's three of them and only one of you... but this guy pulls a sword made out of fire from thin air... THIN AIR I TELL YOU... well those hoodrats took off running... guy never even moved towards them... they just use their numbers and plain meanness to push around the poor people in the southern part of the city...I always wondered who that guy was... I always figured he was a filigree or maybe from the Alleys... he never stuck around to tell me... just told me it was safe and continued on his way... How many jumped you Korunar?Here it is! Bently comes up holding one single silvery marble...
Deary Me... Deary My... Harold are you sure your ok? Bently picks up the cup and loaf of bread he had dropped on the ground during his dive and sets them on the counter... Oh yes... I have money... Here Harold take my money... I don't think I have ever been able to pay before... and never have you turned me away...Never sent me away hungry have you... Syrnisha you are too kind... so very nice... but no I have too pay... so much I owe Harold from over the years... I grew up in this city... When I was but a child he fed me for the first time... and never has he turned me away... nope I owe him a debt... and for the first time I have money... I must pay up... It's the right thing to do... Bently places a pouch jingling with coins into Harolds hands. GM: the Pouch contains 50 Gold
"Bently, Harold will want those bowls accounted for!" Bently pops up from behind the counter, in response to the statement, holding a cup in one hand and a loaf of bread missing a large bite in the other. MMMmmmmMMMMnnnMMM Bently takes a big swallow emptying his mouth of the hunk of bread. It's ok Trini I got PAID!!! ... I was given money to buy supplies... Oh did you see my new silk armor... came out of the abyss like it was made for me... or so the salesman said... what better way to use the rest of mmy new found funds then to come here and buy everyone lunch... Hey where's the Ale?... wait... I thought you were keeping track of how many bowls were being handed out... you do have the apron and spoon... oh man I hope Harold isn't mad... he's one of the best guys I know..."At that moment Harold walks in and bently would immediately come out from behind the counter to face the music.. Harold ...I have money... I can pay... but ...I don't know how many bowls I gave out...
...Hey is that Applejack... that's the moment when time seemed to slow down... Harold went down in a tumble... the bottle arcing in the air ... Daniel throws a cushion out the door... Bently throws himself on top of Harold in attempt to shield the much larger man with his own smaller body from the falling bottle of ale. ooc:
not really sure what kind of check to make. Here's a basic dex check thinking acrobatics... If you would prefer a reflex check add 1 to the result.
Bently finishes his soup and gathers up several of the bowls on the counter.
He trails off saying nothing in particular to no one in particular. His arms full he jumps down off of his seat uanaware of the: Marbles: He lands on the ground one of the Marbles squarely under his feet. A little dance later the halfling recovers looking a little silly but not having dropped any of the bowls.
Marbles
Price 1 sp; Weight 2 lbs. Marbles can be used to slow opponents. One 2-pound bag of marbles covers an area 5 feet square. A creature entering a square with marbles scattered on it must succeed at a DC 10 Reflex save or fall prone (the creature's stability bonus to trip applies to this save). Any creature moving at half speed or slower can pick its way through a square of marbles with no trouble. Boy who left those there?... Give me just a moment and I'll have those cleaned up before anyone hurts themselves... Us Abyss delvers have to stick together... you all look very capable... he trails off on his uninterrupted pointless nattering while busily cleaning up the marbles and bowls that people are done with.
Shaken out from his moment, of stupefaction by the sight of his first half-giant... Talks twice as much.... TALKS TWICE AS MUCH.... I TALK AT LEAST THREE OR FOUR TIMES AS MUCH AS OTHER FOLKS!!!!!.... Bently starts belly laughing at his own joke about himself. He wipes a tear from his face and takes new stock of his surroundings and starts back into his normal staccato cadence of breathless speach... Korunar Bloodaxe...well if the Name fits... I think I have seen you around town a bit... My apologies that I never said Hello before.... Just so many people to say Hi too... speaking of... Hello foxy Lady... It's funny cause she has a Fox... but it's also funny cause she's pretty... WAIT!... A dwarf without a beard... now Iv'e seen it all... Oooh will you show me how to use your crossbow... Your right she is pretty imposing... and thanks for pointing out how beautiful I am.... but I have to let you know that when it comes to romance I am more traditional... I understand your nor Traditional.. But to each their own... No Harm done... I hope you can find a fella that makes you happy sir Dwarf... While talking Bently has retrieved several more bowls... washed them... filled them and placed them in front of or into the hands of anyone currently without a bowl... even if they have just walked away from their original bowl. The last bowl he sets on the ground in front of the Fox... Placing Extra emphasis on the "F's" unFortunatlly Foxy lady You Failed to bring Forth your Furry Faced Four Footed Fox Friend Familiar.
With a quick "POP" a slight Halfling appears in the room short of breath.
While going through his little monologue Bently has gone through a small stack of bowls in the corner, selected one and washed it out. He makes his way to Trini setting his bowl down in front of her with a couple small coins seeing as this is neither his first time here or he has anything to toss in the pot... all of a sudden he seems to notice for the first time that there are people here other than Trini... Looking at Chelas Wow you are a big gnome... and that is a fancy spear chucker you got there... although you look comfortable with it... speaking of comfortable with his weapons check out the guy with the daggers... bet he didn't even realize he was caressing them... do you three need a room there... Oh and Who's your green friend there... Orc with an axe ooh I always like having an AXE WITH AN ORC around... you get it Trini... the Axe owns him... As Bently is laughing at his own joke he backs into Taunk by accident and turns around and for the first time since walking into the room goes quiet. His gaze slowly climbs the body of the Half Giant standing inches from him and when his head is tilted up as far as it can go he whispers What are you? |