"I dun like talkin' any more than I have to, so I'm not goin' into the whole thing until a couple more folks show up. Fer now I'll tell ya that a small town by the name of Hilgrund is havin' some trouble. They're bein' hit hard by goblin raiders, and apparently there's something strange goin' on with the wildlife too."
"Something strange with the wildlife?" Growl muses. "I must investigate this. Goblins and nature amiss demand my attention."
OOC: I'd love to figure out a way to get KenHood's new character into the group.
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The gnome finishes the bottle of whiskey and hurls it against the wall.
He scowls...
Maybe he just continues scowling...
Or maybe he's smiling...
Uh, with all those scars, it's hard to tell.
With a growl, he pulls out a cigarette and lights it. A long drag turns the entire stick of tobacco into ash. He lights another cigarette off the end of the first, then allows the smoke to dribble from his mouth, while he sucks it into his nose.
"Godfrey ***** Daniels, ladies and gentlemen," the gnome says, "What is this ***** world comin' to? When Hacker Brass says 'Jump', people reply, 'How high?' It is a sad ***** state of affairs, when the most gods-***** interestin' gnome in the world, can't even get the ***** time of day in a tavern, in the middle of the big ***** city! I tell you what, I am goin' to close my eyes and count to three. When I'm done, if nobody offers me a gods-***** job and nobody else demonstrates the testicular fortitude to join my ***** party, then I am gonna dig in my little black backpack and pull out my little black book, and I am gonna write down the name of every person into whose ***** I shove my little black boot!"
"ONE!"
Hacker's Character Sheet
He's still a work in progress, but I've finished the fluff. I reckon he'll be ready to go by the time we start an adventure. Hacker Brass! See? Your character already KNOWS Hacker Brass.
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Veruzak laughs at the little abomination, if only it was as intelligent as it was nasty... There's a seat open over here, next to those who will be as gods. the Eladrin smiles, it was just a matter of time now...
Pulling out a couple of forms, Veruzak hands one to each of the members, and begins to fill one out himself. The first step to having a properly recognized society, is paperwork. We still need a name. Please sign your name under members list, if you have to run along have fun...
With the paperwork started, the formation of something was official, and if one of these two didn't give a name for it, Veruzak would name it.
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If no one comes up with a decent name, or some mild direction for the arcane society to head, Veruzak will start filling in the blanks.
I'll note the society as a Tag on Veruzak's sheet, as well as make a wiki entry for it when I get the time. Maybe even post a note in the Screamer...
7 Rabbit looks towards the paperwork. Then he looks towards the gnome. Then he looks towards the paperwork.
"Whatever name you want will be fine," he says. "Let me know when our first meeting is. You can leave a message at the bar. Excuse me. Mr. Brass! Mr. Brass! Hello! I'll be in your party!"
He rushes across the room and skids to a halt at the gnome's feet, panting. When he catches his breath, he continues, "After I make sure the combination is auspicious, of course. Please tell the circumstances of your birth - the date, time, location, and anything you can remember about the disposition of the stars and planets at the time."
After getting no reply, Kruk shrugs his shoulders, leaves the group and then strides with purpose up to the bar to collect his drinks. He shouts to Grim as he raises his ale, "to dragon slayers!" He then glups it down and flags down the bartender for another ale. He asks "any news of the group who left earlier dealing with a zombie threat."
There's a seat open over here, next to those who will be as gods. the Eladrin smiles, it was just a matter of time now...
Hacker holds out a hand, which the bartender promptly fills with a shotglass of whiskey. The gnome takes another drag on his cigarette, then removes it from his mouth, holding it in the same hand as the shotglass. He exhales a cloud of smoke.
"Son, I've already been a god. And let me tell you, while it was nice, it ain't all it was cracked up to be."
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"Let me know when our first meeting is. You can leave a message at the bar. Excuse me. Mr. Brass! Mr. Brass! Hello! I'll be in your party!"
"Wellllll, now," says Hacker with a bow, "Howdy-do, friend. I reckon that clankin' noise I hear when you're a-walkin' is your big, brass pair."
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He rushes across the room and skids to a halt at the gnome's feet, panting. When he catches his breath, he continues, "After I make sure the combination is auspicious, of course. Please tell the circumstances of your birth - the date, time, location, and anything you can remember about the disposition of the stars and planets at the time."
"*****, partner, any combination involving ole' Hacker Brass is guaranteed to be auspicious, suspicious, superstitious, salubrious, and any other multi-syllabic word ending in '-ious' that you can possibly imagine. Now, seeing as you're from the Valley of Bone, where--I might mention--I once served as a human sacrifice, I understand your need for the astrological and numerological influences regarding the event of my nativity. However, the multitudinous vicissitudes of my fate have conspired to make such arcane knowledge inaccessible, indeed..."
He pauses to light another cigarette and take a drag.
"...even ***** unknowable. For I knew my mother and father only as a pair of skeletons in an abandoned hut on an unnamed island that now lies at the bottom of the sea. As I was raised by badgers, whom you may or may not know have little to no formalized means of categorizing the seasons and years, I fear I cannot offer even an educated guess regarding the circumstances surrounding my birth. *****, partner, it wasn't until after I was enslaved by them gods-***** reprobates of the Imperium that I even learned what a calendar was."
By now, the gnome is sitting on top of the bar. He leans back, dragging again at this cigarette, appraising 7 Rabbit as he savours the smoke.
After getting no reply, Kruk shrugs his shoulders, leaves the group and then strides with purpose up to the bar to collect his drinks.
"Hold on there, pal. Let a man finish his drink." Yelder finishes off his ale, wipes his mouth again, and addresses the gathering crowd, "Alright, who's all interested? Don't know if I can take all of you; the mayor's gold can only stretch so far."
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So, naturally first priority goes to people who aren't currently playing in another adventure. So that leaves us with this:
I would be willing to take on a sixth (although I rather not), who would be whichever one of the controllers didn't get picked up or Hacker. If you guys want to settle this among yourselves, in or out of character, go ahead. Otherwise I'll figure out some way of handling it.
A halfling steps quietly through the door as the wild gnome finishes his boisterous speech. She can't help but roll her eyes at the spectacle as she decides it's not worth any more of her attention, and then joins Kruck and the bugbear for a celebratory drink.
We'll be in contact... Veruzak makes a note of the new members names, stands, and laying down some coin, walks through the portal into The Drowned Man.
7 Rabbit looks impressed and bewildered. "Badgers? I don't think the prophecy said anything about badgers. But a lot of it was hard to follow..." He pulls out an intricately carved rod and begins counting off symbols, sliding a leather handgrip up and down as he does. "I'll put you down as a possibility for the Leader, for now. Or maybe the Trickster, in case you're making all that up." He scrawls a few notes on a scroll with charcoal, shoves it back into a pouch, then looks up brightly. "Now that that's settled, where's the adventure?"
A name eh? answers Xavfire to Veruzak, as his eyes get a lost look on them, as he tries to think of anything that could be fitting for such a group.
Nothing comes to my mind for now, but I'd be glad to help with the paperwork needed to create it. I'm still tired from my trip here so I won't be going anywhere for a week or so. We should have everything ready by then.
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char template block ... I'm still too lazy to write Xavfire down in L4W format. A shame since so many adventures seem to be starting
"Hold on there, pal. Let a man finish his drink." Yelder finishes off his ale, wipes his mouth again, and addresses the gathering crowd, "Alright, who's all interested? Don't know if I can take all of you; the mayor's gold can only stretch so far."
Kruk heasr Yelder and instead of bringing an ale Grim and himself, he buys one for the whole group. He tries his best to bring the six mugs without spilling the ale, but in passing them out to everyone, accidently spills a little on Grim. "Sorry Grim. I'm Kruk. What's this I hear about goblins. I can speak for the bugbear here (pointing at Grim). He he can hurt ya with those twin bastards swords of his. I've seen him in action. What can we do for ya sir!," Kruk states as he adjusts his plate armor as he sits on his chair.
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yes, I'd like to be a part of this group...thanks THB. I also reached level 3, character is being submitted for approval tonight.
The young noble man walks into the crowded tavern, moving his head around as if he was looking for someone or thing. "I need something to do around here", he muttered under his breath. He slowly walks up to a table and sits down. "I guess I'll have to wait", he thought.
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My character hasn't been approved yet, but if anyone wants to start a adventure for some noobs to D&D like me, please invite me to join
"Yes... goblins. I'd like to get my hands on a few of those scrawny good-for-nothing runts, and I can't think of anyone better to do that with than Kruk."
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Grim
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Init: +3
Perception: 12 Insight: 12
HP: 30 Bloodied: 15 Surge Value: 7 Surges: 7
AC: 16 NAD: 15/14/12 Speed:6
AP:1 Second Wind:not used
MBA: +1 Lifedrinking Bastard Sword +8 vs AC 1d10+5
Hunter's Quarry
Twin Strike
Hit and Run Predatory Eye
Off-hand Strike Jaws of the Wolf Hunter's Privilege
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Init: 2 Speed: 5
Perception: 14 Insight: 19
AC: 16 NAD: 12/13/17
HP: 24 Bloodied: 12
Surge Value:6 Surges: 8
Second Wind: Not used
MBA: Dagger +3 vs AC; 1d4+0
RBA: Dagger +5 vs AC; 1d4+2
Astral Seal
Sacred Flame
Gaze of Defiance Bane
Healer's Mercy
Healing Word x2
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Alek takes his drink, nods his head in thanks and says "I am very interested in this problem." He brings sipping at the brew as he waits for more information from Yelder. Opening his pack he stores his coin pouch at the bottom of the pack and closes it.
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Maybe I should have dark red as my character's speech
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Alek Nethendal stat block
Alek Nethendal- Male Human Warlock 1
Passive Perception: 12, Passive Insight: 15
AC:15, Fort:15, Reflex:15, Will:14 -- Speed:6
HP:30/30, Bloodied:15, Surge Value:7, Surges left:10/10
Initiative +0
Action Points: 1 <> Second Wind
Powers: Dire Radiance, Eldritch Blast, Eldritch Strike, Vampiric Embrace, Flames of Phelgethos
A tall, black-haired elf comes through the door. He wears plate armor traced with faint designs which, upon closer inspection, appear to actually be frost forming on the metal. On his hip is a bastard sword, on his back a shield and a pair of javelins, and those who recognize the paladin notice the lack of his usual white tabard and maroon cloak. Carried in his right hand is a large, sturdy canvas bag filled with something heavy, which is apparently somewhat wet. Moisture soaks the bottom of the bag and drips onto the floor periodically.
"Hail. I am Raiyek Meliam, paladin of Palladys." He hesitates for a moment, then asks, "Is there a wizard here? I need a little ... help." It seems the elf is reluctant to ask for whatever help he needs.
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Just to be clear, this is NOT an adventure recruitment.
You see, Raiyek needs a wizard because he recently went diving in a sewer and can't get all of the sewage out of his old cloak and armor. He's decided to try the magic route instead of yet more elbow grease and river water to get the nastiness out of his old gear
The elegant young man tells the barman to bring two jugs of ale. He holds one in his hands and lifts his sturdy long sword up to the air and says, "Cheers for the adventures to come and fulfilling our duty as good abiding citizens!". Lephisto looked around for people who would be keen for an adventure, but found none in his sight. He remains in his chair, waiting for the opportunity to arise.
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I hope there's an adventure soon, I am so keen to learn how to play DnD!
"I'll put you down as a possibility for the Leader, for now. Or maybe the Trickster, in case you're making all that up."
"Partner, it gods-***** near breaks my ***** heart that you would question the authenticity of my bona fides. While I confess to the occassional embellishment or hyperbole (as does any good storyteller), I assure you that my assertions fall within the general vicinity of veracity. Indeed, any resemblence to actuality is not coincidental, because my statements not only have acquaintance with truth or even a warm familiarity, but are indeed its kissing cousin."
Hacker lights another cigarette.
"Now, seeing as I have led many a ***** man to gods-***** glory and ignominy, victory and defeat, fame and infamy, and the endless combinations thereof, I most humbly suggest that the possibility of Leader be a certainty. While I do rule with an iron fist, I seem to recollect a velvet glove somewhere in my backpack, which I use on occassion."
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He scrawls a few notes on a scroll with charcoal, shoves it back into a pouch, then looks up brightly. "Now that that's settled, where's the adventure?"
"Now that's a good, gods-***** question, of which I am in dire need of a ***** answer. It has been my general experience that one enters an establishment such as this and kicks up enough *****, adventure pops up like angry pimp seeking recompensation from his drabs, but it is a ***** sad state of affairs when I find a sleepy bunch of ***** ***** *****, not even motivated by the promise of an un-*****-flinching brawl."
Hacker's instrument is placed in his hands by the bartender. The gnome begins plucking strings.
"Therefore, I suggest Plan B. It has been my experience, that if I inebriate myself to the point of ***** coma, I often awaken in the midst of adventure, quite often still wearing my clothes and my full purse of coin. Seein' as this fine establishment serves alcoholic beverages of a faintly tolerable sort, I would recommend that you join me."
TwoHeadsBarking
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I would be willing to take on a sixth (although I rather not), who would be whichever one of the controllers didn't get picked up or Hacker.
Carolina drinks with Kruk and Grim, and stifles a giggle as the paladin makes his request, knowing full-well his intentions.
Then to those at the table, she speaks. "I think I'll leave the goblins for you. I'm staying here for a bit to see if I can't learn more of this X fellow. He's quite got me irritated, to say the least."
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Ren says he's working on a sequel, so I'm gonna wait here for that one to develop.
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