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Initiative plus 1 (I'll use it now) (1d20 9 1=27) Also, can we send you custom tokens for maps? If you think it's too much of a hassle, or you don't care to, that's fine; I just have one. Attached for your discretion.

Balth listens from where he is and hears the magical report, nodding. He slips off his snowshoes, leaving them where they are, and slings his bow over his shoulder, removing his fingerless gloves. He climbs onto the ship, and towards the hole, peering in to see what he can discover. He slowly...

Balth half-jumps at the combination of seeing the man frozen in the ice, but also when Larinza shouts over the distance between them. He scans around quickly, looking for possible attack. He stands, turns his head towards the group, and points downward ominously at the patch of ice he just...

Balth treks back slowly to the sleds. He pulls down the fur covering his mouth, and his breath forms into a wispy cloud as he breathes out. He says quietly, Can't make out what unroosted the birds, the way they're pecking at the ice, I have a feeling there might be remains of the crew there...

From the posting within 1 day of you posting? I thought that was in the original post? Or am I horribly confused? Balth freezes in his tracks, and puts up his hand, hoping the others stop. OOC: I lump this stuff as OOC so folks can get a 'feel' for the character, but obviously cannot act...

Balth kept himself bundled in his furs, pulling one up over his nose and mouth while another one was wrapped around his neck. He seemed to be having trouble adjusting to the gloves they had given him. There were no fingers! He was still cold, but not as cold as the night before. He was out...

Balth cocks his head a moment. Although my accuracy with a bow could be called magic, and my voice with the lute may be compared to that of a s-s-siren, I am no arcanist, j-j-just a mere ranger and bard, friend, he says, smiling although still freezing. He watched one of the sailors curse as...

Balth, now dressed in not only his forest garb, but a slew of pelts including a skin cap on his head and a tail of some sort wrapped around his neck, peers up at the sky when the Captain poses his question. Teeth chattering, he turns to the others to see what they think. He clambors over to...

Balth grins broadly as Janus walks away and shouts over the deckhands and tide lapping against the shoreline, "Well, met, Janus! Twas the last Wizard I found myself with that did this!" He holds up the cloak, grinning. "But I have a feeling already that you take more care!" He leans past so...

“Excuse me, friend? I can help but noticing your plight, may I offer assistance? I know a quick ritual that will have that cloak fixed in no time at all.” Janus offers. That's very kind of you... I'm sorry, I don't think I caught your name friend. I am Baltharial Landdowin Brinjairrand. He...

Balth clucks his tongue and bites his finger as a drop of blood forms on his thumb. Light! This will be the death of me, he says absentmindedly as he glances up to see the two men talking as the ship sets sail. He's about twenty feet away, and smiles and nods to the men as he continues...

Ah, thanks, friend, I will do just that. Balth says as he didn't even see the man there. Edgar's Essentials, he had said. He'll attempt to quickly make his way downtown and see about obtaining a second cloak, needle and thread himself to take with him. Going to have to pass the time traveling...

Balth sheepishly grins at the Captain and as he brushes out of the room, he quickly follows behind. Captain...Torion, was it? To expedite matters, do you have someone on board good with needle and thread? I'd imagine if you have nets and the like, the obvious answer would be yes. I need to...

Balth fills out the form. Name: Baltharial Landdowin Brinjairrand. (Balth for short) Age: 42 Occupation: Singer/Entertainer/Adventurer Extraordinaire. Last employer: Church of Lauto in apprehension of a Mr. Hoofchew. Prior employment: Town of Winterhaven, Salvana Wrafton's Inn. Hired for a...

The door bangs open as a tall, lithe elf with a burnt cloak, blonde hair and a scar running from the bottom of his jaw up into the hairline of his long golden locks bursts into the room. You can see the bulge of a quiver and a from under the cloak, and a hardwood lute slung over the front of...

OOC: Ah, sorry, didn't see him leave. Thank you! :D

Balth walks over to Wilment, and bows with a performer's flourish. Balthariel Landowin Brinjairrand at your service. Balth for short, he says with a slight smile. I wish to be of assistance if you need it. He eyes the others. I have use of a bow, my arrows are sharp and my tongue is...

If someone wants a striker for babies, I'm game. Otherwise I will head to the Harbourmaster. Balth would prefer helping in a game like that of one with a despondant mother, but I will go wherever I am needed. Hmm, rereading that, I don't think that came out quite right ;) Balth hesitates...

Could always substitute a controller with another striker *grin* (I'm always picked last for baseball!!!! *cries* heh) Balth watches Raiyek mockingly buff his armor, and offers a patch of his burnt cloak, but then mockingly gets sad when he realizes it won't do much. With a mischevous glint...