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"Not to worry. I'd rather do this than get us all killed." Rorworr smiles to Arani, before turning to Vor'en. He passes his bowcaster over to the soldier, along with his bandoleer of ammunition. "Be careful with that. The trigger's a touch sensitive, and it doesn't take jolts all that well...

Rorworr scowls at Arani's suggestion, but after several moments of thought he eventually nods. "It seems like the best plan we've got, and I like it just marginally more than Kelko's shaving idea..." He agrees reluctantly. "Just don't expect me to bow down to too many Imperials, or there'll...

Rorworr groans despairingly at Arani's comment. "That's not the first time you've said that..." He says, sounding slightly apprehensive. "Let me make this quite clear, I am never wearing a dress again, no matter how good the reason. So, let's hear it. What's the plan?"

Rorworr pats Dorn on the shoulder, recognising his uncertainty. "Don't worry, she's fine. We've all kept an eye out for her." He says quietly. "Not that the last few years have been easy. But I'm willing to guess you already know that..." Grabbing whatever handhold is in reach, Rorworr...

Firing a final quarrel at the Imperial speeder, Rorworr turns back to the group. "Kelko and 'Rani have got the right idea. Let's get out of here, and maybe we can loose them in the crowds." He looks doubtfully at his bowcaster as he says this, then shrugs. "And I'd just better hope there are...

"Well, I could always see if this could punch some hole in the speeder." Rorworr hefts the bowcaster menacingly, slotting another quarrel into place. "Dorn, good to see you again. Once we're clear of the boys in white, I'd like to know where you've been hiding out for the last dozen years or...

A little surprised by the effectiveness of his shot, Rorworr blinks rapidly to clear the glowing afterimage of the bolt from his vision. Rolling up to one knee, he uses the crate for cover and fires off another bolt from his bowcaster, growling loudly. He looks a little surprised by the sudden...

"Damn cheek. I'll show them exotic animals..." Rorworr mutters, shuffling himself round in the box so he can load his bowcaster. He awkwardly braces the weapon against his shoulder, and waits to see if anyone opens his crate...

Folded didn't really begin to cover the position Rorworr was in, but what else could you expect when you crammed two meter Wookiee into a rather small crate? Yet despite this discomfort, Rorworr is happily engaged in upgrading Emtee's speaker systems. He clips a new component into place, then...

Thanks 'Rani :) I've added the extra skill point to Intimidate, and fixed his ranged attack and SQ. Hooray! :) Of course, speaking as either a fur suit or a CGI, I don't really see aging as all that much of an issue... ;) Plus there's the fact of the rather longer Wookiee life-span.

Rorworr: Male Wookiee Scout 6; Init +1 (+1 Dex); Defense 15 (+4 class, +1 Dex); Spd 10m; VP/WP 50/14; Atk +7 melee (1d6+3 Martial arts), +5 ranged (3d10/19-20, bowcaster) or (3d6, blaster pistol); SQ Wookiee Rage, Extraordinary Recuperation, Heart +1, Trailblazing, Uncanny Dodge (Dex bonus to...

I'm here, I've just been having log-in problems :( Still, after repeated vicious cookie purges, it all seems to be working again :) I'll get my stats worked up and posted a little later this evening. I'm going to need someone to check them over for me though, as I don't have a copy of the...

I wouldn't say crashed. More used it to remodel the landscape... Good to see that the tradition of mooching off one's rich friends is alive and well :D Some nice ideas here. Early Rebellion Era sounds like a lot of fun, and just the sort of environment that a roguish Wookiee would find...

I'd love for this game to continue, but ultimately the choice is down to the you, the GM. I know full well just how difficult it can be to keep running a game you've lost interest in, or become disheartened with. Don't let us push you into keeping the game going if you really want to finish...

Rorworr watches Arani make her way through the crowd, then looks thoughtfully at Lord Apollinari. "If I was Dorn, I'd get here quickly..." He says simply, before turning back to Vor'en and Kelko. "So, what do you two make of the security in here? Anything or anyone saying stay on guard, or...

Rorworr matches Arani's pace, falling in step alongside his friend. "Yes, I'm sure they'll catch us up soon enough." He offers Arani his arm, catching Kelko's eye as he glances over the noblewoman's head. His look contains a trace of worry, and he mouths the words "Where are they?" to the...

"Maybe we're not looking for a spy." Rorworr suggests. "If there's a bounty hunter present, maybe he's not here to hunt just big game, if you get my drift? "Oh, and you look fabulous as always, Arani. Almost as good as me..." He grins, taking his hat off as he sweepingly bows to the young...

Rorworr follows Vor'en and Arani's example, quickly changing into his garb for the ball. He pushes his hat to a jaunty angle, and, whistling tunelessly, makes his way back into the lounge. Flopping down onto a chair, he looks over to Kelko. "So, did the Baron and his friends have much of...

"Huh, and I thought the Baron would be the one to watch." Rorworr provides commentary on Kelko's game to his friends. He watches for a moment more before returning his attention to 'Rani and Sia. Or more precisely, what's on the table between the noblewoman and Jedi. "Ooh, food!" A...

"Oh yeah, you can count on us to burst the bubbles of any delusions of grandeur you get. No worries there." Rorworr says mildly to Arani, before winking at Sia. He sips his lum, watching the game of trin sticks with interest. "They're really going to fleece him, aren't they?" He observes...