[Adventure] The Sibylline Idol (Judge covaithe)

[Walking Dad]

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Sounds good to me, too. My friend Amicus (doesn't 'amicus' means 'friend' in latin ?!)
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[EvolutionKB]

Rurdev

Rurdev's eyes go to the eladrin that enters behind them. "Who are y-y-you?" he says, hand going to the hilt of his sword.

 

[Graf]

Amicus steps up to the house.

He's a eladrin obviously from the imperium; he has the sterotypical blond hair, hook nose and the sleeveless tabard (worn over plate mail). He's slighter in build and shorter than Riardon.

He carries a simple spear and a shield with the mark of Palladys. His hair was cropped short, but has apparently been growing for a month now giving him a shaggy mien.

He speaks casually with a warm smile.
[sblock=Imperial/Eladrin/Elvin]Riardon! You've come to the main isle! How fantastic![/sblock]

He switchs to Allarian, which he speaks haltingly Greetings Friends of Riardon!

 

[Graf]

Rurdev's eyes go to the eladrin that enters behind them. "Who are y-y-you?" he says, hand going to the hilt of his sword.

Amicus quickly raises his hands a few inches, to show his palms, in (what he thinks is) a universal gesture of peace. I am Amicus, who always serves the gods and was to be a questos. Now I seek my own truths.

Somewhat unnecessarily he gestures toward Riardon. We are known to each other.

 

[Voda Vosa]

Wrong thread, lol.-

 

[Walking Dad]

"Yes, Amicus is a trusted friend of me. Good to see you. Let's wait for our host. Maybe he will hire a man of your capabilities, too." Riardon says to Amicus, reassuring the shifter.

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[sblock=Mini stat block]
Riardon
Perception: 16 Insight: 11 Low-light Vision
AC 17 Fortitude 15 Reflex 14 Will 13
Hit Points: 24 / 24 Bloodied: 12
Temporary Hit Points: 0
Resist: -
Saving Throw: +5 vs Charm
Action Points: 1 Second Wind: 1
Healing Surge:6 Surges per day: 8 / 8
Encounter Powers: Inspiring Word 2/2, Scorching Burst, Warlords Favor, Feystep
Daily Powers: Lead the Attack

Condition: -
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[Gameforged]

"Well certainly you haven't hear of Dalzim Zalimock, the magnificent, if it's true by your looks that you come from Imperium." the gnome let's his book aside and shows a wide smile. "Do not worry, if as Riardon says, our host decides to hire you, then you'll have plenty of opportunities to watch me earn my title."

 

[Graf]

An Imperial in Daunton

[sblock=OOCseudo latin]Yeah, its all bad latin. I don't speak it, so it strikes the right balance for me.
If somebody does and it's killing them to read it (people's weird pseudo-Japanese sometimes makes me crazy) I can cut back.

Given Amicus' weird family history I figured that they named him something that would encourage good behavior. In America we occasionally name kids Chastity, etc.

(I should name my next kid fortitude, and then I could call the rest Will, Reflex and... hm... I don't think I could get "armor class" past the wife...

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You are working for someone? A provincialis*, I mean.... a person from the locality? This seems to pique his interest.
[sblock=*]Imperial for "a provincial". Imperials use it for all people who aren't from the prime isolate, their central capital.[/sblock]

Amicus stands somewhat uncomfortably in the doorway for a minute, before entering the building and sitting stiffly.

He leans forward and looks at Dalzim. I am pleased to make your acquaintance. May I ask... you are a gnomin? From where do you hail? Why are you magnificent? Is it a common title among your people?

 

[stonegod]

The heavily robed warforged puts the books down, its dark hood only giving the slightest glance to the newcomer. Instead, he just stood with its hands folded at its waist, waiting. Smoke occasionally wafted from where the fingers met.

 

[EvolutionKB]

Rurdev

"Some s-s-scholar," Rurdev answered the newcomer. "S-s-speaking of..." Rurdev leaves his place in the sitting area, and walks toward the kitchen, looking for their host.