Sebastian's Lost Vault of Tsazthar Rho - In Character Thread

[Mark Chance]

In response to Mikal's suggestion, Academus says, "By your leave, Prince." Then, more loudly, "A praiseworthy suggestion, Master Pelter. Come! Join us, Kore, and please ignore Trombin, the gnome near my elbow. He says much but means little."

 

[Guest 11456]

Kore nods slowly as he concentrates on looking at each individual seated at the table. Then his demeanor changes as he smiles. "Aye. There is always strength in numbers." He moves over to the companions' table. "I am Kore. Champion of the All-Father, Moradin.

Description: Kore stands just over 4 feet from the look of him and looks to be of medium build. He has flame red hair and like most dwarves sports a bushy beard as well. He wears a chain shirt over his traveling clothes and a large heavy shield is strapped to his backpack. From his belt hang a warhammer and a dwaven waraxe. A silver holy symbol of a hammer hangs from a leather string around his neck.

OOC: Kore detects evil on everyone. Finding none he is satisfied that they will make good allies.

 

[Mark Chance]

Academus nods politely. "I am Academus, called the Sallow, cleric of the Divine Light in the service of Reginald, Prince of Flynn." The pale-fleshed priest gestures to Reginald.

Academus is a tall, painfully thin human. His skin displays sickly hues, ranging from unhealthy pale to unwholesome jaundice. He looks as if the mere weight of his simple robes are a burden to carry. A simple holy symbol made of wood carved into a painted sun-disc hangs from a leather cord around Academus's reed-thin neck. Leaning against his chair is an oaken quarterstaff. His robe bulges in several places around his waist, probably because of pouches tucked into the folds of his clothes.

 

[Voda Vosa]

Seen the dwarf is a religious fellow, Trombin think he will not be a rival, when it comes to reward. "Well, Im Trombin, son of Urmin, grand son of Mirmin and I don't really remember the others actualy. So, master dwarf, are you willing to help us in our quest? I warn you, theres some ugly giant evil gorila out there, and theres no place for weaks" he says.

 

[omrob]

"Well met, sir dwarf. I've hired on as the Prince's burglar as it were. Should you need a helping hand, mine are itchin my red headed friend!" Natty smirks and bows. He's a ruddy hue, almost sunburned, with coppery red curly hair underneath his wide brimmed hat. You see he has a large leather coat nearby on the back of his chair, and he wears a many pocketed leather vest with a shirt underneath and poofed out sleeves

Natty proceeds to fill his third bowl of stew, which he will proceed through at a leisurley and not so frantic pace.

 

[Avalon®]

"Pleasured to meet you, noble dwarf. The name's Gavin. I'm a dabbler of many things. I'm here as the resident jack o' all trades of this here group. Hopefully we'll get off to a wonderful start as long as you don't mind the gnome. He may talk big but that's just mostly bark." Gavin then offers his hand in a gesture of welcome. "Now why don't you join us in this delicious repast. All the food is provided by our employer over there." He points to Prince Reginald as he says this.

 

[Voda Vosa]

"Sure, mock the gnome right? Do you see mister dwarf, Kore it was right? Do you see what do I have to bear in my small back? All this makes me unpolited with newcommers, such as yourself. My apologies. I will introduce myself now:" Trombin clears his throat and then continues " I am Trombin, the great illucionist, wielder of the arcane! Son of my father, grandson of my granfather, and so on. And thats prety much all." Trombin rubbs his head "Oh yes, I was employed by your lowerness, I mean, you highness" he says pointing the prince, with his thumb.

 

[Avalon®]

"You've actually introduced yourself twice." Then in a sarcastic voice. "All hail the knowledgeable master of the arcane: Trombin!"

Then with a grin, Gavin adds another comment. "Besides, you tend to look too HIGHLY upon yourself. And could you please tone down on the eating? Pretty soon you'll be too fat to even levitate."

 

[Voda Vosa]

"I know that. I mean, the part when you say I have a High concept of my own, my uncle used to say that we gnomes have this great concept of ourselves because we are to short. Didn't actually know why, because halflings are often shorter than us, but well, my uncle wasn't very bright in his statements " Says Trombin, a bit confused. The gnome is quite erratic in his behaviour, usualy shiftin from coleric to passive in a blink.

OOC: I cant bear this guy myself! XD

 

[Mark Chance]

Academus sighs, presses his eyes closed, and pinches the bridge of his nose. Then, after shaking his head as if to clear away an unpleasant mental image, his watery gray-green eyes open.

"Master Pelter, you said you could direct us to the cave of Logbrag the ogre. Since we seem to be lacking any other worthwhile direction, perhaps you would oblige us?"