Karananak Bole, Wilden Swarm Druid 5
A strange voice can once again be heard, but not understood, coming from just the other side of the tavern doors. "... An I an I bean tellin yuh dis ere ole time den..." A tall, impossibly thin being stumbles in through the tavern doors, tripping over the threshold. He starts falling forward, into what is sure to be a legendary faceplant, but shatters into hundreds of tiny creatures instead. Every creature anyone in Sharn has ever encountered in a swarm form is represented as the pile surges and sways. The swarm looks as if it might start to disperse, but then pulls itself into a roughly humanoid form and stands up. The individual beasts melt together and the solid, once more humanoid shape of the being stands before everyone. The Wilden looks around and grins sheepishly as he dusts himself off and looks back out the entrance.
He has deep brown skin with some sort of bark-like pattern on it, and a huge clump of what you guess might be hair on his head like a two foot-radius ball of tiny black leaves. His eyes are large, non-reflective black pools that draw you into them like the darkness down a well. His legs are back bent like some animals ending in a pair of bare, three-taloned feet, with toes splayed wide for balance. He wears a tattered hide vest and breeches that have seen far better days, with what might be a stone flute tucked into a sash and a dirty pack. He carries nothing else other than a sturdy hawthorn wood walking stick, carved from end to tip with the shapes of animals and beasts of every type under the sun.
A woman the size of a smallish housecat flies in over the still swinging saloon style doors with a look of embarrassment on her beautiful, if tiny face. She has long black hair that hangs half way down her back and flawless red skin. She has a little pair of horns sticking out of her forehead, a set of full batlike wings and a slender, prehensile tail that is flaired at the end to a point. She smacks her palm to her forehead at her companion's clumsiness and squeaking at him in the language others may have caught coming from outside and lands in the crook of one of the tree man's arms to continue berating him. Wearing nothing to cover her lovely form.
His razor sharp claws dig into the rough wood of the Shard's floor as he crosses the room towards the weathered bar. He pauses to throw a little salute at the large stuffed black dragon next to the massive hearth of the establishment.
"Brews me good can, been nye unta two a dem yeas past an die an I been missun yuh fia wata soam tin fiace, trute. A tall cuh poh yuh hadiest stuff den, if yuh don be mindin iree?"
Brews pauses a moment while the gears tick and whir in his head, translating the thick accent before pulling down a tankard filling it from the huge casque behind the bar.
"Ah yes, right away then master Bole." The wilden reaches into his vest and pulls out a tiny mug, handing it to little lady on his arm. She flits to the bar next to his tankard and dips her cup into it several times, draining it between trips.
He then picks up his drink, and after a long swallow finally looks around at the other patrons raising his glass in greeting.
"Greetuns an salyuhtashuns tuh duh law tuh yuh den." He lopes over to the table of people giving them a nod.
"I an I bein called Karananak Bole." He takes a sip of the drink and almost spills it as he is jabbed in the ribs by by his tiny companion. The skin of his face lightens slightly in what might be a blush of embarrassment for not introducing his impish familiar.
"An dis 'ere tiny 'ellcat be Eve. She be me monkey, I be her tree." She squeaks and twitters to Karananak. Whatever she says amuses him as he takes another sip of ale.
"Saw wha tcha be collin yuhselves den?"
[sblock=Actions]
Free: Speak, pick up drink
Minor: Wild Shape
Move: Cross common room
Standard: Enter Tavern[/sblock][sblock=Swarmwhisper]
Karananak Bole—Male Wilden Druid 5;
Resist 5 Fire/Poison, (Resist 4 Melee/Ranged in Beast Form)
Initiative: +2, Low-Light, Passive Perception: 22, Passive Insight: 22
AC: 17, Fort: 18, Reflex: 15
(17 in beast form), Will: 19 — Speed: 6
HP: 50/50, Bloodied: 25, Surge: 12, Surges left: 11/11
Action Points: 1/1, Second Wind: Not Used, Milestones 0
Powers -
Savage Rend
Locust Swarm
Cold Wind
Scattered Form
Voyage of the Ancients/Wrath of the Destroyer*/Pursuit of the Hunter
Battering Claws
Summon Pack Wolf
Summon Shadow Ape
Healing Infusion
Item Powers:
Summoner's Staff +2 (Daily ✦ Summons) Immediate Interrupt. Trigger - An enemy hits a creature Karananak summoned. Effect - Triggering enemy rerolls attack and must use 2nd roll.
Hunting Beasthide Armor +1 (Encounter ✦ Beast Form): Move Action. You shift 2 squares.
Character Sheet
[/sblock][sblock=OOC]Woot lvl 5 now, all details adjusted and
requesting approval!
You'll have to forgive my attempt at a Jamaican accent, just try to sound it out phonetically or use the translation below.
[sblock=Translation]
... And I've been telling you this whole time then...
Brew my good man (can since he's metal ), been nye on two years and I've been missing your fire water (alcohol) something fierce, truly. A tall cup of your hardiest stuff, if you don't mind, alright?
Greetings and salutations to the lot of you.
I am called Karananak Bole, and this here tiny hellcat is called Eve.
So what do you call yourselves then?[/sblock][/sblock]
