Ramir was busily searching his knowledge of the world at large, to try and recall anything that might be of use to them in this region (Cartography 3), though he wasn't hopeful. If he'd been on the open sea, he could look at a wave and know his way about anywhere.
"I have one more question, before we get on our way. What did you find? Obviously, it's worth something. And I would suspect it's important, if they're to know what they were after. You put up a fight and they left, so they got what they came for.
i'm sure my very large friend here would also prefer to know just what it is we're getting into."
Well, he was quite happy with deducing that. If the scholar didn't know, the bandits certainly did and Ramir would much rather level the playing field.
Alright Red, I don't want it to seem like I am picking on you and it's great that you have so much enthusiasm, but I am suspending you posting in any adventures UNTIL you read this and do a couple of things for me.
- Lockpicks are not accessories. You cannot start with them. Accessories are things like earrings, necklaces, broaches and the like.
- You have points in shield, which is a complimentary talent. You have points in throwing weapons and no other form of combat. That would indicate you are proficient at using your shield while throwing things. As a weapon, you will find it largely useless, as you have no combat melee talents.
- You simply cannot remove a shield, that is fastened to your back and then use it in the space of a breath. Likewise, you cannot put it back on your back and do something else in that same, small amount of time. It is a shield and therefore cumbersome and more difficult to place on your back than an every day backpack - which you would not do in the middle of a very frantic fight. This is covered in the rules.
- You have to cast spells, per the rules. Thinking about it, is not casting. If you intend to be a magic user of any caliber, you need to familiarize yourself with the ruleset.
- You need to read ALL of the rules, per the update thread. If you have any questions, please ask but you simply have to go through it first. There's not that much to read and it's the one thing we're asking of our players.
- You need to edit your character sheet, using the template provided. Until you have update your character information, it is unfair that you continue to post, as your GM has nothing to refer to in order to understand your character. If Serenity is not adopting the new system in 'wolf among us', then copy your current info and PM it to them.
All of that said, I thought I would mention that shuriken are terribly poor weapons and you may find them lacking power. Even Kiga relies on heavier, more devastating throwing weapons.
Most of the information I did when I first made my character, just in prep. This is just a change in format to match the new standardized format.
Name: Hoid Relahur
Race: Haisheth Age 67 Height: 5'11" Weight: 285lb Hair: Black, but balding Eyes: Black Skin: Rusty Red Notable Features: Horns
Physical Description: Hoid is a physically large man, both in height and in girth. This large build is mostly due to his appetites for the finer things and not due to nature, though the end result is a large belly. His skin is a dark shade of red, marking him rather obviously as a Haisheth. His horns are normally sized for one of his race, sticking from just below his hair line and arcing out and above his head. Though he does not like to admit it, he has begun to go bald early, and wears head-wraps and other forms of headgear in an attempt to hide this. His eyes are a solid mass of black, making his gaze quite disturbing to those not accustomed to the Haisheth.
Main Weapons: Hoid wields a sturdy if not amazing scimitar, which he wears for more show then anything else. He is capable with it, but prefers to talk instead of fight, as such it is adorned in a way such as to impress, not to balance.
Reserve Weapon: At his side, he wears a small dagger with a curvy blade, which is also mainly used for more show then actual use.
Helmet: To cover his early balding, Hoid wears a silken head-wrap after the style of the desert peoples, whom he has just returned from a trade mission with.
Body: Hoid wears a very fine silken shirt and a constraining vest. the shirt is light and breathy, since his robe (see below) keep in most of the heat, and the vest is finely tailored and is abused by his gut.
Gloves: On his hands, Hoid wears a relatively thick pair of silken gloves, more for show then for any actual use in protecting his hands.
Belt: Hoid's stomach and belts do not get along very well, although he wears a mildly adorned leather one because he must put forward an image.
Footwear: Hoid's feet are covered by leather-soled silk slippers, specially designed to look fabulous, while keeping any rocks he accidentally steps on from hurting him.
Cloak: A luxurious cotton robe covers Hoid's shirt and vest. It is nice and thick, designed to not only show off his wealth, but to keep him warm.As a traveling merchant, he is used to displaying his wealth, and has no qualms about wearing the finest he can.
Accessory: Hoid wears a large amount of showy jewelry, mostly made of gold, designed to show off his wealth and to inspire awe and respect in his trade partners.
Personal Item: The item that Hoid keeps closest to his heart, literally, is a small wallet-style item made of leather, in which he keeps his most important trade documents, as well as his proof of membership to the Merchant's Guild.
Redblade's vision began to blur with the amount of blood lost already. He was in a much worse state then he had originally thought. Everything around him seemed in slow motion as he tried to push his body off the puddle of blood he had created. He could hear Dionne screaming something to him, but couldn't quite make out what it was.
He shakes his head to try and focus and get a better view of things. Death was not an option for him right now, he thought to himself. He had to help this woman and the cat girl somehow. Looking over to the large man still attacking Dionne he focuses on whispering in his mind without saying a single word out loud. Breaking the man's focus could probably give her the time she needed to kill him.
With a scream, Dionne falls onto the floor, and dropping Sai out of her left hand. She begins to crawl away, grunting as she goes, as the blade cut deep.
"I guess...you don't have manners..and can't ...even cut properlly!" She hisses back at the man, trying to replace pain with rage, letting it flow through her voice. She'd need just a couple of moments to recover from a blow like that.
The thin man was faster and closer than he had expected. Bad timing all around to check on his lady friend. Now he was the one in deep trouble. He yelps in pain when the first cut came from the dagger. The others only made him grind his teeth more and more.
Feeling the thin man's dagger cut him several times, he knew he should have had his attacker off his back like 5 stabs ago. He tries to spin around in hopes of rolling off him and stepping away, even if he couldn't get back on his feet.
Dionne takes a few heavy breaths before looking over to see how Red was doing. She was too preoccupied with her own opponent to worry about a stranger. Seeing what was happening, Dionne sprang towards and attempts to stab her both blades into the back of the guy, twisting, before pulling them out.
"Get up...We..Need to get rid of this..thing.." Breathing heavily she refocuses on the fat man.
::Redblade successfully blocks the thrown dagger. As he turns his head to check on Dionne, he gets knocked off his feet and falls hard to the ground with the thin man atop him, pinning him with his own shield. Drawing his last dagger, the man begins to jab around the edges of the shield, delivering minor, but substantial cuts to Redblades shoulders, sides, upper legs, anything the shield isnt covering...
Dionne, meanwhile, has had her patience pay off as the heavy swings come slower and slower. Finally the opening she was waiting for comes and she is able to slash into the upper arm and chest of the injured limb. The man cries in pain and staggers back as Dionne springs back herself, giving her the room she was looking for, if only momentarily...::
Redblade raises his shield again to block the thrown dagger and quickly turns around to look at Dionne's situation since she had not replied him. Seeing as she was in danger he places his shield back on his back and runs towards them, hopefully away from his attacker. Shield covering part of his back as he engaged the other fight. He grabs some more shurikens and throws them at the fat man, aiming for his head.
As blow after blow rain down upon her, Dionne is starting to get tired. She knew that unless she managed to make some sort of break for herself, she'd be in deep trouble.
"Good to know you are least have some manners...I thought you'd eat me whole!" The more she tried to defend, the heavier her body and breathing became. She waited to counter a strike, aiming both blades in a cross strike at the injured arm before hoping back to get a little bit of a break.
((His revamp, since we were allowing changes. Yes it was convenient, but he's stuck with it now...))
::The shuriken fly at the thin man, who tries to bring his arm up to block. One stikes his side, while the other lodges in his forearm. With a cry, the man throws his dagger at Redblade before immediately charging him.
Dionne, being back on the defensive, is easily able to put her blades between herself and the blows of the fat man. But the heavy impacts still wear on her limbs. The man is bleeding heavily from his shoulder and moving a bit slower as sweat beads on his brow.::