So quick question, would a Super Mutant or Ghoul character be accepted on the team? I assuming the Follower's would accept a ghoul or friendly supermutant with the right skills?
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@Ozzy Cross
D'Artagnan Riverwood
Location: The Road To Lorenstad
D’Artagnan expected to be thrashed by Malvor, the Katorian moved his horse backwards trying to escape from Malvor’s wrath. His hand even went over to reach for his whip to try and defend himself. However he noticed Malvor walking over towards Thomas, grabbing his hand making sure his grip would be very painful. Moving his hand away from his whip and letting his horse stride closer towards the two, “Mr. Malvor it was my fault for showing the dagger to Thaddus, Please you do not have to be so harsh with his punishment.” The Katorian positioned his horse so that he was between Malvor and Thaddus. He backed up for a moment, rubbing his chin, “But perhaps he could do something for me as payment for his theft.” D’Artganan felt a sly grin coming onto his face. “I might need your sticky fingers for my next exploration.” The Katorian imagined the many uses for Thaddus’ sleight of hand, and whatever he was hiding behind his sunglasses.
“Of course if that is okay with you, I will pay you for your services.” D’Artagnan noticed the outline of Lorenstad in the horizon. He could drop off the artifact and then get his next assignment from the museum.
@Ozzy Cross
D'Artagnan Riverwood
Location: The Road To Lorenstad
D’Artagnan felt bad for indulging the boy’s questions, he could see the boy was about to let out an ear piercing scream. Quickly sticking his fingers into his ears, he cursed his species ability to hear well. Even with his ears plugged into his fingers he could still hear the boy’s screaming. Now he didn’t feel bad about answering the boy’s questions, he felt regret even answering him. Pulling away his fingers from his ears, being glad that he still had his hearing. His ears flickered at the mention of Thaddus being much older than he looked, D’Artagnan wondered how this human could live for such a long time. “Very interesting, and how do you keep such a youthful look?” He asked, taking a moment to scan the man’s face, thinking he used some sort of magic to keep himself from physically aging. “I have only been to the Grand Isles once, but I wouldn't want to go back anytime soon.” Thinking back to being almost stomped was quite traumatic for him.
He felt his coat pocket suddenly feeling empty, in a panic he patted his coat and pants before noticing that Thaddus had his dagger. The Katorian felt a twitch of anger, his trust seemed to be misplaced in showing the artifact to the group. Although perhaps it was not smart to show such a rare artifact to complete strangers. He quickly pulled out his whip moving his arm back and forward, letting his whip wrap around the dagger in Thaddus hand. Throwing his arm back letting the dagger fling into the air and towards D’Artagnan. The Katorian quickly grabbed the dagger, putting it back into his coat pocket. “ Your very quick, are you sure your not part Katorian?” He said chuckling, he did not want to anger the man who could easily sic his men on him.
@Ozzy Cross
D’Artagnan rubbed the back of his neck, he did not think of himself as a very good fighter. What self defence he does know, is mostly used to protect himself. “Again you seem like good folks, and I would rather have run into you then some thief trying to rob me of everything including my clothing.” Looking over towards the young boy with a big smile, the mention of the name Jango Riverwood gave him quite a bit of nostalgia. “ I mostly venture to where historical artifacts are, and bring them to the museum for preservation. And I know Jango Riverwood, he is my father although his real name is Alexander. Jango was just a nickname that stuck." Having a wave of good memories of his father telling him of his many adventures as a child. “Have you heard of his venture into the dwarven tombs filled with goblins, trying to retrieve an ancient dwarven tomb?”He asked the child, wondering if he had heard of that story. He stopped for a moment feeling idotic for indulging the child’s questions.
Feeling a bit more comfortable around the group of men, they did not seem like bad people that would try to rob D’Artagnan of his newly acquired artifact. Pulling out the dagger from his coat pocket, the bright green blade shining brightly in the sun. The group could make out some orcish words etched into the blade. “I found this in an old orcish tomb, I had to convince the elder to not use my hide as a rug in exchange for participating in a cleansing ritual.” He quickly put away the dagger back into his coat pocket, so that it did not fall out of his hands. “Grandline Isles? I have not been there in quite some time, what kind of cargo were you transporting from there if i may ask?”
D'Artagnan Riverwood
Location: The Road To Lorenstad
D’Artagnan rubbed the back of his neck, he did not think of himself as a very good fighter. What self defence he does know, is mostly used to protect himself. “Again you seem like good folks, and I would rather have run into you then some thief trying to rob me of everything including my clothing.” Looking over towards the young boy with a big smile, the mention of the name Jango Riverwood gave him quite a bit of nostalgia. “ I mostly venture to where historical artifacts are, and bring them to the museum for preservation. And I know Jango Riverwood, he is my father although his real name is Alexander. Jango was just a nickname that stuck." Having a wave of good memories of his father telling him of his many adventures as a child. “Have you heard of his venture into the dwarven tombs filled with goblins, trying to retrieve an ancient dwarven tomb?”He asked the child, wondering if he had heard of that story. He stopped for a moment feeling idotic for indulging the child’s questions.
Feeling a bit more comfortable around the group of men, they did not seem like bad people that would try to rob D’Artagnan of his newly acquired artifact. Pulling out the dagger from his coat pocket, the bright green blade shining brightly in the sun. The group could make out some orcish words etched into the blade. “I found this in an old orcish tomb, I had to convince the elder to not use my hide as a rug in exchange for participating in a cleansing ritual.” He quickly put away the dagger back into his coat pocket, so that it did not fall out of his hands. “Grandline Isles? I have not been there in quite some time, what kind of cargo were you transporting from there if i may ask?”
D'Artagnan Riverwood
Location: The Road To Lorenstad
D’Artagnan also completely stopped, his horse letting out a noise of discomfort. He was used to people pulling out their weapons intending to hurt him, he quickly went for his whip that was strapped to his side. He slowly moved his arm to his side when Thaddus took Malvor’s pistol. "It’s quite fine, gentle sir, you can never be sure about who is a highwayman trying to take your coin.” He smiled at the group, quickly apologizing for reaching for his whip. “My name is D’Artagnan Riverwood.” He kept his pace with the others, but kept some distance in case the one named Malvor tried to attack him.
“I just came back from a recent exploration, just coming back to Lorenstad to give my findings to the museum of history.” He looked over towards the one named Jack, quickly shaking his hand with a grin. “Well it is nice to meet you a lot, it is always good to see a friendly face.” The cat-like male waved his long tail back and forth while riding with them. “You folks were riding a ship? If I may ask where you were travelling from?”
@Ozzy Cross
D'Artagnan Riverwood
Location: The Road To Lorenstad
The Katorian was riding his horse making his way back to Lorenstad. His journey to and during his exploration was quite tiring. He was tasked by the museum to retrieve an ancient Orcish artifact. The location of said artifact was inside of an orc tribe’s tomb. Getting into the tomb was more of a journey than getting the artifact, the orcs were very cautious when it came to strangers going in and out of their sacred crypts. D’Artagnan was lucky he could convince the tribe’s leader that he would get the artifact, if he participated in a cleansing ritual and would go with another tribe member to explore the crypt. He respected the culture of all of the species, and did not want to discrete or anger the native people. Even though there have been many times he had angered the natives trying to protect certain artifacts.
The artifact itself was an orcish dagger from five thousand years ago. Keeping the dagger hidden inside of his coat, not wanting any thieves to take it from him to sell off to the black market. During his trip back to Lorenstad he was cautious of everyone that approached, although he was friendly enough to those he spoke to. While riding down the road he could hear a wagon coming behind him, he led his horse to the side to let the wagon pass him. Nodding his head towards one of the men, feeling something very strange coming from the one wearing sunglasses. There was something ominous, something he did not trust about this man. But he opened his mouth to say something to the two strangers. “Good daya gentleman, how are you on this beautiful day?” He spoke with a chipper sounding voice. He felt a little lonely being on his last adventure, and in his mind was excusing himself to talk to these strangers.
@Sep
Snoanta
Location: Lothal
Snoanta noticed the salvage ships were being shot at, he deemed it a blessing in disguise. Perhaps this would distract his pursuers while he got into his curiser and would grab Gal’Tek. Rushing towards his vessel and sitting on the captain’s chair, closing the landing dock. Slowly his trasnport slowly rose off of the ground, “Make sure to keep those bastards out of our way, when we get close to him I'm gonna open the landing dock and grab him.” E8 made a couple of beeps in agreement.
The small droid helps the Wookie with navigating the chaotic skies, trying to avoid the other ship’s laser cannon’s. His ship occasionally gets into the crossfire damaging his ship. “Damn it.” Snoanta noticed Gal’Tek’s had activated his communicator so he could be tracked. “Very clever.” The ship was getting closer towards Gal’Tek’s position, when they were close enough Snoanta opened the landing dock. Holding onto a nearby handle while they got closer towards Gal’Tek. The ship was rattling and shaking, almost causing him to almost fall out. His transport was getting closer and closer towards Gal’Tek, he was worried that he would not be able to grab Gal’Tek thanks to all of the laser fire. Ordering E8 to move a bit closer towards the ground, Snoanta had to avoid the incoming gun fire from his pursuers.
His hand reached out trying to pull Gal’Tek into his ship, if successful then he could quickly throw Gal’Tek into his ship and help E8 get the ship off this planet. "Do you wanna tell me why you were being tracked? And who where those people?" He yelled out while also trying to focus getting themsleves out of danger.
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