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Senna pranced into to the tavern, ordered a shepherd's pie with a flagon of chilled milk, and sat down to observe. She was very curious about the other members of the expedition, and really wanted to ask them many, many questions. But she also wanted to make a good first impression, so she decided to keep her maw shut for the most part and just observe them.

She was watching the centuar busy being mysterious when Anu'din walked into the tavern and up to Karu with a question. This got Senna's attention and she very obviously started paying attention to their conversation.


Ignatius, being the most pleasingly volitile of the group, followed after the peppy dragon(ness?). He took a set at her table and set his hammer on the on its head. "Ken, libram." With a huff, his bookinmp unfolded from his belt to slink across the floor sleepily before it started up the shaft of the hammer and wrapped its tail for support as it opened its wings to reveal its pages while promptly trying to take a nap.

With that little flex of power out of the way, he set his eyes upon the scaled one with a smile. "Evening my dear, how and who are you tonight?"
Manga Spidey was one of my favorites for awhile!

~KL~


I was having a laugh thinking about bringing my OC spiderman from YOUR spidermen RP, I remember my guy had a prosthetic leg and wore the anti-electro armor.
San had an oddity to all of this, but as a ninja he was exponentially better as part of a team. To bad he was nearly the last of his clan, he recognized similarities to most of the others and took stock in their differences. he removed his mask with the others to reveal perfectly smooth head and no eyebrows or facial hair, he kept himself as spotless as possible to leave no trace behind.

"We have a flaw, for those going above or below, they are many unified and used to working together. We are a collection of oddities who do not know each others strengths and weaknesses. As much as it pains me to slow us, I say we need to take a moment and collect out bearing of each other. Surely not all seven of use can all be so different and still all possess identical skills and powers. One should list off the prime spidermans powers and each of us hold up a hand if we possess that as well, when it is all over we quicky take a moment to speak of our emphasis or what we bring to the table that prime does not. It should only take a minute."
~Every risk has reward, every journey ends in treasure, some are simply not the ones you seek.~

His journey east hat not been as rewarding as he had hoped, the search for his mount had taken him to the Plain of Horses in hopes of connecting with a mighty beast... *Bark*...Not the mighty beast he had in mind. It was a 'liondog' pup and was promised to be a great beast of power one day. Having seen the parents, he was inclined to believe it. His mind had made him think of getting barding and saddle made for this 'riding dog' pup with an enlargement enchantment upon it so that he might actually use it as such some day. But that was for another day and for the now it was a mouth to feed and an adorable face sticking out of a saddlebag for others to coo over.

Beasts aside, he had indeed learned how to endure the harsh desert weathers and came back with a small trophy in the form of a plainsmans 'yurt'. A type of folding tent that was quite spacious when fully expanded, he had gotten himself a children's tent and was still large enough for him and all his things if he crawled in. *bark* And his pup. He hoped to take this ingenuity to either his elves for them to add their own influence to it or to some gnomes to see if they could improve on the design or materials.

He was pondering sailing canvas when he heard an alarm that could wake the dead and brought his jackass around to the hill where he saw a woman and a man under attack by an elemental. He spurred his beast on to leap the fence as he leveled his scythe to attack the monster as he rode by, unfortunately the beast of burden was not war-trained and so it merely threw him from the saddle over the fence. His years of riding skill by his grandmother started with a year just getting knocked off his horse on purpose all day long. As such he has burned in his body the reflex and roll needed to come up from a shortcoming ready for battle.

A mountain of an orc-kind, with a scythe, falling off his ass while a wearing green and brown armor of a bug into a living rockpile... A bard must surely be dying of laughter somewhere. "Vile fiend!" Spoke another with mace on hip and finger of accusation. "Harass this man no longer!"

Having arrived to the scene, not being there at its blossom, he had not considered that the woman summoned the elemental against the man or that the man had summoned the elemental against the woman. He simply assumed the elemental was against someone and that was good enough for him to bring aid to the cause. This did now make him pause long enough to "feel" for the others, to sense if they held darkness in their hearts.
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You list 20 STR, which I'd drop down to 19, since Half Orcs only gain +1 to STR here.

Other than that, good CS! Cleared to post IC.


Not a problem, done and done.
All I could think to add to the character.

Name:Raa Tel'Nimras (Lion Of the Whitehorn (unicorn) )
Age: 15/50
Class: Paladin
Level 6th
Gender: Male
Length: 2.6m
Weight: 150 Kg
Race:(Half-Orc)
Racial benefits:Strength, Constitution, Size
Appearance:

Stats:
STR 19
DEX 13
CON 14
INT 10
WIS 13
CHR 16

Skills:
Elvish {Rather than orc as native language} 100
Common, 70
Orc, 50
General
Heraldry, 50
Land-based Riding, 50
Singing, 10
Priest
Healing, 30
Herbalism, 30
Warrior
Animal Lore 30
Set Snares, 10
Survival (woodland), 50

Abilities:
Detect evil, 60' Radius
+2 all saving throws
Immune to all forms of disease
Lay on hands, 12 hit points, 1/day
Cure disease 2/week
Aura of protection, 10' Radius
Turn undead, demons and devils as 4th level cleric

Still questing for his holy sword
Still questing for his "War horse"

Armour:
Ankheg Platemail he earned after getting swallowed whole by the beast. His mother had sent him out to protect some farmers from loosing cattle and bit off more than he could chew. His saving grace was that it had spit up its stomach acid earlier in the fight so when he was swallowed, he wasn't bathing in its juices as he cut his way free with his throwing axe.

His heavy wooden shield is little more than a stacked pair of barrel lids, a keepsake from his first tavern brawl he had since put fittings to to protect himself in the future. He most often uses the shield with his throwing ax when his scythe is of no use to him. People joke that since it came from a gnomish brewer, the wood must be acid proof, he hasn't tested this theory.

Weapons:
His primary weapon is a Scythe that once belonged to a cleric of Chauntea who fell in battle beside him. The scythe lets him use his full body with each swing while keeping an ionic look for his future fame. They fought beside one another dealing with a goblinoid threat and the cleric fell to a lucky javelin throw.

A throwing ax is his primary offhand and ranged weapon, allowing him to put his strength on a ranged targets. It was a piece given to him from a dwarf bard for having the courage to stand against a tree with an apple on his head.
Items:

Gold: 100 GP in forms of various smaller treasure, such as silver goblets, jeweled dagger and other trinkets.
Biography:
His story starts with his ancestors. His great grandmother was a paragon of elven ways and life, a paladin to Mielikki who rode a unicorn into battle. But it seems her pride was his doom, a moments weakness with a human ranger whom she had thought was a blessing of the elven gods resulted in a half-elven child.

That half elven boy still had the spark of nature and became a ranger like his father. A good and noble position, the best a human could achieve in elven eyes, but his every breath was a reminder to his mother of a moment when she was less than the ideal elf. That stain spread when he in turn fell in love with a human, just as his mother had before him. This child was almost considered illegitimate as a full human if not for the druidic magic that flowed in her veins and the almond eyes.

The final insult came twenty years ago when the druid human made peace with the orcs trying to deforest the trees on the edge of the wood. A bargain was truck to lead the orcs to naturally fallen trees within the forest for their use or to hew diseased wood to prevent infecting others. This bargain was consummated with the shaman of the orcs and a half-orc child was born of the union.

He was nearly killed on the spot if not for divine intervention, a birthmark of a unicorn rests atop his breast showing him to be gifted by Mielikki, just as his great grandmother. She watches and waits while showering him with back-handed praise as she begrudgingly trains him with nearly suicidal missions, If he dies, she wins, if he lives, she corrects him on everything he did wrong.
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Miscellaneous

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He wears a holy symbol of Heironeous rather than Mielikki, as a tournament of arms was fought to a draw against another paladin. He offered to exchange holy symbols as a gesture of brothers in arms and was received with zeal.

He prefers to wear simple homespun fabrics under his armor, burlaps or stiff leathers as an act of humbleness and simplicity.
Finished my char sheet. I'm still iffy on costume, but I think at this point i'll save the issues for an OC spiderman RP.
@knighthawk
@Beatrix
@Adorabadass You folks planning on actually joining?


Still polishing my paladin... That sounded better in my head.
Renga tried to hide his surprise that the lizard schooled him so hard, but he failed. So he covered the lower half of his face with his left hand and nodded sagaciously as he took a seat and listened to the buildup. The promise of death did make him pale in pink to pastels, but he held his reserve.

"I'm not a warrior, I'm a gun nut who can make you all even better warriors. I bring a job security most of you don't possess and the licenses to carry and operate military firearms. I can't promise you I won't loose my cool staring down a barrel, but I can promise you I'll bow out before I'm a liability to this cause."

I was thinking to make his relaxed form the furred and it takes a concentrated effort to revert to human. IF He Who Walks behind allows, it could happen if he shakes hands with his skinwalker as the two mutant powers clash. Perhaps he has to touch the Native American each time he has to pass for human or else just once and it becomes a permanent reflexive function.
I was also thinking that his 'uncle' could have been working on a 'cure' for the condition not unlike Hank Macoy had his injections in future past.

Otherwise I got a duplicating ninja all done except for history.

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