Oh don't get me started on the whole Chris Pratt as Mario thing. I love him, but this is a blatant middle finger to the voice over community and it's definitely being felt. All my buddies are livid.
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I finally made a new thread for my art stuff. I can't stand to look at the old one anymore lol roleplayerguild.com/topics/…
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She was lookin kinda dumb
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Roll a constitution save. On a fail you take 150....... Bludgeoning damage? Piercing damage?
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As a GM I love when people get excited and do that (as long as they're not doing anything game breaking). Getting excited and passionate for characters and the story is what it's all about! I love it.
It is of the utmost importance that your respond to this letter promptly. Perhaps you have heard of the strange happenings in Forsaken. If not, I am sure you can find a vague overview in the newspaper. At any rate, I am writing to you because I am interested in hiring someone of your abilities, and I am willing to pay you very well if you are interested.
I am putting together a group of creatures with various talents to investigate and get to the bottom of the mysteries of our fair town, and you would split the reward money equally between yourselves (assuming, of course, you survive this endeavor). I am also willing to pay you $500 up front for all your troubles. There is a meeting taking place on the 6th of September at the Caraway Inn in Forsaken. Should you be interested, the meeting will be in room 310. If you are not, then please dispose of this letter as soon as is convinent.
Your Obed servt. -A.G.
Exactly one week ago, Cinder Nordes had received a letter which contained the above message, and it was this letter that brought her to the cesspool of society that was Forsaken, and had her now looking for the Caraway Inn. It was a suspicious letter, to be sure, but she'd received even shadier letters before. Besides, money was money. She didn't really care what her prospective patron had in store for them, so long as she got paid by the end of it and everyone went their merry way.
It had only taken her two days to get to Forsaken. Having a dragon as a traveling companion was a tremendous advantage when it came to transportation, but Ulleiss had given her quite a fight about wanting to decline this job. He said he had a bad feeling about it, and that he wanted to just ignore the letter. But $30,000 was no job to turn away from just because they had a bad feeling about it. The duo had discussed it, and in the end, they ended up agreeing that the sheer amount of money was worth the risk.
So here they were in Forsaken, making their way towards the designated meeting place and hoping no one was going to try and shoot them. The Caraway Inn stood on the far east side of the town, silhouetted against the sun that was slowly creeping over the distant mountains. It wasn't a particularly nice building, but it was in decent enough condition, and one of the more reputable places in Forsaken. A perfect place for one to meet a conspicuous group of fellow greedy bastards. It was also quite clean, which she appreciated. When Cinder entered the Inn, she simply told the man behind the bar what room she was going to, and was handed a key. Without any further questions, Cinder went up the stairs to the room.
It was empty when she arrived, but no doubt either their patron or her fellow party members would be joining them soon, so the woman simply sat in a chair by the window. She could see who was coming and going, and there was also a clear line of sight to the door. It was defendable if someone tried to come in shooting. Paranoid? Cinder? Never.
Taste it! If you don't taste it now, I'll shove this heretical offering down your mouth! If you were trying to poison the mayor, you failed! This slime spittle couldn't even kill a pygmy squirrel. What are you standing there for? Get. OUT, you profligate! Garrakg curse your soul to the bowels of the soup bowl!
ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪
ℕ𝕒𝕞𝕖: Lak Lok Coalcleave 𝔸𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕤𝕖𝕤: The Cleaver Cook 𝔸𝕘𝕖: 59 𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕤: Kobold 𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣: Male 𝕆𝕔𝕔𝕦𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟: Culinary Adventurer, Hunter, Chef For Hire and Cleric Of Garrakg, The Orcish God of Chefs 𝔸𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥:Chaotic Good
𝔸𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖
ℍ𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥:2'9 𝔹𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕕: Scrawny and of miniscule size like most of his other brethren, time hacking and working in the kitchens has bestowed well-worn cords of muscle on Lak Lok's lizard frame. 𝔼𝕪𝕖𝕤: He possesses beady slitted eyes that are of a gold yellow hue. ℍ𝕒𝕚𝕣: Lak Lok wishes that he had a luxurious mane of blonde locks to adorn his scaly head. Instead, he has to settle for being a hairless reptile. 𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕟 𝕋𝕠𝕟𝕖: He has mottled green scales that are slightly tanned and blackened from spending time cooking near the fireplace. 𝕋𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕤/𝕊𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕤/ℙ𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: During his 50 years of culinary endeavors, Lak Lok has gained numerous scars from mishaps in the kitchen, from fading bruises to a sliced finger on his right hand. In terms of both tattoos, Lak Lok bears the sigil of Garrakg on the back of his right palm. ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕊𝕥𝕪𝕝𝕖: The kobold prefers to wear simple, rugged and practical clothing which can survive the sweltering heat of the cookery. No matter what he wears, his distinctive bone-white smocked apron is always found on his person.
" My recipes make the better impression than me. It's better that they look at the meal in front of them rather than the Kobold who cooked it. I don't get why no one likes me. Cooking is an art and the lot of them scumbuckets can go drown themselves if they think they can just go ahead and tell me how to pay tribute to my god. I mean, look at these complaints. 'Arrogant'. 'Anger issues'. 'Unreasonable'. Pah. These are obviously the words of backwater heretics.
Every man, woman, orc, centaur, elf, gnome or whatever species leaves with full bellies and a smile whenever they eat my food, that's for sure. "
What are you like in a high stress situation?
High stress? High stress! HIGH STRESS?! My entire life's a high stress situation! You think cooking for every adventurer, hunter, sell-sword and merchant that comes into the tavern simple? Well, you don't have to cook a hundred different dishes all at the same time while making sure you've got enough beer to keep their meals down and clean plates to serve!
But.....when all's said and done, I live for it. Stress is where we cooks thrive after all. Makes your blood pump into your brain. You gotta tenderise the meat if you wanna bring out the best flavors after all.
What are your best and worst qualities?
" My best qualities are my determination and most importantly, my cooking. I've yet to hear someone complain about my food and if they did, I would gut them and turn their intestines into soup stock.
My worst qualities....well, even though I don't like to admit it, I do get a little carried away with my...um...tantrums every now and then.
It's not my fault I begin shouting Kobold swears everytime someone overcooks the Hydra flanks."
What is something about yourself that you would never admit to anyone?
" Believe me. I've got plenty of things that I'd like to keep private. There's not much anyone would want to ask a Kobold like me anyway, but if you must know....
I've....
I've....
I've killed a unicorn. And ate its corpse.
Best damn steak I ever had.
That's all I'll say.
What are your dreams?
" My very own tavern to pay tribute to Garrakg, a temple to his glorious preeminence. I've been saving up enough money to buy a patch of land near some trade route in the southern reaches of this continent. Ah, I can see it now. Two storied, with ebony wood tables, enough ale and wine barrels to drown the Soltude Plains, five course menu selections without those pesky tavern owners interfering in my business and servers that do what they're told. To cook what I want instead of what others want. To achieve the feasts of feasts, banquets of banquets, an eternal cornucopia in his Name.....
Of course, you don't make a dragon egg omelete without breaking a few eggs. I need money. Lots of money. Fast."
How do you want to be seen by others?
" Well, I want to be....recognised by others. Everyone laughs at the idea of a kobold chef but I've made it this far without a single bit of attention. When I finally get a tavern of my own, they'll all see."
How do you see yourself?
" I see myself as a humble follower of the Hungry One, a mere messenger of his flavors and recipes to the masses of this Continent. Life gave me the ingredients for success and I'm gonna make a meal out of it, for me and others. "
Do you tend to make snap judgements, or stop and think about things?
" Do you think a chef can afford to contemplate when there's hungry mouths waiting to be fed? The greatest flavors are born from the soul, never from the brain. Sure, all cooks follow recipes but the best of us use the recipes as guidelines, never as doctrine. If you keep using the same ingredients, your dish will become stale and rotten like moldy bread. Recipes were meant to be changed after all. This is the way of Garrakg. "
What haunts you?
" You see many things that you make the other races throw up their breakfast, lunch and dinner when you're a Kobold. You ever saw a mother Kobold eating their young? You ever saw children bake cookies out of dirt and grass, shoving it into their mouths and pretending they weren't starving.
There was one time, though, when an high elf lord criticized my butter root stew for being too 'salty'. It was the most horrifying moment of my life. I cried myself to sleep that night. "
What is your philosophy on life?
" Everywhere on this continent, I see people surrender, settle for less, say that they have become full. The retired adventurer, the deposed king, appetites that were once big becoming small.
Life and all of its uncertainties can be certainly hard to swallow sometimes but it is a feast that I still hunger for. To push your passions to your limit, to overcome instead of stop, that is the point of life for me. To achieve culinary perfection is my dream and to attain the recipe of the gods, that is something worth dying for. "
ℍ𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕤:
Picking and scavenging herbs off the ground.
Sharpening and oiling his equipment.
Chewing on a snack.
Praying to his Provider Of Plenty, Garrakg
ℍ𝕠𝕓𝕓𝕚𝕖𝕤:
Hunting and Foraging
Cooking
Tavern Food Tours
Ale Brewing
Experimenting with New Dishes
Learning New Cuisine
𝔽𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤:
Making Bad Food
Bad Reviews
Becoming Repetitive
Running Out of Ingredients
Patron Complaints
Food Poisoning
Dying an unknown
𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤:
Eating
Cooking
Learning New Cuisines
New Recipes
Drinking
Hunting for Rare Delicacies
𝔻𝕚𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤:
Bad Food
Incompetent Cooks
Lack of Organisation
Uncleanliness
Contamination
Disrespecting Fine Cooking
Stupid Patrons
Wasting Food or Opportunities for Food
𝕀𝕟𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟:
𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝 𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤:
Flavor Favors - Providing delicious meals free of charge can get you a lot of good will. And a lot of friends. Lak Lok's cooking has made him multiple allies and acquaintances over the years, who are eager to renege on their debts to him.
Trapsmith - Like all Kobolds, Lak Lok is extremely good at the art of booby trapping, managing to capture and entrap many prey just by using sticks, stones and his own ingenuity.
Taste Palette - Lak Lok possesses an extremely acute sense of smell and taste, able to distinguish between 99 varietals of peppercorns or determine what type of milk was used in his berry meringue.
Ser Swears-A-Lot - Lak Lok is prone to fits of inventive swearing and cursing to humiliate someone, especially if they serve him bad food or desecrate his god.
Culinary Expertise - From Orcish banquets, Minotaur curries and the fare of the Lizardfolk, Lak Lok is quite knowledgeable in the culinary arts, adept in the food cultures of every race and how best to cook their cuisine.
Ambush Master - Kobolds are reviled amongst all races for their despicable, cowardly tactics. Lak Lok is no different from his kin, excelling in surprise attacks and catching someone offguard with his dastardly array of kitchen tools or from the barrel end of his absurdly oversized rifle.
Big Game Hunter - Lak Lok is experienced in using his blunderbuss to its maximum effectiveness, able to compensate for the massive recoil and turn someone or something from not dead to dead in an instant.
𝕄𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝/𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕪 𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤:
Iron Chef - Lak Lok has dedicated his entire life to the art of cooking culinary dishes and is one of the finest chefs one can expect to encounter. He’s not a chef. He’s THE chef. This proficiency has become almost supernatural, to the point where Lak Lok is able to visualise the magical energy that suffuses each of his ingredients and shape it to make the most delicious foods.
Dark Vision - Having spent most of his childhood living underground, Lak Lok is able to see his surroundings in the most darkest of environments. Due to his Kobold biology, this makes him extremely susceptible to sudden flashes of bright lights.
Divine Spell Specialization: Domain of Life: While Garrghk is a minor god, enough faith can give boons to the most devoted of followers. Lak Lok is able to use spells from the Domain of Life, albeit with one caveat. The effects of his spells only occur when one consumes his food.
𝕀𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪:
Cooking Satchel - An artifact granted by Garrakg to Lak Lok that magically preserves the food that the Kobold cooks and the ingredients inside them.
Selection of Mithril Knives - From cleavers to paring knives, the edge of knives is enough to cut through fruit, veg, meat or bone with ease.
Adamantine Frying Pan - Adamantite finds use in being one of the most valuable forge metals in existence but its ability to conduct heat perfectly along with its non-stick surfaces also makes it highly useful as a cooking utensil. It comes in handy as a makeshift shield in a pinch.
Venatio Flintlock Breech Rifle - Somethings, bigger is better. Designed by Venatio Firearms for big game hunting of owlbears, this massive rifle has been sawed down and modified to be used by a Kobold. Whilst this gun is unwieldy and is about the length of Lak Lok's entire body, it more than makes up with it with sheer firepower required to obtain the most tastiest of meats.
Bandolier of Enchanted Seasonings - Lak Lok's selection currently includes: sea shroom salt, twilight ginger, sunset saffron, ivory peppercorn, grounded beach seed spice, ember cloves, ivy seed and many more obscure spices.
Steel Cauldron and Mixing Ladle - The foundation of all good cooking is in a cauldron. Lak Lok usually ties it around his back, using it to carry most of his belongings.
The Sacred Menu of Garrakg - A tome that contains the sacred commandments and recipes of Garrakg and also acts as a means of empowering Lak Lok's divine spells.
ℍ𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪:
“ Yes, yes, what do you want? The rabbit stew with wild slaw? Or today’s special? Spill it out, will you? I don’t have all day. A tale? A bloody story? That’s what you demand of my talents? This is a fucking tavern. Do you take me for some flowery bard? Go on! Get out of here!
Hold on...Wait. Wait. Wait! Don’t leave. Please. Sorry for the outburst. My….temper gets the best of me sometimes. Do sit down. May I interest you in a pint of elderberry ale? Perhaps, some highland tea to soothe both our moods? I normally don’t take unusual requests from strangers but Garrakg has spoken on your behalf. Do you see that? The bacon began to blacken as soon as you took the first steps out of this tavern. Garrakg would have taken my soul to the Oven if I was to deny your request.
Where to begin exactly……….
I was born in a clade of Kobold merchants in Darayeich. You wouldn’t have heard of it. Back then, we Kobolds didn’t exactly live high and mighty like you humans or your elves. When the rest of the world closed their doors on us, we formed our own communities in the underdark. When the Battle of Abbyn began, one of my ancestors had the bright idea of forming a town underneath one of the war-torn areas. The surface had been blasted to bits, every other race was unwilling to touch the place out of respect but not us Kobolds. Ah, what I would dream to see Darayeich again. Tunnels of crystals glimmering in the dark, the scent of cured meat rolls…….
Where was I? Anyway, I was in Darayeich and then, I was kicked out along with my family. Turns out my old man, Garrakg rest his soul, had accidentally offended a Kobold crime boss and was told to get out of town or get his guts streamed across the tunnels by the crime boss’s necromancer for his nephew’s birthday party. So, we packed up our bags and headed north towards the mountain orc settlements as roving traders. My brothers were swindlers. My sisters were thugs. My parents were thieves. I was the first Kobold to break the mold.
The first and last thing I had ever stolen at the ripe old age of six was a old bound leather cookbook. I don’t remember the title, but oh, that mouldy old piece of parchment was everything to me. My first recipe was a cattail-bark ear pie dressed with sweetgrass cream. That first bite made me hunger for more.When I reached the ripe age of six years old, I set off on my own, leaving my nest and venturing forth into the wilds in search of opportunity.
I went from tavern to tavern, all across the continent, from peasant taverns to high end kitcheneries serving noble lords. I learned how to cook, I learned how to brew, I learned how to butcher, I learned that food was the conduit that united all the races together. I was happy and satisfied where I was. Until one day. Twenty years ago, I was a head chef working in the Howling High in the centaur city of New Mare. Suddenly, word spread that a member of the White Fork Gastronomy Guild was coming in town to visit our little tavern.
I know what you must thinking now. Gastronomy guilds? How important could they be? They would mean nothing to a patron but to tavern owners and amateur chefs, a gastronomy guild testimonial was everything. First pick of the best ingredients in the land. Rights to build your tavern or stalls wherever you wanted. Protection of your rights from authoritarian city guards. If an individual chef could gain recognition in a gastronomy guild, the awards were beyond imagination.
So, when the night came and I served my dish, I awaited patiently for the results. Next morning, on the papers, the Howling High became a certified guild tavern and who got the spotlight? The half elf assistant chef got the credit for the dish while I was merely mentioned on the cover. The idea of a kobold making the best dish in the lands? Absurd. The owner of the tavern threatened to hire assassins after me if I ever piped up about it again. Everyday, I look back towards that moment with doubt. Should I have spoken up about it? Should I have kept my mouth quiet as I did all these years?
All I know was that when I was at my low, I found Garrakg.
One day, I was cleaning out the spice rack in the doldrums of my defeat. I had recently recovered from a nasty bout of scale pox. I'm not sure whether it was the ground jalokka, the mild fever or the combination of the two that did it but I began to see things. It's hard to put in words. I could feel the taste of the floor on my feet. I could see sound. The floor was melting and I began to receive visions of a dish. A recipe with unknown ingredients.
I immedietely set off without forethought, in a hurry to solve the mystery of my visions. I wandered all over New Mare, gathering ingredients for the recipe that my gut felt to be true. Finally, I was just missing one essential ingredient. The meat, but what meat would it come from? Hydra? Owlbear? Chuul? Yeti?
The answer came in the form of a unicorn in the forests. It looked like an oasis in a desert. I hadn't eaten anything for three days and three nights. Flies were buzzing around my head as I took aim at the magical beast's. Whether Klathamuk was laughing at me that day or the wind was blowing in the direction, misfortune struck as its horn was blasted off instead of its head. Needless to say, I learnt that day why angering a unicorn isn't the best of ideas. The unicorn nearly trampled me to death, ignoring the fact that I was stabbing a wooden spork into its neck, grabbing me by the neck and ramming me repeatedly against an oak tree. Before it could gore me with its jagged horn, an orc saved me.
That was how I met Guthrok the Gluttonous, druid and follower of Garrakg, eating medium rare unicorn strip steak in his hut in the twilight of Fall. He told me the truth of Garrakg, how he cooks in mysterious ways and that my visions were a blessing for him, especially as he recognised a chef from outside his race. The truth was revealed to me slowly. Garrakg was slowly losing power compared to the rest of the orc pantheon and needed to regain belief in the Material Plane. Over time, before the druid died from old age, he'd given me the sacred texts of Garrakg and made me promise to uphold his commandments.
Now, I’ve never been happier than before. Garrakg has given me new purpose and I am the messenger of his will. Forsaken is the new frontier of cuisine, a new garden in which to experiment and blossom and where I will build a holy shrine to his Glorious Gluttony, Garrakg. Now, is there anything you would like to eat, instead of listen to? I personally recommend ordering the alligator casse-
Hold on. Excuse me. It’s one of my chefs again…..
I’M GONE FOR A MERE MINUTE AND ALREADY, YOU TWO KNOBHEADS HAVE BLIGHTED IT ALL TO HELL. YOU THERE! ARE YOU SERVING RAW LETTUCE, TROLL?! THIS IS AN TIEFLING SALAD, NOT AN ELVISH PARTY! WERE YOU DROPPED ON THE HEAD AS A BABY?! SAY YES! NOW, CLEAN THIS MESS UP AND GET OUT OF MY KITCHEN!
…….
So, what will you be having? Oh yes, you noticed the hole in the kitchen? Some bloody tosser broke into our stores and stole several of our magical reagents. Oh, no need for worry.
It'll all be taken care of. "
Summary: To make a Lak Lok, all you need is mix together an ancient minor god of cooking, a orcish druid, tavern roadtrips and an outcast family. Bake it in an oven of adversity, and season it with a holy quest.
𝔼𝕩𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕤
ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 ℚ𝕦𝕠𝕥𝕖:A snack soothes one's stomach, a dinner brings families together, feasts unite towns and banquets build kingdoms. Cooking is the true magic of the gods. 𝔸𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔼𝕝𝕤𝕖: N/A
He is oddly endearing. You can post him in the CS tab at your leisure!
ℍ𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥: 3'6" with a 3 foot tail 𝔹𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕕: Slim, Athletic 𝔼𝕪𝕖𝕤: Big, Emerald Green ℍ𝕒𝕚𝕣: Not hair but he does have a frill on the back of his head that comes up from time to time. 𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕟 𝕋𝕠𝕟𝕖: Changes depending on mood or situation, normally green. 𝕋𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕤/𝕊𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕤/ℙ𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: N/A ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕊𝕥𝕪𝕝𝕖: Whatever works is normally his style. He has no need or want for fashion and will wear what ever he deems fit for the current environment. But usually, he simply has a small belt, back pack, and sling across his chest.
What first impression do you make? "Merik is unsure of question, Mirik was promised food. I smell no food here, Merik feels he was lied too." Short pause, "What is First Impression? Merik does not know, Merik is small but mighty. Good Hunter. Is this what you seek from Merik?"
What are you like in a high stress situation? "Merik understands danger, but only that one is stronger or more dangerous then him. Merik does not let Emotion get in way, He thinks clearly about situation then acts."
What are your best and worst qualities? "Merik understands little of mooney or personal space, Merik can not read or write, I tend to bite more than can chew. But Merik is good, Good Hunter, Good Rider, Good with animal, Good with outside of City. Not good with inside of city, too many others, too many eyes that see Merik."
What is something about yourself that you would never admit to anyone? "Merik is unsure... oh Merik did once set fire to small town, not his fault but still sorry about it. Tipped over small fire lamp in barn while chasing small feathery food."
What are your dreams? "Merik Seeks to taste and eat every food, man meat don't taste well. I seek all the food."
How do you want to be seen by others? "Merik do not want to be seen, Merik only wants food and friend to get him there."
How do you see yourself? "With my eyes? or big shinny metal, uhh reflective pool of water?"... "Oh that's what mean? mm best hunter and not so much trouble maker. I trying to be better but is hard when warm blooded don't understand."
Do you tend to make snap judgements, or stop and think about things? "Why use so many strange words? Merik is hunter and prey always. compulsive when i can, think when i have to. Merik doesn't care, mostly Merik friends make decision. Merik follows, Merik survive."
What haunts you? "Merik troubled, had to leave behind brood and clan. had to go, had to find great magic. Merik must learn, become strong, protect clan when stronger. Merik must so he can protect clan."
What is your philosophy on life? "Merik unsure of what word is. Life Saying? Natural world is more beautiful then smooth skin metal creations and wood villages."
ℍ𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕤:
Chasing small critters, he is very instinctual and will chase small insects and critters for food.
Exploring small spaces, naturally curious and very little in the ways of fear.
Finding vantage points, he will climb any thing and anyone if it means getting to a 'safe' or 'secure' place for him to observe.
ℍ𝕠𝕓𝕓𝕚𝕖𝕤:
Tracking, sometimes hired to find missing people or animals.
Bow/Arrow Making, too many people use guns he still sticks to his bow.
Pest Control, another side job normally taken when looking for somewhere to sleep.
Plays a flute, does it to help calm or lure animals or if hes bored.
𝔽𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤:
Being Caged.
Not learning the big magic to help his people.
Being Starved.
𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤:
All kinds of food.
Friendly bubbly people.
Friendly animals.
More Food.
Jobs outside of the city.
Tall Friends.
Swimming.
𝔻𝕚𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤:
Freezing temperatures.
others lying about food.
crowds.
Monsters.
Industry.
City's.
𝕀𝕟𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟:
𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝 𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤:
Foraging in the wild.
Tracking all manner of creatures.
Stalking and hiding.
Animal kinship.
Can make, repair, and use a bow and arrow(s) very well.
Is very skilled with short swords.
Swimming / climbing / digging.
𝕄𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝/𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕪 𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤:
Chameleon skin - His skin can change colors depending on mood and environment, this both helps with stealth but can give away his emotions at times.
Dark Vision - Like most of his kind they can see in the dark quite well. even if its only in black and white.
Keen Senses - Being almost more feral then civilized he still has quite sensitive hearing, smell, and eye sight. Merik relies on his sense of smell when tracking in difficult terrain.
Animal Friendship - Merik has an innate ability with animals, being able to befriend or calm down most non sapient creatures.
Nature Magic - currently this is limited but he does have some magic potential when it comes to nature or earth magic. most of his magic ability is used on animals currently but that's all he really knows.
𝕀𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪:
Short sword
Short bow
Quiver with 20 arrows
Backpack
Wet stone
Water flask
Bone flute
Dried rations
Small knife
small bag of random things and arrow making materiel's, twine, shiny stones, smelly plants, just things he likes or uses.
ℍ𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪:
𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: Merik hatched along many of his other brood mates into a hostile world full of danger and strife. The next meal was never promised and his tribe was always on the move. He learned quick, learned of the hunt, the jungle and swamp they called home, the many dangers that permeated their existence. Their world was harsh and the strong magic used by the other races forced them to constantly be on the move.
Merik soon found through his early years that there was so much more to look for and see. What little food he was able to gain from the outside world only seemed to further fuel his curiosity. He would steal or barter from any trader that happened through their territory, anything he could for a bit more food and a story or two. However soon his wish came true, his tribe was searching for the other tribes that splintered off them to grow stronger.
To secure their place at the top and lead the tribes their tribe needed to be stronger and that would require magic. Now Merik was not the most skilled magic user but he still had the ability that was all the proof the chieftain needed. He gave Merik a task, go out into the world and learn the smooth skins big magic so that their tribe could survive and be stronger. Merik took little convincing to go; he didn't say good bye just did as he was told.
Merik only recently found his way to the city of Forsaken, helping to escort a caravan of traders. it was slow going but allowed him to get accustomed to some of the other races and the new environment he found himself in. however it did help knowing some of these people, after only being there a short time he received a piece of paper with writing on it. The traders he helped get to the city were kind enough to help him find his way to the tavern and room. Somehow, he felt they were glad to be rid of him.
𝔼𝕩𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕤
ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 ℚ𝕦𝕠𝕥𝕖: "Food?" 𝔸𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔼𝕝𝕤𝕖: His tribe have evolved to be omnivorous. He has a pet flying snake that he tamed that travels with him named Leaf.
Unfortunately we are not still accepting, I just forgot to change the status. My bad. Sorry about that.
I get this feeling like Faint will not like Valanthe very much. Hard to say why. She'll also probably spend the whole time wanting to touch Soot's fur but feeling too embarrassed to ask.
Jury's still out on our fiery friends. Will depend on how much and what kind of attention they pay her.
It's definitely going to be interesting to see the dynamics that form between the characters. We've got a very interesting mix here lol
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