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[freeformschooler]

((I had to do a double take when my eye color, hair color and height were all correct. Anyway, my character is obviously evil. I love this!))

Idoalaelo, after a cursory, nonchalant glance, closed his book of Eldritch horrors. He was sure this might keep someone else entertained well enough, but he'd already read through it many times. Old hat, old hat, he thought. Better to pass the time by swindling some dumb orc out of his life savings.

He hopped off the cart after noticing Lanan do the same, and bumped shoulders with him.

"Why HELLO there, you hairy old lug!" Lanan's expression changed as he reconsidered his choice of words. "I mean... greetings, fine Orcen fellow. What brings you here today? Why did you join us on our adventure?"

He still hadn't realized that Lanan was actually human, and this might come off as an insult to him.

 

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Idoalaelo
Gender: male
Race: half-elf

Motivation: malice
Class: (ex-)guard
Current Mood: sleepy

Attractiveness: 1
on a scale of 1-10
Eyes: blue
Hair: brown
Height: average
Other: unusual tattoos

   Competence: 2
on a scale of 1-10

Main Weapon: daggers

Favourite Sin: Lust
Believes In: Fate
Element: Wind/Air

Sucker for: fancy parties
Annoyed by: cute and fuzzy things
Hobby: collects gossip

Satisfaction with life: 69%
Satisfaction with self: 39%

[freeformschooler]

Also, here's some fanart. Remember: I can't draw very well.

Spoiler: Lanan and Idoalaelo (click to show/hide)

My life is pretty hectic right now so I can't get too involved in stuff.

[DrPoo]

Also, here's some fanart. Remember: I can't draw very well.

Spoiler: Lanan and Idoalaelo (click to show/hide)

My life is pretty hectic right now so I can't get too involved in stuff.

Haha awesome! Do a drawing of the stuff going on in the wagon! I mean, a sleepy wizard with a little smoke coming from his hand, a slender weakling shaking in horror over an Urist McLovecraft scroll, a singing bard guy and all.

[Sinpwn]

Lanan chuckled at the half-elf's confusion of his race.

"Hah, mostly boredom and maybe for a bit of fame, I've always been somewhat of a wanderer." he said, not one for long explanations.

(Nice picture, you can sure as hell draw better than me.)

Spoiler: Lanan the Incompetent Shapeshifter (click to show/hide)

Name: Lanan
Gender: male
Race: human, some orc blood

Motivation: ambition
Class: shapeshifter
Current Mood: silly

Attractiveness: 2
on a scale of 1-10
Eyes: green
Hair: blonde
Height: average
Other: very nice clothes

   Competence: 1
on a scale of 1-10

Main Weapon: staff

Favourite Sin: Pride
Believes In: Luck
Element: Fire

Sucker for: creepy crawly things
Annoyed by: foolish bravery
Hobby: collects stories

Satisfaction with life: 85%
Satisfaction with self: 55%

[lawastooshort]

Kaevan stopped his singing. He was, after all, a compassionate type, and he understood that perhaps his new found companions would prefer some of his bardic accordion. It wasn't long before some bardicly accordionic and soothing sounds drifted out of the wagon; it wasn't much longer till he jumped up in high pitched wrathful anger - probably to cover his petrified terror - shouting:

"A beetle! A beetle! Get that thing away from me!"

Spoiler: Kaevan (click to show/hide)

Name: Kaevan
Gender: male
Race: half-elf

Motivation: compassion
Class: bard
Current Mood: bored

Attractiveness: 2
on a scale of 1-10
Eyes: change with surroundings
Hair: blonde
Height: tall
Other: none

   Competence: 4
on a scale of 1-10

Main Weapon: none (bare hands, magic,
mental powers, or pacifist)

Favourite Sin: Wrath
Believes In: Gods
Element: Darkness

Sucker for: the adoration of the masses
Annoyed by: creepy crawly things
Hobby: studies geography

Satisfaction with life: 55%
Satisfaction with self: 45%

[Haika]

"Oi! I happen ta like 's singin. Leave em be." The tall halfling takes a swing from her bottle of unidentified murky liquid. Her life could have been better, but she has drink, a job, and even if all the members of the party were a bunch of tall non-lings. She would make do. Barely even deserved if you'd ask her. Of course no one does.

Flicking her blonde hair over one tattooed shoulder and adjusting the strap on her studded leather corset, Flissai drunkenly waved her quarterstaff around the wagon she was laying in not really aiming to hit anything, but to give warning to those trying to stop the bard's singing. "You lot betteh be glad I don't have me own drum, or I'd be poundin out a tune with em!"

Spoiler: Flissai the halfling (click to show/hide)

Name: Flissai
Gender: female
Race: halfling

Motivation: loyalty/integrity
Class: (ex-)guard
Current Mood: drunk

Attractiveness: 7
on a scale of 1-10
Eyes: green with gold flecks
Hair: blonde
Height: tall
Other: unusual tattoos

   Competence: 10
on a scale of 1-10

Main Weapon: staff

Favourite Sin: Envy
Believes In: Luck
Element: Darkness

Sucker for: irony
Annoyed by: wild animals of any sort
Hobby: hobbygs/plays an instrument

Satisfaction with life: 64%
Satisfaction with self: 44%

[lawastooshort]

Appreciative of the... appreciation, Kaevan took up his accordion again and began blasting out some quite heavy traditional folk from his native region. He thought about singing again, but realised he'd forgotten the words. His eyes glazed over as he started making up some more.

Well, you know I'm a reluctant shaman but I,
I wish I was a reluctant womaniser;
I was your trusted farmhand,
How could you ever do that to me?

His voice drifted off back into his reverie.

Spoiler: Kaevan (click to show/hide)

Name: Kaevan
Gender: male
Race: half-elf

Motivation: compassion
Class: bard
Current Mood: bored

Attractiveness: 2
on a scale of 1-10
Eyes: change with surroundings
Hair: blonde
Height: tall
Other: none

   Competence: 4
on a scale of 1-10

Main Weapon: none (bare hands, magic,
mental powers, or pacifist)

Favourite Sin: Wrath
Believes In: Gods
Element: Darkness

Sucker for: the adoration of the masses
Annoyed by: creepy crawly things
Hobby: studies geography

Satisfaction with life: 55%
Satisfaction with self: 45%

[freeformschooler]

As requested!

Only four of the wagon goers had posted when I started this.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

From left to right: Keaky, Thasal, Keavan, Raer.

I didn't get all the details right though.

[lawastooshort]

Awesome. Highly awesome.

[freeformschooler]

((Oh yeah, roleplaying.))

"Fame? You're in this for the fame?" Idoalaelo forgot his intention entirely when he heard Lanan's response. He crossed his arms. "And just why would you want that? Those cheese-crashing, Dimlamp-groping bastards back in the city have nothing but hatred welled up inside them. I'm adventuring as an escape from them!"

He smiled as he thought to himself, and his eyes glazed over.

"One day, after I'm wealthy and powerful from adventure, I'll start my own civilization," he said. "And no one there will care if your ears point outward!"

[DrPoo]

As requested!

Only four of the wagon goers had posted when I started this.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

From left to right: Keaky, Thasal, Keavan, Raer.

I didn't get all the details right though.

No, most of em are right, but i imagined Raer as a shady kind of guy whom have retreated to sleep.

Raer gives up on his attempt to sleep. His head pops out from the hood and he does a half hearted attempt at figuring out what the hell is happening. Trusting himself he conjures a little flame and begins to draw glyphs in the air attempting to memorise them for later use. The wagon climbs up a hill, takes a turn and begins to ascend a summit.


Its night in Denmark and i am typing this on my phone, good night, cant wait

[lawastooshort]

As the wagon reaches the crest of the hill, Daevan's music also reaches a mighty peak: his accordion grows ever louder and he starts banging his feet raucously on the wooden planking of the wagon as he all but screams:

Oh you know I'm an unconventional shaman,
But if only I hadn't've been such an unrepentant womaniserrrrrrrrrr.
This wouldn't a happened to meeeeeeeeee -
This wouldn't a happened to meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

Tiny bardic stars coalesce in a magical orbit around his head as he loses himself in apparent ecstasy.

[DrPoo]

Raer is really annoyed and tired, "God damn bards, no sense of situation or is it some inherent highly sadistic sense of humor?" he thought. He attempts to get the best from the situation "Hey, do you know any Folkshuggah or Accordion Corpse? Maybe a piece from The Five Jumping Russians's self titled works? Nine Inch Toenails?" he asks Kaevan(thats the name of the bard?)

[lawastooshort]

"Do I know folkshuggah? My good mage, I practically invented folkshuggah! I am well known as the foremost meridianal folkshuggah accordion artiste for a hundred leagues about my home village! Do I have a treat for you, good sir". And with that boastful outburst Kaevan frowns in deep concentration, turns his accordion up, and blasts out some hard cacophonous folk-influenced accordionmetal, again smacking the sides of the wagon as hard as he can with his feet to pound out a good rhythm.

"March! Of the Death Bison!
March! Into the wasteland of my soul!
March! Death Bison marching!
Where my heart once used to be
Now there's but a burnt out blackened hole!"

Hell yes, thinks Kaevan to himself. I might be so useless at most things I can't even boil an egg, but I sure make up for it with my musical amazingness. I bet my audience love this stuff.

As he plays harder and harder, a black cloud of stormy bardic night seems to congregate about his head, which is vigourously shaking back and forth.

[DrPoo]

Raer claps satisfied by the music, when the piece finally ends, "Can you play their song "Rational Goose" he asks suggesting.