“Four
days.
“Four
days is a long time to go without food or fresh water.”
I’m going
to start including these little italic interludes of narrative. I hope you like them.
I've enjoyed being in his group. But once again, I find myself starting
after the last meeting of pathfinder. That’s just how long it took to describe
my old group.
Ah, well. Upward and onward.
“Silence filled the bubble. The Captain was fiddling with
his rapier, and Shady was experimenting with how long the spell would hold if
he poked the wall with a knife. Belial did his best to be invisible until his
master needed him, while John nervously shied away. The monk sat in silence,
contemplating the many ways a man could die.
“Finally
the Captain stirred.
“ ‘Are
we there yet?’ ”
The group descended slowly through the water on some magical
platform. The meeting began when they reached their destination.
They found
themselves in a small cave. Shady immediately checked for traps and, finding
none, proceeded to a low archway. This lead to a series of rather predictable
events. Shady checked for traps and, finding none, finally noticed the weirdo
off to the side who was holding himself and rocking back and forth, whimpering.
Character profile: The Monk
Race: Tengu
(or something)
Class: Monk
Appearance:
Giant bird with a cloak. Think Ra’zac.
Preferred
weapons: Hand 1 and Hand 2
Alternate
weapons: Is literally proficient with everything. Swords, arrows, lances,
chairs…
Other
traits: Sworn to silence (he finds ways around that). Can also throw anything,
regardless of weight.
Interests:
Punching, kicking, throwing, killing, and collecting human bones.
Yes, the strange boy was me. Not
the Monk, the one rocking back and forth. Thus Hans’s story continues. How do
you like the profile thing? I think it’s pretty cool. At any rate, I have to
apologize for the lack of sheep in my entrancé.
Ignoring me, Shady continued forward, only to be
attacked by an evil plant. Three minutes later, they continued forward again.
Coming upon a fork in the road, the Captain went one way and everyone else the
other (except me, because I’m still in the corner feeling sorry for myself).
Observing the group (the Captain mostly), it immediately became clear that my
role was already filled to capacity (as evidenced by the somewhat amusing mime
act).
‘Perhaps’, I think, ‘the
group could handle two insane people’.
Captain: “Hey, how many times can I
use acid splash every day?”
Darick: “Erm…as many as you want, I
suppose”
Captain: “Excellent. I use acid
splash on the wall repetitively”
‘No, probably not.'
So then…
Who am I?
…
I could be anybody.
And so I became anybody.
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