OOC: Actually, Jpatt, I was thinking that too, but for the life of me I can't think of a way to re-word that effectively, short of dropping out the information entirely. If you have any ideas I'd be glad to hear them, else I can just drop it, it's not like it's THAT important. I can just go from abandoned->taken in by nomadic tribe.
Namdar looked at the others and then far off into the distance, thinking, soon we shall be back on the road, and helping people, defending caravans, looking for nobles... The way it should be - perhaps we can turn the tide against this invasion a bit, at least in our area; maybe we can make contact with similar folks in other areas to help set up a concentrated defense against the enemy. He sighed as he looked around and realized what a road the group had ahead.
OOC: How about just "born to a woman taken in an orc raid"?
OOC: I don't know, that sounds more like kidnapping when I word it through. And people will still know what I mean anyways and have the same unpleasant memories despite the wording. I'll just drop it off entirely, it's no big deal.
EDIT: That should do it.
Edited: Rentok on 6th Jun, 2010 - 7:45pm
ooc: I am getting antsy here, can't wait to get moving.
Oliron rides his horse back and forth down the road. Getting used to the feel of it and trying a few maneuvers. He pulls his two blades out, one in each hand. He takes a few swings with them at imaginary foes.
4d20: nat 21, 16, 11, 12
4d10: 12, 6, 4, 5
Edited: Oliron on 7th Jun, 2010 - 12:11am
* Krusten looks at the men taking their sweet time. She becomes frustrated about all the talk and very little action. She does not become angry though, she knows this is how men can be. She has a thought of something she needs to be doing and rides up to Beast's carriage. In a shallow voice she tells those waiting, *
It was interesting to say the least but now I need to be off to find out how some of my elvan folk are doing. I have a trusty horse, gold and equipment to survive. Maybe some future time I might return to see how everyone is doing.
OOC: It was nice guys. I think I will stop here in this game. I will settle as a super heroine for now it suits my pace a little better.
ooc: It was nice to have you. I think we will get moving again here soon if you wait a little longer.
Oliron watches as another of the members leave. He is thankful that she left the sword before leaving the group. Oliron simply waves goodbye not knowing really what to say to the stand offish elf maiden. He remembers there time together and wishes her well, a bit saddened to see her go.
Ashar gingerly gives meat shield an apple, not trusting him not bite his hand as well. He then hops on the back of the cart and pulls out his tin whistle
I shall play us a song to keep our loads light and our wits about us as we escort this caravan.
His crossbow lays in his lap and his magic sword beside him. He begins to play a lively tune.
OOC: I kept reading it "born a woman" rather than "born to a woman" anyway - probably best that you dropped the line.
OOC:So, we're just waiting on KNtoran to post what happened when we went to guard the caravan, though I still wonder why we keep deciding to avoid the oh-so-obvious plot hooks. I mean, there's only so much he can do to point us in the right direction. Why join a campaign if all you're going to do is avoid the plot?