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| Author: | Damian May [ Sat Jul 04, 2015 2:08 am ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Would you like to play this character? |
Dreadnought wrote: Damian May wrote: This bastard? Not so much. Would you like to play the character who hunts down Nathaniel Prendeghast and explains to him in detail the difference between real witchcraft like this (Dragongbreath to groin) and this (Inflict Wound to left ear) and this (Disease to everything) and what was being done by a kindly little old lady who just brewed up doses of feverbane and willowbark for her fellow villagers? (Banish so he can think about what he did). Sure. 
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| Author: | Dreadnought [ Sun Jul 05, 2015 1:36 am ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Would you like to play this character? |
“Out of my way blaggard! I've got no time left for pleasantries, now tell me if that mad-dog bastard Larimer has passed this way before I drag you down as well.” —Aston of Hurstbridge, Widower and a man without hope of redemption. |
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| Author: | Damian May [ Sun Jul 05, 2015 7:32 am ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Would you like to play this character? |
Dreadnought wrote: “Out of my way blaggard! I've got no time left for pleasantries, now tell me if that mad-dog bastard Larimer has passed this way before I drag you down as well.” —Aston of Hurstbridge, Widower and a man without hope of redemption. Tragic fate....embittered veteran....quest for vengeance...where do I sign up! |
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| Author: | Dreadnought [ Mon Jul 06, 2015 8:11 am ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Would you like to play this character? |
“The misty morning when I am astride my horse; armoured, with lance aloft and shield on my arm. I look eagerly towards the eastern horizon. The enemy will be here soon, and I will meet them and send them to hell.” —Hurald Lathendic, on the border of eastern Kurland. |
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| Author: | Damian May [ Tue Jul 07, 2015 12:00 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Would you like to play this character? |
Dreadnought wrote: “The misty morning when I am astride my horse; armoured, with lance aloft and shield on my arm. I look eagerly towards the eastern horizon. The enemy will be here soon, and I will meet them and send them to hell.” —Hurald Lathendic, on the border of eastern Kurland. The rest of them have gone all quiet. Do you think we're confusing them?
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| Author: | Kharille [ Tue Jul 07, 2015 12:07 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Would you like to play this character? |
Need more treacherous characters.... |
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| Author: | Jiminy [ Tue Jul 07, 2015 7:53 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Would you like to play this character? |
I'm always confused. But I'm still looking forward to playing... all these characters! |
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| Author: | Dreadnought [ Tue Jul 07, 2015 11:11 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Would you like to play this character? |
Damian May wrote: The rest of them have gone all quiet. Do you think we're confusing them? There is a method to my madness. |
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| Author: | Damian May [ Tue Jul 07, 2015 11:36 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Would you like to play this character? |
Dreadnought wrote: Damian May wrote: The rest of them have gone all quiet. Do you think we're confusing them? There is a method to my madness. I believe you. 
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| Author: | Dreadnought [ Wed Jul 08, 2015 7:42 am ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Would you like to play this character? |
“Aye, I spread the word of Gatanades among the unfortunates of the northern coast. It appeared that someone had been there before me, when I arrived they were eager to have another prophet of the Hanged God amongst them...a little too eager it seemed but willing parishioners are too few and far between to spurn them. A month later I found out why, they erected a huge cross on the hill above the village and encouraged me to say mass before it. It was not the Lords Day but I acquiesced. No sooner had I finished than I was taken up and bound to the cross. Daggers were thrust through my palms and feet and a spear thrust was made in my side. A young woman set a circlet of briars upon my brow and they began to sing a strangely mangled version of an old nursery prayer. It was only the sudden appearance of a group of raiders from a nearby village that spared me, the cross was tumbled to the ground and I came loose of it. My legs hit the pebbled shore and I began to run, I have not stopped since…” —Friar Cuthbert, during the wee hours in the tap room of the Dappled Pony. |
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