She began to laugh when Golan actually started to walk, She then guided him in a circle around to the wagon where the others still were. Well, no. That's why I think we should wait for the others.
Greel huh, This should be fun. She walks towards Golan. Oh cheer up it was an honest mistake. and gives him a slap on the back.
Look at Jabril, he is a tough guy.
She then holds her arm up as if to prompt Golan to ask to escort her to the restaurant, and smiled at him.
His comment at the beginning of the trip had offended her, but she believed him making a fool of himself by kicking the door on their generous employer was a satisfying enough form of charma for her.
That sounds delightful Jabril. I could eat. She hops out of the wagon as if nothing had happened at all.
Realizing she had collected some fur on her clothing from Fred, she used the same trick she had on Golan's shirt on her self. Tossing the ball of fur on the ground.
Chali also shot up to a standing position. Awakening the bear that had been sleeping at her side. She did not draw her weapons but listened intently waiting for what ever should come next.
I'm just along for the ride and pay. How much use could a girl like me be anyway. she glares at Golan and rolls her eyes, her words dripping with sarcasm.
She then continues to pet Fred in the manner Bobby had, realizing it pleased the cub so much.
Chali's grin turned straight. And she rolled her eyes as she spoke.
Well how nice of you to say. I suppose I might be wrong about my preconceptions of you as well. after casting an obviously fake grin, shifts her position to be facing more in the opposite direction of Golan, turning her full attention to her new furry friend instead.
Oh don't worry. Being able to get you to take off your clothes is not why I think you're easy She gives Golan a wink and a smile as she takes his shirt and turns it inside out.
She then nudges Golan slightly farther from her, and lays the shirt where he had been sitting.
Next, she rubs her hands together directing the electicity within her hands to form a static cling, running her hand over the shirt to pick up the cat hair, which took a minute to do concidering the amount of hair. After getting most of the hair off she rolled the cat hair into a ball and tossed it on the floor. Chali picks up the shirt, gives it a flick and turns it right side out again. There, that should help. Although, I'm tempted not to give it back to you, those abs are killer She gives him another wink as she hands him back his shirt.
Before continuing to pet Fred she touches her finger to Golan's belt buckle, releasing the static that had built up in her hands.
Oh for goodness sake, you're making me itch. She points to Golan's shirt. Here. Take your shirt off and give it to me. I can help she holds her hand out.
Blarg He is a stuff talkin', foot step lickin' , magic stuff makin', stone drawin', and riddle speekin' crazy ol' coot and self proclaimed bad ass
Name Blarg Olcoot Race - Human Age - 68 Affiliations - none
Appearance & Apparel - A Scruffy but also muscular old man. With wirey gray hair with patches of red that age has yet to claim which seems to go in every direction. His left eye of his is quite bigger than the right and Blarg has lost a few teeth from misjudging the bitability of some dirt clumps in his day. Has a height of 6'2", but hunches down when standing, putting him usually around 5'5" tall. Wears tattered and dirty clothing, and has many diverse in color and shape beads in random places through out his person, in his hair, his clothes and shoes. The strange beads are not in any particular order, and appear as if he were splattered with sap and then tossed some beads which then decided to stay forever. Giving his hygiene, however, that may actually have been what happened.
Personality & Background - Who knows what it was in his history that has made him such a strange old man, but that is what is certain. He is a whacky, crazy old man. He tends to speak in riddles and frequently answers a question with another question. His favorite snack is dirt, yes dirt. His food was the first of the many non living things that ever talked to him, and boy did that turn him off of it. However, he does have to eat actual food to stay alive so he usually just adds dirt to whatever he consumes as if someone normal would add salt or other seasonings. Oh yes, he talks to inanimate objects. He can gather information from such things, but as it turns out things without minds, don't really have much useful information to offer half of the time, and are often very rude, not dirt though. Dirt is pretty much a go with the flow kinda thing.. it doesn't care much about very much, and its also tasty!
Skills Smithing and Tailoring Spellforging The art of forging physical items out of raw magic, sacrificing your ability to cast a spell to turn it into an item. Cannot be done twice with the same spell. Lvl 1. Apparel Lvl 2. Item Augmenting Crystal
Lvl 3. Armor Piece
Lvl 4. Small Pet
Lvl 5. Weapon
Lvl 6. Gadget/Tool
Lvl 7. Armor Set
Lvl 8. Greater Weapon
Lvl 9. Greater Pet
Lvl 10. Magical Squire
Stuff Talking Can hear voices from inanimate objects. The voices in his head block out mind magic
And if someone tries to read his mind they will get a confused mash of things
Like what the chair is thinking or
What his clothes have to say about the matter Footstep Tasting Eating dirt for such a long time, has showed him he can somewhat track people or animals by tasting the dirt that they walked in.
Weapons
A 6' Petrified Wooden Staff. Looks like a dead peace of wood, but is hard as stone. Also has a few beads here and there on it, though it is not obvious how they manage to stay on.
Non-Weapon Items #- indicates an item forged from a spell
#Sandblast Forged Cloak#
A hessian cloak of a light sandy brown. Flicks of the cloak release directed bursts of sand which are rough and scouring. The cloak can also release sand slowly to create or cover a trail. #Dowsing Crystal# - The imbued item acts as a dowsing rod for metal, or the largest piece of metal if there is alot around. This effect also orients the item, if used in combat, for more skilled blocks and parries. #Futures So Bright# - A pair of dark tinted glasses. You seem cooler and more competent to everyone that sees you.
Keeps a few slabs of stone about 12" x 12" x 1" in his pack both to keep his strength up and also to draw on. He sells his unique stone drawings to anyone willing to pay for them.
Total pieces of art sold: 3
Total pieces of art placed on display in front unwilling homes and businesses: 288.6
Spells#-Indicates a spell that has been forged into an item.
Level 1
#Sandblast#
Pummel
Etch
#Charisma#
Level 2
Dirty Trick
#Ferropathy#
Pets
Jar of Live Geckos. Who knows why he has these things..
Chali lifted her attention from Fred to Golan, but continued to stroke the laxidasical cub. Oh, was there excitement. I must have missed that. she gave Golan a coy smile. She leaned in close to Golan to whisper in his ear. What a bunch of weirdos huh.
She leans forward and helps the bear up next to her letting him rest his head on her lap. She began to pet him and felt more comfortable, though he was a bit heavier than what she thought he would be.
At that, Chali felt she needn't say anything else to Bobby. She nodded, and put her feet up, nuzzling more comfortably into her space. She was quite cozy, and only wished she had a tiny kitten to sit on her lap for the ride. She held a hand out to fred with a peace of dried meat she had retrieved from her sack and patted her lap with the other, trying to coax him to come and sit on her lap. A bear cub that could make cat sounds was close enough.
Look at Jabril, he is a tough guy.
She then holds her arm up as if to prompt Golan to ask to escort her to the restaurant, and smiled at him.
His comment at the beginning of the trip had offended her, but she believed him making a fool of himself by kicking the door on their generous employer was a satisfying enough form of charma for her.
Realizing she had collected some fur on her clothing from Fred, she used the same trick she had on Golan's shirt on her self. Tossing the ball of fur on the ground.
She then continues to pet Fred in the manner Bobby had, realizing it pleased the cub so much.
Well how nice of you to say. I suppose I might be wrong about my preconceptions of you as well. after casting an obviously fake grin, shifts her position to be facing more in the opposite direction of Golan, turning her full attention to her new furry friend instead.
She then nudges Golan slightly farther from her, and lays the shirt where he had been sitting.
Next, she rubs her hands together directing the electicity within her hands to form a static cling, running her hand over the shirt to pick up the cat hair, which took a minute to do concidering the amount of hair. After getting most of the hair off she rolled the cat hair into a ball and tossed it on the floor. Chali picks up the shirt, gives it a flick and turns it right side out again. There, that should help. Although, I'm tempted not to give it back to you, those abs are killer She gives him another wink as she hands him back his shirt.
Before continuing to pet Fred she touches her finger to Golan's belt buckle, releasing the static that had built up in her hands.
He is a stuff talkin', foot step lickin' , magic stuff makin', stone drawin', and riddle speekin' crazy ol' coot and self proclaimed bad ass
Name Blarg Olcoot
Race - Human
Age - 68
Affiliations - none
Appearance & Apparel - A Scruffy but also muscular old man. With wirey gray hair with patches of red that age has yet to claim which seems to go in every direction. His left eye of his is quite bigger than the right and Blarg has lost a few teeth from misjudging the bitability of some dirt clumps in his day. Has a height of 6'2", but hunches down when standing, putting him usually around 5'5" tall. Wears tattered and dirty clothing, and has many diverse in color and shape beads in random places through out his person, in his hair, his clothes and shoes. The strange beads are not in any particular order, and appear as if he were splattered with sap and then tossed some beads which then decided to stay forever. Giving his hygiene, however, that may actually have been what happened.
Personality & Background - Who knows what it was in his history that has made him such a strange old man, but that is what is certain. He is a whacky, crazy old man. He tends to speak in riddles and frequently answers a question with another question. His favorite snack is dirt, yes dirt. His food was the first of the many non living things that ever talked to him, and boy did that turn him off of it. However, he does have to eat actual food to stay alive so he usually just adds dirt to whatever he consumes as if someone normal would add salt or other seasonings. Oh yes, he talks to inanimate objects. He can gather information from such things, but as it turns out things without minds, don't really have much useful information to offer half of the time, and are often very rude, not dirt though. Dirt is pretty much a go with the flow kinda thing.. it doesn't care much about very much, and its also tasty!
Skills
Smithing and Tailoring
Spellforging The art of forging physical items out of raw magic, sacrificing your ability to cast a spell to turn it into an item. Cannot be done twice with the same spell.
Lvl 1. Apparel
Lvl 2. Item Augmenting Crystal
Lvl 3. Armor Piece
Lvl 4. Small Pet
Lvl 5. Weapon
Lvl 6. Gadget/Tool
Lvl 7. Armor Set
Lvl 8. Greater Weapon
Lvl 9. Greater Pet
Lvl 10. Magical Squire
Stuff Talking Can hear voices from inanimate objects. The voices in his head block out mind magic
And if someone tries to read his mind they will get a confused mash of things
Like what the chair is thinking or
What his clothes have to say about the matter
Footstep Tasting Eating dirt for such a long time, has showed him he can somewhat track people or animals by tasting the dirt that they walked in.
Weapons
A 6' Petrified Wooden Staff. Looks like a dead peace of wood, but is hard as stone. Also has a few beads here and there on it, though it is not obvious how they manage to stay on.
Non-Weapon Items #- indicates an item forged from a spell
#Sandblast Forged Cloak#
A hessian cloak of a light sandy brown. Flicks of the cloak release directed bursts of sand which are rough and scouring. The cloak can also release sand slowly to create or cover a trail.
#Dowsing Crystal# - The imbued item acts as a dowsing rod for metal, or the largest piece of metal if there is alot around. This effect also orients the item, if used in combat, for more skilled blocks and parries.
#Futures So Bright# - A pair of dark tinted glasses. You seem cooler and more competent to everyone that sees you.
Keeps a few slabs of stone about 12" x 12" x 1" in his pack both to keep his strength up and also to draw on. He sells his unique stone drawings to anyone willing to pay for them.
Total pieces of art sold: 3
Total pieces of art placed on display in front unwilling homes and businesses: 288.6
Spells #-Indicates a spell that has been forged into an item.
Level 1
#Sandblast#
Pummel
Etch
#Charisma#
Level 2
Dirty Trick
#Ferropathy#
Pets
Jar of Live Geckos. Who knows why he has these things..
Currency
20 Gold
Plans, if I had a plan that would indeed be hilarious. You're all right my bearded friend.