She was promptly swarmed with kobold minions. Until Petal made her save, it was going to be tough for her to maneuver. That was when the slinger jumped up on the boulders whose shadow I was hiding under and hit our resident priest of Bahamut with a pot of glue-crap. My Perception isn't so hot, so I didn't see the ambush coming but my Stealth was swank enough so they didn't see me coming either.īok noticed two of the Kobolds, Dragonshields, with heavy armor and pointed them out to Petal, who was on point. I was scouting ahead but I'm a city-boy, so that meant I went ahead a bit, nestled up against some rocks with some nice Stealth rolling and just took it easy. The lady selling the bolts of clothe mentioned kobolds. The roads are dangerous since the empire fell and they just seem to be getting worse all the time. We all had connections and reasons to head to Winterhaven (psst, I think the adventure's afoot in Winterhaven), so we all agreed to watch over a caravan that was headed over there to trade bolts of cloth for Winterhaven wheat. I love putting a knife in the face of a bandit no one cares about a bandit. Bok and Petal had just cleared out some bandits and wouldn't ya know it, rather than meet up in some dingy tavern, Kendrick and I were on the trail of those same bandits. It is hard to remember that Bok is a man, in part because he's just so fey pretty and also because he is played by a pixie-ish lady. There is some debt from the Feywild that is eating at him but I only know about it because Petal's player mentioned it before Bok's player showed up and then Bok's player alluded to it when my player gave her a ride home. He's more like me, morally flexible, Unaligned if you believe what the ole character sheets say. Yeah, Kendric is a player-character too, couldn't you tell?īok is an Eladrin Wizard, straight off the boat from the Feywild. His brothers all became city guards and his sisters all married city guards, or so he told me. Where I was raised in a family of devil worshipping killers he was raised by city guard, generations of them. That was when I ran into the Fighter, Kendric Dell - Fafhrd to my Grey Mouser. Something happened, something I'm not ready to talk about just yet (my player hasn't made it up yet) and I lost my taste for the family business. We settled into an urban sprawl and carved out our place in blood. I have thirteen brothers and seven sisters, cannot even be bothered to count the cousins and uncles and aunts. Nowadays, since the fall of Bael Turath, my family's nothing but thugs with knives. My family used to kill for a Tiefling duke, back when we had an empire. I'm a Tiefling Rogue, grabbed that feat that allows me to take some Warlock nifties, mostly because my player had a vision of a rogue with a dagger in one hand and a wand in the other. I'm a Dungeons and Dragons character, made up in that new fourth edition. I was covered in blood like an amateur and my brothers thought it was all hilarious. My hair's black, though I shave it bald to accentuate my horns, though I keep a black beard just like ole Asmodeus, the God-Tyrant of Hell, because the ladies find it dashing. My name is Melech the Red and it isn't because I wear scarlet or because I have red hair.
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