At these words, Uhldragoth gives the slightest hint of a smile and a nod.
He seems surprised at your invitation. "I'm as familiar with Rhaw Dor's coasts and rivers as anyone ever was. Indeed, there are several locations I have noted over the years that would serve your people well...
"Tyrsilians! That explains the bland clothing, Ha ha ha . . ." Uhldragoth muses to "your lot". "Yes, thinking southernward, I believe I recognize several of your lot's banners." Hanging along the sides, amoungst the rigging, and about the decks of the barges, are several dozen banners bearing...
The serphent watches the deckhand scurry off, then looks back to you as you introduce yourself.
The reptilian, clever eyes seem to focus past, no, through you, for a couple moments, like deep contemplation."Ahhh . . . Allard . . . can't say I recall that name, although it sounds southern...
@SpiralErrant War, battle, and combat will have a separate page from this one. The standard formula for utility, knowledge, diplomacy, and leadership checks is a d20+any relevant modifiers. If you have (insert skill) rank 1, then you have a +2 modifier bonus. If you have rank 5 in said skill...
The creature's bellowing laughter is tremendous and abrupt, and many aboard the vessels jump in surprise, yourself included. "Most rudely impended indeed! Came on too strong, did I! Ha! Ha-Ha-Ha . . . " The monstrous, scaly head moves back several dozen feet, chuckling still. The tentacles...
It has been three weeks and two days since the colony ships departed the bustling harbor of Galleon Bay, in the Imperial City. The three freight barges gifted to the colonists are huge, bulky, slow, and barely maneuverable, but they are also heavily armored, stable to the point of near...
Registered here a couple years ago, started something up, then life pretty much became a tornado. It feels strange being here again. Anyway, the main reason I'm going to once again try online here is because I've been hardcore thinking about doing a 1 on 1 Nation-building Fantasy RP. Games such...
While Freyja had been taking aim, Urhand maneuvered himself to the front of the vessel, crouched behind the tip. He waited for the elf girl's shots . . . damn! She IS a good shot!
Concentrating, Urhand feels around, checking his straps and gear one last time.
He was traveling light, well...
Urhand barely tries to mask his shock. Five hundred gold! Who the hell are these people?
Still not wanting to believe his instincts, Urhand nods to the darkscale, "I'm definitely in."
(Sry, I totally failed to realize I needed to post lol)
Urhand grabs the purse, trying to guess the contents. The Fighters Guild can trek across oblivion for all he cares, THIS is how he wants to make his money. "Thank you . . . friend (the word tastes strange, he has never had any "friends")...