Thalorn
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Thalorn: Greetings stranger, I am Thalorn the archer.
Player: Greetings, I am [Playername].
Thalorn: You're not one of...them, are you?
Player: Them? Who are you talking about?
Thalorn: Them, who ride the accursed horses in the night! Them, who wear armor forged by demons, who kill all in their path, who slew my brave father with arrows they sacrifice people to fashion, who slaughtered my family, who stalk me always!
Player: 1) No 2) Yes
Thalorn: 1) Good. You do not look like them, but one can never be too sure. 2) I shall rip you limb from limb, you dog! [Start barfight with fists, or just end conversation].
Player: As it happens, I am an adventurer. Would you care to join me? Perhaps I could aid your quest for vengence.
Thalorn: My bow screams for revenge, my arrows yearn to embed themselves in the throats of my enemies...Yes, I will join you. With my keen eye and bow, I shall hunt my enemies down and turn their villages to dust. [Join Party]
Thalorn has power draw 3, high bow skill (130 or so, I guess), 2-3 athletics, and 3 spotting ability.
Carlos
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Player: Greetings, I am [Playername].
Carlos: And I am Carlos, champion of three fairs and many feats of arms.
Player: You're a fighter, then? Are you competing in any fairs currently?
Carlos: No. As it happens, I am no longer welcome back.
Player: Why is that?
Carlos: I killed too many men.
Player: Is that not the point of duels?
Carlos: Well senoir, it is a bit more complicated. These men were not, as you would say, competing in the ring when they were killed. Actually, they were all found dead in their homes or in dark alleys. And, I was under suspicion because all of these men had owed me money or had offended me before their deaths.
Player: So, they had reason to suspect you?
Carlos: Si. Well, that and every body had a note saying something to the effect of 'Next time, you will pay the money you owe - Carlos'. And the next morning, I had already fled.
Player: That seems rather harsh. Why did you not challenge them to a duel?
Carlos: Though I am not a dunce with a halberd, I prefer what might not be termed a 'fair fight' if at all possible. Say, are you an adventurer?
Player: 1) Yes 2) No
Carlos: 1) Perhaps I could join you. The authorities would never suspect another group of people taking me into their confidence. I am good with a halberd, somewhat skilled at planning ambushes, and good at teaching what skills at arms I know. 2) Ah, are you a weakling merchant then? Be off! [End Convo]
Player: 1) Sure, we could use another fighter. 2) Um, actually, all the possible openings in my party have been filled up...real pity...sorry 3) I don't know about taking a wanted man into my group...
Carlos: 1) Muy bueno! [Join Party] 2) Isn't that excuse a bit old? Well, I can tell when I'm not wanted. Now, where did I put that list of names? [End Conversation] 3) Worry not my friend. I swear on my father's grave not to harm you. And besides, you're more likely to get nailed in the back of the head with a bolt from some chump with a name like Borchey than be harmed by me.
Player: 1) Good point. You're in. [Join Party] 2) That's not saying much. [End Conversation].
Carlos is pretty good with polearms, not so bad with other melee weapon types, and comes with a halberd, has 4 training skill, 3 powerstrike, and 3 tactics.
Crazed Rabbit
