((OOC: hey again! Yeah I can wait until the fight is over. Thanks! ))
Anyways here is my character sheet:
Balen Knots
Changeling - Rogue - Arcane Trickster
Alignment Chaotic Good (CG)
Lifestyle
Squalid: Balen has literally nothing but a small canoe that he sleeps in. He is trying to save up to get a small boat.
Physical Characteristics - Hair: White, fizzy, and messy. Never combs it. - Skin: White - Eyes: White - Height: 5'3 - Weight: 120 lbs - Age: 24 - Gender: Male
Personality Traits
2. I work hard so I can play hard when the work is over.
6. I never pass up a friendly wager.
Ideals
3. Freedom. The sea is freedom-the freedom to go anywhere and do anything. (Chaotic)
Bonds
3. I'll always remember my first ship.
Flaws
*Main one: He has a very short short term memory (basically like Dory from Finding Nemo but not as severe). He keeps a journal of all the identities he has taken and just general notes about himself so he doesn't forgot. Sometimes he has forgotten that he has been pretending to be someone and just continued to be that identity until it got him in trouble.
3. When someone questions my courage , I never back down no matter the consequences.
4. Once I start drinking, it's hard for me to stop.
Organizations
I don’t follow any organizations.
Allies N/A
Enemies N/A
Backstory
Balen born upon a majority-human pirate ship to a captive changeling mother who the pirates were planning to sell (along with other live prisoners). The captain decided to keep him basically as a "pet"/servant and he served as the ship's entertainment as soon as he was able to walk (changelings mature real fast sadly), delighting the crew by being anything and doing anything they wanted. With the little coin he made (some of the fellow pirates gave him trinkets and whatnot if they were feeling particularly generous) he tried to buy his mother's freedom. But by the time that had happened, on what he thought was a quick stop in the harbor, she was sold to some whatever town it was. He found out from later on that day from another pirate once they had already set sail. That day he set out to kill the captain and steal the ship.
Stealing a dagger from a sleeping crew member, he went up towards the front of the ship in disguise. He had reached the deck (he lived in the lowest of the ship's quarters) when a rival pirate ship had begun its attack. The deck was quickly swept up in flames, and, with still the dagger in his grip, he had rushed to get up to the captain's quarters only to find it empty. Dashing outside, he saw the captain in a shakedown with the rival ship's crew. Just as he was about to make his kill, he was struck in the head with a cannonball an it went black.
He woke up floating in the sea somewhere. Luckily, he had made it out it alive, and so dishearteningly he waited until he was washed ashore to the nearest island. He now just tries his best to make an honest living and learn whatever he can. Though, often he'll steal to get whatever he needs (and if he thinks you deserve it). He has a tendency to start random businesses including his main one called "I'll be you for a day" where he'll do your job or whatever you need to get done for you. He has made a vow to be honest and he keeps it (most of the time anyways).
Other
He has a good knowledge of knot tying skills, and he named himself after it.
Both of you have excellent backstories well done. Sun dial you are currently in the town of Elmside would you mind coming up with where you are and what you are doing
“Oh he’ll be out cold for quite a while” Fungus responds dragging the man to one of the beds. Walking out of the room and past the hair cutting room out on to the street you see Dew walking into the leaning stool tavern.
Balen had been sleeping in his canoe during the main commotion of the man falling unconscious in the middle of town. He liked his mid-day naps, and it helped kept him out of trouble for the most part. Otherwise his mind was restless and he was always having to do something. Today, just like yesterday, he was going to try to sell some books he'd come across from the previous town he visited. He didn't know what god it was about or whatever religion it was for, but he thought hey maybe somebody'd like to read it. So he put on his best clothes (ones he stole three towns ago), slicked back his white hair, and went into town, docking his canoe somewhere behind a tree. He brought his memory journal with him just in case. He'd never know when he'd forget, but he always knew it came in the worst of times.
Anyways he had been only out walking for a few seconds when he tripped over a rock and smashed his head on the solid ground. After a few moments of lying there, he made his way up. "Well, yeah you know, no, today is just not it," he muttered to himself, rubbing his head. He headed straight for the tavern for a drink or maybe five, carrying the bundle of books with him. Hey, while he got a drink, maybe'll someone would buy from him there.
When he got there, he stopped for as second and debated on looking more professional or just looking like himself. "Eh," he kept his true form and went around asking people in the tavern if they wanted to buy the books, not caring if he was interrupting or looking stupid. He needed money today, and he didn't even have enough for a drink.
Inside the Leaning Stool tavern is a lively crowd everywhere there’s something to see, whether it’s the fishermen breaking into songs or exchanging tales some of them true, or merchants discussing trading agreements often becoming shouting matches or the multitude of drunks flaunting about like kings. Dew sits slumped in her seat “what about the Supine you were going to kill him” she speaks with some coldness but it still breaks and wavers with emotion.
many of the people who you try to sell your books to ignore or decline your offer the last man of which a older man wearing a alpine hat and a permanent frown says to you rather gruffly “leave stranger can’t you see no one is interested in your garbage!” Others nearby laugh or shout their agreement
"If you're not interested in my garbage, then why are you trying to scrounge around in it."
"And Dew, he's not dead, I was trying to stop him from killing us. He's in the hospital with Fungus, and I wanted to take you there to see for yourself, if you're willing."
"Ha ha ha! Very funny," he shouts grimly, glaring hard at the older man. "Interesting books for sale!" he shouts even louder, not breaking eye contact with the older man, "Books with interesting stuff for you to read! Serpents, symbols, galore!" The taunt had really ruffled his feathers (if he had them!), but he was determined to make at least one coin. He hadn't even looked at what's inside the books anyway, but he had roughly skimmed it.
Don't try the tavern, he quickly scribbled in his journal, awful people. No customers. He was about to make his exit before he spotted the odd couple. A dragonborn and the lady with the flowers in her hair. "Heyyyy friends," he slides over next to the two, "Dragon-guy and Flower-lady, are you interested in my wares."
He spreads out the books on the table and also offers up his business card, a flimsy piece of parchment with his name scribbled on it, "And if you ever need someone to do a job for you that you don't want to do yourself, I'm your guy, gal, or whoever you need me to be."
((OOC: I have no idea if you want the books to be something significant in your campaign. You can or don't have to. It's up to you))
((OOC: I thought maybe it would be helpful to them about the Robe, like maybe it had information about it or something? It doesn't have to be though. It's up to you!))
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Okay, the world presents some problems and we don't know what to do / You've come to find your feelings aren't exactly what you knew.
Chin up! / Don't bet on sinking ships because they'll turn your chips to trash. / You've got to set your sights and hopes on setting not to crash!
The truth can seem quite bleak if you don't make your plans unfurl / But I would not let that mar my opinion of the world!
"I might want to see in a minute, right now I'm seeing if this lady would be willing to follow me to the hospital to discuss something that's been happening in the town recently. Thank you so much for asking though, it's very kind of you to offer."
I look at Dew, patiently waiting for her response.
"Sure, no problem. Thank you," Balen was genuinely taken aback from that response. It was much more nicer than he'd expected him to say, given that he just called him 'Dragon-guy.' He would've tipped his hat if he had one, but instead he collected his books and moved over to the bar side of the tavern, thinking how if he should transform into something with sad enough eyes maybe someone then will buy him a drink. He fumbled around in his pocket for some change that didn't exist.
He wondered about the hospital and the town gossip the guy was talking about. He knew it was none of his business, but it was something that had piqued his interest. Whenever he went from town to town, he always liked picking up whatever stories he got from them. Sometimes his nosiness got him into trouble, though he probably wouldn't recall it. He never liked writing things like that into his notebook. What you don't know won't hurt you. So whatever run-ins with the law went along with his past-self's mind, faded from the present. Balen started scribbling into his journal a couple of knots he'd been trying to remember (two half hitches, monkey's fist) as he stayed within earshot of the two.
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Okay, the world presents some problems and we don't know what to do / You've come to find your feelings aren't exactly what you knew.
Chin up! / Don't bet on sinking ships because they'll turn your chips to trash. / You've got to set your sights and hopes on setting not to crash!
The truth can seem quite bleak if you don't make your plans unfurl / But I would not let that mar my opinion of the world!
Dew sits there staring at her feet before mumbling something that sounds like ‘it couldn’t hurt’ hesitantly she stands up and follows you up the street to the barbershop.
The man with the alpine hat who you had tried to sell to earlier walks up to you flanked by two very muscular men and says “look here stranger that man you were speaking to his names Tildrash he’s a friend of mine. You try to pull any of your scams on him and you will live to regret it” the two men behind him crack their knuckles menacingly “I’m watching you stranger” the man says before walking away followed closely by the other two
Fungus is sitting in one of the bedside chairs dozing off. The Supine is laying rather uncomfortably on one of the beds —Fungus had just tossed him up on one with little care of how he landed—
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((OOC: hey again! Yeah I can wait until the fight is over. Thanks! ))
Anyways here is my character sheet:
Balen Knots
Changeling - Rogue - Arcane Trickster
Alignment
Chaotic Good (CG)
Lifestyle
Squalid: Balen has literally nothing but a small canoe that he sleeps in. He is trying to save up to get a small boat.
Physical Characteristics
- Hair: White, fizzy, and messy. Never combs it.
- Skin: White
- Eyes: White
- Height: 5'3
- Weight: 120 lbs
- Age: 24
- Gender: Male
Personality Traits
2. I work hard so I can play hard when the work is over.
6. I never pass up a friendly wager.
Ideals
3. Freedom. The sea is freedom-the freedom to go anywhere and do anything. (Chaotic)
Bonds
3. I'll always remember my first ship.
Flaws
*Main one: He has a very short short term memory (basically like Dory from Finding Nemo but not as severe). He keeps a journal of all the identities he has taken and just general notes about himself so he doesn't forgot. Sometimes he has forgotten that he has been pretending to be someone and just continued to be that identity until it got him in trouble.
3. When someone questions my courage , I never back down no matter the consequences.
4. Once I start drinking, it's hard for me to stop.
Organizations
I don’t follow any organizations.
Allies
N/A
Enemies
N/A
Backstory
Balen born upon a majority-human pirate ship to a captive changeling mother who the pirates were planning to sell (along with other live prisoners). The captain decided to keep him basically as a "pet"/servant and he served as the ship's entertainment as soon as he was able to walk (changelings mature real fast sadly), delighting the crew by being anything and doing anything they wanted. With the little coin he made (some of the fellow pirates gave him trinkets and whatnot if they were feeling particularly generous) he tried to buy his mother's freedom. But by the time that had happened, on what he thought was a quick stop in the harbor, she was sold to some whatever town it was. He found out from later on that day from another pirate once they had already set sail. That day he set out to kill the captain and steal the ship.
Stealing a dagger from a sleeping crew member, he went up towards the front of the ship in disguise. He had reached the deck (he lived in the lowest of the ship's quarters) when a rival pirate ship had begun its attack. The deck was quickly swept up in flames, and, with still the dagger in his grip, he had rushed to get up to the captain's quarters only to find it empty. Dashing outside, he saw the captain in a shakedown with the rival ship's crew. Just as he was about to make his kill, he was struck in the head with a cannonball an it went black.
He woke up floating in the sea somewhere. Luckily, he had made it out it alive, and so dishearteningly he waited until he was washed ashore to the nearest island. He now just tries his best to make an honest living and learn whatever he can. Though, often he'll steal to get whatever he needs (and if he thinks you deserve it). He has a tendency to start random businesses including his main one called "I'll be you for a day" where he'll do your job or whatever you need to get done for you. He has made a vow to be honest and he keeps it (most of the time anyways).
Other
He has a good knowledge of knot tying skills, and he named himself after it.
Okay, the world presents some problems and we don't know what to do / You've come to find your feelings aren't exactly what you knew.
Chin up! / Don't bet on sinking ships because they'll turn your chips to trash. / You've got to set your sights and hopes on setting not to crash!
The truth can seem quite bleak if you don't make your plans unfurl / But I would not let that mar my opinion of the world!
"Thank you, I just hope this gives us enough time to find out what's going on."
"I'm going to go find Dew, if you could, please put the man up on the bed and make sure he doesn't wake up soon."
"If he does, make the loudest noise that you can make."
Both of you have excellent backstories well done. Sun dial you are currently in the town of Elmside would you mind coming up with where you are and what you are doing
“Oh he’ll be out cold for quite a while” Fungus responds dragging the man to one of the beds. Walking out of the room and past the hair cutting room out on to the street you see Dew walking into the leaning stool tavern.
"I apologize for frightening you Dew, it was the only choice I believed would give everyone the chance to make it out of that situation alive."
((OOC: Aw thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it!))
Balen had been sleeping in his canoe during the main commotion of the man falling unconscious in the middle of town. He liked his mid-day naps, and it helped kept him out of trouble for the most part. Otherwise his mind was restless and he was always having to do something. Today, just like yesterday, he was going to try to sell some books he'd come across from the previous town he visited. He didn't know what god it was about or whatever religion it was for, but he thought hey maybe somebody'd like to read it. So he put on his best clothes (ones he stole three towns ago), slicked back his white hair, and went into town, docking his canoe somewhere behind a tree. He brought his memory journal with him just in case. He'd never know when he'd forget, but he always knew it came in the worst of times.
Anyways he had been only out walking for a few seconds when he tripped over a rock and smashed his head on the solid ground. After a few moments of lying there, he made his way up. "Well, yeah you know, no, today is just not it," he muttered to himself, rubbing his head. He headed straight for the tavern for a drink or maybe five, carrying the bundle of books with him. Hey, while he got a drink, maybe'll someone would buy from him there.
When he got there, he stopped for as second and debated on looking more professional or just looking like himself. "Eh," he kept his true form and went around asking people in the tavern if they wanted to buy the books, not caring if he was interrupting or looking stupid. He needed money today, and he didn't even have enough for a drink.
Okay, the world presents some problems and we don't know what to do / You've come to find your feelings aren't exactly what you knew.
Chin up! / Don't bet on sinking ships because they'll turn your chips to trash. / You've got to set your sights and hopes on setting not to crash!
The truth can seem quite bleak if you don't make your plans unfurl / But I would not let that mar my opinion of the world!
Inside the Leaning Stool tavern is a lively crowd everywhere there’s something to see, whether it’s the fishermen breaking into songs or exchanging tales some of them true, or merchants discussing trading agreements often becoming shouting matches or the multitude of drunks flaunting about like kings. Dew sits slumped in her seat “what about the Supine you were going to kill him” she speaks with some coldness but it still breaks and wavers with emotion.
many of the people who you try to sell your books to ignore or decline your offer the last man of which a older man wearing a alpine hat and a permanent frown says to you rather gruffly “leave stranger can’t you see no one is interested in your garbage!” Others nearby laugh or shout their agreement
"If you're not interested in my garbage, then why are you trying to scrounge around in it."
"And Dew, he's not dead, I was trying to stop him from killing us. He's in the hospital with Fungus, and I wanted to take you there to see for yourself, if you're willing."
"Ha ha ha! Very funny," he shouts grimly, glaring hard at the older man. "Interesting books for sale!" he shouts even louder, not breaking eye contact with the older man, "Books with interesting stuff for you to read! Serpents, symbols, galore!" The taunt had really ruffled his feathers (if he had them!), but he was determined to make at least one coin. He hadn't even looked at what's inside the books anyway, but he had roughly skimmed it.
Don't try the tavern, he quickly scribbled in his journal, awful people. No customers. He was about to make his exit before he spotted the odd couple. A dragonborn and the lady with the flowers in her hair. "Heyyyy friends," he slides over next to the two, "Dragon-guy and Flower-lady, are you interested in my wares."
He spreads out the books on the table and also offers up his business card, a flimsy piece of parchment with his name scribbled on it, "And if you ever need someone to do a job for you that you don't want to do yourself, I'm your guy, gal, or whoever you need me to be."
((OOC: I have no idea if you want the books to be something significant in your campaign. You can or don't have to. It's up to you))
Okay, the world presents some problems and we don't know what to do / You've come to find your feelings aren't exactly what you knew.
Chin up! / Don't bet on sinking ships because they'll turn your chips to trash. / You've got to set your sights and hopes on setting not to crash!
The truth can seem quite bleak if you don't make your plans unfurl / But I would not let that mar my opinion of the world!
((OOC what kind of book did you want it to be?))
((OOC: I thought maybe it would be helpful to them about the Robe, like maybe it had information about it or something? It doesn't have to be though. It's up to you!))
Okay, the world presents some problems and we don't know what to do / You've come to find your feelings aren't exactly what you knew.
Chin up! / Don't bet on sinking ships because they'll turn your chips to trash. / You've got to set your sights and hopes on setting not to crash!
The truth can seem quite bleak if you don't make your plans unfurl / But I would not let that mar my opinion of the world!
((OOC no that’s cool with me it could be a children’s book full of legends and myths))
((OOC: Sure okay! Sounds good!)))
Okay, the world presents some problems and we don't know what to do / You've come to find your feelings aren't exactly what you knew.
Chin up! / Don't bet on sinking ships because they'll turn your chips to trash. / You've got to set your sights and hopes on setting not to crash!
The truth can seem quite bleak if you don't make your plans unfurl / But I would not let that mar my opinion of the world!
"I might want to see in a minute, right now I'm seeing if this lady would be willing to follow me to the hospital to discuss something that's been happening in the town recently. Thank you so much for asking though, it's very kind of you to offer."
I look at Dew, patiently waiting for her response.
"Sure, no problem. Thank you," Balen was genuinely taken aback from that response. It was much more nicer than he'd expected him to say, given that he just called him 'Dragon-guy.' He would've tipped his hat if he had one, but instead he collected his books and moved over to the bar side of the tavern, thinking how if he should transform into something with sad enough eyes maybe someone then will buy him a drink. He fumbled around in his pocket for some change that didn't exist.
He wondered about the hospital and the town gossip the guy was talking about. He knew it was none of his business, but it was something that had piqued his interest. Whenever he went from town to town, he always liked picking up whatever stories he got from them. Sometimes his nosiness got him into trouble, though he probably wouldn't recall it. He never liked writing things like that into his notebook. What you don't know won't hurt you. So whatever run-ins with the law went along with his past-self's mind, faded from the present. Balen started scribbling into his journal a couple of knots he'd been trying to remember (two half hitches, monkey's fist) as he stayed within earshot of the two.
Okay, the world presents some problems and we don't know what to do / You've come to find your feelings aren't exactly what you knew.
Chin up! / Don't bet on sinking ships because they'll turn your chips to trash. / You've got to set your sights and hopes on setting not to crash!
The truth can seem quite bleak if you don't make your plans unfurl / But I would not let that mar my opinion of the world!
I'm going to stand up and begin to walk, but look at Dew as a last ditch effort to get her to follow.
Dew sits there staring at her feet before mumbling something that sounds like ‘it couldn’t hurt’ hesitantly she stands up and follows you up the street to the barbershop.
((for Balen))
The man with the alpine hat who you had tried to sell to earlier walks up to you flanked by two very muscular men and says “look here stranger that man you were speaking to his names Tildrash he’s a friend of mine. You try to pull any of your scams on him and you will live to regret it” the two men behind him crack their knuckles menacingly “I’m watching you stranger” the man says before walking away followed closely by the other two
I'm going to go check on Fungus and the Supine to see if everything's still alright.
Fungus is sitting in one of the bedside chairs dozing off. The Supine is laying rather uncomfortably on one of the beds —Fungus had just tossed him up on one with little care of how he landed—