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Master_Vega
10-01-07, 04:36 PM So I like Celtic/Gaelic names... Is there a problem? :P

My primary gaming group (the one I don't DM/GM for) is close to finishing up a D20 Future campaign, and likely switching to D&D again after that. The friend who I was going to play the living mace character with might not want to play the character set this time, and I'm not as enthusiastic about it as I was when I posted the idea here... so I started thinking of alternate characters to play.
I decided on an easygoing, pegasus-riding mercenary. Last night I wrote this to see what else I could figure out about his character:

The sky was starless that night, clouds covering everything but the peaks of nearby mountains like a comforter tucked around children; and where the condensation was the blanket of the heavens, snow was the sheet that the earth slept beneath. In the valley between the swaddled 'young' was a small collective of buildings mostly made of wood. Most of them glowed warmly, signs of heating fire as yellow-orange light danced in the powder outside their windows. Outside of a larger structure, a short and thickly-dressed figure knocked a gathering of fresh flakes from his sign -an especially wide pine plank with the words "McMyedon's Keep" carved into the outward-facing side in fine writing- and walked back inside the inn.
The interior looked like any tavern inn; polished wooden boards formed the floor and walls while the furniture was composed of the same material. On the far end of the room was a long counter with the wall behind it lined in bottles and empty glasses. Mrs. McMyedon winked her deep brown eyes at her husband when he entered. She appeared five-feet tall over the flat surface, but her small features betrayed her halfling qualities; the floor behind the counter was raised two-and-a-half feet so they could be at eye-level with their customers when doing business.
Currently McMyerdon's bride was in the middle of mixing a drink for a young man in a warm coat, probably a human by his ears and build. When the woman set a glass in front of him, he dropped a single silver coin and told her, "Keep the change ma'am. This is the best drink I've seen in days." His accent was clear, and his voice a tad higher than most of the taller folk; he likely had yet to reach his fiftieth--no twentieth year. McMyerdon slowly shook his head at the thought. It was a shame how short people like this one lived; the halfling had already outlived his best friend, and would see the end of that man's children as well.
"Thank you, sir," the woman replied, surprised at the large tip.
"And thank you for the exceptional drink," the guest said after sipping of the glass and putting it down. "What might you have to eat?"
"A vegetable and beef stew, bread, eggs, and even a slice of steak if you feel up to it."
The traveler smiled, "Curse you for mentioning steak... How much?"
"A silver and four copper for the best cut."
"And the worst?"
"We don't have one," Mrs. McMyerdon chuckled, turned, and walked toward the door at the end of the counter, her graying red hair swayed back and forth at her shoulder blades as she did. "Would you like anything else, good sir?"
"Bread, please."
"Of course."
The visitor reached down for his drink to watch a rough hand clasp its fingers around the glass and pull it away. Slightly annoyed, the customer looked to his left to see who had taken his beverage while keeping his easygoing demeanor. Another human man, much taller than he, smirked after gulping down the rest of the liquid.
"'Ey there. I take it that's yer pretty li'l mare in the stables," the unwelcome partaker began.
Raising an eyebrow, the patron replied in a chuckle, "Oh, as much as Dermid would love it, I own no mare."
The man's gaze narrowed, "You're the rich brat who owns that pegasus, am I right?"
McMyerdon tensed as he walked behind the counter, hoping the situation would not go as badly as he predicted. The shorter customer, a man by the name of Corben MacEoin who had bought a room earlier, answered calmly, "I prefer the term, monetarily gifted, but go on."
The other patron, Adam Wellington, spoke heatedly in reply, "Why're you here? Some fool's errand? Here about a dragon somewhere to the East? Do you have anything better to do than walk through the town and show off your fancy mount, and your gold and-"
"Bartender sir, could you get this man a drink? Hard lemonade. It's on me," Corben cut the man off, not wanting to hear his selfish ramblings.
"Yes sir," McMyerdon began mixing the drink.
Adam blinked at what had just occurred. Was the snob trying to buy him off? "You'll have to do better then that, boy."
MacEoin simply smiled at the fellow as the new beverage reached the counter. Before Wellington had a chance to grab it, he took hold of the tall, thin glass and splashed the liquid into the man's eyes.
Adam yelped and stumbled backward off of his stool, only to have the collar of his shirt gripped and yanked forward. Corben's voice reached his ears with only a trace of anger, "I stopped here because it's on my way, not so I could be harassed by some churlish drunk with a knack for whining." With his eyes still stinging, Wellington barely noticed when MacEoin pinned him to the wall, "Take your issues up with whoever runs this town; I don't have time for your weightless complaints."
With that Corben let the belligerent man go and turned to the innkeepers, "My apologies for the trouble. I did not break anything, did I?"
"No sir," McMyerdon assured him, looking disdainfully at Adam, "nothing but his pride."
"Good..." he turned to the other patrons, who had been watching intently since Wellington first spoke, "A silver for the man who sees this fool home."
The customers blinked at the offer, and two of them stood up. Before they could argue over who took the job, MacEoin produced two coins and tossed one to each, "You have a fine night, and be careful." The men nodded and took Adam out of the inn.
"Would you like another of the first drink, sir?" Mrs. McMyerdon asked.
"It's on the house," her husband added.
"Thanks; I think I'll take you up on that," Corben sat back down on the chair and relaxed. That was all the trouble he needed for the night.

Most of the gaming group members want to play in the GM's home-cooked setting (which we can add to in order to accommodate our backstories), so I'm hoping I can take a creative liberty and add a town/city that raises pegasi for the more successful mercenaries who live there.

Things I've decided about Corben MacEoin:

1. His childhood sucked; he ran away one night when he was sure his father would beat him to death.

2. He stole his mount (who he had kept an eye on for some time) in his escape. <-- this feels cliché for some reason... I'm very willing to change this to something else that's cool, but a little more unique (unless it really isn't cliché, then I'll stick with it. :P)

3. Dermid, his steed, was going to be released into the wild (read: gotten rid of) because his wings were not developing in the ranch. No one particularly cared when he went missing. His wings finished growing a full year later, two years after they were supposed to.

4. Corben prefers to fight from atop Dermid; he also prefers to stay out of fights he isn't paid for. 'Small' amounts of money (small to adventurers) don't matter much to him, though, as shown in the above story.

5. He wields a greatsword (claymore).

6. He has two little siblings, one brother and one sister, still at home with his parents, but does not have the courage to go back and face/save them.

What I don't know:

1. What class he is... really... I dunno. He's probably level three (what I'm guessing the GM will start us at), but could be a little higher or lower. He could be a rogue, fighter, swordsage, warblade, or a barbarian... a very civilized barbarian. Heck, there are so many classes I don't know which ones he could fall under. :P Someone suggested a freedom paladin for a non-lawful pegasus rider... but with Corben's background I don't know if he could be one.

2. How he got so easygoing with a past like he has.

3. What his agenda should be... aside from taking his siblings from his parents.

There are more, but I can't think of them right now. :P

What do you think? Any ideas? Like the intro? Cake or pie?

Thanks in advance!
Alodar_Advo
10-01-07, 05:14 PM What if Pegasi picked their mounts, since they are intelligent creatures. Perhaps Dermid picked Corben, and the owner disagreed... chose for the animal the town's mayor's son, or some other unfortuante event of nepatism. The rider of Dermid declared the pegasus to be weak and ill-suited to be a mount, and so Corben and Dermid ran off together.

With Dermid being the underdog, you don't need Corben to be one, however underdogs tend to stay together. The bond between an intelligent creature and it's rider is a very solid one, and perhaps the two of you are just starting to truely get to know each other.

Classes.. hmm that would depend on how well developed Pegasus riders are.. if they are everywhere and typically knights, it would be interesting to be a Sorcerer or a like minded, non-lance wielding type...

Easy going, is easy to do.. when one has a crappy past.. anything can be better then history...

I hope that helps.
Master_Vega
10-01-07, 05:27 PM What if Pegasi picked their mounts, since they are intelligent creatures. Perhaps Dermid picked Corben, and the owner disagreed... chose for the animal the town's mayor's son, or some other unfortuante event of nepatism. The rider of Dermid declared the pegasus to be weak and ill-suited to be a mount, and so Corben and Dermid ran off together.
That sounds better than what I had. :P Thanks, I'll talk to the GM about it.

With Dermid being the underdog, you don't need Corben to be one, however underdogs tend to stay together. The bond between an intelligent creature and it's rider is a very solid one, and perhaps the two of you are just starting to truely get to know each other.
Is point six what makes Corben an underdog, or that coupled with Corben having to run away from home?
It could be neat to start before the bond between rider and pegasus has solidified.

Classes.. hmm that would depend on how well developed Pegasus riders are.. if they are everywhere and typically knights, it would be interesting to be a Sorcerer or a like minded, non-lance wielding type...
I'll have to talk to the GM about how widespread pegasus riders/knights are... I don't think they're too incredibly common, as we already played in this world before, but we might be playing in the future or past.

Easy going, is easy to do.. when one has a crappy past.. anything can be better then history...
True. Thanks again.
olpolok
10-01-07, 05:43 PM 1. Classes that fit the character: Fighter, Cavallier, Rogue, Ranger or maybe something from the Tome of battle. I Really dont see it like a character who would study or use much magic.
2. Why is so easy going? Runaway personality: A typical optimist happy-go-luck sort of guy that is very carefree who likes to go with the flow and lives on the road.
3. Agenda? He is propably too young to have an agenda and its still trying to figure out life. For now he has no agenda, he travels the world, meets new people, makes a buck every now and then to survive and enjoys his adventures.

Iam pictureing your character to be something like this:

http://img232.imageshack.us/img232/2885/dibujomt0.jpg

Just kidding.
Master_Vega
10-01-07, 07:06 PM 1. Classes that fit the character: Fighter, Cavallier, Rogue, Ranger or maybe something from the Tome of battle. I Really dont see it like a character who would study or use much magic. I wasn't particularly looking to play mage-like character anyway. I played a Kineticist last D&D campaign. :P

3. Agenda? He is propably too young to have an agenda and its still trying to figure out life. For now he has no agenda, he travels the world, meets new people, makes a buck every now and then to survive and enjoys his adventures.
I just like to have something that drives my character... I guess that could just come along when the game's plot starts. :P

Iam pictureing your character to be something like this:

http://img232.imageshack.us/img232/2885/dibujomt0.jpg

Just kidding.

You have no idea how thankful I am for the "just kidding". lol!
Terjon of the Blue Rose
10-04-07, 01:08 AM He used a bit too much brute strength for it but rogue/swashbuckler is what he seemed to be too me. Maybe fighter/swash if you keep it at a grab at the collar and a shove. For that matter if you really want to keep it interesting go barbarian/swash. Start with 1 or 2 barb and then continue swash the rest of the way. You could have earned the barb levels fighting to stay alive after running from home and earned the easy-going manner when you picked up that level in swash from a mentor. This would work out nicely since you would have been at lev 2 or 3 and have had a little cash in pocket by then. It also goes well with the carefree manner you now take towards money.

For me pegasi have always been more of a champion's mount. Probably a remnant of old greek mythology in my mind but still its there. With an intelligent (and generally noble) mount like that I would almost certainly go with having the pegasi pick you out rather than you running with him. It probably saw something in you that others did not. Perhaps make it the foal of another pegasi. Maybe even the mount of the mentor who pulled you out of a far more barbaric adventurer's life and taught you swashbuckling. Actually that could make for a good start to your friendship if your mount was the one to convince your mentor to take you on.
Master_Vega
10-04-07, 12:56 PM The hilarious contradiction of a Barbarian/Swashbuckler (also know as HULK SMASH/Inigo Montoya) sounds like a lot of fun. I think Cordel would carry his trusty greatsword for mounted combat, and a rapier (or other fencing weapon) for single combat.
Combat aside, it would go well with his background... especially because I was considering having Cordel illiterate to begin with (it's not like his parents would have taught him). I'm pretty sure he's literate at the time of the entry I wrote in the opening post, though.

Everyone seems to agree the pegasus choosing Cordel is a better idea than Cordel stealing him, so I'll go with that. Now to decide on an iteration. :P

Assuming Terjon's, how fairs the mentor? Should I request that the GM includes the mentor into the party, or should I make up some reason the mentor isn't present? Other than "he died", which is used all too much these days, are there any reasonable explanations?

Thanks again!
Alodar_Advo
10-04-07, 04:05 PM Assuming Terjon's, how fairs the mentor? Should I request that the GM includes the mentor into the party, or should I make up some reason the mentor isn't present? Other than "he died", which is used all too much these days, are there any reasonable explanations?

Every soldier has to die eventually...some die on the battlefield, some die in their recliner watching TV. Maybe your character's mentor was one of the 'lucky' ones that got to retire. Maybe he bought a blacksmith shop in town and is specializing in Pegasus shoes... maybe he found a lady half is age to run away with... it's his golden years, have fun with it.

I hope that helps.
Terjon of the Blue Rose
10-04-07, 11:55 PM Simpler still your master was a swashbuckler. He may have simply decided after you gained your first level you were ready to travel on your own again. It was a fond fairwell from him and his mount to you and your new one when he left and sought after new adventures of his own.

edit: This does kinda make taming you an adventure in his story :P
Terjon of the Blue Rose
10-04-07, 11:57 PM BTW who needs a greatsword and rapier when you can have an elven greatsword or enchant a greatsword for finesse?
Master_Vega
10-05-07, 01:28 AM BTW who needs a greatsword and rapier when you can have an elven greatsword or enchant a greatsword for finesse?

Are there rules for that? What book? :P

Simpler still your master was a swashbuckler. He may have simply decided after you gained your first level you were ready to travel on your own again. It was a fond fairwell from him and his mount to you and your new one when he left and sought after new adventures of his own.

edit: This does kinda make taming you an adventure in his story :P

That certainly makes sense with what's in the Complete Warrior (that swashbucklers are all rivals). I like that idea. Thanks!
Terjon of the Blue Rose
10-05-07, 01:37 AM elven greatsword is in the races book with the elves. I know in Ebberon at least a weapon enchanted with an air elemental allows for weapon finesse even if it normally wouldn't and I'm pretty sure there is another enchantment that allows it.
Master_Vega
10-05-07, 01:45 AM I see... I'll have to search for those next time I'm over at my GM's house. I'll also have to wait until forth level if he's going by normal starting wealth. I'm already pushing it with a pegasus. lol!

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Master_Vega 10-01-07, 04:36 PM	So I like Celtic/Gaelic names... Is there a problem? :P My primary gaming group (the one I don't DM/GM for) is close to finishing up a D20 Future campaign, and likely switching to D&D again after that. The friend who I was going to play the living mace character with might not want to play the character set this time, and I'm not as enthusiastic about it as I was when I posted the idea here... so I started thinking of alternate characters to play. I decided on an easygoing, pegasus-riding mercenary. Last night I wrote this to see what else I could figure out about his character: The sky was starless that night, clouds covering everything but the peaks of nearby mountains like a comforter tucked around children; and where the condensation was the blanket of the heavens, snow was the sheet that the earth slept beneath. In the valley between the swaddled 'young' was a small collective of buildings mostly made of wood. Most of them glowed warmly, signs of heating fire as yellow-orange light danced in the powder outside their windows. Outside of a larger structure, a short and thickly-dressed figure knocked a gathering of fresh flakes from his sign -an especially wide pine plank with the words "McMyedon's Keep" carved into the outward-facing side in fine writing- and walked back inside the inn. The interior looked like any tavern inn; polished wooden boards formed the floor and walls while the furniture was composed of the same material. On the far end of the room was a long counter with the wall behind it lined in bottles and empty glasses. Mrs. McMyedon winked her deep brown eyes at her husband when he entered. She appeared five-feet tall over the flat surface, but her small features betrayed her halfling qualities; the floor behind the counter was raised two-and-a-half feet so they could be at eye-level with their customers when doing business. Currently McMyerdon's bride was in the middle of mixing a drink for a young man in a warm coat, probably a human by his ears and build. When the woman set a glass in front of him, he dropped a single silver coin and told her, "Keep the change ma'am. This is the best drink I've seen in days." His accent was clear, and his voice a tad higher than most of the taller folk; he likely had yet to reach his fiftieth--no twentieth year. McMyerdon slowly shook his head at the thought. It was a shame how short people like this one lived; the halfling had already outlived his best friend, and would see the end of that man's children as well. "Thank you, sir," the woman replied, surprised at the large tip. "And thank you for the exceptional drink," the guest said after sipping of the glass and putting it down. "What might you have to eat?" "A vegetable and beef stew, bread, eggs, and even a slice of steak if you feel up to it." The traveler smiled, "Curse you for mentioning steak... How much?" "A silver and four copper for the best cut." "And the worst?" "We don't have one," Mrs. McMyerdon chuckled, turned, and walked toward the door at the end of the counter, her graying red hair swayed back and forth at her shoulder blades as she did. "Would you like anything else, good sir?" "Bread, please." "Of course." The visitor reached down for his drink to watch a rough hand clasp its fingers around the glass and pull it away. Slightly annoyed, the customer looked to his left to see who had taken his beverage while keeping his easygoing demeanor. Another human man, much taller than he, smirked after gulping down the rest of the liquid. "'Ey there. I take it that's yer pretty li'l mare in the stables," the unwelcome partaker began. Raising an eyebrow, the patron replied in a chuckle, "Oh, as much as Dermid would love it, I own no mare." The man's gaze narrowed, "You're the rich brat who owns that pegasus, am I right?" McMyerdon tensed as he walked behind the counter, hoping the situation would not go as badly as he predicted. The shorter customer, a man by the name of Corben MacEoin who had bought a room earlier, answered calmly, "I prefer the term, monetarily gifted, but go on." The other patron, Adam Wellington, spoke heatedly in reply, "Why're you here? Some fool's errand? Here about a dragon somewhere to the East? Do you have anything better to do than walk through the town and show off your fancy mount, and your gold and-" "Bartender sir, could you get this man a drink? Hard lemonade. It's on me," Corben cut the man off, not wanting to hear his selfish ramblings. "Yes sir," McMyerdon began mixing the drink. Adam blinked at what had just occurred. Was the snob trying to buy him off? "You'll have to do better then that, boy." MacEoin simply smiled at the fellow as the new beverage reached the counter. Before Wellington had a chance to grab it, he took hold of the tall, thin glass and splashed the liquid into the man's eyes. Adam yelped and stumbled backward off of his stool, only to have the collar of his shirt gripped and yanked forward. Corben's voice reached his ears with only a trace of anger, "I stopped here because it's on my way, not so I could be harassed by some churlish drunk with a knack for whining." With his eyes still stinging, Wellington barely noticed when MacEoin pinned him to the wall, "Take your issues up with whoever runs this town; I don't have time for your weightless complaints." With that Corben let the belligerent man go and turned to the innkeepers, "My apologies for the trouble. I did not break anything, did I?" "No sir," McMyerdon assured him, looking disdainfully at Adam, "nothing but his pride." "Good..." he turned to the other patrons, who had been watching intently since Wellington first spoke, "A silver for the man who sees this fool home." The customers blinked at the offer, and two of them stood up. Before they could argue over who took the job, MacEoin produced two coins and tossed one to each, "You have a fine night, and be careful." The men nodded and took Adam out of the inn. "Would you like another of the first drink, sir?" Mrs. McMyerdon asked. "It's on the house," her husband added. "Thanks; I think I'll take you up on that," Corben sat back down on the chair and relaxed. That was all the trouble he needed for the night. Most of the gaming group members want to play in the GM's home-cooked setting (which we can add to in order to accommodate our backstories), so I'm hoping I can take a creative liberty and add a town/city that raises pegasi for the more successful mercenaries who live there. Things I've decided about Corben MacEoin: 1. His childhood sucked; he ran away one night when he was sure his father would beat him to death. 2. He stole his mount (who he had kept an eye on for some time) in his escape. <-- this feels cliché for some reason... I'm very willing to change this to something else that's cool, but a little more unique (unless it really isn't cliché, then I'll stick with it. :P) 3. Dermid, his steed, was going to be released into the wild (read: gotten rid of) because his wings were not developing in the ranch. No one particularly cared when he went missing. His wings finished growing a full year later, two years after they were supposed to. 4. Corben prefers to fight from atop Dermid; he also prefers to stay out of fights he isn't paid for. 'Small' amounts of money (small to adventurers) don't matter much to him, though, as shown in the above story. 5. He wields a greatsword (claymore). 6. He has two little siblings, one brother and one sister, still at home with his parents, but does not have the courage to go back and face/save them. What I don't know: 1. What class he is... really... I dunno. He's probably level three (what I'm guessing the GM will start us at), but could be a little higher or lower. He could be a rogue, fighter, swordsage, warblade, or a barbarian... a very civilized barbarian. Heck, there are so many classes I don't know which ones he could fall under. :P Someone suggested a freedom paladin for a non-lawful pegasus rider... but with Corben's background I don't know if he could be one. 2. How he got so easygoing with a past like he has. 3. What his agenda should be... aside from taking his siblings from his parents. There are more, but I can't think of them right now. :P What do you think? Any ideas? Like the intro? Cake or pie? Thanks in advance!
Alodar_Advo 10-01-07, 05:14 PM	What if Pegasi picked their mounts, since they are intelligent creatures. Perhaps Dermid picked Corben, and the owner disagreed... chose for the animal the town's mayor's son, or some other unfortuante event of nepatism. The rider of Dermid declared the pegasus to be weak and ill-suited to be a mount, and so Corben and Dermid ran off together. With Dermid being the underdog, you don't need Corben to be one, however underdogs tend to stay together. The bond between an intelligent creature and it's rider is a very solid one, and perhaps the two of you are just starting to truely get to know each other. Classes.. hmm that would depend on how well developed Pegasus riders are.. if they are everywhere and typically knights, it would be interesting to be a Sorcerer or a like minded, non-lance wielding type... Easy going, is easy to do.. when one has a crappy past.. anything can be better then history... I hope that helps.
Master_Vega 10-01-07, 05:27 PM	What if Pegasi picked their mounts, since they are intelligent creatures. Perhaps Dermid picked Corben, and the owner disagreed... chose for the animal the town's mayor's son, or some other unfortuante event of nepatism. The rider of Dermid declared the pegasus to be weak and ill-suited to be a mount, and so Corben and Dermid ran off together. That sounds better than what I had. :P Thanks, I'll talk to the GM about it. With Dermid being the underdog, you don't need Corben to be one, however underdogs tend to stay together. The bond between an intelligent creature and it's rider is a very solid one, and perhaps the two of you are just starting to truely get to know each other. Is point six what makes Corben an underdog, or that coupled with Corben having to run away from home? It could be neat to start before the bond between rider and pegasus has solidified. Classes.. hmm that would depend on how well developed Pegasus riders are.. if they are everywhere and typically knights, it would be interesting to be a Sorcerer or a like minded, non-lance wielding type... I'll have to talk to the GM about how widespread pegasus riders/knights are... I don't think they're too incredibly common, as we already played in this world before, but we might be playing in the future or past. Easy going, is easy to do.. when one has a crappy past.. anything can be better then history... True. Thanks again.
olpolok 10-01-07, 05:43 PM	1. Classes that fit the character: Fighter, Cavallier, Rogue, Ranger or maybe something from the Tome of battle. I Really dont see it like a character who would study or use much magic. 2. Why is so easy going? Runaway personality: A typical optimist happy-go-luck sort of guy that is very carefree who likes to go with the flow and lives on the road. 3. Agenda? He is propably too young to have an agenda and its still trying to figure out life. For now he has no agenda, he travels the world, meets new people, makes a buck every now and then to survive and enjoys his adventures. Iam pictureing your character to be something like this: http://img232.imageshack.us/img232/2885/dibujomt0.jpg Just kidding.
Master_Vega 10-01-07, 07:06 PM	1. Classes that fit the character: Fighter, Cavallier, Rogue, Ranger or maybe something from the Tome of battle. I Really dont see it like a character who would study or use much magic. I wasn't particularly looking to play mage-like character anyway. I played a Kineticist last D&D campaign. :P 3. Agenda? He is propably too young to have an agenda and its still trying to figure out life. For now he has no agenda, he travels the world, meets new people, makes a buck every now and then to survive and enjoys his adventures. I just like to have something that drives my character... I guess that could just come along when the game's plot starts. :P Iam pictureing your character to be something like this: http://img232.imageshack.us/img232/2885/dibujomt0.jpg Just kidding. You have no idea how thankful I am for the "just kidding". lol!
Terjon of the Blue Rose 10-04-07, 01:08 AM	He used a bit too much brute strength for it but rogue/swashbuckler is what he seemed to be too me. Maybe fighter/swash if you keep it at a grab at the collar and a shove. For that matter if you really want to keep it interesting go barbarian/swash. Start with 1 or 2 barb and then continue swash the rest of the way. You could have earned the barb levels fighting to stay alive after running from home and earned the easy-going manner when you picked up that level in swash from a mentor. This would work out nicely since you would have been at lev 2 or 3 and have had a little cash in pocket by then. It also goes well with the carefree manner you now take towards money. For me pegasi have always been more of a champion's mount. Probably a remnant of old greek mythology in my mind but still its there. With an intelligent (and generally noble) mount like that I would almost certainly go with having the pegasi pick you out rather than you running with him. It probably saw something in you that others did not. Perhaps make it the foal of another pegasi. Maybe even the mount of the mentor who pulled you out of a far more barbaric adventurer's life and taught you swashbuckling. Actually that could make for a good start to your friendship if your mount was the one to convince your mentor to take you on.
Master_Vega 10-04-07, 12:56 PM	The hilarious contradiction of a Barbarian/Swashbuckler (also know as HULK SMASH/Inigo Montoya) sounds like a lot of fun. I think Cordel would carry his trusty greatsword for mounted combat, and a rapier (or other fencing weapon) for single combat. Combat aside, it would go well with his background... especially because I was considering having Cordel illiterate to begin with (it's not like his parents would have taught him). I'm pretty sure he's literate at the time of the entry I wrote in the opening post, though. Everyone seems to agree the pegasus choosing Cordel is a better idea than Cordel stealing him, so I'll go with that. Now to decide on an iteration. :P Assuming Terjon's, how fairs the mentor? Should I request that the GM includes the mentor into the party, or should I make up some reason the mentor isn't present? Other than "he died", which is used all too much these days, are there any reasonable explanations? Thanks again!
Alodar_Advo 10-04-07, 04:05 PM	Assuming Terjon's, how fairs the mentor? Should I request that the GM includes the mentor into the party, or should I make up some reason the mentor isn't present? Other than "he died", which is used all too much these days, are there any reasonable explanations? Every soldier has to die eventually...some die on the battlefield, some die in their recliner watching TV. Maybe your character's mentor was one of the 'lucky' ones that got to retire. Maybe he bought a blacksmith shop in town and is specializing in Pegasus shoes... maybe he found a lady half is age to run away with... it's his golden years, have fun with it. I hope that helps.
Terjon of the Blue Rose 10-04-07, 11:55 PM	Simpler still your master was a swashbuckler. He may have simply decided after you gained your first level you were ready to travel on your own again. It was a fond fairwell from him and his mount to you and your new one when he left and sought after new adventures of his own. edit: This does kinda make taming you an adventure in his story :P
Terjon of the Blue Rose 10-04-07, 11:57 PM	BTW who needs a greatsword and rapier when you can have an elven greatsword or enchant a greatsword for finesse?
Master_Vega 10-05-07, 01:28 AM	BTW who needs a greatsword and rapier when you can have an elven greatsword or enchant a greatsword for finesse? Are there rules for that? What book? :P Simpler still your master was a swashbuckler. He may have simply decided after you gained your first level you were ready to travel on your own again. It was a fond fairwell from him and his mount to you and your new one when he left and sought after new adventures of his own. edit: This does kinda make taming you an adventure in his story :P That certainly makes sense with what's in the Complete Warrior (that swashbucklers are all rivals). I like that idea. Thanks!
Terjon of the Blue Rose 10-05-07, 01:37 AM	elven greatsword is in the races book with the elves. I know in Ebberon at least a weapon enchanted with an air elemental allows for weapon finesse even if it normally wouldn't and I'm pretty sure there is another enchantment that allows it.
Master_Vega 10-05-07, 01:45 AM	I see... I'll have to search for those next time I'm over at my GM's house. I'll also have to wait until forth level if he's going by normal starting wealth. I'm already pushing it with a pegasus. lol!