Kybalion (Styrius) - Private Thread

[TristenC]

This is a private thread for Styrius' character Kybalion

It will contain:
-Current Character Sheet (maintained by dm)
-Character experiences separate from the party

https://www.unseenservant.com/index.php ... 10220&wh=f

Kybalion by Styrius

Human Fighter (5) CG
XP: 20,000 (TNL: 32,000)(10% xp bonus for high str)
Stats: Str 18/71 (+2 to hit, +3 dmg. wt allw 160/305, OD 13, Bb/Lg 25%); Dex 12; Con 15 (+1 hp, SS90% Rez94% ); Int 8; Wis 10; Cha 14 (hench 6, Loy +1, React +2)
Ht: 6'4" Wt: 275 lbs. Age: 28
AC: 5 (-5 Chainmail)
Current Hp: 31/40 Status: Hurt (Mv 12)

Saves: PPDM (11); RSW (13); PetPoly (12); BW (13); Sp (14)
Special: Fear: (9); Horror (16); Madness (16) [Includes warrior ‘Bravery bonus’ of +1 vs fear, Inspire others +1]

WP: Glaive-guisarme+1 Specialized 3/2 attks/rnd (2d4+6/2d6+6) type P/S sp 9; sling stone (1d4+3) (R40/80/160), bullet (1d4+4/1d6+4) (R50/100/200) sp 6; LongSword (1d8+3/1d12+3) sp5, footman's mace (1d6+4/1d6+3) sp 7
Thac0: Melee 14, Ranged 16, Glaive Guisarme 13, (Untrained Thac0: 16/18)
NWP: Direction Sense (11), Endurance (15), Etiquette (14), Weather sense (9)
Languages: Common (Genwald: Sun Kingdom Dialect), Elvish
Harmonian: 5% (+5 for Elven)


Class/Kit bonuses/abilities:
Weapon specialization
Inspire others: (Ravenloft, straight War only) +1 inspiration bonus to saves vs Fear to any one character (at higher levels, can divide bonus among mult allies)


Equipment: [weight in lbs], {objects in container}
Worn:, Glaive-Guisarme+1 [10], Chain mail[40], Clothes, belt {Pouch Sm [0.5]{coinage}, sling[0.1]}
Wt Carried: 50.6 lbs

Backpack (worn)[2] {Flint and Steel[0.1], whetstone [1], Dry Rations (1wk)[7], torches 3x [3], Wineskin (full)[5], sling stonesx20 [10], sling bulletsx20 [10], winter blanket [3]},
Wt Stored: 41.1 lbs

32 gp, 2 sp, 71 cp remain [2]
Total Eq wt: 93.7 lbs (Unencumbered w or w/o pack)


Description:
Kybalion's appearance is one of a taller than average human with sandy blondish hair and medium length full beard. He is muscular and can have a commanding presence when he wants to. He has worked hard surviving on the outskirts of Silverymoon in the Forgotten Realms. The hard work has chilled his body into a work of art that he is rather fond of. He will work to defend those in need of aid to the best of his ability. The ladies tend to notice his long flowing hair and larger than average "protective piece" of his loins.

Background:
Being of a large size Kybalion was sought after to serve in the local militia to help keep peace and defend the area. He dabbled in some bouncer type work when not on duty. He attracted more than his fair share of attention from the ladies and not the least bit of envy from other men. He isn't the brightest bulb in the box and has more than once heeded bad advice. He has been thoroughly convinced that bathing with holy water is the secret to good skin. When he has enough coin he will procure some from a cleric to wash his head and neck with to prevent sun damage.

[Styrius]

Where to start?

[TristenC]

Link to what you have so far?

[Styrius]

Now that you have the link, Let us prepare for the whorror that shall forth ensue.

[TristenC]

Looks good so far
-you should choose a sword type for your sword WP
-You still have 1 bonus language and 1 NWP to spend (from your intelligence
-gave you some free rations

Feel free to post an image and description of your character in the "Cast of Victims" thread

[Styrius]

Done.

[TristenC]

The Blind Fighting NWP costs 2 slots, so you don't have enough for that one right now.

[Styrius]

Perhaps etiquette will suffice.

[TristenC]

Sounds good

What is Kybalion's biggest regret?
What is his greatest fear?
Where might he find himself of a given night if he had all his gear with him, lol.

[Styrius]

Kybalion is a tad too superficial to have a regret. He goes through his day as he sees fits and for his own purpose. The closest thing he has to what he might term regret is losing his grandfather’s cart at a game of dice. That is only because he then had to load what stuff he could on the oxen and carry by hand what he could back home.

His biggest fear would be not having a beautiful woman fawning on him.

Even with all his gear, if he not on duty, he would found with a woman at an inn.

[TristenC]

Kybalion made his way along the cobbled streets of Thel Jeers. The night-time sounds of the city around him had taken on a more relaxed and revelrous tone compared to the daylight hours. His duty as a member of the city watch done for the day, he roamed the slightly damp, midsummer evening air alone. He knew many of the shops would be closing and the doors of the taverns, inns and alehouses would be cracking open to spill their warm glow into the world invitingly. Ah Thel Jeers.... the second largest city in the kingdom, behind only the capitol. It was a trade hub, and the city had a reputation... almost anything could be found or had if one knew where to look and was willing to pay the price.

There was still some moderate distance to go to return to where he was staying, and having all of his gear with him meant that there would be practically no inconvenience if he decided to stop elsewhere for the night. Musing idly to himself a dozen places crossed his mind... places he could find a drink or work as a bouncer... maybe even pretty girl to pass the time with. An unseasonably cool wind picked up and the fighter noticed that a thin fog had begun to settle just above the tiled rooftops. Odd... it seemed difficult to place exactly what street he had wandered down... though in a city this size, it would take one a decade to know every road.

Up ahead the faint sound of a woman singing wafted gently to his ears...

[Styrius]

Kybalion enjoys the cooling breeze a bit as he strolls. The sounds of singing reaching his ears brings a smile to his face but he knows every two bit skank is looking to take his coin. Not that he is unwilling to pay the right lady for some company. He heads for the nearest inn looking for some good drink, food, and hopefully a lady he can charm into his arms without coin. He might inquire with the tavern owner about doing a shift of bouncing for a meal in return. After a long day's work, that is low on his priority list.

[TristenC]

His boots echo down the lane with a strangulated, muffled quality; though the voice in the distance remains bright and clear. There was an inn around here somewhere... there always was in Thel Jeers. At first it seemed like the music wasn't getting any closer, but then the fog cleared just enough to see... A stunning woman in a snug dress of maroon silk sways as she hums quietly now. Tresses of raven hair dancing about her shoulders as she spins and twirls in languid graceful circles; dancing with closed eyes in the night. Slowly those lids open, and violet eyes regard Kybalion. A small smile begins to curl at her lips

[Styrius]

Having noticed the odd mist rolling in faster than a regular for does has him alert. The sudden parting of fog and what he takes to be a strumpet trying to draw his attention makes Kybalion decide that this is entirely strange. Very different that he can't find an Inn or tavern in a town like this like, right now. He decides to the closest door to him and subsequent doors to find an open one.

[TristenC]

Kybalion reaches for the nearest door, belonging to home with stucco-and beam construction. The thick oaken slab is painted bright blue but barred tight from the inside. The windows all have thick wooden shutters, matching the door. The next structure is a similarly constructed shop, the sign swaying depicting a hog with dotted lines drawn to suggest the best cuts of meat.

The woman chuckles in a clear, melodic way; the sound like tiny blades ringing against each other. As he reaches the third doorway her voice enters a deeper tenor with a gently undulating melody that wanders higher in pitch to an extended contralto.

See the fallen flower Laaaaay
‘Neath the watchful tower Graaaaay
Stretching shadows, end of Daaaaays
Hushing Robin, Rook and Jaaaaay

Ah-aah-aaaaaah Ah-ah-ah-aaaaaah
Ah-aah-aaaaaah Ah-ah-ah-aaaaaah

The soothing music’s gentle tempo seems to seep into your very soul, slackening muscles and eroding their strength.

Lay you down, return to Claaaaay
No work to make nor game to Plaaaaay
Feel the earth upon your Faaaace
Of your fresh and waiting Graaaaave

Ah-aah-aaaaaah Ah-ah-ah-aaaaaah
Ah-aah-aaaaaah Ah-ah-ah-aaaaaah

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Save vs spells please ^_^