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Bow or Polearm? Bow or Polearm? Bow or Polearm? That's a tough decision for me. Grail Pilgrim is such a flavorful career, though, and that settles it. Marhault Perrot, Grail Pilgrim Like most Brionnians, Marhault was born a romantic poet. Where others favor tales of love, Mar has always been fascinated by the tales of chivalry, especially those telling of the exploits of Grail Knights. And like any boy who's into such stories, he always dreamed of being one himself. Of course reality was that he was born into a family of peasants and his greatest deed in life would probably be building a new sty. Two years ago, the Grail Knight Artagnan de Robin passed through Mar's hamlet. It was quite the show and Mar was starstruck. Then the band of Grail Pilgrims trailing Sir Artagnan entered the town and after talking to them, Marhault decided to join them. If he can't be a Grail Knight, he could at least be close to a true, living one. In his mind, this beat shoveling manure and maybe we would become famous himself for a song he would write about a great deed of Sir Artagnan one day. In the two years following Artagnan he hasn't composed this great song yet, but witnessed his questing all across the land. His latest exploits would lead him into the Forest of Arden in search of a missing knight he was friends with. There he was beset upon by a horde of beastmen and the pilgrims rushed forward to help their revered Sir Artagnan. Many a pilgrim fell, but Mar survived. Sir Artagnan valiantly fought and saved the lives of many a pilgrim to boot. In the end, the beastmen were decimated and driven off. Only then it became apparent how much Artagnan had sacrificed for this victory. He collapsed, bleeding heavily from many wounds and the pilgrims attending to him quickly turned to securing the best relics off his body once they realized there was no hope and no prayer to the Lady would save Artagnan. Since then, the pilgrim band has been marching across Bretonnia, carrying the body of Sir Artagnan and spreading the word of his noble deeds in life. After taking a winding route through the country, the group has finally sailed to Lyonesse. Not to bury him, of course, since the pilgrims are intend on continuing their tour through the land with Artagnan as so many pilgrims do. Mar will not be joining them, however. Being witness to the great accomplishments of one of the greatest heroes of this age and the occasional opportunity to do something knight-like himself have become more important to him than serving the memory of Sir Artagnan. And while he thinks he'll join another band of Grail Pilgrims following a living knight when he finds one, the last stand of Sir Artagnan has left a mark on Mar. A thirst for thrill and adventure is growing in him. So when hears that Duke Adalhard is looking for adventurers he more than excited to sate this thirst by following the Duke's call, still as much a dreamer as he was three years ago. pre:Name: Marhault Perrot Race: Human (Bretonnian, Brionne) Career: Grail Pilgrim Height: 5'11" Weight: 180 lbs. Age: 17 Character Profile Primary : | WS | BS | S | T | AG | INT | WP | FEL| Starting : | 38 | 25 | 31 | 34 | 37 | 26 | 37 | 29 | Advances : | 10 | 05 | 05 | 05 | 05 | 00 | 00 | 05 | Taken : | 05 | 00 | 00 | 00 | 00 | -- | -- | 05 | Gained : | -- | -- | -- | -- | -- | -- | -- | -- | Current : | 43 | 25 | 31 | 34 | 37 | 26 | 37 | 34 | Secondary : | A | W | SB | TB | M | MAG | IP | FP | Starting : | 1 | 13 | 3 | 3 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 2 | Advances : | - | 02 | - | - | - | - | - | - | Taken : | - | 00 | - | - | - | - | - | - | Current : | 1 | 13 | 3 | 3 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 2 | Skills: Charm Common Knowledge (Bretonnia) +10% (another +10% on tests concerning Brionne) Dodge Blow Intimidate Outdoor Survival Perception Gossip Characteristics: 8#2d10 9 5 17 9 5 6 18 17 - Shallya's Mercy to turn one of fives into an eleven. Wounds, FP: 2#1d10 6 1 - W 12, FP 2 2 Random Talents: 2#1d100 Distinguishing Marks: 1d100 86 - Huge Nose Height: 1d10 7 - 5'11" Weight: 1d100 89 - 180 lbs. Star Sign: 1d100 100 - The Witchling Star Age: 1d100 6 - 17 Meet Thy Doom!: 1d100 97 - Foretelling of Doom: "Ranald shall abandon thee." Starting Gold: 2d10 6 frankenfreak fucked around with this message at 13:23 on Aug 7, 2017 |
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e;fb, but I have pithy remarks! Firesight, you are an Elf Toll Keeper. An odd career choice, collecting money to maintain roads cutting through forests and destroying the nature elves cherish so much. This might add an unhealthy dose of self-hate on top of the hate you get from other people.  Astus, you are a Dwarf Ex-Convict. Whatever you did to land in the slammer, don't do it again, okay?  wiegieman, you are a Human Knight Errant. You probably aspire to be a flower of chivalry, just like all the other Bretonnian knights. You may decide for yourself whether a light warhorse is better or worse than a small, but viscious dog.  Jo Joestar, you are a Human Bailiff. A job that gets poo poo on from both sides. The nobles you serve for not doing your job properly and the people you are in charge of for doing your job properly. No wonder you're looking into adventuring. 
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