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John Dyne posted:Halloween Jack, you are a Dwarf Rat Catcher. You have the coveted small, but vicious dog, a beast highly prized by all adventurers for its ability to gently caress poo poo up. Skaven beware, for your mighty mutt will feast upon their throats. You yourself are a small, but vicious rat catcher. Characteristics WS 45 BS 27 S 31 T 41 Ag 31 Int 36 WP 31 Fel 22 Attacks 1 Wounds 13 Movement 3 Fate Points 3 Skills Animal Care Animal Trainer Common Knowledge (Dwarfs) Concealment Perception Search Set Trap Silent Move Speak Language (Bretonnian) Speak Language (Khazalid) Trade (Miner) Talents Dwarfcraft Grudge-born Fury Night Vision Resistance to Disease Resistance to Magic Stout-hearted Resistance to Poison Specialist Weapon Group (Sling) Sturdy Tunnel Rat 4'11, 135 lbs, copper hair, purple eyes, missing nail, ruddy cheeks. Two sisters, one brother, Gnuthus the Ox. Trappings: Sling with Ammunition, 4 Animal Traps, Pole with 1d10 dead rats, Small but Vicious Dog. Common clothing, worn boots, tattered cloak, backpack with camping gear, dagger, hand weapon (ratting spade), a purse holding 9gc. Advances Agility +5% Agility +5% Wounds +1 Wounds +1 Snorri Bronnson Me grandfolks came outta the Vaults, and me mum and dad come from Parravon, carting stonework and dwarfcraft all over for posh folk as wants that sorta thing. Then he got into wine, and cloth, and now he stays close in town, which is good cause his knees is bad, you know. But I'm the second son and two daughters besides, so my dad says to me, "Son, I made my own living up out of nothing, like it were, and sad to say, you got to do the same." So I look around and I see even the rag and bone trade is shut up, and not the farmer nor the shopkeep complain of no place to throw out their ashes, but they've all got rats in their larders. "If it stinks, it clinks," mum used to say. So with no fear of ditch nor tunnel, I knew I had my work cut out for me. That's how I found Digger, she's a good dog.  And it pays tolerable well, but I figure there's big opportunities for a man who's ready for anything. I don't even know why I got called up when so many dangerous looking characters got turned away, but maybe his lordship prefers an honest rat-catcher to a cutthroat. I know I do. Anyway, if it all ends with me flushing rats out of wheat-stacks, only with a sack of ferrets and a new pair of boots, I'll call it a good day's work. Halloween Jack fucked around with this message at 21:51 on Aug 6, 2017 |
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Aug 4, 2017 22:19
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Whoops, never took my advances. Manmoded in.
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