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 Name: Clove Stat: +1 Magic Talent: Quickcast Galeshot Proficiency: Climbing 1 Equipment: Training Crossbow, Traveler's Outfit, Wand, Ammo (20), Linen Bandages Clove is a serious, quiet Rootkith used to solitude. Solitude doesn't pay well, however, so here he is. He is unused to big cities and the hustle and bustle of this place is jarring to his honed senses. Not one for outbursts of emotion, this mostly translates into him standing awkwardly in the corner, maintaining his crossbow and waiting until he's addressed.
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CLOVE BUYING posted:Converting 5 Helhunter Favor to $5 Clove had a past, same as anyone else. Like many other young, urban Rootkith, he struggled with his place in things, so he tried a wide variety. His travels had seen him as a caravan guard, a bouncer, and even crossed paths with a Helhunter once or twice, but grave robbing was a new one for him. He didn't much care about the law prohibiting it, or any laws other than the basic social contracts that bound all folk - and death rituals most of all seemed particularly foolish. Dead was dead. They wouldn't mind having their former possessions repurposed by living people. All was a cycle, and this was no exception. And so he flagged Emelle down, bowed, and introduced himself. > Join mission to [Yltrian Barrows]
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Feb 17, 2023 14:49
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 Clove considered his surroundings, opened his senses to the grim scene around him. He had no special care for the dead, and all of this just seemed... wasteful. Almost offensive to his sensibilities. Better to recover the riches of the fallen and put them back in circulation. To do otherwise invited stagnancy. One of the others caught his attention, and he drew himself away from his darker musings. BOBBY JACK posted:"Guess I'll take point for now and take a cursory look inside", he nodded at Clove, "Unless you want to go even further in? Wouldn't recommend going too deep unless the grubs jump you, though, and I'll just let you know right now that there's only so much of my own skin I'm willing to sacrifice for any such poor decisions by others. Nothing personal, it's just how I've managed to keep on living as long as I have." > Move W3N4E2 > Snipe a Grub: 1d10+3 11
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Mar 10, 2023 05:00
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Stepping back in light irritation as the Grub's jaws snicked neatly through his padded trousers, Clove was significantly more nonplussed to see that the sarcophagi to the north were thoroughly already-looted. Kicking the thing away, he cast an eye back at their clients. quote:"Appreciate that," Emelle says drolly. "But I can mind myself. Stick with the others, we don't have too much time to scuffle around." As a professional courtesy, he spared Emelle the ammo and ended the thing there on the dusty grass. > Move 3E4S > Snipe A Grub: 1d10+1 [b]10
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Mar 11, 2023 04:35
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EMELLE posted:"Well, you're a spoilsport, but I can't say you're not a good shot." > Move 1S1W > Snipe SW Grub: 1d10+1 8
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Mar 15, 2023 03:09
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Clove nocked another bolt, then sighted his target. He sighed out a Rote so familiar that it was like breathing. The wind whistled down around his weapon and the bolt snapped out, piercing the thing through. All very routine. > Move 1W2S > Quickcast Galeshot > Snipe Garoch's Wounded Grub: 1d10o10+3 19 LEVEL Gain +ATK Gain Vault Gain Climbing +1 Dog Kisser fucked around with this message at 19:20 on Mar 21, 2023 |
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Mar 21, 2023 18:59
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Clove snapped another shot over the sarcophagus to his east, winging the creature lightly, then withdrew to check over his gear while the others advanced. > Snipe A Grub 2E: 1d10o10+2 7 > Move 4N chronologically earlier than Garoch oops
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Mar 26, 2023 02:40
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Gharoch posted:"The grubs still standing." > Move 2S > Snipe Wounded Grub: 1d10o10+2 13 Dog Kisser fucked around with this message at 18:22 on Apr 3, 2023 |
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Apr 3, 2023 17:20
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Clove cursed as his companion's shot went wild, then took one of his own. He knew instantly it wouldn't be enough, and braced for impact. He called over his shoulder "Stay back! We've got a live one!" > Snipe A Grub: 1d10o10+2 8
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Apr 18, 2023 14:47
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Clove threw a hand up in salute, then made his way back into the fray. Speaking the last of his mana into his next bolt, he sent it blasting into - and through - another grub. It felt good to be useful. > Move 2E3S > Snipe W Grub: 1d10o10+4 13 Dog Kisser fucked around with this message at 21:45 on Apr 27, 2023 |
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Apr 27, 2023 21:14
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Clove cast a look over at his ally's ammo situation, then tossed a handful of bolts his way. Grunting at the approach of yet another bug, he fired a quick shot into it's thigh and withdrew. > Drop 5 Ammo SE > Snipe W Grub: 1d10o10+2 5 > Move 3N LEVEL UP > +ATK > +Climbing > +Drawstrike
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May 8, 2023 02:47
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Clove's face was impassive as his team discussed spiders. Silently, he switched his ammo to something with a little more weight. > Move 3S 2E 1S 1E 1S > Ready attack on any visible Spider with Special Ammo
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May 11, 2023 01:09
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Nothing out there, but he could hear them. He withdrew slightly, then took a moment to center himself, feeling mana trickling in from the world around him. > Move 1N 2W 1S > Focus to recover 1 MP
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May 11, 2023 17:23
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Refreshed, Clove took a few deep breaths while things stabilized, then sprinted around the corner. Spying Bobby-Jack stuck fast to the north and the shadow of the approaching Spider in the firelight, he drove south and shot it in the back. > Move 1N4E1S2E > Galeshot Special Ammo Spider Snipe: 1d10o10+7 16
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May 15, 2023 18:33
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Clove grunted in approval, already sighting down his weapon as the door creaked open > Take shot at Target in range
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Jun 15, 2023 00:24
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Clove nodded quietly and moved in. > Move W4S2W4 > Search in non-coffin containers
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Jun 28, 2023 18:16
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Clove coughed, but moved to loot something before he had to withdraw. What a mess. > Move 1S1W > Search
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Jun 28, 2023 21:07
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Squinting against the noxious mist, Clove infused a parting shot with wind and drove it into the thing's helmet slit for all the good that would do. Then he hightailed it out of there with all he could carry. > Galeshot Ominous Golem with Special Ammo: 1d10o10+7 15 > Use Morale to Get There > Move 5E3N4E
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Jul 4, 2023 04:17
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Clove coughed so hard his wooden ribs creaked, then quaffed the offered portion. And then, nodding distractedly, he left without a backwards glance. They'd be fine or they wouldn't - he'd done his part. > Drink Antidote > Leave Dog Kisser fucked around with this message at 23:40 on Jul 6, 2023 |
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Jul 6, 2023 23:35
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Clove takes a moment to catch his breath, poison seeping from opened stomates beneath his robes. When he's feeling cleaner, he taps his full packs. "Think we pulled it off. Could have been worse." Not one to waste time, he sets his gear in order, checking that nothing fell out of place during the escape. >Second Wind Dog Kisser fucked around with this message at 00:19 on Jul 13, 2023 |
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Jul 13, 2023 00:16
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Clove is already cleaning and stowing his gear. "Job's done. Not worth the effort or the risk." He looks the others over. "Not a bad sortie, all in all." >Vote B
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Jul 21, 2023 00:02
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Clove spread his hands in surrender, shaking his head lightly. "I'm sure I could make use of it, but Gharoch's puissance outstrips mine. Take it with my blessing." >Abstain
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Aug 3, 2023 14:10
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Clove - Barrican Wandering Fresh from the mission to the Barrows, Clove took the opportunity to get a good night’s rest and spend some proper time on his ablutions. Poison residue, tomb dust, and other, stranger matters spattered his cloak. He frowned at it slightly, then cast it aside. It had served him well in the past, but as with much of his old life it was barely holding on. With another moment’s thought he also brought out his old wand and drew a gnarled finger along it, then snapped it with a pop of mana and dropped it in the trash. Out with the old, in with the new. Wandering out into the streets, Clove makes his way through the Boroughs, reveling in both his anonymity and the few flecks of recognition he gets from the people here. Nods, momentary facial twitches of acknowledgement, greetings from busy people. He restocks his ammunition, weighing his his purse carefully. He makes inquiries for tailoring for a later date from the same fellow who’d patched his old cloak, then makes his way to the factories. People are even busier here, and even less inclined to chat, but he catches whispers about himself from some rare corners. Hopefully good ones, he reflects ruefully, or at least ones that will keep trouble to a minimum. He finds his contact, haggles good naturedly, then shakes a spat-upon hand as was the ghastly custom. Walking back into the light, he brushed dust off his new coat and sought out his next payday.  > BOOKKEEPING >>> Swap Drawstrike for Momentum >>> Ditch Hedgemage Wand and Traveller’s Cloak > SHOPPING - 50 GP / 5 Flint Street / 5 Boroughs >>> Buy Ebonsilk Cloak from Flint Street (48 GP Cost - 10 (5 Flint St. Favour) - 38 GP = 12 GP Remaining) >>> Buy Padded Enhancement for Ebonsilk Cloak from the Boroughs (10 GP Cost - 10 (5 Boroughs Favour) = 12 GP Remain > Buy 6 Standard Ammo, 1 Special Ammo, and 1 Custom Ammo (12 GP = 0 GP Remain)
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Aug 8, 2023 19:16
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 Clove - Barrican Wandering Clove opted to avoid the hubbub, walking in the opposite direction of the crowds to seek solitude amid the urban jungle. > Hang out and make polite conversation with urban Rootkith as he passes them by.
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Aug 12, 2023 00:34
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Clove - Three Candles Inn Despite his best intentions and his overall exhaustion with people, Clove, too, made his way to the Three Candles Inn. He was passingly familiar with the lore of the Chosen Men, and he thought it appropriate to at least drop by and pay his respects. It formed an interesting counterpoint to the grave robbing he'd performed earlier, to give honor to those long gone, but this was different, in his eyes. In the musty Yltrian tomb, the possessions of the dead lay mouldering with their former owners - valuables stripped from circulation, from the rest of the world that might actually make use of them. The death rituals of civilization just seemed... such a waste. A travesty. But this, allowing the honored dead - and living companions - to live once more in an atmosphere of light-hearted revelry? He would allow it. He even cracked a smile to see children running around, eyes wide with delight. A celebration of life was a good thing. He reflected that his mellowness was coloured by the extremely fine wine they had on offer. Probably too fine a fare for this place's standard libation, but he had no way of knowing. He did not drink to excess in general, and had little tolerance for the stuff. But perhaps one more. To celebrate the Chosen Men. Drinking Contest: 1d10 5 5 Drinking Contest: 1d10 10 15 Drinking Contest: 1d10 1 16 Drinking Contest: 1d10 7 UH OH He woke up with beads in his antlers, lying on a table with his fingers interlinked on his chest, a child prodding his barky cheek. He decided to lay there a while longer.
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Sep 5, 2023 22:01
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Clove - Barrican Wandering Clove slowed to a stop as he saw the others from his crew. His crew. Is that what they were now? His face froze partway between a smile and a grimace, torn by the minor mundane awkwardness of the moment. He passed his glance between the four expectant faces, then patted the butt of his crossbow and nodded. "Where we headed, gents?" >Wagon to Port Avelline
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Sep 16, 2023 03:31
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Clove - Wagon to Port Avelline Clove reaches out for the envelope, turning it casually this way and that as though some meaning might be gleaned by doing so. Shrugging unsurprised when no such meaning reveals itself, he tucks it into his coat. He drums his fingers thoughtfully on the tires of the motorcar as he considers how best to get out of attempting to drive the thing while within sight of his paymasters. To stall, he indicates the box with a tilt of his head. "I take it by the way you've laid out the job that the contents are above our paygrade? Is there anything we ought to know about it that might be pertinent?" Such as whether we ought to keep garlic or sunlight away from its contents, he thought ruefully. Dog Kisser fucked around with this message at 18:41 on Oct 5, 2023 |
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Oct 5, 2023 18:37
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Clove - Wagon to Port Aveline Seated comfortably on the wagon, Clove watches the landscape pass by. He'd clutched his crossbow for comfort for a time after leaving the city, but as time wore on his alertness wore down to an easy wariness. Out on these open roads there were little odds of an ambush - at least not one he couldn't put down quickly enough with a few bolts, so there was time to admire the trees and pastures. Still, no sense taking things too leisurely; they had a job to do. "I think we're safe to speed this up a bit, gents." As for the cargo, he gave it nary a thought. The job was the job, and peeking through the contents was decidedly outside of the job parameters. >B: Go faster, no peeking
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Nov 8, 2023 19:17
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Clove - Wagon to Port Aveline Clove listened to them speaking, but said nothing. He had nothing of value to add that hadn't already been stated more eloquently. Instead, he faced backwards, legs danglings off the back of the motorcar, with his crossbow in his lap. He had a pretty good sense that their pursuers weren't on a simple country joyride, and if need be he was ready to put them down. >B: Hold Steady
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Clove - Wagon to Port Aveline Clove kept watching them, but said nothing. Stopping wasn't part of the job. >B: Keep Going [/quote]
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