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Love Bomb Piracy Front - Prologue

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Love Bomb Piracy Front - Prologue

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Sucker. A gold a piece is at least double what some goon would charge. TC gave a winning smile and shook Fionn's hand with vigor."Ey! Then we got ourselves a deal." TC eyed their loaded packs and gave them a quick appraisal. They did seemed fully loaded, he had seen people leave The Plastered Fly with less. TC felt they could skip the city, and head straight to the ruins, it would save some time heading straight towards Antioch's Wall. "Yeah youz look set to go delving. Whoever your patron is dey look loaded. Come morning we can ride straight into Antioch's Wall, the mountains range where we can find this undead spewing outhouse."

He was glad that the girls seemed to take Nak's and his advice. Hopefully this crash course in combat would suffice to at least help her not get in the way. TC considered himself a "decent" enough person. He wouldn't want to see anyone get hurt or killed in there, but ,he would make sure it certainly wasn't his fault if something did. He would just need to keep an eye on her. We are about to walking into some unknown, undead, underground shit show, dis should have happened a long time ago.

TC was not gonna pass up seconds, it was against any and all halfling reasoning to do so. He picked up his plate, drew his dagger and hacked off a more then healthy portion. Slabs of meat hanging off the plates sides. As Nak, left to check her traps, TC whistled at here." Ey toots, you find any Parsepepper out der on your walkabout bring some back fer jerky." TC motioned like pinching something between his fingers and kissed it," Mwah! Just like Momma would make it."

He settled back at the fire. Putting his bedroll behind his head, he settled in to work on his plate.

New Bastion-Ecetopia-Open

Yeah, as Hekazu stated all EH PC's need Mod approval, but feel free to operate in the city or start in Ecetopia thread and migrate here. My fantasy character started here but has since ridden south to Riverdale. But thank you for showing interest.

I guess New Bastion could be west of Wesville, just across The Brisk.

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Dwarven Ruins? TC tried to recall as much as he could about the ruins, bits and pieces overheard at The Plastered Fly. He had heard the same rumors as Fionn, encroaching undead, spectral lights. Young upstarts looking to form their reputations were taking forays out to halt the unearthed corpses, but TC had not heard talk of anyone coming back with the riches they found within. Dwarves, greedy bunch da lot of em, bet these ruins have quite the score, and I got myself a ready made team to get down there. This must be the job The Greedfather wanted me on,this must be my crew..

TC made sure every last morsel was gone from his plate as he listened to Nak list her resume. He nodded with approval. Every dungeon team needs a good trap-spotter and rope-worker, especially so in Dwarven holds. They were notorious for some very, ingenuitive solutions for intruders. She would be a good asset. The big guy looked like he could hold his own in a fight, as well as the one named Elise. But as for Scarlett, TC wasn't about to volunteer to babysit during this expedition. He fully believed that you have too look out for yourself. In the end that's what they all would do anyway. TC's mouth started to run as it usually does, spouting words as he thought them, with no concern if he offended.He spoke to Scarlett" Listen, to your elders sweetheart, it's a mean, nasty universe out there. You gots to learn how to take care of yourself, cuz ya big sister ain't always going to be there to protect you."

TC stood up from his spot by the fire, dusting off his pants and straightening himself up. The final check was running a small comb through his hair that disappeared as mysteriously as he produced it. He turned to Fionn, " Listen, when I said tour guide earlier, I meant of the dungeon delving variety. I know of these ruins, know em real well. How about I join youz guys. You could use somebody with some arcane knowledge, let alone someone who can hold their own in a fight against these rotters," a slow smile formed," plus I fit in small places. I can lead you all back to New Bastion, then north to the ruins. That fee would only be a gold a person, then finders keepers in the ruins. Small fee for a small man. Whaddaya say," TC shot out his small hand," we got ourselves a deal?"

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TC's shoeless feet wiggled in the warmth of the fire. He salivated at the sight of the meat the Elvish woman was preparing, but noted how easily her dagger slid through it. " Oh I do a bit of everything, used furniture dealer, tour guide. Though adventuring does pay the bills." . Satisfied with his answer TC toyed with the ring on his pinky.

He soon felt the eyes of the small one named Scarlet on him. "He has to know some magic.Otherwise he'd have more supplies for a journey.." His eye twitched. Damn not as much of a stooge as I expected. TC had been caught in a hurrah before and new that sometimes you had to roll with the punches, let them feel like a confidant. " You are a smart one sweetheart. Eh dis must be the brains of your outfit. Your right I wouldn't be much of an adventurer if I left my armor in my underwear drawer. No, I know a few tricks." TC moved his hand through the air like he was conducting a very quiet orchestra. Out of the fire marched little clockwork birds like the one Scarlet held, except they all had TC's signature skunk like haircut. All in single file they trotted up to her before vanishing like breath on glass. A simple quiet illusion. He finished his trick with a projection oh her own voice behind her head. "Pretty neat huh?" He smiled at his audience." You dont have to fix every problem with a blade, most times brains will suffice. But when thats not enough I got old Deborah here." TC said nudging the handle of his bat," she is a nasty broad. I even know a good flame spell for the really tough spots." TC hoped this was enough to satisfy their curiosity.

A plate of that beautiful meat appeared before him. The elf, Nakreyya was offering it to him. This shocked TC. He didn't need to mention how long his journey was, offer promises of payment or ply at any points of sympathy. She shared willingly. This caused him to think twice about his earlier thoughts on this group. He overheard her ask about New Bastion, and he couldn't help himself but to speak. He loved that city and was shocked she hadn't heard of it. After a big swallow he whipped out a handkerchief and wiped his face." Wow, you've never heard of New Bastion? The First City? I'll tell ya lady, its a beautiful city just North of here. She's filled with anything you could ask for. Those cobble streets are ancient and there's a lot of secrets she don't want to give up. I know a few, I've been in and outta there for years. You should check it out one day, I bet ya, ya birds would go like hotcakes on the Trader's Terrace. Any of you folks climbed the steps there before?"

T.C. Bywater

Trajan Clarendon Bywater

Name: TC Bywater

Height: 34" ( He will tell you 3 feet)
Weight: 40lbs
Age: Adult
Race/Species: Halfling, Hobbit, Weefolk. Burrower

Tier/Influence:
2 (local); Street smart and able to hold his one in a bar fight, seasoned Con Artist capable of sleight of hand. Spell casting abilities heightened by his Patron Mammon. He has not yet realized the full potential of these powers, either by his own discovery or Mammon's reluctance to granting him more power.

Group(s): None currently.

Appearance:

Puggish features snarl, past a toothpick. Black hair, marred with strips of white, is slicked back into a pompadour. Finely dressed in Halfling garb in shades of Black and Crimson[/img] Red. Gold rings shine on his pinkies while a gold chain hangs loosely on his hairy chest. The large bare feet of the weefolk kick rocks along his path. On his shoulder rests a cudgel, oiled to gleaming shine.

Personality: " Listen here, you door frame knocking, waste of space. You can keep the short jokes in that cesspool you call a mouth! Ive heard them all and you are not original. TC looks out for number one, and that's TC! My sweet mother told me "When everyone towers over you, no one is gonna look out for you." For shits sake, nothing pisses me off more than when you vertically blessed fucks treat us little people like dirt. Ecetopia is a dangerous place, and you can only survive by playing to your strengths. I have a few gifts, ya know, though they may not be, martial in nature. I use my brain and my tongue to take what I want from you witless fucks. Usually what I want is coin, taken from the occasional sucker. Call me a con-man, I don't care. I was a con-man for a long time, till I met The Greedfather, Mammon, and he made me a wise-guy. Now get out of my face before I use my strengths and set ya kneecaps on fire, you slack jawed, goony prick"

Abilities, Talents, Traits, Powers: Warlock powers granted by Mammon.

• ^{( 2 )} Eldritch Blast -- A fist sized ball of crackling demonic energy streaks toward a creature within throwing distance. Hits like a pro boxer's right hook.
• ^{( 2 )} Curses -- If TC can see an attack coming and whispers a curse before it hits, flames will ignite on his opponent dealing an equal blow. TC can also focus on a person and string a utterance of profanities that curses them with misfortune. One small bit of unluckiness will come their way before nightfall or before sunrise.
• ^{( 2 )} Suggestion -- TC can utter one word commands that may coerce the week minded. Words like Sit, Give, Flee, Approach, Grovel, Halt and Drop
• ^{( 2 )} Charm Person --TC can focus some of Mammons magic into his words causing the weak minded or distracted to see TC as trustworthy, treating him as they would a close friend.
• ^{( 2 )} Minor IllusionTC can create temporary sounds or 3 dimensional images no bigger then a cow. The images are incorporeal yet appear solid, they produce no sound or smell or light. The sounds can be a faint whisper or a loud roar.He can even mimic people's voices.
  
  Con Artist Abilities.
• ^{( 2 )} Sleight of Hand-- dexterous hands trained after years of being a con artist.
• ^{( 2 )} Con Artist-- an extensive knowledge of plays and cons, long and short, used to rip off marks in the cities.

Items:

• ^{( 2 )} Deborah -- A well oiled wooden cudgel shaped like a baseball bat.
• ^{( 2 )} Trick Dice and Rigged Cards -- a worn set of dice that TC can control the outcome of.
• ^{( 1 )} Travelling Bag -- chess set. Sleeping roll, a few gold rings and a gold necklace, coin purse.

History: TC moved out of halfling lands at a young age. His single mother was forced to find work in the nearby city as a seamstress, she still works there today, even in her old age. TC visits, when he can, to bring gifts. Constantly getting in trouble, and hanging with the wrong crowd, TC learned his street smarts. Among the ruffians and thieves, he learned to con, trick and hustle all the richer marks. In adulthood, he gained a decent reputation that forced him to travel more, in search of more prey. His favorite con was hustling rigged games. Chess, cards, dice and street corner games of luck gave him a decent living.

One humid day, while travelling on an ageless trade route, he met a man sitting at a crossroads. This rotund gentleman was dressed in lavish attire not suitable for the heat and was sweating profusely, dabbing his brow with a sickly pink silk handkerchief. TC smiled at idea of an easy con, and began to speak with the man. He learned that he had been travelling the other direction, away from TC's destination, running from gambling debts. This made TC salivate, he could tell this man was an addict. TC challenged him to a game of chess, to cool down in the shade. The man happily obliged, he even wagered some coin, TC didn't even have to push.

But while they played, time seemed to lose meaning. Before he knew it, the sky had grown much darker, and the man seemed larger then before. Eventually TC's king was toppled. He felt like he had been sitting for ages, parched with thirst and growling with hunger. That is when the man revealed his true form. He was Mammon, Demon Lord of Greed. Pleased with his abilities, he offered him a job. Mammon offered TC Bywater a portion of his power, the title of Warlock and all its blessings. He could use those powers as he pleased, till such a time when Mammon needed a servant on the Material Plane. He told TC that a much larger chess game was being assembled and he was to be a pawn on the board, with opportunities for promotion. TC leapt at the chance, and shook hands with Mammon. The sun came back and the demon was gone, all that was left was a golden ring on TC's pinky finger. Since that day, Trajan Clarendon Bywater has been loving life as a wise-guy of Mammon. Still conning and conniving, but braver now with his new palette of demonic spells.

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"We are quite well, hard not to be on be on such a fine evening. How are you my good fellow?"

"Oh, I'm good yeah. Still breathing. Names TC. Bywater. I've been uh... on da road a bit, just left New Bastion. WOuld you be so kind, as to allow me, a road weary weefolk, a spot by your comfortable fire?" Without waiting for a response, TC hoped off Skank and threw her bridle on a tree branch, then advanced for the fire. He scanned each face to see whose fire it was.

The man he first spoke to wore some strange attire, a big ginger who looked like he could hold his own in a fight. He seems like the knightly type, all white horses and handshakes. I could run Grandad's Shoe or maybe a Qi Tian Switch.
He saw the two young girls next. The brunette was another capable fighter, all plate and blade. TC could even sense some magic coming off of her. Not worth the risk The other girl however was an easy smile, she looked like the perfect Mark. Back in New Bastion I could turn a fat purse with...IS THAT A NIGHTMARE She sat idly next to a powerful and rare beast, the first TC had ever seen in person. Who did he belong to.
The third woman, the fire and the horse on fire were hers. Is this forest just blooming gingers? She was elven for sure, sharp features and an eyepatch. Wonder if shes ever ran a glim-dropper. The lines at the edge of her features were a hint to all the roads she has walked, an elf even more so. Hard to tell what plays she has seen.

"And who do I have the honor of sharing this warm flame with?"