Mictlan93

The Road To Indigo (Pokemon RP with Tweaks)

Neo, you know i'm on board. Let's see how many new faces we get...

Forgotten Realms: The Viscount's Crusade

Lammy was finding it increasingly difficult to take the rogue's outburst seriously with that lisp. Somewhere in the back of his head, he found it kinda funny. His expression stayed flat however, as he was never really one to laugh at someone's disabilities. "Dad on the other hand...he would've laughed the guy out of the wagon." The druid did raise an eyebrow however. "Such a burst seems kinda weird though...why be so protective over such a unattractive feature? Why not just get rid of it?" He pondered, but didn't pursue the query. It was clear the half-elf didn't want to be bothered anymore, and Lammy wasn't going to be the one to provoke him. He returned back to his position atop the roof, and faced forward. Legs crossed, he gave thought back to the spoils of his hunt, and examined his belt of rabbit corpses. "Hey Korick, d'you have a skinning knife on you? I should start dressing these bunnies before they go bad." He asked the halfling.

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As some of the others might've found solace within the cozy cabin walls of the wagon, Lamont opted to just lounging out atop the vehicle's roof. Felt good to take in the sun's rays, and he needed to keep an optional eye on Sheeva. The druid let out a sigh of comfort, taking much enjoyment from laying on his back. From his position, he could still make out the conversations going on below him, and the comment about the half-elf's condition got his attention. Lammy swung his head over the edge, hanging upside down to peer into the wagon windows. "No...I'm sure he said face, Half-elf. And I could understand why, too. That lisp of yours is noticeably peculiar." Lammy was noticeably oblivious to the rogue's distress at the subject. "Unless you're doing it on purpose for some reason..." He doubted that particular idea, the guy didn't seem to be the type to try and purposely annoy others. Lammy made sure to hold his tongue just then, as he almost admitted the grating annoyance of the impediment. "I can't just say that to his face..." But honestly, the lisp was beginning to wear on the druid's nerves.

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"Huh?" Before Lammy could present a disarming rebuttal, Lily had already ran towards the lake, her red face only reddening as she excused herself. "Uhhh..." With the Lady Paladin barely in shouting distance, and the Deva Healer already going back to her conversation with the rogue, the young druid found himself stuck in another awkward position. He gave thought to what Lily had claimed, the comment about the druids with the upturned personalities. He never realized that was a common personality trait. He couldn't recall any of his immediate family members acting in such a way. "Not even Amaya, who most likely would, considering how popular she's gotten..." He smirked a bit at the idea. "Maybe she's just heard of some assholish druids." He mumbled. "Or maybe we're the weird ones..." He gave brief thought about his family. "I didn't even know there was a spell to summon bees and locusts..." He wanted to follow after her, to explain his thoughts and give her some insight on how he and his sister were raised, but that would've been about as awkward as her still being there within speaking space. So he figured he'd wait for her to return to the troupe to address her proper.

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Lamont nodded with clarity as the Lady Paladin explained her experiences in the field. "Ohhh, so you're about as new to this stuff as I am!" It was something the two had in common, almost. "Well, you've been on more missions than I have. This is my first time being out in the world on my own. I suppose I should be proud of myself for finally taking the leap, and yet..." He thought of being home, tending to the horses, or rounding up the sheep. It felt slower, simpler, easier. Hell, they've barely started this quest, and Lammy did more fighting in the last few minutes than he did for most of the previous year! He wondered if the rest of the job would be like that, just, high octane roller-coster action every few hours. Seemed like a bit much to him. He gave a brief glance toward Lily once more, the knight still wiping blood from her face. Didn't seem like any of this stuff phased her in the least, something the druid found fairly admirable. But then he gave a quick frown. "Wait, one like me? What's that supposed to mean?" He queried, raising an eyebrow in defense.

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"Well, I can do more than turn into a bird..." He thought that fact would've been a given, considering his title. "Maybe she's never associated with druids before?" Or maybe Lammy was just taking Lily's words far too literally. "I mean, I can turn into a buncha animals, but I can only turn into one animal, once a day." He took a longing, wistful glance towards the sky. "Once the flicking beams of the rising sun bring forth the start of a new day, I shall then, take on a new form." Then he looked back down. "And that's how it works. More experienced druids (like, say, my parents) can turn into more than one animal over the course of a day, but even then it's still a set number to how many you can change into. It's a lot of physical and mental strain on the body." He gave thought to a future where he could meet his mother and father on equal footing, but just the thought of all the training needed to reach such a threshold exhausted him. "...You've never hung around druids before?" He blurted out. "I'd imagine a girl like you might've seen a bunch of things...y'know, been on a bunch of jobs across several previous parties. Thought you would've met someone like me during previous encounters or something..." He pondered out loud.

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Indeed, the golem seemed to have fell into some sort of state of stillness, but Lammy didn't give much thought to it. He had assumed she might've regressed to some sort of power saving mode or something. "CAAHHWW! (I am Sheeva, of the fearsome, fearless Red-Tails!)" The Hawk greeted the lady paladin, swooping from her perch to land on the druid's shoulder. "Yeah, yup, this is Sheeva. She is, indeed, a female Red-Tailed Hawk." Lammy translated in a way. "She's taken a liking to you, Lily. Especially after you took charge to confront the zombie guy earlier." He added, transferring her position from his shoulder to his wrist. "Alright Sheev, can you provide us with some eye from the sky? Call out if you see anything suspicious." He explained. She seemed alright with the task, giving a confirming chirp before taking off. "Alright. D'you need me on the ground, or do I need to join Sheeva?" He asked.

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"Oh, uh, yeah. Okay." He replied to the Deva cleric, carefully lowering himself to her and Lily's level. As Eranah began mending to his bloodied gash, he gave brief thought to the druidic healing spells his parents (and Amaya) knew of. "Maybe I should look into one of those some day..." Lily broke his thoughts by giving him props for his help in the fight. He chuckled sheepishly at that. "Ah, heh, yeah...well, hah, y'know...I just went out there and reacted..." He chuckled some more, and scratched at his hair. Lammy wasn't used to the complements on his fighting style. Mostly because he didn't really have one. He was smiling harder than he thought. Sheeva would've rolled her eyes if she could've. There was less to heal with Lammy than there was with Lily, so it didn't take much for her to clear up the injury. The druid gave his thanks to the cleric before standing to his feet. He could already feel the difference through the transition, and barely had to test it.

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Once it was safe to land, and the remaining hobgoblins high tailed it out of there, Lammy figured it was best to regroup with the others. He and Sheeva perched atop the merchant's wagon, just in time to watch Korick's bear maul the goblin captain to death. It was quite a sight, to say the least. "CRAW! (Oh, I like her.)" Sheeva stated flatly. Lammy took on his human form, his feet dangling from the wagon's roof, the back of his leg still noticeably sliced. It didn't hurt as much as it did a minutes prior. And upon closer inspection, it wasn't cut nearly as deep as he thought it was. "Still burns, though." He muttered. Sheeva tried not to stare down the cut, but overall she was glad her companion was okay. As he looked on, he heard Lily mention his injury. "Oh, this isn't that bad." He reassured the paladin, very slowly and carefully climbing down from the wagon's top, in attempts to keep the pain to a minimum. "'Tis but a scratch, as they say." He did his best to hide any sort of limp as he approached her, his staff doing much to help that. "You look worse than I do. Which, considering all the fighting you've done over the course of the last half hour, is pretty understandable." His face made the quickest flash of a grimace as he noticed the massive trail of blood dirtying her pantaloons. "Oh geez." He managed to flatten his expression back into neutrality. "Are you uhhhh...gonna need any help?" He hesitantly asked.

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Name: Lamont "Lammy" LaSalle Age: 22 Race: Human Class: Druid Abilities: An established druid, Lammy is capable of transforming into multiple classifications of fauna. Whether it be a mighty bird of prey, a fearsome king cobra, or a lazy housecat, Lamont has a wide area of the animal kingdom at his disposal. Naturally, he can only turn into one animal once a day, and he's always thought about working on fixing that. Then again, the lazy housecat is his favorite animal to shift into. His sister always excelled where he didn't when it came to magic, so he's a little outclassed when it comes to that. He also carries a 4 foot long ironwood quarterstaff (that he uses more as a walking stick than anything) when he's in human form, and he's handy with that when he wants to be. At his side is his trusty pet, a Red-tailed Hawk named Sheeva. He can communicate with her when he needs to, which seems like all the time. She apparently tells great jokes, and her sass knows no bounds. Alignment: Neutral Good Appearance: It's been argued that Lammy's overall appearance reflects both his personality, and lifestyle. Moderately tan skin covered in dirty splotches, a disheveled, shaggy, black mop of tangled locks (with a seldom braid twisted in here and there) he considers "hair", an equally disheveled goatee, unnaturally bestial hazel irises that one could say sparkle in certain light, callous caked bare feet and hands, and a usually confused disposition. Standing at 6'0" and 155 lbs, Lammy's a tall, stringy fellow that looks like he needs a bath (and most likely does). Imagine if Tarzan was a slacker that could change into any animal he pleased. That's Lammy in a nutshell. Personality: His mom calls him lazy, but he considers himself "understandably uninspired". But no, he's mostly lazy. And a little aimless. He usually needs to be pushed in the right direction in order for him to get things done. That being said, his peculiar upbringing leaves him as a bit of a flower child. As the oldest sibling in a family of druids, Lammy's pretty in tune with nature. And if he's motivated enough, he'll always want to protect it. Inventory: It's already pretty challenging to carry his quarterstaff whenever he's flying across massive distances in his hawk form, would he really carry anything else? I mean, other than that and the clothes he'll wear (his trusty, raggedy, dirt brown cloth pants and equally dirty vest), he tends to travel light. Really light. No need for money or supplies when you can delve into animal instincts to hunt for food and resources. History: As noted prior, Lamont belongs to a family of druids. What started out as a adventuring duo sharing common interests, blossomed into a semi-popular family team gaining some groundswell in their hometown. As the kids got older, the mom and dad decide to settle down, with enough amassed funds (from successful quests) to convert their housing into a animal and nature sanctuary. The younger sister, Amaya, matured in a way differently than her older brother. Following in her parent's footsteps, she took up the adventuring mantle, and embarked on quests of her own. Lamont, on the other hand, opted on staying home to help tend to the sanctuary. It was appreciated at first, but his mom and pop began to realize just how directionless their son had become. He had no plans for the future, and was perfectly content with just living with his parents. There was no incentive, no fire in his eyes, no vigor. He'd only go into town if one of them wanted him to fetch something. His parents thought him lazy, but was it more to it than that? In truth, Lamont felt like he didn't have much to offer to the world at large. And because of that, he didn't do much to contribute to it. I mean, he was also lazy, but he also felt pretty powerless to the way of the world. "Why can't you be more like your sister?" His mother would plead at times. He couldn't always give her a straight answer, though he never liked being compared to Amaya. "For gods sake Lammy, you're not a bad druid, not even mediocre! We can all see the amazing potential you have, so why aren't you reaching for it?" He would shrug, or play coy when bombarded with these queries. Just once, he alluded at his case, just to see if his mother could catch on and show some understanding, but such a plea seemingly fell on deaf ears. I say seemingly, as one should never doubt a mother's intuition. One day she approached him with a short staff made of extremely durable ironwood. "I'm kicking you out~!" Her chipper serenade harshly contrasted such a drastic demand. Before he could properly protest, she began pushing him out the door. "You think moping around this sanctuary will make the world change? Wrong! That is something you have to do yourself! And if it doesn't feel like anything's changing, then you get angry, and you force it to!" She shoved him out into the front yard. "Go out into the world, find you a really big job, and don't come back until you've completed it...or give me grandchildren...preferably both!" She smiled all the while, she meant well for her son. ...And then she promptly slammed the door shut. Lamont sighed. "D'oh well." The least he could do was fly into town. Maybe there was something on offer at the bulletin boards. With a sharp whistle, his trusty hawk companion Sheeva glided to his side. "C'mon Sheev. Let's go find ourselves a job." He said, quickly taking on his own hawk form before flying off.