Sombrero

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

Robart coughed, more to announce that he was about to talk than to retch from the cold... Though, with the disease in his body so long, it was inpossible to hear the difference.

"You must forgive us..." The knight shrugged, keeping the sword and his hand well-hidden under his cloak, "It all happened so quickly... It would be too easy for, say, a highwayman, with the fine dress to show for it, to have tracked us all this way and waited for our wagon to be crippled and its riders to be stuck out in the open to be shot by the rest of the gang... Or perhaps having gone ahead to hide big rocks in the road. I've seen many attempts at money and life in my time..."

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

@Sombrero

Something tells me that the dark silhouette is gonna be a new player. If not, whoever decides to mess with a mage, a gunslinger, an archer, a knight and a boxer ready to ambush him/her/it is gonna have a real bad day :)

@xChrome

You'd be surprised. Back when I had the time to go to Friday Night Pathfinder, one DM in particulary absolutely tortured us all with lone doppelgangers, lone slimes, lone bowls of spaghetti. We were always less worried about encounters that showed up in "Gangs", "Squads", "Nests", "Swarms," "Droves", or "Herds" than "So you see this one [insert thing] ambling into the room."

I mean, for gods' sakes, man, this is a Halloween rp! For all we know, this one encounter could be the means by which our individual dooms are engineered! After the interaction, we might have to test everyone's blood with fire like in The Thing!

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

Well, this is escalating quickly. xD This friendly hugs-merchant is utterly screwed!

I mean, The caravan master hasn't said much, I suspect he knows who/what it is, but coming out of a civil-warring region into a place with a reputation for deadly/harsh travelling accomodations, I can certainly imagine how paranoid our guys must be feeling right now.

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

Robart kept his eyes trained on the incoming stranger, cloak sinking around his shoulder and hiding the hand that rested ready to draw his sword. Surely travellers with lanterns were a common occurrence and innocent enough, but they were far from out of war-torn borders, and highwaymen were a likely occurrence in any populated region, perhaps no matter how far north you went.

Whether their unlucky streak was about to continue or come to an abrupt end, Robart just felt more comfortable being prepared for the former outcome...

"Who's this, then?"

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

"Perhaps," said Robart, "That job would best be left to the person who owns the big hammer in the back of the wagon."

The knight turned to the caravan master, folding his arms, "If there's nothing we can do for 'im, just say the word and the horse won't ever have to know it hit him."

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

"When the sun's at an angle, you can find anything in the fog that stands taller than your average table." Robart shrugged, "haven't the means to figure out what time of day it is, though."

Robart stood up and moved to lean on the caravan.

"Methinks we could eat the horse's legs, and he'd be out of this mess right quickly." He added in jest

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

"I can shoot with a bow. Perhaps not particularly well, but it is a damned easier job than wrestling with horses." The man adjusted his cloak and pulled himself up, "Perhaps we should go find dinner of some sort? I'm doing more sinking than pulling."

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

With some aching in his joints, the knight pulled himself up with muffled grunts, rousing his muscles from the torpor of an interrupted sleep. He was glad to have sat near the front, so that his dusty, armored, unclean self wouldn't have had to fall onto anyone.

He stepped outside the wagon, landing heavily, and cringed at the horse's dislocated limbs. He struggled to walk in this deep mud, and moved to the edge of the grass, where at least some roots would've held the ground together underneath him. A regular man would've carried a lighter load over swampy earth, but hell if Robart would deaden morale any further by showing his face. He probably wasn't contagious. Probably. But no one wants to travel with a leper, for completely obvious reasons.

"Two enough to hoist up that beast? I'll lend you a hand if I don't get in the way."

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

Name:Robart "The Pilgrim" Garrithe
Age: 32, though he looks like he's been dead and buried in a salt pile for years.
Description: The remnants of what was once a powerful and imposing figure, has apparently shriveled underneath sandstone-looking, leathery skin. Like a tan, semi-muscular hollow from Dark Souls, but with functioning eyes and some streaks of blackish melanin left in his beard. He usually hides this under his armor and cloak, of course. He has a uniquely beaked helmet that sticks out from under his hood.
Gender: Male
Personality: Very austere and moribund in nature. He has the poise and mannerisms of someone who was once very 'Type A' and confrontational, but his bile has gone out of him and he doesn't know how to present himself in another way. Apologizes often when he imagines someone imagines that he slighted them.
Backstory: Used to be a kmight, got infected with "The Drying" and joined a sort of crusade movement called "The Leper Knights", felt that he could get no closer to 'Salvation' in battle, and went North to find a quiet, peaceful place to die. Or, at least one that wasn't fighting with itself.
Skills: He’s quite adept at fighting with his Crows beak staff, sword, and shield. Very efficient and brutal. He can also start fires and shoot things with a bow and arrow, but those would qualify more as survival skills than things with battle application, and they are not his forte.
Extra: It's not usually the case, but he always feels massively dehydrated. Any beverage he isn't suspicious of he will down with haste. Due to his disease, his skin is hard, solid, and durable, like hardleather, but it heals very slowly. Nearly any wound requires stitches and bandages.

Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0

Imho, 2+2=4.5