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[anguish]

Croaker's eyebrows rose at Silver's comments, "This one has balls." Croaker tossed the coin purse at One-Eye. Goblin snatched it out of the air though and started laughing, Croaker shook his head, "Hold on to it and give it to the Captain next you see him. ALL of it."
Croaker walked over to the bed and took a seat, his medical bag next to him. He looked at Silver, on the floor with his hand on his weapon.
"What do you think Rock, we could use someone like this in the company." Rock just starred.
"My name is Croaker, I'm the analist for the Black Company, we're a mercenary outfit. Lucky for you I like you, you have guts. I'm going to let you live. I know your keeping something from me but... I'm not going to worry about that, there's nothing to fear really." The window popped open. "Tomorrow, I'll be downstairs at midday having a bit too eat. If your interested, come down for a chat"

[reme martin]

There were many times Silver had gone to bed with the pains of hunger. Many times he had seen the well to do walk past him and look at him in disgust. He slept on the streets, went many months with out a bath or change of clothes. He had come to the realization that it was better to be dead, than to live the way he had. Thus he had managed to change most of that in recent times. Yet it had not been easy. He risked his life, time and time again, to get a few coins. Finaly came this day, when Silver had been handed to him the most money he had ever seen. He took the name Silver because it was the only thing people respected. It was the only thing he respected more than his own life. He had heard of stories told that there was a currency worth much more. That, he never believed, until today when an old blind man handed it to him. Now here was a man taking it from him. Telling him that he liked him. Oh how Silver hated that man and that damn company.

Silver's anger grew as he saw the man hand his money to someone else and instruct him to give it away. Then he had the audacity to ask him to work for him. Silver took his swords and swung as hard as he could attempting to chop the mans head off.

Roll: 1d20+2

19 = 17[d20]+2

Roll: 1d20+2

21 = 19[d20]+2

confirm crit:
Roll: 1d20+2

14 = 12[d20]+2

Roll: 1d20+2

18 = 16[d20]+2

damage

Roll: 1d6+4

6 = 2[d6]+4

Roll: 1d6+4

10 = 6[d6]+4

I don't give a shit if you like me said Silver as he swung. That's my money!

Edited by reme martin, 07 April 2011 - 02:07 PM.

[anguish]

Silver's short sword cuts into Croaker's left arm while the dagger slams into his shoulder. Croaker staggers back, shocked at the sudden attack!

Croaker -16HP

Rock Grapple Check
Roll: 1d20+9
18 = 9[d20]+9

Rock flies at Silver and grabs him by his arms from the back, holding onto him.

Goblin Concentration Check
Roll: 1d20+20
40 = 20[d20]+20

Goblin stands up and grins. With a click of his fingers the entire room goes black.

Silver can't see a thing in front of him, all he can hear is the jingle of his coin purse in the possession of Goblin, as if mocking him.
Suddenly a knock and Silver's eye close.

OOC

Congratulations! Your intro is complete. Your role playing was fantastic and I loved every post! As a reward please level up to level 3 for me! Also add +2 to your fortitude save labeled as "Surviving Sea of Torments".
You will be moved into the game thread titled Pathways where you will be joining MercenaryLeader.
Please don't read any of the previous posts.

You wake up in a bed covered in wounds.