The Drunken Lizard Pub

I started another new character today... decided on a somewhat pure fighter. Everyone say hello....



Initial stat points were pretty good... after only a couple of rolls I got a 102 base. The stats look pretty D&Dish, I'll admit... Endurance was only 12, so it sucked up a lot of the extra points. I'm not planning on doing any min-maxing, hence the balanced stats and very "fighterish" starting skills. Also, I figured I'd "toss in" the thrown weapons skill so he can be a grenadier when the circumstance calls for it... This is mostly a just for fun character that I decided to mess around with.

To celebrate this most momentous occasion of bringing a new adventurer into the world... I figured I'd throw in a little storytelling. ^_^ Without further ado, I give you Lewis The Fighter!!

Lewis The Fighter
Episode One: 'What the Hell?' Or, 'Do You Take Checks?'

Lewis wakes up with a start; and almost falls on his face. Whoa, must've fell asleep standing up again. Wait.... again? He looks around in confusion. Finding himself standing in the apparent bedroom of a house (what's left of one, anyway) he tries to figure out what he was doing last. No wonder all I can remember is the thunder and lightning... there's a wall missing from this room! And there's grass growing on the floor! He strolls outside through the large opening in the wall.
"Where the heck am I?" He stops mid-stride. "Who the heck am I? Wait, my name is Lewis... and... great. Looks like I picked the perfect time to get amnesia." He turns back into the room. There must be something... whoa. There's a rather large bloodstain on the floor. Lewis quickly checks himself for damage.
"Arms; check. Legs; check. Hands and feet; check." He looks down his trousers. "Disappointing, but check."
Taking a closer look at the bloodstain, it appears to be rather old. Well that's a relief... I think. He spies a wooden chest in a still-whole corner of the room. "Aha! Treasure!” Treasure is your friend… Hurrying over to the chest, he throws it open excitedly. "Wha- ?" All that's contained in the chest is a small iron dagger and a sealed note. What a total letdown. He picks up the dagger and examines it.
"I don't think this will do me much good," he sighs, and tosses the small blade onto the bed. Upon opening the envelope and beginning to read the note, his eyes narrow.
“We regret to inform you that your subscription to Warrior’s Weekly has expired, and if you do not remit further payment you will lose your discounted rate of 1gp per issue…”
“What the hell is this about?” He flips the note over. “Oh. I see.” After reading the “actual” note, he finds a “P.S.” under the signature.
“Sorry about the subscription letter… I was out of paper and in a hurry… Good luck, you’re going to need it!”
“This is great, just wonderful. Like my day isn’t starting out bad enough,” he grumbles, tossing the note back into the chest. Grabbing the still-burning torch off the wall he douses the flame, and heads back outside to track down the well. Might need this. The torch goes into an empty pack he finds under the bed.
“Well, ‘E,’ you’ve got some serious explaining to do when I get my hands on you…”
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Our adventurer has missed an important clue to his true identity! More importantly, how do you pay for a subscription with gold!?!? Stay tuned for Episode Two: 'Home on the Range' Or, 'Damn Those Lizards are Huge!'

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This is great! Looking forward to future installments!!

Great read !