Check chapter 2 of the rule book, dragon_soul. It gives a pretty detailed rundown of the various "races":

• Aiel


• Atha'an Miere (Sea Folk)


• Borderlander


• Cairhienin


• Domani


• Ebou Dari


• Illianer


• Midlander


• Tairen


• Tar Valoner


• Taraboner


• Ogier

You showed up and participated!

To be honest, I have a hard time coming up with posts for this one. It's a fun concept and a fun read, for sure, but getting into Ammpe's "headspace" has been tricky for me. I don't want to say I've been charity posting because, let's face it, I've pretty much sucked at coming up with anything other than a line or two for any given round. That's not to say I don't try or even want to, mind you, just that I get the first blurb or two scrawled out for what he might be thinking and then blink at it for hours without really knowing what to write/do next... I don't want to admit that that puts my in the "not my cup of tea" category but, having re-read what I've just typed here kind of makes it difficult to say otherwise.

Took some time to review and update mine, this morning. Added some physical characteristics and a name, mostly... Thren al'Rilin at your service, lords and ladies!

I'm still going over feats, skills, and gear with the proverbial fine-toothed comb but, at a glance, everythuing there looks as if I can definitely work with it.

Glad to have you join us!

Navigating the Inn is fairly simple once you get used to the layout... for the basic, nitty-gritty stuff, check out the very first post in this thread. 

... just sayin'!

I can still read thru an appropriately powered scope, people!!!!

And the Antaronians call me a monster! Sheeesh!!!

...but yeah, Bree, let's do your thing! Ain't no party like a kazari party!!!

... I'm afraid it's about to be a bloody mess in this jernt!

On a positive note: Ch'dau just totally ate that zombie's face!!!!

...the kids it is! I'd still like to chop both heads off that giggler, though.

Grandpa Eol is also curious!

W. T. F. !!!

I'm not sure if Ch'dau should save the kids or munch the giggler on the mom, first!!! Can I do both? Holy Hannah!!!

Also - Kudos, Olan! That's truly horrific!!!

Might encourage more participation, here, all the way around.... How would the voting thing work, though, I wonder? And what happens in the event of a tie?

I've got two people in mind, at the moment, who I think are super deserving of the distinction, recently.

You're the best, little kitten!

I'd expect nothing less, brother.

In Ch'dau's defense, though, fighting is what he does... All he knows...

If the party were on Capasha and the woman and children in question were Kazari, he might be a tad more patient but, amongst you armor wearing, no claw having, monkeys???

The only reason he didn't leave you all on the road was Kith, tbh.

...and for BLOOD!!!!

Well...

Shoulda brought one of the table lanterns from the Shill... Had us a zom-b-Q!

Poor woodsman's family is already chow, I fear.

It looks good on paper... Until the 500 shamblers inside the cabin respind to the raging Kazari.

When the woodsman had first staggered toward them, Ch’dau was all but set to leave his companions where they stood and face the abominations alone if that’s what it might have come to. Had it not been for Kith’s words, in fact, the big Kazari might have done just that. In deference to his dear friend’s caution, though, Ch’dau mustered what patience he could manage and waited as the woodsman’s injuries were tended by Cedric and words buzzed in the air like flies about his ears. No sooner had the bedraggled man’s wounds stopped seeping than he, too, seemed ready to charge back to his family no matter what hell might lie between him and them.

"This way!" he cried, frantically leading the way.  "Tha cabin es jest over tha ridge!"

Beyond the ridge, the scene that awaited them was much as Ch’dau might have expected. The man’s sturdy little cabin stood there, it’s windows shuttered against the shamblers that milled about the place but it’s door was rent and ripped from its hinges.

“Gods, no!” the man wailed, “Ella!  Boys!  Please 'elp them! Oh, gods!  Mother, save them!”

Your Mother won’t help you any more than She helped Crandel, Ch’dau thought even as a growl welled in his chest. He shifted anxiously, wishing that Aranwen would give the order to charge the horrors…

 "I see five of the undead," Gib murmured. "If there are only the five, we have the advantage. Speed could be our advantage. We might be able to get two of us through the door of the cabin while the rest tend to the corpses."

…The Silver Cat tugged his blades free and nodded, his eyes keen on the zombies. Only five, he snarled, and no sign nor sound of a laughing one. Easily done. The woodsman’s dread had become a palpable thing; seeping through the mist-laden air and testing the cat-man’s patience. The growl had reached up from his chest and into his throat, threatening to burst from behind his teeth at any given instant...

"The risk we take is in not knowing what's waiting for us inside the cabin," Gib continued, drawing his sword and readying his shield, "There's nothing scrambling down there. We could take the time for a scout to investigate."

…Whatever words came next from the warrior priest were lost to Ch’dau’s ears. Between the roar trapped behind his teeth and the battle-anxious blood ringing through his skull, the Kazari had no more patience for speech…

"Time???" the woodsman wailed, "there is no time!  They 'ave broken tha door, they are in tha 'ouse!  Me wife an' children are in there!  If all ye plan ta do is scout about, then give me a blade, an' let me die wit 'em!"

…Enough!!! Ch’dau snarled inwardly even as, outwardly his calm broke and his roar escaped, No more words!!! Leaping from his anxious crouch the battle-mad Kazari hurtled toward the cabin, prepared to lay waste to anything that stood in his way. “NNNNGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!”

((OOC: Oops! Kitty snapped! With any luck, though, the zombies outside will focus on him and give the others a moment, at least, to get inside and/or manage a flanking effort of some sort. Meanwhile, the psycho-cat will be trying a new zombie mince recipe.   ))

... he's also a beast!

Forgive me for this next post...

Life happens, boss! We all understand that and now how it goes.

That said, it is soooooo very nice to have you active again and see the Inn reviving because of it!

I knew I was forgetting something!

I'll get a post going for Ammpe, post haste. Apologies.

Giggler McNuggets!