<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/x3R8SwD.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Nach</span></strong>(http://link to the post with your character's sheet)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>36/36;<strong>AC</strong>16;<strong>Initiative:</strong>+2;<strong>Saves:</strong>Str +7, Dex +4, Con +2, Int -1, Wis +2, Cha 0<strong>Immunities:</strong>Fear<br/><strong>Senses:</strong>darkvision 60ft;<strong>Passive Perception</strong>19,<strong>Passive Insight</strong>12,<strong>Passive Investigation</strong>14<br/><strong>Notes:</strong><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong>Others at the Table, Sir Arawn Avan, The Baroness, Rhuimach<br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/>Nach had found the trip to be tedious to say the least, Rhuimach was not exactly the type that usually graced the Blood Skull Barony. Not to mention the fact that most of their time together had been Nach trying to prove his skill. In truth it was the promise of greater foes that really motivated him to even go along with such a thing, he had spent much of the journey to the baroness eagerly discussing what types of foes they might encounter and inquiring about Rhuirmach’s own adventures. It was not every day after all that a half-elf general was forced to travel alongside him.<br/><br/>Rhumich had mentioned a few things about how some people in attendance would be dressed to impress. The thought had crossed his mind to change out of his armor and wear something more presentable but if they wanted a haughty noble, they could have easily found one. They hired a hanlf-orc hunter what more would they expect? Still even compared to the other adventurers his armor was uninspired, worn down from constant use and many needless battles he inflicted upon himself. Slight indents from various beasts that he had struggled with covered his gauntlets transition to his bare biceps before transitioning back to his armor. His once vibrant green cloak had since turned a dusty olive green, held on by a small golden clasp.<br/><br/>He had been fighting back yawns for most of the feast, he never really cared much for Nobles. They were much too stuffy and often used an elevated diction that served no greater purpose than to create a language that only they could understand. Not to mention the gaudy outfits that some of them wore, like peacocks trying to attract mates. He was confident most of the people in the hall could not even survive a fight with a wild boar much less some of the beats he had fought yet they still drew attention to themselves. He tried to memorize faces or even discern who was important and who was not, but they all seemed to blend. Especially those who were more practiced with their words seemed to all be expressing the same thing, nothing.<br/><br/>He did find himself thinking differently of the people at his table, Sir Arawn Avan looked like someone that would prove to have a strong sword arm and he would have to be to command Nach around. Not to mention that none of the other members looked like push overs, sure the elves were smaller, but he had seen enough elvish battles to know that they had their own tricks up their sleeves. Even the other adventuring tables seemed to be a little more real, yet the nobles were the ones that demanded attention.<br/><br/>His ears perked up as the Baroness spoke up.<em>Tame the untamed?</em>Huh? Well that sure got his attention. He didn’t particularly care for that dream nonsense, but the rest was at least an energetic enough call to arms for him to not feel too out of place. He knew Renrar would not have steered him wrong, the eager baroness would see to it that he had plenty of strong creatures to hunt and maybe he could even find his way into some new armor. He rolled his broad shoulders before joining in the toast.<br/><br/>Nach drank form his goblet as Victory spoke, his tusks getting in the way as always and causing a small trickle down his chin which he quickly wiped away. The other seemed to have enough confidence to be the first to speak up. He grinned slightly as he eyed the other more closely than he had before. A well-crafted man, for someone who wore robes, not to mention aside from himself Victory seemed to stick out just as much. There was a certain kinship in that.<br/><br/>His eyes drifted to Dracassan as he spoke, appraising him as well. It was going to be an interesting journey to say the least. “I can’t say I hear a ton of speeches normally unless you count the rambling of shop keepers, but it was certainly top ten,” he said in a playful tone, a slightly mischievous expression on his face. His eyes slowly moved to the people dancing before shifting back to the group. He was not sure if he really wanted to join the festivities or if he was hoping for an excuse to leave. “I am kind of surprised at how big of a show this is,” he commented more to himself than anyone else. “My name is Nach, I'm eager to see how this turns out, though we me on your team it is looking good,” he said with a toothy grin. He slid his eyes back across the table at the other men as he spoke, his gaze did linger on Wynne for a moment as he seemed to recognize the other but he said nothing, instead he let his gaze flick to whoever else would speak up to introduce themselves next.<br/>