Mad Prax - Beyond Sun Dome (part #5)

From: MOBTOTRM_at_vaxc.cc.monash.edu.au
Date: Sat, 18 Jan 1997 09:51:59 +1100


G'day all,

Back on track with my postings of Mad Prax - Beyond Sun Dome. Here is the second-last of the 5 PCs written specifically for the tournament:



MAD PRAX - BEYOND SUN DOME (part #5)

IV. Mars Melus

Mars is your typical Sun County farmer - stoic and loyal, maybe lacking a bit in humour, but an honest, decent fellow all the same, who works hard and loves his family - his dear wife Karla, and the kids; Haloric, the eldest (a boy, thank Yelmalio!) and the three girls, Kerin, Erryn and little Aleese. If he grumbles a lot, it usually only about the weather, and farmers everywhere grumble about the weather.

Mars has just begun his bi-annual cult service in the Sun County militia, and although he'd rather be back preparing for the first of the spring plantings, at least the duty he's been given (standing guard outside the temple cellars) should pass without danger or incident. When he's finished, he can return to his farm just outside of Yelm's Griddle and help his family get the crops sown in.

Roleplaying Notes
You epitomize all the Sun County virtues and faults. If you're unfriendly and distrustful of outsiders, it's only because they're impure and perverted, and not worthy of living in the Lands of the Sun. Especially the Lunars, what with their sophisticated ways. As for non-humans (such as baboons), they're little more than animals, and should be treated as such. As a loyal militiaman, gifted with mastery of the bow by Yelmalio, you are ready to obey the commands of those placed above you, but you owe it to your family to stay alive and healthy. Fortunately, the really dangerous jobs are given to the Sun Dome Templars, not mere militiamen such as yourself. Nevertheless, fighting and warfare is a man's job, to defend the womenfolk and children from harm.

What's Happening Now?
You were standing on guard duty at the rear cellar door when the temple alarm bells. "Sun Above!", you thought, "what could it be, a nomad raid? trolls attacking?" The sleepy-eyed temple cellarer later came to say all was fine, but spent the rest of the night supervising the loading of supplies down at the front entrance of the cellars. Meanwhile, you kept at your post. Close to dawn, you spotted a strange figure skulking around in shadows. When you challenged it, you found it to be that damn baboon whose always hanging the temple and making a nuisance of himself. Thinking he was probably trying to steal from the cellars, you've marched him into the Count's presence chamber for judgement...

Mars Melus

Human male
Age 38
Initiate of Yelmalio

STR	14
CON	16
SIZ	12
INT	14
POW	11
DEX	12
APP	08	

Move: 3
Fatigue: 30
Hit Points: 14
Magic Points: 11
DEX sr 3 + SIZ sr 2 = 5
Dodge: 50% (-ENC) = 37%         

19-20 Head    20   4/5		    		
16-18 L.A.  18-19  1/4
13-15 R.A.  16-17  1/4
  12  Chest 11-15  1/6	
09-11 Abdm  07-10  1/5

05-08 L.L 04-06 1/5
01-04 R.L 01-03 1/5

Travelling Gear: Total Encumbrance = 17. Fatigue = 13 (30 - 17). Linen armour on all locations, cuirboilli helmet. Spear, hoplite shield, self bow and quiver of 30 arrows, 3 javelins (belong to Yelanda).

weapon	sr	attk/par%	damage	Enc/AP
1 H Spear            7     44/37    1d8+1+1d4     2/10
Hoplite Shield       8     19/46    1d6+1d4       7/18
Self Bow            3/9    94/--    1d6+1        .5/5
Javelin             3/9    42/--    1d8+1d2       1/8

Spirit Magic: Heal 1, Bladesharp 1, Light 1.

Divine Magic (one-use): Catseye x1, Sunbright x1.

Skills: Jump 46%; Swim 16% (-ENC), First Aid 34%, Listen 57%, Scan 43%, Hide 31%, Sneak 27%, Plant Lore 21%, Craft Wood 43%, Farming 59%, Human Lore 31%.

Languages: Pavic 31/--.

Yelmalio Gifts and Geases: Mastery (90%) of self bow; Never seek shelter from Storm, Never flee or surrender to any Darkness creatures (eg. Trolls), Never eat any meat but bird meat.

Special Items: "Lucky" shadowcat paw charm - halves the wearer's chance of fumbling.

Next: The last of the PCs, Sarshas Yarallo!



>From the Notes From Nochet files:

(XXIX.21.019.epitaph) In his cups, he boasted of a grandmother murdered by Erigians for her collection of bears' paws, though history, unusually sober, prefers her dying in Neapolis, over prawns of inferior quality.

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