Highlights from Ironclaw, Pt. 2:

"I'm going to need a bow and arrow if I'm going to fight our enemies."
"Hah! What wolf needs a bow to fight, when you have claws and teeth?"
"I only have one claw. But it's faster and sharper than any other."

Folks, I bring you: Wolf Humor. Sorry, I mean #wolfhumor. I'm sure that the (statistically speaking, objective) dullard of the group will be able to start a glorious career as a comedian, in the middle of a war-ravaged city.

Other bits of faff and fun include:

-The party wizard performing a different sort of wizardry: the verbal kind, where you convince a riotous mob to direct their energy towards a different target, partly out of moral duty and partly to get free food from the religious soup kitchens. Hey, if it works, it works, even if the quality of the food is the sort that you'd get at a really, really bad summer volunteering event. Not that I'm speaking from personal experience or anything.

-Our Gloriously Saintly Ferret proving to be the most dangerous member of the party, or at least the most capable one at the moment, solely because of her connections to one of the few institutions with clout in the city: the church of S'allumer. Converting to the faith never seemed like a more tempting option, and I dearly hope that a religion of peace and altruism needs a leg-breaker who's better with a bow than he is at spreading the good word.

Clearly, some Deus Vulting is in order. Of course, that'd mean wearing crusaderly armor, and good luck on getting some of that in the middle of this aforementioned war-ravaged city.

Also: Experience points! There are all sorts of potential uses for these, including bumping up my stealth skill so that people fail to notice me while they're gawking over at the tiger who's joined our motley crew. Did i mention we're at war with the tigers? I think I mentioned we're at war with the tigers. So, uh. Yeah.

Between finding good hiding spots and specializing in a long-ranged weapon, I think I'm turning into a sniper.

If Overwatch/every other FPS ever has taught me, I'm really bad at being a sniper.

S'allumer have mercy on us all.

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Comments

[Vaalintine]

Well, you could take up the profession of a bodyguard or watchman. That would likely be accepted more readily.

Clearly, some Deus Vulting is in order. Of course, that'd mean wearing crusaderly armor, and good luck on getting some of that in the middle of this aforementioned war-ravaged city.

Non Nobis Dominae!