[HOE] Ok, I'm a Spaz.(Long)

["Shawn Willett" <damarshal@hotmail.com>]

First off let me apologize to anyone who tried to access my non-existent 
site. It will be up sometime this week, really. Secondly, don't know if Dave 
still needs these, but here are the Templars for my Group:
Travis: This 6'8" 290-lb former football player is known in my group for 
carrying six (6!) swords at one time, a penchant for opening traps the hard 
way, and getting wasted on flaming spook juice everytime he's near Junkyard. 
Well that, and getting gutted by a bloodwolf that's been tracking him down. 
He has Destiny and can't die until the Combine has been defeated.(Boy did I 
ever regret giving him this). He always wears his tabard openly and has 
never given a second thought to his training. As a matter of fact, his 
tabard is made of vinyl so he can just hose off after combat.
Mordred: One of the few PCs to actually bite it in my game. Mordred was 
played for one game session in which the posse found a nest of wormlings and 
ran. Mordred turned on his heels and took on 8 of them with his +5 relic 
sword. He lasted about three cards.
Neal: Travis' Squire. This red-haired extremely naive youngster was almost 
beaten to a pulp by the two oldest(read played longest) characters in the 
group. It started when Tom(Jericho syker with overkill-will explain if 
absolutely neccessary) and Traveller(Heretic Outcast Doomsayer who thinks 
he's The Prophet) are sitting in the Afterburner, coming up with a 
battleplan to destroy the Black Church at Mountain Home, ID. This 
Opie-looking Templar walks up and says "If it isn't the Great and Wonderful 
Tom Blissken and his buddy Traveller!!" "Who the hell are you?!" snarls 
Traveller. The youngster quickly spews out his story "Uh, ok, you guys 
remember Travis, right? He was the heroic member of our order who killed the 
Boise Horror, stopped Brad Modeen, recovered Evanor, and has told me all 
kinds of stories about how he came up with the plan that fits and you guys 
botched it and he had to save your butts." Pause for breath" Well, I'm Neal, 
his recently-graduated Squire and he said  that if I found you guys I could 
take you back to Boise and make you my "Templar Squire B*tches". Needless to 
say, he got beaten up....


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