DM-CAMRIS’ SD1: Shadow in the Sky
Game Master Camris

"Table" Rules

If a character has not taken an action in two day's time, and the character is in a situation where all characters need to take an action for the story to progress (for example, combat, though not limited to combat), that character reverts to the GM's control until the player's next post.

In combat a GM controlled PC is invulnerable to damage, though they die if the rest of the party dies. The only actions a GM controlled character will take will be to move and to provide an "aid another" check for other characters.

The GM rolls all initiative rolls.

If you need to "pass a note," either to the GM or another character, use the spoiler tag, addressed to the party you want to read it. For example:

Try to keep in character comments and descriptions of actions in normal font, and use the [ ooc ] brackets for "game" actions.

Finally, if you don't already have one, you need to make up a separate message board alias with the name of your character, and fill out the profile with all of the information that you would normally have on a standard Pathfinder RPG character sheet.

Before you make up your character, however, post in this thread, and give me a character concept.

I don't need pages, but I would like to have a character and not just a build to work with. Once the character sounds good, I'll give you the OK, and once the character is made up and has its own profile, you're good to go.

Upon entering the House of the Drunken Hero, Bron was taken aback by the sights and smells within. Drawn to the almost reverent worship of ale, combined with the raucous nature of the hall, Bron began to devote his time to Cayden Cailean's worship. After many months of listening to tipsied priests that visited those halls, Bron walked away one day with a sense of purpose. Hearing talk to the recent opening of a gambling hall called the Gold Goblin, Bron made his way to the establishment to see if there were positions for hire.

Eventually, she and her companion chose to leave the cinderlands, and chose to forge a path of their own, as a hero of legend, not only among her people, but among the people of the world.

Mechanics High strength character, with quadrupedal eidolon for further melee damage, if I can, I would love to use the Thunder and Fang feats if possible, working it into my character.

What annoys him is that in fact his parents are alive and well, and have a thriving wholesale bakery business in a relatively benign neighborhood. He has no odd birthmarks, nor were there any dire portents at his birth, nor at any time during his life.

The banality and sheer normality of his existence caused him to seek out excitement in his early teens and he got involved with some of the less than savory elements of the city, where his greater than average strength served him well in dealing with various gangs and near underground organizations, despite his less than average looks and smarts.

A big fan of brawling, Joe loves to put on a show illustrating his strength and physical prowess, and he has learned and is willing to use whatever dirty tricks are necessary. While not enamored of bloodshed, he has done some freelance work both as bodyguard and enforcer and favors using a really big two handed weapon to try and intimidate people.

Upon entering the House of the Drunken Hero, Bron was taken aback by the sights and smells within. Drawn to the almost reverent worship of ale, combined with the raucous nature of the hall, Bron began to devote his time to Cayden Cailean's worship. After many months of listening to tipsied the priests who lived in those halls, Bron walked away one day with a sense of purpose. Hearing talk to the recent opening of a gambling hall called the Gold Goblin, Bron made his way to the establishment to see if there were positions for hire.

Though tough looking, Bron is amiable and has a loud, boisterous laugh. He has many friends among the Publican House and has, on occasion, even helped to break up fights that have broken out. He is loyal to his friends and believes that one should always make their own path in life. However, his humor can be a little simple at times and easily gets annoyed when others flaunt their wealth.

He's been infused with strange powers since his birth, as an omen of something greater. It is rumored somewhere down in his birthline, a mother in his line mated with a dragon, but this is unconfirmed. Since then, the rumors have died down, but only the elders know the truth behind it.

They aren't rumors.

It was preordained that the next firstborn son would have powers unlike any others, so the tale goes, and he was indeed the next one - for three generations had no men, only women. He grew up in a harsh environment, initially from a region known as Land of the Linnorm Kings, a place where only the strong survive.

He had prowess in arms, like many brave warriors did, but it is spoken of that he can spark up a monstrous frenzy, and undo his enemies in quick fashion - and even fling arcane energy from his hands! It was something the others took jealousy of, but could do nothing about - for they feared his berzerk tendencies may end up causing too much damage to the rest of the village. In time, he grew as all men did, and one day he woke up with a strange sensation in his heart - that there was something different in how he was regarded. It didn't take him long after to realize he had become one of the strongest in his clan. In this discovery, he found a new goal: to reach the pinnacle of strength in the entire region, or perhaps the whole continent!

With this in mind, he gathered what he could to his cause, packed up all of his belongings and set out towards the south, seeking only to better himself - and where else than to start with protecting a caravan destined for a trade port? Where else could he start working towards his goals?

However, these goals were prevented from being completed when the caravan was waylaid by a band of natives, where they massacred everyone but the merchant himself, who stood behind Imloth. The man was a force to be reckoned with, and one native walked forth, speaking of his strength, of his courage to defy the odds. It is here he was offered a place amongst the Shoanti, and accepted.

His stay, though, was not as long as he would have liked. Circumstances involving the death of a partner on a routine hunt forced the shaman elder to usher him away - but it was cleverly disguised as a move to 'pursue greater accomplishments'. He was shown the path to the town of Riddleport, and with reluctance to leave his second home, he approached it on another caravan who needed assistance on the road.

Maybe here, he'll find some place to belong to - or perish trying.

( As a note, I can always expand on this if you feel you wish more from it - that said, I am not averse to changing any detail! )

Hyruns' son grew in age and took to the blade and law just as his father. Riven did everything he could to prove himself to his father though he lacked a certain understanding for the so many corrupt organizations in the city. He always failed to understand why his father couldn't just arrest them all and bring them before the rule and trial them!

One fateful, or not so fateful night, Riven awoke to a noise in the home; a burglary in progress! He rushed to gather his blades and wake his father...but he was too late.

It wasn't until later he understood it was an attack, perhaps his father got too close to something, perhaps his father was just that much of nuisance. Whatever the case, Riven was without a father.

Being 16 years of age and a man of his own accord he quickly took to the bottle as many of riddleports citizens do when times are rough. His mother left; going back to Magnimar taking his other siblings as well.

Finding himself quickly in debt, drunk, and without employ he found his way on service to varing ship captains. He sobered, somewhat, over the years and cleared his debt.

Riven remains in Riddleport in hopes of one day righting the wrongs that befell his family and proving to himself that all his father taught him was right.

Class Barbarian: brutal pugilist
St. 17 Dx 13 Cn 17 It 10 wS 10 cH 07
Traits: Bullied, Brute
Feats: Improved Unarmed Strike
Skill Ranks: Climb, Dungeoneering

Garak was bought up in the temple, under the tutor-age of Serlam, that self same cleric that that took pity on his mother. Despite Serlam's efforts Garak was never able to fully understand the subtleties of pray and faith, yet he was a simple and forthright protector of the faith, never waivering in his commitment to his god and church. His strength and propensity to fight, to stick up for the church was a feature of his growth into a young half-orc.

Serlam, Garak's 'father' has communed with the gods to seek direction on the threats that now exist in Riddleport, namely the mysterious fog that clouds the town. He has sent his champion, Garak, out to seek and clear the town of whatever evil threatens their life.

As the months passed, Dantes sold everything he had of value to support his lifestyle, but eventually that too ran out. Once he was out of money, his hangers on evaporated, gone instantly to seek another amusing meal ticket. Dantes was broke, alone and despondent. In the dead of the night, Dantes wandered down an alley in a seedy part of the city. He knew it was dangerous and that he was drunk and defenseless, but he didn’t care. It didn’t take long for the rogues to find him out and confront him.

Angered at finding the foppish noble had nothing of value, not even a name to be ransomed, they started to beat him. Dantes didn’t put up a fight. In a drunken haze, he was barely aware of the champion that came to his aid, pummeling away his attackers and carrying him to safety.

He didn’t know how long he faded in and out of consciousness. When he awoke, he was in a stone cell, with the stout oak door propped open. His wounds had been tended to, and by the coloration of the bruises he’d clearly been unconscious or asleep for days.

When Dantes left the cell, he quickly found he’d been taken to a monastery. From a nearby balcony, he could see Riddleport in the distance. The monastery itself was tiny, perched on a hill side with only a couple of dozen monks in study there.

Not knowing what else to do, and having nowhere else to go, Dantes stayed on. He began to work around the compound, for no other reason than fear that he would be turned out if he didn’t contribute. As the weeks passed, he gradually befriended the brotherhood there, and slowly began to adopt their studies. When he asked which of them had saved him and brought him there, they refused to answer; they only told him that they were responsible for each others actions, for they were a family of sorts and they took the burden willingly and seriously.

After several years, Dantes was ready. His confidence was restored, and his body was so much more capable than it had ever been. The time with the monks had changed his outlook on life, and he had a sense of duty to return the generosity that had been shown him.

Dantes descended back to Riddleport, looking for opportunities, both to work and to help those in need. The vast numbers in need was overwhelming, so he began to consider ways to help the larger community rather than just one person at a time. For lodging, he sought out his old friend Saul Vancaskerkin, one of the few who treated him well, even when he was at his worst. Saul tried on several occasions to bring Dantes to his senses when he was spiraling downward, but it wasn’t until after Dantes left the monastery did he understand the value of what Saul had been trying to do. Returning to the Gold Goblin, Dantes sought out Saul to offer his assistance while Dantes figured out his next move.