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Prefer the strippers? Have you seen the amount holy symbols and paladin/near-paladin mentalities floating around our group?

Paulus, you might want to read the thread before asking for the strippers.
Here's where the incident starts.

Well that's a mental image I'll be spending some money on a brainscrubbing for. Door #2, please.

See! See! Now you know! You cannot un-see that!

Good god, that was hilarious!

In any event DMS, I'll have the background and RP sample for Uruk up later tonight, but the crunch and appearance/personality fluff is complete.

NarcoticSqurl here. I present Gideon Menark.

Appearance:
Gideon stands about 6'0' tall, weighing about 200 lbs. He is a bulky individual, that is rather rigid in combat, but makes up for it with defensive capabilities. With medium length dark blonde hair, and green eyes, his face shows no wrinkles or aging. He is nearly 104 years old (this is near starting age for Aasimar, couldn't find middle age or other categories). He wears a dark grey tunic with dark pants and boots. A pale green and blue trim to mark the colors of his goddess. His holy symbol hangs from his neck, below his breastplate.

-Crunch:
Level 1 Aasimar Cleric of Pharasma
Str:17
Con:11
Dex: 9
Int:10
Wis:17
Cha: 14

HP: 8
BAB: +0
AC:17, Touch:10, FF:17
Fort:2, Ref:2, Will:5
CMB:+3 CMD:12

Equipment: Scale Mail (+5AC), Heavy Steel Shield (+2AC), Heavy Mace 1d8+3 x2, Holy Symbol of Pharasma, Journal

Items: Sleeping Roll and 5 days rations

Abilities: Channel Positive Energy 1d6 5/day. Spontaneous Casting for Inflict spells. Acid/Cold/Electric resist 5, Darkvision 60 ft. Daylight 1/day.

Domains: Healing, Death

Feat: Lightning Reflexes

Skills: Perception 5, Diplomacy 6, Knowledge Planes 4

Traits: Savior, Defender of the Society, Deft Dodger

-Background:
Gideon was raised in Sandpoint by his mother Dana and father James since birth. Noticably different from others with human parents, he was brought to a priest. The priest informed his parents of his celestial heritage. Feeling blessed by this news, Gideons parents urged him to seek divine guidence. To learn of the realms beyond the material plane.

But as his life progressed, he noticed a curious thing. While he had grown very strong and stalwart, happy with life and everything he had, he noticed that his parents were starting to become frail, older, much faster than he was. Looking around, he saw his friends, doing the same. One evening, he was called to the bedside of his best childhood friend. His friend told him of all the fun he'd had growing up. Without children or a wife, his friend was dying, all alone. Gideon was the last person he had called upon. Gideon stayed to ease the suffering of his friend, until the time came, and he passed.

Now stricken at the sight of sudden death, Gideons fleeting appreciation for life was damaged. Instead of taking out anger or hatred for this situation, he turned it into something beautiful. He prayed for days after the passing, finally recieving visions of the Goddess Pharasma, and her place among the divine. With a small understanding of her work, and the continuing sight of his aging parents, he enlisted to become a cleric of Pharasma. A guiding light for those still among the living, and a hand for the dying to follow to Pharasma's mighty tower.


-Caravan:
Due to his loyalty to the NPC that saved his life, he has taken the role as a guard of the caravan, although also has offered his services as the caravan diplomat for encounters in new places.

-RP sample:
Gideon walked towards the caskets, an ever heavy sorrow filling his chest. As he approached the altars they were laid upon, he tearfully grasped his holy symbol. "You lived lives of purity, of love, of grace. Showing respect to all around you, and never once taking enmity on those who turned against you. You were beacons of honor to children, to friends, and to me. Take my hand, and know that in death, you have achieved your final peace. Know that Pharasma will guide you to final rest." Placing one hand on the chests of both of the dead, he lays down a symbol of Pharasma in the arms of each. "Go now to eternal rest, Mother and Father." As he finished his eulogy, eight others came up from behind him, to close each casket, carrying them off into their final burial plots. As the others walked away into the distance, Gideon grabbed his holy symbol. "May they feel love in your embrace, as I have all these years."

A note on tieflings and aasimars.

Officially, Aasimars age at a rate similar to elves, as do tieflings. Hitting Adulthood at 60 something then aging as an elf.

That is a really stupid way of handling it to me.

So, for a houserule, Aasimars and Tieflings reach adulthood as if they were a member of their parents' race, then age as an elf for aasimars or as normal fo tieflings.

Any questions?
Scarab Sages

FYI: my real life name is Gideon. I'm never going to be able to take that character seriously. I'll be thinking "I wouldn't do that..." the entire time.

Unless I would do that. Then things might get creepy.
Scarab Sages

The above comment was made with a chuckle and a wink. I realize now that I have read it later that the tone may have been lost in translation.

Krosk. Oh, god, Krosk. Poor Horatio. Salsa, you seem to be very good at ruining sex for him. Between that and the spiders... *shudders*
Liera Mvashti wrote:
Krosk. Oh, god, Krosk. Poor Horatio. Salsa, you seem to be very good at ruining sex for him. Between that and the spiders... *shudders*

hey Noro is still there...you still have a chance...

One of my mates has insisted I keep him updated on the, ah, 'developments' in Runelords. Noro/Horatio is apparently his OTP.
Scarab Sages

Just need build numbers, then I'll get Tolus Soulrender stated up! :)

His method focuses on taking damage from allies and transferring it to foes or to himself in addition to the healing juggling. It should be fun!

By the way, if anyone could get an AOE heal like a channel, that would be amazing.

Note: Vitalists, like Psions, are a blend of prepared and spontaneous. I select from my power list every day and cast from those prepared spells spontaneously.

I can adjust Gideon's age accordingly if need be. Just let me know.

That's up to you.

Also, Sandpoint is only forty years old at the time of Jade Regent. He could have been from Magnimar and moved when the town was founded.

In:
Ed Sobel - Lou Kasuri - Human Monk
El Ronza - Liera Mvashti - Tiefling Witch

Applying:
DM Crispy - Shelby Renarin - Human Warpriestess
Oterisk - Tshilaba Vadoma - Human Cardcaster Magus
Olmek - Jin Thiesson - Human Ninja/Rogue
Olmek - Vash Kandar - Human Samurai
NarcoticSqurl - Gideon Menark - Aasimar Cleric
Calinthas Aldimay - Uruk Meginherd - Human Barbarian
Choon - Sir Archibald Benedict Thunderblossom - Halfling Investigator
Zev - Datura Oleander - Elf Hunter
ShadowyFox - ??? - ???

@Choon: I have the Ultimate Psionics book, but I wasn't allowing it. Did you post in the wrong thread?
Scarab Sages

Why yes. Yes I did. That's what I get for attempting to join two games at once... :(

This might go without saying, but you might want to skip the surname on introductions. :)

Ok, so I'll keep the introduction the same, but adjust his age accordingly.

DM:
I'll make him 65, but say he moved at 25 with his parents to further his understanding of the land, and broaden his horizons.
Choon wrote:

FYI: my real life name is Gideon. I'm never going to be able to take that character seriously. I'll be thinking "I wouldn't do that..." the entire time.

Unless I would do that. Then things might get creepy.

See, my real name is Michael so I've never had that opportunity lol. If I get picked, I'll make sure to give you're namesake a fun ride.

Scarab Sages

That's all I can ask. :)
DM-Salsa wrote:

A note on tieflings and aasimars.

Officially, Aasimars age at a rate similar to elves, as do tieflings. Hitting Adulthood at 60 something then aging as an elf.

That is a really stupid way of handling it to me.

So, for a houserule, Aasimars and Tieflings reach adulthood as if they were a member of their parents' race, then age as an elf for aasimars or as normal fo tieflings.

You know, this is something I've often felt for all demi-humans actually... just because an elf lives an exceptionally long-time shouldn't mean it takes them 120 years to reach maturity, should it? I've often wondered how it's possible for a sentient being to live 100 years with gaining even a little experience.

I have a feeling though that I might be stepping into an old debate that was hashed out somewhere long ago on this matter though.

Alright, this application is complete I think... the crunch can be found here, but the rest follows:

Appearance:
A monster of human being, Uruk stands six and a half feet in height and weights nearly three hundred pounds of solid muscle. In almost every way, Uruk is an archetypal Kellid man. He has ruddy skin and shoulder length dark straight hair, deep set brown eyes that are hidden underneath a heavy set brow bone, and a square jaw that seemingly grows out from his massive chest frame.

While not an attractive man in any conventional sense, his pure size and physical prowess makes him a force to reckon with in any room. Though not intentionally, the Kellid man appears to be perpetually scowling and angry, which makes him more even more fearsome looking. He typically adorns himself in very simple garb and nondescript clothes, and hides and furs in all but the warmest of climates. Across his back he carries a massive blade, sturdy and well built, but like all his possessions it is plain and simple in design.

Height 6'6
Weight 282 lbs
Hair Color Black
Eyes Brown

Personality:
For the most part, Uruk is a simple man and finds joy from the smallest pleasures in life. That being said, he is not an unintelligent man by any stretch of the imagination, and is generally wiser than his twenty years might otherwise suggests.

While Uruk can be driven to extreme violence, that is not his natural disposition. Most of his ability has been learned from what was expected of someone of his size and strength in a Kellid tribe. In reality, Uruk is a more decent person than his nature and background might suggest. While violence has always been a simple way to get what he wants, as Uruk as aged he has found that the best outcome in many situations is to leave violence as a last resort instead of the first.

Uruk can be intimidating to approach, but those that get past his frightening exterior will find him to be relatively kind, and loyal beyond all measures. Those that Uruk considers his friends will find that they have a most useful ally if ever their life or liberty is threatened.

Background:
Like many of the Kellid, most of Uruk's life has been one of constant dislocation, subsistence and violence. Born to Holg and Selka Meginherd of the Verloren Mammut tribe, Uruk was something of a marvel given his size and strength, even for the Kellid people. Early in his childhood years, it was apparent to all and sundry that Uruk was destined to learn the way of the sword, given his athletic ability and strength. By the age of eight, Holg was training his son to become an elite soldier in the hopes that he might one day be Chieftain. In this respect, Uruk did not disappoint his father, and even displayed an uncanny understanding of when and when not to employ his great strength. As such, Uruk was well received by his people, and his family began to ascend in rank among the Verloren Mammut.

It was a destiny that would prove to be cut short. When Uruk became of age, the tribe was happened upon by a powerful Orcish army led by Krun Thuul. In a brutal campaign, Krun led repeated strikes against the Verloren Mammut, until finally he broke them and enslaved every man, woman and child. It was rumored that their Chieftain had some kind of artifact that Krun wanted, but these rumors were neither verified or denied by there captors. Uruk was subsequently put into a labor camp, where he toiled for nearly two years under harsh and brutal conditions in the Hold of Belkzen. As luck would have it though that Krun, sent his slave workers to close to the Varisian border, and border patrols routed his Orcish slavers and set Uruk and his fellow slaves free in Varisia.

His tribe gone but not forgotten, Uruk traveled west to put as much distance between himself and the Hold of Belkzen as possible. Finally finding himself safe for the first time in years, Uruk sought resolved to seek employment and make a living for himself. Being a nomadic person, Uruk found that working for Caravans as a hired muscle offered him a wage and a lifestyle he was accustomed with. Eventually, he found himself in the employment of Sandor Vhiski, and found him a very fair and affable employer. Life working with Sandor proved a welcome change from the past few years of toil and misery, and Uruk grew comfortable there. Nevertheless, Uruk couldn't shake the feeling that his destiny didn't lay with Sandor, and that he had been spared death for reason when so many of his tribesmen had perished. Looking beyond the simple life in Sandpoint, Uruk had resolved that he would travel once more into the maw of the dragon.

Caravan Role:
As part of Caravan, Uruk would clearly serve well as muscle in the event of any form of danger. Further, he could apply his great physical strength to things like pushing a stuck cart out of the mud or helping with any repairs.

Additionally, Uruk has some decent survival skills that would help in the event food got scarce or the weather turned harsh.

Mostly muscle though, lots of it.

Writing Sample:
Awaking to the sound of shouting outside, Uruk pulled himself up and stretched before leaving the wagon. He must have been asleep, because the Caravan had clearly stopped somewhere in what appeared to be a small Farmer's Market. Leaning over to a nearby bystander, Uruk spoke to a small middle aged man in his broken common accent "Vhere are vee?" Looking up at the monster of a man, the smaller man appeared awed at the monster before him, and answered him in a straight forward manner "Son, your Caravan is in Soggy River."

Soggy River, hmmm... Uruk didn't know the place, but likely it was some back water near Sandpoint, like so many of the villages Sandor's Caravan was oft to visit. Looking over at the argument unfolding, Uruk squinted as he tried to listen to the content of the argument; Sandor appeared to be having a heated exchange about something with a brawny farmer of about six feet in height. Whispering again, Uruk asked "Vhat are dey yelling for?" Again, the small middle aged man answered plainly "Baines there thinks your man be trying to cheat him, says Sandor be over charging him for some fancy seed he's sellin'."

Listening a moment longer, it was clear to Uruk that Farmer Baines was only growing increasingly angry with his boss. With a sigh, Uruk realized he would have to intervene in a way her preferred not to, but had to on occasion since it was part of his job. Lumbering away from behind the wagon, Uruk came into plain view of Farmer Baines as the giant fell in behind Sandor.

Staring at the farmer with his deep set eyes, Uruk interjected himself into the argument, his deep bass voice booming "Is dair a problem heer?" Sizing up the man standing behind Sandor, Farmer Baines eyes grew wide with disbelief at the sheer size of him. Shaking his head, Baines looked again to Sandor and meekly conceded "Uh... no problem at all, five silver pieces it is then." Mumbling some profanities under his breath, Farmer Baines handed over the coin to a satisfied and glib Sandor.

Alright, just waiting on ShadowyFox to get his in.

It appears I failed to include the rp and caravan role for Jin.

I'll have it up as soon as possible tomorrow.

Oooh, it's getting close. Today is the day of reckoning... I reckon.

As such, I am reminded of a sermon as given by the band Tool (from their album Undertow).

And the angel of the lord came unto me
snatching me up from my place of slumber.
And took me on high and higher still
Until we moved to the spaces betwixt the air itself.
And he brought me into a vast farmlands of our own midwest.
And as we descended cries of impending doom rose from the soil.
One thousand nay a million voices full of fear.
And terror possessed me then.
And I begged "Angel of the Lord what are these tortured screams?"
And the angel said unto me,
"These are the cries of the carrots, the cries of the carrots!
You see, Reverend Maynard,
Tomorrow is harvest day and to them it is the holocaust."
And I sprang from my slumber drenched in sweat
Like the tears of one million terrified brothers and roared,
"Hear me now, I have seen the light!
They have a consciousness, they have a life, they have a soul!
Damn you! Let the rabbits wear glasses! Save our brothers!"
Can I get an amen? Can I get a hallelujah? Thank you Jesus.

A jingling sound is heard at your feet. A three moot man in fancy armor crowded with mostly worthless medals bounces there like a christmas tree during a rough carriage ride. I'm so excited! If I don't stop jittering I'll have to re-iron my pantaloons!

I'm looking forward to this because I missed my opportunity on a meatspace Jade Regent. At least we won't have to wait too much longer.

Sadly, gonna have to drop out of the running for this one. Sorry for the holdup. Just couldn't come up with anything good.

Alright, I'll post who's in later tonight.

RP Sample:
Jin stopped fast, doing her best to not think about her heart pounding against her chest. The floorboard creaked loudly under the weight of her foot. She waited for several agonizing moments, listening for the sound of footsteps approaching to investigate the noise. Hearing nothing, she crept forward, closer and closer to her mark. One step. Two steps. She held the burlap sack ready.

And then she was there. Barely suppressing a girlish giggle, Jin gently peeled away the bed sheets. Once the bed was bare, she dumped the contents of the sack onto it: clumps of poison ivy leaves, specially picked for the occasion. That should teach him to mess with my friends. Smoothing the leaves out, she replaced the covers as best she could and stole away, being sure to take the lantern that would light the room at night. She didn't want him to see what he was about to lay in.

She looked back once to review her handiwork, nodded, and then crashed into somebody. Unfortunately for her, that somebody was much larger than her and also happened to be the room's occupant.

"Oh, hey there, Jasper. This, uh, isn't what it looks like. How's Jubrayl?"

Caravan Role:
Jin brings several skills to the caravan, most notably he ability to sneak and deceive. She also possesses an unflappablely (is that a word?) sunny disposition and a willingness to us it. She can make friends, something that will be of use in strange lands.

Moving the decision back to Tomorrow night due to work.

Are we certain that it was curiosity that killed the cat? I'm getting a strong death vibe from anticipation right now.

Satisfaction brought him back. So I guess anticipation had another chance.

I was feeling bad, because I kind of want to call DM-Salsa a tease for stringing us along these two extra days. I almost wonder if he's sitting back wringing his hands evilly while watching us squirm waiting for the final call. ;)

Datura currently has bloody fingertips and jagged nails from the nervous chewing of them.

F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5

Is it now?

How bout now?

Now?

Now?

What about now?

N..Now?

Quick, Vash, hit F5 again!

I did! And nothing happened! D:

At the very least, Gideon can perform a proper sending for peeps who DID die of anticipation overdose :)

Going through everything now. I'll post before I go to bed tonight. Also, as a heads up, due to some stuff that I won't mention here, posting from me may be a little slow for a while. On the bright side, at least all of the games I'm running are at okay places to take a break. (This one especially so. ;D)

Congrats to the following:

Jin Thiesson
Sir Archibald Benedict Thunderblossom
Tshilaba Vadoma
Selbarina Renarin
Datura Oleander

The five of you and Lou and Liera please report to the following.
Report in Here: The House of Jasmine Streams
Dot Here: Gameplay Thread

I'm genuinely disappointed not to have made the cut on this one.

Ah well, c'est la vie. Have fun everyone!
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