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DaWay's Legacy of Fire - Howl of the Carrion King (Inactive)

Game Master DaWay

Having been hired by Garavel for the Merchant Princess Almahn you have reclaimed an Old Monastery to Sarenrae now you must launch the plan to reclaim Kelmarane as your contract details.


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And yet another figure joins the growing group in the small room. His flickering, flaming hair, reflective bronze skin and horns strike your memories of legends, but his unimpressive build has far more in common with street rats than the elemental djinn. A variety of emotions flicker across his face as he looks around the room, settling on one that might be concern or worry. "Am I too late? Has the group headed to Kelmarane already left?"

Lantern Lodge

@choon. Please wait until I have access to the books. Granted that will probably be Friday and I will give everyone a chance to work out their characters before play officially starts.


Tolus's training instantly tells him that this being is no slave. His demeanor is too confident, too free. Tolus has been protraying these qualities so far, but now he is forced to reveal his true self in the face of a Free-man. He is still a slave.
He stands in the presence of the Ifrit. He half-bows and holds the position as one under review. His eyes never leave the floor and his fangs never show as he replies, "We have not yet left, my lord. Your humble slaves were just meeting and discussing matters below your honored attention. As a ward of the city, if you have need, I am yours to command. "
He does not move until told.

I wish they had provided some traditions for how slaves are to behave in the AP Player's guide. I'm kinda making this up as I go.

Scarab Sages

DaWay wrote:
@choon. Please wait until I have access to the books. Granted that will probably be Friday and I will give everyone a chance to work out their characters before play officially starts.

We could probably just start and have the books become "available" next time we're in town.

Grand Lodge

Taldor obviously has no respect for the slavers, everything from his posture to his face bespeaks his hatred for them.

"ya i've been in a few scraps down there. i need to get out, i have obligations elsewhere"

Suprisingly Tolus's appearance doesn't seem to upset him, the only thing you notice is a raised eyebrow when he see's his teeth


Mas'ud cocks his head at an angle as Tolus stands and then verbally prostrates himself. "'My lord?' I am just a storyteller, friend. I have little enough money to eat, and no money for owning slaves." He laughs heartily, with a good, echoing, belly laugh. "You said that 'we have not left', so I take it that at least some of you are planning on joining this trip as well, then? What roles will we playing in each other's stories, then, I wonder? Who will we become to one another?"

Tapping himself on the chest with his right hand, "I am Mas'ud, a storyteller, as I said. Who are you?"

Isn't making it up as we go supposed to be the point?

It makes more sense to let the judge digest material before making a point of asking to use/abuse it. If there is something that stands out as being a perfect match for the core of a character concept, then you beg and plead to retrofit as if it had always been available. Sometimes the judge will agree. I don't know how likely DaWay is to follow that path, but it is still the most commonly used in my expereince within the gaming community. Otherwise, there's little lost to add things as the characters grow. We'll be doing that, regardless, right?

Grand Lodge

Taldor's face and posture immediately soften when he hears the flame-haired thing isn't a slaver, and you see a small smile when he says he's a storyteller. He mumbles quietly

"Hello Mas'ud"

then he pulls out his map and figurines again


Tolus seems to relax slightly as well, though only enough to end his bow. The strict observance of class and station are so ingrained that he doesn't think of retaking his seat.
" I have some minor training in courtly storytelling. Mainly the classics by request of my first Master. Though I was rarely. Commanded to use those skills. "
He sees the re-appearance of the mat game and is interested.
"What is that called?"


I'd like to submit Kara, halfling entertainer and slave. I originally built her for a LoF game with 3.5 rules, then updated her for Beta, then the final PFRPG before that game fizzled out - I was loving playing her though and would love the chance to do so again. The intent was to start as a Bard and then switch to fighter, but now that Ultimate Combat is out the Dervish Dancer archetype fits perfectly with the concept I was going for so I'd use that if selected. If you'd like me to provide full stats I can do that.

Appearance

Kara is a slender, graceful halfling in early adulthood. She has smallish, clean shaven feet, and could easily pass as a gnome. Her dark eye makeup draws even more attention to her large blue eyes, and she flashes her long eyelashes just right to lock your gaze.

A revealing yet simple brightly colored gown serves as both costume and casual wear, yet is clean and free of any signs of wear. Simple copper bracelets adorn her wrists, and several beaded necklaces draw your eyes down the plunging neckline of her dress, somehow making her look glamorous, refined, and desirable.

Background

I have no memory of my parents. I’m sure I have some, somewhere, but families don’t last long among slaves. Sold from master to master, I landed finally in the care of a kindly human who treated me as a person and not a thing. For a time I became infatuated with him, intoxicated by his goodness, but he had a dark secret, and one morning was found murdered in his study. After that I learned quickly not to get too close to anyone, as the pain from the inevitable separation became unbearable.

My earliest memories are of the reckoning, as we slaves called it – the day our life is chosen for us. Some of my fellows were sent to be cooks or household servants, while some of the stronger men were picked for labor or to be sailors on a slave galley. Halflings were especially popular picks for sailors because their sleeping quarters could be half the size of humans’, leaving more room for merchandise. I often wonder how my life might have been had I been sent to sail the seas, but that was not to be. Someone early in my life said I was pretty, so I became an entertainer.

They taught me to dance and sing, but my teachers were cruel and demanding. They bound my feet to hide my Halfling heritage – it seems gnomes are more exotic and often fetch a higher price in certain markets. As soon as I discovered the usefulness of my new skills in pleasing men and avoiding their wrath, I doubled my efforts and mastered the art of seduction. I was passed around to dance in nearly every seedy tavern in the dark corners of Katapesh, occasionally catching the eye of some wealthy merchant who took me in as his personal entertainer until he tired of me and I was sold yet again.

In those dark days I came to know the true nature of man – the seeds of greed, selfishness, lust, anger, deceit, and corruption lie in the hearts of everyone, no matter how pretty, kind, or honest they appear. Politicians, peasants, and clerics all frequented the pubs to watch me dance, and their leering and lustful eyes sickened me. Ever will I play this twisted game; ever will I hide my hate for them.

When my last master fell on hard times, I was sold yet again, but this time to the city government, where I was put in a holding cell to await a trip to the slave market and another new master. Then one morning I was woken early and sent to a courtyard with many other slaves. An official looking human called for silence and announced that we were being sent to fight with a band of mercenaries and guards in an assault to retake the village of Kelmarane. If we were successful, he promised, we would be free.

Of course nobody ever frees slaves, so I fully expect this to be a suicide mission, but even death would be better than this hell I’ve been living, so I wrapped a small dagger and darts to my thigh, gathered my few belongings, and set off for my doom.

Grand Lodge

@kara OH NOOO! ALL THE PRETTY CHARMING HALFLINGS! POOR TALDOR IS GONNA POP

Grand Lodge

Taldor jumps a little when addressed, obvious that he was very focused.

"Oh it's a game i use to play when i was being trained. very good for learning combat maneuvers and lets you see from the point of view of the enemy. mostly used by the younger dwarves, but, well, i still like it. keeps me sharp and gives me something to do with my hands. reminds me of home too"

He shows the odd snake-man the map, and how he's set up rangers and sorcerers ambushing a party of fighters in the woods

Scarab Sages

So far this looks like a party of slaves sent to be the cannon fodder in the reclamation of Kelmarane with an Ifrit storyteller to recount their tale. Excellent. :)


Taldor wrote:

Taldor jumps a little when addressed, obvious that he was very focused.

"Oh it's a game i use to play when i was being trained. very good for learning combat maneuvers and lets you see from the point of view of the enemy. mostly used by the younger dwarves, but, well, i still like it. keeps me sharp and gives me something to do with my hands. reminds me of home too"

He shows the odd snake-man the map, and how he's set up rangers and sorcerers ambushing a party of fighters in the woods

Tolus quickly examines the map, but his life and training have been with the high nobility so he misses all the subtleties of the dwarves strategy game.

" They seem well made. " is the best he can do.


not all slaves or ex-slaves... Sorry I haven't joined in the rp... time has been short these past few days and probably won't let up until Thursday.

Grand Lodge

Taldor keeps moving the figurines, and the 'battle' seems to be quickly turning into the ambusher's favor. you see all the fighters drop except one, who tries to solo the rest, only to be dragged down and drug away instead of killed. Taldor looks upset, then puts the game away

"Sorry, I'm here for a reason and need to stop getting distracted. So...um...what do you...do?"

Scarab Sages

Fionnbharanel wrote:
not all slaves or ex-slaves... Sorry I haven't joined in the rp... time has been short these past few days and probably won't let up until Thursday.

Apologies. I'm gonna start a party reference sheet when I get home today. :P


Fionn walks into the tavern jauntily, her chainmail, emblazoned with the symbol of The Dawnflower, jingling merrily as she walks. She sidles up to the bar and orders a mug of ale... then looks about the place. The blue haired diminutive female casts around the tavern for perhaps a familiar face or two, her grey eyes flashing in the light of the sconced torches lighting the room.

Well, that's disappointing... no one I know here tonight. Well, time to make some friends.

She stands up on her stool, making her slightly taller than the humanfolk at the bar, raises her mug and calls out loudly, "Innkeep... a round of drinks for the house on me!"


Taldor wrote:

Taldor keeps moving the figurines, and the 'battle' seems to be quickly turning into the ambusher's favor. you see all the fighters drop except one, who tries to solo the rest, only to be dragged down and drug away instead of killed. Taldor looks upset, then puts the game away

"Sorry, I'm here for a reason and need to stop getting distracted. So...um...what do you...do?"

Tolus opens his mouth to respond when a Halfling proclaims a free round. He looks at his companions and motions to the bar, "Shall we indulge the kind lady?"


(not a halfling - a gnome, but close in size anyway)

To all who will listen, she smiles from her stand on the stool and lifts her own mug, saying, "Name's Fionnbharanel," she pronounces it "Finnvaranel" "but you can call me 'Finn' for short. Blessings of Sarenrae on you all!" She sits down finally on her stool, with her back to the bar, facing out into the room, a friendly smile on her face.


Fionnbharanel wrote:

(not a halfling - a gnome, but close in size anyway)

To all who will listen, she smiles from her stand on the stool and lifts her own mug, saying, "Name's Fionnbharanel," she pronounces it "Finnvaranel" "but you can call me 'Finn' for short. Blessings of Sarenrae on you all!" She sits down finally on her stool, with her back to the bar, facing out into the room, a friendly smile on her face.

like I said, character reference sheet needed. :P

Tolus wastes no time walking up and ordering an inexpensive but fiery wine. He raises the glass, and gives the cleric a deep, respectful bow (without spilling a drop).

Grand Lodge

Taldor sees yet another pretty female walk into the room, and amazingly she orders a free round. When she mentions Sarenrae he perks up.

"Aye Tolus, i'll never say no to a free drink. So, what were you saying?"


"Welcome aboard, Finn!" smiles Arizhel. "I am not sure where we are going, but it never hurts to have a god on your side".


Arizhel makes two or three attempts to count heads, then gives up, and slouches back down in her seat.

"I lost track, and now I have no idea. I suppose it is a good thing I am not a wizard . . . can't even count to . . . however many there are of us."

in all seriousness, I have lost track of who is who and who will be playing who. I do not envy you DaWay.


Updated stats to 15 point buy and using Dervish Dancer archetype, all in profile.


Tolus the Serpent Servant wrote:
Tolus looks surprised, "Indeed? If you think yourself so, how much more do your Masters think you so who tell you that you are a curse? Perhaps you are truly a blessing waiting to be forged in the fires of opportunity. My mentor told me that once." Tolus leans in as if conspiring and whispers, "He liked to be inspirational. "

"Perhaps, perhaps not. Every one of my masters tried to get me to break or die in the pit. If surviving four years didn't convince them, nothing will."

The way she says "masters" makes it more of a curse than anything else, and she merely shakes her head when Tolus greets a freeman like he was a slave owner. Definitely an odd one, this. I'll need to keep my guard up.

Fionnbharanel wrote:
"Innkeep... a round of drinks for the house on me!"

Khatijah almost chokes when she hears the gnome offer to buy. The tea she was about to swallow is spewed out over the table and almost all over the strange man she was talking to. She composes herself and quickly cleans the mess before looking for the gnome. She finds her and carefully makes her way over. She quietly moves behind the gnome and whispers a word of advice in her ear.

Finn or Perception DC25:
"Careful, little one. There are many who would take your purse and freedom instead of your offer."

Grand Lodge

After Khatijah interrupts the snake man from telling his story, he hears the way she says masters. he leans over

"At least there's someone who agrees with me. Name's Taldor, you?"

He looks unsure if he should offer his hand or not, as it's a fellow warrior but he normally doesn't give a strong grip to a lady. He ends up awkwardly raising his hand a little, then just putting on his leg


Tolus knew he was a fish out of water. The instant they had shoved a shortspear and thick wooden shield in his hands, neither of which he was familiar with, he had questioned what he was getting into. Now he found himself in public without a Master for the second time in his life and he was scared to death that he was getting it all wrong.

Well, it wasn't going devastatingly wrong. He thought he could probably befriend some of these people in time. Right now he was just glad no one would burst in and carry him off for a beating like last time. He had been young, but that kind of thing leaves a mark.

He somehow sensed that the Masters were little loved here and had to wonder why. His masters, save the last, had all been kindly and valued him. The people here all looked capable in what they did. Didn't their masters reward that?


Finn looks at Khatijah with surprise as she whispers to her and speaks back softly,

"There is little left to take after buying this round, and if someone has more need of it than myself or my service to the Dawnflower, then let him take my purse, as the money has little enough value to me. As for my freedom, that would be harder to take and the Dawnflower herself will help protect me from such an attempt... but thank you for the warning. Please, partake of your round from me though, it is my pleasure to meet you."

She holds out her hand in friendship to the strange woman with the warning. "I'm Finn, by the way."

Scarab Sages

Arizhel wrote:

in all seriousness, I have lost track of who is who and who will be playing who. I do not envy you DaWay.

Nor do I. I'm barely keeping up by matching portraits to personas. Even then I'm getting some of the particulars wrong. But at least we'll have this ironed out before the main AP hits. :)

Grand Lodge

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13 perception

Failing to overhear the conversation between the two, Taldor decides to offer some advice to Finn as well.

"While our gods are still looking over us, they expect us to fight for our freedom by ourselves. Have faith, but do not be blinded by it"


"Good advice and well-spoken, friend, thank you!" she says, speaking softly to Taldor. She holds out her hand to shake in friendship. "Name's Finn... a pleasure to make your acquaintance..."

Grand Lodge

Taldor still seems awkward around Finn, but knowing she prays to Sarenrae eases him a bit.

"It'll be good to have someone with the god's favor here, I'm beginning to think the arena is their blind spot"


"Well, I'm new to this area, so please, tell me about this 'arena'? I am just arrived from the north and know nothing really of this place at all."


"Be glad. That place is part of the abyss."

Though she says it matter-of-factly, something in Khatijah's eyes gives away a little of the emotion she's feeling, mainly raw, red-hot hatred.

She finishes her tea and quietly orders another. She takes a long sip from it before speaking again.

"Why do you serve this Dawnflower?"


AdamWarnock wrote:

"Be glad. That place is part of the abyss."

Though she says it matter-of-factly, something in Khatijah's eyes gives away a little of the emotion she's feeling, mainly raw, red-hot hatred.

She finishes her tea and quietly orders another. She takes a long sip from it before speaking again.

"Why do you serve this Dawnflower?"

Tolus files this away in his memory. Apparently this one has had a really unfortunate time with Masters. He imagined what he would feel if all his masters were like his last. He shudders at the thought.

Grand Lodge

Fionnbharanel wrote:
"Well, I'm new to this area, so please, tell me about this 'arena'? I am just arrived from the north and know nothing really of this place at all."

"Oi I second that, there's a special place reserved in Hell for the people that run this place"

Taldor reaches down his collar and pulls out a necklace that is shaped out of metal and depicts a large hammer. he kisses it and returns it under his shirt


A young, slender halfling woman wearing a simple yellow dress walks through the door, chin high and her steps deliberate. For such a small thing, she has a commanding presence. Standing in the center of the room, she asks to no one in particular, "Who's in charge here?"


"Why serve Sarenrae? Well she is the Goddess of the Sun, and I DO love fire!" When she says this her eyes sparkle with an almost holy glee and she produces a globe of fire in her hand which she rolls over and over between her two hands, almost as if it were something alive. After a brief time, she cups both hands around the fire, then opens them, revealing them to be now empty. "Mmmm... fire! yes... and of course goodness and redemption as well... but mostly the fire..." Her face glows slightly as she speaks of Sarenrae and fire... or maybe it was just the fire in her hands reflected there...


Gnome Pyromaniac. We're in trouble.


Kara wrote:
A young, slender halfling woman wearing a simple yellow dress walks through the door, chin high and her steps deliberate. For such a small thing, she has a commanding presence. Standing in the center of the room, she asks to no one in particular, "Who's in charge here?"

Tolus's eyes are one of several pairs she catches. He points to the Bartender in answer to her question.

He is now sitting again at the table, having left the company of those so vehemently opposed to all he grew up with. There he sat, mulling on their words and wondering what could have turned them so sour to a society that had given him so much.


Kara looks confused. "I'm sorry, I understood I would find my new master here?"


Kara wrote:
Gnome Pyromaniac. We're in trouble.

Would you prefer one that plays with ice instead? :)

Grand Lodge

Kara wrote:
Gnome Pyromaniac. We're in trouble.

yes. and it will be awesome

As the fire shows up out of thin air, Taldor jumps up and has his hammer halfway out before he catches himself. Stupid! It's just a little trick, now you ruined everything!

"I'm so-sorry, i just...it's that...well ma-magic isn't my fav...

Taldor just stutters until he's no longer audible, then sits there with his head down and not making eye contact with anybody


cool, Talliree and Finn could be sisters by their appearance (both with blue-black hair and grey eyes!)...but one fire and one ice... how fun is that? love it!

Grand Lodge

if you looked at my stats and background Taldor has a deep seated hatred of magic (he's a little better with divine), and also has an alternate dwarf trait that gives him spell resistance


"Sorry, friend dwarf. It's just a simple thing really to make flame, but there was no intent to upset you. I'll try to be more cautious around you in the future, but know that in service to my companions and my Goddess, I may find the need to make more and larger flames in the future."


Kara wrote:
Kara looks confused. "I'm sorry, I understood I would find my new master here?"

"As far as I can tell there are no Masters here. If you're referring to the honorable Master who offered us our freedom then you are properly early. He has yet to arrive."

Tolus looks more relaxed now that there's someone in the room who appreciates the system and abides by the rules of proper conduct for slaves.

Grand Lodge

Taldor regains his composure and turns a little to Finn

"Its allright, just became a little jumpy around it after how i got captured"

He turns to Tolus

"I'd be careful, freedom and death are often the same thing"


Fionnbharanel wrote:
cool, Talliree and Finn could be sisters by their appearance (both with blue-black hair and grey eyes!)...but one fire and one ice... how fun is that? love it!

As much fun as that would be, Talliree is in another game at the moment, but I suppose I could come up with something. Talli's family is supposed to be big after all.


Taldor wrote:

Taldor regains his composure and turns a little to Finn

"Its allright, just became a little jumpy around it after how i got captured"

He turns to Tolus

"I'd be careful, freedom and death are often the same thing"

Tolus chuckles, "And freedom from death another thing still, you are right. However, I fully intend to not die in that ruin of a town."

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