
GM Bearington |

I will be running the above scenario! Recruitment starts now and ends in 24 hours. Players will be selected from the list of all applicants based on lottery with a GM veto in the name of party balance. The first gameplay post will be up June 18/19, depending on how I am feeling after Origins.
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Questions? Comments? Concerns?

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Tagir smiles at Ulena, "Tagir's the name, but my friends call me Sand--for the color of my hair, and for . . . other reasons," Just imagine how hard it is to get sand off your skin once it gets inside that armor. "Your armor looks awfully difficult to take off," he smiles at the paladin again, "Can you handle it alone, or do you need help getting out of it?"

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Ulena blushes near instantly as she's addressed. "N-n-no, I don't need help." She blushes again and turns her eyes toward her feet. "That is to say I'm not removing my armor at the moment, but when I do I'll-"
Her eyes widen as she realizes what she was about to say, she shuts her mouth quickly, takes a deep breath and sets her unease aside before lifting her chin and looking back to Tagir. Come first with a rose.
"I can handle the armor on my own, but thank you, it's a rare thing to find a stranger offering help. My name is Ulena. Are you a Pathfinder as well or are you looking for help?"

JackieLane |

How often do you expect us to post? If you don't mind me posting only once per day most of the time, I've got a brand new human Unchained Monk I'd like to try. I haven't created her ID on here yet, but I can put it up tonight if you want. I just need to format it properly for the forums. Very simple, standard monk build for now, except for the fact that she fights using kamas most of the time. And she's in the Grand Lodge faction.

GM Bearington |

I just updated my profile to include things like posting rates and various other tidbits. At least 1/day is the expectation I have for my players!
Malik: level 3 would be the cut off. You'd be getting "Out of Subtier" gold which is the same amount of gold as if you played a 4-5 game. The differences between being a level 3 at a 1-2 vs a 4-5 is the difficulty and items your chronicle will allow you to buy from it.

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"Sand? Plenty gets lost in sand..."
A Varisian wanderer joins the group, smiling just a bit too broadly. Turning to the paladin, she adds, "Aren't we all looking for help? Even when we aren't, we still have unfulfilled desires. We still miss something."
Traceni Skrit is a L1 Nature Oracle/L1 Fey-Serpentine Crossblooded Sorcerer.

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The dark skinned Garundi looks at the others keeping his thoughts to himself.
'Interesting lot here. The lot of them look like they've seen action before.'
Carefully rising from his seat he walks to where a group of them have gathered keeping an eye on the man who appears to be attempting a woman dressed in immaculate, pristine armour.
He turns when he hears the alluring voice of woman mention how they are all in search of something and is not surprised to find the exotic looking face of the speaker beside him.
"The Tender of Dreams is an apt guide if you are looking for one. One only need to gaze at the beauty of the night sky to gather whatever help we 'truly' need." he removes a trio of bone white dice from a pouch on his belt and begins to shake them effortlessly in his hand.
"Let me introduce myself. I am Bishop. Also known as the Dark Augur. I have been gifted with the ability to read the bones when the Great Dreamer smiles upon me."
Bluff: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

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Ulena smiles as her question becomes more philosophical than she had intended. Not the usual crop of pathfinders. She thinks.
"The Eternal Maiden provides for me, but if Desna has something to say, I'd be lying to say I wasn't curious." She eyes Bishops dice and doesn't think for a second that he's anything less than what he claims.
"While we wait, could you "read the bones"?

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"Why of course. Let us see what The Tender of Dreams will whisper to you." Bishop outstretches his arm over the simple wooden table that had seen it's fair share of spilled ales and dagger tips. Even sooty black mark where a candle must have tipped over and left a permanent reminder. Mumbling to himself in his native tongue he gives the dice two long shakes and slams them upon the table his hand flattened to hide the results.
In an ominous voice he speaks to the woman as if they were the only ones here. "Know this before I lift my hand. The past is our teacher. The future is our destination. The present is our journey. Fear not what is revealed. Embrace it." Raising his hand you get a look at the shape of the bones. Each face you see it painted with a symbol in the finest detail.
Desna's aid: 1d20 + 1d10 + 1d8 ⇒ (15) + (2) + (1) = 18
"The Sun rises and brings with it hope. Trust the Guardian. He stands at it's side the vigilant protector. The Guardian will not wait long for what he seeks comes his way."

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The gnome eyes perks up as he observes the reading of cards in progress.
Quick eyes notes the position, Ears to catch the cadence of the chant if any, mind alert and commited to memorising the entire thing to be be re examined again at his leisure.
"I say. That's an entire interesting way to tell a fortune." his head bobs up and down as he speaks, likely to balance the cumbersome large pair of glasses perches precariously on his nose.

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"Indeed I am. Being a Pathfinder is one of my many distinctions. I am looking to help though, not for it." Tagir places a hand under Ulena's forearm, as if steadying her, and holds the contact for a long second.
He removes his hand only when the newcomer speaks, and turns toward her before answering, "Indeed, fulfilling our desires is what pulls us out of bed in the morning, keeps us at work in the day, and surrounds us with friends in the evening.
"One might even say that the fulfillment of desire is the purpose of life."
Tagir watches Bishop roll the bones in silence. This guy's going to make the perfect wing man, and he won't even know it! "Ulena, you seem most capable, and yet we are all vulnerable alone. But together, together we are so much more."
He draws a matching hankerchief from his pocket, and offers it to the paladin with a small bow. "As you do not seem the type to offer her favor to a man, please allow me to offer the favor. Would you do me the honor of guarding your flank, should danger arise?" That's right. Trust me. Come my way.

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"Sunrises do lift my spirits, at least that much I can say is true. There's something in the way it shines light on the beauty of the world. I don't know much about the Guardian, but, all in all, not a bad fortune."
Ulena smiles at Bishop and attempts something like a curtsy in her armor. She's somewhat startled my Tagir's answer to her earlier question, having almost forgotten about him amidst the other arrivals.
She notices his hand on her arm, only as he lifts it off, and furrows her brow. She takes his handkerchief and chuckles at the idea of taking his favor, then ties it to the end of her glaive for all to see.
"If we are both chosen for an assignment together, I would be glad to know I already have an ally I can count on."