Harrowed Ruins

Game Master Slothsy

The storykin are losing their stories, leading the town of Caesure to send a group of trained agents from the Ethere Court to investigate.


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Yeah, that RP was a blast. Ranna's still sitting around waiting for a RotRL spot to open up in a game.

I have rough drafts for everything up in this alias. I will almost certainly change things before the due date, but it's a start. Also, no hard feelings about it, Johnnycat. Multiple similar submissions are just part of the recruitment process.


I forgot to mention my role:

Amaterasu will be a tanking druid.


Bowing out, gracefully. Good luck to all!


I think this campaign is going to be one many will follow even if they can't play in it. These characters are already really sizing up! So many savvy ideas in this thread.


"It was said that the light from that lantern was lit by the first flame, and was never extinguished. Ages passed as the flame in that lantern guided countless individuals out of the darkness and onto the proper paths of their lives.. Perhaps even no few souls as well."

"What happened to the lantern, Grandma? Is it still around? Has the flame gone out?"

"...I'm not sure, child. Some say that it has, others say that it hasn't, but I do know one thing.. Anything that has lasted that long can-- under the right circumstances-- take on a life of its own.."

Background:
Numerous stories abound about "The Lantern That Lights The Way", as carried by holy men, and valiant heroes. In some cases that lantern was a torch, or metaphorical in the sense of a banner whose emblem was a lit lantern. In every case however, that lantern was the sole item that saved the protagonist. Either it was the standard of the brave knight that stood between the darkness and bought another day, or its flame struck the final blow against the evil that threatened.

As the time passed, stories gave the heroic lantern flame a personality, other stories granted it sentience from a wish, or a stray piece of magic. Later stories made the flame the knight, and the illumination it granted something that was realized. The lines blurred, with the stories growing or fading with each retelling.

Jairdan found Ceasure, but also found that he could not remember whether or not he had a bearer.. or was it a direction? A light provided illumination, but where did it lead? Did anyone hold it?

Appearance:
Dark curly hair hung free, with skin that was darkly tanned from sun, his smile is parts confidence, good nature, and faith, his expressions articulate and honest. In dim light, his eyes smolder like coals, their glow that of a fireplace ember after dinner when all is settled and comfortable. His demeanor is confident and comforting, and his manner is engaging, even in the worst situations.

Jairdan Wynne
Elemental Kin(Fire), Paladin(Warrior of the Holy Light)
10,16,14,11,12,17


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It's actually kind of intimidating that this game is open until the 15th given how fast characters are coming in.


Tyger Tyger:


The Tyger

BY WILLIAM BLAKE

Tyger Tyger, burning bright, 
In the forests of the night; 
What immortal hand or eye, 
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies. 
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain, 
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp, 
Dare its deadly terrors clasp! 

When the stars threw down their spears 
And water'd heaven with their tears: 
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger Tyger burning bright, 
In the forests of the night: 
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?


YES


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No? =^^=

Silver Crusade

Seth86 wrote:
No? =^^=

Can't help but imagine a Tigerfied Simon Baker now.


Profession (Mentalist)
Perform (Mind Tricks)

=^^=


lulz

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@ Ugolino - I feel much the same! I wanted to be sure to give people enough time to create characters, since I was introducing custom races and require heavy background elements.

My intention is to start giving feedback on specific characters, backstory and mechanics next week for those who have already submitted.

I'm really impressed with submissions so far.


I think that poem is best to describe when u want them from stories or poems. Or i can take the official wiki as his story?

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Seth86 - Sorry, nearly missed your question at the bottom of the page. For background, I'd like a general idea of where your character is, what they're doing now, how they relate to other characters, the like. For stories, you can link to an online version of a story you want to use (for example, My Storykin's Tale!) and a description of what they're missing works. Normally, what's missing should be either something integral to the story and be either tangible or intangiable (ie, knowing what their lover looks like, the red cloak that identifies them as different, the ending to the story, the animosity they have with their sworn enemy, Pandora's curiosity). This is somewhat intentionally left vague so that you have room to work with but, in general, what your character is missing should be a hook for the story. For example, Pandora's character is a great example. While she herself doesn't care about her missing curiosity, her eidolon does and will work (at least in my understanding!) to try and get it back.

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Yes, definitely the source material works. You can also use the wiki. You can present both.

Also, as a note, I love Blake.


Okay. Either one or both.

My ideas so far at what is missing:

Love interest: like becky
Rival: Baloo

Opinions welcome


Doctor Smith's Lost Thing:

Along with losing his name and his companions, Doctor Smith knows that he's missing something inside of him, something that defined him.

The answer is his duality, which can be best expressed in this poem:

"He's like fire and ice and rage. He's like the night and the storm in the heart of the sun. He's ancient and forever. He burns at the center of time, and he can see the turn of the universe. And he's wonderful!"

Doctor Smith has lost and integral part of himself: his ferocity, his intensity. He still has his capriciousness, his spirit of adventure, but lacks the true fire that lurks beneath that facade, he lacks that "sliver of ice in his heart."

He has lost the ability to get angry about things that matter.


Ironically, of the things he has lost, Vehemence has lost most of his ability to incite fury into the heroes he meets.


Hello, here is the Raven.
I don't have stats yet.. I have to figure out how to make a character without arms yet. But I can tell as much as that he's a chaotic good tiny animal kith (raven).

Appearance:
Raven is a bold and dashing, cloak and dagger type of raven. There is an audacity in the way his beak is curved, a certain untameable wildness in his forehead feathers. He doesn't like to talk about his left foot middle toe, he thinks the claw is a bit dull. That's what he thinks, anyway. To any human he looks a perfectly normal, stereotypical raven.

Personality:
Raven is a hopeless romantic, deeply honest and a friend of good company. He can be annoyingly abrupt and has a habit of bringing a conversation down by dropping a single one line out of context without comment. He is also a friend of stormy and uninvited entrances. Sometimes the finer points of conduct simply ellude him. However, he can be a remarkably good listener and brings forth what is in the heart of people.

What he lost:

There are many fragments of the story which are missing, for example that there is supposed to be a bust of Pallas above the chamber door (and not of Aphrodite or Athene). The single one key fragment that's missing, however is the single one word Raven is supposed to say: "Nevermore."

He does remember that what he is supposed to say is somehow important, but he doesn't even know that it's only a single one word.

Story & Background: The Raven and Rapunzel:

Once upon a midday drowsy, all her thoughts so free and frowsy
Over many quaint and curious kith without their own folklore
While she squirmed, hungry longing, suddenly their came a flapping,
As of some boldly landing, landing on the window board.
"Hello, raven" did she mumble, "welcome to my window board."
Only this and nothing... else.

Quoth the raven: "Croak!"
This he said, and nothing ... in addition.

However, he must have figured out that this is not a proper way to chat up a pretty young woman, so after a somewhat awkward smirk and a yawn from her he added. "Hello Rapunzel. Sorry to burst in here, didn't realize your were sleeping."

She came over to him and gave him a kiss upside the feathery black head. As a raven he was unable to blush, so he stepped from one foot to another and winded his in embarressment. Of course Rapunzel realized that the raven had quite a crush on her, but she also knew that he was way too much gentlebird to ever become unpleasant. Thus she was happy he was there, and didn't mind that raven saw her lightly dressed.

For it was a negligée
This she wore, and nothing... else.

"It's alright", she answered, "some company would actually be nice, I suppose." While she did try to appear cheery as always Raven didn't miss the somewhat sad subcontext.

"Your prince still didn't check up on you?" he asked carefully.

"No, he did not. You wouldn't happen to know whatever skirt he is chasing today?"

The raven did try to sound as innocent as he could but failed horribly, just because of it. "He may be looking for Hope."

"Hope! I can't hear it anymore! That rotten **** hopefully chokes for all the **** after her! She is worse than those blasted Tyranny and Anarchy!"

Quoth the raven: "Croak"
This he said, and nothing ... to elaborate.

There was indeed little to be said about it. Hope did like to play hard-to-get. And she did it with enthusiasm with every single fairy-tale-prince in the village. Every single one was looking for Hope, trying to be the first to get her and while she kept uncouraging them, as far as Raven knew, none ever managed to get a hold onto her. She was worse than any Siren. He did try to meet her once and talk some sense into her, but once you find Hope, you're completely lost for her and there is no way to resist that. So the only thing good about it was that she did stay out of the village.

Raven absolutely did not understand Rapunzel's prince, though. She was nice, lovely, a bit of a homebody, sure, but the same could be said about the old man, his only room mate and story counterpart. Raven absolutely adored Rapunzels deliberately rough and cute, fey-ish short hair cut. Gave her something authentic, very fey-ish. She fit a lot better into this world than most other damsels in distress, like Snow White, Star Money, Cinderalla and whatever their names were. All just a mindless icon of girlishness and outdated ideals of perfection. Snow white and her six dwarves with all this and her starlet stepmother were the worst. Rapunzel was, well, a an honest, upright fey who spoke her mind and didn't fold into preconceptions in turn. Admittedly, that might indeed make it harder for her to get back into her story. So Raven was a little ashamed that he even encouraged her, he just liked her that way.

"Did anyone ever tell you have an abrupt way with words?" She sighed. "I hope he doesn't find Hope. Well, true love is even harder to find."

With a bit of a misunderstanding Raven replied: "She is indeed. I don't even know why anyone would want to ban her (or 'him' from your perspective) from the village. It's not like True Love tried to fool anyone, she just is. She may not be as pretty as Hope or Young Love or as lush as Desire, but she's the kindest person you could possibly think of."

"We had this conversation before" she replied with a grin. "If you cast Tyranny out you can't ask True Love to stay. And she likes to be hard to find, so she wouldn't stay even if we asked her to. And don't tell me it's a matter of principle now, it just wouldn't work, what does it matter whether she is allowed to stay or not if she won't just come to us without us lookinig for her, anyway."

"Yeah, you're right." he croaked, hardly convinced, but he knew that Rapunzel would get the better of him in this discussion. "How's the old crone?" he tried to switch the topic and asked about her own room mate.

"Old crone! You could be a bit nicer, you know? She may be a bit overprotective, but she had been certainly nice to me. We built this tower together in only a couple of days and she did by far most of the work. Keeps bringing me flowers and all kinds of lovely teas, flavoured with nectar."

"Don't you think you're a bit too nice every now and then?" he couldn't help himself, he just had to be a bit practical at this point. "I mean... I know how you hate me saying this, but... sometimes it's not so bad to consider how things were supposed to be in order to get back."

"If I agree to that, will you stop calling my landlady a 'crone'?"

Quoth the raven: "Deal"
This he said and nothing... else might have been said about the matter.

"How's your own partner in crime?" She sat down with a gleam of curiousity in her eyes. Raven already knew what she would be asking next, but he replied nevertheless.

"Well, he thinks we need a bust for the story. So, he's been asking all kinds of mythical kith to pose for him. I offered to help him - my beak makes me good at wood working, even though I am not as good as a woodpecker. It seems to be personal to him, however, so I let him go. Aphrodite shot him down, cold and elegant as she always is. Athene seemed to be seriously agitated by the simple request... like we reminded her on something painful. He's just trying to recreate it from faint memories now."

"And..." continued Rapunzel prodding him with a sly grin on her face: "What's your story as far as you can remember?"

He just knew it. She would ask him about his own half remembered story. It was painful to go through all the little details and trying to figure something out of the fragments of a dream. Most kith didn't like to talk about it and if they did it was very personal. He sorted his thoughts while she leaned forward, nose to his beak and watched him patiently. Well, alright. Not for anyone else, but Rapunzel is just too... Heaven, young women should not be allowed to be that lovely.

"I... I am afraid I don't think it's a very nice story. Basically one of a misunderstanding. I remember it's a cold and stormy night. I remember this old house, with the little library and the old man, my room mate, sitting in it. He seems a bit lost. Lonely. Obviously can't really sleep, but isn't fully awake, either. Sooo... I think, let's find some nice place to rest for myself and cheer the poor guy up. I try get in, but the window is locked..."

"You do have a habit of abrupt entrances." she remarked as he paused. "Please go on."

"Well, eventually he figures out that I am at the window, not at the door, and lets me in. But that's where things get awry. I say something to him, but I can't remember what. It unsettles him a little, but at first he's all nice and so. I figure he's still not over the death of his wife and so, try to convince him he should go on with his life, leave the past behind, smile a little... but he gets it all the wrong way. He actually goes nuts as part of the story. Very frustrating. Something that I say upsets him, make him completely loose it, even though I do mean well. But... I don't know what it is. I don't have a lot text... I think it may even be somewhat repetitive..."

"Are you sure you want to get back to that story?"

"I don't want to. But that's where we belong, isn't it? We're dreams, reflections of emotions, concepts, stereotypes... while it may not be pretty we all represent something that makes the world go round, and without that... there is little meaning left." He fluttered and added with a mumble: "I am sorry for the Old Man, though."

"You know, sometimes I wish we could just change our stories, though. That you be my prince and I was a raven damsel-in-distress. So we could fly out together."

"And the... your landlady?"

She grinned. "Alright, I think I'll continue my nap. Will you watch out for me?"

Quoth the raven: "Sure."

She went back to her bed and slumbered a lot more peaceful now.

And the Raven still is sitting, still is sitting on the window board.
Shall be leaving... some time soon.

Based on the "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe (the copyright is long lapsed, so I can post it here):

The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe:
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!


Shaman or Oracle are good choices for a character without arms since divine spells don't have somatic components.


Well, he is referred to as "prophet" in the original story, though I don't really make it part of my background. I first thought into the direction of rogue... Hmmmmm... May be interesting, though. I should build some kind of unintentional foresight into the story if I chose oracle, though.


I really like your idea Feuerrabe, interesting character to say the least.

You could make him an Animal Kith Tengu like character?


Mahorfeus, here. I think this is everything; stats are contained within the profile. Please let me know if I've gotten anything mixed up.

The Story: The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter
What is Lost: The return to the Moon.

Background:
On every lunar cycle, Kaguya would look to the full moon and find that her heart was burdened by a heavy sorrow. Tears would well up in her eyes involuntarily, and she would wrap herself in solitude, pushing away the ones she loved. And yet, she did not really know why. The days went by until on one such night, somewhere deep down, she felt that the appointed time had already arrived and went. The appointed time for what? she wondered. It was only then that she had realized that something was terribly wrong. And so with little choice in the matter, she departed from the Harrowed Realm. Recognizing her as a woman of great beauty and status, the people of Minkai welcomed her with open arms. It did not take long for an entirely new plethora of nobles to throw themselves at her feet, begging for her hand in marriage. They did not even realize who she was. Guiltily taking advantage of a few more zealous suitors, she managed to find passage to Varisia, drawn there by some odd sense of kinship. And indeed, when she finally stood in Caesure, she found herself surrounded by beings much of her persuasion. She found comfort in meeting others like herself, and with time, the sadness she felt every full moon began to wane. The sense that this was not meant to be however, lingered in her mind; and as she learned of the Harrowed Realm's destruction, the desire to undo this wrongness arose. When the time came, Kaguya volunteered to assist the efforts to restore the storykin's stories, joining the Ethere Court. With their aid, she learned that she held within her a power - a power connected to the moon itself. A power she understood, she was never meant to possess. Nonetheless, she swore to use it to help mend the world, so that she may find her reason for crying.

Personality:
Despite her eventual rise to nobility, Kaguya was raised by a humble bamboo cutter. As such, she treats everyone with equal respect and kindness. She can be rather demanding at times, especially now that she has a mission with a lot at stake. Though she has coped with her sorrow, the feeling of wrongness behind her doing so brings her a sadness of its own; she can be rather emotional at times.


Alright folks, this is Johnnycat again. Now that we've had a handful of other applicants and I've had some time to look at my own submission, I've come to the conclusion that I haven't matched everyone else's quality. So in light of that I'm redacting my previous application in favor of this one.

May I present: Macario the Mouse! He's a mouse, he's a wizard, and he's got a fuzzy moth as a familiar. He comes from one of Aesop's Fables; the Mouse and the Lion. All of his information is available in the alias (be sure to check it out since he also got a nice piece of art courtesy of an anonymous artist).

As always I welcome any feedback.


Argh, I'm getting bored. So is Doctor Smith. If it's okay with you, GM, I'm doing some recruitment roleplay.

Dawn was slowly spreading over the storykith town of Caesure, and its rose tendrils soon reached a small gazebo atop a grassy knoll.

The gazebo's pillars are carved with weeping angels almost springing out of the stone-an odd stylistic addition-and the top is painted a deep blue, corresponding to the strange box that sits inside of it.

The doors to the box creak open, and a snappily-dressed young man peers out with a mischievous grin on his face. He walks out into the town with a bold, confident smile, giving a small nod to other storykith as he passes by.


"Doctor Smith," squeaks a small voice "welcome back!"

Sitting atop a small box Macario turns from his task to greet the man as he walks by. "Anything interesting out there today?"

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Hey guys! It's really cool that you are excited about this thread, and roleplaying is awesome, but it does make the thread harder for me to navigate and figure out what needs my attention. I don't want to be a killjoy, but could you please hold off on the RP here? Sorry!

For those with questions remaining, I'll get to them sometime tomorrow. I'm finishing up a few huge projects, but will have thorough answers for everything and all PMs as well tomorrow morning.


Sorry about that.


Hey Slothsy, if you haven't read my PM yet that's super fine, I understand the demand of projects.

I just wanted to tell you I updated his descriptions in these areas, in case you've already read/skimmed the submission: (Don't bother reading this if you haven't read his profile yet- it's all in there.)

Personality: The second paragraph is the only thing that's changed, here is the excerpt-

However, there are long bouts in which Vehemence will possess the subjectivity of those he marks, and takes for himself their passion, and revels in their triumphs and defeats, for his own vanity and pleasure. This vain chaos also subsumes his actions when he partakes in the blood of those he blesses. He will send men to their doom, and take extreme joy in their suffering. Not because he is inherently a sadist, but because the doomed chosen was able to fight for what they believed in. However, he certainly does revel in their defeat, for he revels in each moment and aspect of conflict, for conflict is who he is. Within Vehemence is an intricate interplay of cruel impartial compassion and a certain transcendent lust for blood and war.

The Missing Ingredient: I made it more holistic and hard-hitting to his own person, I felt it was somewhat 2-dimensional before, even though before it still gave him a pretty fleshed out motive. The excerpt-

Vehemence is missing his crown; his kingship and the domain of power which it once held. He is missing his potency, and his very nature is being challenged. He is starting to 'fade', as it were, and while he still contains no mercy, passivity is beginning to creep into his being, strangling his fire slowly. Seemingly, his source is flickering.
Most of all however, Vehemence is missing those tender parts of existence which gives his own vehemence meaning, though he might not understand that himself.

Thanks so much for putting so much work into this submission process and reading 'all the things', I'm really excited about this campaign, even if I don't get in.


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I just wanted to post the current state of the art for the stats on my "The Raven" character.

http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1075128

To be consequent about a character that has actually the physical appearance of a raven is a bit painful. I've had to make some explicit and implicit changes to the "animal kith" race and would like know to which degree that is acceptable.

  • Cannot carry equipment other than in his claws
  • Limited ability to manipulate his environment, he has two claws (but needs to stand on at least one of them if he ain't flying) and a beak
  • Speed: 10 ft. Fly 40 ft. (average)
  • Size: Tiny
  • Natural attack: Bite (1d3+Str)

In his case the attack bonus for a bite attack is +6 (1 base + 2 size + 3 dex) and the damage 1d3.

I followed the suggestion to create an oracle. The line "`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! (...)'" was just to irresistible. The curse is a pretty obvious one: It has to be a curse of tongues. Not only did he forget the word he said, usually there is only that one word he can say in the first place, no matter what he wants to say. In rule terms, he can only speak Auran under distress.

Is the language implied in "tongues" automatically known? Since I invested two points in linguistics it doesn't matter that much, but I certainly wouldn't mind an extra language.

The mystery is one of Time from Ultimate Magic. Fits him best, though I considered using the Seer template with it or alternatively use the Heavens or Wind mystery.


Would you be Small or Tiny?

I really like your character idea


Well, the PRD lists ravens as tiny. http://paizo.com/pathfinderRPG/prd/monsters/familiar.html#raven

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Common_raven wrote:
at maturity, the common raven averages 63 centimetres (25 inches) in length and 1.2 kilograms (2.6 pounds) in mass.

However, the tail feathers contribute greatly to their length.

For comparison, the average yield of the random method to generate height and weight for a halfling woman, the smallest core player race & gender, is 2' 11" and the weight 30 lbs.


It would certainly make for very intricate tactical options, especially alongside Macario. For infiltration at least.

If Vehemence used his Inspired Rage ability on them, I don't think it would help either of them out very much lol, minimal damage and no casting, but then it only affects those chosen.

There are a lot of very interesting potential party compositions to be had with these submissions thus far.


I'd make the case that a raven could still have equipment, at least to some degree. You do still have item slots after all.

You'll probably want to look into purchasing a minor bag of holding and some low-level scrolls that can help you manipulate the environment (unseen servant, mage hand, etc.). I think there might also be a trait somewhere that will let you add some of those spells to your initial spell list.


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I have an idea for a story kin, but I think the Animal kith traits fit him better than Concept Kith traits which I think he would be. The idea is DEATH. Dark Robe, Scythe, Boney. Dour Personality. The STR and CON, Darkvision, Natural Armor just seem to fit Death better. My idea was a barbarian or fighter wielding a scythe. I think of him as Death from Discworld rather than one of the many story's of death throughout the world. He is missing his dark robe (wears bright flashy clothes), his dour personality (very cheerful and positive) and his purpose (he works on a wheat farm). Though he does tend to show up right before anyone dies in town. He'd be bald, have ivory white skin and the area around his nose eyes and mouth would be black, making his face look like a skull.

How does that sound?


Does anyone know if this game is dead or just going through a dry spell?


Recruitment doesn't end until Jan. 15th, so I'm guessing just a dry spell.


'Tis the season, after all. Hat is still in the ring.

Liberty's Edge

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First of all, sorry for being quiet for so long. I definitely chose a bad time of the year (for me) to post the recruitment thread. I wanted to give people plenty of time to respond, and didn't budget enough time for me to answer questions! Sorry for being gone so long! I'll be around more regularly from here on.

Also, I think I got all the unanswered questions, but I may have missed some. Post again if I missed yours, sorry!

First of all, I am working on responding to PMs tonight and tomorrow. If you don't hear back from me by tomorrow at 8 PM EST, shoot me a reminder.

Also, for those interested in what I'm looking for, Pandora's submission has pretty much hit it out of the park. I love the way that character has incorporated herloss, as well as the way she uses mechanics to support her character concept.

While I am allowing alternate racial traits at my discretion to make a character concept work, I'm going to not allow any sort of favored class bonus outside of the normal hit point/skill point option.

@ Feuerrabe - The language from the tongues curse is added as a language known by your character. Curses do come with benefits, after all :) Also, considering the nature of storykin, it's reasonable for your character to be small-sized, if you wish. As of right now, your character looks okay to me, but if chosen, I'll likely give it a more in-depth examination.

@ Seth - I think that missing the rival would be more interesting, as the love interest normally plays a more minor role in the tales. Of course, you're more than welcome to make your own decision :)


I'm glad you approve. Were there any suggestions for improvement? I don't have access to any of the source material (assuming there's any), so I was working very much in the blind, just off of the setting you described.


Jairdan Wynne Is framed, with the remainder to be filled out when necessary.


Ill go with rival or the fact he has no company from which to work from

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That makes sense!


Dot!


Oh hai, Jaime. It's Roj!


Hey Roj! :-)

Liberty's Edge

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As it comes closer to deadline for submissions, I wanted to go over some of my expectations and philosophy behind this game. This isn't, of course, set in stone, but I want you to know where I am coming from in regards to playstyle.

1. Death and Failure - In Harrowed Ruins, characters are nearly immortal. They may die, but they will reform as storykin again. However, in doing so, characters will lose gear (after all, your newly-found Boots of the Cat probably aren't from your original story), reform in inconvenient places, or suffer other consequences. However, because of the undying nature of storykin, resurrection, true resurrection and other such magic won't function after the Raise Dead window ends. At that point, storykin bodies dissolve into flakes of wax. Storykin can be made in undead if the body is still intact.

In some cases, death can be permanent. This will happen only if the player and the GM agree upon it, and should be important in the story. These permanent deaths will be somewhat rare.

Despite the fact that death is temporary, there will be "failure" points; the escaping spy ring leader isn't going to wait around for you to interrogate him, after all. However, much like in life, a failure is likely only a set back, though it's probably a fairly significant one.

2. GM Style - I prefer a narrative-based game, where the story is the focus. While I have an idea of the beginning, middle and end of the first part of this campaign, it is not set in stone and is not fully-fleshed. Player choices will matter and will determine the course of the campaign. Please be willing to contribute meaningfully to campaign, to interact with the world and to truly get into character.

3. Interparty Conflict - The party is in general expected to at least try to work together. Interparty conflict is generally discouraged after a decision has been made. Major conflicts should be rare and resolved in a reasonable manner and time.

4. Rules Philosophy - In general, the Pathfinder rule set is going to function as-is. I want players, however, to be able to do what they want to do within the rules, and am always happy to determine the appropriate mechanics for a particular action if there's no clear rule for it. Player creativity is highly encouraged.

In addition, if players think I ruled incorrectly, they're welcome to bring it up in the discussion thread. I'm not infallible, and pbps are nice in that there's a concrete record of what happened, so we can unwind if things are completely borked at any point.


Happy happy new year to all from here out of South-Africa! May you have a blessed and joyful 2015!


What a great idea for a campaign. I'll craft a character for your consideration.

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