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@GM
Any feedback on my idea for a PE skeleton paladin?


Wealth: 2d6 ⇒ (3, 5) = 8 80 gold

I'll be submitting Bærwynnd, a Foresight Wizard who has recently taken on a gnome apprentice named Pfflÿs.


Ulrich Rovanky and others nearby:

What! No no no, Mr. Biggs ALWAYS provides fireworks. Mr. Biggs likes to share Mr. Biggs inventions with others. But Mr. Biggs not work as performer. Why so many people use strange language?! Mr. Biggs learn common to speak to people better. How people feel if MR. Biggs start speaking in gobo!?

As if to prove a point, he turns to Don Veiga, and speaks in Draconic.
No respect for people huh.

He things a moment. Then goblin.
Except you, introduced yourself in the goblin tongue. I am pleased to make your acquaintance.


Mr Biggs:
"These fireworks of yours, are they safe?" Inarus shifted uncomfortably as he asked. He still didn't know what fireworks were, and was too embarrassed to ask. But he knew that goblins loved fire, and explosions. And this 'invention' had "fire" right in the name. He worried that in the next day or two he'd be answering hard questions such as "Where were you when the goblin burnt down the town?", "Why didn't you warn anyone?" and "Hey, why are you running away?" All this rushed through his mind as he warily waited for the goblin's response.


Draconic @ Biggs:

"Indeed. They tend to talk over people. I am most apologetic for not being able to speak your native tongue. My knowledge of different languages is quite limited"

the iron clad warrior bows slightly. One can see why. His armor seems to shift forward and looks like it may just fall off his frail body structure if he bowed too low

Sovereign Court

Seth86 wrote:

@GM

Any feedback on my idea for a PE skeleton paladin?

Don't see anything wrong with it.

You all are making me wanna make a character just to RP with you ^-^


Mizzuh:

"The cathedral is also one of the reasons that brought me here, but it is not the only one. I have a special admiration for the dramatic arts, as it is thanks to them that I was guided towards the path of beauty.

I have had little luck in finding a company willing to take me on and teach me however. Sandpoint boasts one of the continent's largest stages, and I'm hoping I get a chance at it here."

Mr. Biggs:

Surprised at hearing a goblin addressing the group, she greets him in the best goblin she can manage:
"Greetings Mr. Biggs. My name is Varshala, and I thank you for your efforts in learning our language. I shall see if I can convince our companions to join us all in conversation."

Celestial:

The half-orc approaches the group of Aasimars and addresses them in Celestial:
"While yours is a beautiful dialect, would you consider sharing your stories with us in the Common language?"

Noticing the painting Abrotriss is working on, she can't help but praise his work in progress:
"You seem to have been blessed with an amazing talent! I can't wait to see how it turns out."


btw, I assume since oyu haven't vetoed it, the goblin alchemist is ok?

Sovereign Court

thelizardwizard wrote:
btw, I assume since oyu haven't vetoed it, the goblin alchemist is ok?

Yes, just remember the town is under threat of goblin attack, and if your familiar with the plot in any way...


not really, I know the first encounter is goblins or so I hear, and I have something quite hilarious planned for it if I get in. After that not much except "save the land" sorta deal. Luckily for Biggs, he has papers from the temples of Sarenrea that he is A-OK.


Mr. Biggs and Group:

Mr. Biggs I understand being miss judged.

Clearly uncomfortable with his mistake. I guess I would not like to be thought to only speak orcish.

Mr.Biggs I did not realize you spoke common. No offense intended, I happen to speak goblin so did not think. I have seen the fireworks what other inventions do you travel with? I have seen nothing like what you have shown so far.


urlich n others:

No, he was thanking you for speaking his language. In a way.

Safe? Of course its safe! Does this look dangerous to you?!
He pulls out a sphere shaped vial, shakes it, and then proceeds to eat it. After a few moments, a small boom is heard and he burps out black smoke.

Of course its safe! Goblin Gaurentee! Foolproof! Would MR. Biggs lie to you?

he takes out another popper, lights it, then goes to throw it but drops it at his feet. It pops loudly and causes him to jump.
See? Safe! Not hurt at all!


Biggs:

"That looked quite entertaining. I wish to try the same, if i may?" he holds out his armoured hand to the goblin


Celestial:
Abrotriss still doesn't notice, even when Nightspear lands on his head and casts a spell on him, the drawing continuing to take shape. He glances up again, before doing a double take and glancing around. Abrotriss sighs when he can't find Rixa, and befins to close the book. And he can't see the beautiful blue-woman with a sparrow behind him because 30 Stealth. You should really get a penalty to Stealth for that hair, it would stand out like a sore thumb ;). Thanks for the guidance, now it's actually a masterpiece! Also, sorry about him going oblivious like that, I figure a guy raised almost exclusively by a wizard would be pretty singleminded.


Lubella Heathertoes wrote:
Many people use Hero Lab to build characters and post the resulting statblock, but you don't have to. Have a look at the submissions in this thread for guidance (for example, click on "Lubella Heathertoes" at the top left of this post).

I have a Mythweavers sheet. Would it be acceptable to use that?

EDIT: Should probably go ahead and post it to reduce the number of comments needed:
Dr. Rowan Strayts


It doesn't really matter how you have it, you just need to post the stats in some way, though to be honest, most GM's care more about backstory than crunch.


@Abrotriss Contrar
Yeah, I probably should have realized that. New to PbP, mostly play in Roll20

Dr. Rowan Strayts

Background:
Rowan is a simple man with simple ambitions: To cure the various ailments of the humanoid body. The patient's comfort isn't always necessary to achieve this goal, so many would say his bedside manner is lacking. One can hardly blame him for the numbness of emotion if they knew the source.

From birth until he was about 18 years old, he was a slave. Toiling in the mines ruled by some overlord whom he never met and his undead horde, he was discovered to have a proclivity for the curing arts in his teens. Tasked as the slaves' doctor, he practiced his art for years, biding his time until he could escape, which he eventually did during the confusion of a mine collapse.

He ran, never looking back, ending up as far from there as he possibly could be: Sandpoint. For the past few years, he's been refining his trade, as it's the only skill he both knows and enjoys.

Appearance:
Rowan is a Male Human, tall and lanky. He stands at 6'2" and weighs 170 lbs. He has black, greasy hair and hazel eyes. Though, many never notice these features, as he is always covered head to toe in clothing. He wears dark clothes, a wide brimmed hat, and a cloak, but what really stands out is the white, bird-like mask affixed to his face. It is a plague doctor's mask, usually an indicator of sickness and death. Other than clothing, he carries bandoleers filled with various phials and bottles of liquids unknown to many not versed in his craft. At his side is a simple club and a dagger is attached to his opposite leg.


Yup, that works


Latest version: (7.2.1.0)

Submissions:

Celestial:

Abrotriss:
Seeing the befuddled Arcanist look around for her made Rixa laugh, and Abrotriss' response (whatever that may be), made her laugh even more.

She really should get a penalty to stealth, but I guess not. Also, she has no training in stealth whatsoever, and I forgot to add in a guidance. (I really need to remember to add that +1 to almost everything. Man, Emissary familiars are awesome.

I mean, it makes sense for a wizard to be single-minded. What do you think a concentration check is? :)
One of my more recent PBP applications was a stuttering bookworm who always spoke really quiet and was oblivious to everything around him.

Varshala:
Rixa looks at you, confused, for a moment. "What do you mean? Aren't we speaking in Common?"
Rixa's new to this whole "Aasimar" thing, so she doesn't always realize what language she's speaking.

The blue-haired girl focuses for a second, and speaks again, now in an understandable language, her voice still musical, "Is this better?"


2d6 + 6 ⇒ (2, 6) + 6 = 14
2d6 + 6 ⇒ (6, 6) + 6 = 18
2d6 + 6 ⇒ (2, 6) + 6 = 14
2d6 + 6 ⇒ (5, 5) + 6 = 16
2d6 + 6 ⇒ (3, 3) + 6 = 12
2d6 + 6 ⇒ (5, 6) + 6 = 17


In preparation for the festival, Rowan has taken up a seat a fair distance away where he can see most of the square. He's brought the gear necessary to tend to most injuries one can incur from such an event, including lots and lots of burn ointment and gauze. He is currently mumbling to himself and going over his gear, making sure that he'll have all he needs to act as first aid for the event.


Aasimar Conversation:
Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 3 Giving him a chance to bomb his check to notice her laughing. Abrotriss continues to glance around for a few moments, and then spins around as he finally registers. An odd expression comes over his face, and he hastily returns to his drawing, seemingly uncaring of the world around him. I feel like I'm laying it on too thick, but at the same time I feel like I'm not.


I swear I remember Kobolds being little dog-like things. Is that from an earlier iteration of D&D or am I just completely bonkers? Regardless, the datapoint has been overwritten in my head now.

Looking at the picture on the wikipedia page, I believe that is the first picture I ever saw of a kobold. The snout is dog-like and I guess as a child I never focused on the scales...

Aasimar Conversation:
Switching back to Common, and addressing Varshala...
My apologies, my lady, I was not attempting to exclude anyone. Allow me to introduce myself.
I am Jawhar Dhakir, a Qadiran in service to Sarenrae. I see that you are a servant of Shelyn.
Have you also come to view the new cathedral?


You are correct, very very early renditions of Kobolds were furry little humanoids. I personally prefer the new ones, one of my favorite races.


Here's Drakroo, the Kobold Rogue!


Deciding he doesn't want to miss out on the fun, Ruaidhrigh says "Those are neat tricks Mr. Biggs, but I've got some too. Watch this." he makes some dramatic hand movement and speaks some nonsense in Gnome, then uses the most basic of his fire talents* to cause a brief flash of light before Mr. Biggs' eyes.

*Basic Pyrokinesis, replicating Flare.


Group:
"Varshala, I get judge on heritage. Is no good." she says with a frown.

Turning towards the goblin's commotion, she giggles. "Oooo More! More!" Clapping as the gnome joins in.

Turning back to Varshala, she adds "Temple to be pretty. Me look ferward to seeing. You show us talents? Mehbe perform now?" Looking at the half-orc with anticipation, she awaits a response.


Aasimars:

Hey, we're in a fantasy land with everything in ridiculous proportions. Why not obliviousness, too? That being said, I would have laughed IRL if you had rolled another 1.

Rixa laughs, again, and this time, Nightspear joins in, twittering rapidly as he jumps up and down on Rixa's shoulder. "So, where exactly did you learn to draw? You're very...." She trails away as she realizes he still isn't listening. She waves her hand in front of his face, then shakes her head and goes to join the larger group a little way away.


Group:

Rixa walks up just as Ruaidhrigh shows off his fiery flash.

"Oh? Is this a competition? Let me join!" she says, excitedly. "FIRE!" she shouts in a language you don't know, but instinctively know its meaning, somehow, and a jet of flame ten feet high bursts from her hand as she thrusts it upward into the air.

Because Words of Power gives you a CL 1 burning hands as a cantrip. Plus, Rixa likes to show off sometimes.


Group:

"Milady," Lubella says, bowing to Mizzug, "If you permit me, I can sing you a song of the desert from my homeland." The halfling woman sings a haunting melody in Kelish.

Taking 10, Perform (sing): 10+8 = 18


Group:

Very impressed by the song.

Whispers Every day my decision to leave home is further confirmed.

Looks up at Mizzug to gauge her reaction.


Group:
Clearly excited by the happenings of the group, she jumps at Rixa's burst of fire. The ground shaking violently as she lands. She applauds the melody of Lubella's song, trying to keep in time with the beat.

"Nuttin could ruin dis!" she exclaims. Looking among those gathered, she inquires "Any udders wit tallent?"

Tentatively, she reaches into her pack and produces a crude looking lute. "I no artist, but I try."

Perform: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13


When the blue-haired lady fires off a burst of fire, Ruaidhrigh begins to grin. It starts small and mischievous, but over the course of several seconds grows larger and larger, until it spans his face and seems poised to swallow up his ears as well. "Well,", the flame-haired gnome says, "I didn't want to scare the townsfolks, but if it's a competition..." Impossibly, his smile seems to grow even wider, as he cracks his knuckles. He then begins to make strange motions with his hands, and fire appears from the very air all around, streaking towards his hands with a roar. After a few seconds, he launches a flickering gout of flame fully thirty feet, incinerating a passing crow, which plops to the ground a few feet in front of Rixa, still on fire. Turning to her with a triumphant gleam in his eye, he says "Your turn."


Rowan, like most of the people in the square at this point, sees this happening. He makes sure to have burn remedies on the top of his bag. Once ready, he decides to watch them to pass the time.


Group:

Varshala smiles approvingly at everyone's performance.

Accompanied by Mizzug's melody, she recites one of her poems, a story about the "impossible" love between an Aasimar and a Tiefling, as they strove for acceptance.

Taking 10, Perform(oratory): 10 + 6 = 16


Group:
Well, in a full-out blasting competition, you would win. The only damage-dealing spell I have is a cantrip. But she really can put on a show. So, if we say that this is the day before the campaign would start, and thus nothing here counts for resource drain...

"Oh. That poor crow. What did he do to you?" Rixa sighs, and the sparrow on her shoulder is twittering angrily, "Let's see if I can do something a little less... Harmful, perhaps? After all, it would be bad luck to accidentally light a Swallowtail on fire the day before the Cathedral's consecration, now wouldn't it?"

Rixa closes her eyes in focus, and she starts to glow. After a few seconds, small tongues of fire start to appear around her, and they slowly start drifting around the blue-haired girl. Within a few seconds, the fire begins to coalesce into a burning halo above Rixa's head. She starts chanting, though it's impossible to make out what she's saying, and the sound of a roaring fire picks up around her. Small pebbles lift off of the ground and begin slowly circling her. She breathes in and out, and a breathes a column of fire 60 feet into the air. Then the pebbles drop, the halo fades away, and the sound vanishes.

Rixa opens her eyes, "Well, that was fun. Can you do anything else?" she says in her usual, singsong voice.


Group:

Well now it might be a good time to pull things back a bit. The whole reason for the new catherdrial is a fireworks accident last year I belive.

We must be good guests and not cause alarm.

Taking a deep breath. Plus, I have nothing so impressive to offer.


Group:

"Oh, right. fair enough. I thought it was five years ago, though? Or was there another fire last year?" Rixa asks, looking suitably chastened, but she smiles at Ulrich's last comment.


Group:

"This one is a traditional Halfling drinking song," says Lubella with a twinkle in her eye. She sings in Common this time:

"There's an inn of old renown
Where they brew a beer so brown
Moon came rolling down the hill
One Hevensday night to drink his fill.

On a three-stringed fiddle there
Played the Ostler's cat so fair
The hornéd Cow that night was seen
To dance a jig upon the green.

Called by the fiddle to the
Middle of the muddle where the
Cow with a caper sent the
Small dog squealing.
Moon in a fuddle went to
Huddle by the griddle but he
Slipped in a puddle and the
World went reeling.

Downsides went up- hey!
Outsides went wide.
As the fiddle
Played a twiddle
And the Moon slept till Sterrenday.
Upsides went west- hey!
Broadsides went boom.
With a twiddle on the fiddle
In the middle by the griddle
And the Moon slept till Sterrenday."

Lyrics by A.R. Rahman - from the Lord of the Rings Musical
This is just the first part of it - for the whole song search for "Cat and Moon" on Youtube


Ruaidhrigh nods appreciatively at the blue-haired woman's trick, then shrugs when the green man speaks up. "Fine with me. Let's find some food!"

I mean, he's a gnome. He loves fire, but was getting bored already. FOOD! :)


Sorry you are right five years. Sent that from my tablet while on the move.

Group:

An excellent song. You are quite the musician. Your songs make me, somehow, fell more competent even.

I spoke in haste before. The fire was years ago but still no need to alarm my uncle, er, the locals.


This one, Imoya, is unmodified to fit yet, but mechanically what I would choose to submit...assuming recruitment is still up and going. Ifrit Crossblooded Red Dragon/Primal Fire Elemental Sorcerer

Imoya stands aimlessly in the middle of the street, listening to what seemed to be an impromptu musical display. The flash of fire had caught his attention while he was wandering. Once the music had stopped he smirked to himself then shifted on, shaking his head as if suggesting he was mistaken in seeing random bouts of flame. He headed toward the Amieko's Inn.


Group:
Lubella turns to Ruaidhrigh and remarks, "I hear there's going to be free food at the Festival. I hope there's wine as well."


No problem. It gave me a chance to make an in-character joke. I'll never break the fourth wall, but it is fun to lean against it. (That is saying things that make perfect sense in context, but are even funnier outside of it)

Group:

Turning to Ulrich, she starts to ask, "Oh! Is your un-" before realizing that the half-orc cut himself off, signifying that he might not want his relatives to be common knowledge, "Do you know anybody in town? Or where we might find food? It seems to be a suddenly popular subject."


Ulrich:
Ulrich said wrote:
An excellent song. You are quite the musician. Your songs make me, somehow, fell more competent even

Bluff, Bluff, Bluff, Bluff the Stupid Ogre!


Group:
Abrotriss wanders over to the group, standing next to Rixa, and generally looking scared by the large number of people. That is, until he notices how interesting they all are. The bronze-skinned man taps Rixa on the shoulder. "Sorry about that," he whispers to her sheepishly. "I can be a little single minded. Do you want to see it?" Screw the rules on the amount of time it takes, I'm sitting sitting this out on their account ;)


Once at the Rusty Dragon Inn, Imoya makes himself at home, nodding to Amieko and her Halfling waitress. Taking a seat toward a window on the street side, the Ifrit orders a simple plate of dried meats and berries with a modest house ale. He periodically looks out the window, admiring the growing masses.


Group:

Addressing Rixa's question

Don't worry, I am not hidinig that I have a relative in town but I am in no hurry to see him. At best it will be a difficult conversation.

To everyone

I could use a nice meal I did not have to kill myself. I have heard stories of how this town celebrates, it should be most fun.


Seeing as the fire show has calmed down, boredom sets in. Rowan takes a journal out of his bag and continues the drawing he was working on before to pass the time, keeping an ear out for any ruckus.


Finding himself suddenly alone, Jawhar looks around and notices an Ifrit walk by and enter the Inn.

Finally, a race that I recognize. This town is exceedingly strange, a dose of familiar is in order

He enters the inn and approaches the Ifrit.

Imoya:
Greetings, sir. Would you mind if I take this seat next to you?

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