Your aching bones awaken you... or was it the nightmare you were having. What time is it? What day is it? Maybe if you had a window, you would know. Your eyes adjust to the torchlight coming from the sconce in the wall, as you survey your surroundings. Yeah, you're still in the same place. The hay on the floor that serves as your bed, the bucket in the corner for your biological needs. All is in the same place where you remember. You try to stand but your bones creak from the pain, courtesy of the daily beatings, and you fall to the floor, your leg jerking from the manacle attached to it. You stay on the floor for a few seconds, praying for death, but it does not come. You sit up, your lips chapped and dry, your body covered by only a loincloth, caked in dirt and grime. No, whatever nightmare you just had, it certainly couldn't compare to the hell you've faced here for the past five years. Suddenly, movement from multiple figures coming from outside the door. "Move back degenerate! Door opening!" The reinforced wooden door opens and you see your normal jailer, the one responsible for the beatings, always out of your reach. This time something is different, he's not alone. He's accompanied by two men in robes. The jailer smiles at you, showing you the gap in his front teeth. "Relax, it's your lucky day!" Both men start casting magic and seconds later, sand falls on you, closing your eyes little by little. The last thing you hear before you doze off is the jailer's laughing voice, "Luck! You're gonna need it!" Ahhh.....more dreaming! For the elves, if applicable...You see a barrage of colorful lights knocking you unconscious. You awaken again, but this time not from pain. Your memory of the past few days is hazy. You remember the spell then waking and being bound and stuffed on a wagon with guards and then more magical sleep. This kept on for days, as you heard the rolling wagon on the road. This time, however, as you awaken, there is no wagon. You are lying on a bench, covered by the same loincloth. Your bruises and wounds have been completely mended, though you feel a burning pain on your neck. However, as you look forward, there are still iron bars and you are still in a cell. You walk up to them and see numerous other cells arranged in a circle. You hear other prisoners awaking in their cells too. What the hell is going on?
Welcome all to my homebrew campaign, inspired by numerous movies and literature, including Hunger Games, Age of Worms, Challenge of Champions, Escape from New York, Way of the Wicked, and some Japanimation flick that I saw years ago whose name I can't remember. Whatever you may think of it, the beginning will be definitely be different than any other PbP you may have applied for/played. And no, this is not my version of Way of the Wicked.
If you follow the instructions for the submission of the application, depending on the number of applicants, the acceptance rate of this PbP will be high, as I plan to accept between 10-20 applicants.
Throughout the course of the tournament that follows, all but five of you will die, either at the hands of the challenges you will face or ultimately, at the hands of your fellow players. Hence, only the fittest will survive. And I feel less guiltier rejecting players, as your survival is in your hands.
Set in Golarion, your character has been in prison for the past five years with no contact with the outside world, serving a life sentence, whether justly or wrongfully convicted. You have been brought to this tournament to undergo a series of challenges, which you must survive in order to prove your mettle and be recruited for a dangerous mission.
No arcane casters/alchemists/gunslingers will be picked for this PbP and you will eventually learn why in the course of the game. That leaves the following classes available: antipaladin (yes, that's right!), barbarian, cavalier, cleric, druid, fighter, inquisitor, monk, ninja, oracle, ranger, rogue, and samurai. All alignments allowed except no LG and no CE (no rapists/child molesters, etc.). If you are good aligned, I will assume you were wrongfully convicted. Antipaladins are Lawful Evil not CE. 1st level, max hps, 15 point buy, 2 traits. No equipment to start. Your application must consist of a character sheet (or link to it), alias, and background (what crime did you commit and why are you in prison) and personality and physical description, as well as a pick for a weapon 10 gp or under (monks do not get to pick). It pays to be creative as the top three creative backgrounds will receive bonus equipment at the start. Core races allowed but open to other races on case by case basis This is kill or be killed so you cannot have a problem putting another player down, if it comes to that. Survival is the number one goal.
1. All the challenges in the tournament will force you to use your brains as well as your brawn, stats, skills, and the die roller. And this game will reward creativity, guts, and passion.
2. This game is gritty and there is no denying all but five of you will die, so be prepared for that possibility.
3. Frequent posters will be rewarded as their characters will move ahead through the tournament faster (may die faster also) so if you're a slow poster, know that I will not NPC your character and you will be left behind.
4. Though you may think the start is like WWF/WWE battle royale, I am looking for good role players also, not just meat shields. There is a story and campaign after the tournament after all.
Really last comments!
I run a few games on these boards so do not doubt the deadliness of my games, but the majority of the players in them also have lots of fun. I am really excited to see who survives and how this concept works. I know I'm asking a lot: to spend time on a concept and a character sheet for a character you may grow to like only to have him die shortly thereafter. But imagine how much you will love him/her if you survive! High risk, high reward! This will also be my first non-Pathfinder/Dungeon AP game, so there's the element of the unknown for players where this game will go.
Any questions, let me know and let the dying begin. Hope there's some interest in this.
|Madam Zabeth Skoata|
I'd like to join ... I've been working on a few ideas.
Question 1) would Equipment Trick(heavy blade scabbard) from Armory be OK?
if not skip question 2
Question 2) The cheapest heavy blade I can find is double chicken saber for 12g. Could I get a single chicken for 10? (tip broken so it loses disarm property)
I would like to join with this character, i assumed that core, apg, um and uc would be available since you did not mention anything special.
Full character sheet and background are in the spoilers, this is my first PbP application but i can easily commit to 1 post a day.
Let me know what you think and if anything needs changing, like i said not sure on the archtypes as you didn't metion any specific books.
This seems like a good game to apply to with Emilian, here. He's quiet and shy off the battlefield (until he's been loosened up with a few drinks and good laughs), but a consumate performer on. He's a good fellow (NG mostly) but is guilty of the murder he was convicted for. There's a lot Emilian can take with a care-free smile, but betrayal isn't one of them.
Looks like emilian and myself are both going for the imp shield bash approach, i wonder how well we will stand up the prospect of PvP though.
I should ask: Lucendar, are you okay with or planning on using the Performance Combat rules? Eventually, Emilisn would take the feat that lets him treat any combat as a performance combat, but in the beginning, if this is some sort of tournament, he would actually be able to take advantage of them from the outset.
|Kor - Orc Scrollkeeper|
|Kor - Orc Scrollkeeper|
Bug, you forgot 2 traits and that stealth score is sick!
*Edit: Stealth: +5dex+4size+4racial+1rank (stealth is not a class skill for fighters)= +14 (yet Herolab calculates as +17...odd!)
It appears to be giving it a +3 for being a class skill. Hrmm... and I was waffling on a ranger build...
Welcome Kazmuk! Getting a nice variety of classes and races!
Darklight - elf cleric: concept stage only
Salu - CG human fighter (obsidian scimitar)
Menas - CN human barbarian (heavy wooden shield)
Emilian - LN human fighter (heavy wooden shield)
Othrik - NE Half-orc ranger (cestus)
Kwin - NE halfling rogue (small dagger)
Bug - NE goblin fighter (small dogslicer)
Kazmuk - NE dwarf druid (battleaxe)
|Morgthar the Ravenous|
Voice of laugher and maniacal giggling was echoing in the cell and rebound to nearby ones. Had the one in that cell already become mad or was he like from beginning...
Varos was kidnapped in a young age by slavers and sold to Zon-Kuthon clerics. These priest did not sacrifice him but rather taught him the art of torture, preaching to him the glory of darkness and death, filling his head and dreams with pleasure from agony and screams of the victims.
at age of 19 he had already took lives of many victims, celebrating his God on the defiled bodies of dead victims, mutilated beyond recognizing after hours of slashing and piercing, cutting and crushing. Ah, so sweet was the screams, the sorrow on their face, the agony of women when he lusted after them while using his skills to pierce their arms and hands.
However, during one faithful nights, the paladins of Iomedae were able to surprise him and take him as a prisoner, while he was too focused of torturing a family in a nearby abandoned temple, defiled to Zon-Kuthon cause.
Instead of executed immediately on that place, he was send to some prison... and he cackled on his cell as he waited for the darkness to fall. The true horrors lies there were no human can see and he was the one with it, the unholy servant of god of Darkness, The Dark one, who controlled the night. Soon he would get out and oh, that sweet melody of voice, aah, which would fill the air with its beautiful sound... the screams of innocent, good-natured, evil... no one was save from him.
The voice drops in volume and soon fades away but a eerie, dark song replaces the crazy and maniacal gaggling but this time it sounds worser and promising death...
...The Dark one, hear my voice as I sing,
the lullaby of night is my favorite thing,
the fall of darkness, when Moon wont shine...
is the time, when I will DINE...
The sorrow of innocents is unheard of here,
since souls of them will travel there,
where light wont shine and horrors sleep,
to the darkness of deep... the endless SEA...
The time is coming and soon it will hit,
when they will fall to my pit,
the clock soon will turn to midnight,
because that is the time of darkness MIGHT...
Morgthar, sounds good to me :) as soon as Varos hears about another follower of Zon-Kuthon, he would be pleased to join forces with him.
Staggering from his place amongst the rags on his cell floor Menas shouts, "THESE KUTHITE'S WOULD BE PLEASANT COMPANY IF THEY WOULD JUST BE SILENT!" Gaining his feet and grabbing hold of his cell bars he continues "The night is for sleep, love... and revenge. Since at the moment the only option we have is sleep I would much rather spend my time on that than listening to your prattle. Now I see two options in our futures, either I come over there and tear out your tongue so we can all sleep peacefully or you let me focus my anger on the Jailer and hope i gloss over you in the bloodbath. Choose!"
As the final clamour of his outburst and the sound of his bars shaking subside he drops back to the floor into the oblivion of sleep once more.
Alliances sound like a good plan, if anyone wants to get out of this alive i suggest a quiet conversation through the cell bars.
Well, if we are considering alliances, I think Bug Kills-Many-Toads and Kwin would be a natural match up. Leaving aside the obvious two small and two stealthy characters, but Kwin is the only one I've seen so far take Goblin as a language, and Bug looks like he only speaks Goblin. :) But I think we will have to see what obstacles are between each other; many may not even make it to the battleground from what I inferred from the DM's descriptions.