Anyone still around? It seems to just be me and voice talking for the last day or so
Haven't had any info to go on yet.
I'm here, but do not want to interrupt your progress. I am checking every two hours or so. I dont think sweet can add anything to the conversation right now. I will though.
I am hanging by as well. You are making progress so far. Keep at it.
All-Like Natalia, I really love this campaign and the characters! I am in 6 pbp games and this one is by far my favorite. I'm commited to do whatever it takes to make this work ;)
Indeed, we just need to get to level 20 and rule the underworld of all of Golarion
Umm...
Why settle for just all of Golarion??....
:)
I like the idea of this ;)
Sorry, all of Golarion and all the planes of existence. but we would need to be immortal at that point
neat, although in lore of Golarion, don't we just need to get to the Starstone in Absalom?
I realize its way more difficult then that as there's a chasm and a maze with crazy monsters and such that guard it
I'm looking forward to RPing with Rupert and Ky as well.
If Voice chooses Iovanna, then we will have 4 female characters and two male. Don't have an issue with that, in fact we should use a sex change spell on Ragar and Rupert and have an all female mob
Ummmmmm...no. Even though I doubt that Ragar would have a chance with any of ya, at least he can dream, eh?
While it doesn't exactly move the story along, it should hold me over until I can post again. I doubt I'll be able to post tomorrow, but I'll probably be back the day after with something. Since you've given me the freedom to do so, I hope you'll allow me to share a little bit in the world-building part of this glorious cooperative story we're all writing.
The door opens yet again, and a short Tian man dressed in something that you guess is normal in his homeland enters the room. A quick glance around seems not to reveal whomever he might be looking to find, and then he approaches the barkeep. "Do you have a thinner ale? I would not wish to create too much of a head-start on those whom I should be meeting."
The barkeep shrugs. "Sure. Right here. 'those whom you should be meeting' have already made an appearance. You're covered. Sure you don't want anything stronger instead?"
The human looks impassively at the barkeep for just a second too long for comfort. "No. Not yet, thank you. Perhaps something hot to eat, though? I'll sit over there." He uses his elbow to point at a table with two empty seats.
As he approaches the table, he addresses those already sitting at it. "My apologies, but the bar seems very crowded, and I am afraid that I am forced to share space. I hope that this does not displease you too much." As the words suggest, he doesn't hesitate to sit before finishing the formal apology for interrupting their space.
Welcome Kun!
Heh. I saw the posts in the recruiting thread instructing people to head to the bar. I saw that this thread broke down into chatter, but I didn't try to find the point where that happened.
So, once I had the character up for evaluation, I headed to this thread to "get involved" and show my style, my impression of the character a little more.
Shortly afterwards, I looked around more and realized that this thread was in chatter mode because you were running already. I felt kinda foolish at that point . . ..
I have no idea which team I would be part of, or IF I'll be part of either. Phi is being offered up as a front-line combatant that Voice says needs to be added.
You guys will probably know as much about what's going on in that regard as I will, or at least as soon.
Sweet, leaned over whispering in Ragar's ear, looks up at the Tian man as he introduces himself and sits at their table. Her blond hair and ice blue eyes are in stark contrast to her outfit comprised of an onyx colored agile breastplate, black leather pants, and black leather knee high boots. With her hand still resting on the Half Orc's shoulder, she addresses the monk:
By all means, please have a seat. We were hoping for company. You detect a tad of sarcasm in her voice.
She looks at Ragar. Weren't we big fella?
"Giving of yourself usually does not have this much meaning. That is unfortunate." He uses his elbow to indicate the half-orc. "Remember, it is an obligation to provide as much enjoyment as you receive. My time in your lands has taught me that many of your men fail to understand this."
If pleasing someone is one of your interests, the perfect candidate is coming now. Sweet nods her head towards Lady Natalia as she walks up. She said she was desperate for a strapping man such as yourself just a few hours ago.
Bluff:
Why...hi there Natalia. Have you met...um what was your name?
This should be fun.
The door to the bar slams open as a giant, furred being steps into the bar, ducking to avoid hitting his massive head. For a moment he gets stuck as the handle of whatever large weapon gets stuck as he gets up to fast, but that's easily remedied.
Working his way up to the bar, the large, simian man-thing castes intimidating glances at those blocking his way. At the bar he opens his mouth and some near him duck as they expect some roaring sound to come from within. Instead the creature speaks with a deep but otherwise not overly intimidating voice with a very thick Vudrani accent, "Excuse me, barkeep? Can you get me a large cider? I'm supposed to be meeting some people in search of extra muscle, any idea where they are?
The bartender, clearly not too impressed by the man's stature after running a tavern like this for such a long time, nods in the direction of the table while he grabs a small bucket and fills it with cider. handing the ape the bucket he says, "It seems you're not the only one interested. Oh, and please don't take a chair, I don't feel like buying new ones yet again."
The red furred, and red bearded, simian flashes a toothy grin as he turns towards the table.
Once there he gently places his bucket on the table and sits down on the floor, though he still reaches the same height as everyone but the Half-Orc. He adjust the weapon on his back, a massive hammer, in such a way as to not hamper him. "Good day, mind if I join? My name is Mogir, pleased to meet you." He extends a large, meaty hand across the table to whomever will take it. The leathery, black skin on the palm of his hand contrasts with the thick, red fur on the back. "I heard you were looking for some extra muscle?"
Ragar leans over towards Kun,
My pleasure usually comes at the pain of others.
He gives a wide toothy grin to Kun when the large hairy fellow steps into the bar. When he approaches the table, Ragar stands, and shakes the proferred hand. The two stand eye to eye with one another as the hulking Half-Orc matches the ape like creature in height and mass.
Welcome, please join us. What is one more, eh Sweet?
He nudges Sweet with a wink as he sits back down, straining the chair.
Whispering to Ragar, Looks like a party it is.
She nods at the large hairy beast and the monk. I am Sweet. You have already met Ragar. Motioning to the dark haired lady That is Lady Natalia. Leaning her head to the other end of the table The handsome gentleman is Rupert and the most beautiful lady is Tabby.
She attempts to look past Mogir at the serving lady Sara, you might as well make it a cask of your finest ale. Oh...and a round of shots...make it nasty.
Natalia gives Sweet an ice cold stare. "Am I not beautiful as well?" She lets the point stand for several seconds before cracking the briefest of smiles.
She turns to the new arrivals. "To you new people, the others already know this, I don't like to make pleasantries. If one of you is chosen, you will be our comrade. But know that it doesn't grant you any special treatment."
Why...hi there Natalia. Have you met...um what was your name?
The Tian man nods his head in Natalia's direction. "I am Phi."
"Your companion has suggested that you are looking for 'strapping' company. Perhaps the individual that just arrived will meet your desires?"
My pleasure usually comes at the pain of others.
He gives a wide toothy grin to Kun when the large hairy fellow steps into the bar.
The slight man returns the grin with a pleasant, formal smile. "Pleasure is where one finds it. It is good to find pleasure in your work, when possible. Does your work involve hurting people? It would be a shame if it does not."
He extends a large, meaty hand across the table to whomever will take it. The leathery, black skin on the palm of his hand contrasts with the thick, red fur on the back. "I heard you were looking for some extra muscle?"
In acknowledgement of the offered hand, Phi, again, simply nods. It almost looks like he's trying to bow while seated.
As Sweet makes introductions around, you can see Phi building a list of names in his mind. Once she seems to have finished, "I believe the phrase is 'Well met', yes?"
Sweet responds to Natalia, As beautiful as a rose and as thorny as one as well. Sweet winks at Natalia in a playful manner then reaches back to a chair at the table behind her someone vacated for a second and slides it over for Natalia to have a seat. Gentlemen, where are you manners?
Natalia sits, "Indeed, manners! My hand appears empty of a drink. Irrisen Ice Wine to anyone willing enough to purchase one."
Mogir just shakes his at the two women. Women here were rather, well, odd, at least compared to how it had been back home. There the only real difference was that women bore children while man did not.
A faint smile appears on his face, "What is this 'strapping' you keep mentioning? That word is unfamiliar to me."
While waiting on an answer he turns around to the bar and shouts at the barkeeper, his voice resembling the roar people had expected earlier. The tone was friendly though. "Barkeep, could you bring this lady some Irrisen Ice Wine, whatever that is?" He then turns towards the other women, his voice once again gentle, "Do you also want something?"
Ragar smiles again at Kun.
Yes, my work is often bloody for those it involves, and I do take great pleasure in the pain of others at the hand of my Axe.
At Ragar's words, And that is just one of the reasons we love working with you.
Looking back at the two men, And what are your stories? What do you bring to the table besides brawn?
Looking back at the two men, And what are your stories? What do you bring to the table besides brawn?
The small Tian man looks at Sweet incredulously, turns and looks up at the half-orc in one direction, then up at the ape-man next to him, and then back to Sweet. "I believe that by comparison to these two, brawn should not be considered my asset. I am a loyal servant to those who earn my service. I attempt to ensure that short term problems are not allowed to destroy long-term concerns. A lord whose servants kill all the peasants has nothing over which to rule, after all.
"As for my story, I am on a voyage of discovery. I completed the training my masters would provide and was sent out into the world to attempt to follow Irori's requirement that I improve upon myself. An amazingly simple task to describe, is it not?"
A lord whose servants kill all the peasants has nothing over which to rule, after all.
A slight smile crosses Sweet's face at the thought of that.
Well, Kun, provided that you are chosen, I am sure that your dedication will be greatly appreciated by our superiors. So, how about you, Mogir? How do you bring the pain?
Bring the pain? At that question Mogir took the massive hammer slung over his shoulder and laid it on the table. "This is how I bring the pain, when needed. Personally I find that most people here simply cower before me so it is rarely even needed."
He sighs, "As for my story, it's a long and complicated one. I come from a place far away from here and I can not return there, even if I wanted to. To my people my hands will always be covered in blood." Though mostly because he murdered tradition, but these people here didn't understand that. He had tried before.
Tabby is not sitting at the current table as the others
Tabby has her own method of determining new blood. She watches from a stool at the bar formulating her own opinions based on her first impressions.
the large one would be good in a fight but his subtlety may be lacking she thinks as she sizes up the brute.
now the other one seems to have promise. I think he can be most useful. she internalizes about the monk.
Tabby orders another wine and requests the band play some music.
Is this monk I just wonder if this monk can dance? I am pretty sure the Simian can't
Tabby just listens to the music waiting for the right time to ask Kun to dance.
The bar appears popular today as the door opens yet again and in walks a tall human woman. Standing close to 6 foot, she appears muscular enough to swing the bastard sword strapped to her back and her jet black hair is contrasted by the pale skin of someone who doesn't see the light of day often. She'd be rather attractive except for the long scar across the right side of her face.
Glancing about the room as she enters, she first heads over to the bar to order a mug of ale. Taking a drink of her ale, she then leisurely makes her way over to your table. That must be the gang looking for new hires, I certainly do not see anyone else here fitting that description. It also looks like I may be a bit late to the party.
The woman stops when she gets to your table, glancing around at everyone as she can't figure out who might be the leader. "Greeting, my name is Iovanna and I had heard you've been looking for some new muscle. Assuming you haven't already found enough, I'd like to throw my hat in the ring for the job.
Standing at 5'10, Iovanna is slightly muscular in build though still appropriately curved where it matters. Her jet black hair hangs straight down to her shoulders and her eyes are stormy grey.
She carries a bastard sword strapped to her back and a spiked chain hangs at her hip. Her chain shirt has been blackened so as not to be reflective.
Sweet hollers at the barmaid Make that two casks of ale and add another shot.
She looks at the newcomer. Please have a seat. Make yourself at home.
She points around the table Rupert, Ragar, Sweet, Mogir, Phi, the ever beautiful Lady Natalia Sweet clears her throat And last but not least, the lovely lady shaking her ass over there is Tabby.
And were do you hail from lass?
Iovanna pulls up a chair and joins them at the table while calling over to the barmaid: "Make that two shots."
She looks around at each of the people as they are introduced, attempting to figure out each persons roll. Definitely an interesting looking group.
Turning back to Sweet, Iovanna gives a shrug as she answers her question. "Nowhere in particular. I've spent most of my life traveling around and the last job I worked brought me to this city."
Sweet leans over and rests her hand on Ragar's shoulder again. And what type of job was that specifically?
"It was the kind of job that ended abruptly, leaving me in need of a new job."
Mogir looked curiously at the new arrival while he removed the big hammer from the table and slung it over his back again. At the same time he pulled a handful of small, red, hairy fruit from his pack as well as a switchblade and starts peeling the fruit. Once he exposes the white flesh, he pops them in his mouth and then spits the large seeds into the palm his hand.
Suddenly realising the people here considered eating alone while sitting together bad manners he flashed them a toothy grin. "I'm sorry. Feel free to try some if you'd like. I myself have got a bit of a sweet tooth, can't leave these things be." That and these fruits were one of the few connections he still had to home.
Phi sits calmly, sipping his drink, waiting. Well, waiting may be mis-characterizing things a bit. His eyes are following Tabby's movements, but he himself shows no recognition of the music, just of her motion.
In response to Mogir's offer, "Thank you for the offer, but I would feel badly about depriving you of something you obviously enjoy as much as you do those fruits."