hp 99/101, AC 24 12 23 (21 T12 FF20) , bab +6/+1, melee +9, missile +7, cmb 9, cmd 21, F 12, R 11, W 14 +3 vs mind affect, init +3, MP 8/9 weapon 7/7 angel blooded Aasimar oracle metal 7/mystery cultist 2/mythic 3
Maelchar shrugs as he takes back the broach and examines it, then pins it back to his tunic.
[dice=appraise]1d20+1
"I can't gauge its worth either, but I'm sure we'll find a use for it somewhere when we return to civilization."
Ryu - standing back near their charge, observes Maelchar's rush over to him to take the broach.
He feels the blood still on him and notes it still fresh on his sword while Maelchar's pristine and untouched visage gazes back at him.
He moves close to Maelchar and looks at him in the eyes, forgetting about the arrogant little man who hired them.
"Mal, maybe you ought to ask people before you decide to simply take what you want, neh?" he says quietly.
He stares at Maelchar a moment longer, noting that the broach is now pinned on the lad's shirt and no attempt to study it further is being made.
"It's one thing to study something that may benefit the party so that we can share that information. But keeping something that belongs to everyone is not not very polite; especially when the rest of them haven't even had a chance to look at it carefully as you and I have," he adds a bit dryly, confident at his deft diplomatic skills.
He looks at Maelchar a moment longer than rolls his eyes.
Shikata ga nai...
Then the sweat stings his wounds and he glances over to Garith - noting the man is also bleeding.
"Gods damn it... MEDIC!" he says, trying to at least get the attention of a healer.
hp 99/101, AC 24 12 23 (21 T12 FF20) , bab +6/+1, melee +9, missile +7, cmb 9, cmd 21, F 12, R 11, W 14 +3 vs mind affect, init +3, MP 8/9 weapon 7/7 angel blooded Aasimar oracle metal 7/mystery cultist 2/mythic 3
Recall you unpinned it and took it from his tunic without even asking to begin with
Mael looks over Ryu's wounds and assesses his needs for healing (your hp aren't in your status line, so I didnt know you needed healing.)
[dice=heal]1d20+1
I'm down 4 HP. I don't remember what Garith is down.
As for the broach? Well, I kind of wanted to get a chance for the party to at least look at it/study it before someone decided to claim it. If you want it, that's okay, too. I just thought we'd at least talk about it in game is all. But it's probably just a copper broach, so it's all good :)
hp 99/101, AC 24 12 23 (21 T12 FF20) , bab +6/+1, melee +9, missile +7, cmb 9, cmd 21, F 12, R 11, W 14 +3 vs mind affect, init +3, MP 8/9 weapon 7/7 angel blooded Aasimar oracle metal 7/mystery cultist 2/mythic 3
Mael finishes examining Ryu's wounds and nods slightly. "You could use a little healing. We don't have time to rest and heal naturally, so this should help. In the name of Iomedae, I call on her power to heal you." He touches Ryu gently, so as not to cause extra pain.
hp 99/101, AC 24 12 23 (21 T12 FF20) , bab +6/+1, melee +9, missile +7, cmb 9, cmd 21, F 12, R 11, W 14 +3 vs mind affect, init +3, MP 8/9 weapon 7/7 angel blooded Aasimar oracle metal 7/mystery cultist 2/mythic 3
"Brothers, please. You will stop this foolishness. Now thank you. We are trapped underground and bickering about petty trinkets is foolhardy, and we shall not have it." the soldier states.
"Master Gwyrm, I apologize for any impropriety. We shall continue onward, but please do acknowledge that what we do is for the sake of protecting you from the dangers present in these caverns." Stepping closer to the man he says quietly and calmly, "While it is our duty, your demonstration of nobility and grace would do much for moral in this darkness adn i would appreciate your leadership and strength in this matter. Highborn dignity and poise does much to guide those in a noble's service." attempting to calm any butthurt that would follow Ryu's crassness and pointing out very gently that as a noble, Gwyrm has the poise to not be so aggravating to party-members.
diplomacy with Gwyrm:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22
Maelchar "I am slightly injured coz. I was remis and the insect managed to sink it's fang deep. I am still fairly well, but if you can spare healing, it would be appreciated, but i can stand it for a while longer."
Garith took one hit for 4 damage, so I got 9HP god i need a level =P
He does take a moment to look at the Broach to discern if tere is some symbology behind it of some evil entity of diety, or some other religious symbol, His eyes narrowing as he observes all of the gear they have gathered for Evil eminations as well. Detect EVIL cause Pali =P
K planes:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14 if its evil
K religion:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Garith takes a moment with Ryu
Ryu:
In a quiet whisper after healing has been dispersed, and they continue on, Garith says to the barbarian, "You are not a soldier, I can tell by your style. Whatever Mercenary Company from whence you came, This is the Crusade, and dignity is befitting our task. There is a Hierarchy and while i do not ask you to 'fall in line' as it were, please do not spit in the face of our order."
hp 99/101, AC 24 12 23 (21 T12 FF20) , bab +6/+1, melee +9, missile +7, cmb 9, cmd 21, F 12, R 11, W 14 +3 vs mind affect, init +3, MP 8/9 weapon 7/7 angel blooded Aasimar oracle metal 7/mystery cultist 2/mythic 3
Horgus looked like he swallowed his tongue when Ryu had the affront to talk back to him like that. May I remind you that I said without damage. Clearly you do not understand what it takes to remain in my service. If that is the attitude you are going to have then I release you from your service and will look to the others for my protection and well being, and that includes protection from you.
Turning to the others that have agreed to his terms, Your pay was just increased thanks to this man here. Hopefully you are up to the task and we can resume this trek to get home.
Sir Garith you manage to prevent Horgus from firing all of you and leaving on his own. The four of you in his employ will now get 375 if he arrives safely.
Mr Shin informs the group that the passageway to the west leads to the cavern that he could not fully see before. Now he does see that there is a rent in the ceiling leading upwards but he can not tell how far. To the east is a haze of silt and sand that continually falls from the ceiling. It looks like there is a path continuing to the east but he is not positive about it.
Male Dwarf Wizard (Abjurer)-9 (Mythic Archmage 2)(Current HP 54/62)
Pakak has been quite quiet through out most of this, keeping his own counsel, but he gives Garith a nod of respect at his comments.
I've sympathy for everyone here, save perhaps Gwerm, but my feelings on this or that don't matter. My duty as a crusader, and to what is right. THAT matters.
hp 99/101, AC 24 12 23 (21 T12 FF20) , bab +6/+1, melee +9, missile +7, cmb 9, cmd 21, F 12, R 11, W 14 +3 vs mind affect, init +3, MP 8/9 weapon 7/7 angel blooded Aasimar oracle metal 7/mystery cultist 2/mythic 3
"We know not how far these caverns go. Let us investigate this hole in the ceiling as it could be a way out. And if not, we may make for the eastern passageway." Garith Suggests. "Although we do need to remain vigilant in order to ensure nothing from the corridor comes while we are in the cavern."
hp 99/101, AC 24 12 23 (21 T12 FF20) , bab +6/+1, melee +9, missile +7, cmb 9, cmd 21, F 12, R 11, W 14 +3 vs mind affect, init +3, MP 8/9 weapon 7/7 angel blooded Aasimar oracle metal 7/mystery cultist 2/mythic 3
"Agreed. On the surface, west seems the most likely to lead upwards. We can always explore the eastern way if the west proves to be a false lead. The rearguard will be watchful."
Sir Garith you manage to prevent Horgus from firing all of you and leaving on his own. The four of you in his employ will now get 375 if he arrives safely.
Okay, I’m going to switch my personality a bit to be less stoic, grim and cynical and more – not. That said, I’ll happily try playing a bit more ‘upbeat’ bad charisma. Here’s hoping it works :)
Ryu feels the power of the goddess filling him with a holy lust for life.
”Gods damn – that’s good healing,” he says with a hearty laugh, clapping Maelchar on his shoulder warmly.
He turns a quirked eye to Gwern, a sardonic grin on his face.
”Oh, so sorry, kansa yaku – I hadn’t realized you were still jabbering away,” he says lifting his sword up and offering an obvious mock salute to the arrogant noble.
Shrugging, he turns back to the others.
”Right, so what’s the gods damned plan now? Is that crap a bunch of useless garbage on the ground – or maybe it really was part of a ritual? How the hell do I know, you know? But I figure we got enough smarts between us to squeeze out an answer pretty easy.”
”Right, so any of you lads or lasses got the know-how on some good ol’ fashioned “book smarts” – you know, religiosity or some other studying on lore and such? ‘Cause it could be naught but garbage, but it could be also candles for a ritual, or whatever the hell, neh?”
Cleaning off the blood from his sword, he sheathes it fairly easily, feeling very relaxed after the healing.
He tosses a glance toward the beauteous Oriana.
”So listen, Angel, you give me the straight word on if that piss-poor excuse for a nobleman is being uppity to you again, eh? I’ll teach the sod a few manners and maybe show him how to respect a lady proper,” he says, holding up his bunched fists in the air and shaking them a bit as if miming boxing. Then he gives So'rien's sister a friendly wink.
Suddenly hearing the others discuss options to search the cave, he brightens a bit.
"Now that's an idea that's got brass! I love it," he says with a grin, walking up to Garith and Maelchar with an easy stride.
Standing next to both of them, he twists his lower lip between his thumb and forefinger meditatively, nodding sagely at their plans, but not bothering to offer much of any constructive ideas at this point - except to occasionally offer a few grunts of friendly encouragement to the two while continuing to nod, so that the untutored eye might assume he was actually giving valuable contributions to the plan instead of simply going along for the ride.
hp 75/75, AC 21, T11, FF20, bab +6/+1, melee +9, ranged +7, cmb 9, cmd 20, F +8, R +4, W +9, Init +4, Perc +14 Aasimar (Angelkin) Female Inquisitor/9
Oriana had been standing expressionless as the conversation shifted. She had bristled at the accusation levelled at Maelchar regarding the broach, but her eldest brother had sorted it out for himself, as was often his way. Her cousin Garith had stepped in and used his smooth tongue to appease Gwerm. Remember, Gwerm's gruff and arrogant exterior hides a good heart. Iomedae grant me patience and sight to see what is not readily visible.
When the west is given as the most practical direction, Oriana simply nods and replies, "West, it is then", relying on Mr Shin's guidance and her kinsmen's surety.
When she notes Ryu Tadamasa's eyes on her and then his words and conspiratorial wink, Oriana watches him stoically. He, too, had attempted to make his own method of amends with the nobleman, Gwerm, but Oriana believed that it would only muddy the waters further for Gwerm demonstrated a poor developed humour and Ryu did not seem to care.
Oriana moved closer to the very tall human (who stood a few inches taller than herself) and in much lowered voice cautioned him, "I thank you for your offer, Ryu Tadamasa, and your courage, but mind your tongue with the nobleman. Let my kinsmen with their polished speech encourage him to our ways." Before nodding her head and moving back into marching order.
When her twin finally finds his voice, Oriana turns to So'rien and smiles, "It is good you have returned to us, brother. Mister Shin has found a way forward to the west and the others have decided it is the best course. What say you?"
So'rien comes out of his daze, looking around and saying Sorry must have nodded off...what did I miss?
Ryu cocks a bemused eye at So’rien.
”Hell, Zeru-san, you didn’t miss much – except everything,” he says with a grin.
”We got pinched in the narrow way by some bloody bugs which we smashed bad! Then we got the top-boss back there mouthing off to your sister, so I told him if he can’t keep a civil tongue in his head, I’d just take his tongue out of his head,” he says with a deep laugh.
”But the damn little whore didn’t like that, so he fired me!”
He jerks his head back at Garith and Maelchar, pointing them out with the motion of his head.
”Meantime we got Mal and Garith trying to figure out the best way to get the hell out of here; as for me? Hell’s bells, brother – now that the killing’s done, I got nothing to do but wax philosophical on the woes of being un-employed,” he says with a bright grin.
Ryu is sure that his words might sound somewhat obnoxious and slightly grating to the uncultured ear, but confident that his companions will appreciate his sincerity and honesty.
"I thank you for your offer, Ryu Tadamasa, and your courage, but mind your tongue with the nobleman. Let my kinsmen with their polished speech encourage him to our ways."
Seeing Oriana move to him, he bends forward a bit and listens to her quiet words.
"Hey, gomen nasai, lil' Angel," he says with a nod to Oriana.
"Didn't mean to piss you off back there, but noble or not - that guy's got no manners to be all high and mighty around a lady like you," he says.
"You're a classy dame, trust me - it's honto! That bugger should have minded his tongue, especially when you were out there bleeding for him while he hung back like some kind of eta, you know?"
After the straight word was given, he decides to be politic and give Oriana "face" in front of the noble.
Ryu knew that if he kept talking that he'd look like more of an ass to the noble. But he suspected that at this point Oriana would now look like more of a hero to a guy like Gwerm, who might even reward her with a little extra coin for sticking her neck out to keep a basterd like himself in line.
With that in mind, Ryu bows before her politely, his mouth grinning a bit.
"Righto, chief!" he says a bit louder, standing before her.
"No worries, from here on out I'll mind my manners like he's a poxing daimyo and my manners'll be top notch," he says sincerely, saluting her with smartly, and gives her another wink.
"So then... westward ho, neh?" he says looking around at the others, curious to see what happens next.
Moving back to the west slightly you all come to a section of the cavern complex that seems to have been rent more then the rest. A stone ledge juts out at a right angle on the south wall of this cavern, twenty feet off the ground. The leather strap of a backpack hangs from the edge of the ledge, while above, a narrow fissure yawns up into the dark.
Male Dwarf Wizard (Abjurer)-9 (Mythic Archmage 2)(Current HP 54/62)
Pakak moves in his position as the group moves, steady, it seems, as the stone his people are so often associated with. He notices the backpack, "Someone was fully packed before the fall? No doubt that is dark irony that they were prepared for much, just not this."
"Bloody irony..." Ryu echoes grimly, nodding at Pakak's wisdom.
He looks for someone with a bow.
"Say, ojii-san," he says turning to face Pakak directly "Can you cast some magic on an arrow and make it glow with light? If so, we can shoot it up into the chasm and try to gauge the height."
"It may not be that high, just dark... and if they're any little surprises above us, we can see them before we try to get across, neh?"
"So... you want to give it a try?" he says, asking the dwarven wizard.
hp 75/75, AC 21, T11, FF20, bab +6/+1, melee +9, ranged +7, cmb 9, cmd 20, F +8, R +4, W +9, Init +4, Perc +14 Aasimar (Angelkin) Female Inquisitor/9
Seeing the dangling pack strap, Oriana considers what may be inside and if it would useful to the group. It was on a ledge 20 feet above them and the ceiling height past the narrow fissure was presently indistinguishable.
Turning to So'rien, "Can Mister Shin make his way higher and see if there is threat from above, brother?"
DM Variel, can we see much of anything up there using our darkvision?
So'rien smiles and says Not unless we throw him. At Mr. Shin's look of shock and offence, he continues But of course we would never offend your dignity in such a way my friend.
It is not the dark that is obstructing your vision but the angle you are at. You can see the start of the fissure but not how it goes up. You would need to be on the ledge to have the right angle. For those that want to try to climb up I need two climb checks.
But of course we would never offend your dignity in such a way my friend.
"You got that right, son; you don't mess with the White Rabbit - that's bad all kinds of bad karma," he says with a serious nod, thinking of the year of his birth, how it was dedicated to the Hare, and the meaning of that sign.
Since no one there paid much attention to his suggestions about the arrow, or searching the site for clues, or pretty much anything, he was feeling fairly bored.
Thinking about what Oriana just said, he tosses a glance at her.
Elbowing his way to the front of the group, he looks up at the wall, then turns to look at Oriana.
"Relax, Angel - I got this," he says with a confident nod.
Taking out his dagger he places it between his teeth and grips the side of the wall and begins to climb up.
Climb Check 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
GM - At this time Ryu is able to have Darkvision of 60 feet. He doesn't plan on climbing so high that some crazy bats or spiders or whatever is hiding in the darkness can get him. That said; he'll hold action until he can see a little deeper into the darkness before he continues.
When I know more, I'll continue - but I'm hoping to check for any threats before I go all the way up.
The climb is difficult but Ryu manages to find the correct cracks and small bits of rock as handholds to make the ascent. Finally reaching the top Ryu looks up at the fissure. It appears to run at a incline of about 30 degrees . It continues for about 40ft before it narrows down into rock on rock. The rocky ledge itself holds only the body of a man killed by the fall. It must be his pack that is on the edge of the ledge.
hp 75/75, AC 21, T11, FF20, bab +6/+1, melee +9, ranged +7, cmb 9, cmd 20, F +8, R +4, W +9, Init +4, Perc +14 Aasimar (Angelkin) Female Inquisitor/9
Of course, she did not want So'rien to throw Mister Shin up into the tight space above. Her twin could be a brat at times. Oriana gave So'rien a hard golden-hued look.
Upon Ryu Tadamasa's next words and actions, Oriana raised an elegant black brow. The man had gotten into the habit of calling her "Angel" instead of by her name. She found it amusing, but she did not show him.
"May Iomedae bestow upon you both graceful hands and feet, Ryu Tadamasa."
Gm - about the scale - I think I missed something; I thought as long as we held the scale the power was always "on". I didn't know it was an activation thing. I need to go check that because if I used a special ability up that would really suck.
Edit: as I only have darkvision for a little bit -
While up there, Ryu will take the liberty to roll the body onto the ledge below. He figures his friends can search it when it falls.
As he pushes the body of the ledge, he takes a moment to give out a modest warning.
"Get your asses out of the way and... LOOK OUT BELOW!."
Climb down, did you say? Perhaps... how high up am? I may decide to just jump :)
But seriously..
Climb Cbeck 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
Hearing Oriana's prayer, he offers a modest retort.
"Hell, YEAH! You go, goddes!" he yells out in a joyful celebration to the Iomedae, echoing Orina's humble prayer.
hp 75/75, AC 21, T11, FF20, bab +6/+1, melee +9, ranged +7, cmb 9, cmd 20, F +8, R +4, W +9, Init +4, Perc +14 Aasimar (Angelkin) Female Inquisitor/9
Ryu, This is what it said for your scale: Vision: Three times per day as a standard action, a scale can be used to cast darkvision. Unlike a normal darkvision spell, this effect stacks with normal darkvision to increase the range by another 60ft.
So, yes you would use a standard action to activate it (cast the spell) and can do so three times a day.
Ryu, This is what it said for your scale: Vision: Three times per day as a standard action, a scale can be used to cast darkvision. Unlike a normal darkvision spell, this effect stacks with normal darkvision to increase the range by another 60ft.
So, yes you would use a standard action to activate it (cast the spell) and can do so three times a day.
Cool. So basically if any of the casters had used a "light" spell on me, I wouldn't have to use the scale?
Oh well - bad luck. Anyhow, now I know for the future :)
hp 99/101, AC 24 12 23 (21 T12 FF20) , bab +6/+1, melee +9, missile +7, cmb 9, cmd 21, F 12, R 11, W 14 +3 vs mind affect, init +3, MP 8/9 weapon 7/7 angel blooded Aasimar oracle metal 7/mystery cultist 2/mythic 3
The scales are three charges per day at caster level 19. Darkvision lasts for an hour per level so you should be fine for now Ryu. Only if it gets dispelled should you need worry.
Ryu manages to climb down easily enough, DC was 20 by the way, after retrieving the pack and the body of the fallen man. The man did have a rapier on his belt that clatters to the ground upon impact. The pack itself is a masterwork backpack that contains 15 days of trail rations, a flint and steel, a whetstone, a set of caltrops, two flasks of oil, a lantern, a bundle of 20 arrows, a potion of cure light wounds, and a potion of lesser restoration.
hp 99/101, AC 24 12 23 (21 T12 FF20) , bab +6/+1, melee +9, missile +7, cmb 9, cmd 21, F 12, R 11, W 14 +3 vs mind affect, init +3, MP 8/9 weapon 7/7 angel blooded Aasimar oracle metal 7/mystery cultist 2/mythic 3
"A fortuitous find... if nothing else, those rations might prove to be what sees us through these caverns. We should divide things up so no one person need shoulder all the weight."
"A fortuitous find... if nothing else, those rations might prove to be what sees us through these caverns. We should divide things up so no one person need shoulder all the weight."
"Damn straight, Mal - sounds good to me," he says with a nod.
He takes a gander at the rest of their companions.
"I reckon I'll pass out the rations at what? Say - 375 gold pieces a meal?" he says, flashing the gang a grin.
"Nah, I ain't like that poxing kuchikitanai noble; I don't cut out my best yūjin's like you all."
"Hey, any of you all want some potions? They're handy to have, neh?" he says holding up the potions for the gang even as he picks up the rapier, glancing at it for a bit.
"I'm kind of useless with this scimitar, much as I love her; anyone mind if I take the rapier I climbed up into the dark to fetch and bring down?"
Whistling a bit, he slings his scimitar behind his hip and buckles the rapier on, too.
Glancing at the other guys his eyes widen.
"Nan ja? Oh - I mean, yeah - that thing about asking about the rapier? Yeah, that was kind of me being what they call "rhe-tor-ical, as I planned on keeping it anyhow, savvy?" he says with a grin.
Standing up he turns back and forth a bit, modeling the rapier.
"Biching!" he says with a satisfied expression.
"That said, anyone want a snack?" he says holding up the rations.
hp 99/101, AC 24 12 23 (21 T12 FF20) , bab +6/+1, melee +9, missile +7, cmb 9, cmd 21, F 12, R 11, W 14 +3 vs mind affect, init +3, MP 8/9 weapon 7/7 angel blooded Aasimar oracle metal 7/mystery cultist 2/mythic 3
"As for the rapier, if you can use it well, you should of course be the one to claim it. The rations we might need to apportion carefully so they last a while. We have no idea how long we'll b down here. Let's each carry a little of them, and that applies to other found items too."
With that said, he picks up 3 of the packs of rations and tucks them into his own pack. He takes a few other miscellaneous items he doesn't really need but that might come in handy (like the lantern and oil, since he has the strength to spare to carry them).
hp 75/75, AC 21, T11, FF20, bab +6/+1, melee +9, ranged +7, cmb 9, cmd 20, F +8, R +4, W +9, Init +4, Perc +14 Aasimar (Angelkin) Female Inquisitor/9
She found Ryu Tadamasa annoying and amusingly shrewd.
"You made the climb and have earned the rapier, Ryu Tadamasa. I brought five days worth of trail rations and if we are in need, I shall distribute my own food with what we have obtained through the deceased's pack. I would like to claim the healing potion, but for now I shall carry it in my pack until there is use for it. The caltrops will be in my pack as well."Oriana is already carrying 21 arrows for her longbow. So, if someone else would like to claim or carry the 20 new arrows we have, that's fine.
"As for the rapier, if you can use it well, you should of course be the one to claim it. The rations we might need to apportion carefully so they last a while. We have no idea how long we'll b down here. Let's each carry a little of them, and that applies to other found items too."
With that said, he picks up 3 of the packs of rations and tucks them into his own pack. He takes a few other miscellaneous items he doesn't really need but that might come in handy (like the lantern and oil, since he has the strength to spare to carry them).
"Yeah - well, I reckon I'll be taking the pack - it looks good enough," he says hefting it a bit.
Dumping the bulk of the goods onto the ground, he slings it over his shoulders.
He takes a wafer of food and munches on it happily.
No, not a whole meal; just a bite.
"Damn, that's good stuff," he says.
He glances at the others as he stuffs three days of rations into the pack, as well as the flint and steel and whetstone.
He looks at the others.
"What about it Garith-sama; you game for a potion? Come on pops," he says glancing at Pakak "there's plenty and to spare here, you want a piece or what?" he adds holding up some of the loose rations.
"And let's not forget my main man Sori-san," he adds, turning to So'rien, holding up one of the potions and jiggling it for effect.
"Come on, son, you know you just want it just wrap your lips around this thing and suck it all down," he says, using the slang of urban youth to articulate humor in an otherwise grim situation, pausing to laugh loudly at his own joke.
Leaning back comfortably, he stretches his arms above his head and stretches out his feet, getting comfortable, his eyes flicking over to Oriana.
"What about you little Angel? You want a piece, too?" he says reaching forward suddenly and picking up a packet of twice-baked flat bread; dried fruit and salted meats as well as some nuts pressed together with honey to bind them.
"Enjoy it! It's the good stuff... trust me," he says giving Oriana a friendly wink as he tosses her the packet deftly.
"You made the climb and have earned the rapier, Ryu Tadamasa."
"Damn straight," he says suddenly swinging himself to a standing position, his limber frame seeming taller in the gloom.
Oriana Zeru wrote:
"I would like to claim the healing potion, but for now I shall carry it in my pack until there is use for it."
"You got it, sister," he says tossing her the healing potion with a casual air of indifference, ready to add something - but before he can, she continues.
Oriana Zeru wrote:
"The caltrops will be in my pack as well."
His eyes widen a bit at her assertion.
"Well Calistria's sweet ass! So, what - you see something you like and you just want to take it, no matter what gets in your way, neh?"
He looks at her for a moment.
"Well hell yeah!" he says smiling widely at her, his eyes glinting with pleasure in the dim light at her bold decisions.
Instead of tossing her the caltrops he moves over to her and takes her wrist in his hand and lifts it up so her palm is open and gently puts the caltrops in them, careful they don't accidentally cut her, or snag on any of the gear.
"Easy there, Angel - they're nasty little whore's in a fight, you don't want to slice yourself on, em," he says carefully, making sure that she has them.
Then he glances at the others.
"Well lads, come on - you going to leave this loot here or are you going to take a piece?" he says looking at the rest with a sweeping gesture at the gear.
hp 75/75, AC 21, T11, FF20, bab +6/+1, melee +9, ranged +7, cmb 9, cmd 20, F +8, R +4, W +9, Init +4, Perc +14 Aasimar (Angelkin) Female Inquisitor/9
Oriana first caught the trail ration and then healing potion in one hand with relative ease, and, pulling her pack off her shoulders, placed the vial inside, ensuring it would not break. The food packet she would offer to the Lady Anevia.
When Ryu came close and deposited the caltrops gently on her open palm, she watched him silently, golden-eyes shining in the dimly-lit cavern. That he was cautious not to harm her with the iron spikes intrigued her. One thing for certain, the man's language was colourful and informal, unlike her kinsmen's.
"My eldest brother spoke of apportioning the items among the group and I simply undertook what was right. Do not worry that I will cut myself; I have been around blades since I was a young child. Thank you, Ryu Tadamasa."
The man certainly liked to smile and wink.
Oriana made her way to Anevia Tirabade. "Lady Anevia, would you care for some food?" handing over the packet Ryu had found/recovered and thrown her way.
Diplomacy:1d20 ⇒ 20 (Haha. Now I get a natural 20.)
Why thank you. I would appreciate a meal later. I will place it with the rest of my stuff. As for the arrows, may I have them? If so then I may be able to help you better and not be so worried about wasting one of my four.
Looking for a skill character as a replacement for a Wrath of the Righteous campaign that is in the beginning stages of the AP. we have made it through the first couple of encounters and are still level one.
Character creation guidelines:
Only paizo material, no third party sources
20 pt build
2 traits, 1 of which must be a campaign trait as it ties in to the mythic campaign
Average starting wealth
1 hero point
1 bonus skill point upon creation that must go into a profession, craft, or perform which represents your ability to make a living.
No gunslingers
Must be able to post at least once per day
we are a group that likes RP and character interactions as much if not more than the combats in some instances.
As a request from some of the players here is what they are looking for...
A character willing to be the front scout and trap expert. This is to replace the master summoner who used summons to clear traps and the eidolon who scouted.
No tieflings
What we have so far...
Aasimar oracle of metal
Aasimar inquisitor of Iomedae
Aasimar paladin shield knight of Iomedae
Human urban barbarian
Dwarf wizard
Name: Percival Lawson
Race: Human
Class: Alchemist (Crypt Breaker, Chirurgeon)
Alignment: LG
Backstory/Personality: In profile, will require slight alteration to fit the campaign.
Crypt Breaker is actually wonderful; trapfinding plus all the nice Rogue trap-finding talents. With Chirurgeon for healing, should be a very nice addition to the team.
I'd be interested in this. I'd have to build a character after work tomorrow, so I'll check in to see if you haven't already chosen someone and then get to work. :) THinking either a ranger(trapper) or maybe ninja.
Thanks for the interest thus far. For those that have expressed interest and for future applicants, please give a background as to why you are in Kenebras, your thoughts on the crusade and how you would interact with the rest of the group.
Well, background stuff is in the profile, but here it is again for reference.
Background:
Aaliya el-Amin was not born to high standards, instead the daughter of one of Katapesh's high merchant princes and his slave. Her early years were filled with household toil, for while she was legally free she, along with her brother and sister, were not truly allowed freedom in their father's household. As Aaliyah grew older she was eventually trained as a dancer, singer, and entertainment, while her older sibling wasn't deemed talented enough to waste money on such matters.
When her mother died, Aaliya and her siblings discovered a nasty loophole in Katapesh's laws when her father disowned them, then immediately claimed them as slaves rather than blood. Sold off as a lot, Aaliyah quickly found her siblings' well-being held hostage to her good behavior by her new owner (A situation that was also reversed, leading to undeserved punishments.) As an additional measure to help prevent problems, she was introduced to pesh milk just as she was blossoming into womanhood.
But her performances before the elite proved an entertaining enough distraction at various functions that she was eventually allowed some freedom, whereupon she used it to seek escape in the various pleasure dens of the city with her meagre allowance - a place that one as weak as she really should not have been, but nevertheless chose to go as the tiny amount of defiance allowed to her.
When these two lives intersected for the first and only time, disaster struck. Seeking repayment for a debt not owed, men broke into her master's home seeking her, and began to kill anyone they found. Guards awoke, battles were fought...and a scimitar fell to Aaliya's feet just as blades were about to fall on what remained of her family.
At that moment, something changed in Aaliyah's world. Her pesh-induced stupor was penetrated by a serene feeling of enlightenment and clarity. These men around her, the slaver who would beat others to control one, the thugs who would slaughter a household for the sake of a handful of gold. Every one was beyond redemption by the word. Only the sword could truly give them the just reward for the lives they had chosen to lead.
People in the street suddenly heard screams in the voices of angels and men, screaming in fear of cleansing flame and death.
The next day, the authorities found a sobbing girl, covered in blood admist the carnage. Everyone who had held a weapon that night was dead around her, most with a neat slash across a vital spot from a single rusty scimitar, alight with a flame that neither burned nor spread. She put up no resistance when the weapon was taken from her hand, and the flame went out. All testing showed it to be nothing more than a scimitar on the edge of being discarded. And strangest of all, she sat in the eye of an ankh of her victim's blood.
It should have ended there, but for a stray word at a temple of Saerenrae about the incident. For there is a price for everything in Katapesh, and that includes the freedom of a slave who murdered a score of freepersons in the span of a single evening. While there may have been those whose friends were harmed by Aaliyah's actions, the temple took them on, believing this girl may have been destined for great things. Every day in her cell, they brought to her holy texts and attempted to teach her of their goddess. She heard their owrds, and believed she had understood, but every so often she would say something in the words of angels that seemed nonsensical.
Finally, the various negotiations came to an end. Aaliyah could not be simply freed, so instead she was sentenced to journey north. The Pactmasters had devised a particularly ingenious punishment to satisfy all concerned parties - she was to make her way to Mendev, to fight in the Crusades for no less than ten years. There was to be no escort, no way of enforcing the edict. Effectively exile...she was, after all, free to simply ignore it and go where she wished...
...and yet, there was perhaps a destiny involved. Saerenrae had inspired magic from within her soul to come forth, shaped it. It wasn't the truly divine gifts of Her priests, but...perhaps she was meant to do something with it.
Recruiting:
"...wait, no one told you I was coming....Yeah, I guess that makes sense. No one really thought I'd be this dumb. Thought I'd just get off the ship and disappear. Why not? Well, I don't really have any other ideas for where to go, do I? ... Does it really matter? I have a sword, and the blessings of my goddess. Does it matter if I'm going to die? .... I suppose that's a point. Well, when I start to get ready for a fight, I start to see the way I should move, the path of the weapon and then...people die. My magic isn't from the goddess, but she gave it to me as part of her gift...so that not all I do is destruction. But it's obvious what She intended for me is to be part of the sword of Her faith, and I can do that here. Yes, I can cast simple healing spells....all right. I'll go grab a bunk."
Tropes/personality/quirks:
Aaliyah is primarily a Melancholic/Phlegmatic type, with shades of the Dark Magical Girl archetype to her (Although without much of the flamboyance the genre conventions involved would entail.) With a Sugar and Ice personality, the 'ice' being predominant most of the time, she might seem like she would be prone to being an Ineffectual Loner but she does understand the need to work in groups and will do so without much hesitation. Very definitely The Atoner for her actions the first time she achieved her battle trance. She has aspects to her abilities of the Oracle and Inquisitor classes, and even speaks in tongues under stress. While her pesh addiction may make the battle trances seem Addiction Powered, the truth of the matter is that she really doesn't need it.
Appearance:
Aalyiah, at five and a half feet tall, is average in height for a Kellish woman. Her skin is dusky from a long journey, hair long and tied back in a ponytail to keep it out of her eyes. Her clothing consists of a long, heavy cotton robe cut in the style of the desert nomads, hiding a frame that is lithe while still being feminine. With dark, mysterious eyes that seem as cold as the frozen north someone like her would live the farthest from, she seems almost an odd figure to be holding onto the silver and gold holy symbol of Saerenrae now in her posession. At her side she has a scimitar, well-worn by age that hasn't seen the best of maintenance lately, as if it had been given to her while she only barely knew how to care for it. When traveling, she has a simple pack slung over her back.
Aaliyah, I like the work in your backstory however with the group as it now stands a few have already chosen touched by divinity. As such they have all chosen Iomedae to go with the trait. If selected would you be able to switch to Iomedae without compromising your background too much? Thanks.
The big issue with that is that the Dawnflower Dervish archetype has a Paladin-like rider. You MUST worship Saerenrae for the archetype. Any way we could work around that problem?
If you used a different trait, it could work, worshiping Seranrae, but using another campaigh trait to get you into the campaign. SHe can still play a large role, but add another element?
another thing that we are dealing with at the moment is traversing a dark cavern, and all of us have Darkvision, one way or another. As a scout, that may be something to consider, if there is to be more dungeon delving.
If that is the direction the group want ps to go then I will see what we can do. Ideally it would be to choose a different trait to not have to worry about any problems. Barring that, we will see what we can come up with.
Oriana is heavily aligned with Iomedae and she won't change to Sarenrae after all this time in game. So, for Aaliyah to join the group, she will either have to change her trait or choose another character concept. Nothing personal, Aaliyah, but you're attempting to come into an established group with Iomedae as the chosen deity for Touched by Divinity. Good luck with your submission.
I feel like a note about fight styles. I'm a sword-board-er going Shield Master. As a sacred shied, I don't. Smite, but at 4th ill pass around shied bonuses and have a cool tanking trick in lieu of Smiting. I ike to get in a baddy's face and do some bashing, try to get a flank, and get in the way of baddies. Ill also toss up Aid Anothers to buff a damage dealer's AC if I'm not hitting well
Ryu is going Dervish Barb, to get Dex to damage for higher AC than most barbs while still hitting hard. He may keep acrobatics up to be a better flank-bro too.
Mal, the oracle, brings whatever heavy-metal that's appropriate and has been one of our consistent damage dealers
Oriana has also been in the frey, being an inquisitor, more support and damage, but not our heavy-hitter, she gots versatility.
Pakak is an abjurer wizard, protections, control and attack cantrips so far, like a wizard.
So that's kindof our fight style, most of us mixing it up, charging in and doing damage and killin mooks. We do more supportey stuff against big single guys ike the Hueveca with the DR most of us couldn't bypass, and so far have meshed really well in our fights.
Team GOOD, any other comments or notes for the recruits? Requests or suggestions?
I have been wanting to enter in a Wrath of the Righteous game for a long time - didn't have any luck thus far, but it seems to be the perfect kind of game for me.
Thing is, I always wanted to try it from the get go, taking it one step at a time, so I guess my question would be - how much of it have I lost? And please be honest, this one is the most important to me :D
On the other hand, I have been mulling over in my head the skill monkey/face/rogue characters - I'll admit this is not something I have ever played before, BUT it is something I will be giving a go in the next game I get into - so the second question would be, is there still time for my submission?
I want to apply for this game as well. I've looked at the game thread and the characters and as you just said have realized that you have mostly good melee characters. I already had the idea of the background below but took some time thinking of the kind of build I could bring. I've got two in mind that would fit the need and background: either urban ranger (archery based) or plain rogue (TWF based). The first one would bring diversity in terms of ranged attacks to the party while the second one would benefit of the sacred shield flanking/bonus. However with already many characters focused in melee, that may be a little too much.
The background below has been tailored to the urban ranger build with the stolen fury trait (champion mythic path). A little tweak and the addition of the strange Desna worshiping woman as an help to escape the cultist could be made to alter the background to the rogue build and the chance encounter trait (trickster mythic path)
In both cases, there will be stealth, perception and trapfinding :-)
Background:
Kalia Shelensdottir was born in Whitecliff, a small village in the Worldwound itself, one of the last remaining village of the beautiful Sarkosis. Dug into the side of a huge cliff and alimented in water by multiple water streams coming out of the same cliff, the village was inaccessible to most of the demonic hordes. The main threats for the villagers were flying demons or their minions thus most of the defenders were heavily trained in archery. As it had no strategic value, it was only targeted by small forces and the inhabitants managed to endure years of invasion. However, food was rare and some of the inhabitants had to leave the safety of the walls to grow crops or hunt for the rare edible preys still living and could easily become prey of the invaders. During the last twenty years, the price to pay to survive became higher and higher and the Whitecliff was slowly dying when Kalia opened her eyes for the first time.
Single child of Shelen Inkadottir, she never knew her father, one of the countless victims of a stray demon attack before she was born. From him, she inherited her grey eyes, her tall stature and lean build. From her mother, she received long flowing dark hair and deft hands. Despite loosing her husband, Shelen never stopped braving the dangers of the Worldwound and as one of the best hunters of the village, she took her daughter with her as soon as she was strong enough to walk and hunt with her, showing her most of her tricks.
As Kalia was twelve, one of their hunts led them back to a devastating scene. Coming back with their preys, a pair strangely mutated deer, Kalia and Shelen came back to the village only to see it ravaged by a group of powerful Vrocks. Without home to come back to, crying for their lost kin, both woman and child fled the carnage without looking back. Pushing the pain bakc and focusing on survival, both they tried to reach the safety of the border and of the wardstones that Shelen knew of. After more than a month spent evading the most dangerous creatures, sleeping huddled in small caves or ditches and praying to Desna for safety, they reached the West Sellen River banks in view of Kenabes. building a small raft, they manages to cross the river unseen and safely in Mendev, they camped one last time, ready to reach Kenabes on the next day. However, the spot was also on the path of a group of cultist planning to infiltrate the town. The sleeping woman and child were easy to subdue and carry to one of their hide-out and use them in one of their foul rituals.
From this time, Kalia has only faint memories: some sounds in an unknown language, figures drawing strange symbols on her and her mother, horrible visions trying to tear out her mind... But something protected her, soul and maintained her sanity, bidding her to play along until she could escape. Then, something went wrong in the ritual and instead of corrupting her, she absorbed all the energies of the ritual and making them her own, she burst through her bonds, leaped on the closest cultist, killing him and taking his weapon. Running away to escape the place, she quickly got lost in a maze of caverns only to eventually emerge hours later in view of Kenabes, barely 50 feet from where she had been captured.
Thanking Desna for her luck, she made her way carefully towards the town, erasing her tracks until she spotted a patrol of Crusaders. Throwing herself at them, she told her story, urging them to go and rescue her mother. The patrol commander, preffering to refer to his commandment, lost precious time. And by the time they had assembled a large enough party and set out to the location on the spot, two days had passed and the site was turned into an enormous mass of rubble.
Exhausted and turned half-mad by grief, the young girl was taken care of by clerics of Iomedae that accompanied the party, then released to the care of the Temple as an orphan. There, she met the Zeru family without being particularly friendly towards them. A sulking and closed up girl, Kalia kept to her own, still hoping that her mother had somehow survived and praying Desna and Iomedae daily for it. As time came to chose a profession, she opted to join the city guard rather than join the Crusaders, half by choice, half by fear of going back to the Worldwound and awakening the painful memories of her life there.
character introduction:
From her upbringing at the temple, she knows all the Iomedae worshipers of the party so the introduction will be easy. While she's closed up at the start, I'm not going to play her like that in the long run and her character will progressively open up with the others. I also want to have her always on the fence between her duty to help those in the Worldwound and her fear of it.
Edeldhur, The first part of the campaign where the group is currently is a dungeon crawl type setting. They have had 4-5 encounters and are still level one. You would not be missing much at all. You woul be level two though when you would meet the group.
Gaah! Llaelian pretty much did exactly what I was going for. Even down to the traits and adding in the desna woman. xD
Rather than submit what will look like a copycat clone or spend a lot of time brainstorming something else, I'm going to withdraw. Also, great ideas Llaelian! lol Good luck!
Tzofia
Female CG Human Rogue, Level 1, Init +4, HP 10/10, Speed AC 17, Touch 14, Flat-footed 13, Fort +1, Ref +6, Will +0, Base Attack Bonus 0
Shortbow +4 (1d6, x2)
Shortsword +4 (1d6+1, 19-20/x2)
Dagger +4 (1d4+1, 19-20/x2)
Masterwork Leather Armor (+3 Armor, +4 Dex)
Abilities Str 12, Dex 18, Con 13, Int 13, Wis 10, Cha 12
Condition None
Background:
Tzofia is a soul searching for meaning. Irrepressible from the moment she was born, Tzofia has always felt the lack of something in her life, and has been searching for it constantly. Coupled with her knack to find herself in the middle of a bad situation without realizing it, Tzofia has cultivated a persona of inane and unstoppable perkiness. Add in a little naive air, and Tzofia has a tendency to be the 'little sister' of any group she ingratiates herself into.
She is not as innocent as she portrays herself, however. She lost her parents young, and was raised by travelling from aunt to uncle to aunt to second cousin, and so forth, in various Varisian travelling groups. Tzofia has not really known any true stability in her life. When she came of age - well, she SAID she was age, as no one really remembered, aside from Tzofia, how old she truly was, the young woman wandered the world on her own. When she found herself on the wrong side of the wardstones in the World Wound - a stranger saved her until help arrived.
Since that time, Tzofia has been searching for that strange woman - Tzofia immediately felt a bond, though Tzofia could not tell how or why. Perhaps Tzofia's is an old soul looking for redemption in a younger body. Perhaps there is something lingering in Tzofia that not even Tzofia knows about, which has set her on this course.
Tzofia is a skilled liar, and will spin tells about a happy home before coming to the worldwound. There has only been one person that Tzofia confided the truth to, besides the mysterious stranger who saved her life. He was a half-elven friend she made and became completely smitten with. When he started down the path of evil, Tzofia followed, before pulling herself back, having had dreams of where it would lead. In the end, Serani mocked her, and stabbed her in the chest, leaving her to die as he wandered towards the worldwound to join with the monsters of the Abyss. Tzofia still has the scar, both emotionally and physically, from that encounter, though she tells none about it.
Tzofia, instead, throws herself forward, carelessly, hoping to find Serani and either convince him to return or to end him, before he can hurt anyone else.
But she intends to do it with a smile, making certain her companions are none the wiser for her motives.
The Truth:
Tzofia is a child full of doubt and confusion.
Tzofia's past life is partially a lie. Something she cannot even conffess to herself.
Beaten and berated and used by her father, something that he and his wife were exiled from the Varisians for, Tzofia was passed from one family to another because she was constantly lashing out, out of control, and a spirit of evil in the community.
When no one could save her, she was given provisions, and a map, and sent on her way. Her father, and passive mother, are still out there, somewhere - something Tzofia unconsciously flees from.
Serani was indeed someone she fell in love with. Someone she loved selfishly. He was the head of a local gang of street urchins when Tzofia came upon him, and Tzofia saw potential in him. So she started pushing him to become more powerful and more ruthless - more like the father she had been raised by. Tzofia, Serani and their little gang of thugs came across a ring one day - a ring that was sent into the city to be given to an influential member of society, a ring in which a demon waited to possess the wearer. Tzofia lifted it, but Serani somehow heard the demon calling him. He stabbed her to take the ring, willingly opening himself up to the demon inside, and left Tzofia for dead.
Tzofia, for some reason, could not handle the truth of that day and has rewritten her entire past, thus why her lies are so believable - she believes them.
Something in the eyes of the stranger who rescued her rang of the truth, striking a chord in the good which still resides in Tzofia, and concocted the lies of her past. That good portion of Tzofia wants to reconcile the past with Tzofia's present, and keep her firmly on the path of good. Perhaps there is even some being watching over this young child, fighting for her soul.
The Crusade:
The Crusade ... is. It's a fact of life here.
Okay, maybe it's a bad thing. Demons running around killing and seducing people, trying to take over the world. It's better to fight them and die free, then live as slaves to those monsters.
Tzofia is looking for a purpose. And having gained everything, and lost everything again in Kenebras, is the best thing she has to a home now. After all, her own people didn't want her, because of her own father. And he is SO not going to be looking in a city fighting innumerable hordes of Demons for her!
So she might as well fight as best she can to protect this place!
Party Interaction:
Tzofia doesn't know how to trust. After all, she was raised by an abusive father, kicked out of her caravan, betrayed by the man she thought she loved. Trust just isn't in her vocabulary.
However, Tzofia IS looking for a place to 'fit in'. She may have come across the party already in town, seen the way they acted with one another in a lighter moment and been drawn to that sense of friendship and kinship.
That is what Tzofia really wants. A sense of belonging. So perhaps she followed the party, has been watching them, and is waiting for the opportunity to join and 'fit in'.
As I see it, Tzofia is going to be a 'little sister' character to one, if not all, of the party. Her antics at first will be annoying and distracting, but there is immense potential for growth in this young woman desperate for that love and adoration most people gain from their families and friends. Awkward and trying too hard at first, Tzofia will settle down.
After all, she will NEED the support of friends when the mental break is discovered and the truth comes out, if she is to stay on the path of the righteous.
Miscellaneous:
Okay, done. And if picked, and if the GM allows, I am eyeing the Scout Archetype. Admittedly, it doesn't work for Tzofia's background right now. However, if the GM will let her 'grow' into the archetype, I think it could work. After all, none of the benefits start until 4th level, so GM's decision on that one.
Edehur: Garith and Mal are both Cha-characters with some social skills, but we can also split focus and afford multiple talkers, methinks.
Llaeian, we don't have much archery (any) so archer ranger could be a good addition, maybe snagging some Melee options to switch-hit?
That's easy to do with two feats :-). I wanted to also add that the ranger build will not have an animal companion but a companion bound to add 1/2 favored enemy bonus to all.
His trap-oriented skills will continue to develop as he gains levels (and if he joins up with the group at 2nd level, he'll be even more adroit at it than he is currently) and he'll also be able to supplement the group with buff-oriented spells.
His full background is in his profile, but Shard's a shy, timid fellow who wants nothing to do with excitement or danger, insisting he's just a simple cartographer. While sheepish and worrisome, he has a good heart and a strong desire to help others. Caught up in events beyond his control and changed by a chance encounter, he'll slowly come to realize he might be much more than a simple cartographer after all.
I wish to offer Chin Meyeung as a candidate for this campaign.
Human (Tian) Ninja
Character Info:
Chin Meyeung
Male Human (Tian-Shu) Ninja (Scout) 1
NG Medium Humanoid (human)
Init +6; Senses Perception +4
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Defense
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AC 16, touch 14, flat-footed 12 (+2 armor, +4 Dex)
hp 9 (1d8+1)
Fort +1, Ref +6, Will +0
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Offense
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Speed 30 ft.
Melee Wakizashi +2 (1d6+2/18-20/x2) and
. . Wakizashi +2 (1d6+1/18-20/x2)
Ranged Shortbow +4 (1d6/x3)
Special Attacks sneak attack +1d6
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Statistics
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Str 14, Dex 18, Con 12, Int 14, Wis 10, Cha 8
Base Atk +0; CMB +2; CMD 16
Feats Two-weapon Fighting, Weapon Finesse
Traits Reactionary, Exposed to Awefulness
Skills Acrobatics +8, Bluff +3, Climb +6, Disable Device +6, Escape Artist +8, Knowledge (local) +6, Perception +4, Sense Motive +4, Sleight of Hand +8, Stealth +8, Swim +6, Use Magic Device +3
Languages Abyssal, Celestial, Common, Tien
SQ poison use
Other Gear Leather armor, Shortbow, Wakizashi, Wakizashi, 20 GP
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Special Abilities
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Poison Use You do not risk poisoning yourself accidentally while poisoning a weapon.
Sneak Attack +1d6 +1d6 damage if you flank your target or your target is flat-footed.
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Background:
Chin was surrendered to the Celestial Temple of the Golden Eagle when he was a baby. His father had caused his family great dishonor, and this act of forfeiting his first male child was to be his first step towards restoring his family's honor. Chin knows nothing of his family but around the age of 5 he was told his father had passed away before being able to restore honor to the Meyeung family.
At the age of 16, Chin's training at the Temple was completed and he was released into the world which was so foreign to him. As Chin began to look for work he realized that the Meyeung name belonged to a great noble family in the Province, however all knew of the taint the name carried. He found himself shunned by everyone. No one would talk to him, let alone tell him what his father did to dishonor the bloodline.
Chin left the Tian Xia lands and sought out a place to create a new life. His fairly uneventful travels have brought him to Kenebras.
Description:
Chin is quiet, polite and far too trusting of others. He has found it difficult to acclimate into a foreign culture and is quite awkward in most of his interactions with others. He bears a burned scar on the left side of his face and ear, which he suspects had something to do with his father's dishonor.
Campaign Trait:
Exposed to Awfulness: In an attempt to gain power from an abyssal contract, Chin's father had offered him as sacrifice in a ceremony. Things went terribly wrong during the ritual which ended up in Chin being burned by demon fire. Being a baby, Chin has no memory of this event. All attempts to heal the scar have been unsuccessful.
Years ago, in a completely different world it would seem, when heroes were still part of everydays' life, Zeriax was found by Tagrin. As an already very able combatant and adventurer, she was scouring the Worldwound with a definite purpose – to weed out a devilish cell that had been bringing sour pain to the region.
Together with her adventuring band, they found their job cut out for them – the she-devil had entrenched deep in one of the many archaic ruins of the region, and surrounded herself by a mix of trained humanoids, in a structured hierarchy kept in order by her outlander lieutenants.
In the end they managed to spear through and lay their monstrous commander down, only to discover she had a child with her – not a devil child, but a celestial child, that clung to her lifeless body as if she gad been his... mother?
The first impulse of the group was to put it down immediately, but Tagrin recognized something in the creature that, even completely alone, held on to its dear existence, roaring defiantly at the ones who had assailed its home, and murdered his matron.
She took him in, against the will of the others, carrying him back all he way with her to Qiang Tian. In spite of clearly not being a devil, the young creature acted as if bestial and animal like – it ran the length of the compound over and over again, it growled and attacked any that attempted to approach it, seemingly having absorbed all the evil that had surrounded him, Irori knows for how long.
Tagrin had more than one strong discussion with other senior members of the Order about having Zeriax staying with them – his behaviour disturbed the peace and contemplation of the mountain top monastery – he would scream hours on end during the night, was considered dangerous and attacked the monks therein more than once. She did not allow them to expel him though, she followed him closeby, night and day, slept when he slept, ran when he ran, and even when he took off across the cold snow, running madly without destination, she followed until he fell exhausted, sleeping, picked him up and brought him back to the monastery.
It was one dawn, when Tagrin was starting to feel also affected by the child's disturbance, that Zeriax regained the awareness of himself again, staring at the rising sun, in a rooftop that became his favourite place in the whole monastery for the years to come – he stared at the searing orb, it burned through his skull, his spirit calmed, and he cried.
Zeriax has trained with Tagrin for many years – his body and mind are attuned, able for combat – he is disciplined, agile, quick and strong – his master is proud of all he has accomplished, from the most contradictory of natures – a celestial child found in the den of a she-devil that apparently took him as her own – reaching a state of balance she had never dared to hope possible for him – yet he has prevailed.
However, Zeriax has nightmares almost every night – flashes of caring faces he does not recognize, of a devilish visage that strangely transmits him an uncanny sense of calm... He does not know their name, but he knows they must be from his past, they HAVE to be – the nightmares haunt him to this day – filled with dreadful images of unspeakable horror, murder, evisceration, and worse – there have been times when he thought he would not be able to stand it any more – but Tagrin was always there when he woke up, offering him the morning tea, and urging him out of bed into his monk training, purging his head from the horrors with extenuating exercise.
He has come to find balance in his life – the nightmares are still there almost every night, but he has learned to deal with them, trying to find meaning and familiar faces – some nights are harder than others, but he has find enough peace to deal with it all, though within he longs to understand more, about his true nature, his ascendancy, what h he was before he became what he is – and that was why he left Tagrin and the Monastery.
From their seclusive mountain top, he had felt it – maybe he was still more attuned to the Worldwound than he thought – but he felt it clearly one dark night – the nightmares were worse than he could remember – there was a sense of urgency, of impending doom behind the haze in his head – it throbbed as if something had changed, almost as if calling out to him – when he woke up drenched in sweat Tagrin was there – without a word she eased him back to sleep, but on the next morning he left the monastery [OOC: Please refer to the spoilered dialogue on the alias link ;)]
Travels:
It was a long travel from the monastery to the Worldwound, and Zeriax kept on discovering much about himself – he learned about the wild and survivability, his own abilities and awareness allowing him an almost second natured attunement to its ways – he learned the ways of the city, after finding himself forced to work for more than six months to gain enough to continue his trip – after such a long time in seclusion, he learned for the first time how to deal with others, their aspirations and fears, and found he was a good listener and advisor, understanding and empathizing with motivations so different from his own.
It was truly a journey for the young Aasimar (it felt strange knowing what he was – he had read and learned about it from his masters – still it seemed detached now, after Tagrin had shared with him all the details of how he had come to the monastery in the first place) – it mattered not though, the time for self doubt has been long over for Zeriax – learning about himself is a process, and one that he knows will continue until he passes from this world – travelling to the Worldwound is just another step – there are still many more to come.
Description:
Zeriax is an unusual Plumekith – his head is shaved, his skin is darkened, and it has always been like that according to Tagrin – the only telltale of his ascendancy are his eagle like amber eyes, and his demeanor in combat - taking action at the spur of the moment when his abilities seem needed, rushing into the heat of battle to face off against what he deems as evildoers. Most of the time, he is a quiet, pondered one, but there his convictions are deepset – much more than the disciplined training rubbed off from his time at the monastery, making him a stern adherent to the cause of good and order.
His posture denounces the strict training endured – he carries himself with confidence and is constantly aware of his surroundings – dressing in plain travelling clothing, he travels light, with but a backpack and a bow at his back. Onlookers will definitely notice the many quivers holding varied types of ammunition, neatly stacked and identified by their distinctly coloured feathers. At his waist dangle a pair of simple, roughly hewn iron knuckles.
Some random notes on why I built Zeriax like I have:
I have built Zeriax around what I know is considered a straightforward class and archetype – the Zen Archer :D But in my head, he is much more than that – I have taken the liberty to take a look at the group that is already in game and, together what I believe to be his strengths and weaknesses, built his skill set to accommodate knowledges, skills and capabilities that I think will be a good complement to what is already in place.
Bottom line, he is an able infiltrator, able to deal with traps and disable them as needed [of course he is still only level two :D]. Already he provides some decent ranged support, which will improve significantly in two levels. He packs knowledges that complement what the group already has plus Local, since I would like to play him as someone that has arrived some time ago, having the opportunity to make himself acquainted with the dynamics of the place.
I hesitated a LOT between investing in Diplomacy or Intimidation, both for the character concept itself, but also for what I have heard about the AP, and what I have read about the importance of Charisma, Leadership, etc. In the end, I have gone with Intimidation for two main reasons – on the one hand, the group already packs a very decent ability towards social skills, and on the other I wanted to try and play him not as the “guy who will murder you if you don't tell him what he wants to know” but as the “guy who is on a mission, and will not be deterred because some misguided one is not willing to cooperate” kind of intimidator.
Apoogies for the multiple walls of text, I tend to get carried away :D
DM Variel and all, thanks for your consideration. As requested, you'll find the character sheet in the following spoiler.
Kalia character sheet:
Kalia Shelendottir
Female Human (Kellid) Ranger (Urban Ranger) 2
CG Medium Humanoid (human)
Init +4; Senses Perception +7
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Defense
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AC 17, touch 14, flat-footed 13 (+3 armor, +4 Dex)
hp 19 (2d10+3)
Fort +4, Ref +7, Will +2
Defensive Abilities
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Offense
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Speed 30 ft.
Melee Rapier +3 (1d6+1/18-20/x2)
Ranged Masterwork Composite longbow (Str +1) +7 (1d8+1/x3)
Special Attacks favored enemy (evil outsiders +2)
Ranger (Urban Ranger) Spells Prepared (CL 0):
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Statistics
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Str 12, Dex 18, Con 13, Int 12, Wis 14, Cha 8
Base Atk +2; CMB +3; CMD 17
Feats Point Blank Shot, Precise Shot, Skill Focus (Stealth) (Focused Study)
Traits Demon-proof mind, Stolen Fury
Skills Bluff +1 (+3 vs. evil outsiders), Climb +5, Disable Device +9, Knowledge (dungeoneering) +6 (+8 vs. evil outsiders), Knowledge (geography) +5 (+7 vs. evil outsiders), Knowledge (local) +6 (+8 vs. evil outsiders), Perception +7 (+9 vs. evil outsiders), Profession (soldier) +7, Sense Motive +2 (+4 vs. evil outsiders), Stealth +12, Survival +7 (+9 vs. evil outsiders, +8 to track), Swim +5
Languages Abyssal, Common, Hallit
SQ combat styles (archery), track, wild empathy
Combat Gear Holy water (2), Oil (2);
Other Gear Masterwork Studded leather armor, Arrows (40), Blunt arrows (20), Cold Iron Arrows (30), Masterwork Composite longbow (Str +1), Rapier, Backpack, masterwork, Belt pouch, Chalk, Flint and steel, Grappling arrow, Hooded lantern, waterproof, Mess kit, Sewing needle, Silk rope, Thieves' tools, Waterskin, 141 GP, 9 CP
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Special Abilities
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Favored Enemy (Evil Outsiders +2) (Ex) +2 to rolls vs Favored Enemy (Evil Outsiders).
Point Blank Shot +1 to attack and damage rolls with ranged weapons at up to 30 feet.
Precise Shot You don't get -4 to hit when shooting or throwing into melee.
Track +1 Add the listed bonus to survival checks made to track.
Wild Empathy +1 (Ex) Improve the attitude of an animal, as if using Diplomacy.
First thank you all for your submissions. There was some very good backgrounds and a difficult choice. That being said Zeriax was chosen but I will remember the rest of you should another replacement be needed.
First thank you all for your submissions. There was some very good backgrounds and a difficult choice. That being said Zeriax was chosen but I will remember the rest of you should another replacement be needed.
Good luck to everyone in getting in other games.
Thanks for the consideration. Have a good game all.
Unfortunately we had another casualty to our game so there is a position available again. Asking the group for their recommendation they indicated a divine caster to provides buffs and some healing to complement the melee oracle in the group. Since there is already an oracle and a paladin, I am not worried so much about the group needing healing myself. The rest of the party consists of a dwarf wizard, human barbarian, and a human zen archer.
We are halfway through book 1 and at third level. Character creation guidelines are as follows...
Character creation guidelines:
Only paizo material, no third party sources
20 pt build
2 traits, 1 of which must be a campaign trait as it ties in to the mythic campaign and has ramifications for later.
Average starting wealth. The group has not divided wealth yet so you will get your share when the time comes.
2 hero points
1 bonus skill point upon creation that must go into a profession, craft, or perform which represents your ability to make a living.
No gunslingers
Must be able to post at least once per day
we are a group that likes RP and character interactions as much if not more than the combats in some instances.
Hey! I've been lurking on this game for a while. I'm thinking of a Keleshite Bard with the Songhealer Archetype. Or maybe a Suli-Jann if you allow races from the Advanced Race Guide.
The bard would be a caster and support person and a devout Sarenraean. sic He would also advance down the Trickster path.
About me personally, I post 3-5 times per day and I think I'm GMing one of your players in another game. I live in the central time zone and I'm pretty active all day.
Question for the GM, Bards aren't proficient in Scimitars as it turns out, can I trade the proficiency with the rapier for one with the Scimitar. I don't want to be a Dawnflower Dervish but I do want Hajar nar Jundi to use the scimitar as it fits his Kelesh background and his devotion to Sarenrae.
FYI the human barbarian uses a scimitar already. Not that it would prevent you from still creating a character of that flavor but it may make it harder to divide up loot.
As for the advanced races, I prefer core or common races over the uncommon ones. Again this is not a hard and fast ruling but something to consider. If needed to decide between two applicants and one is an uncommon race then that would be a tie breaker in the others favor.
Decided to scrap the entire Kelesh idea and go Taldan. This way I'm not competing with the Barbarian for scimitars.
Here is Nilus Romani, Taldan Bard and Crusader. A former member of the Taldan Lions who found himself separated from his unit once again after the explosion at the Kite.
Nilus grew up in Taldor hearing about the Worldwound and its effects in the North. He traveled North with a group of idealistic knights from Oppora. As their Bannerbearer, Nilus was responsible for keeping morale up and keeping them rallied in battle. During a skirmish with a group of cultists he was separated from his unit, the Taldan Lions, and was rescued by a beautiful woman with a Desnan holy symbol. This Chance Encounter, changed his carefree outlook on life and made him a more hardbitten crusader. With the destruction of the Kite and the invasion of Kenabres Nilus has taken a role in rallying the defenders of the city in repelling the demonic horde.
I was looking through the party's sheets and noticed that the Barbarian has taken the Marshal's trait. GM, are the traits tied to the mythic path in this PbP as in, will Ryu be going into the Marshal's path? If so then the Tricksters path will change Nilus somewhat, his personality won't be the same. I'll edit his story a little to reflect this.
Nilus grew up in Taldor hearing about the Worldwound and its effects in the North. He traveled North with a group of idealistic knights from Oppora. As their Bannerbearer, Nilus was responsible for keeping morale up and keeping them rallied in battle. During a skirmish with a group of cultists he was separated from his unit, the Taldan Lions, and was rescued by a beautiful woman with a Desnan holy symbol. This Chance Encounter, changed his outlook on life turning him from an idealistic Crusader who took himself way too seriously, to a fun loving rogue who kept everyone smiling. With the destruction of the Kite and the invasion of Kenabres Nilus has taken a role in rallying the defenders of the city in repelling the demonic horde.
Personality: Nilus is a happy go lucky guy, he has a devil may care attitude about life and fails to take the small things seriously. There are however a couple of things he does take seriously, Desna and the Crusade. He is a diligent crusader and very religious Desnan. His witty songs about stuck up Crusaders have won him quite a few friends among the underclass and commoners of Kenabres.
