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"I'm so sorry! Sometimes I just say whatever is in my head." Amara has gone pale.

"Such a loss of freedom. . . "" She's shocked by the mutilation.

-Posted with Wayfinder


I would love to get into a campaign. I can generally post every day, even multiple times.

I usually play fighter/tank types, so I could do that, but I want to try a wizard or maybe a cleric, if you need one. I'll play anything that makes the campaign better.

Thanks!


Norn Sentor wrote:
Cyberwolf2xs wrote:

Hmm... Yeah, maybe it's a code.

O M C L O S E D could be...
some cold
comes old
eco molds
doc moles

You also forgot G and O from his opening post. codes everywhere!

Clearly it's a command: LOSE CLOG MOOD.


Kaeso looks around at the gathered adventurers, agape in amazement. We never saw people like this down on the farm!, he thought. He took another sip of his beer and tried to stare without looking like he was staring. He failed miserably.


Human Fighter, Kaeso.

Born on a farm near the Stolen Lands, Kaeso never felt any calling to adventure. His faith was in the land and in working his family's farm. A big boy with natural strength, he was well suited for farm work, and looked for nothing more ambitious than settling down and marrying the neighbor girl, Bariya.

Then the raiders came.

Kaeso was mending fences on the southern part of the farm, an endless task--once one end of the fence was done, the other was invariably falling apart. He had just finished trimming a new board to fit when he heard the sound of horses, and saw the bandits, masked and armed. They rode through the farm, heading for the comfortable log cabin that he and his younger brothers and sisters (all ten of them) shared with their parents. Full of fear, but even more, anger, Kaeso whistled for his horse, leapt on its back, and grabbed the board.

"Come on out, old man, and give us your money, and we'll leave peacefully," said the leader.

One of his men smashed open the cistern that collected rainwater off the roof. 'Well, almost peacefully," laughed the leader.

Kaeso saw the men surrounding the house. He counted: one, two. . . five men. They hadn't noticed his approach yet, and weren't watching their rear. They must be new at this. _As new as me_, he thought. Now or never!

He drove his horse at a gallop at the nearest man, and swung the board. Crack! He reeled in the saddle. Then Kaeso, steering the horse with his knees, aimed at the leader, clutching the board with all his might. He might have one blow, if he were lucky.

"Who are you---" the leader never got a chance to finish. Kaeso hit him in the chin with an uppercut, the full weight of the horse's charge behind him. The leader fell back, hanging by his stirrups, neck making an unnatural angle. Their leader dead, the rest of the raiders fled. They hadn't expected the farmers to fight _back_.

* * *

Life went back to normal on the farm. His father had embraced him, calling him "my brave strong boy", but expected him to milk the cows again in the morning. Kaeso's heart wasn't in it. He had no more faith in himself as a farmer. In fact, he wanted to test out the talents he had discovered in himself. _Could I be a swordsman?_ Perhaps he could make life better for all the farmers if he learned to fight. Besides, the moment when he had killed the bandit had been the most thrilling of his life.

One morning, before dawn, he packed up his belongings on his favorite horse, and left town, without even saying goodbye to his girl Bariya. She deserved someone whose heart was in farming, and his no longer was. His faith was now in power.

Traits: Pioneer. Likes horses.

Note: I'm a pathfinder newbie, running games for my daughters. I'd like to play a game too, both for fun and to make it better for my kids. I used to play D&D 30 years ago.