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Diego Rossi wrote:
Can I add all my hate to this spammer? Spamming the forum is bad enough, but spamming the reviews (and with a 1 star review for a good product too).

He even spammed the store blog post for the book.

Let your mouse fall upon that Flag button like the sword of Ragathiel.

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I support Andrej Pejic in whatever he chooses to wear.

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Coming forward about sexual abuse can be difficult. It can be because of fear, shame, the pain of exposing something that one may have attempted to bury. So it can take a long time for some. Some never do, even to their families or other loved ones.

I can't imagine how much more difficult doing so publicly must be.

I want to wait until further details come out too, but I have to pipe in and say that the delay can be understandable.

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Rysky wrote:
Mikaze wrote:
Charlie Brooks wrote:

I think it would help if some examples were given of these plot-driving, order-giving, Mary Sue NPCs.

Really, there's only one NPC I can think of that can really be considered plot-essential in the Adventure Paths I've played. That would be Ameiko in Jade Regent, and even she can be written out by the end of Book One if desired.

But how could anyone consider Ameiko a GMPC? She's been likable as hell all through our Jade Regent campai-

Oh...right. Highlights.

Also Asian. Therefore GMPC.

My God.

Spoiler:
good thing she's not weilding the magical katana, otherwise I don't think the campaign could withstand the strain of her GMPC-induced gravitational forces

In all seriousness, I remember hearing from our GM that the JR subforum was thoroughly derailed for a time because one person just could not get over their hatred for that one NPC. Geez.

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Charlie Brooks wrote:

I think it would help if some examples were given of these plot-driving, order-giving, Mary Sue NPCs.

Really, there's only one NPC I can think of that can really be considered plot-essential in the Adventure Paths I've played. That would be Ameiko in Jade Regent, and even she can be written out by the end of Book One if desired.

But how could anyone consider Ameiko a GMPC? She's been likable as hell all through our Jade Regent campai-

Oh...right. Highlights.

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I can't recall one NPC from a Pathfinder adventure I would call a Mary Sue.

And characters with rich backgrounds don't work as allies?! I know that having background material to draw upon when conversing with those allies has only helped immersion and further illustrating the world. As a player, I greatly appreciate it because it helps a LOT with investment.

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GreyWolfLord wrote:
You can have tons of plot and mystery (and in many cases more) if you devote more to plot options and puzzles rather than a two to four page write up on an NPC and their history which most PC's won't ever see or use anyways unless it becomes a GMPC.

Except more background info on the NPC gives the GM more to base his characterization on and more knowledge of how they fit into what's going on. I'd guess roughly half the 2-page write ups are the villains anyway.

Even if the players never actually learn all the history, that doesn't mean the background doesn't affect the game. That's what background is for.

It also has the added benefit of being more entertaining to read. That's not a negligible perk. In fact, it keeps a lot of us reading even if we're unlikely to ever run the adventure in question.

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so we just had the Armasse session

Spoiler:
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definitely going to have to compress a bit now

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Y'know, I'm starting to consider GMPC to be as abused and meaningless a term as "Mary Sue". Or "emo".

Especially since it seems to ultimately come down to be "character I don't like".

NPC in a position of authority? GMPC!

NPC with a fully fleshed out backstory? GMPC!

NPC with a unique background? GMPC!

NPC suggested to be loyal to the PCs and support them? GMPC!

NPC with suggested character development and reactions to the PCs actions? GMPC!

NPC important to the setting? GMPC!

NPC that's more a part of the scenery than an actual NPC meant to be interacting with the party? GMPC!

Does that NPC have highlights in her hair? Oh you better believe she's getting called a GMPC.

Just a trend I've started noticing almost right after getting involved with the game.

edit-WOW that came out bitter.


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Chellaigh slowly pulled herself free of sleep, difficult though it was. She should have known better than to rest her head after the healing with the task at hand tonight, but the blessedly dreamless sleep had been too great a temptation. She didn't have to go back to the screaming and the smell of burning flesh or the memory of her skull cracking open. She didn't have to go back to the faces of her children.

She knew that relief wouldn't last long. Those stretches of peaceful sleep after her treatments were growing shorter each time.

She sat up, propping a thick arm on one bent knee. The light past the ragged sheet that now served as her door was growing dim. Not long until night now.

The Kellid grasped her nearby axe and propped herself up on her feet. She tried to ignore the popping in her legs and back. She knew people thought she was older than she truly was because of her weathered appearance, but she certainly felt that old. It was all catching up to her.

Don't even think about it. You still have work to do, she thought. Steiga's words of Veserda the Owl's offer echoed through her head. Maybe it's worth one more try.

She stepped out of the shack to be greeted by the sickly sunset the Wallers were all too familiar with, as the sun settled past the miasma of the Wound. The light cast through that cursed land was twisted, coloring the walls in nauseating hues and throwing warped shadows right at the edge of the wardstone of Kenabre's influence.

No one that had lived their entire lives in Kenabres romanticized sunsets. No one sane, at least. Already the other Wallers were finding reasons to stay inside what passed for their homes. Evenings tended to be the quietest time of the day in this part of town.

It hardly bothered Chellaigh anymore. The world looked like that to her all the time now.

She fastened her axe to the strap on her back and set off.

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...but he was wearing the symbol of Iomedae about his neck, so perhaps he was simply delivering a message to the temple as well. It is unlikely that a tiefling would be acting in such a public manner for the church itself. Enyana mentally compiled and weighed her deductions and inferences and wild guesses as she climbed the steps up to Blackwing. His features suggest possible Taldan and Kellid heritage. His center of gravity seemed slightly off, possibly- She shook her head as she entered the Librarium, not wanting to commit another faux-pas or mid-step collision within its halls.

After checking in, she went to Quendys' study intending to speak on the matter of Aravashnial and the book that her mentor and entrusted to her. There was no answer when she knocked upon the door. She managed to restrain herself as she leaned in close to listen at the door. She just knew the elf had thoroughly slandered her, but while she wasn't going to let it stand unchallenged she was certainly not going to be caught skulking about. No, she would handle this matter upfront and head-on.

With some measure of reforged determination and a "Hmphf!", she turned and went to see to whatever work had been left for her back in the main hall.

There wasn't much by the look of things. Two other students seemed to be working enough for three. Enyana could guess who had instructed them to do so. He's still on my side, she reassured herself with a smile.

Even better, the two students, thick Nade who was far too sweaty for Enyana to ever be comfortable trusting him with books and Vio who let her blond curls spill out of her hood in a manner that was sure to get caught in something someday, were both complaining quietly to each other. About Aravashnial.

"No, I won't dispute that the man is unbearable, but I don't think he's racist." Nade said from his precarious position on the ladder.

"Well I'm sure he's thrown "round-ear" around before," said Vio, handing books one by one upwards.

"Did you hear that though?"

"Others have!"

Nade sighed. "There's plenty of hate the bastard already. Despise him for something legitimate. Like for a complete lack of social grace. You know, like..."

Enyana sensed the opportunity and struck, walking right up to the cart and joining conversation and the chain of hands moving the books without announcing herself. "Gods, I know! Right? And then there's all the prying into other people's business. And the lying."

Nade and Vio both gawked at her unexpected appearance and interjection. Enyana understood their reaction as surprise at the revelation of Aravashnial's latest transgression against the student body. "I'm still not entirely certain just what he does here, but I've come to doubt it completely counterbalances the harm he's doing with his constant erosion of morale and backstabbing students he might percieve as a professional threat." Oh, she was on a roll now!

Nade managed an uncomfortable "Uh...", looking much like a deer on the edge of bolting. Vio was much more blunt about what she was thinking. "Excuse...me. What are you doing?" She seemed genuinely at a loss, looking at Enyana as if examining a some bizarre new form of life.

"I'm commiserating." Enyana explained helpfully, still feeling the rush of unfamiliar comraderie with her fellow students against a common foe. The unchanged and unbelieving looks on Nade and Vio's faces began to douse that enthusiasm. "Because we don't like Aravashnial?"

Nade snorted before catching himself. Vio didn't bother holding the sentiment back, "Gods, does that even make a difference to you? You don't like anyone here."

Enyana leaned back as if struck. "I..." She found herself evaluating her perception of how other people percieved her, wondering if perhaps she had underestimated their jealousy of her talents. Vio didn't let up once she saw that her words had drawn blood. "Seriously, too good to give any of us the time of day. Teacher's favorite. Generally unpleasant. Always looking down on the rest of us. And..." She glanced up at Nade, who seemed to not want anything to do with where this was going. "A complete lack of social grace." Vio folded her arms, looking down at the girl she was taking apart bit by bit with not one hint of enjoyment in her face. Even through the shock, Enyana could tell this was all anger coming from her.

"I...have plenty of social grace." Enyana protested, slamming a book back onto the cart. "That I don't waste time on pleasantries with my envious lessers doesn't mean that I can't be friendly." She realized she had just sabotaged her own case almost immediately.

Vio smirked mirthlessly. "Case in point. I can spot a jackal when I see one, and I don't have time for one jumping in and pretending all's well while tearing into another. You and Aravashnial are the same." Another crushing blow struck. Vio folded her arms before dealing the killing blow. "Hey, if you could run along and let us peons get back to work, that would be great. Some of us have actual work to do instead of having everything handed to us. Especially since we just got handed your work on top of it all."

If the woman had been a sneering conniver like Zakry, it would have been easier to deal with. To rationalize and brush off. But with Vio, the girl she had been jealous of for her poise even as she struggled with magics Enyana had mastered years ago, it seemed all the more stark and brutal. Enyana knew she was disliked. She didn't know she was disliked so intensely. "I'm not..." She was angry. And hurt. Her voice shook and her ears burned. "I don't have to prove anything to you."

She spun and stalked off towards the main doors.

"About time someone told her off." Nade said softly, thinking the retreating girl couldn't hear.

Vio didn't bother obscuring her voice. "I can't stand hypocrites."

Enyana kept her eyes forward as she checked out, the confused looking librarian looking back and forth between her angry, quivering face and whatever in the hall could have caused it. But as standoffish as the girl had always been, the librarian didn't check any further than that.

Enyana made it outside before the tears rolled forth.

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She actually half-Mwangi/half-Kellid. Both sides are going to come up here and there. And one half of that equation might be important to a conclusion some might be able to draw already but will definitely be able to by the next couple of entries. ;) (some of us were honestly a bit surprised)

Gonna have to compress a bit for a while in order to catch up. D: Checking with everyone to make sure everybody gets certain key points they'd like in.

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Haven't had any real time to truly dig in yet, but:

I am so happy the Ouat dwarves have gone from being pointedly ignored to getting spotlight time in multiple books with the span of two months. :D

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I can't help but imagine Razmiri PR needing to be downright creepy to outside eyes, like North Korean propaganda.

I also can't help but think Razmiri PR needs to be downright hilariously inept to outside eyes too, like North Korean propaganda.

Because there is something downright perverse about how quickly our reactions can swiftly oscillate between "HAHAHAHHA" and "oh God there are people really having to live with this", where the laughter turns to tears turns to laughter we begin to suspect may now be a refuge.

That's probably how I'd try to build up some, though not all, Razmiri propaganda: Laughable in most venues outside Razmiran itself, unable to be taken seriously at all by most folk.

Once PCs get to Razmiran, it stops being funny immediately upon being face to face with horrible, tragic context.

It's a very specific and creepy dynamic you can't really pull off with Cheliax, Nidal, or Geb.

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Jeff Erwin wrote:
TritonOne wrote:
Jeff Erwin wrote:

(PS)

On this - technically, according to the OGL license, no real world, presently worshipped, deities should be used in OGL works.

The reason is fairly obvious - it's patently offensive. It was a mistake, in my opinion, for D&D to present real religions in this manner. If one can't depict the religions in a broadly accurate way, they shouldn't be in the game, at least with alignments and game mechanics attached.

Several of my favourite games do depict RW religions - Pendragon, the World of Darkness games, and Ars Magica among them. They have to do so with a great deal of care. Because of the way divine magic works in d20/PF, there's a bit of a problem, because it tends to take the mystery and the theology out of things. So PF has a bit more issues depicting the complexity of belief than say, Call of Cthulhu, where it's pretty much up for interpretation.

I guess that the same can be said for the naming of demons and devils in Dungeons & Dragons and Pathfinder when names are taken from Jewish and Christian demonology. For example, Asmodeus appears in the Book of Tobit.
Very few people worship Asmodeus, at least on our planet. He's always been an antagonist (and never a god, per se) - from his beginnings in Zoroasterian demonology, though the source of his name does contain the Pahlavi Aesma Daeva - daeva = deva, which is now translated as "god" from Sanskrit. But he doesn't really correspond to a Hindu deity.

A better comparison might be if Pathfinder's Peacock Spirit started using the Melek Taus name and swiping other RL elements from the Peacock Angel that's only been mentioned in The Great Beyond so far. With the Peacock Angel, there's a lot of ambiguity involved and doors left open along with a positive portrayal. Folding that entity into the Peacock Spirit would lock it all in and turn Melek Taus' Golarion equivalent into a straight villain.

(that the Yazidi have endured persecution, including genocide, for their frequently misunderstood and misinterpreted beliefs throughout their history would make it an even greater misstep)

I imagine carefulness about that sort of thing helped inform some of the choices that went into the recent Old Gods of Osirion article, where the only evil deities are pointedly the ones that Ancient Egyptians considered to be jerks anyway.

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Ross Byers wrote:
rando1000 wrote:

I don't generally go in for the alignment as ideology interpretation. Alignment seems to me to be more about how a person INTERACTS with the prevailing ideologies around them.

Lawful Good - Will follow the law unless it's evil, most of the time.
Lawful Neutral - Will follow the law and not care about whether or not it's evil.
Lawful Evil - Will follow the law, but will abuse it for their own benefit even to the point of harming/killing others.

Law is not Legal.

Exhibit A: The Mafia

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DM_aka_Dudemeister wrote:
Slowly though they learned the lesson, "the strong protect the weak."

Now that cultural seed is something I absolutely can get behind for orcs. It offers range, allows for values dissonance between races, and is appropriately "orcish". :D The Nirmathi orcs I had to make for my PC's background had a similar outlook expressed by the one that founded their culture and led them out of Belkzen.

I'd love to see enclaves like this showing Sarenites actually succeeding at redeeming people, both as a "proof of concept" and to offer some cultural options for players.

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New Paladin ability: Smite False Dilemma

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Letting my eyes glaze over after the first post with all the appearances of Jade Regent and Wrath of the Righteous in this thread. Playing in(and enjoying) both.

GreyWolfLord wrote:
Am I wrong on this? If this is a trend, do people really want all these DMPCs?

Personally, I totally want those fully fleshed out NPCs. I don't see an NPC becoming a GMPC just because they have a big or highly visible role in the campaign.

And honestly, those characters are a huge part of the draw the APs have for me, whether I'm GMing Curse of the Crimson Throne or playing Jade Regent and Wrath of the Righteous. When I play the game, I want to immerse in the world. And fleshed out NPCs you can invest in and care about one way or another is a critical part of that. I would be bored to tears if they were nothing more than props or worse, completely disposable names like what the old DCC tagline used to tout as a virtue. I've never been interested in that kind of game, so that particular "old school" paradigm is something I'm happy to leave behind.

There are entire product lines that cater to that style of play of course, like the aforementioned DCC modules. I'd rather see Pathfinder continue doing its thing rather than dumping one of the big things that drew me, and a lot of other folks I'd wager, to it in the first place.

(and honestly, hearing WotR compared to Jade Regent as far as NPC richness just makes me even more excited to have just started playing it as well :D)

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Absolutely agreed with mikawmids and Rob. Any time a player gets attatched to an NPCs is more than just cause to keep that NPCs around and emphasized if need be, regardless of what's actually written. :)

(and with PCs, you never know just who they'll gravitate towards ;) )

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@Foghammer: Thanks. I'm actually going to get back to working on homebrew now since...well...this thread probably isn't going to get rerailed at this point.

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I personally dislike enemy races, and think Gygax's and Arneson's relegation of beings that are not plain "humans with hats" as the quintessential bad guys was a terrible idea.

The "Always Chaotic Evil" trope has always disturbed me, from my earliest days with the game. Not just as a matter of principle, but because it leads to some very ugly territory, such as the "good guys" engaging in genocide, child killing, and all that other stuff that makes it perverse to even say the game is about genuine good vs evil at that point.

I just don't see a need for entire races of people to be tagged as evil and "okay to kill" in order to have a solid Good vs. Evil fantasy game when organizations fill that role so much more cleanly.

Barong wrote:
I guess you haven't played World of Warcraft in awhile, because the writers have swung the orcs right back to being evil again, with them gleefully cheering the slaughter of Theramore. It really makes you not want to play an orc in Warcraft anymore.

Well that's really disheartening to read on top of everything else. :(

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NG, both in frequency and in averages.

I generally prefer to play compassionate heroes. Some might be rough around the edges, some might be somewhat jaded, some might be relative innocents. But across the board, playing a character that's genuinely out to help people and make the world a better place and has a shot at really making a visible difference has a lot of appeal.

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"Please, don't do this."

"I didn't think you were the sort to beg for your life."

"I'm not pleading for my life. I'm pleading for yours."

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General Banton of the Eagle Watch crusader company had seemed disappointed by his letter as well, though Enyana was grateful to note that he took it much more civily. The middle-aged Andoren soldier had tapped the table in thought before asking her to inform Quendys that he would be sending another missive soon, with the hopes that he would reconsider in the meantime. She found herself wondering just what her mentor, or perhaps the Librarium itself, had gotten involved. The general had actually thanked her for her time though, which was certainly a step up from dealing with the likes of Gwerm. She rather appreciated the general. He was professional.

She was also grateful the company headquarters were based within the city itself, not that Quendys would ever send her out amidst the lot stationed outside Kenabre's walls. Not that Quendys would doubt her ability to handle herself, of course.

At least the final letter was a bit less conspicuous. And she had a decent idea what it concerned. The murals in the main hall did need touching up at the very least. The battlemages of Old Kenabres were barely recognizable now and there were numerous heroes that had come along in the past two decades more than deserving of their place in the history illustrated along the hall's interior.

Battlemages...perhaps that's it..., she thought as she turned the corner to her destination down the street in Northern Gate District. Most of Blackwing's students planned on joining the crusade, either on the front lines or in supporting roles, such as the staff of Blackwing itself. Perhaps there was pressure from people like General Banton for the Librarium to take a more direct role in the conflict. But the work Quendys did was surely more valuable than mere extra muscle, arcane or otherwise. But what of his students?

She frowned to herself at that thought. She wondered how Quendys would react if she voiced an intention to join one of the crusader companies. She felt she knew, and she didn't know whether she would have appreciated the concern or offended in his lack of confidence in her. Not that I've been making a particularly compelling case for my own competence, lately.

The sight of the Temple of Shelyn broke her out of her brooding. The building was stunning, impressive on both an aesthetic and technical level. The building may have been half-workshop on the inside, but the outside certainly looked utterly complete and finished, even as she knew it wasn't. The mixture of stone sculpture and wood carving built into the exterior walls gave it a rather organic look, as if the place was grown as much as built. Enyana felt that she could get lost tracing the flowing designs of vines, birds, and angels for hours on end, finding the patterns hidden within its composition. Another day, perhaps.

The acolytes within and without were polite and pleasant in manner, as she expected, though they seemed more inclined towards small talk than she was comfortable with. She had difficulty knowing just what to say when a frustratingly pretty priestess complimented her on her attire, which she just knew had to be a backhanded insult, or when a handsome Garundi man asked her which of the sculptures outside drew her eye the most and why. That had certainly left her at a loss for an answer. And that was not a feeling she particularly enjoyed.

She was relieved to finally be shown to the elder priestess of the house, Rosekeeper Cybilia, tending the gardens. It felt rather odd to be looking down at the highest authority of the house, who remained on her knees in the grass and dirt, but the old woman held a somewhat regal bearing about herself. Though as with all the Shelynites she had met, she seemed a tad bit too familiar for having just met her. "Ah yes, let me see that then, dear." She reached up with dirt-stained fingers to take the letter and read it where she sat alongside her trowel and plants. Enyana waited, as she had with the others, and was pleased to see the old woman smile and nod to herself. The mage took that as confirmation of her suspicions regarding the final letter.

The Rosekeeper folded the letter and tucked it away within her apron, smiling the smile of the kindly and elderly up at Enyana. "Please dear, if you will, do tell Quendys that we would love to help. In fact, I'll be coming by with some help tomorrow morning."

Enyana bowed, putting extra effort into it considering the angle of their conversation. "Thank you, Rosekeeper. I will let him know immediately." She turned to leave and finally get back to her usual daily duties back at the Librarium, but found herself slow in her step and finally pausing at the door back through the Temple. She had no clue how to come forward with her question and felt ridiculous to even consider asking such things.

"What is it, dear?" came the question from behind her, all grandmotherly kindness and concern. Enyana was half thankful that she didn't have to take initiative with the subject and half frustrated that she now had to ask the question or come up with someone else. Well...it is their area of expertise... But how to put it? She tried to carefully choose her words.

Then she spun, blurting it out. "How exactly does one know if someone is right for them?" She wanted to kick herself in the head after hearing how she sounded. "In love, that is?" The elaboration made her want to kick twice. Desna's eyes, Enyana...

The old woman merely continued smiling up at her. "That's going to be different for each person, dear. You never know when it's going to find you or when you're going to find it." She tilted her head, a coy youthful expression that made her age seem to be merely a number. "Is there someone..." She left the question unfinished and hanging for Enyana to complete, which the young woman was all too quick to do.

"N-no! Absolutely not!" She waved the idea away as if it were a foul stench, but even so last night's dream and all the previous days' idle wondering resurfaced. "It's just...there's someone. But he is not who I thought he was."

"Aaah. And is who this man truly is less to your liking than the one you thought he was?" Enyana's mirthless, "Oh Goddess." answered that question. "Well dear, love is blind. Perhaps that was never meant to be, or perhaps you'll be surprised. It's hard to say anything further without knowing more." She patted the mossy rock next to her. "Would you like to stay a while and talk?"

Enyana wasn't sure whether she really wanted to or was grateful that her duties demanded she be on her way. "I...must really be going. I'm sorry, but thank you for your offer of counsel."

"Quite fine," the old woman said, nodding and taking up her trowel again. Enyana was on her way back through the temple when she spoke up once more. "But dear, one bit of advice." Enyana looked back to see the Rosekeeper wink. "Keep your eyes and mind open. You'll figure it out, eventually."

Enyana silently nodded and bowed in gratitude before finally leaving. She had hoped for an easier answer rather than no real answer at all. Keep my eyes open? I'm a wizard. That's standard procedure for us. How is that any help at all? Goddess, this is all just a distraction anyway... She spotted the Garundi priest once more on her way through the workshop, now working over a canvas with oils, painting purely from memory or imagination. He was rather handsome, she thought. Perhaps that's what she meant? Telling me to keep an eye out on my way throu- Oh... The Garundi priest had been joined by a young Taldan man, who greeted him with a kiss. Not that then.

She rubbed the bridge of her nose, chiding herself silently as she quickened her pace towards the main door, past the two strangers on their way in. Why are you even thinking about this? There are much more important matters to deal with. So put this out of your mind and get back to the Librarium and back to your stu-

The blow on her shoulder spun her around before she knew it. Again?! was all she could think before realizing that all she could see was sky, that she was now falling upon the steps with no way to catch herself, and that her staff and/or one or more of her bones was going to break upon impact. Oh nonononononono...

Then her fall stopped, the sharp impact replace with a soft grip on one wrist and an arm under her back. The sky hadn't stopped spinning in her eyes when he appeared over her. He was beautiful, pale as the moon and hair flowing like shadows, his countenance somehow angelic and demonic at once with his horns and kind, concerned silver-gray eyes.

He said something, his words lost in how soft and lovely the voice was. Enyana merely nodded as he helped her upright. He looked so worried, so unlike everything she had ever heard of seen of tieflings. He asked something of her. Her name. She gave it. He seemed to be in awe of the beauty of it. Someone behind him called out to him, from within the temple. He turned and the spell was broken for a moment. Anxiety and embarrassment drove Enyana to turn and race down the remaining steps, taking each one in short rapid-fire footfalls, and hurrying on her way down the street as she tried to pull her hood further over her face.

Oh Goddess, that was clumsy of me who was that was that what the Rosekeeper meant shut up get back to the Librarium oh Goddess that's what she meant really need to get back stop being stupid he had hooves they had a certain allure of their own concentrate on not hitting anything else on the way back

She didn't quite realize it, but her step had livened a bit.

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Both the twins had been awestruck by the Temple of Shelyn, but Naella was focused enough to not slow her steps behind Travern. Liath on the other hand froze once he was close enough to make out the details.

Goddess, it's like a living thing frozen in time. He reached up to touch one of the carvings, an intricately detailed stone rose, before drawing his hand back, almost fearing that it would violate the sanctity of the work. Once more he was reminded of the untamed nature and fey-haunted woods of the Greenbelt. Once more he found himself missing it, both the land and the fey.

He looked back about him and saw that he had been left behind. They likely didn't even notice that he had unintentionally slipped away. He hurried after them, nodding back at acolytes that surprised him with their honestly pleasant greetings. Most of them at least. He quickly went up the steps towards the entrance. Now he could see his sister and Travern just inside. And someone else hurrying out, a dark-skinned woman in a strange hooded outfit. A mage by the looks of her.

Liath tried to step aside in time, but the young woman was moving so quickly and evidently so distracted that she walked right into his shoulder, drawing a gasp from her and spinning her right out towards the steps. Oh no... Liath lunged backwards to grab her, thanking Iomedae when moved quickly enough to safely catch her. She was slender and light, pretty though somewhat awkward, and right now seemed confused and...possibly a bit annoyed? It was hard to tell. "I-I'm terribly sorry, m'lady! T'was my fault! I did not intend to bump into you like that!"

The young woman merely nodded. She seemed to be a bit in a daze. Liath helped her to her feet, quickly taking his hands afterwards. He worried for a moment that the usual revulsion many felt towards his kind would show itself now, but concern for the stranger pushed it into the back of his mind. "Are...are you alright?"

"No, I'm Enyana." she answered dreamily. Liath paused a moment, wondering if he should call for his sister to examine her when Naella called out to him from inside. "Liath, are you coming?" He looked back to see them approaching. "Yes, but there's someone-"

He looked back to see the girl quickly heading down the steps and onto the street. What a strange girl... He hoped she was indeed alright, wondering at just who she was. He had never seen features like hers before. Then realization struck.

Liath rushed back to Naella and Travern with a face full of excitable cheer as he announced aloud, "Sister! I just met a Mwangi woman!"

Travern's mouth fell slightly open in mild horror as he looked at everyone in the temple looking their way. He was certain Liath was about to get an earful when Naella's eyes widened. At least right up until she emphatically said, "Show me!"

"I'm sorry, but she left rather quickly. Did you not see her pass you on your way in?"

Travern cleared his throat. "I didn't really notice her. Hey, uh..." He looked around to the acolytes in the room, silently mouthing "They're new in town." and gratefully noting the knowing looks on most of their faces before turning back to the twins. "You're going to meet all sorts of folks from all over the world in Kenabres. I know it's all really exciting, but a lot of folks don't really appreciate being gawked at, you know?" It was certainly something he felt sensitive to much of the time, and something he suspected the tieflings were as well, even if their momentary excitement at what seemed new and exotic to them made them forget.

"O-oh." All the cheer slid right off Liath's face. Even Naella looked crestfallen. "I...did not wish to cause offense."

Travern now felt as if he had kicked a puppy. "Hey, don't worry about it! You're both new to places as diverse as this. It's just that a lot of folks don't want to draw attention to themselves. You didn't know, is all." He gave Liath a friendly clap on the shoulder, careful to keep his hand away from what he now knew to be stumps. For Naella, he merely nodded and smiled.

She seemed grateful for the reminder of decorum. "Thank you, Travern. We will..." She gave Liath a glance. "...conduct ourselves more appropriately. For now, we've respects to pay do we not, Brother?"

He nodded, the old smile slowly returning as he kept pace alongside his sister. Both of them were thinking the same thing at the moment. Not just the matter of manners, but of Kenabres' potential as a place where one could just blend in. Perhaps, eventually, even tieflings.

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<- Is this really the face of a dystopian antihero?

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Travern was glad that whatever shadow Hulrun seemed to cast over the day quickly faded as he led the twins about Kenabres. There was something he found himself enjoying about the way they took in the sights of the city, now that they had the day to do so. A sort of vicarious sense of wonder at what was commonplace for him. Liath was rather obvious about it, excitedly pointing out landmarks he had read and heard about years ago, but it was showing with Naella as well, though she managed to contain herself quite a bit more than her brother and often reined him in. Travern was also happy that their attention was so drawn to the more positive aspects of his home city rather than the looks and distances kept by many of the citizenry. He half-wondered if his presence might be defusing some of it. The fruit vendor had certainly seemed hesitant to let either of them touch her wares until he gave a reassuring nod and smile over their shoulders.

He was grateful neither of the twins looked back to see her hastily wiping away at the coin they gave her or the produce they had been near. Travern was proud of his home, but Kenabres did make it difficult to be so at times.

All those worries fell away once they arrived at the Temple of Sarenrae. Travern was quite familiar with it, and was already smiling in anticipation of their reactions when they entered. It even managed to elicit a gasp from Naella, he noted. Liath slowly spun in his steps as they walked into the temple's open courtyard. "Goddess...it's beautiful. A church with the sky for a ceiling..." He quickly caught himself and bowed with the others to the Sarenraen priest that came forth to greet them. Travern was once again glad to note that there was only a hint of caution in the priest's otherwise friendly and welcoming face. Again, Travern wondered if his presence was at work there, especially considering how often he had been to the temple himself, as seldom as it was these days. "Brother Norus, it's been a while. My friends here have come to pay their respects."

The elderly Kellid grinned, arms held wide in welcome. "Ah, of course. The Dawnflower's allies are always welcome within Her light. Please, come." Liath gave Naella a smile and a nod, then followed after the priest to be led to the altar.

Curious, Travern thought once more as Liath knelt in the distance as Naella remained behind, watching him. "I do not wish to pry, but..." He left it hanging, waiting for her approval. Her slight nod and "Yes?" invited the question. "I had assumed both of you came to pay your respects. I must admit I thought the two of you would go together." After all, the two of them certainly seemed to stick close in all things I've seen, he thought.

Again, that slight ghost of a smile. Travern truly had difficulty telling when they were joyful or sad. "'Tis true that we've both come to pay our respects. We've each a deep reverence for the Dawnflower. But my brother's runs quite a bit deeper, for Sarenrae and Shelyn both." She looked to Liath at the altar, that hard-to-read smile becoming even moreso. "He has...ever been the romantic."

Travern raised an eyebrow playfully. "Oh really now?"

Naella turned back to lock eyes with him. "Not in that way," she corrected, with just enough coldness under the surface to let the aasimar know her brother was off limits for such jests. Travern silently bowed his head in apology and waited for her to continue. "He...views the virtues of Sarenrae and Shelyn as sharing a place with Holy Iomedae's in what a paladin should embody; Sarenrae with her promise of redemption and hope and Shelyn and her love."

"Ah... And where does the Inheritor come into that?" Travern asked, only honest curiosity in his tone, none of the disapproving scorn Naella had worried might still surface. At that question, her smile became a bit easier to read as fondness came to the forefront.

"Holy Iomedae? She is the sword and the shield that stands between those precious lights and the darkness." And that has ever been what he has sought to become, she neglected to voice. "If they represent all the light and love in the world, then She is their champion." She pointed to the altar. Liath was presenting his sword, praying in silence. "That is why he's pledging his sword, to weild it with mercy and wisdom. To Shelyn, he will pledge his shield. And to Holy Iomedae, his heart."

"I see." Travern scratched his chin, thinking back on several others he had known with similar faith-spanning beliefs. "And what of yourself?"

Naella folded her arms into her loose sleeves. "I revere the goddesses of sun and rose as well, but not as he does. They are important. Sacred. But Holy Iomedae is All to me. It was She who saved us when we were but children. To her, I pledge myself entirely."

Travern smiled, hiding the disappointment that surprised him as it surfaced. Ah, so certainly a nun then. Goddess, Travern! Don't even court the thought! He feared something of his thoughts had shown themselves as she turned back to him. "And what of yourself, Travern? I must confess some surprise that you yourself are not at the altar as well. You said you had Sarenite upbringing?"

"Well..." he rubbed the back of his neck. "True, both She and Iomedae were part of my life since I was little. But after my mother died..." Naella's face fell, that half-smile disappearing entirely as she quickly tried to apologize. Travern quickly waved it away and reassured her, "Please, don't worry. It's in the past. But...after she died and after seeing so much suffering for so long..." His usual grin was soured by years of remembered disappointments. "It has become harder to believe in redemption for all. I want to, but...it wouldn't be honest of me to claim myself a true Sarenite at heart." He dwelt on his own words for but a moment before looking up at Naella in surprise at his own frank confession. He didn't tend to be so open on such matters, certainly not with those he hardly knew. To his relief she only smiled, understanding in her eyes.

He coughed and chuckled nervously. "I gather your brother does believe. What of yourself, if I might ask?" He forced the smile, eager to turn the questions around for a moment.

Her smile remained, though her eyes grew distant. She clasped her left hand with her right for a moment before offering only, "'Tis a beautiful dream..." She looked back to her brother again, now rising and sheathing his sword. "If you will excuse me for a moment..."

Travern watched her go to stand beside Liath, joining him in silent prayer before the altar. He looked to the sun and sky for but a moment before turning his gaze back to the ground. He didn't expect old pangs of guilt to resurface simply from talking with Naella, but he certainly felt them now. His appointment alongside his father tomorrow now weighed heavily upon his mind. So much so that he didn't notice the twins returning to his side until he turned to see Naella's knowing eyes and Liath's eager cheer. "We're ready to head to the temple of Shelyn now! If you've time, of course." Liath quickly added.

Travern matched the tiefling's grin. "Right then! Let's be on our way. It's not far at all." And there's no personal history tied into it either, he thought.

They continued through the streets, at least one of them in truly high spirits as far as Travern could tell, but in awkward silence. The aasimar was finally become conscious of it and compelled to think of a way to break it when someone else did it for him.

"Um..." Liath ventured cautiously. "Travern...I do not wish to overstep my boundaries..."

Goddess, your sister and I have already crossed that bridge, Travern thought. "Hm? No, feel free!"

"Ah." Liath seemed genuinely relieved. "I was just wondering..." He glanced at his sister, one last check before possibly making an unwelcome trespass before asking in complete sincerity, "...if you grew your beard out, would it be feathery as well?"

Travern's mouth twisted for just an instant before bursting with laughter. Naella closed her eyes, her gently curving mouth betraying her amusement. Liath looked back and forth between them, genuinely wondering if he may have mistepped.

Travern eventually regained his composure and raised a hand to his smooth cheeks. "Ha, no, no. I actually can't grow anything here at all."

"Oh." Liath nodded, smiling shyly. "I understand. Neither can I."

Naella's mouth was straining to contain her laughter and keep up appearances, vainly if one knew what to look for.

Travern felt that sight alone was worth the trip now.

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Uncontrolled Rage is still going to make such characters unwelcome in a lot of groups and campaigns.


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Also in CotC you have both:

** spoiler omitted **

Spoiler:
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There's a creature from Verces stomping around in the Valashmai Jungle. (agmazar)

Yeah, sorry about that. That really wasn't supposed to happen.

Still have no idea how that got past the ethics committee.


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Enyana was still fuming as she stalked down the streets of Gate District, her staff practically stabbing at the cobblestones. She was so lost in her broiling thoughts that she didn't notice her face and manner actually were drawing the attention of bystanders that day.

The nerve! The sheer unmitigated nerve of the man! Just who does he think he is? I'll tell you who he thinks he is! He thinks he's Nethys' gift to magecraft, that's who he thinks he is! Damned fool! And you actually liked him! With his stupid, impractical long hair and that smug face! He isn't even that attractive!!"

Enyana finally realized that the woman walking parallel with her was staring at her, as well as that she had slipped into voicing her thoughts. Panic momentarily threatened to seize her before she thought of a clever excuse. "I wasn't talking to you! I'm speaking to my unseen servant. Do not meddle in the affairs of wizards." Enyana was uncertain if the now wide-eyed woman put distance between them because of cautious respect or because she believed her to be insane, but held fast to the former possibility as she raised her chin and imperiously strode forth. By the gods, she may have been reduced to a mere delivery girl for the moment but she still had her hard-earned station. Besides, she was far too furious to stay embarrassed for long.

It was the loss of the book that hurt more than anything, she thought. Getting only a taste of the knowledge her parents had only to have it snatched out of her reach was beyond frustrating. That she had been treated like a child was salt in the wound. That it had been him was...

She sighed, despite herself. It had been a good dream. But she had to concede it was a childish one.

Perhaps I can get it back. Yes, after all this is done, I'll speak to Quendys about it. That is if that damned elf hasn't already whispered poison into his ears. That was the most insidious part, she felt. Now she was left wondering just what was being said behind her back by the staff as well as the students. She told herself she could deal with being....generally disliked by the other students. But to be looked down upon by those whose respect she had worked so hard to earn? It had her stomach twisting into knots the moment she forgot to stay angry.

She was still wading through those thoughts when she arrived at her first destination, barely remembering to compose herself as she used the knocker on the door of Gwerm Manor. She actually managed to put a somewhat neutral mask upon her face before the head servant opened the door. He looked as old as Quendys and almost as certain of himself despite his station. It was only then that she stopped to consider just to whom she was delivering these letters. One of the richest men in Kenabres. Moneylender. Owns much of the business passing through Truestone Quarry... She may have been far from sociable but she certainly listened and learned all she could, and this Horgus Gwerm was an important name to know in Kenabres.

She waited for the stuffy "Yes?" from the servant before announcing her purpose. "I am here on behalf of the Librarium of the Broken Black Wing to deliver this message from Master Quendys Orlun himself to the lord of the house." She smiled inwardly. That certainly sounded official enough, and said with just enough certainty and authority too.

The servant was utterly unfazed. "Ah, yes. You've been expected for quite some time." He also sounded utterly bored. "Better late than never, one supposes. This way, if you will."

Enyana quickly retracted the hand she had begun to extend with the letter. Of course I'd be expected to deliver it in person. She followed the old man through the manor's halls. It was well furnished; certainly the home of a rich man but not overly extravagant in its decor. It was the sheer size of the place that made Enyana feel self-conscious. It had nothing over Blackwing in terms of scope, but this was someone's private dwelling. Her single room seemed so much smaller now. Ugh, it doesn't matter. You've greater things ahead of you. Focus.

She was eventually led to the manor's study where the butler announced her arrival. "A courier from the Librarium to see you, sir."

The man at work behind the desk looked up, displeasure clear on his face. He was an older man, somewhat heavyset from what Enyana could tell, though she couldn't quite tell if it was merely weight or muscle on him under all that finery. Well groomed, but rather homely. Certainly homely compared to the likes of Aravashni-Oh stop it.

"Oh, finally he sends word back. About bloody time." Horgus Gwerm held out his hand, not wasting time on pleasantries. "Let's have it then."

Enyana was disappointed. She at least hoped to announce her name. She handed the letter over, standing aside and watching him intently through the corner of her eye as broke the seal and read it. She wasn't quite sure what was causing his reddening face and growing scowl, though what he was feeling seemed obvious by the time he violently crumpled the letter and threw it into the fireplace. "Damn his eyes! I demand more than an apology. I want that man gone!" he grumbled as he sank back into his chair. Enyana quirked an eyebrow, the edge of her mouth threatening to pull back into a sneer after hearing such rudeness aimed Master Orlun's way. Who was this man to question Quendys on...whatever it was he was talking about?

Horgus shifted in his seat to face her, pointing and demanding, "You. You tell Orlun that he can-" He stopped himself, tapping on the desk as he put his professionalism back in place. "No...no, not going to have this out with him through some messenger girl. I'll deal with the old goat properly."

Enyana's teeth were grinding. Bad enough that he should so insult her teacher, but to be so dismissed... "You should show some respect! Master Orlun has done more for this city than you could with all your money across ten lifetimes!"

The ensuing silence coupled with Horgus' dumbfounded expression and the old servant's own rising eyebrow drove Enyana to raise a hand to her mouth, as if to stop any further outbursts from sneaking out. Oh gods, no... She had carried too much of her earlier anger and frustration inside after all. And she had let it out in front of someone that could cause the Librarium all manner of trouble if he so wished.

Horgus' eyes narrowed, taking her full measure. "I didn't catch your name..."

Enyana thought fast. "Zakry Tilson, sir." she said with utmost confidence before mentally kicking herself. She hadn't necessarily thought very far ahead...

"Well then, you should probably be on your way." he said, his voice practically chilling the air in the room. "See her out, Baram."

Enyana was torn between feeling angry at the man and being sick with worry over what troubles she might have called upon herself and the Librarium. She was so lost in that dizzying mixture that she barely noticed when she had finally been led back outside by the head servant. Once she found herself on the streets again, she took a deep breath, trying desperately to calm herself before moving on to her next destination.

She wasn't certain yet, but this had the strong possibility of being the second worst day of her life.

"Let's see what else we can do wrong today, Enyana."

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Chellaigh's mood was only made fouler by the damned tiefling failing to respond in anger. It would have made it easier to aim her own anger anywhere but inward for the moment. And it showed clearly on her face. Most people of Kenabres tended to step out of her way as she walked down its streets on a good day. Even more so on a day like this.

Stupid! Why didn't you tell him? You can't keep doing this by yourself! She felt the worst part was knowing she would most likely wind up ignoring her own advice in the end. It was too hard now. The distance between them was too great.

She buried the thoughts under concerns for the night as she made her way back to the Waller slums. There was not a sign of what she had left on the longtable yesterday. Not a sign of gratitude on the few faces that met hers. She knew they were afraid of her and consciously she knew she resented them. But she was never quite able to face why it bothered her so much. When faced with the uncomfortable possibility that she was seeking acceptance from these shadows of her people, she defaulted to feeling angry instead. It was easier.

She found her shack unsecured and untouched as ever. She went in to get some rest before the evening. Her head was as clear as it ever got these days and she didn't want to complicate it with any unnecessary dealings about town.

Chellaigh was halfway there when she heard the tentative, uneven knock outside the shack. Damn his eyes, she thought, pushing herself up from her cot, still wearing much of her leathers.

It was Steiga, standing outside and cautiously just out of reach. The man was painfully thin, his blonde hair chopped short without much care, as with everything else about him. His eyes were bloodshot, but he looked lucid. His hands were still shaking though. He had obviously gone some time without a fix. "Hu- Hey Chellaigh." he said meekly. "Been l-looking for you."

Chellaigh was tired and in no mood, but even she had a hard time dismissing the man right away. Steiga had followed her heels like a beaten dog ever since the night she didn't turn him in after he foolishly attempted to steal from her in her sleep and wound up throttled for his trouble. She had tried to help him get clean once, he was Sarkori after all. These days, she mostly accepted that there was only so much she could do to keep another kinsman from slowly killing himself. "What is it Steiga?" She didn't feel particularly compelled to hide her irritation though.

He smiled, showing yellowing teeth. "Work! I-if you're interested... The Owl, old Mother Veserda, she's offering to any takers."

"The old wise woman?" Chellaigh frowned. She had gone to her for help before, seeking the wisdom of Old Sarkoris to quell the storm in her skull. She wanted to believe in the old woman, as learned in their traditions as she seemed to be, but nothing she did truly seemed to help in the end. "What kind of work?"

"Sh-she's needin'...samples. Animals, plants, n' dirt that's been touched by the Wound." He pointed back to that constant looming darkness, that smile never leaving his face. "Says it's to help find a way to help fix the land."

High hopes, Chellaigh thought, curbing her own. She had been that enthusiastic about such endeavors in the past. Now, it was much harder to have much faith in them. "You taking her up on that, Steiga? You know what'll happen if you get caught smuggling those things into the city. And you'd have to be able to survive outside the city to start."

Steiga shook his head. "Nah, I'm not leaving the city that way. Using the Waller routes to get down to the shore. G-gonna fish."

"Heh." Chellaigh had to admit, whether he was poisoning himself or not, Steiga had a bit of a survivor in him. "Just don't eat any of it. And mind you don't get eaten yourself. Demons ply those waters too sometimes."

That smile finally died. "I-I wasn't gonna get too close... But what about you? You could hunt and find stuff easy and get it back inside with no problem."

She shrugged, closely watching her words. "Takes time. And I've got a lot to do." And after last night, I need to keep watch. "Besides, don't really need the money."

"W-well...alright...but she was hoping you'd come to see her again too. Even if you aren't taking the job."

Chellaigh raised an eyebrow, leaning against what passed for her doorframe. "What for?"

"She...she said she had some visions, sent from Pulura herself... Says you were in one of 'em, and that there was something important ahead of you..." Steiga spoke carefully himself, Chellaigh thought. He was clearly trying to remember all the details he was told to relay to her. So that's why he really came.

"Visions. About me." She leaned her head against the frame. She wanted to believe in such omens. She truly wanted to find some sign from the old gods to give some measure of hope. But after so many disappointments, it was difficult to reach out for any light offered for fear of being burned again.

"Yeah! Says something big is coming. She ain't sure what, but if you were there she says it might be more clear."

She stared past him at the Wound beyond. She knew she couldn't go on like this forever. She knew Fion was right about some things.

"I'll think about it."

Spoiler:
Sorry for the delay after the delay. Gencon preparations turned out to be more time consuming and genuinely painful than I thought. D:

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Actually role-play the NPCs...

Yase.

Present an immersive, dynamic world rather than a static one. Let the players actually inhabit and have an effect on that world. Give them something to invest in on a creative and/or emotional level, and you've got a strong hook in 'em.

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A GM dictating how a PC feels, what they think, or what they do regardless of how the player envisioned their character. I've seen this ranging all the way from irritating to outright horrifyingly awful.

Speaking of the latter, GMs that spring obvious triggery material on players without any kind of warning whatsoever.

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Player: I finish off the goblin noncombatants.

Another player: Ooh, me too.

Me: Wtf?

GM: What are you doing?

Me: I put myself between the party and the children and try to convince them to not do this.

GM: Okay, your alignment shifts one towards evil.

Me: Wat

GM: You're siding with evil against good. Pay attention.

true story

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GM: You enter a room and see a medium humanoid.

Player: Um...what exactly do we see? What does all this look li-

GM: You're in a 20x20 room and see a medium humanoid.

Another player: ....can I do a Knowledge(nature) check to tell what...

GM: It moves to attack. Roll initiative.

true story

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NPC: Why should I help you, when your very presence has brought us only pain and loss? Tomorrow I bury my only children, slain because of this curse your greed has unleashed upon our village. All after we welcomed you among us. Tell me, why should I offer you anything more than prayers for your own deaths?

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I use diplomacy on him.

GM and other players: >:(

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There could be. We aren't doing anything with that any time soon, though.

I really really hope you guys do someday. I've been aching for that kind of material since Orcs of Golarion was announced... And not just from a GM standpoint. That kind of information is priceless to a player looking to have a background and cultural flavor to pull from outside the "tragic child of violence" trope. :)

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I pray Paizo continues to do what they've been doing.

I don't need a reason to include people being people. And I wouldn't want to give up Solveig, Azaz, Sabina, or those WotR characters that keep getting spoiled for me.

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Mikaze wrote:

I'm really hoping the recent reveal of the all-CE orc pantheon doesn't retcon that Called to Darkness tribe or the cragkin/sandkin/rainkin orc cultures that seemed to at least present something non-evil orcs could get by in.

Maybe it's primarily the pantheon of the Belkzen tribes? Possibly leaving the rainkin pregenitors open to something more like non-evil animism, the cragkin-bearing tribes to Gorum worship, and the tribes run by sandkin to something appropriate for their areas?

On Golarion, orcs are pretty much chaotic evil. That's not changed, and the reason for it is because their gods are chaotic evil. Orcs who aren't chaotic evil don't currently have a land they can call their own on Golarion, nor do they have a racial deity to champion for them. They're outcasts and have a hard role ahead of them.

If there WERE non-evil orc gods, that'd be a different case, and a different theme, and a different world. We aren't doing that world.

But this also means we just lost the few options we seemed to gain for halfway decent orc cultures for half-orcs to pull from, as well as making it even harder now to have consensually-born half-orcs of direct orc/human parentage or non-evil orc characters that aren't Drizzt-clone/"rebels against their own kind" types.

It just feels like we've lost what little positive possibilities we seemed to have hints of in Bastards of Golarion. :(

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Love will find a way, whether it comes to looks or biological hang-ups like eating your mate's face off. Especially with the options available in a fantasy universe.

Regarding Undrella being a "joke" option because she's not written as beautiful(her actual artwork in LoF and Mythological Monsters Revisited aside), it's odd to call that out as such when the earlier complaint was that all of the "beauty and beast" couplings were female-beauty/male-beast.

(especially when one considers Undrella mostly needs to be introduced to bathing as far as physical presentation goes)

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*crosses fingers hoping for a Paladin Code for Tsukiyo*

YES

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Don't worry, just got slammed at work this week. Depending on what's going on today, should be updating regularly today or tomorrow. Got some catching up to do because some @#$% got real. ;)

And thanks folks! And sorry for the delay!

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Oh, and one male human/female thri-kreen.

Oh that Internet.

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Posting on the move and have more to say later, but:

Jeven wrote:
I'm curious if Mikaze's listings of couples are all male-monster meets normal woman.

Nope!

My barbarian's parents - Male orc, female Shoanti
That upcoming Kaer Magan couple - Female naga, male human
That catfolk/harpy couple - Female catfolk, female harpy
That novel couple - Female naga, male human
That hobgoblin/human Molthruni couple - female hobgbolin, male human

And throwing in a small sample of other positive and loving couples from my games, Pathfinder and D&D material that I've seen here and elsewhere, and personal writan as well as including couples that go against the male/female=beast/beauty trope:

Female orc/male elf
Male human/male cecaelia
Genderless aasimar/female hunchbacked human
Male kobold paladin/female silver-dragon-blooded human sorceress
Male celestial-bloodline bishounen sorcerer/female wasting-curse leper-like oracle
Female goblin rogue/male human paladin
Female forlarren/male half-elf
Loving orc/human couples of all configurations
Female planetar/female kyton
Female protean/male Grant Morrison-expy
Female gnoll/male human (this one is not so healthy, but bears mentioning)
Male orc/male elf
Multiple female medusas/male or female other race
Female medusa/male human paladin
Male reformed bogeyman/female gnome witch
Female-identified silthilar swarm/Gender-fluid transhuman

Also, Valeros/Imrijka is best couple

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I remember some folks putting together a group of elven PCs with each of them being raised by different races(Sandwich Stoutaxe-drow paladin by dwarves, Goldentusk-elf barbarian by orcs, Violet-elf cleric by halflings). Probably the most adorable was the rogue raised by kobolds, Keekee. She even had her teeth sharpened. Talked, thought, and fought like a kobold. Very trapsy and quick to point out how the others should listen to her "because she had good learnings and thinked quickquick" and even quicker to hide behind the group unless she really needed to be out in the fray.

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QuietBrowser wrote:

#1: Do you think it's possible that a monstrous humanoid could actually fall in love with a non-monster, in the Pathfinder setting?

#2: Do you think such a character actually fits in the world that is Golarion?

#3: Have you ever made use of such a couple, or encountered such a couple, in your Pathfinder games?

Yes to all three, absolutely. People are people, no matter what they are, and all sorts of people are drawn to other sorts of people for all sorts of reasons.

My half-orc barbarian is the child of a consensual and loving union between an orc and a Shoanti. I honestly prefer that kind of origin as the norm for half-orcs. A naga/human NPC couple is going to be a complicating factor in an upcoming campaign.(and there's another in a Pathfinder novel!) That same campaign already has a harpy/catfolk couple built in as written. Also have a hobgoblin/human Molthruni NPC couple built into a Nirmathas/Molthrune adventure I hope to run some day. (and I don't even want to get into the dynamics going on in that isolated drow/svirfneblin/azruverda enclave I've got in the Crown of the World)

And hell, my first contribution to a commercial product was a race born from gnome/flumph unions. So I'm definitely an advocate. ;)

The alignments listed in the Bestiary are just the general norms, never a locked in fact for all individuals of that race beyond certain outsiders(and even then there are exceptions such as fallen angels and risen fiends). Personally, the game is much richer when other races are given a wide spectrum to pull from rather than "All X are Y".

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Personally I love the summoner and the eidolon.

Yes it takes more oversight, but the flavor possibilities it opens up for players and GMs alike are priceless.

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James Jacobs wrote:

Note that nowhere did I say we'll NEVER do an energy sword. It's not gonna be in the Tech Guide though, and it's unlikely that one will show up in Iron Gods, although now that I know folks are super-passionite about them... I might consider changing that stance... yet at the same time, I don't want folks to think they can play Jedi or that they'll be fighting Jedi in the AP. For a LOT of reasons.

Just want to throw out the possibility of hardlight blades being a thing in Verces! they certainly are in my headcanon! :)

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James Jacobs wrote:
Mikaze wrote:
As long as we can agree that Shalelu's hair is green, we're good. ;)
Shalelu is not an elf, and a miscalibrated piece of art doesn't change that. She's blonde. Don't make me take back all the redemption stuff in Wrath of the Righteous just to be spiteful!

I'll be good. :(

;)

(having finally gotten started playing it, just want to say Wrath of the Righteous is already awesome. :D THANK YOU)

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