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Hey all, I'm currently running my first group through the Beginner Box, then some home adventures before starting Rise of the Runelords. Now, here's my question. Has anyone done a low magic game with RotRL? Casters won't be limited but the prevalence of magic items would be. No purchasing +5 flaming longswords in towns and what have you. Is this do able with that AP? Would it be wise to?

In the party we have 3 players, all new to pathfinder but two have experience with 3/3.5 in general. I just want them to really be excited when they find a magical weapon or armor (with a history!) and not just "Oh, well, we can sell that yeah?"

Thoughts?

As all men know, magic is a fickle thing. Working under the best conditions one is about as likely to summon the proper spell as they are to call forth the unspeakable entities at the fringe of existence. It is not something to be toyed with.

Unfortunately for our hero, Xulgag he was on the wrong end of the wand...

The magical door closes, Xulgag executes a flying kick, heel smashing into the beast's jaw, driving it back into the hillside. They tumble through the threshold together, fists and fang flying in fury. The hill rumbles and begins to shake and sink, as the door glimpses shut, two magics meet in a cacophony of cataclysmic arcane energies. A whirling vortex of unknown colors, sounds, smells, and feeling surrounds our hero as he hits the ground.

Xulgag hit the ground and instead of moist cold dirt he feels a dry, dusty surface sapping the coolness from his body. Xul is warm and upon opening his eyes he sees he is outside in the early daylight. The surroundings are dirt, and more dirt. This is not the countryside he had been on moments previously. Xulgag immediately feels alone and unsure. Striking boot heel to dirt he begins walking along the dusty road to whatever is its destination.

So begins the new journey of Xulgag the Wanderer...

PART ONE: A STRANGER IN A STRANGE LAND...

Xulgag has been walking along the road for most of the day. His lips chapped and cracked from the blistering sun. He has been without water for a length before, a early trial in his education, but not in such heat.

As he continues, step by step, down the road his mind drifts to his past and the time in the monastery...

Go ahead and tell a tale of Xulgag's past. You are in control of the past, and I his present. Together, we make the future!