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"You can call me Tessa, good sirs and ma'ams. I don't tend to encounter many that desire my name. Thank you all for being so friendly."

Perhaps not all in this land are so suspicious she ponders. I wonder if they'd be as accommodating if they knew I'd already been dead once...


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Here's a list of the submitted characters, for ease of reference:
Inarus the Wanderer, elven unchained monk
Lubella Heathertoes, halfling Dawnflower dervish bard
Mr. Biggs Sparklefeet, goblin alchemist
Wisp Silvereyes, halfling djinni-blooded sorcerer
Baldric Moore, human slayer
Don Viega, kobold mysterious avenger swashbuckler
Rixa Glasso, musetouched aasimar crossblooded dragon/arcane-blooded sorcerer
Grattfaulk, human invlunerable rager barbarian
Tessa Faundral, dimmer counterfeit mage unchained rogue
Springle Hotforger, lava gnome oracle
Ulrich Rovanky, half orc slayer
Abrotriss Contrar, emberkin aasimar school savant arcanist
Ruaidhrigh Katanalisko, lava gnome pyrokineticist
And that seems to be it! Let me know if I missed anyone, It's a bit of a tangle out there.


Wow. Pretty low on healers


I have an aasimar solar oracle that sounds perfect, I can have it submitted by tomorrow.


Im waiting on GM for feedback =^^=


The bronze skinned man glances up from his notes to notice that the size of the group, and his skin reddens for a moment, perhaps his version of paling? It would certainly match his expression, he looks completely overwhelmed. He notices Tessa, and starts to ask her something, but then sees Rixa over her shoulder.

Knowledge Planes: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (7) + 11 = 18

Another aasimar! She isn't another peri-kin, I'm not sure how that will go. Blue hair? Where could that be from? Well, more like what or who. Abrotriss hurriedly rises, luckily there were no drinks on the crowded table, but he did jostle his immediate neighbors.

Walking over to Rixa, Abrotriss surprises himself with his lack of nervousness, all he feels is excitement at meeting another aasimar.

Rixa:
"Hi, I'm Abrotriss Contrar, Arcanist. It's nice to finally meet another aasimar. Might I inquire your name?"


Sorry, guys, but I have just been accepted in another game, and that is going to make me withdraw from this in order to give it the proper focus. Good luck to the rest of candidates.

Grand Lodge

I could make Springle more healing focused


Slightly across the road from the collecting group of colorful characters, one more oddity stood before his cart and little donkey, laying out a mat on the ground to the side of it. Looked like herpes about to set up shop.

"Come one! Come all! Viega's cart has just what you need! Oddities! Commodities! Things you never knew you needed! Trinkets and baubles from near and far! No need to be shy! We have what you need and will take what you don't!"

He seemed pretty friendly for a kobold... though from the look of his cart, what he was proffering was more junk than anything else...


Abrotriss:
”Oh, hello. Nice to meet you, Abrotriss.” She speaks in a melodic, song-like voice, ”I’m Rixa. Yep, I’m an aasimar, just like you there’s not many of us, is there? So, you’re an arcanist? What kind? A wizard, sorcerer, or something else?

Abrotriss, Sense Motive DC 20:
Bluff: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
You can tell that Rixa doesn't know what an Aasimar is, but just responded to your comment about them.


2d6 + 6 ⇒ (1, 3) + 6 = 10
2d6 + 6 ⇒ (2, 3) + 6 = 11
2d6 + 6 ⇒ (5, 4) + 6 = 15
2d6 + 6 ⇒ (5, 1) + 6 = 12
2d6 + 6 ⇒ (6, 4) + 6 = 16
2d6 + 6 ⇒ (6, 6) + 6 = 18

10 11 15 12 16 18

Wealth: 4d6 ⇒ (3, 4, 4, 5) = 16x10=160

Since you seem to have a large number of melee submissions, I'm going to withdraw Tessa. And submit a cleric.


Speaking to Ruaidhrigh first

Ruaidhrigh if I am being honest you are the first gnome I have come across but you look different then what had been described. It could just be that i am from a smaller town. What has brought you to the festival? Hope of a good party or the giants you mention?

at Lubella

I am please to meet you Lubella. My world is certainly expanding fast since leaving home.


a goblin bearing the symbol of Sarenrea with several strange looking vials filled with stranger looking fluid scurries over to Don Viega
What this what this? Mr. Biggs sees many shinies here. Hmmm. No mixes no mixes, that is problem! Come come, show Mr. Biggs what you has for mixes! Mr. Biggs promise not to blow you up! Mr. Biggs friendly gobo! Ah! Look look! He takes out some type of contraption, lights a fuse, then tosses it in the air, a surprisingly loud pop is heard and a bit of smoke and color go off.
What you trade for my one of a kind pops?!


2d6 + 6 ⇒ (4, 4) + 6 = 14
2d6 + 6 ⇒ (6, 3) + 6 = 15
2d6 + 6 ⇒ (3, 5) + 6 = 14
2d6 + 6 ⇒ (4, 4) + 6 = 14
2d6 + 6 ⇒ (2, 5) + 6 = 13
2d6 + 6 ⇒ (2, 1) + 6 = 9

When is the due date of submitting charecters? and how often would we play? a post a day or?


Ulrich Rovanky wrote:

Speaking to Ruaidhrigh first

Ruaidhrigh if I am being honest you are the first gnome I have come across but you look different then what had been described. It could just be that i am from a smaller town. What has brought you to the festival? Hope of a good party or the giants you mention?

"Many things, many things. The more the better. Certainly, I had heard that there were to be festivities surrounding the new cathedral, and I do enjoy a good party. But the rumors of giants drew my attention too. Giants are interesting, when they're not being boring." Ruiadhrigh says with a chuckle. "As for gnomes, I'm not surprised I look different than you've heard. All gnomes look different. I mean, we are all small compared to you green folk, but no two gnomes are completely alike. I've traveled Avistan for more than a quarter century and rarely seen two gnomes that look alike. Well, except for the occasional gnome town. Like where I came from. My tribe lives in the caves of a volcano near Absalom. So we mostly have darker skin, colors of volcanic stone or ash. Our hair is usually red, orange, yellow, etc. Gnomes from a forest tribe, on the other hand, might have skin the color of bark and hair that looks like leaves or grass. Our environment and our experiences shape us even more than most folk. I mean, if I lived in the woods long enough my hair might turn green." he says, reaching up to run a hand through the tussle of bright red hair atop his head. Pointing to the half-orc's hair, he says "I'm pretty sure you're hair would never turn red from living under a volcano." he chuckles again, before the short folk across the way catch his attention. Are those...? Foes! Goblin! Kobold! he thinks, training of his youth coming back to him. Warily glancing around for more such, he makes a mental note to keep an eye on them.


Rixa:

Abrotriss smiles humoringly at her. "Not an arcanist as in an arcane spellcaster, arcanist as in the kind of spellcaster I am." the brazen-skinned man pauses and glances her up and down. "If I may ask, what is your celestial heritage? I cannot think of any celestial that would have passed it to you."

Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 10


Cleric's Crunch done.


Updated List:

Abrotriss:
"Oh, I'm not familiar with the Arcanist discipline of magic. Then again, my mentor was somewhat... old fashioned, shall we say?" She laughs, a beautiful, melodic laugh, "But my heritage is entirely human, to my knowledge. My celestial nature comes from the Song of the Spheres herself, a gift for her favored child."


@BoneWraith I believe the deadline is Fri, Jan 20th.


Viega blinked as the goblin came running up to investigate his wares. He took note of the symbol and the many vials, curious about what exactly the link between the two was... but shrugged it off. His donkey jumped a little at the pop of the goblin's creation, but the kobold quickly calmed him down.

"Mixes? Hrm... I'm not sure if I have any of those... oh! You mean like herbal reagents? Well, let's see..." he turned and started to dig through his cart of collectables, pulling out a small, grubby pouch and retrieving a nut from within. "I don't know if you could use these, but I have a few bags of reagents all the way from Andoran itself! These are Darkmoon walnuts! You heat them up and they go... well, pop!" Viega pointed at the smoke still lingering in the air. "I also have tea leaves, beeswax, fox fur, red clay... bits and pieces. Would those interest you?"


2d6 + 6 ⇒ (6, 6) + 6 = 18
2d6 + 6 ⇒ (2, 5) + 6 = 13
2d6 + 6 ⇒ (5, 6) + 6 = 17
2d6 + 6 ⇒ (1, 1) + 6 = 8
2d6 + 6 ⇒ (5, 1) + 6 = 12
2d6 + 6 ⇒ (3, 4) + 6 = 13

Dotting for interest..


http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1059766

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Mavis Valar is the first born daughter of Dinin Misraria

Dinin Misraria is the 8th born daughter of the head of the Misraria house in the drow city Zirnakaynin. Being the 8th born daughter she knew she had no shot at the throne without 7 highly convincing ‘’accidents’’ regarding her 7 older sisters. Or even less likely, she could try to best them all one by one in public duels to gain their titals and public standing.

And there was one more problem. Her daughter Mavis. Mavis she had raised for 19 years ( to humans she would be about 4 years old.) when Drow typically abandon their spawn at birth so as to not allow them the chance to overthrow them in the future. We can only guess as to why Dinin chose to keep her around as long as she did but it was not long before the sisters of Dinin shamed and shunned her for it. Calling her week and sentimental for getting attached to such “trash”.
Dinin began to grow colder toward Mavis At long last Dinin decided to remove Mavis from the equation. But Mavis had grown up with something other Drow had not. A mother and someone to care for and protect her and Mavis trusted her mother with her very soul. That emotional attachment however is what set Mavis up for a world of heartache and pain. And it all was about to begin.

“Mavis dear” she said in a sweet practiced voice with a deceitful smile one day on the outskirts of the city. “Lady lolth (the spider goddess and only deity legally worshipped in drow society) Has a very important task for you” She then pulled out the only possession Mavis had and the only gift she ever received from her mother. A small stuffed doll of the Lady Lolth. Mavis watched with wide innocent eyes, “ She desires that you stay here and wait patiently. If you are patient and faithful to her and your mother then she will guide you back home to me through this sacred vessel doll. Do you understand dear?’’

“Oh yes mommy! Don’t worry. I’ll prove myself and be back in no time! I wont let you down!’’ Mavis said proudly. Eagerly wanting to please her mother.

“I know you will. I will be waiting with a warm meal’’ she promised and her mother stood smoothly and began to walk away leaving Mavis alone in the tunnel on the outskirt of the city. Leaving Mavis alone with the doll in that dark and cold cave. Mavis watched the doll for hours. Hours tuned to days. And days to cold long weeks.

On the 14th day she began to resent and hate the doll she once loved. It was because of that doll that she couldn’t go see her mother. It must be the dolls fault. On the 18th day she began to blame the Goddess Lolth for misjudging her. She must be worthy. She must be! On the 23 day she began to cry. She wanted nothing more then to see her mother. But wait… her mother… it was the 27th day that it dawned upon her that she had been abandoned. She had always thought she was special and that unlike other Drow her mother actually loved her. But now she saw she was no different from others.

The betrayal she felt in her frail young heart scarred her. Her soul was Broken. She just laid there for two more days clutching the doll waiting the die. She clung to that doll. It didn’t matter how hurt she was or ow much she hated it. It was from her mother.

Then by chance a Barra of Rener Cress stumbled by chance upon her. (Barra is the code name for ninja in the guild Rener cress which translates to ‘Black Web’ in the drow tongue. Barra means shadow.) he scooped up her starved and unconscious form which still clutched the doll and carried her to Vlos ridden Valshath. (blood ridden palace) And her new life began.

Rener Cress is an ancient guild of assassins and ninja and clerics all serving the Great lady Lolth. Abandoned drow infants are often found by its Barra and are taken to the palace to be trained. When a noble drow needs an assassin Rener Cress is always ready for hire at a down price of 6500 gold pieces.

Mavis was older then the typical new recruit but learned fast and showed unprecedented promise. The hard work distracted her from her grief.

She did not however enjoy hurting others much to the frustration of the Sensei. He then asked her for her reason. She initially refused so he beat it out of her. He learned of her emotional pain and family heritage. Pain can be callused he thought and she will be no different. He then found that Mavis’s Mother had given birth to another daughter who had also been abandoned, found and brought to the palace. Miliax.
Miliax met Mavis in training and by instinct knew who she was and the same went for Mavis towards her. Mavis was unsure what to do but Miliax worshipped her. She looked up to Mavis like the mother she had never known. For Mavis had been the beloved of their mother. She trusted Mavis and adored her with an unquenchable love. Mavis grew fond of Miliax in return and helped her in her training and all was well for two years until the unthinkable happened.

It was not uncommon in the guild for one student who showed great promise to be tasked with the assassination of another who did not. This served as population control and Practice and experience and even emotional callusing for the students. The sensei decided Mavis was too attached to Miliax and that Miliax who was very promising in her own right was a necessary sacrifice to get Mavis to her full potential. He tasked Mavis with the assassination of Miliax.

Mavis was devastated but afraid of Sensei so that night she expertly snuck into the room of Miliax and placed a knife to her throat but no matter what she did she could not bring herself to end the life of her sister. What she did not know was that Sensei was hiding in the room as well and watching. Just as Mavis made up her mind to leave no matter Sensei’s wrath Miliax awoke. She saw the knife above her throat in Mavis’s hand and her heart was scarred and changed forever. The betrayal hurt her far worse then the one of Mavis’s mother but instead of turning to sorrow and despair she turned to anger and swore revenge. But Mavis left before Miliax could act. But Sensei heard Miliax’s oath for revenge and decided to let it play out and see who was truly stronger.

Mavis came back to her room weeping and disgusted with herself and despairing that Sensei would kill her. It was then that she met an unexpected ally. A Halfling slave who tended to the needs of the students. He also happened to be a sorcerer. He being a kind soul asked her what the matter was. She sobbed out the situation to him. He comforted her and promised to do all in his power to protect her. They did not however expect that it would be Miliax that he would help defend her from.

The next day Sensei didn’t even confront Mavis much to her shock. That night however Miliax snuck in and was ready to end her life. But the Halfling was waiting and shouted loud enough for the entire school to hear “Miliax! What are you doing out past your curfew?! Sleep walking is not the same as Ninja shadow walking you fool! Have you no sense!? Off to bed!”

The public shame of Miliax the next day only caused her hatred for Mavis to boil Hotter. The Halfling then helped rig traps in Mavis’s rooms to cast feary fire on Miliax’s head whenever she enters the room to make her head glow. Simply put Glowing ninjas don’t accomplish much. And the shame of having a glowing head was enough to permanently disgrace Miliax.

Mavis refused to fight back against her sister though so over the next 69 years and many a glowing head later Miliax was still attempting to end the life of poor Mavis who still loved her. Mavis began to wish for freedom and a world away from her cruel teachers. It was then that the Halfling told her of his true religion. He was a disciple of the moon goddess Desna who to worship would be a crime punishable by death. She however asked him to teach her the ways of Desna for she now hated the goddess Lolth (though she had kept the doll being unable to bring herself to get rid of it.) He then in secret taught her of the love beauty and grace of the freedom Desna offers in the night. Mavis then had him Place a magical tattoo of the crest of Desna upon her left shoulder blade. A tattoo that only shows in the Moonlight or in water. He then disguised it among other tattoos on her back and upper arms. She and the Halfling would in secret discuss one day escaping to the surface world but over the many years the Halfling grew old. It was around this time that disaster struck.

The Halfling had told Mavis that the one thing he missed more then the sight of the beloved moon was music and song. She asked him what song was. He taught her and she found she had an incredible voice and she sang to him as a gift. This proved to be her down fall though. For miliax had heard and went to her room to try again. The Halfling was in the bathroom assisting Mavis as she bathed and so his spells were not active. Miliax entered and saw that Mavis’s back was turned to her shining bright in the water and upon her shoulder was the last thing that Miliax had expected to see. The Crest of Desna. The Halfling looked up feeling something was wrong and saw Miliax flee the room. He looked at Mavis’s back and saw the tattoo quite visible. He was horrified and terrified for Mavis and told her what he had seen and that Miliax could now tell anyone she liked and Mavis’s life would be over.

Mavis was terrified and asked him what to do. He told her to flee to the surface world like they had always discussed. Mavis tearfully begged him to go with her but he explained that in his old age he would just slow her down. She said she would not leave him but he said that as a finale gift to him she should live and greet the moon for him. She tearfully bade him farewell and fled.

Miliax had stopped and turned back. She realized that the only way she could regain her honor would be to bring back Mavis and show everyone what a traitor she was. She then went to pursue her but the Halfling obstructed her path. She ordered him to move but he just whipped his slaves chain at her like a weapon and told her he would not let her pass. The battle that fallowed was short. He did well for a Halfling well past his prime but in the end he was slain but not before he had given her a lovely gash on her thigh.

Miliax then pursued Mavis deep into the tunnels. The chase lasted two days. Eventually rage drove Miliax harder despite her injury then fear drove Mavis. The battle that fallowed was one worthy of song and tale. Blood and many tears were shed on both sides. Just then Mavis thought she could hear Her friends voice whisper to her “my finale gift to you my dear. Your freedom.” Just as she felt his words she landed a luck punch to Miliax’s wounded thigh causing her to crumple with a cry of anguish.

Mavis then with tears in her eyes said “forgive me my beloved sister” and she drove her Sai into the wrist of Miliax effectively staking her to the ground. She then took her other sai and did the same with the other wrist and stood.

“Kill me” Miliax said. “finish what you began”
Mavis just turned and left and hollered back “goodbye sister”
Miliax spat and cried back “you are no sister of mine!”
Mavis did not respond. She just kept running. She emerged at 2:41 am from the mountain side near Whistledown. She looked up and there on that clear chilly night was the moon and stars in all their glory. She cried out a greeting from herself and for her fallen friend and said a quick prayer asking to be

shown some of the mercy Desna promised all those who are faithful to her. And with that last request she fell unconscious upon the hills side overcome with blood loss and exhaustion.

Mercy was indeed shown. For there by chance was a traveling cleric of Desna making his way from Korvosa to Sandpoint who was camped nearby. He heard her anguished cry and left to see who had spoken. When he found her he was at first prepared to slay her. For she was a Drow and an enemy to the surface world but as he drew near a small breeze came through blowing the torn clothes on her back aside revealing the tattoo which showed brightly in the moon light. He immediately put aside his weapon and carried her back to his camp.

He nursed her back to health and for two days she slept. When she awoke she out of reflex attacked him but he was a skilled warrior in his own right and she had barely strength to stand. After she gave up he asked her what had happened and who she was. After some not so subtle flattery and bribing of food she told him the basic story. He took pity on her and offered to let her travel with him to Sandpoint where she may perhaps build a new life for herself.

She having nothing better to do agreed and traveled with him to Sandpoint. When they arrived he paid room and board for her at the local inn for a month. He then bought her new clothes and weapons and resupplied her. She was shocked at his generosity and questioned him on it. His only reply was “The Lady Desna sent you too me to be provided for and I have done that. My charge is fulfilled. Farewell.” He then left without leaving her a chance to thank him. The only things she still possessed from her old life were her katana and Backpack.
She began to make a life for herself while internally praying the Barra would never find her.. She began to work for the local inn keeper by singing and waiting tables. It paid only enough for food and shelter but it was enough for now.

And all along she had forgotten the little Lolth doll buried deep in a pocket on her backpack.

Sorry its so long. fell in love with my charecter as i made it.


Lubella Heathertoes wrote:
@BoneWraith I believe the deadline is Fri, Jan 20th.
bonewraith wrote:
Thanks so much!!


Lubella is surprised to see a goblin in Sandpoint; she has heard that the locals here are quite hostile to them. When she sees the symbol of Sarenrae, she is intrigued; she has heard stories of rare goblin converts, but she had never met one before. It could, of course, be a ruse to infiltrate the town: all the more reason to check him out.

"Nice to see so many little people around today," Lubella says, walking up to the pedlar's cart. "I see you are one of the faithful," she says to Mr. Biggs. As always, she is wearing her own painted wooden holy symbol of Sarenrae around her neck. "I am Lubella Heathertoes, from the temple in Korvosa."


Seeing the goblin in town Ulrich hides the trophies that he collected on his way to town.

Maybe what I was told about the goblin problem around here was overstated if they are walking around town.


Has anyone seen Waz Up? He hasn't checked in since Thursday.
Also, while I'm here:


Let me know if I missed you or made a mistake.

Still pretty light on the divine so far.

Also, DM, I'm working on an "alternate" section, with Rixa's class changed to an oracle, along with sections detailing a few other changes what would be made. Same character, but a divine caster instead.


Dotting.

2d6 + 6 ⇒ (5, 3) + 6 = 14
2d6 + 6 ⇒ (6, 2) + 6 = 14
2d6 + 6 ⇒ (5, 5) + 6 = 16
2d6 + 6 ⇒ (3, 1) + 6 = 10
2d6 + 6 ⇒ (4, 3) + 6 = 13
2d6 + 6 ⇒ (4, 6) + 6 = 16

Nice rolls. I am thinking Aasimar Cleric. I'll see what I can come up with.


The goblin looks over the presented items. Hmm. Yes yes, Mr. Biggs can work something with these! When the woman approaches he turns to her with a large, almost scarily so, smile.
Ah, yes yes, Mr. Biggs reformed gobo! Mr. Biggs bad gobo influence wiped out by this nice long- er, lady and her friends. Mr. Biggs knew better than to fight them though, so the lady, ah.. she told Mr. Biggs she was a cleric, a follower of Sarenrea. Well, Mr. Biggs ask who that is, turns out she follows a fire goddess! Mr. Biggs enjoys fires, enjoys blowing things up and making fires too! Er, that is, Mr. Biggs doesn't blow anything up now. Mr. Biggs friendly gobo! Mr. Biggs was told to wear this symbol to show he is Sarenrea approved! Guards here not nice though, Mr. Biggs had to show paper to get in even with her symbol.

He then waves for you to lean down, then whispers. Mr. Biggs knows though, Mr. Biggs sees them watching. But it ok, Mr. Biggs understand. Most Gobos not know better and make a mess. He snaps his fingers. Pulling out another small contraption.

See see! Mr. Biggs traveling to understand world better! While Mr. Biggs travels, I give the joy of explosions to many people. Well, friendly explosions, all safe, the Goblin-Gaurentee! He then lights this new contraption, it quickly shoots off a ways with a loud screeching noise and ending in a pop just over head of a building.
Uh, oops. Mr. Biggs still not finished with that one. Its new. He takes out a small book and hastily scribbles something down in it. If you look, in very poorly written common, it says. Make fuse longer on shooty pops .

Anyway, Who is lovely lady that be nice to Gobo? Are you friends to other lady? He then finally notices the symbol around her neck.
Ah! Yes yes, must be friends. Mr. Biggs make two new friends in one day, Mr. Biggs on a roll! Hehehehehe.


Rixa:
Abrotriss is obviously confused by Rixa's statement. "Song of the Spheres?" he asks, obviously baffled. After a moment however, realization dawns, and he gives a sheepish smile. "Is that a deity? My schooling was rather vague on the subject of deities. Give me a realm and I can name most of its inhabitants, but I know next to nothing of the gods. So you were born a human then? Fascinating, it must make for an interesting story. Would you mind telling?" a book and pen seem to appear in his hands, an inkwell balanced precariously on his knee, held well off the ground, and yet there is an ease to the pose that belies its apparent awkwardness. The young man looks eagerly at her.

I just checked over DM waz up's page. It says that his last post was last night, so he hasn't been offline too long, certainly not long enough to rule out something simply having come up IRL.


Presenting Nuri Sun-Daughter, solar oracle, Shoanti warrior, and devotee of Saranrae!

Stats:

Nuri Sun-Daughter
Peri-blooded aasimar (emberkin) oracle 1 (Pathfinder Player Companion: Blood of Angels 23, Pathfinder RPG Advanced Player's Guide 42, Pathfinder RPG Bestiary 7)
NG Medium outsider (native)
Init +2; Senses darkvision 30 ft.; Perception +2
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Defense
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AC 16, touch 12, flat-footed 14 (+4 armor, +2 Dex)
hp 11 (1d8+3)
Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +3; +1 trait bonus vs. fear, +2 vs. [evil], +2 circumstance vs. blinded or dazzled
Resist acid 5, cold 5, electricity 5
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Offense
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Speed 30 ft.
Melee klar +1 (1d6+1)
Ranged shoanti bola +2 (1d4+1)
Spell-Like Abilities (CL 1st; concentration +5)
. . At will—halo
. . 1/day—compassionate ally[UM] (DC 16)
Oracle Spells Known (CL 1st; concentration +5)
. . 1st (4/day)—bless, cure light wounds, protection from evil
. . 0 (at will)—detect magic, guidance, light, virtue
. . Mystery Solar
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Statistics
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Str 13, Dex 14, Con 14, Int 12, Wis 12, Cha 18
Base Atk +0; CMB +1; CMD 13
Feats Angelic Blood[ARG]
Traits ease of faith, foreign-tongued: ameiko/tien, shoanti tattoo
Skills Diplomacy +9, Heal +5, Intimidate +4 (+6 circumstance vs. evil creatures), Knowledge (geography) +5, Knowledge (religion) +5, Linguistics +5, Perception +2, Spellcraft +7; Racial Modifiers +2 Spellcraft
Languages Celestial, Common, Draconic, Shoanti, Tien
SQ halo, oracle's curse (clouded vision), revelation (solar wind [1d6 fire])
Other Gear lamellar (leather) armor[UC], klar[UE], shoanti bola[ISWG] (3), silk rope (50 ft.), trail rations (5), wooden holy symbol of Saranrae, 20 gp, 3 sp, 1 cp
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Special Abilities
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Angelic Blood +2 saves vs. evil effects, to stabilize while dying, and 1 damage to evil or undead if bleeding.
Clouded Vision You cannot see beyond 30'
Darkvision (30 feet) You can see in the dark (black and white only).
Energy Resistance, Acid (5) You have the specified Energy Resistance against Acid attacks.
Energy Resistance, Cold (5) You have the specified Energy Resistance against Cold attacks.
Energy Resistance, Electricity (5) You have the specified Energy Resistance against Electricity attacks.
Halo +2 to intimidate vs. evil creatures and to saves against becoming blinded or dazzled.
Solar Wind (1d6 fire, 7/day) (Su) As a standard action, ranged touch att vs. foe in 30 ft deals dam.

Backstory:
Nuri was born in the Cinderlands to the Shoanti Sklar-Quah. However, from her earliest moments, it was clear that she was different, from her firey eyes to her talent for manipulating flames. Her magical talent was recognized by her tribe's thundercaller, and she was raised to become an oracle. Her first revalation came as she stared into the sun, and saw true power in it's infinite light. Her power was fully realized, but it came at the price of her sight, her eyes damaged by the sun she holds so dear. Despite all that, she decided she was not content to follow in the trackless meandering of her tribe, instead she would follow the sun and stars wherever they would lead her. And on a stormy day, her seemingly ceaseless wandering led her to Windsong Abbey. She went in to find respite from the storm, and when she left five days later, she was a devout worshiper of Saranrae. She wandered for a day more, before finding the quiet seaside town of Sandpoint. She then knew where she would settle down once more until her destiny called to her again. In the five years she has lived in Sandpoint, she has gotten to know Ameiko Kaijutsu quite well, and has refined her magic into a more polished form. She spends her days chatting with Ameiko, praying to Saranrae in whatever patch of sun she can find, or practicing her magic.

Appearance and Personality:

Nuri is a kind and generous person, and always striving to redeem those who do not see the light of goodness. While the sun took her sight, she sees it as a part of the journey to enlightenment that she must walk to gain power.
Nuri stands at about five feet and nine inches tall, with red-orange hair and cloudy eyes that burn with inner flame. Her skin is almost a burnished bronze and at times a glowing halo manifests around her head.


Abrotriss:

"Ah. My apologies. I take it you are not Varisian? The Song of the Spheres is the good lady Desna, lady of the stars." She says with a bit of a grin, "And I'm afraid there is no story to tell. I've been this way my entire life, but I've seen clearly that she was the one who blessed me with my form" She giggles, and twirls a bit of her hair between her fingers. "And blessed me she has. FIRE" The last word is in a language you don't recognize, but you instinctively know what it means. As she says it, a small flame of an almost metallic color kindles and dances on her palm, reflecting in her eyes like a twinkling star. She gazes longingly into the flame for a moment, before shaking her head quickly, as though to clear her mind, and breaks out of her trance, the fire vanishing. She smiles widely as she continues, "She's given me the power of the stars."
I took a peek at your profile, just so you know. It looks like you have a couple of skill points left to spend. Specifically, you still have two background skill points left to use.

Yes, I saw that. It makes it slightly odd that he hasn't checked in here, though.

Oracle Wealth:

3d6 ⇒ (4, 3, 4) = 11
Well... 5 more gp isn't bad, I suppose.


I got into the other campaign I applied to so I'm withdrawing my application. Best of luck to you all and have fun! :)


Deciding that Lubella doesn't seem alarmed, an no townsfolk have attacked the goblin or kobold yet, Ruaidhrigh decides to give them the benefit of the doubt, and wanders over, turning first to the goblin, then the kobold.

Goblin:

Spoiler:
"Good day, friend. I see you have much fire. I also like fire. Perhaps we can get along."

"It is not every day one sees a kobold merchant 'round these parts. How goes business, sir?"

after speaking with the newcomers, he turns to Lubella and raises and eyebrow "Fine meeting of small folk we have here, isn't it? We just need one o' the ratfolk and we'd have a clean sweep."


My Aasimar Cleric of Sarenrae.

Crunch is mostly complete. I will update tomorrow and join in with the discussion.

Appearance:
A light brown skinned man with golden eyes and bright red hair. He is wearing the desert robes of a nomad and adorned with the ankh of Sarenrae

First Impression:
Jawhar is trusting and naive, inexperienced about the wider world. He is prone to misunderstanding the intentions of others.
Looking more closely into his eyes, you can see signs of doubt and conflict. He appears to have suffered some tragedy and has not been able to fully process the information


Rixa:
Abrotriss blushes, clearly embarrassed. "Actually, I hail from Magnimar. If it is a local religion, my only defense is that I spent my whole life prior to coming here in my father's tower," he says sheepishly, before changing the subject. "That word, it was a word of power. You are a wordcaster! Fascinating! If I may ask, which words do you know?" The whole time the two has been talking, Abrotriss's pen has been scratching along, but he occasionally flips to a different page and pulls out a bit of charcoal, talking through the pen stuck in his mouth.

Knowledge Arcana: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30
Thanks for the heads up, I've been meaning to do that, but I keep forgetting.


Rolling for wealth
Wealth: 4d6 ⇒ (4, 5, 4, 5) = 18


Approaching Mr. Briggs behind Ruaidhrigh. I was hoping to be of use here since I can communicate with the little goblin, still if I am joining a new world best to be open minded.

Goblin:

Greetings sir. Seeing your explosion makes me hope we will have fireworks this evening, are you involved or just here for the festival.


Abrotriss:

"That's alright. Remember, I didn't know what an arcanist is." Rixa blushes and looks at the ground, "We all make mistakes, after all. I wasn't aware my breed of magic was known as Wordcasting. I just know it as the Arcane, or Ancient, Tongue. While I know many Words, the only ones I can put any power behind are friend, fire, sense magic, echo, and lift. Even then, I'm still learning how to fully command the power. I'm still limited in what I can do. If I try to say a word I can't fully command, well-" she says something unintelligible, but you pick up a hint of Draconic, and maybe a touch of Celestial or even Thassilonian. It doesn't sound like the word is derived from those languages, though. Rather, it's like each of those languages are in turn based off of this language.

A tiny bird pokes its head out from behind Rixa's shoulder "Yes?" it chirps in Celestial.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to wake you" Rixa lets the bird- a sparrow- hop onto her finger.

"It's fine. Who's this?"

Nice natural 20! You taught Rixa something! Also, no problem. By the way, Desna is one of the primary Varisian deities, along with one of the gods the new cathedral is dedicated to.


Background and Appearance added

The towering lady lumbers into town, with a smile on her face. All the colors! So pretty... ponders Mizzug as she looks around, the crowd not even close to blocking her view.

Spying the unlikely group of would-be adventures she stumbles their direction. "'Ello. You look friendly! I Mizzug" she stammers. Waving her arm abruptly towards the festivities, "Aint it a pretty sight?"


Hearing a voice from an unusual point, above his head, Ulrich turns and give a start, his hand sliding slightly towards his bow as he backs up, giving himself a small amount of space.

What in the heck?

Composing himself.

Umm hi there. And, umm, who might you be? composing himself Sorry, I am Ulrich. He cautiously extends a hand.


To the group too, since i can still plan while i wait for GM

From his custom races, what do you guys think of an undead Paladin? =^^= and he sometimes forgets that he's undead


Looking down at the green man, she takes his hand and gives it a hearty shake.

Tis nice to encounter a friend so soon considers the woman as she responds.

"I Mizzug. Nice ta meet ya. You come ta see temple too?"


Rixa:
"Hello there, I take it you are Rixa's familiar. What might your name be?" Abrotriss smiles at the sparrow, speaking in Celestial with the easy familiarity of one raised to a language before turning back to Rixa. "And I guess you still don't know what one is, sorry, I got carried away. An arcanist is a little like a sorcerer, and a little like a wizard. It's very difficult to explain, you have to be one to really get it, but I manipulate the fabric of magic itself to do things no other arcane spellcaster can."
Abrotriss is the one who didn't know :).


Seth86 wrote:

To the group too, since i can still plan while i wait for GM

From his custom races, what do you guys think of an undead Paladin? =^^= and he sometimes forgets that he's undead

As someone who thinks nobody can recognize him with a mask and hat on, I say you'd fit right in!

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Viega let the goblin converse with the halfling following their trade, stuffing the items back into his cart before pricking his frills up at the sound of another voice! Turning, he paused as he noticed... it was a gnome... some primal urge in him wanted to start something with him, but the better half of his mind won out, extending a friendly claw to the gnome. "It goes... slowly, but it goes. Most folks are a little... leery about buying from a kobold. Us being monsters and all."

He hadn't noticed that they really were getting a sizable number of littler races among them! How nice! "Add in a grippli and we've got a full fledged confederacy of races! But it is nice to speak with someone without needing to crane my neck to look them in the eye."


Just a heads up, DM waz up appears to still be around, he posted again last night, I'll PM him, maybe something weird happened like he forgot this existed.


Still speaking with Mizzug

Among other things. I have a relative in town.

What an unusual person. In the wildrness I may have held back fearing attack.

That is a unique marking on your face. Is it a bird?


Beaming at the half-orc's interest, she quickly replies. "Aye tis! A songbird in honor of the Eternal Rose. You of the flock?"


I don't typically RP in recruitment threads unless the GM says to (IMO it can clog up the thread, and sometimes overwhelm the GM), but I just wanted to confirm that I'm still around and would still love to play in this. I still need to plug a lot of the crunch into his profile but Baldric will be ready to go by the deadline!

and, since I forgot to do it earlier...
wealth: 5d6 ⇒ (5, 1, 3, 1, 1) = 11
Lol- average it is!


Baldric Moore wrote:

I don't typically RP in recruitment threads unless the GM says to (IMO it can clog up the thread, and sometimes overwhelm the GM), but I just wanted to confirm that I'm still around and would still love to play in this. I still need to plug a lot of the crunch into his profile but Baldric will be ready to go by the deadline!

and, since I forgot to do it earlier...
[dice=wealth]5d6
Lol- average it is!

Yeah, I had no idea it would explode like that. Just wanted to sneak in some RP for this character incase I don't get a chance to play him. And then it turned into a party!

And yeah, that wealth roll isn't going to fly unless you are playing a monk.


I'm still trying to figure out how a kineticist's wealth is 1d6x10. I know I don't need much, but geez. At least I rolled 50 and didn't have to take the average.

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