Looking for a couple more players (I already have four) for a new campaign set in the strange world of Aetheras.
The campaign will begin in the city of Phendras, a city built around an ancient wreck of some kind of skyship, much larger than an ordinary skyship and constructed with alien technology. Inside the skyship a magical sphere was found - the so-called Phendric Sphere. It protects the city and has strange (and sometimes dangerous) effects on anyone in close proximity of it. An order of paladins called the Phendric Cynaad guard the Sphere.
The game will have pregenerated characters (to start off with at least). The pregens can be found here. Four have already been taken.
The rules will be modified Pathfinder rules. You won't have the typical races or classes for example.
Looking forward to hear from you.
Which are taken?
The ones that say TAKEN with large, red letters, so: Bevis Mherone, Aleyn Soath, Preysh Kavaan, and Juna Kalaris.
What is a Sajalen, can I find info on them?
A Sejalen is a subterranean creature akin to a goblin.
Talya has been taken too now.
Ah thought so
Zalani is an interesting idea
I'd be interested in playing Kara Sitala
Okay, I only need one of you, so if you could each write something in character so I can get an idea of your style, that would be great. Make up the scenario yourself. Thanks.
What to do...what to do...
It wasn't an odd scenario. She was a lone woman traveling to the outskirts of the city Phendras. Certain individuals would take it upon themselves to accompany an existence such as her's, no matter how much she protested. Thankfully, it seemed a survivor of war had stepped forward and aided her in scaring off the ruffian.
"Thank you," she said sincerely. The older soldier shook his head.
"It should be thanking you miss."
"Oh?"
"Yer Kara Sitala right? The one who ended the war."
"I am, but I really didn't-"
He lifted his hand to stop her and shook his head.
"I'm not sure if you 'member me, but you saved my life during the Cirithian Siege."
He lifted his shirt to reveal a scar that covered the entierty of his lover chest and left side.
"Everyone else said I was done for, Just prayed for me and left me to my fate. It was so cold, and I whimpering for my mother."
He blushed at this, bashful at his past display of weakness.
"But then," he continued, "when my vision had all but faded, someone held my hand and told me 'I'm here, your mother's here.' I woke up a week later in the recovery ward, but I'll never forget the comfort you gave me, and how you saved my life."
Now Kara was blushing. Here in broad daylight and public transportation, was a man twenty years her senior professing his gratitude. She had helped so many, it was hard to keep track as people lived and died. But here was a living testament to her efforts.
"Please, you owe me nothing," She said embracing him. One living being to another. "I'm just glad you survived."
"If you're not busy later, would you like to come over to my place. I have someone who wants to meet you."
"Oh?"
"My wife and son, a former refugee and war orphan. They'd like to meet the hero who saved my life."
He was grinning ear to ear. And so was she.
Exactly what I was looking for, inx. Now to see what The Laughing Man comes up with.
If The Laughing Man hasn't posted in two hours from now, I will take it he has lost interest, and give the spot to you inxpitter.
Okay, inxspitter you're in. Welcome onboard.
Cool.