Got it started anyway... crunch is 90% done, got the appearance complete, the rest to follow in the next few days.
The change has been made. :)
I just had Lonjiku on the brain for some reason. Probably because he's covered in glass.
Submitting Shelby Renarin, Warpriest of Iomedae.
Her role in a caravan would likely be a guard, or protector of some sort.
"Hey, Shelby, want to climb up here and share a drink and a story with us?" One of the caravan workers, a comely young man named Adam, called down to her from a nearby wagon. She tries to smile at the man as she shakes her head, but the effort draws her lips into a grim line on her face instead of the friendly smile she was looking for. The men laugh good-naturedly, anyway, having not really expected her to accept.
She wanders to the other side of the slow-moving caravan, finding one of her traveling companions. "Anything of import?" She asks briskly. When the other replies in the negative, she nods, turning about and walking in an almost militaristic fashion back to the other side that she tended to haunt. The sun was setting, darkness looming as the caravan started finding a place to settle down for the night. Dusk was always a morose time for her, reminding her of her fallen father, so she set to work, establishing a perimeter and ensuring the principals of the traveling group were at the center of the camp while the guards and herself would remain on the outskirts to ward off invaders.
In:
Ed Sobel - Lou Kasuri - Human Monk
El Ronza - Liera Mvashti - Tiefling Witch
Applying:
DM Crispy - Shelby Renarin - Human Warpriestess
Oterisk - Tshilaba Vadoma - Human Cardcaster Magus
Olmek - Jin Thiesson - Human Ninja/Rogue
Olmek - Vash Kandar - Human Samurai
NarcoticSqurl - ??? - Aasimar Cleric
Calinthas Aldimay - Crimjak Agathion - Tiefling Barbarian
Choon - Sir Archibald Benedict Thunderblossom - Gnome Investigator
Zev - ??? - ??? Hunter
So... I thought I'd poke my head in, roll, and see what I can come up with.
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Ok, so I've got a 22 point buy...Now I just have to figure out what to play since this would be my first run of Jade Regent.
@Zev: Is there something other than the plant companion that you want from the archetype?
Not really. Treesinger doesn't have much beyond converting all animal companion stuff to plants (Plant Animal Companion, Green Empathy instead of Wild Empathy, and Wild Shape into plants).
Since I don't like Wild shape, and would end up making a Druid/Ranger with Boon companion, I just think Hunter fits better. It just doesn't get the archetype.
Heck, I don't even really care about the green/wild empathy swap. I just really like the idea of a carnivorous flower pet.
This is Zev's base profile as the 1st lvl druid. I just was wondering about the hunter/plant question before I made any changes.
I will also need to modify his backstory to fit JR (as he was built for a SD), but I know he will be going for Childhood Crush on Shalelu.
This is Zev's Plant companion for Datura
His hometown of Middlebrook sat squarely in the middle if the valley. It was mainly peopled by halflings. Another Halfling settlement to the north, Northbrook, and a Gnome town to the south that all the Halflings called Southbrook but all the Gnomes called The Agust and Glorious Empire of Sparklesprocket, The AGES for short, which annoyed everyone but the Gnomes to no end.
Young Archibald was always getting into things and "solving problems" and generally getting into everyone's hair. It was assumed that he would grow out of this "Gnomeishness", and he did. Kindof. Really, it just changed form. He went from finding Farmer Hatterly's not-lost pumpkins to finding his his wife in Mr. Gale's bedroom and from "brewing" a drink of boiled water and pine cones to brewing actual drinks.
His tendency to discover community disrupting secrets, however, made him a constant headache for the mayors of Middlebrook and Northbrook (the Gnomes just thought his disruptions were hilarious). After a particularly lucky string of scandalous revelations, their tolerance broke. They Knighted him, gave him the title Sir, loaded him up, and sent him over the hills into the lands of the tall folk on a mission of discovery with a fancy sword cane in one hand and flashy Parade armor gleaming.
Thus, Sir Archibald Benedict Thunderblossom came to Sandpont on a quest to see all that there is to see and learn all there is to learn.
Sir Archibald Benedict Thunderblossom strode into the Rusty Dragon in with his cane leading the way. His polished armor rattled slightly as he took his place. It was a good table in the center of the room, and his chair was precisely placed so that he could hear each conversation at every table if he willed. Mostly, however, he wanted to observe a certain Elf at the bar. Shalelu was everything he was not. Tall (gods! Everything was tall here!), deadly, female. He couldn't get enough of her, but he had to be careful. People like her typically didn't like unreserved adoration. She should be used to it. Associating with the Heroes of Sandpoint was just the start. She had defended this town for years. She deserved a few fans!
That RP is lackluster at best. I just can't think of a good RP moment right now. That should finish up the submission. :)
In:
Ed Sobel - Lou Kasuri - Human Monk
El Ronza - Liera Mvashti - Tiefling Witch
Applying:
DM Crispy - Shelby Renarin - Human Warpriestess
Oterisk - Tshilaba Vadoma - Human Cardcaster Magus
Olmek - Jin Thiesson - Human Ninja/Rogue
Olmek - Vash Kandar - Human Samurai
NarcoticSqurl - ??? - Aasimar Cleric
Calinthas Aldimay - Crimjak Agathion - Tiefling Barbarian
Choon - Sir Archibald Benedict Thunderblossom - Gnome Investigator
Zev - Datura Oleander - Elf? Hunter
ShadowyFox - ??? - ???
@Zev: Gotcha. I'm perfectly okay with you picking a plant companion.
Vash let out a deep sigh. His sensei had always found his calligraphy sorely lacking.
It will sharpen your spirit and steady your arm. The old man's eyes would twinkle. And you never know when your lord could make use of an elegant hand. Make the symbol again.
Vash was suddenly interrupted from his memories by a crash from within the Rusty Dragon. He rose quickly from his seat next to the front entrance. Ameiko was the only surviving member of the Kaijitsu family, and he had sworn himself to her service. Lately, that service had been acting as a bouncer for her inn. Rarely did it prove exciting, but it allowed ample time for him to practice the arts his master so insisted upon. After all, a samurai should be equally talented at creating a thing of beauty as he should at destroying something.
Stepping into the inn, his eyes adjusted to the dim light and looked at what was causing the commotion: a couple of mercenaries. He recognized the pair. Rough-looking Chelaxians with too much to drink and too little to do. Sheriff Hemlock had threatened to arrest them before. The young Shoanti samurai started towards them, his lamellar armor clinking with every step.
"Out. Now." Vash was not a man of many words, but he liked to be as clear as possible. His hand drifted towards his blade, in case the warriors made a threatening mood, but the words of his master caught in his mind again. Never draw your sword unless you intend to kill or be killed for it. This is what separates you from the common man. Vash dropped his hands to his side and waited to see how the mercenaries would react. He still had much to learn.
Just a reminder, recruitment ends in four days.
Such a Long Time! :P
I'm an impatient little one.
Okay, final full submission.
Datura Oleander, Male Elf Divine Hunter (with a carnivorous flower Animal Companion).
Male elf hunter (divine hunter) 1
NG Medium humanoid (elf)
Init +7; Senses low-light vision; Perception +9
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Defense
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AC 18, touch 15, flat-footed 13 (+3 armor, +5 dexterity)
hp 9 (1d8+1)
Fort +2, Ref +7, Will +3; +2 vs. enchantments
Immune sleep
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Offense
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Speed 30 ft.
Melee longsword +1 (1d8+1/19-20)
Ranged longbow +5 (1d8/×3)
Hunter Spells Known (CL 1st; concentration +4):
1st (2/day)—cure light wounds, gravity bow
0 (at will)—flare, guidance, purify food and drink (DC 12), resistance
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Statistics
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Str 12, Dex 20, Con 11, Int 12, Wis 16, Cha 11
Base Atk +0; CMB +1; CMD 16
Feats Point-blank Shot
Traits child of nature, childhood crush, warrior of old
Skills Handle Animal +4, Knowledge (geography) +5, Knowledge (nature) +8, Knowledge (Religion) +5, Perception +9, Stealth +8, Survival +9 (+11 to find food and water); Racial Modifiers +2 Perception, silent hunter
Languages Common, Druidic, Elven, Goblin
SQ green empathy, nature sense, plant bond (animal companion)
Other Gear studded leather, arrows (40), longbow, longsword, belt pouch, flint and steel, wooden holy symbol (Gozreh), spell component pouch, waterskin, whetstone, 13 gp, 9 sp, 8 cp
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Special Abilities
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Animal Companion Link (Ex) You have a link with your Animal Companion.
Child of Nature (Knowledge [nature]) +2 Survival to find food and water, +1 Knowledge (Nature), and one of these is a class skill.
Childhood Crush (Shalelu, 1/day) (Ex) Gain crush's favor & +1 to saves(DC15 Cha check). +1 vs foe threatening them.
Elven Immunities - Sleep You are immune to magic sleep effects.
Wild Empathy +1 (Ex) Improve the attitude of an animal, as if using Diplomacy.
Low-Light Vision See twice as far as a human in low light, distinguishing color and detail.
Point-Blank Shot +1 to attack and damage rolls with ranged weapons at up to 30 feet.
Share Spells with Companion (Ex) Can cast spells with a target of "you" on animal companion, as touch spells.
Silent Hunter Reduce Steath penalty for moving by -5, can make Stealth checks while running (at -20 - includes reduced penalty).
Animal Focus (1/day) (Su) Can take on the aspect of an animal as a swift action.
Datura is quiet, not having much to say to others, though he speaks often and readily to any plants or animals he interacts with. It is clear that he gets along with them more than people in general, and can even be seen in high spirits when doing so, like they are old friends. He looks like he eyes everyone with scrutiny, but whether he learns anything from this, it doesn't show
Datura grew up on the southeastern fringes of the Meirani forest, his family working as scouts along the border to help protect the elven lands. His parents worked together with those of his one childhood friend, Shalelu Andosana. Hers were martial defenders, keeping goblins and other unwanted visitors from the lands, whereas his operated more as nurturers of the land. Datura and Shalelu grew, and often trained, together. Their parents each alternated between teaching them archery, swordplay, plant and forest lore, the elven and nature gods, and how to make it in the wilds. It seemed like Datura had learned everything he needed to make it in life, except how to tell Shalelu how he felt about her. He kept telling himself that he would just go ahead and do it, but he lost his nerve every time. The day he convinced himself to just spit it out, they learned her father had died on patrol from a goblin’s blade, and he couldn’t go through with it.
She withdrew, focusing on bringing her vengeance to goblin-kind as a whole. In turn, Datura withdrew into the land and his faith, no longer able to be close to the one friend he had. He grew instead to befriend the local flora and fauna, and the role the gods play on the cycle of the world. The further she retreated into her vengeance, the deeper he delved into his solitude. He had taken to talking to the wildlife only to break the silence, and because he didn’t fear that his feelings wouldn’t be returned. His hopes that they could reconcile had been fully dashed when the dragon attacked the lands, and she lost her mother as well, as that’s when she left the forest altogether. He had stayed with his parents to help bring the lands back to their former glory.
While working on the regrowth efforts, he had happened across a new species of plant he hadn’t seen before, and he could only assume it had something to do with the taint of the dragon’s death. He cultivated both the plant, and his attachment to it. He had taken to naming it, and even got close enough that it began to understand and follow his commands. As a female plant, he would cultivate the seeds, and lucky that he did since the mindless thing often got itself damaged beyond repair. Whenever that happened, he would plant and harvest one of the seedlings and begin again. Over time, a sort of genetic memory stuck, each new seedling quickly following the lessons learned by the parent. He had almost finally forgotten about the love he was never able to cultivate with Shalelu, until word of the events around Sandpoint and her involvement reached him.
He couldn’t help himself. He felt he had grown, and he was comfortable and ready to tell her what he never could. He gathered his meager belongings, his newly grown friend, and made for Sandpoint. The trip itself was very little hardship for him, but the people and places caused him so much discomfort. He still didn’t deal well with talking to them, or interacting with non-elves. By the time he arrived in Sandpoint, he had talked himself out of thinking he would be able to express himself to Shalelu, and knew when he finally saw her again after so long. Instead, he decided to stay in the town, at least to be close enough for when he finally does end up getting the nerve.
Adding to his dissatisfaction over options, he is forced to watch Awd eat whatever she can. Opening her petals to allow the sickly sweet aroma to attract the pervasive flies that inundate the vendor's stalls, she waits until many of them gather and land, before she snaps closed with a quick 'Thwwip'. It's really all she has had for protein during their travels, and he's already had to keep her from snapping at a hapless gnome they passed in the street the other day.
Datura turns to her, speaking sylvan to her as he always does "That's disgusting. I know your hungry for good food as well, but sometimes watching you eat reminds me why I don't eat meat." Turning to the vendor he offers, "I'll take these three, and one of those. No, the one beside it." before handing the man much more coin than he feels the food is really worth, but that's the trouble buying from farmers who do so for income.
It isn't long before he learns of where Shalelu stays in town, he heads there to find lodging. When he and Awd arrive at the place, it seems nice enough that he may be able to find some nice greens. As the innkeeper or barmaid, he's unsure, offers food and drink he asks, "Do you have a nice vegetable soup? Something maybe of cabbage and carrots. No meat stock. Also, is there somewhere my friend can trap vermin? She prefers live meat, so if you've seen any rat or spider trouble in your larder she would be most pleased to have fresh meat."
Hey DMS, gonna switch up my application since I notice there is already a tiefling in the current makeup - Crimjak will be remade a human kellid Barbarian as seen here.
GM - I be a halfling, just so you know. I happen to have a few gnomish tendencies, but my DNA is halfling. :)
In:
Ed Sobel - Lou Kasuri - Human Monk
El Ronza - Liera Mvashti - Tiefling Witch
Applying:
DM Crispy - Shelby Renarin - Human Warpriestess
Oterisk - Tshilaba Vadoma - Human Cardcaster Magus
Olmek - Jin Thiesson - Human Ninja/Rogue
Olmek - Vash Kandar - Human Samurai
NarcoticSqurl - ??? - Aasimar Cleric
Calinthas Aldimay - Uruk Meginherd - Human Barbarian
Choon - Sir Archibald Benedict Thunderblossom - Halfling Investigator
Zev - Datura Oleander - Elf Hunter
ShadowyFox - ??? - ???
Just to let you guys know, I don't mind having more than one tiefling or aasimar in the party.
Alrighty, I think I'm done tweaking things. :)
Just to let you guys know, I don't mind having more than one tiefling or aasimar in the party.
While I figured that might be the case, the truth is the more I thought about playing a Barbarian, the more I thought I'd go for a straight up Conan style hulk than a lean but tough tiefling.
Looking at the Player's guide, I will add to my role in a caravan by listing the jobs I (and Awd) qualify for beyond Hero or Passenger:
Datura:
Driver
Guide
Scout
Spellcaster
Awd:
Guard
DM-Salsa, how do you handle pet HP? Is it like a PC (max +the method used on leveling), or like a Monster (4.5 each level [4, 5, 4, 5, etc..])?
@Uruk: I hear ya. They may be a cliche, but they are fun to play.
@Datura: I think the official method is Half the hit die per level (4, 5, 4, 5... and so on.) Let's just do it like that.
@NarcoticSqurl and ShadowyFox: Are you two still interested? If so please let me know.
I am. I've been swamped with work and tonight the weather has knocked out internet and intermittently all electricity. The joys of work on the weekend...
But VERY interested.
Okay, I'll give everyone an extra day, and leave this open until Wednesday to give everyone a chance to finish up or polish their submissions.
I know some of you are chomping at the bit, and so am I, but we'll get started soon enough.
Wednesday night is my meatspace game, but I'll check in after that is through.
Wednesday! D: That's like a whole 'nother day!
To second Vash: Boo! Like, the displeased boo, and not the it's almost Halloween boo, or the term of affection used by peoples in the Mississippi Delta area boo.
That last one is beaux. :D
I know, I know, but I hope the wait's worth it.
I echo these others in that I am most displeased, good sir, and I will lodge a formal protest at my nearest consulate post haste!
Heh, funny thing is, I had supper with my paternal grandmother tonight and came back with home-made salsa and pickles.
I already know who to blame...
You pretentious French snob. LOL
I already know who to blame...
The Bunyips? It's the Bunyips, right?
I have been out and I am starting to get tired as I was making my rounds.
I will definitely post tomorrow. also I am trying to come up with a good reply for Lulu.
Salsa. Dude. You don't joke about bunyips. (No, autocorrect, I didn't mean bunnies.)
Would I get yelled at if I said I didn't know what bunyips are?
I wouldn't imagine so, as I've been playing for a long time and they rarely come up. I imagine (knowing RotRL) that they may hold a special place in the hearts of Salsa's RotRL players, though.
Also, my emotions are twisted on the extra day. When I'm running behind on CharGen, I love when the deadline gets pushed back. All the same, I always feel like as soon as I'm fully done with my submission, I'm ready for recruitment to close no more than 5 minutes afterward. So I can sympathize with those who need the extra time, but am equally about ready to chew right through the bit.
Man, bunyips are the one creature Australian mythology has contributed to the Bestiaries. Don't mock our sole contribution. ('Cos us Aussies are crazy bastards.)
Bunyips are either the painful things old ladies get on their feet OR a special word for when rabbits get the hiccups.
I won't accept any other answer.
What if they were the painful things old lady rabbits get on their feet when they have the hiccups?
I wouldn't imagine so, as I've been playing for a long time and they rarely come up. I imagine (knowing RotRL) that they may hold a special place in the hearts of Salsa's RotRL players, though.
Also, my emotions are twisted on the extra day. When I'm running behind on CharGen, I love when the deadline gets pushed back. All the same, I always feel like as soon as I'm fully done with my submission, I'm ready for recruitment to close no more than 5 minutes afterward. So I can sympathize with those who need the extra time, but am equally about ready to chew right through the bit.
Haven't made it that far, although I will make an effort to make that encounter as memorable as the one with Krosk.
--- krosk.... *shudder*
Krosk! Ahhhhh! *eyes bleed at the very thought*
And I didn't even have to remind them of the strippers :D
I feel like I've been missing out.
Don't worry Paulus, I'm sure we'll have our own horror stories. Heck, we just nearly avoided one. ;)
You know, there's a few of encounters in the first three CotCT books that I can take into Krosk Territory with very little effort.
yes.... send Krosk over there... he need to meet new friends.
We'd prefer the strippers, but thanks anyway.
We'd prefer the strippers, but thanks anyway.
sorry its a package deal..
yo pays yo money, yo takes ya chances...