I'm trying to compose an intro story like Noro's, but I'm getting a little blocked. Maybe it'll break loose soon.
*edit*
New page! Woot!
Olivius Telraven was back in his room. His feet sunk in the deep crimson carpets and the entire house smelled of the roast that was being prepared in the kitchens. He walked to the door leading out into the polished marble upper halls where he was confronted by his second older brother, Avaran.
He shook his head to clear the memory. Avaren was one of the more cruel of his siblings, and he preferred to leave all memories of that sick boy buried. His feet were getting sore.
He had been standing watch over the caravan circle all day in the glaring sun. All because Glinter was paranoid. Sandpoint may be a small town, he had lectured, but that doesn't give us permission to be off our guard. Now stand there and keep your eyes open. That's what I pay you for, right? Olivius only grunted and almost laughed in his face, but quickly shut it up. The guard hadn't been paid since the end of last trip. The deal was half start: half end, but Glinter was short this round.
AFter a glare at the other guards, Glinter had stormed off into his wagon. He was probably counting his coin and drinking again. Glinter was always in his wagon now a days. It's a wonder this last expedition hadn't fallen apart. Three days into the Mushfens and they had been waylaid by goblins. Not the feral, unreasonable kind. It was Griphook the Pustule and his clan. They liked to threaten and squeak, but they backed down when the guard formed up.
Except this time they didn't. For some reason they charged the circle. Stupid beasts. Half were shot dead before they even made it close to the circle. The rest were dispatched easily enough. Except for Griphook. He hung on and bit snarled and swung that dangerous Horse Chopper of his about, wounding two men before Olivius's spear found his neck.
That's why they were back so soon, barely a month after leaving since last time. Glinter wouldn't risk going after the larger Frogmen communities with a pair of wounded guards. Therefore, they couldn't afford any of the guards.
Olivius still had a couple score gold in his pouch from last pay day, so he wandered the streets and pubs. A curious and lively crowd was packing Sandpoint for the opening of the new big church or something. Olivius just liked the new faces.
As he was walking past a warehouse dockside where a tumble between a tiny girl and a big bouncer was just getting warmed up, he noticed that he was being followed. Or meybe not. He circled the block just to be sure, and his tail followed. Quickly, he tried to move uptown, to more brightly lit streets and his caravan friends, but it was no use. One more block up and he was forced into an ally way. He tried to run through, but men appeared at the other side.
His shield and spear came up, ready to fend off a mugging. The men, now four in all, charged at him with chains and a mancatcher. Olivius caught the slaver's tool on his shield and stepped inside its reach. He then reversed his grip on his spear and drove the butt up under the catcher's chin, loosing some teeth and sending him sprawling. The others, obviously not expecting much resistance, tried to rush him all at once, but wherever they struck, Olivius was there with shield or spear. After only a few seconds, all were bloodied and gloaning on the pavement. By this time, the leader had gathered his senses, and delivered his message.
Olivius Telraven, you are hereby ordered by your father, Lord Tolus Albright Valerianar Telraven and Commander Garen Steelboot of the Asmodean Academy of Military Sciences to return to your post at the Academy for disciplinary action. Your desertion has left a smear upo...
He never finished as Olivius quickly stepped to the side and touched his short spear to the man's chest.
I don't care what my father or the Commander say. I'm not going back. I never will. I will be a mage! I will practice and I will do it. Then they'll see that I was right. And you can tell them that.
He leaves the men there with their wounds and continues his walk back to the caravan. But he can't help it. He feels like he's being watched.
After four blocks he finally dared a glance behind him. An empty street met his gaze.
Even included a picture to reference Victoria's figure when she isn't wearing armor or a get-up. Just for Horatio. Ha.
Ahahaha! Many thanks!
Regarding deities, is it any surprise that our dashing bard is a Caileanite? No? Didn't think so.
Good to know I'm not the only young'n here. 22, played D&D for two weeks when I was 16, read the books obsessively, started DMing Legacy of Fire this February. I've been in two real-life Pathfinder games (one's a core-only, 15-point-buy homebrew in which I'm a pyromaniacal, easily-distracted gnome sorcerer; the other was a stupidly overpowered, 40-point-buy, double WBL, anything-goes, fast-and-loose with the rules drunken pirate homebrew), as well as one *ahem* Pokemon tabletop game. I'm currently in 4 other active PBPs. I'm still slowly getting the hang of it all, so if I botch something, don't be afraid to point it out (gently).
And since we're getting into the spirit of intro posts, I happened to whip something up last night in which the dashing young bard has a somewhat terrifying experience. I imagine it taking place, also, the night before the festival.
Horatio woke in the night to someone’s lips against his ear. He smiled sleepily, making a small pleased noise in the back of his throat.
The lips moved to his neck, becoming more insistent now. “Wake up,” Flynn’s voice whispered, and Horatio smiled again, rolling over onto his back.
Flynn was above him, already leaning down to kiss him again. Their lips met, and Horatio allowed himself to melt in his lover’s arms, making no move to stop Flynn as he began to unbutton his shirt.
Then Flynn stopped. His eyes glazed over. Horatio frowned. “Are you alright?” he asked carefully. Flynn’s hands had turned cold as ice, and their grip on his shirt was too tight for him to wriggle from.
Then something poked out of Flynn’s eye, and Horatio gasped in terror. A spider crawled from his tear duct, one leg at a time, and scuttled away across his face. Then Flynn’s jaw fell open with a sound like a rusty hinge, and a swarm of spiders vomited themselves out onto Horatio’s chest.
He screamed, trying to bat them away, but Flynn’s skull was already tilting back, and hairy black legs were poking from between his jaws. A huge spider, the size of a small child, was crawling up from his throat, dragging with it a slew of tiny potion vials, which fell clinking to the bed, rising up in piles. The dream spider’s legs twitched, and its fangs dripped poison, burning holes in Horatio’s chest, and the fangs were flying for his face –
He sat bolt upright in bed, just managing to choke back a scream. He swallowed the scream before it could escape, breathing heavily. He was soaked in cold sweat, the thin sheets clinging to his body. He patted his own chest, just to check. No holes. No spiders. He breathed a sigh of relief.
“Horatio?” The sleepy voice at his side almost drew another scream from him, but he managed to choke this one back, too. “Are you alright?”
He looked down at the half-asleep form of Shira, the lady from the tavern. A lonely soul, like himself, looking for some company for the night and nothing more. “Yes... yes, I’m fine. A bad dream, is all.”
“Did you want to go again? Take your mind off it?” she murmured, running a hand lazily over his back. Normally he’d have welcomed it, but right now, her fingers felt too much like spider legs for comfort, drawing a shudder from him.
“Not now, no,” he sighed, taking a swig from the glass of water at the bedside. “I think I need a walk." She nodded sleepily.
"I'll be here when you get back."
The bard nodded, pulling on his clothes. A few moments later, he was gone.
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I just got something typed up for this discussion intro. Leaves it open for us to start running into each other too, I think.
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It was just another day to her, just another small town. Just another bit of corruption she knew she had to alleviate. That’s basically all it really boiled down to at this point, she knew that it was impossible to wipe out evil altogether, it was just her job to trim the hedges. Sandpoint. She had only just arrived with little more knowledge than the opening of a new church and a festival both just days away. It was just a bit more than a coincidence to her.
She sat quietly at the stool she decided to call her own within this quaint enough inn, her dark hood pulled over her face and her robe hiding her studded leather armor. She wasn’t large and the only weapon she sported in public was her bow, but her mysterious presence drew more attention than she was hoping. She was trying too hard.
“New to town are ye? What can I get for you?” The bartender’s words flooded into her ears, interrupting her thoughts.
“I’ll take water, thanks.” Her demeanor was nice enough, but the bartender wasn’t impressed. She didn’t even bother to make eye contact and, well, water just wasn’t a fun enough answer. “Water? Surely you could use an ale, outsider. I imagine it has been quite a walk.”
Slowly, she raised her head to peer through her hood at the bartender, revealing jet black bangs and dull gray, almost faded blue, eyes. “I must remain focused. I’ll have a water.”
Her voice was calm, but every word was backed by more conviction than most knew to describe. Knowing she would not change her mind, the bartender decided it was best not to remain insistent. Grabbing an ale mug, the bartender begins pouring some recently boiled and chilled water into a mug for the stranger.
“So, are you here for the festival?” The bartender spoke with a curious tone that he had used many times before. “You could say that. I’m here to see what happens.”
Upon receiving her drink, she wasted little time relieving her thirst. Leaving behind a silver coin, she stood and began walking toward the door.
“It’s awfully late, stranger. Be careful”
”I can handle myself. Thank you. I just need to forget.” Her tone was that of legitimate appreciation, not of sarcasm.
”Won’t you at least say your name?”
”Victoria. White Assassin.”
She walked out of the door. As she walked down the street, she whispered her tenets to herself. A paladin would have never ran away. Just like they didn’t. Just as none of them did.
Its gonna be tomorrow before I get that intro posted. I had an unexpected road trip I had to make today.
Victoria's going to be an intriguing character to play with...
Why can't you edit it? It's a self-proclaimed title
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I just meant my intro post. I used 'White Assassin' and I can't edit the post. But that's what I'll call myself until [insert self-realizing plot material here] happens. Even though I have achieved 'paladin-hood', I have to prove it to myself before I introduce myself as a paladin. That sort of thing.
As do I. Very interesting indeed...
Oooo, Neat. Anyway, working on the last bit of the first post. Will be up in a bit hopefully.
My poor, suffering F5 button...
Flurry of F5 is a class skill for me...
Feel free to sak any OOC questions here and IC questions in the game thread.
One thing I'd like to note. If I move on from something and you'd liek to play it out, I prefer that you use Flex-timing to avoid slowing the game. So if you'd like to discuss refining with the dwarven princess after I've moved on to tackling the tubermen raiding the molepeople, the post would look like this.
pillowtalk about ore smelting.
Making mashed taters and glazed carrots.
The labels need to be obvious and clear so I know what is what and when we switched, because I don't need to be any more confused than I will likely be anyway.
(And some the places my mind goes late at night...)
Curiosity: DM-Salsa, would you allow Eastern Armors? I don't want a set now, but for future reference. There's a particular set calling my name...
Umm, I'm going to have to think about that one. At first blush I'd say not until a certain point where you may or may not go to Magnimar.
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Curiosity: DM-Salsa, would you allow Eastern Armors? I don't want a set now, but for future reference. There's a particular set calling my name...Umm, I'm going to have to think about that one. At first blush I'd say not until a certain point where you may or may not go to Magnimar.
Not a problem. In the off chance that you're interested, it's Kikko Armor. It would make excellent mithral armor for someone trying to balance check penalty and active AC if you have medium armor proficiency.
And now this will be in my campaigns tab. Fantastic!
Also, excellent job providing short intros for each character. Superb job there.
It begins! And I'm also glad to have this under my campaigns tab. Woohoo!
Note: starting tomorrow I will not be posting in the evenings (Eastern US time). I can post up until around 4 or 5, then not again until early morning. Yay second shift.
Anyway, just giving everyone an FYI
On a similar note, my posting times are usually from about 5 pm to 9 am, EST. Aussie and all that. I just hope I don't miss out on all the juicy role-playing as a result...
Hey GM, is it too late to add mundane equipment to my character sheet? I just realized I forgot to give my character a shaving kit. Can't have a scruffy bard, can we?
That's fine.
I hope Saroune posts soon. I'd hate to have to start bringing in alternates already.
Sorry all.
My typical posting times are 5 pm to 1 am EST, but today I had a work party from about 5 to right up until now. I'll try to be more snappy in the future.
This is my first PbP campaign. :/
Not a problem. I was just getting a little worried is all. (Paranoria is funny like that.)
Let me just take this moment to say that if this keeps up we are going to have a crazy long first page.
Looks like I’m the one to blame for that — wannabe fic-writer + first PbP + really wanting to establish Pavanna’s character through dialogue and actions = runaway keyboard. :(
Me, I just ramble... >.>
It's been great fun to read so far. :)
As a heads-up, I'm at work all day tomorrow (Adelaide time). Might be able to squeeze a post in the morning, but no promises.
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So I suppose my reaction to Noro can come during or after Akisame's bit? Also hoping Olivius jumps in since I sneakily followed him and abruptly ran off suspiciously.
I'm far from complaining since it's no one's fault, but I was typing up a post in response to Noro and Akisame got to it first. Hence the confusion.
I think the term is "Ninja'd" and I apologize for that. I was feeling a bit detached and was looking for a place to associate with one or more of the other PCs. Most everyone had somewhere to post so I jumped at the first available situation. Feel free to hop in yourself. I don't mind.
also I wasn't sure if Victoria yelled up or actually went to the room.
A question just occurred to me, DM-Salsa: the free skill-point each PC got during char-gen for a ‘background’ skill. Assuming we survive long enough to hit level 2, would we get those again, or was that a one-time thing for flavour? :-S
I've got my fingers crossed for each level. I've been looking up bardic masterpieces and I'm determined to put 5 ranks in Perform (dance) because come on, the Dance of Kindled Desires? THAT IS SO PERFECT FOR THIS CHARACTER AND IT MUST BE DONE.
(On that note, I've decided to definitely focus on picking up some masterpieces and such. We have two bards, but you don't get performance [neener neener!] so I'm gonna milk that as much as possible :P)
Horatio ... stay away from Amieko....
grrrr.....
Make me. :P (No, really, go on. It would make for fun role-playing.)
Oh, on the bardic performance stuff, be my guest. ;) I was wondering mainly because it’d let Pavanna take a Perform skill of her own for RP stuff and earning some additional coin of her own. Would Horatio prefer to have his violin complemented by pan-pipes, or singing? (For that matter, does he have enough formal training to read sheet-music?)
Either or, I guess. I plan on giving him a few ranks in both singing and dancing at some point, but it's hard to play violin and sing at the same time so that might make more sense? *shrug* As for sheet music, yep, he reads it (and composes it, he'll have you know), and would probably be more than happy to provide private lessons. :P
Of course he would. The man is incorrigible. :)
Well, if/when things get that far, we’ll start with the vocals and play it by ear from there (expression intentional). :P (I’ve already got the first song picked out — though it might sting a little, depending on the state of their friendship by then. Does anyone have any objections to a recently-deceased Magnimaran musician having written a number of songs we OOC know as Billy Joel releases? :P)
I wouldn't object to that. I've never minded a bit of Billy Joel myself.
Heck, I've been searching Youtube for violin covers of my favourite songs. Wonder if he'd be able to know this...
Out of curiosity, what's the song? Or are you going to spring it later? :P
Ooooooooooooh. I'm getting all tingly with possibilities here and already running through potential scenarios and reactions. *quivers with excitement*
Lol I was considering taking some ranks in perform Wind instrument. We could turn our whole party into a wandering band if others would take up performances. Just a thought
The bard approves! (As long as no-one becomes a better performer than him, because that and his pretty face are all he's got going for him.)
Noro doesn't play instruments she just wanders the crowd and knocks out hecklers and hold up appluase signs dareing then to not clap