"Yes sir." Arodric snapped off a crisp salute and waited for the sergeant to leave.
"Great. So. Last day of liberty and I'm sick. Why don't we go down and I'll share as much as I know about horses. After that, Abyss, I'll pay for us to have a good night. Would be good not to be alone, and not much point in me saving up now."
He looked grim "I can tell you this. I doubt it is a patrol."
Arodric looked over the horses and tack carefully. He tugged on everything that could be tugged, and verified everything worked as much as he could. He checked the horses teeth, and their hooves.
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"They're good." he finally and reluctantly admitted "We never used to get horses like this in the Engineers."
I'd like to recap tonight...
Anything else?
Mardok?
Game on!
After that, Abyss, I'll pay for us to have a good night. Would be good not to be alone, and not much point in me saving up now."
Hedda shrugged, "I could drink."
Later...
Hedda went with the others to pick out horses for their upcoming journey She watched Arodric man-handle the horses and agreed with his assessment. Besides, she figured that mentioning Sergeant Boyd's name would get them horses that weren't subpar.
Turn 003 is up.
Read the OOC.
Questions, comments, and/or suggestions?
Game on!
I gotta say, just not getting into this one for some reason. I think I will drop out of it now as opposed to letting it get to far along and make the decision. I'm sorry guys. I'll still be seeing those of you in the Hell's Rebel's game though as that one I am having more fun with. good luck to you.
I gotta say, just not getting into this one for some reason. I think I will drop out of it now as opposed to letting it get to far along and make the decision. I'm sorry guys. I'll still be seeing those of you in the Hell's Rebel's game though as that one I am having more fun with. good luck to you.
OK no worries. Thanks for letting us know.
@All: let's put this game in temporary hold. I really want to have at least 1 (2?) more players. Fewer players force the individuals to carry heavier loads, and this is already a 'writing/roleplaying' intensive game. It's been my experience that 4-5 players is best for these games.
I'm going to ask Jussi (Eirik) to see if he wants to join. I know he said he was busy, but I'll give him a chance to reconsider. If he doesn't join, then I'll open up the game to recruit two more players.
Thoughts?
I'm ok with that plan of action.
Yeah, you're right Fabian. It's a good idea.
Roger all. I'll be out of town this weekend, so maybe from early this afternoon until Monday, expect nothing from me.
Hey guys,
The recruitment will end this Friday so we should start playing again this weekend.
I've got a few good candidates.
Take a look at the following PCs:
Kaede female human Kellid druid, Kazmuk male dwarf wizard, Fillion elven grenadier/mauler, Melanthius male tielfling paladin, and Kieyanna female tiefling oracle.
Let me know your thoughts (if you want) via private message if you have any preferences.
Game on!
My thoughts going through them, take as you will, the decision is yours Fabian.
I'm happy for people to read and respond.
Damn. This PC seems like a great fit for the campaign, fits the 'survival' niche a team should have beautifully and would be a PC I'd love to interact with. Would also be able to do basic healing.
Currently these niches are taken by Arodric, but I'd be okay to pass them over if Kaede was taken.
Mechanically, doesn't seem too broken - multiclassing is generally an indication of that.
I don't believe place magic stacks with magical knack (+1CL from place magic means CL=HD, so magical knack does nothing.)
This is going to be a hard character to beat
Beautiful character sheet suggests someone who has artistic flair and attention to detail.
The dwarven sky citadel aspect of the Worldwound is something not often explored, which is interesting. Not sure how well it fits the crusader background of the campaign - perhaps this is something that could be amped up a little.
I'm a bit worried about overlap with another full wizard/sorceror/arcanist - but on the other hand we can share spellbooks :)
Mechanically, doesn't seem broken. Note that while I love Sacred Geometry, I understand the consensus is 'ban it' - something you've said already. I think the acid cloud is going to be useless a lot of the time.
Nice concept, seems to fit the campaign very well.
I'm worried that we already have someone with a magic sword and someone with an abyssal heritage. I'd like to know Divine Bond isn't going for sword, as if that's the case I'll need to switch around Arodric a bit so his sword isn't playing second fiddle. A paladin (especially Sarenrae) will strongly bias the group towards certain roleplaying paths.
Doesn't seem to fit the survival niche that well, but does have it as backup.
Mechanically seems pretty balanced.
Fits the campaign, but feels like there should be more on the link to the crusaders (though there is such a link).
We already have someone with an abyssal heritage.
Would fit the healing niche, and I'd be happy to give it over.
Mechanically it's pretty min-maxed to intimidate & sense motive. Will you allow intimidation on demons? You've indicated before you're not as much against min-maxed social skills.
Incidentally, the age should probably be fixed given the errata on tiefling lifespans has rendered them human aged. Or not - it would really be an interesting character choice if this was a true grizzled veteran, and means she fills a very different niche to Hedda.
It is an interesting character motivation, and brings in the "expert from another country" that might well get moved to a special squad. The background and personality seems a bit rushed though. That worries me more than anything because, with all the respect in the world, writing for your games is about twice as time consuming as pretty much any other.
Mechanically seems a bit focused. Will you allow accelerated drinker to drink extracts as potions? By RAW it cannot and it is a significant power up if it does.
Summary - they're all good characters. I think some of them need some small touches to be great characters. Some of them are good, but I'm worried about them fighting over trope niches (as opposed to mechanical niches, which can be moved around).
My thoughts going through them, take as you will, the decision is yours Fabian.
I'm happy for people to read and respond.
Thanks, I had originally asked for the comments sent via PM, but we can share here as long as we are 'civil'.
There are a couple of more PCs promised so we'll see if they come through.
I'll make my decision Friday night.
Any other thoughts?
Game on!
Sorry Fabian, I mis-read the "if you want" as applying to the PM.
Sorry Fabian, I mis-read the "if you want" as applying to the PM.
Not a problem, you were civil enough. :)
There's been a new PC submitted (same player as Melanthius) Roan Greyfell.
Thoughts?
Everyone, I've selected two new PCs to join us. They should be 'checking in' shortly so please 'play nice' and welcome them to the game.
I'll post a turn for the new players to post to so you three old timers need to wait a couple of more days.
My plan is to redo the morning meeting and continue roleplaying from there so I'll probably 'invalidate' part of Turn Recap 003 since I can't take it down but more on that later.
Questions?
Game on!
Turn 000A is up.
Read the OOC.
Questions, comments, and/or suggestions?
Game on!
PS: Remember that only new players are to respond; the rest of you can only jeer at them. :)
Hooray being picked! :D
So just to confirm, I respond to the turn in this thread with my actions, etc.?
Yes, all game communication (IC and OOC) is done in this thread.
I then take all IC stuff and write it into a turn recap where I also add a new scene or two for everyone to respond. And so it goes.
The idea is to be able to read the turn recaps as a chapter in an ongoing story without all the crap from normal posts.
More questions?
@Kaede: no problem, take care of personal matters.
@Roan: I will be taking a closer look at both your stats as I transfer them over to 'my format' so I'll let you know sometime this weekend.
Other questions?
Game on!
The sun had begun its slow descent into dusk as the city gates of Nerosyan came into view. Two riders approached from the north, their mounts cantering lazily along the beaten path which ran almost parallel to the Sellen river. “Finally! It feels like we’ve been in these saddles for days!” the smaller of the two chimed, his saddle squeaking as he wriggled uncomfortably. Kip the halfling seemed out of place in Mendev; his simple minded cheerfulness, combined with a penchant for gaudy clothing, had made him something of a running joke back in Kenabres. Roan glanced over at his travelling companion, stifling a smile. Kip had managed to slip one foot from its stirrup and was slowly sliding out of his saddle. His many feathered hat was slinking down over his brow, and as he reached up (foolishly with both hands) to adjust it he slipped. CRASH.
“Ow!” he muttered, rubbing the lump which had started to show on his forehead as Roan brought his steed to a halt. “We have been in these saddles for days my friend, but could you not have waited just an hour longer before dismounting?” the half elf laughed as helped his battered friend up. Quite contrary to Kip, Roan looked as though he was purpose built for the crusades. His powerful frame was accentuated by a heavy studded leather coat of brown and forest green, and two swords hung loosely at either side of his belt. “Thanks, Roach! Dunno what happened there; too much saddle oil probably. Or maybe this pony has it in for me…yeah that must be it! That gives me an idea for a song, I could call it ‘the ballad of the painful pony’…” Kip muttered as he produced a journal seemingly out of nowhere and began scribbling furiously. Kip had shadowed Roan for years, ever since the half elf first limped into Kenabres six years ago. A group of old-timers took pity on the disheveled and terrified Roan when he stumbled into the tavern, and bought him a drink in return for his story.Upon hearing that he had not only survived an attack but crossed half the wound alone they called him “Roach”; an honorific which he had carried ever since. Kip was awed by his tale, and vowed to turn his past and future exploits into glorious songs for the ages. At first, Roan hated the attention but as time passed he came to value the small one’s friendship and humorously awful songs. It was Kip who had found the missive from Captain Jaspar, and persuaded Roan to apply. Truthfully, he didn’t take much convincing; any opportunity to spend more time in the wound was another chance to find his missing half-brother. “Come, Kip; the song can wait. We’ve got more pressing matters to attend to.”
Hours later, the pair finally sat down in the mess hall of Battle tower. Between the arduously lengthy process of obtaining entry to the city, and the mistaken directions given to Egelsee tower, the night had well and truly set in. “Seems we’re more than a little late for dinner.” Kip scoffed as he inspected his mess tray; the feast of bland boiled potatoes, stale bread and salted beef had gone cold. Roan glanced around the room as he ate, taking in the macabre and unusual decorations. Writings from journals and ledgers of those who had obviously spent their fair share of time out in the wound lined the walls, one in particular grabbed his attention. A piece of charred vellum, held in the hands of a stuffed impish corpse which was pinned to the wall by a long wicked dagger through the forehead. It’s stomach was split, it’s magically preserved innards spilling out and hanging down to it’s clawed feet. “That’s a first; a gutted quasit for a picture frame” Roan thought to himself, staring at the twisted look of pain permanently etched on its face. Scanning the text, he felt his pulse begin to race as he was reminded of his first visit to this scarred land.
We came upon the remains of the missing scouts in the early hours of the morning. Njall and Kedis were torn through the midsection, their entrails dragged out about forty feet from their bodies and draped over the low hanging branches of a barren tree. Harmus and Bander were still breathing, but I still don’t know if that was a blessing or a curse. Truthfully, my first thought was to put the poor bastards out of their misery. Bander was barely recognisable, his skin was flayed and filleted expertly enough to preserve the muscle beneath. Harmus was pinned to the ground, his own spear set through his shoulder and a foot into the dirt beneath. He was stark naked, his legs gone but the wounds were cauterized. I’ll never forget the sight of the crows; so many crows! Feasting on their eyes, their groins, snapping up the rank guts that were strewn all over the ground. Truly, a demon’s mercy is a cruel joke.
-Excerpt of Ledger #4498, Report compiled by Vanguard Frederick Carroway
“Durin, I swear if the same fate has befallen you I’ll close the wound myself.” Roan clenched his teeth at the thought. Kip, seeing his friend lost in dark thoughts, unslung the lute from his back and began plucking the strings in an attempt to tune it. The sound snapped Roan back to the present, and as he noticed his companion preparing his instrument he shook his head. “No. Not now. Not here.” He spoke firmly. Kip, ignorant of his friend, stepped up onto the table with a flourish and a grin. Spinning to face an imaginary audience, he began his well-practiced lines. “Have ye heard, dear friends, of the one they call The Roach?” he asked the empty room with an off-key strum of his lute. “Tall as an oak; With arms just as wide; On a horse black as midnight through the wound he does ride!...” he began, his voice squeaking as he attempted the higher notes of his ballad. Roan knew this one; Kip called it Reckless Roach and the dozen dretches. He stood and snatched the lute from the halfing in a single fluid motion. His expression of anger melted as he saw the goofy smile on the halfling’s face and realised it had all been a jest, a light hearted attempt at rousing Roan from the dark thoughts which plagued him often. He smiled in return, tousling his companions hair as he sat down. ”He’s a painful little bastard, but he means well" Roan thought to himself as he returned his attention to the bland meal.
This is excellent! Thanks.
As soon s we get the post from Kaede, I'll move the story along so we can all play.
BTW, I liked your other avatar better but he's your PC. :(
Welcome Roan and Kaede!
A tall, sturdily built woman astride a hulking, shaggy brown horse travels along the border road. She is encased in a heavy set of armor made of what looks like scintillating green scales; an odd assortment of crystals and twine-and-bone fetishes hanging around her waist, and another carved bone holds back thick, dark, unruly hair. Across her back hangs a spiked hammer nearly as tall as she, its handle jostling against her horse’s flank as they ride. As the spires and towers of Nerosyan emerge into view, she sighs. Once more into the breach, buddy, she mutters, leaning forward against her horse’s neck and stroking his mane with rough affection.
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The call had come as it usually did, waiting for her at one of the wardstones along her path. Hawks and eagles made marvelous messengers, much sturdier than the carrier pigeons more customary for the task, and just as reliable with the spirits’ guidance. But without knowing just where her twin was in her wanderings, Anni couldn’t send messages directly - they had to go by way of the wardstones, the only places around here Anni could picture clearly enough to give the birds a waypost.
Kaede, though, knew every inch of the rugged lands along the border between Mendev and Sarkoris. Monitoring the wardstones was a never-ending task, and she spent nearly all her time traveling from one to the next, in the wild places where the crusaders’ influence did not yet hold sway. And that’s how she liked it. The bustle and industry of the crusaders’ cities had never suited her well; she preferred the open spaces, where she could more easily feel the ebb and flow of the land’s spirits. Plus, in the middle of nowhere, there was no one to silently pass judgement on the ancient wisdom they called superstition, her millenium-old traditions they deemed barbarism.
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The message had been simple enough. Sister, I hope this finds you well. We have need of you again in Nerosyan - I don’t know many details, but Captain Jaspar has asked for you specially. Come straight away when you get this; he’ll meet you at Eglesee Tower in the southeast part of town. And if you get a chance, bring Pakad by the palace so I can say hello - I miss both you brutes when you’re away. -Anni
Kaede groaned at her sister’s words. She had just left Nerosyan two weeks prior, and wouldn’t ordinarily return to the Diamond City for another three months or more. But Anni knew how crucial Kaede’s task was - if she was calling for Kaede’s return, it was important enough to merit the interruption. So the next morning, she wheeled back around, following the border road back to Nerosyan. Three days’ travel brought her again in sight of the city’s spires, and in earshot of the constant hammers and chisels and talk. At least we get to see Anni, right? she murmurs with one more pat of Pakad’s neck.
What do you mean Captain Jaspar’s not here?! Kaede shouts at the squire unfortunate enough to meet her upon her approach to the Eglesee Tower. She pulls Anni’s letter from her pocket and begins to shake it in the boy’s face. Look, see right here, Eglesee Tower, now take me to the Captain…
A calm voice cuts through her frustration. Kaede, the fault was mine.
Kaede swivels around to see a woman in a supple leather tunic and leggings riding astride a sleek, well-groomed bay filly, looking at her with a bemused smile. You make friends wherever you go, don’t you, sister? Leave the poor boy be - I was told the wrong place to send you. Come, let’s go meet the Captain.
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It’s good to see you, Kaede, Anni says as they wind through Nerosyan’s narrow streets side by side on their mounts. Many of the crusaders are well-intentioned enough, but none can quite suppress their stares. At least next to you, I almost pass as one of them, she jibes, jabbing her elbow at Kaede’s ribs.
Kaede responds in kind with a grin. Next thing, you’ll be telling me to come from the darkness of my backward ways and exult in the Inheritor’s light, before you scrub off my face paint with a shoe brush and force me into one of those tin lockboxes they call armor. Being so holy in Iomedae’s eyes must be exhausting, dear sister.
Speaking of armor, thank Father for this next time he comes by. She gestures to the barrel-chested armor she wears. I didn’t think I’d ever find any beast skin that actually put enough protection between me and the demons’ pointy bits, but these dragon scales are fantastic. Cost a fortune to get it made, sure, but it’s way better than that horsehide I was using. And I wasn’t about to use those crusaders’ tin boxes.
I thought you’d like it, Anni replied with a grin. The beast had been savaging some of Father’s herds - as if demons weren’t enough. They managed to overcome it, thankfully, but they weren’t about to let such a magnificent creature be dishonored by not using its gifts. I even got a new spear. Indeed, the long spear at her back is tipped with a jet-black, shiny dragon fang.
Here’s the Battle Tower, she adds, as they round the corner and the giant bulwark comes into view. Captain Jaspar’s been waiting - and I’m curious what he’s after, too. Come find me when you’re finished and tell me all about it. Oh, and don’t mind the decorations in the tower. They just love to scare the new recruits into line.
Indeed, the decorations were imposing. Kaede lingered longest over what looked to be an aurochs skull, except for the third and fourth horns emerging at an odd angle from the top of its head, twisted and blackened compared to the rest of the skull. Below was an excerpt from the journal of one of the crusaders, describing the beast the demons had sent.
The monster charged for the night guard, crossing from the guard tower to the privy. He trusted in the wardstone’s protection, and it slowed his hand half a moment in drawing his weapon. It proved to be his undoing. For the perimeter was designed to hold back creatures of the Abyss - creatures of this world, no matter how ruined by the Worldwound’s taint, could cross freely. A strange woman came - one of the barbarians, a druidess I think she called herself, with bits of bone and rock chips hanging at her waist. She managed to slay the beast, but the damage had been done. The boy died a week and a half later, the horn wounds festering with aberrant energy that twisted and rotted his body from the inside. I’ll never forget the screams. -Torean Halstead, Order of the Shining Light, Captain of the Guard, Venaris Border Station
She finished the journal entry with a grimace. So the boy died, then. I feared as much. Healing was never my strong suit. It’s bad enough that the beasts themselves come. But this perversion, this destruction of the beasts, the waters, the land itself… It takes her entire will to stop herself from grabbing the parchment and crumpling it in frustration. With a deep breath, she steadies her now-rushed breathing and her shaking hand. These crusaders aren’t the allies I would have chosen, but they fight the spirits’ fight alongside me, though they realize it not. And it’s a fight that must not fail.
Kaede shakes her head in resolution and turns from the skull to continue to her meeting with the Captain.
No one will ever complain about long posts here, we like 'em. :)
One thing is to please remember to write in past tense.
I like the NPCs you (and Roan) brought into the story. You'll hear me say this lots of time but here goes again, "This is your world as much as mine so please provide details." This means NPCs, cool items (design your own), cool places, etc. I'll let you know if anything you write clashes with my vision of the world (and story) but it's unlikely.
I'll recap sometime today and move the story along to a place where you will all be together and can roleplay off of each other.
Questions?
Game on!
Awesome, glad to see I'm on the right track :)
How's this avatar for a happy compromise? I've got a link to an image in my alias which is pretty much spot on for how I picture Roach anyway.
Thanks for the welcome Arodric and Sabola, looking forward to getting to know your characters!
This avatar is better.
I always used to use pics (PBEM) but the problem with that is that with PBP you see the avatar a lot more often and people tend to see your character as the avatar.
I'll change it in my turn recap.
Game on!
Past tense, got it. Would you like me to make the tense adjustment myself and repost, or will you?
And I can't believe I forgot to say it before - thank you for the warm welcome, everyone. :) I'm looking forward to this!
Past tense, got it. Would you like me to make the tense adjustment myself and repost, or will you?
And I can't believe I forgot to say it before - thank you for the warm welcome, everyone. :) I'm looking forward to this!
No need to do it now, I'll do it later today when I prepare the turn recap.
Game on!
Excellent re-start!
Turn 003A is up
This turn gets everyone in the same place so we can start roleplaying off of each other (and me, don't forget to tag those NPCs).
Read the OOC.
Questions, comments, and/or suggestions?
Game on!
I am not using background skills but you may use 1 rank per level on a profession or similar skill. We are using regular feats.
Yes, and please make sure your skill allotment is clear.
Boyd stopped sharply at a large wooden door halfway down the corrider. ”Here we are. Your new companions should be inside already.” Boyd spoke curtly as he pushed the heavy door open to reveal a vacant room. ”Well…soon, I hope…” he muttered under his breath, motioning for the pair to enter. Before long, three figures entered the room through the same door. Roan glanced at them, his eyebrow ever-so-slightly raised as he inspected his soon to be squad mates. Boyd began his introductions, until a knock at the door drew his attention momentarily. ”Call me Roach.’ Roan said in a deep, husky tone as he nodded in greeting to the others.
”I’ve got a few. First, I need a map of the lands surrounding Portolmaeus along with any relevant reports or ledgers of activity from the last six months. Any information regarding these attacks will give us an idea of what to plan for. Second, is there a company alchemist here? I could use a few more curatives, and maybe some more trail rations come to think of it...” Roan replied to Ilivan, mentally checking off his list of supplies which needed replacing or replenishment before they departed.
’…we leave at 0900, any questions?” Ilivan said, his harsh tone reminiscent of a military drill master.
”I’ve got a few. First, I need a map of the lands surrounding Portolmaeus along with any relevant reports or ledgers of activity from the last six months. Any information regarding these attacks will give us an idea of what to plan for. Second, is there a company alchemist here? I could use a few more curatives, and maybe some more trail rations come to think of it...” Roan replied to Ilivan, mentally checking off his list of supplies which needed replacing or replenishment before they departed
Sir Ilivan neared the 'fresh recruit', towering over Roan by a couple of inches. His heavy armor made him seem like a giant. "And I need a Calistrian priestess to tickle my bum. Do I look like a map-maker to you? Do you think I carry potion for you?"
He looked at Sergeant Boyd who quickly interrupted whatever Sir Ilivan was about to say, "You'll be traveling well-known roads north of here. The fort is not too far north, about 60 miles. It should take you less than two days to get there."
The sergeant continued, "You'll be traveling along the River Road, a normally well-used thoroughfare that follows the eastern bank of the West Sellen River. It remains within sight of the river throughout most of the journey to Fort Portolmaeus, traveling inland for a few miles past the abandoned village of Bedis."
Sir Ilivan then shook his head, "Already afraid? We haven't even left the city yet!" He humphed, "Since the last major attack, the demonic armies have retreated into the Worldwound's interior. We will most likely face minor demons sent to test the current efficacy of the wardstones. Expect dretches, brimoraks, and possibly schirs."
The half-elf grinned, "See the castle quatermaster for supplies. Any more questions?"
OOC: no need to spoiler stuff here. I trust we're all adults and can separate player vs character knowledge. :)
Roan, I've checked your character sheet and I am good with everything; no changes are needed.
Can you please tally up your purchases and write down how much you have left?
All PCs may buy 'normal stuff' (25% off) from the quartermaster before leaving.
Questions?
Game on!
PS: Kaede, I'll check your stats tomorrow.
1: 5/day: 3 prep. 12 known. Hide Weapon. Dazzling Blade. Mage Armour. Expeditious Retreat. Protection from Evil. Clarion Call. Shield. Unerring Weapon. Line in the Sand. Enlarge Person. Vanish. True Strike. Current: Mage Armour, Protection from Evil, Shield
2: 3/day: 1 prep. 2 known. Bull’s Strength. Sense Vitals. Current: Bull’s Strength
Description:
Arodric looked off into the distance like a man who awaited execution. He was well dressed, though unarmoured, and his gear was in good condition. He resembled nothing so much as one of the guardsmen on light duty around the tower - except this guardsman looked to have had a rough or sleepless night. He carried a longspear with the distinctive black cold iron tip of Kenabres strapped to his back next to a quiver of quarrels built into a backpack a, a crossbow case in his left hand, banging into an old looking longsword scabbard. In his right hand was a large handkerchief he was currently in the process of using.
"Nice to meet you," he nodded, stuffed the handkerchief into a pocket and proffered his hand. "Oh, I'm the Arodric." He rolled his eyes for no apparent reason "Sorry, I'm Arodric." He looked the pair up and down, focussing on Roan's insignia "So, you're veterans, then? What unit? I was in the Kenabres Engineers, till I got the damn sword."
"So. What do you reckon they need us to do? Got to be pretty important given I wasn't even allowed time to fight off this damned cold before being ordered out here." Arodric's bitterness was evident in his voice.
"Rations are a great idea! If it's only four days we might be able to get something you don't have to boil to render edible." he looked out at the wilderness "We could have bread. Real bread, not that wandercake stuff. Even cake."
He shrugged "As for curatives, I've got a healing wand. Cost a damn fortune, but my great-grandfather swore by always having one. Should be able to heal half a battalion, if I need to and I can get it to work so we should be alright on that front. If I die, I keep it strapped to my arm - might get a wrist sheath for it. The command word is" he barks a kellid portmanteu of 'godsdamnedsword' "in case you need it."
"Also, while I'm not a mapmaker, I know the basics. Got to know how to draw when you're doing engineering."
"Alright. Rations. Bread. Cake. Wrist Sheath. Map - if we can get one. Anything else?"
@Kaede: I started checking your character sheet but stopped; I would rather that you finished it first and then I'll check so please do so at your earliest convenience.
Please double check the following:
ACP (0?),
reflex save,
doesn't eye for talent exclude the human bonus feat?,
use 1 skill rank per level for profession-type skill, and
where's your favored class bonus used?.
I'll check the rest later.
Questions?
Game on!
Rats, with all the craziness lately I missed that stuff. My bad - I swear I usually don't. :/ I'll get it adjusted.
EDIT: Got most everything adjusted, and a few last minute shopping things too. I have an ACP of -4, no Power Attack, one lower Reflex save, and my favored class bonus is in skills (put into Heal). Question: Is the profession-type skill rank a bonus skill rank, or do I have to spend the ranks I already have on it?
Rats, with all the craziness lately I missed that stuff. My bad - I swear I usually don't. :/ I'll get it adjusted.
EDIT: Got most everything adjusted, and a few last minute shopping things too. I have an ACP of -4, no Power Attack, one lower Reflex save, and my favored class bonus is in skills (put into Heal). Question: Is the profession-type skill rank a bonus skill rank, or do I have to spend the ranks I already have on it?
No problem. The profession-type skill rank is a bonus above what you would normally get. I like PC who actually have some depth to them. :)
I'll check these later hopefully.
Questions?
Game on!
Action 1:
Even with drinking into the wee hours of the morning, Hedda was little worse for wear as she purposely strode towards their meeting with Captain Jaspar. She couldn’t say the same for her companions who had to work to keep up with her. She had been pleasantly surprised that Sabola and Arodric were quite tolerable, although that could have just been the ale tainting her assessment. She clapped Arodric on the shoulder and both thanked him again for paying for their drinks and apologizing for draining his funds.
Hedda hesitated ever so slightly when she entered the room where they were told to meet the Sergeant instead of the Captain because she saw two people she didn’t recognize. Her white-blonde hair was tightly braided in an intricate pattern characteristic of her Ulfen heritage. She was quite attractive but there was something in her ice-blue eyes when she looked directly at you that kept most people at a distance. She had the appearance of someone who spent more time outdoors than in and her build suggested she could take care of herself. Hedda moved to stand against one of the walls and crossed her arms while waiting for an explanation from Sergeant Boyd. It didn’t take long before she started playing with the bone amulet she wore around her neck. There was something about sitting or standing still that always made her fidgety.
“I’m glad I didn’t hear any news of you during the night. Thank you. I know being new can be trying in this area, especially during this time of great turmoil.”
Hedda breathed an internal sigh of relief that news of the shoulder she had dislocated hadn’t made its way back to the Sergeant. Not that it was her fault. She had been forced to discipline a guy who had gotten a little handsy while they were out drinking.
“Unfortunately Mardok woke up screaming in the middle of the night and an Iomedaen priestess took him back to their temple.
”That is unfortunate. He may have been crazy but at least he would have made things interesting.”
Hedda hid a small smile when Arodric went to shake the newbies’ hands after sneezing into it first. She had a feeling that a few more of them may have his cold before their mission was over. Her gaze studied them both as Arodric asked his questions. This was more like I was expecting. Maybe we’ll survive afterall. Nodding at them from her stance by the wall she said, ”I’m Hedda”.
Action 2:
Hedda immediately bristled at Sir Ilivian’s demeanor. If their appearance disappointed him then what was he expecting exactly? An army of angels? She recrossed her arms and chewed the inside of her cheek to keep herself from saying something impertinent. She had been here long enough to know that you acted like you respected those in charge, even if you didn’t. She also conceded that he didn’t know them so he may be expecting the worst until they had proven themselves in the field. It was one thing to be told someone was capable but it was another to witness it for yourself.
We have received word of attacks on Fort Portolmaeus to the north, but the crusader leadership suspects that other parts of the line may have been breached as well...Sir Ilivan then shook his head, "Already afraid? We haven't even left the city yet!"
It felt like Hedda had almost chewed through her cheek when Sir Ilivian questioned their resolve. ”How is asking about the kind of attacks or wanting to be prepared a sign of fear? Or are you voicing your own feelings on the matter, sir?” The last word had a touch of insolence but Hedda’s mouth had started moving before she had a chance to think about what she was saying.
Tag Sir Ilivian
Action 3:
Hedda knew she needed to go collect her things. She also wanted to find out a little information about the minor demons Sir Ilivian had mentioned in case there was something specific she could pick up from the quartermaster that would make their encounter run smoother. ”I have an errand to run before visiting the quartermaster. I’ll meet you later.”
She wasn’t much one for book learning but she had a drinking buddy who had encountered quite a few demons in his life. Having been blinded a year ago during the fighting, Hez no longer served in the field but was eager enough to talk once you had paid for a few drinks. She found Hez in his usual spot at The Dragon’s Talon inn. Sitting down next to him Hedda said, ”The usual four drink price for what you know of dretches, brimoraks, and schirs.” Knowing Hez’s tendency for elaboration, Hedda made sure he knew that she didn’t have a lot of time.
Tag Fabian
Having learned all she was going to before leaving, Hedda quickly gathered her things and made a brief visit to the quartermaster before picking up her horse and joining the others.
Rats, with all the craziness lately I missed that stuff. My bad - I swear I usually don't. :/ I'll get it adjusted.
EDIT: Got most everything adjusted, and a few last minute shopping things too. I have an ACP of -4, no Power Attack, one lower Reflex save, and my favored class bonus is in skills (put into Heal). Question: Is the profession-type skill rank a bonus skill rank, or do I have to spend the ranks I already have on it?
Ok, I checked your stuff and I'm good. Thank you.
Please tally up your expenses and write down how much gold you have left to spend.
Questions?
Game on!