Well, the new recruits have some options. If you are ready I can throw you the game. Or you can roleplay with each other while you wait, or just wait patiently.
I have no problem with any option, but I don't want to jump in immediately with no reason and have our entrance be meaningless.
I have what I think is an interesting way of introducing Čemifobbar to the rest of the group as a whole. Like Tessara, I think it would be best to find an appropriate spot to meet the group, as a whole.
I'm easy so either will work for me.
I suppose the three of you meeting somewhere outside of Torch and then encountering something, might be better/more fun to roleplay. Sounds good?
The three of you may post that in this discussion forum while we wait for the rest of green team to finish their mission (or fail).
Sounds good to me!
I had a quick look at the ISWG. Torch sounds like an interesting starting point.
So, I think we're waiting for Nortmog and the enemies to go...
Tessara, Cemifobbar, and Kharmell are all casters and have spent time wandering Numeria. Each also has a bit of an outsider feel to them and they became friends not only because of their similarities but also because they were all so different from everyone else.
At almost six and a half feet, Čemifobbar is statuesque. He's unusually fast and graceful despite the ample weight of his armour and weapons. His is clearly a dhampir: deathly white skin, ivory irises, and long jet black hair that glistens like obsidian. The culmination of his bizarre appearance is that he casts no shadow whatsoever.
Despite his daunting appearance, Čemifobbar is both charming and amiable, and had no trouble getting along with Kharmell and Tess. Besides, it wasn't often he met anyone else who is young and robust at well over over one-hundred years of age.
I literally cannot keep myself from calling you "Carmel".
In an effort to keep things organized and not swamp the current players/DM with lots of talk in their discussion thread, I recommend we spoiler our pre-game roleplaying.
The android was an interesting one, as she had never actually met one before. He actually got along with him very well with their shared logical and pragmatic way of looking at things.
"So what brought you into this town?"
Actually I was going more for Caramel. Thank you for pointing that out to me.
"They sound interesting, what do they do?"
"I too know nothing of this 'Technix League'."
Looking around, at the rest of the crowd, Čemifobbar says: "Everyone is leery because we are 'unnatural'. I myself was raised in a Kellid tribe. Truly! I was finally exiled after my youngest niece had died of old age in her seventies, but I was over ninety and still a youth. The first time I met another dhampir was in Ulustav."
Looking startled, coming out of a daydream, Čemifobbar turns to Kharamell: "Forgive my lapse in manners, Kharamell. Please do tell us about the Technix League. I'm sure it must be more interesting than the Kellid tribe I grew up in."
Your villains are sassy DM.
It's more fun defeating "sassy" villains, more than quiet or powerful ones.
Čemifobbar sighs and smiles. "It looks like two of us have been forsaken one way or the other in the past. How about you, Tessara? What of you? Have you too been discarded somehow?"
Villains are fun if they've got attitude. The shining example of that is James Moriarty in the new BBC "Sherlock" series. Love that show!
Čemifobbar purses his lips in a sight frown. "I apologize, Tessara. I unwittingly reminded you of a personal catastrophe. If it helps, you may call me Tajkek, my Hallit name. Or even my old nickname, Iron Tongue. I dislike both. They remind me of everyone I knew and loved who died from disease or old age when I suffered neither. Trifles compared to what you must have suffered. I can also offer you the services of my sword, should the need arise. And you too, of course, Kharamell, since we three are strangers in place that doesn't much care for strangers!"
The opposition in the gameplay part looks interesting!
"Fair enough, Tessara. Still, do either of you know what we can do next? I'm sure there are fights to be found around here that can test my mettle! You two must be better at magic than I am, I'm sure of it!"
I think my character's tactics will be relatively simple. I hit them and they fall down. Easy! Easy-Peasy!
One of the patrons, a shady looking nobleman with dark hair, says quite loudly, "Aye, we had some trouble heading here from the River Kingdoms. Our carriage got stuck in some mud, and soon as we tried to pull it out, these undead monsters with metal fused to their bodies rose from the ground. Had to leave our carriage there, and we ran for our lives. The town watch wouldn't go to recover our goods no matter how much we paid."
Čemifobbar nods in acknowledgement to the nobleman. "Truly? As luck would have it, I myself have … modest … experience with undead." Stopping long enough for a mischievous wink, he continues: "… we might be able to lend a hand. All I ask is your terms, and the location of your stranded valuables. In private, of course. Also, if you can recall, anything you remember about the creatures that set upon you and how many there were."
Čemifobbar, noticing Tessara's piqued interest, leans over slightly to her and whispers: "Does he seem sincere? You doubtless know better than I."
Survival to know about the area of the attack. If knowledge: geography is more appropriate, my bonus is +9.
Kharmell listens and considers the best way to take care of the situation if they decide to help the nobleman.
When you turn around and look at the nobleman, you notice that he is very drunk, likely from the loss of his valuables. You believe he is telling the truth. He does not add anything in private, instead speaking in an even louder voice.
"You're going to help me? Get my stuff from my carriage. Its directly south from here on the road, you can't miss it. I'll give you some GOLD if you do this for me." He lays his head on the table and seems to have fallen asleep.
Čemifobbar sighs. "Well, at least this, er, has enough gold for an abundance of drink! Hopefully enough to pay us for our efforts too. Tessara? Kharamell? Do the two of you think it's worth a look? Everyone else for miles around must have heard his rather uncomplicated directions just now. We should probably make haste. Someone else in need of coin might want to look for for that cart as well."
You head to the south about half a mile away from Torch. you see the carriage stuck in some mud along the side of the road, having veered slightly off track. There seem to be bundled objects wrapped in bright colored cloth inside.
Čemifobbar motions Kharamell and Tessara to stop for a moment, and then casts Phantom Blood on himself. When Tessara and Kharamell indicate they're both ready, he will proceed cautiously. There WILL be trouble soon enough.
Tess holds up a hand to signal the boys to hold on. She takes out her bow, creeping around the area.
Cemifobbar sees disturbed mud surrounding the carriage.
Tessara sneaks around and can sense necromancy around the carriage, maybe in the mud. There does not seem to be any magic in the carriage.
@GM Demonmoose: sorry if this is slightly long-winded. Just wanted to cover all the bases to save you a bit of time, hopefully.
Čemifobbar will set down his backpack and continue to move in cautiously, with his bow ready, ready to shoot any enemy approaching. If nothing has happened when he's within 40 feet of the churned up earth, he will pause to put his bow aside and draw his falchion and then proceed.
@Kharamell: Čemifobbar has 50 ft of rope. It's included his Barbarian kit.
Tessara tries to pinpoint the necromantic magic. It seems to be everywhere in the muck beneath and surrounding the carriage.
As Cemifobbar approaches the carriage, six bodies suddenly crawl up from the mud. Each of them seems different in some way, undead humanoids with strange metal drills and metal jaws. One of them has a smaller mechanical arm. One of them has cutting weapons and rotating saws on its chest. The other four have spiked tubes attached to their non drill arm.
Cemifobbar is 22.
Cemifobbar charges the zombie with cutting tools in its chest as it emerges from the swamp and cuts into it with his falchion. He slashes through its head, and it falls back into the muck.
Arcane Gun (Musket):
To Hit To Hurt
Kharamell winces as he hears the metallic klang!