Tweaked Rojava's history a little bit.
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I've heard from 1 or 2 people who have some planned changes but because of RL commitments might not have them finalized before the deadline... I'm going to give them some leeway on those.
If anyone has things they know they want to change, or a pitch they're worried about finishing before the deadline, PM me right away- Its Christmas, I have to be generous ;)
I've heard from 1 or 2 people who have some planned changes but because of RL commitments might not have them finalized before the deadline... I'm going to give them some leeway on those.
If anyone has things they know they want to change, or a pitch they're worried about finishing before the deadline, PM me right away- Its Christmas, I have to be generous ;)
Good luck sir. I don't envy the work ahead of you!
=)
If it wasn't for the fact that I want to play in a RotRL game and not run it, I would so steal the Shelynites. They'd make a good functional party, and we'd get to see how many deaths can be avoided in the AP. (Love the world Varisian tour 4707!)
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I wish I had time to run two tables. I don't though... I mean, next week I might... but it's such a long term commitment, and there will definitely be times I'm too busy... No, only one table .
If anyone else wants to run RotRL, you really could put together a great group just from people I won't be able to pick!
I'm actually kind of concerned that Hudok's background may come across as being too competent. :/
I wish I had time to run two tables. I don't though... I mean, next week I might... but it's such a long term commitment, and there will definitely be times I'm too busy... No, only one table .
If anyone else wants to run RotRL, you really could put together a great group just from people I won't be able to pick!
Especially if you end up getting picked, its less fun to play in a game where you know what is coming!
12%! We have 12%! Do I hear 13%? 13% anyone?
Or you could take on an apprentice to run a second table if you don't have the time for it yourself...
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Series of last minute adjustments--please take another look :).
And yes, I truly hope someone has the time to start another table with this group. I would love to, but (a) I'm very new to PbP, and (b) I know I won't have time in the coming months. GMing is a lot of work!
In probably the biggest act of insanity I have ever committed, I'm changing my submission with less than 6 hours to go.
Ladies and Gents, I give you Tera Flinders, Abadarian Arcanist and Banker hopeful.
Tera's birth was the second most momentous event in the Flinders family's history, second only to the founding of Flinders and Associates trading some two centuries before in Korvosa. It wasn't that she was a scion of the family, she was actually the daughter of one of the branch families, nor was it that her birth was tied to any sort of prophecy, the Flinders being far too astute to truck with such nonsense.
No, it was momentous because of the mark she possessed on her back, between her shoulders. It was unmistakably in the shape of Abadar's key, if only as a silhouette. The celebration that night was not very wild by the standards of Magnimar's upper-crust, but for the ever-severe Flinders, it was a wild party.
Young Tera spent her childhood under the tuteluge of a series of governesses that drilled the basics of arithmetic, reading, writing, and courtly behavior and etiquette into her head. Soon lessons in culture, the arts, and business followed. Even with the constant assurance that she was receiving the best education money could buy, though, she always felt as if something was missing. She'd been marked by Abadar, hadn't she? What if it was for something more than being another merchant for the family business? She talked to her parents about her concerns, respectfully, of course, and was disappointed to learn they felt she was getting the best she could get anywhere.
Tera, on the other hand, wasn't so sure of that.
It wasn't until her twelfth birthday that her parents got the first inkling that maybe, just maybe, Tera had a point. A deal that was about as sure as any bet got fell through. A week later, an investment they had made folded. Here and there things started to go sour, not enough to do much at first, but soon the losses begin to add up, and worried about their finances, they enlisted the help of one of the bankers in Magnimar. The Abadarian priest arrived at their home early in the morning, and by lunch, had found a worrying trend.
It appeared that Abadar was not pleased with Tera's parents, the priest noted. She had been chosen by him for some purpose, but he was appalled to find her education in Abadar's faith not much better than her parents, and to find that she had apparently been given gifts of speech and fleetness of foot that no one had noticed until he pointed it out. She would need to be trained by one of Abadar's Bankers, that much was certain, but none of the bankers in Magnimar had the time to spare. That left either a long, possibly dangerous, trip to Korvosa, or a much shorter trip to Sandpoint.
Not having ever been to the small town, Tera almost instantly choose Sandpoint. The nest week, she rode out on a carriage chartered to take her to Sandpoint and study at the cathedral there. Only to find the building gone and the town in shock at the fire that had devastated the northern quarter of the town. Instead, she began her studies at Turandarok Academy, where she found that she had other gifts besides the ones that the Abadarian banker had noted.
It was an accident, really, she'd been invited to have a cup of tea with the headmaster and had arrived at his office a few minutes early. Curiosity had overwhelmed common courtesy and she found herself enthralled at complex patterns and shapes of the arcane arts. The headmaster merely chuckled when he found her pouring over a beginner's primer to cantrips, even offering to teach her how to harness the powers of the arcane and further her own studies on her own time.
Tera, feeling something click into place, eagerly agreed.
For the next five years she studied as the cathedral was rebuilt, a grand monument to the gods Sandpoint worshiped and to the overwhelming sense of community that they had fostered. Tera continued to grow as an arcanist, but the feeling that something was still missing only made the berating she received from her Abadarian tutors whenever she failed to grasp some fundamental concept or couldn't channel more than a trickle of divine power even worse. About the only one of the tutors that didn't take malicious glee at finding some fault with her was Savah, who was the person that taught her to use a crossbow. As fate would have it, Tera was pretty good at it.
Her parents continued to visit her, but as she grew up into a young woman, she found them growing more and more distant from her, which only added to the frustrations caused by her inability to master the divine. She was sharp. She knew she was sharp. All of her instructors made it a point to rub it in that she was sharp, but she just couldn't figure out why she was having so much trouble despite following instructions to the letter. Nor did it help that her views on tyrants tended to waved off as the dreams of an idealist.
Five years seemed like too long and too short of a time. The Cathedral had been rebuilt, and Tera was nearly seventeen. Funny, she had often thought in the past few months, that her birthday and the day of the Swallowtail Festival had lined up so well. Perhaps for once she'd be able to enjoy herself instead of listening to the bankers nag her about her inability to be a proper chosen of Abadar.
STR: 10
DEX: 14 +2 = 16
CON: 10
INT: 16
WiS: 14 +2 = 16
CHA: 14
Feats:
Point-Blank Shot
Precise Shot
Traits:
Birthmark (Abadar)
Talented
Magical Knack
Domain:
Trade
Tera flopped onto the bead with a sigh that was more akin to a groan of frustration than an expression of relief. Father Faustwick had kept her from helping set things up for the festival tomorrow, saying she needed to practice more diligently. It was thanks to Father Zantus that she wasn't going to spend tomorrow chanting an incantation to a simple orison over and over again, or meditating and praying to Abadar to forgive what ever sin she had committed.
"That bad, huh," her roommate asked, an acolyte of Shelyn named Elizabeth that had fast become her best friend over the past three years. The young woman was a year older than Tera, but they two of them looked even further apart than that, thanks to the well developed figure Elizabeth had been blessed with and the slender one Tera possessed that made her look two or three years younger.
"Sometimes I wonder if the mark on my back was because Abadar blessed me or cursed me," Tera confided to Elizabeth as she worked on a sketch. "Father Fusswick decided I was incompetent and lazy and need to practice until my brain felt like it had been replaced with fried eggs. I don't know why it is so hard for me to get this."
Elizabeth looked up from her sketch a slight frown on her face as she looked at her friend with slightly worried, brown eyes. This was a familiar conversation to her, and one that was quickly becoming a weekly one between the two of them.
"Tera, you aren't incompetent. Maybe there's something else that Abadar wants you to do," she tells her friend, beginning the all too familiar dance.
"Maybe, but no one seems to know what it is," came the expected reply.
"Well, at least you can enjoy tomorrow," Elizabeth says, trying, predictably, to cheer her friend up. Tomorrow was special for two reasons for Tera. It was not only the day the Cathedral would be consecrated, and the day of the Swallowtail festival, but the Day Tera would turn seventeen.
"Thanks to Father Zantus," Tera answers, smiling as thoughts about the next day fill her head. Her parents were too busy to come, as usual, but that hadn't done much to dampen her spirits. She would have plenty of fun without them here, anyway.
"Are you busy in the morning," Tera asked as she sat up on the bed, "Jasper's not going to be free until the afternoon and Sam is not all that fun to be around," she explains.
"I'm free all day, and I'd be happy to spend it with you on one condition," Elizabeth tells Tera.
"What?"
"I get to tell Sister Keri about your new nickname for Father Faustwick," the Shelynite tells her with a wickedly gleefully smile.
"As long as you realize that I will take my revenge," Tera replies sweetly before receiving a faceful of pillow.
"Bring it, sister!"
About fifteen minutes later, Father Zantus was busy lecturing the two of them on proper lady-like behavior while they stood sheepishly before him, feathers in their hair.
No problem Adam/Tera- after our last PM I was counting you as one with some leeway :)
No problem Adam/Tera- after our last PM I was counting you as one with some leeway :)
Thanks. I hope the character is up to snuff. I have her fairly fleshed out in my head, but I may not have gotten everything through.
The fluff looks good, and honestly the crunch doesn't seem that far off... I don't care about having descriptions copied in or your math done for my evaluation; if you get a chance to pick your skills and exploit (and/or archetype if applicable) that would be helpful though.
Just under 3 hours left to finish up!
It's times like this where I start to completely secound guess every decision I've made with this character and want to completely re-write everything...
Updated the Crunch to include exploit and skills chosen.
Tera's birth was the second most momentous event in the Flinders family's history, second only to the founding of Flinders and Associates trading some two centuries before in Korvosa. It wasn't that she was a scion of the family, she was actually the daughter of one of the branch families, nor was it that her birth was tied to any sort of prophecy, the Flinders being far too astute to truck with such nonsense.
No, it was momentous because of the mark she possessed on her back, between her shoulders. It was unmistakably in the shape of Abadar's key, if only as a silhouette. The celebration that night was not very wild by the standards of Magnimar's upper-crust, but for the ever-severe Flinders, it was a wild party.
Young Tera spent her childhood under the tuteluge of a series of governesses that drilled the basics of arithmetic, reading, writing, and courtly behavior and etiquette into her head. Soon lessons in culture, the arts, and business followed. Even with the constant assurance that she was receiving the best education money could buy, though, she always felt as if something was missing. She'd been marked by Abadar, hadn't she? What if it was for something more than being another merchant for the family business? She talked to her parents about her concerns, respectfully, of course, and was disappointed to learn they felt she was getting the best she could get anywhere.
Tera, on the other hand, wasn't so sure of that.
It wasn't until her twelfth birthday that her parents got the first inkling that maybe, just maybe, Tera had a point. A deal that was about as sure as any bet got fell through. A week later, an investment they had made folded. Here and there things started to go sour, not enough to do much at first, but soon the losses begin to add up, and worried about their finances, they enlisted the help of one of the bankers in Magnimar. The Abadarian priest arrived at their home early in the morning, and by lunch, had found a worrying trend.
It appeared that Abadar was not pleased with Tera's parents, the priest noted. She had been chosen by him for some purpose, but he was appalled to find her education in Abadar's faith not much better than her parents, and to find that she had apparently been given gifts of speech and fleetness of foot that no one had noticed until he pointed it out. She would need to be trained by one of Abadar's Bankers, that much was certain, but none of the bankers in Magnimar had the time to spare. That left either a long, possibly dangerous, trip to Korvosa, or a much shorter trip to Sandpoint.
Not having ever been to the small town, Tera almost instantly choose Sandpoint. The nest week, she rode out on a carriage chartered to take her to Sandpoint and study at the cathedral there. Only to find the building gone and the town in shock at the fire that had devastated the northern quarter of the town. Instead, she began her studies at Turandarok Academy, where she found that she had other gifts besides the ones that the Abadarian banker had noted.
It was an accident, really, she'd been invited to have a cup of tea with the headmaster and had arrived at his office a few minutes early. Curiosity had overwhelmed common courtesy and she found herself enthralled at complex patterns and shapes of the arcane arts. The headmaster merely chuckled when he found her pouring over a beginner's primer to cantrips, even offering to teach her how to harness the powers of the arcane and further her own studies on her own time.
Tera, feeling something click into place, eagerly agreed.
For the next five years she studied as the cathedral was rebuilt, a grand monument to the gods Sandpoint worshiped and to the overwhelming sense of community that they had fostered. Tera continued to grow as an arcanist, but the feeling that something was still missing only made the berating she received from her Abadarian tutors whenever she failed to grasp some fundamental concept or couldn't channel more than a trickle of divine power even worse. About the only one of the tutors that didn't take malicious glee at finding some fault with her was Savah, who was the person that taught her to use a crossbow. As fate would have it, Tera was pretty good at it.
Her parents continued to visit her, but as she grew up into a young woman, she found them growing more and more distant from her, which only added to the frustrations caused by her inability to master the divine. She was sharp. She knew she was sharp. All of her instructors made it a point to rub it in that she was sharp, but she just couldn't figure out why she was having so much trouble despite following instructions to the letter. Nor did it help that her views on tyrants tended to waved off as the dreams of an idealist.
Five years seemed like too long and too short of a time. The Cathedral had been rebuilt, and Tera was nearly seventeen. Funny, she had often thought in the past few months, that her birthday and the day of the Swallowtail Festival had lined up so well. Perhaps for once she'd be able to enjoy herself instead of listening to the bankers nag her about her inability to be a proper chosen of Abadar.
STR: 10
DEX: 14 +2 = 16
CON: 10
INT: 16
WiS: 14 +2 = 16
CHA: 14
Feats:
Point-Blank Shot
Precise Shot
Traits:
Birthmark (Abadar)
Talented
Magical Knack
Domain:
Trade
Exploit:
Quick Study
Skills:
Lore (Classic Literature)*
Knowledge (Nobility)*
Knowledge (Religion)*
Perform (Sing)*
Perform (Dance)*
Spellcraft*
Diplomacy
Bluff
Appraise*
* class skills
Tera flopped onto the bead with a sigh that was more akin to a groan of frustration than an expression of relief. Father Faustwick had kept her from helping set things up for the festival tomorrow, saying she needed to practice more diligently. It was thanks to Father Zantus that she wasn't going to spend tomorrow chanting an incantation to a simple orison over and over again, or meditating and praying to Abadar to forgive what ever sin she had committed.
"That bad, huh," her roommate asked, an acolyte of Shelyn named Elizabeth that had fast become her best friend over the past three years. The young woman was a year older than Tera, but they two of them looked even further apart than that, thanks to the well developed figure Elizabeth had been blessed with and the slender one Tera possessed that made her look two or three years younger.
"Sometimes I wonder if the mark on my back was because Abadar blessed me or cursed me," Tera confided to Elizabeth as she worked on a sketch. "Father Fusswick decided I was incompetent and lazy and need to practice until my brain felt like it had been replaced with fried eggs. I don't know why it is so hard for me to get this."
Elizabeth looked up from her sketch a slight frown on her face as she looked at her friend with slightly worried, brown eyes. This was a familiar conversation to her, and one that was quickly becoming a weekly one between the two of them.
"Tera, you aren't incompetent. Maybe there's something else that Abadar wants you to do," she tells her friend, beginning the all too familiar dance.
"Maybe, but no one seems to know what it is," came the expected reply.
"Well, at least you can enjoy tomorrow," Elizabeth says, trying, predictably, to cheer her friend up. Tomorrow was special for two reasons for Tera. It was not only the day the Cathedral would be consecrated, and the day of the Swallowtail festival, but the Day Tera would turn seventeen.
"Thanks to Father Zantus," Tera answers, smiling as thoughts about the next day fill her head. Her parents were too busy to come, as usual, but that hadn't done much to dampen her spirits. She would have plenty of fun without them here, anyway.
"Are you busy in the morning," Tera asked as she sat up on the bed, "Jasper's not going to be free until the afternoon and Sam is not all that fun to be around," she explains.
"I'm free all day, and I'd be happy to spend it with you on one condition," Elizabeth tells Tera.
"What?"
"I get to tell Sister Keri about your new nickname for Father Faustwick," the Shelynite tells her with a wickedly gleefully smile.
"As long as you realize that I will take my revenge," Tera replies sweetly before receiving a faceful of pillow.
"Bring it, sister!"
About fifteen minutes later, Father Zantus was busy lecturing the two of them on proper lady-like behavior while they stood sheepishly before him, feathers in their hair.
30 minute warning.
Matrim sits in the back of the bar, watching those who've gathered. "This is a lovely sight to see. All of these people gathering for one occasion." he says before taking a sip. "I wonder how much money can be made if i went around an started to slit purses" he thought to himself, before remembering that he promised his old friend that he would change his ways.
Recruitment is now Officially Closed.
Thank you to everyone who applied, you guys really brought your A game. I'm going to read through everything again and start the hard work of putting together the party and I'll announce the party on the 26th. In the meantime enjoy your holiday!
Thank you for giving us a reason to sit down and really make a person. As someone already stated, regardless of whether we make it into the AP, these characters exist. I know I won't be forgetting Roakkad :).
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May everyone here have a truly Merry Christmas.
Good luck to everyone, and happy holidays! I know I'm excited to see the outcome.
Less than 12 hours! (Closer to 11, actually)
I was totally thinking tomorrow was the deadline. Trying to make submissions to multiple games at once is a pain to keep up with, darn it.
Good luck to all!
Who knows, maybe someone will pick up a second group to DM based on so many fabulous submissions...
For anyone still thinking of a game (or wanting another one, whatever), I still have a position open for an Eberron-style changeling paladin in Homecoming.
There's still a 12% chance he'll double table us! Right? Right?
=)
There's still a 12% chance he'll double table us! Right? Right?
=)
I thought it was 13% :-)
There's easily 2 parties worth of really good characters here. I've heard from one person already who's thinking about starting up a second table after I pick one, and if he doesn't I might be as high as 15% on doing a second one myself...
Good luck everyone. This is a fierce competition. Best of luck to nate lange who has to pick between us.
15%! 15%! Do I hear 16%?! 16%?!
Now that it's all said and done, here's what the final list looks like.
Submissions by Deity
Abadar
Marcelano Alazario – Human Fighter
Tera Flinders – Human Arcanist
Teobold Valdemar – Human Inquisitor
Xarmas Misinirith – Human Druid (Feral Shifter)
Desna
Lia Tani – Human Arcanist (Blood Arcanist; Dreamspun Bloodline)
Matrim of Shadows – Human Rogue (Knife Master)
Rojava Brishen – Human Bard
Talene Minly – Human Cleric (Ecclesitheurge)
Zache Kovachi – Human Bard
Erastil
Hudok – Human Monk (Qinggong, Zen Archer)
Karmid Groundbreaker – Human Ranger
Salomae Amsel – Human Slayer (Deliverer)
Tony Sinclair – Human Inquisitor
Gozreh
Arkon the Thunderer – Oread Druid (Saurian Shaman)
Pehmah Yonten – Human Monk (Flowing, Iron Mountain)
Roakkad Shrikkir-tsha – Human Wizard (Spirit Whisperer)
Thorn 'Rat' – Human Druid
Sarenrae
Karina of the Flame – Half –Orc Paladin (Divine Defender, Warrior of the Holy Light, Sacred Shield)
Kaelaah – Human Pyrokineticist
Milton McMurray – Human Arcanist (White Mage)
Shelyn
Arimna Tressen – Human Summoner
Gwyddym Soarsong – Human Bard
Iskra Kustov – Human Wizard (Air Elementalist)
Kaede Mayumi – Human Warpriest
Nikolai Radavaski – Human Inquisitor
Good luck to everyone and have a Merry Christmas! :)
Lady Ladile - thanks for keeping that list going through recruitment - I suspect it really helped to balance out the applications and to inspire folks... And would you look at all the humans? Sandpoint must be literally the least racially diverse place in the Inner Sea!!!
...and also wishing everyone a happy Christmas... Whilst we're all tucking into festive fayre, poor old DM Nate has got one big job on his hands!!!
Pretty hard to argue with a free +2 to one physical stat and one mental stat...and on top of a 25 point buy...just sayin'...
Might also explain the previously-noted abundance of hybrid class/MAD applications, too!
And no problem, happy that it helped :)
The list definitely helped, thank you!
I'm surprised no one went for the Seranrae Tiefling? That sounds like it would have been fun but challenging...
There were a couple attempts, actually.
Merry Christmas brahs!!!
Yes, Merry Christmas all!
One day more!! Another day, another destiny ... this never-ending road to Sandpointy ...
...
... okay, that didn't work too well. Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas Everyone!
We're on the road to Sandpoint
Come on inside
Takin' that ride to Sandpoint
We'll take that ride
I'm feelin' okay this mornin'
And you know,
We're on the road to paradise
Here we go, here we go...
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
Merry Christmas, y'all
Well folks, this really was incredibly difficult. With the number of good applicants I did decide to take 1 character for each god- it made choosing even harder, I think, but it just feels so right to do it that way. About a second table... I've heard from two different people that have an interest in running a second table, one of them was talking like he was 100% on it, though I'm not sure about his timing. The bottom line is keep watching this thread because there's a very high likelyhood that a second table will materialize.
Now, without further ado... after much agonizing, table 1 will be:
Abadar- Tera Flinders
Desna- Zache Kovachi
Erastil- Salomae Amsel
Gozreh- Roakkad Shrikkir-tsha
Sarenrae- Kaelaah
Shelyn- Kaede Mayumi
I'm on my way to a family function but I'll have the discussion thread up later today. With the holiday craziness I'm giving everyone until Monday the 28th to check in (but I may replace you if you miss that deadline). Good luck everyone on round 2 of the recruitment!
Congrats to those who are in!
I will decide on whether I will run a third table after the DM who has fully committed to run a second table selects his party.