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Updateded backround, alot more happy with this one :)
Life in the greenbelt is not for the faint of heart. If your not strong in body and mind then it will chew you up and spit you out, then it will forget about you because honestly, if you do die here in the green belt no one will have the time to mourn you as they will be to busy trying to suvive themselves.
Yeah…the greenbelt is kind of depressing if you didn’t know.
But hey, it’s home, or at least it was home, but we’ll get to that . Let me tell ya, living with nagaji is not easy. Not just because they are, you know lizards and I’m a human. But because when you have a species that just doesn’t like humanity, then combine that with the fact of one of your own choosing to raise one of the “soft skins" as one of her clutch, you have a ticking time bomb of epic proportions.
So I think it’s safe to say I did not have a nice child hood, I was bullied constantly by older nagaji and even the ones my age. No one wanted to play with the “soft skin”, hell, no one wanted to feed the “soft skin.” There was only one of them that actually gave a crap about me; and her name was Vastra.
Vastra was one of the clutch mothers who fed and took care of the young of the tribe, and my mother.
She was also the same nagaji who took me in and raised me as a child. I was Lance Stormshield when she found me after a raid on a group of travelers in the green belt and I was renamed Turt Snacko. it’s safe to say she also probably killed my real parents…so yeah there’s that. But I stopped caring about that years ago, Vastra was the only mother I needed, she taught me everything I needed to Survive in the greenbelt, how to hunt, how to fight, and how to kill.
I would say that the years I spent in the green belt were a time where I was more beast then man. I have done many a terrible thing for the glory of my tribe, for my mother, who no matter what I did or how many time I would come home broken by the words of my tribesman, she was always there to put me back together again.
But break something enough and it can’t be fixed any more.
On my 16th birthday, my tribe forced me out on the grounds that I was poisoning the young pings minds about there need to fight humans. They threw me into the dark greenbelt, once again broken…but Vastra was not there to fix me again.
So I stopped working
I rusted
I broke down
In the middle of the greenbelt I fell into disparate despair. But the will to live is strong, and I ran, I ran until the greenbelt was miles behind me.
Then I wandered, a warrior without his home, broken. After about 3 months of walking aimlessly I had stumbled across Riddleport, a city full of scoundrels and broken dreams…
So yeah the perfect place for a boy like me.
But as you can expect a 16 year old with close to no social experience was quickly swindled out of every thing I own. I was ready to ask the first person I saw to end my miserable existence. That’s when she appeared, a beautiful half-elf woman named fox who took me in and gave me a job at her library.
If you are surprise then imagine how surprised I was that this random lady just finds me and gives me a room and a job for absolutely no reason. After a year of working there I finally asked her why she did it, And she told me “it was because you looked like you needed it…I mean it helped that your cute” she gave me a saucy wink before leaving. It was kind of awkward for a while after that.
An here we are now, me at age 19, working as a receptionist in a library.
But the wanderlust is beginning to creep back in, Riddleport will always be my home but
There has to be more than this…
Turt Snacko
4707 Absalom Reckoning
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Lief frowns, if only for a fraction of a second, then answers the musician, and potential dancer. So, self-taught, or possibly savant... "Dancing, was it? And yet you led with your music first. Probably a good thing. Get to know the room first, before stepping on toes."
Dimitrio smiles and makes sure his lucky medallion is where it should be. "Well, I would have started dancing, but the old man's tune just wasn't very inspiring."
"Fun?" Lief leans in closer, his eyes looking Dimitrio over as a bird might eye a worm. "I like to people-watch. In a city like this, I think I chose my port well, don't you think?" He leans back, a half-smile raising the right corner of his mouth.
The Varisian nods, "People watching can be great fun..." His eyebrows raise a little and he conspiringly adds, "...if you're watching the right people. You know what I mean?
The place is getting busier and Dimitrio knows it is because of his song. Hopefully someone can direct me to the right place.
He turns to Lief again, "Where do people go to enjoy high-quality entertainment here. Is there a theater or performing grounds?"
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He pauses ever so slightly, his gaze flicking between the two men and then resting somewhere farther away.
I came over because I like what you did drumming man. I like it because music is the same as magic and you used magic for you music which is even more magic. I like that.
Dimitrio starts to bask in attention. His posture just gets a little bit straighter. If he were a peacock, his colorful feathers would start showing.
"Magic, music. Both are best used for pleasurable endeavors. That's what I try to do anyways."
He seems distant for a moment and then shakes his head as if to clear his mind.
I am a very rude gnome! I'm sorry, my name is Perhilion and I'm very pleased to meet you both. Let me buy you a drink. Or a fish sandwich. Maybe a small bauble or something if you're not hungry or thirsty?
Dimitrio's senses came on alert. Was the little guy 'touched' or something? Putting those thoughts aside, he extends his hand in greeting. "Dimitrio is my name and music and dancing are my game."
He smells the air, and his stomach growls, "I will accept that sandwich and pay you in kind. What song do you want to hear? Something from your homeland...?"
It was always good to start gathering information.
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He smells the air, and his stomach growls, "I will accept that sandwich and pay you in kind. What song do you want to hear? Something from your homeland...?"
Turt looks away from Madge and stares directly at Dimitrio, eye's sparkling and wide, his attention solely on him
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"Even more new blood" Turt chirps as he moves from his stool to a seat next to madge "trust me new blood, this city eats the unprepared, I would know."
Turt gives her a once over and frowns "um...I don't mean to sound rude but...uh...are you a girl?"
Madge stares at Turt, blinking a few times as she finds the words to answer politely.
"You betcha, I am! Suppose it's hard to tell with all the nice warm clothing, but there ya go!"
She suddenly smiles awkwardly.
"Oh, or are you trying to flirt? I just can't gosh darn tell sometimes, dontcha know! Awful sweet of you, if so."
Bartlebe watches the crowd descend on his little pub and shakes his head, ”By Cayden Cailean it’s going to be a long day” he can be heard whispering under his breath as he rushes to take the orders of these new strangers…
I wish to present here Larandel. He is an elf based on the most deep traditions of his race, but with a reckless and curious personality that has given him experiences that opened him to the human world.
Nice presentation, and your non-native English is just fine, it will not harm your chances. Could you tell me more about your son’s actions? What drove him to do what he did?
I'll throw Devon in for consideration. He was accepted into a Second Darkness game that faltered because several other players dropped. So he's already got the SD trait and should be good to go.
Devon, can I get some more background? Delve, really dig deep. Thanks!
Finally done, Paizo lost my writing three times and I'm saddened as the first draft was most likely my greatest work :(
Nicely done, sorry Paizo ate your posts. It does that sometimes - you’ll learn to cut and paste. For your background, talk a bit about how you learned common - do you have an accent?
Submitting Garridan Brewmaster Warpriest of Cayden Cailean "The Lucky Drunk," I have his background worked out in my mind just need to put it to paper but everything else is in his alias.
Please be careful in your role play not to play the other characters, even NPCs. The innkeeper may know you, but he’s not as outgoing as all that and might have spoken differently. :) Also, thanks for the links. I’m on the fence about the Fencing Grace feat but I’ll mull it over. I look forward to your background.
91.87452% sure that she will be an investigator focusing on support and skills. Haven't decided for sure yet. Will definitely be taking the Fools for Friends campaign trait, though.
I look forward to checking out your background.
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Madge stares at Turt, blinking a few times as she finds the words to answer politely.
"You betcha, I am! Suppose it's hard to tell with all the nice warm clothing, but there ya go!"
She suddenly smiles awkwardly.
"Oh, or are you trying to flirt? I just can't gosh darn tell sometimes, dontcha know! Awful sweet of you, if so."
Turt's eyes widen in shock and his face burns
"wha? i mean..uh your pretty, sure!..(gulp)a guy can't be nice to someone who's a girl?"It takes a few seconds for Turt to get his composure back and one again his smile returns
"i really just wanted to make sure that what happened to me when i first got here, doesn't happen to you" he shrugs and continues
"i got swindled out of everything i had and if my friend hadn't taken pity on me i would most likely be living a life crime"
Turt chuckles " though honestly between you and me, i don't think i'd be any good at it, fools for friends am i right?"
Perhilion accepts Demitro's hand and smiles. Perhilion Brightpebble. You just have to say the first part though. I'm afraid the notion of 'homeland' is a bit complicated for gnomes. Of course complication is inherent in everything gnomish. The more unnecessary the better. It pleases me to be though of from Whistledown, though I don't yearn for any gnomeish tunes of my youth. You can play to please those among us who are connoisseurs. He nods at Turt.
As he stands up on top of his stool to gain the barmaid's attention he looks over at Ryssa. It's absolutely true that some of us have to study something. And I for one, really do have to. Failing momentarily he sits back down.
I know that to say I like it is strange. We have not met, we are not friends, it does't buy me drinks. It's certainly not here for my benefit. In fact I think I can agree with most people on one point, and it's rare that I can agree with most people, that for whatever the reason the blot is here, it's probably not a good one.
He stands back up on his stool, looking again for the barmaid.
But the blot is a lovely distraction for minds that dare not rest. And beyond that it is a change of state. Whatever the resolution of the matter, it is not likely to leave Riddleport in the same state as it has been.
He remains standing on his stool for a moment.
Speaking of the state of Riddleport... He looks with curiosity at Madge. Law enforcement is a noble vocation. Sometimes less noble as an avocation but still worth doing on occasion. Do you have any laws you particularly like? The laws one might enforce will tend to vary around here according to circumstance. I'd pick one or two you really, really liked and focus on being in the right places for them. I personally quietly go about enforcing a few laws. Conservation of momentum is one of my personal favorites, I take every opportunity to ensure compliance with it...
Perhilion stands on his tip toes and peers out over the crowd of patrons.
I'm never going to get a sandwich
Hi there. Dotting for interest in this campaign. I have 2 ideas shuffling around in my head at present, both Core and not particularly crunchy - will write them up and submit one or both later on when I've done some work on them.
One question now to save us both some time:
I'm in the UK, which uses GMT. Is that likely to be a problem?
Please be careful in your role play not to play the other characters, even NPCs. The innkeeper may know you, but he’s not as outgoing as all that and might have spoken differently. :) Also, thanks for the links. I’m on the fence about the Fencing Grace feat but I’ll mull it over. I look forward to your background
Sorry, that was just a vehicle I used to get his personality out, I wrote it for a tavern I had made up prior to your posts. When you posted your tavern I added the details (mainly names) you where using. I like doing this rather than just saying my PC is out going or selfish. I realized this might not mesh with what you had planned, that is why I posted it in a spoiler. Usually I just put the appearance and personality as a story in a spoiler under his alias. Sorry if it came across as me assuming your NPCs actions.
One question now to save us both some time:
I'm in the UK, which uses GMT. Is that likely to be a problem?
I am most active in the mornings and during the day Pacific time (7 hours difference?). Less so in the evenings and of course overnight. I don't need folks to post during the same times I'm active, though things may move more quickly then.
I don't see it as a problem, we'll have some overlap.
Totally cool Garridan Brewmaster. I just have an actual guy in mind for your poor beleaguered barkeep. Don't want folks to get the idea, you know, he's different. No worries.
Ryssa of the Silken Veil, priestess of the Savored Sting at your service. And who am I blessing you might ask, well your guess is as good as mine. Although, one or two of the serving lasses here have caught my eye.
She hissed and then winked at two of the serving girls, hoping to entice the two later on to accompany her to the Temple of Calistria, twirling a lock of her blue hair in her fingers as she smiled.
His father was a bard of minor talent who settled for a living ghostwriting songs and poems for more famous performers who were largely commissioned to produce tripe venerating egotistical small-time lords and ladies. His mother was a performing sorcerer with a knack for ray spells, her small arsenal of trick-shots earned enough money to supplement the family income until the locals grew bored of it at each stop. Always travelling, always marginal they realized that innate magical talent in their young son was married to a seriousness of mind that was rare. They reasoned that he might be able to gain entrance into a serious magical college and live a bigger more interesting life than they had been able to.
So they bet everything on shooting for the top, and travelled to Korvosa. The Acadamae’s fierce reputation made it sound like an ideal place to stave of the bleaching for an overly serious gnome. The entrance examinations were tough, even tougher on an unlikely candidate like Perhilion. He thrived under the pressure never breaking, never turning away from terrifying illusions and fiendish puzzles. In the end the Acadamae was still dubious, he required the sponsorship of one of its members, a very impressed half-elven wizard named Aloria Sundowner. She arranged for a scholarship package for Perhilion and was even able to help find his parents employment in Magnimar, so they were able to at least remain in the region.
For the early dreary years of apprenticeship Perhilion did what it took to succeed in the Acadamae. It was a mixture of scholarship and grunt work. Student’s competed with each other in often dangerous ways for the opportunity to undertake special assignments and prove their worth to aloof and exploitative professors. Perhilion was no exemplary leader of the class but he made it through with the benefit of talent and a tight alliance with a few of his fellow students.
He and his friends became interested in raw, primal magic. The fundamental essences of things. They did a great deal of reading and studying about other planes of existence and worked up theories and ideas about magic as an essential force constituting the nature of all things. It was when these studies were at their most interesting that Perhilion felt his natural magical talent at its strongest.
One evening alone while this cycle was at it’s apex he attempted a simple conjuration spell with a few on the fly ‘customizations.’ To his surprise the spell was viable! It worked! All too well.
The arcane power within surged into an unstoppable torrent, pouring out into dimensions beyond. A curious outsider saw the chance to step through. The strange haunting songbird summoned before him was not under his control. It spoke to him in a language he did not know. Seeing he did not understand, it instead sang him a song. That terrifying melody took him places he hopes never to go again. Enthralled in the outsider’s music he saw visions of the end, the bleaching spreading over the land. His parents wispy and pale, even his human and elven friends with white hair and vacant stares. He passed out at some point. When he awoke from his nightmarish dreams the outsider was gone.
He did not report the incident. He didn’t see the point. So his instructors could not understand when the time came for exams that he point blank refused to cast summoning spells. He insisted with obvious fear that he simply could not do it. This elicited no sympathy from the Adadamae. Summoning is required. His ultimate refusal to do so led to his expulsion.
He wandered the streets of Korsova with a few gold in his pocket. Stunned at what ad happened to him, shattered at his fall from grace he could not inform his parents, nor face his friends at the Acadamae, he wasn’t even sure they would talk to him. It wasn’t long before he found shiver. It’s capacity to remove fear, to dull pain, was irresistible to him.
He wound up a small time dealer to support his habit and his grubby existence in the back alleys of Korsova. Just living from one moment of oblivion to the next. A dealer who takes from his own supply is a poor businessman and he soon found himself with a mounting pile of debt to dangerous folk. As time went by he worked more and more desperately to service his debt. One of his opportunistic creditors decided that his Academae connections offered a good opportunity to expand into more prosperous clientele and ordered him to try pitching shiv to some of his former classmates.
Terrified at he prospect of approaching anybody from the Acadamae and unable to defy his creditors he lurked outside the grounds with no idea what to do. He was not as inconspicuous as he had hoped. One of the people who spotted him was the wizard Nimiyah, a Vudrani wizard from far away Nex, and one of his good friends at the Acadamae. She saw a pale ghost of her old friend, his bluish skin turning lighter, his hair beginning to streak with gray. Silently she slipped away to speak with Aloria. Together they located and confronted him. But where he was expecting condemnation he found compassion. Before he realized what was happening he was bundled into the back of a wagon full of thileu bark, bound for Whistledown.
There his friends paid for three months worth of lodging ahead of time. And a sympathetic elderly gnome named Montague brought him water and soup as his body was wracked with withdrawal. Visions of terrifying outsiders and apocalyptic bleachings tormented him but the kindness of Montague and the reminder of who he once was drew him through. When at last he was able to emerge from his bedchamber and stand on wobbly legs in the sunshine he found he had a package. Nimiyah had located and sent him his old spellbook, unlooked at for more than a year.
Now he has begun to study his spells once again. He avoids the section on summoning monsters but he can feel that old link between the words on the page and the raw magic within rekindled, and he is exploring ways to touch that without fear. His bleaching has been arrested, but gnomes in Whistledown are aware of what has happened, and he doesn’t like the look in their eyes. So he has carefully brushed blue dye into his hair and set his eyes forward. Looking for destiny away from Korvosa and Whistledown.
Turt's eyes widen in shock and his face burns
"wha? i mean..uh your pretty, sure!..(gulp)a guy can't be nice to someone who's a girl?"It takes a few seconds for Turt to get his composure back and one again his smile returns
"i really just wanted to make sure that what happened to me when i first got here, doesn't happen to you" he shrugs and continues
"i got swindled out of everything i had and if my friend hadn't taken pity on me i would most likely be living a life crime"Turt chuckles " though honestly between you and me, i don't think i'd be any good at it, fools for friends am i right?"
Madge gives a little wave, subdued laughter suffusing her words.
"Oh dontcha make nothing of it. Just teasing ya, hon! That's sure super sweet of ya to be so concerned!"
She pats Turt on the shoulder.
"Some people will do anything for a bit of money. I say, there's more to life than money, ya know? Why do all that swindling and killing just for a bit of money when it's such a beautiful day outside? I just don't understand it."
Speaking of the state of Riddleport... He looks with curiosity at Madge. Law enforcement is a noble vocation. Sometimes less noble as an avocation but still worth doing on occasion. Do you have any laws you particularly like? The laws one might enforce will tend to vary around here according to circumstance. I'd pick one or two you really, really liked and focus on being in the right places for them. I personally quietly go about enforcing a few laws. Conservation of momentum is one of my personal favorites, I take every opportunity to ensure compliance with it...
While Madge initially glances about in distress at the motor-mouth of the gnome, seeing that the others view the display as nothing out-of-the-ordinary prompts her to return to her gregarious affect.
"Whoa, ya sure speak pretty fast there, fella! Got so many threads of thought going on in different directions ya might just end up a sewing a sweater by talking."
She looks up and away, tapping her chin with one hand as she fans herself with her other.
"Which laws do I particularly like? Well, can't say I've ever heard somebody ask that! I'd say the big ones, like not killing people ya don't like, or not taking stuff that don't belong to ya. They're just common sense, dontcha know? Ya break one of the biggies, ya know ya screwed up. It's not like fining somebody for making their bonfire too big or forgetting about the zoning laws. They don't mean no harm, so breaks my heart to have to let them know I'm gonna need 10 silver or else I'm gonna have to put them in lock-up."
Well met Ryssa, he greets the cleric. I've always held the The Savored Sting and her servants in high regard. Garridan grooms his mustache as considers a question he has had for some time. Finally he asks, Perhaps you can help clear something up for me, why is Calistria known as The Savored Sting?
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Ryssa of the Silken Veil, priestess of the Savored Sting at your service. And who am I blessing you might ask, well your guess is as good as mine. Although, one or two of the serving lasses here have caught my eye.
She hissed and then winked at two of the serving girls, hoping to entice the two later on to accompany her to the Temple of Calistria, twirling a lock of her blue hair in her fingers as she smiled.
Turt does a spit–take as he hears that and falls off his chair
”WHOA! Whoa…” Turt stands up coughing awkwardly into his hand to get the cheap Ale out of his lungs ”sorry” He then looks at Ryssa, though he can’t seem to look her in the eye ”I…didn’t expect that, so…that Happened, I’m okay by the way" and with that Turt sits back down next to Madge and embarrassed, put his head in his hands to hide from the stares.
""People watching can be great fun... if you're watching the right people. You know what I mean? Where do people go to enjoy high-quality entertainment here. Is there a theater or performing grounds?"
Lief smiles in answer to Dimitrio's rhetorical question, before answering his genuine inquiry. "Ah, I haven't been about long enough to learn that myself. Figured an entertainer like yourself would know more than I. You must be new to Riddleport, then."
"Yes! Watching is good. I like it to. The thing to remember is that most things that are watched can watch back. In fact the more you watch the more you are watched... The more you watch the greater the total capacity for watching..."
Lief turns away from Dimitrio to look down. When the gnome pauses for breath, he nods. "So many words. Perhilion, was it? Are gnomes always so chatty?"
When Garridan joins them, Lief realizes he's in for a lengthier conversation than he planned for. He raises his hand, then gestures to an open chair, before returning to the bar. He secures his own wine, then returns to the busier table. He sits back, and listens attentively as the others carry on.
Perhilion calms down a little at Madge's words.
You're right of course. It's not an uncommon trait among gnomes to be a little all over the place. Truth be told there's many that are worse than myself. Still I can't honestly say anybody here is used to me, but eventually they have to act like they are.
I ask because the laws around here are subject to the whims of the powers that be. Flexibility in regards to zoning ordinances will serve you well, that's certain. Common sense may often be downgraded in favor of expediency however. Murder and theft are good places to establish your standards. In certain places and times the legitimate authority is likely to insist that people not be able take what certainly does belong to them and that they have the right to kill a person simply because they don't like them. I prefer your own take on the matter and I sincerely hope you find the right venue to express these notions of justice.
He looks over at the commotion caused by Turt.
Hey Turt, are you okay? Is your ale too strong? It's okay if you can't hold your drink, that's nothing to be ashamed of.
Then he addresses Garridan without waiting for an answer.
That's a fine question about the Savored Sting sir, I too would be glad to hear the answer. Though I have to say I'm not sure I would admit to holding Calistria in anything other than high regard.
He stops talking abruptly.
I'm doing it again.
Alas, there are no servers at the Drunken Lurch - just your patron and the woman in the kitchen, who only occasionally surfaces with food. More often, Bartlebe heads into the kitchen to bring out the fair fare to the feeble fete. It is a small place, and Bartlebe hustles.
Here's a first pass on Perhilion's background.
It’s not long (about two years) after a civil war upheaval in Korvosa . Were you a part of that at all, or did you leave before that time began? The Acadamae, during that time, was cut off from the rest of the city, so it’s certainly reasonable you could have been a student then, and largely untouched by the events. The wall was a pleasant read. No need to par down.
Everyone
When you’re speaking, please use quotation marks as well as the bold text. Helps me to differentiate a little better. Also, remember that internal thoughts are italicized and not bolded.
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Full submissions so far
Devon Prissault
Larandel
Turt Snaco
Dimitrio Carini
Ryssa
Incomplete submissions
Garridan Brewmaster - needs background
The Pale King - needs character build
Perhillion Brightpebble - needs character build
Madge Zolversson - mostly everything
Lief Anemoi - mostly everything
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I'm definitely planning on applying. I have some questions (I know that you care more about background but some of these greatly affect the character).
One of the characters I'm considering is definitely a Shoanti
1) The Speaker of the Past Shaman archetype relies on Oracle Revelations that are not in Core. Would that be acceptable?
2) What traits are we allowed to use (other than the campaign trait)
3) You see that the Crimson Throne AP happened a couple of years back. Were there any significant fall outs from that on the Shoanti and their relation to Korvosa ?
4) Are Shoanti weapons and equipment legal?
5) Would you allow the Thunder and Fang feat?
Bartlebe steps in the kitchen and is gone some little while, before returning with a large bucket of wine which he sloshes into a few ‘house’ bottles behind the bar. You can see some of the regulars line up quickly for the fresh wine and one of the new bottles is quickly drained.
Just did a first pass at Madge's background, along with some info about how I'd like her to fit in the party.
Can’t say how you’ll fit into an unknown party as yet, but your background and plans seem fine to me. Were there any friends you were specifically fond of - that you miss more than the others?
1) The Speaker of the Past Shaman archetype relies on Oracle Revelations that are not in Core. Would that be acceptable?
2) What traits are we allowed to use (other than the campaign trait)
3) You see that the Crimson Throne AP happened a couple of years back. Were there any significant fall outs from that on the Shoanti and their relation to Korvosa ?
4) Are Shoanti weapons and equipment legal?
5) Would you allow the Thunder and Fang feat?
1) I’ve looked at some of the options and it should be OK. You’ll definitely be a rarity in Riddleport, but then again most Shoanti are.
2) More or less anything from the Traits section (link) of the Archives of Nethys. I don’t think I’m opposed to any specific trait, but I’ve not read them all…3) The Shoanti were placated by the events of the day and so are not as hostile to Korvosa as they were prior to those events. There is still underlying animosity, and the Shoanti are still very much second class citizens (OK, third class) but they are more accepted than they once were by the city and some outreach has occured on the part of the government there to heal the rift between the two peoples.
4) I think so, but again there may be something out there I’m unfamiliar with that I might have a problem with. You can assume I’m likely to approve what you bring to the table with an otherwise strong character submission.
5) Hrm. Takes a lot to get there, so it should be a healthy part of your background. I’m inclined to allow it.
Background is up
Background looks good - nice pander. heheheh. What brought you to Riddleport specifically? As opposed to Kaer Maga, Magnimar, or some smaller town.
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Taking his head out of his hands and momentarily forgetting his shame.
"Don't worry Perhillion I'm fine" Turt takes of his gloves and rubs his hands through his hair, making a point not to look at Ryssa;
he looks at Perhillion and says
"yeah...zhat's completely why zhat happened" he glances at madge and his half filled bottle of ale "zhough i quite like the fact zhat you can hold four converssssations at once, makesss ya unique!"
Turt's face burns red once more and asks "Um did i just show my lisp...so embarrassing"
Garridan recognizes the quality of the wine that Bartlebe has brought out. He looks at he table mates and says, "Excuse me, I need to go bless my stomach with some of that wine, I'll be right back," He quickly rises from the table and heads to the bar asking "How much for a house bottle?"
What brought you to Riddleport specifically? As opposed to Kaer Maga, Magnimar, or some smaller town.
Good question, let me do a little research and brainstorm, I am hoping to give you a better answer then fate.
At work; dotting for interest. I'll get the character together tonight. Seafaring Dwarvish Druid. Side note - there are an abysmal 10 avatar options under 'female dwarf,' and they mostly suck.
Gnome options aren't awesome either, but try to find a wayang!
Character sheet is nearly done, excepting the campaign trait and the gear. My least favorite part is always the equipment. Two quick questions, are alchemical power components allowed and... how about a haramaki?
Also, looking into the Korvosa civil war. I'd hate for it to go unremarked upon.
The door opens again as patrons head back out into the already sultry air of the outside. For reference, it is the first of Erastus 4709 AR (calendar). In Riddleport that means it’s the first of two months of generally hot and muggy weather with thick clouds of mosquitos flitting about and biting in between the armor - and really any unprotected surface.
He quickly rises from the table and heads to the bar asking "How much for a house bottle?"
Bartlebe looks at you, ”1 gold sovereign, or 3 silvers a goblet if you prefer” he says simple as he reaches for another clean bottle and a funnel.
Two quick questions, are alchemical power components allowed and... how about a haramaki?
No dice on the haramaki, sorry. Can you point me to the rules on alchemical components? I know I’ve read them, but I can’t seem to find them at the moment. My search-fu is weak. My gut says spells are powerful enough, but let me take a closer look before I pass any sort of judgement.
Also, please put your background (link) in your alias for convenience when you get a chance. Thanks!
Ah well... those are the breaks!
Archive of Nethys has the best organized list.
Background is there now. Also I just discovered the drawback, Spooked. Kind of rough potentially, but flavorful!
"Oh, she is known as the Savored Sting for two reasons: she teaches we should savor each moment in our lives and to live life at its fullest. The Sting part represents her aspect of vengeance and to symbolize her sacred animal, the wasp. So pretty much her title represents her two aspects: passion and vengeance."
She smiled as she felt proud in explaining Calistria to others.
When Garridan went to go get a bottle of wine, she called after him saying, "Grab me a bottle please!"
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An attractive tattooed woman walks into the bar. She wears a breastplate but has no obvious weapon except for a dagger at her waist. She also wears a small holy symbol of Desna. She speaks in a reasonably strong accent (I'm thinking Polish for absolutely no reason whatsoever)
"Hello. I am looking for my friend. Have any of you seen him?"
Riddleport. Why did the Blot have to appear here? What an awful place this seems to be. At least if it DOES end up destroying things it will start with this hell hole
The entrance of the tattooed woman caused the Pitborn tiefling to wag her tail and smile.
Now this person should prove interesting, she thought to herself as she hissed. She then beckoned the newly arrived woman to her.
"I don't think those two girls work here Ryssa."
Perhilion is quiet for a moment after Ryssa speaks. Then he starts up again, slowly at first.
"That's a good lesson. The present should not be hostage to the past or the future. Most of the horrors in life lay in those two places anyway. Most of the time the moment we're in is plenty good enough. Worth noticing. Maybe sometimes we need a little sting to remind us where we are. Like now, what more could we ask for than fish sandwiches and the opportunity to offend strangers. Sure it's muggy, I don't normally like that, but what's the weather in the future? Non-existent at the moment, hard to enjoy."
Perhilion glances up at the newcomer.
"I don't know if I have seen him. I've seen a lot of people but none of them have mentioned you. At least, I'm not that I know of. I overhear conversations about people sometimes, one of them could have been about you. I don't know for sure. Is he a Shoanti? That would narrow it down. Not that you can't have friends besides Shoantis."
Are you guys all full up?
What classes/roles are you missing?
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Are you guys all full up?
What classes/roles are you missing?
Cataree speaks first to Ryssa.
"Nice to meet ya. I'm Cataree. Are you a visitor or do you live here in Riddleport?"
Hmm. She obviously worships Callistra. But what in the name of the spirits is she? Kinda looks like some kind of tiefling but she's like nothing that I ever saw before
She then addresses Perhilion
"No, he is not of the People. My friend is somebody I originally met in Korvosa, but he travels a lot"
Perhilion calms down a little at Madge's words.
You're right of course. It's not an uncommon trait among gnomes to be a little all over the place. Truth be told there's many that are worse than myself. Still I can't honestly say anybody here is used to me, but eventually they have to act like they are.
I ask because the laws around here are subject to the whims of the powers that be. Flexibility in regards to zoning ordinances will serve you well, that's certain. Common sense may often be downgraded in favor of expediency however. Murder and theft are good places to establish your standards. In certain places and times the legitimate authority is likely to insist that people not be able take what certainly does belong to them and that they have the right to kill a person simply because they don't like them. I prefer your own take on the matter and I sincerely hope you find the right venue to express these notions of justice.
After taking off her coat and setting it on the counter, Madge takes a big drink of her milk, punctuating the gulp with a contented sigh.
"Well, that's just silly! Ya just can't be running around killing people because you don't like them. I mean, ya, you should try to like everybody, but killing the ones ya dont't? That's just not okay."
After wiping her mouth, Madge manages a nice warm smile, patting Perhilion.
"But that's sure super nice of you to agree with me about the law! I was worried nobody'd have an appreciation for the way we always did things back in Braynard, dontcha know?"
Madge swivels around her stool and waves at the shoanti woman.
"So, you say you're looking for a fella? Well, it's your lucky day! I just happen to be trained in fella-finding."
The halfling woman reaches into the pocket of her coat and produces a notepad and pencil.
"So, what's he look like? Got any distinguishing marks?"
Were there any friends you were specifically fond of - that you miss more than the others?
"Nice to meet you Cataree. The name's Ryssa. Born and raised right here in Riddleport. Don't remember much about my parents so I don't know if they actually abandoned me since I was being well a hermaphrodite and a tiefling. Lived on the streets for most of my life although I did earn a living as a gambler although I later joined the House of the Silken Veil. By a pit fiend's beard, I'm even being trained by the head of the House of the Silken Veil herself! And the clerics have taught me there's nothing wrong with how I look at all! Calistria ain't judging anybody based on their looks or race that's for sure! Why she has made love to both angel and demon so you know she don't judge."
She smiles as she asks, "So what's your opinion on the Blot that everyone's been talking about? Or are you here looking for your friend while also getting some action? I might be able to help you in both areas if you know what I mean."
She smiled as she leaned back in her chair a bit.
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Just checking in to say I'm still working in my concept. GM I've a question about archetypes for the Ranger Class. I was looking at both the Guide and Urban Ranger archetypes since they have no overlapping abilities swaps and can be used together. However Urban Ranger has a class ability that replaces favored terrain with Community Familiarity, whereas Guide has an ability that provides a boost to the party when in favored terrain.Terrain Bond . Would I be able to use the benefit of terrain bond within my favored community?
The concept as it stands right now is a ranger who for one reason or another is in the employ of one of the crime lords to get rid of unwanted associates, but he moonlights as a bit of a hero in his downtime by guiding the more innocent victims through the frontier and to relative safety. With both of these archetypes fitting so well flavor wise I'd like to be able to make them fit together if possible.
I say this not just to you, but to all applicants: think character, not build or class. We want people who have awesome backstory, personality, and RP. If your build is the first thing that comes to mind, you might want to refocus.
I agree, but as an ENTP with a personal difficulty on this point, must play Devil's Advocate:
First, I'm falling in love with this character concept (were that it not so!). I've been wanting to create a unique druid for some time, and this dwarven druidic sailor is just that, at least for me.
As I attempt to put her together in my usual holistic manner - pouring over maps of Golarion, the Pathfinder Wiki, & the PRD - to craft a character with features that tie into her backstory, and abilities in line with her goals & passions, I'm delighted to see that Paizo has a lot of mechanical support for the character concept.
From archetypes to subdomains, making a seafaring druid is apparently something they also thought of and decided to encourage. It is almost all, unfortunately, also from Ultimate Magic or the APG. Even looking past those larger class options, I see that even the spells which would truly make her a seafaring druid are also not Core or ACG.
More succinctly: You can make a wizard and say he's a master swordsman, but if you want to play him that way, you better make a damn fighter. The game mechanics are designed to support character concepts, restricting the former will certainly not expand the latter (not to say it necessarily stifles them either).
Again, this is not a complaint; just making a point. I'm going to finish putting Divura here together, get the info onto her profile & jump into the IC fray here soon enough.
People must not come here for his warm personality, as he considers Bartlebe's demeanor. "I'll take two bottles good sir," he asks as he removes the coins from his purse and places them on the bar.
Always interested in the Brewers art Garridan continues talking to the overworked proprietor as fills more bottles, "Where do you get the grapes for your wine from?"
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I’d love to play in this, I’m really interested in things that lie deep below the surface of Golarion. I’d like to submit this character. He was built for a Tears at Bitter Manor campaign that sadly died before it finished. He was a lot of fun to play and I’ve been looking for another opportunity to do that. He’s been de-leveled to one, and since we’re starting at level one I’ve changed his backstory to make him a fresh recruit, trying to become an Eagle Knight. I haven’t linkified everything, but I put descriptions next to abilities and stuff for now. Let me know if you have any questions. I chose a lot of stuff outside of sources you specifically listed, I don’t think anything super exotic but let me know if anything doesn’t jive. Mechanically he’ll never be a super-powerhouse. I’m building him pretty much for the Captain Andoran flavor so he won’t be a good candidate for nuke tag. But he stood his ground well enough in the TABM campaign. I already have the players guide so I already worked the trait I chose into Caps background.
I’ll add more background and stuff later. Just wanted to get an initial submission in.
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A very tall, broad shouldered figure enters the pub and shakes the rain from brown and green cloak tightly wrapped around his body. He stands at the entryway for a few moments, his piercing blue eyes taking in the room. He immediately notices the rather odd collection of races present, but nothing looks immediately dangerous.
Guess cities like this attract all types. Relax, it's just a pub and you're not supposed to look like a soldier anyways.
The man visibly relaxes and pulls off his hood and the scarf he was using to keep the mosquitos from his face to reveal a handsome, blonde young man.
"I swear I just saw a mosquito the size of an eagle kill an eagle the size of an eagle. This place is crazy!" He makes his way to the bar and leans heavily on it. "Sorry for taking so much space." He says to no one in particular as he indicates his pack and the large shield that was keeping the rain off it. "Haven't found a place to stay yet. Just got here. Good sir, do you have anything colder than the ambient temperature to...well!" Stephen pretends to notice for the first time the people gathering in the pub. "Is your clientele always this...varied?"
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"I swear I just saw a mosquito the size of an eagle kill an eagle the size of an eagle. This place is crazy!" He makes his way to the bar and leans heavily on it. "Sorry for taking so much space." He says to no one in particular as he indicates his pack and the large shield that was keeping the rain off it. "Haven't found a place to stay yet. Just got here. Good sir, do you have anything colder than the ambient temperature to...well!" Stephen pretends to notice for the first time the people gathering in the pub. "Is your clientele always this...varied?"
”you’ll get used to it Mr…” Turt says as he turns around from his finished ale to address the eagle Knight, but stops to fully soak in the sight of him
”…DEAR GOD MAN YOUR TALLER ZHEN ME!!” exclaimed Turt in surprise. Grimacing at his lisp retuning, he gains his composure again and says ”sorry, I’ve never seen someone your size before, come on, join me and for a nice pint of ale, or wine if that’s what you prefer…on me of course.”
I wish to present here Larandel. He is an elf based on the most deep traditions of his race, but with a reckless and curious personality that has given him experiences that opened him to the human world.Nice presentation, and your non-native English is just fine, it will not harm your chances. Could you tell me more about your son’s actions? What drove him to do what he did?
I had been thinking about Delendir's motivations, and I always thought it was mainly a psychological disorder produced by the pressing racist society around him. But after reflecting over your question, an idea came to my mind. Why the elven society was accepting so easily Larandel to have such a family, and why not to profit that emptiness to create an enemy for Larandel?
Thus, answering your questions, Larandel's enemy understood the struggle inside the young Delendir, then cast a suggestion spell on him while he was defending himself with his grandfather's cold iron dagger and suggested to "Use instead the dagger against the real cause of your problems, the source of the human blood running on you, and finish the problem forever". Delendir's actions where to stab her mother when he was sweetly receiving him at home.
I have added a new paragraph to the background and adjusted another. Here you have the new part so you do not have to search for it:
What Larandel and Delendir ignore is the magic involved in the deed. Larandel was studying hard and demonstrating his value to access the only free high wizardry position as a pupil of Aerethil the Green [GM@ choose the NPC at convenience], the most powerful elven wizard in the Mierani forest. Pressed by the competition and scared by the father's possibilities, Larandel's biggest rival, Maelghor [GM@ choose the NPC at convenience], used a wand of suggestion over the son. It was easy for the magic to take effect in the already confused mind of the young Delendir. When Maelghor suggested him to do so, he suddenly understood the best way to get rid of the impurity of his blood was to end the life of Enthel, her mother. The young half-elf did not remember anything on how the idea got into her mind, and all he could do was to cry holding his grandfather's cold iron dagger smeared into his mothers blood. That definitely barred all the possibilities of Larandel to access the education into high elven wizardry, and no one ever suspected of Maelghor's role in the event.
Ever since Larandel has sought the peace in the wilderness of the forest looking for the Brightness. Rejected to access the career of a wizard, the elf worked hard to defend the forest as a ranger cultivating other of his race's arts, archery. Despite being rejected to access the most relevant elven works, Larandel always kept studying any arcane book that went through his hands. In that fashion almost 60 years passed since he returned, and only now he is starting to recover from the tragic events of his family and turning his sight towards events developing in the world around.
Also, you can find examples of my RP style by checking my other characters, but I can join the ongoing RP conversation if you prefer that.
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this Ryssa is certainly very free with very private details of her life. I wonder if she is really as open as she appears or if it is a mask.
Is good to meet you too, Ryssa. It is the Blot that brings me here. My people want know more about it. Not sure I understand everything you say about yourself. But do you know who might know more about blot?
She looks over at the newcomer but doesn't answer.
interesting. Likes to make an entrance. Smarter than he looks which, admittedly, isn't hard. I wonder why he is deliberately insulting us.
"So, what's he look like? Got any distinguishing marks?"
"Distinguishing marks? Like good grades? How would that help? I guess maybe you could look for him in a library."
Perhilion's eyes open wide with understanding.
"Oh! Physical marks! So you can recognize him when you seem him! Good! Practical place to start. Better than general descriptions of qualities yes? Many people have brown hair, medium build. Fewer with a wart on the chin. Smaller set to sort! I like it."
"Still, there are a lot people in Riddleport. To look at even a small percentage of them would take a good deal of time. So you need to know behaviors, to anticipate locations. Hmm... In a small place you would know most people, or know people who knew them. Likely locations would be a matter of habit. Here, there is no habit, no social web. How do you begin?"
Perhilion goes quiet. Then when the tall man arrives he looks up with seeming alarm.
I swear I just saw a mosquito the size of an eagle kill an eagle the size of an eagle.
"That sounds extraordinarily dangerous! Did you intervene? I don't blame you if you didn't! You should consider reporting the creature. I can't say to who though. Come to think of it you have, just now. Telling us is probably as good as telling anyone. Well done!
sorry, I’ve never seen someone your size before
"Yes Turt his size is unreasonable. No offense! I don't know how he does it. I couldn't maintain all of that. Poor man, you are to be commended on the good grace with which you carry your affliction."
The poor woman emerges from the hot kitchen once again and slops a few plates to the end of the bar. Bartlebe grabs them up smoothly and brings them over to a simple wooden booth near the door. A young couple, not talking much but clearly together, digs in and munches away in silence as they pick the bones from their sandwiches.
”Haven't found a place to stay yet. Just got here. Good sir, do you have anything colder than the ambient temperature to...well!” Stephen pretends to notice for the first time the people gathering in the pub. “Is your clientele always this...varied?”
Bartlebe looks up at the big man, ”No, but there’s a fine ale house down by the docks with cold brew. This is more of a wine pub really.” he looks around the room at all the new people and shakes his head, ”No, this is decidedly not normal.” He lingers wondering if you have an order.
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Archive of Nethys has the best organized list.
Yeah, that’s what I remembered. You may, possibly, learn the formula for one or two of those with role play and luck, but nothing to start. Spells are already juicy enough - I don’t want to make them more powerful with alchemical reagents at this time.
sorry about the serving girls, since this is a bar I had assumed there would be some!
No worries - it’s a totally reasonable assumption. As for role play you’re doing well. When you learned they weren’t servers, you could’ve riffed off that knowledge and tweaked your response rather than ignoring the error. Something like, ”Oh, but they looked so lovely! I guess they must be regulars.” or something along those lines. Use everything about your environment.
My character information should all be in my profile.
I like your background, but want more. :) Any brothers and sisters? Which Quah sent you? Was there some leader in particular that wanted you to go (as opposed to someone else)? Is your father still alive? Also, talk about your familiar a little.
Are you guys all full up? What classes/roles are you missing?
We are not full. Please read the first post, and at least skim for my other posts as I am answering questions and putting forth a tiny bit of plot to work off of for some role play to fill the time. :)
Would I be able to use the benefit of terrain bond within my favored community?
I don’t see why not, but I don’t believe the bonuses would stack. This assumes you pick urban as a favored terrain of course. Also, please link to the PRD, not to rolld20. I’m not a big fan of that site (too many ads among other things), but I do very much appreciate links. :)
…deducting 2 GP from inventory
Keep your coin, we’re just playing.
I’ll add more background and stuff later. Just wanted to get an initial submission in.
Looks good. What’s in there that’s not on my list? Nothing sprang to mind when I looked. Also, pepper a few people in your background maybe, it’s a little cold. Was there a commander you looked up to? A fellow recruit? A lost love?
I have added a new paragraph to the background and adjusted one. Here you have the new part so you do not have to search for it…
Nice tweak, I like it. I’ll look through your other posts if you prefer to leave room for others here. Any campaign in particular you’d like me to peruse?
Everyone
I’m really very pleased with the role play and the backgrounds your all putting together. Thank you so much for a richness that I had hoped for, but didn’t expect. It’s going to be very hard to par down to three… :(
Also, a few of you are dumping strength, which is fine - my shadows stand at the ready. I am not a particular stickler for encumbrance under normal conditions, but we will do a quick check that you can, you know, walk under your loads. :)
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Full submissions so far
Stephen Rogerson
Madge Zolversson
Cataree Butterflys Friend
Perhilion Brightpebble
Garridan Brewmaster
Devon Prissault
Larandel
Turt Snacko
Dimitrio Carini
Ryssa
Incomplete submissions
The Pale King - needs character build
Lief Anemoi - mostly everything
@DM_Euan I need some input/help with ideas to explain why Garridan wound up in Riddleport, I have some but I want to run them by you, if you could give me your input I would appreciate it.
1. Leave it purposefully vague as he can’t remember (thanks to his drunken stupor) exactly how he arrived here. (I personally find this weak, but easy. However, looking at the map it is quite a journey)
2. He took a job on a ship and it left him here because of his drunkenness (I think this isn’t very plausible as most ships that frequent these waters probably would have just thrown him overboard)
3. Same as #2 except it was a caravan (perhaps a little more plausible)
4. (My favorite) Change the city his tavern was located in to Riddleport, and change Lamm out with one of the local crime lords (looking at the wiki it seems like Boss Croat would be a likely candidate, or it could be anyone you suggest). I like this option because it might give you some hooks to use. Or it could be unknown to Garridan who started the fire and he finds out along the way. (if this were the case I might (not sure) ask to change my class from warpriest to Sanctified Slayer Inquisitor from the ACG as it might be more thematically appropriate, mainly for the social/investigative skills/vibe)
I am leaning toward #4
Whatever input you can give me will be greatly appreciated.