Delara has a full backstory now, and her stats/description have been updated to reflect her new story.
Does anything else need to be changed before approval?
Delara seems a little short of gear. What is she going to eat and drink? Shinrin can cook for her, but Delara will have to do the hunting. Backpack? Rope? Potion of Cure Light Wounds?
What about Dragon Style?
Oh nothing. Just a variation of Gangnam Sytle since Delara practices Dragon Style.
Ha! That literally made me laugh out loud. O Pan Dragon Style. Excellent.
Regarding her gear: Did you read her backstory? She hasn't really thought that far ahead yet. In fact, her next "plan" after failing to drink herself to death was to turn herself in, which is also essentially suicide.
She'll get around to buying stuff, but she's never really been out on her own like this before. If you asked her why she didn't have rope she'd likely respond,
"Rope? I'm supposed to have rope? What would I do with it?"
Also, I'll stop switching between Delara and WK. From here on out, it's Delara all the way.
Delara has a full backstory now, and her stats/description have been updated to reflect her new story.
Does anything else need to be changed before approval?
Delara is Approved. Note that claws are different from unarmed attacks, so you wouldn't get 1.5x Strength on a claw attack. (The Dragon Style feat gets you plenty more without you using your claws, anyway...)
Oh, and you actually start with max gold, so you don't have to roll.
Ah, thanks for catching those. Changes made.Ketomir is now completed and awaiting review.Ketomir: You don't get your WIS bonus to initiative yet; wait for 2nd level. You're also missing your Human bonus skill rank, unless you've taken an alternate racial quality, which isn't spelled out. You're also missing languages.
Ketomir is Approved.
Korrum Here, half-orc storm druid, ready to bring his homeland back to life and figure out what went wrong.
Korrum is pretty laid back for a half-orc. he finds food when he's hungry, talks when he has something to say, and likes to be outside when it's storming. He'll get along with anyone until they pick a fight; after he's done bloodying them and they call it quits, he's just as likely to help them to their feet.
Korrum is Approved.
Everything should be up to date now. If I pick up more than half a pound I'm at a medium load lol. Would you like me to reformat Ashtari? It won't be any trouble.
Reformatting might be in order. It looks like you still have 3 skill ranks to spend. Format the sheet so that you're focusing on what you're choosing, and it will look a lot better.
DM Wrong here. This is a character format that I use, and it works well for me.
Krissina submitted, not done gear yet, and need to do another run through the stats etc, but should be essentially done.
Human Oracle (Fire/Haunted)
Krissina is Approved. An interesting background!
Hi. I am not quite done yet, but here is what I have so far for so as not to surprise you at the last minute.
Born of the Chitterwood and exiled to its outer reaches since the great fire that destroyed her once beautiful forest, Shinrin Fukushu as she has come to be known, or "Shin" for short, has been working as cook at The Drunken Silkworm for many a year now. This she-elf's black almond-shaped eyes and nearly fey facial features are alluring and disturbing in equal measure. Although she seems pleasant enough to deal with, and the food she serves is as nutritious and delicious as any you've tasted in your travels, years of anger and hatred over what was done to her - no wait, to the forest - simmer just beneath the surface. Shin is a vessel containing the forest spirit's thirst for vengeance. Yet she is also filled with the hope of bringing the Chitterwood back to life.
Shinrin "Shin" Fukushu ("Forest Vengeance")
Race: Elf
Class: Witch 1, Hexes: Prehensile Hair (Su), Cauldron* (Ex), Patron: Vengeance, Familiar: HedgehogStr: 10 = 10
Dex: 16 = 14 +2(Elf)
Con: 10 = 12 -2(Elf)
Int: 19 = 17 +2(Elf)
Wis: 10 = 10
Cha: 10 = 10Elf Traits: standard
Equipment Trait: Rough and Ready
Social Trait: Life of ToilFeats:
Extra HexSkills:
Craft (alchemy): +12 = 1(rank) +4(Int) +3(class skill) +4(insight)
Intimidate: +4 = 1(rank) +0(Cha) +3(class skill)
Knowledge (nature): +8 = 1(rank) +4(Int) +3(class skill)
Profession (cook): +4 = 1(rank) +0(Wis) +3(class skill)
Spellcraft: +8 = 1(rank) +4(Int) +3(class skill)
Use Magic Device: +4 = 1(rank) +0(Cha) +3(class skill)
Shinrin is Approved. Could you put Quills under his/her own area, please? Not hidden under Magic?
And that's everybody! Ashtari, work on those skills, then you should be able to be approved as well.
I'll work on things and set up Phase 2 tomorrow.
Broken down and changed to your preferred formatting. Tell me if I missed anything.
Broken down and changed to your preferred formatting. Tell me if I missed anything.
It all looks good, but you receive six skill ranks, not just 3, and I'd like to see a statblock for your familiar (it can just be a standard monster statblock).
Broken down and changed to your preferred formatting. Tell me if I missed anything.It all looks good, but you receive six skill ranks, not just 3, and I'd like to see a statblock for your familiar (it can just be a standard monster statblock).
Would you like me to break down knowledges explicitly? Since they are all very closely related and have the exact same modifiers I clumped all of them together.
Fox familiar with appropriate familiar adjustments now at the bottom of Ashtari's sheet.
Broken down and changed to your preferred formatting. Tell me if I missed anything.It all looks good, but you receive six skill ranks, not just 3, and I'd like to see a statblock for your familiar (it can just be a standard monster statblock).Would you like me to break down knowledges explicitly? Since they are all very closely related and have the exact same modifiers I clumped all of them together.
Fox familiar with appropriate familiar adjustments now at the bottom of Ashtari's sheet.
Yes, split out the knowledges, please.
And with that, Ashtari is Approved!
Woohoo! Looking forward to stage 2!
Here's the list ready for Phase 2:
Thorgrund Bronsson, Dwarf Skirmisher (Torillan)
Tamis Thimble, Gnome Druid (blondebandit)
Ivan Merlovitch, Human Scout (Chris Parker)
Daisy Honeywick, Halfling Paladin (Sheph)
Delara Shadowpaw, Catfolk Unarmed Fighter (Witch's Knight)
Ketomir Sandargaard, Human Inquisitor (Oceanshieldwolf)
Samwise Zithembe, Catfolk Brawler (PhilOfCalth)
Korrum, Half-Orc Storm Druid (Daynen)
Ashtari, Samsaran Diviner (CampinCarl9127)
Krissina, Human Flame Oracle (spinningdice)
Shinrin Fukushu, Elf Witch (Sean Weasley)
And, a few NPCs...
Tiago, Local regular down on his luck
Kirsi, Waitress, maid, general laborer
Brathan, Barkeep and proprietor
Malachi Drakna, Merchant passing through
Crecimi De Bosques, the half-elf with a plan.
And... Begin Phase 2.
A half-elf, with pale skin and heavily slanted dark eyes, clad in a green tunic over leather, scimitar by her side, walks in and proclaims, "My name is Crecimi De Bosques, and I have been tasked with the regrowth of the Chitterwood. I am looking for those who would be interested in helping."
Tiago looked up, an odd sense of purpose flashing across his face. Tiago was a broken human, gaunt and scraggly, his nose broken in at least two places. He grunted and retorted, "You know why we burned it in the first place, don't you?"
Brathan sighed. Well on in years, his form looked flabby, the dreary look of a man who once was fat, but could not be any longer. He shook his head from behind the counter and replied, "We lost more than just some goblin hideouts. You aren't the only person the dread cost of war touched, Tiago."
Spurred to action, Kirsi quickly strode across the room to place a new mug down by Tiago. She was tall, meaty, young, fit, with a body built for a life of hard labor. "The wars were a long time ago. You old people have your thoughts on ancient history. All I know is that that "lovely forest" has been naught but a spooky source of charcoal for as long as I can remember."
Malachi stayed silent during this exchange. He was a stranger, merely passing through. He sipped his water as his fingers, clad in sleeve-long white gloves, started rhythmically tapping the table before him.
Ashtari had been sitting in the corner with a drink and a book when the half-elf began speaking. She slips her bookmark between the pages and closes the book, listening to the others react to the sudden proposal. She narrows her eyes at Tiago. "Brathan speaks the truth. My home burned that day and my friends were lost to me. The destruction of the Chitterwood was not a well though out act." She turns her attention to Crecimi, taking on a lighter tone. "I would help in your task, but I must ask. Who is it who tasked you, and why?"
Not yet, the parties are still being chosen. Not sure how many I can handle yet.
Delara sat quietly, studying the elf woman from behind a mug of ale. She said nothing, but watched the exchange intently, ears perked forward with interest.
When the half-elf spoke, Daisy was preoccupied with her reflection in a small mirror that she was holding. Her pointed ears twitched to hone in on the conversation that had everybody's attention. After stealing a quick glance at the meal in front of her, she shifted her gaze toward each speaker in turn, trying to make a quick and fair judgement from first impressions only. "I don't know how you plan to regrow a whole forest, but I would also be willing to assist you with the job if I am able."
From her seat Daisy peered around at others who seemed interested in helping, giving a small smile toward any who met her gaze. Then she took the first mouthful of her meal, seemingly deep in thought as the event continued to unfold.
Krissina looks up from the drink she'd been nursing for the last hour, perhaps this was just the opportunity she'd been waiting for...
"I don't know if I can help, my talents lie not in regrowth, but I will help however I can."
Krissina looks nervously at the half-elf, a slight blush forming on her cheeks.
A small gnome peers over the large table in front of her. "Brathan we all know your tale well, and none of us will ever forget the horrors of the war. But what good did burning the forest do for us Tiago? The goblin's still rule my homeland, and we still sit here, cowering in fear of an enemy that we had thought the desecration of the Chitterwoods would have beaten.
Tamis rounds the table to get a better look at the new patron, her green eyes poking out through the bramble of forest green hair covering her head. "So what are your plans for the Chitterwood? You are not the first to propose a solution for the Chitterwood, and look outside... None have succeeded yet."
"Bah...it wasn't that long ago, Kirsi. I should know...I was there"says the grizzled dwarf staring into a mug of ale way beyond room temperature.
He looks up, scanning those in the room. "You'll need a guide, anyway. Someone who knows some of the less travelled paths. Besides, my axe is thirsty again for goblin blood. Sure, count me in."
In spite of herself, Delara sets down her mug and leans forward.
"Alright then, tell us the grand plan. How do you intend for this band of yours to regrow a forest over ten years dead and still dripping with goblins? And whose idea was it to give the goblins back their greatest advantage after a war that we very nearly lost?"
Suddenly self-conscious, she huddles back in her chair slightly and glances around the room before continuing more quietly.
"I don't mind joining a hopeless cause, but I'd at least like to know that it won't end up costing more blood from the sons of Isger."
Having finished making several pies, Shinrin set them to baking. She wiped her hands on her apron, stirred the hunter's stew in the pot, then took a basket of biscuits out to Kirsi in the common room. She was about to hand them over to Kirsi when Crecimi De Bosques made her proposal. Shinrin shrieked gleefully waving the basket carelessly through the air exclaiming, "Yes! I want to regrow the Chitterwood! I.. Oh, take me with you!!! Please?! I'll cook for you." She looked sheepishly at Brathan, realizing too late that she probably should have said that out of his earshot, then shrugged when she decided that she really did not care what he thought. She did so miss her home!
Shinrin frowned at the rude, sylvan-phobic tone of Tiago's question, but then smiled at Kirsi's response. She walked over to them and chastised the old man saying, "Tiago, I told you before not to disrespect the forest. Do you want me to break your nose again?" An instant later her demeanor softened and her voice changed from bitter to sickeningly sweet as she handed the old man a biscuit. "Biscuit? They're fresh-baked."
Ketomir watched the path for a long time. The rugged bandits had moved on, not noticing him in his hide beyond the greensward. The blackened trees rose in sharp counterpoint to the scraggly shrubbery and bushes that now constituted much of the regrowth. No goblins this close to the inn, but the bandits plied their trade here.
Likely an ecology of sorts. The goblins keep to the 'Wood, the bandits to the edges. Craven on both sides...
Ketomir waits a good turn longer to ensure the wild men have passed before gathering his belongings and heading back to the inn.
Noticing the numerous horses and signs of many customers, Ketomir smiles to himself. Good to see the old place bustling again. He hadn't seen it this busy since that time his father brought him in his "good" doublet and trews for minced pies. A lifetime ago.
He enters, shrugging off his dustcover and hanging t on a peg. He smiles to the baker Shinrin and Brathan and claps Tiago good naturedly on the back. A mixed lot tonight, and not all of them human. He has encountered creatures such as these before, and considers them just as exotic as Shinrin. "A heart is a heart" his mother would say, to which his father would always reply: "They all bleed out the same..." before dodging his mother's ire with a grin.
When the half-elf with the scimitar speaks his plan, Ketomir closes his eyes. At Ashtari's comment he winces, having lost his own familial homestead the same way. He turns and takes the measure of Crecimi, who appears to be on the level.
Well and good. A return and resurgence. Sarenrae's will.
"Ketomir Sandargaard. I grew up on the edge of the 'Wood, and lost my holding to its conflagration. My blade and heart are yours." Ketomir bows low, his own scimitar hangin at his back thus displayed.
The Drunken Silkworm had been uneventful of late, and little had changed since Korrum's return to the woods. Goblins still roamed the lands, people still argued about the good or ill of Chitterwood's sacrifice, and the winds still smelled of naught but ash. At least the drink hadn't run stale in recent years.
So it was to his pleasant surprise that a stranger, one with pointed ears no less, had boldly stepped in and proclaimed such an arduous undertaking as the regrowth of the entire forest. At least, that's what he hoped she meant. All the discussion over goblins and war just made him sigh with exasperation as he rose from his seat and stood before the outspoken newcomer, measuring his words through elongated tusks and a piercing gaze.
"Wars are for fools. I want my woods back. I will help."
"Yes, I'd be interested in knowing your plans as well. I'm all for regrowing the local forest, but I'd like to know up front that there's a solid plan in place," Ivan says over a mug of mead. "I've never been in a war, but I'd imagine that like so many things, there's always a good reason for it - in one man's mind or another at least. I've mostly earned my keep by trapping, and I've picked up many a useful skill over the years. Give me a good plan, and I'd be happy to aid you."
Samwise listened to the exchange of the patrons from his place at the end of the bar. Tiago's words were bitter and fueled by alcohol. The man's only saving grace was that he was also a coward.
In truth Samwise was interested in the proposal of the elf, much like many of the other patrons, but enough questions had been asked of her already and Samwise had a loyalty to the inn. Waiting for the Innkeeper to pass him, Samwise leaned in to the older man and asked in a low tone
"What do you think of all this Brathan?"
Shinrin navigated her way gingerly through the crowded tavern offering biscuits to the all and sundry before settling down next to Delara. She smiled at her feline guest and said, ”Hello, dearie. I hope you don’t mind if I join you. Would you care for a biscuit?” Shinrin started nibbling one of her own and listened with rapt attention for Crecimi’s answers to various questions, especially to those posed by Delara, Ashtari and Tamis.
A lot of helpful people in tonight, maybe I should just leave it by - how could I help anyway, I only burn things,not grow them... Krissina chews on her bottom lip a moment, before speaking out loud, “No, I can help, I need this, my parents died in the war. Everything in touch turns to ash, let me help so I can make something right. realising she spoke for louder than intended and people are looking at her, Krissina's blush spreads and burns brighter until people start to wonder if she's going to burst into flame herself.
Delara opens her mouth to protest the invasion of her table, then closes it and looks down at the plate of biscuits.
"Um . . . Thank you. I'd love one."
She picks up a biscuit and begins to nibble on it, watching the elf out of the corner of her eye.
"I've been meaning to send my compliments to the chef since I had the stew last night. It was very good. So . . . erm . . . my compliments to you, I suppose. "
Unsure what else to say, she looks back to the common room and takes a hurried bite of her biscuit.
Ashtari looks at Ketomir, sympathizing with him. That ill-brought destruction touched us all.
Shinrin blushed ever so slightly. She glanced at Delara out of the corner of her eyes while keeping her focus on Crecimi. "It is kind of you to say so," she replied. "My name is Shinrin. What is yours?"
"Oh, do not think this is just something that one person has decided on a lark," Crecimi responds. "I am here representing the Green Faith. We have contemplated this and other questions at the Moot of Ages, and have decided that the Chitterwood must grow again. It is the Will of the World."
Tiago snorts. Crecimi continues, "I have been tasked to oversee the Chitterwood's rebirth. There will be other druids passing through Isger, and they will be the ones working to replant trees and care for the repopulation of the actual plants and animals. What I am looking to do now and today, is assemble a team of agents who will assist in special projects."
"Special projects? Tiago blurts, "You mean killing goblins. Still plenty of those to go around. They aren't all dead, you know. Some of them survived by hiding in caves all over the Chitterwood. They've had the past decade to regain their strength. Buggers grow up fast, let me tell you."
Crecimi shakes her head. "Certainly the goblins are an ongoing concern. It's not going to be easy work for our druids if they need to worry about raiders. But there's more, too. Stewardship of exotic species. The Gillamoor Plague..."
"Renewal of traditional industries?" Brathan adds, hastily.
"If you're talking about the silk trade, then yes, that, too. There are ways to sustainably harvest the silkworm, and so starting up the silk trade would be most welcome."
Malachi rose upon hearing this. "Crecimi De Bosques, you have convinced me. I would be more than willing to assist with the operation. I have connections, and should be able to bring needed funding to this project."
"Guess it's decided then, Tiago," Kirsi adds, "You're the only one here afraid of a few new trees."
Ashtari grabs her drink, moving over to where Ketomir is sitting. She coughs lightly to get his attention, making eye contact with her white, pupil-less eyes. "I was not aware of humans living in the forest outside of the realm of the druids. Would you tell me what you know of the Chitterwood?" She smiles softly, blue lips curling slightly.
Krissina's face scowls at the mention of goblins, "Even if it were a fools errand, I'd volunteer, but it's good to know you have a plan - just tell me what to do."
A Samsaran! Never had the pleasure of meeting one before, though they were not unknown in Andoran
Ketomir smiles a greeting, his eyes creasing slightly at the edges.
"Alas, what I did know of the Chitterwood is charcoal and ash now." Ket stares into the middle distance, the flickering flames of the tavern's communal hearth sharp counterpoint to his internal reminiscence.
"What little I care to remember without pangs of sadness can be most simply be expressed thus - it was my education, playground and foundation. And its destruction claimed both my parents. [Sigh] As a Samsaran, perhaps the notion of renewal is not unfamiliar to you. Perhaps together we might help initiate regrowth, so future generations can love what I have lost." Ket is unfailingly, brutally honest. His familiarity surprises even himself, as if the Samsaran has glamoured him. He looks away self consciously, and stammers...
"Forgive me. I... I'm sorry. I have not even asked you your name." - this last phrased as a question...
"Chitterwood isn't the only place with large numbers of goblins," Ivan points out to Tiago. "And maybe we will have to cull them, but that's no good reason to leave the Chitterwood as it is."
Ivan takes a deep drink of his mead, and sighs. "Besides, no village grows prosperous in isolation, and without the silk trade, there's very little reason to come here."
Daisy felt a little more empathetic than usual today, letting the sad stories of the other patrons stab at her heart while finishing her meal. But sadness was not all that there was. No, there was hope as well, and she felt it. It is the Will of the World.
She slid her now empty bowl forward toward the center of her table, grabbed her burdens once again and used the empty bowl as an excuse to get closer to the action. She walked up to the other people, placing the empty bowl in front of Brathan. "Thank-you, sir," she nodded. Then she joined in the conversation from a much more personal distance. "I can feel the hope rising in this room, and so I feel honor-bound to see this task through. The name's Daisy Honeywick. If it be Erastil's Will as well as the Will of the World, then let me be his hand for your cause," she announced from her humble height of three feet. You get the feeling that her last sentence was directed more toward her deity than toward the people surrounding her.
After proclaiming her faith within just a few short minutes of conversation with complete strangers, she felt a bit too pious for her own liking, and decided to get more personal. She looked around for someone to get to know. Of course the first person to catch her eye was Samwise, so she approached him with an outstretched hand and a simple, excited, "Hello!"
Delara begins her response to Shin automatically, as if responding by rote.
"I am Delara, daughter of-"
She cuts off abruptly, glancing around to see if anyone else was listening.
"Daughter of, um, nobody important."
She takes a long drink of her ale, then adds.
"And, actually, nobody calls me Delara. They call me, I mean my friends call me, uh, Scratch. So please, call me Scratch."
She lifts her mug for another pull of ale, only to realize that she's already drained it.
"Drat. Anyway, enough about me. Your name is . . ."
She casts about in her mind for the name that she's heard the barkeep shout when anyone ordered food.
"It's Shin, right?"
Ashtari smiles, impressed at the mans knowledge. "Yes, renewal is a beautiful process and I believe I should be able to help with that. My name is Ashtari, and I have no house name." Shesits down next to Ketomir, nursing her drink. It's curious to watch her drink since some of the liquid seems to discolor and swirl her flesh as it passes. "A man that cares so much about the woods would be well suited to help rebuild them. I'm glad there are still humans in this world that can see beyond the advance of their civilizations and appreciate the beauty of the world as it it."
Korrum bares a tusky grin, almost mistakable for a predatory gaze despite his earnest satisfaction.
"New druids, new beasts, new trees, and new hunting? Good. Chitterwood is not just for goblins. If they fight for it, so will I."
Before the fire, Korrum had never held much grudge for the goblins, and they'd mostly left him alone. Since the cinders had cooled, however, he'd started to wonder if the goblins were the real reason. They were typically known as pyromaniacs, after all. If they were, then they'd be removed for the forest's sake. Still, even after all these years, something didn't feel quite right about the whole situation. There was a bigger puzzle here, and although he couldn't begin to piece it together, something still didn't sit right with him, and this was his opportunity to get answers.