This is my official character submission thread for my Kingmaker campaign. I'm looking for 4-5 characters but I will most likely start with around 6 due to attrition. Come up with a concept only please, we will do crunch later. Put the word faith somewhere in your concept. I constantly get screwed with Paizo's dice roller so I will be doing my own rolling with my own physical d6 for your main attributes. I roll 6 numbers, you put them wherever. While it may seem a bit controlling, if you trust me I'm very generous with scores.
-Level 1
-Core Races, Aasimar and Tiefling
-Core Classes, APG and UM
-I'm leery of archetypes but I would be willing to look at your suggestions. If I allow it, only 1 archetype.
-Max gold and HP at 1st level.
-2 traits, 1 campaign and 1 whatever of your choice.
Note: Download and read the Kingmaker Player's Guide. It's free. When you make a character, keep it as real it can be in a fantasy setting. Half-orcs are often misunderstood and distrusted so it's unlikely you would have a half-orc wizard without an awesome backstory to explain it. Not saying you couldn't have a halfling barbarian or dwarf paladin, but make a believable back story WHY and HOW they became that.
Note 2: No Mwangi or anything from thousands of miles away. You're level 1. Put the word power somewhere in your concept.
I will close submissions in 2 weeks or sooner if I get enough responses before then.
Aaaaaand GO!
Downloading the guide as I type....will make something both faithfull and powerfull, just wanna check the Guide before submitting concept.
Edit: After a very quick review of the guide, it seems that my path is clear. I enjoy and thrive playing rangers, and it looks that they are a natural fit to this AP. Therefore, I would like to submit Serris Dral, human ranger, whose father was killed a few years ago in a skirmish with a monster horde containing even giants (OK, it was a small wandering band of giants, but survivors do tend to exaggerate a bit). Serris is hailing from New Stetven in Brevoy, where his family operates a small sawmill. His uncle Burkins and his younger brother Nit are running the business, along with his mother Nitta, and uncle's family.
It would be an understatement to say simply that Serris is very much like his father - adventurous spirit, willingness to travel and explore the world, and very, very much unlike his mother and the rest of the family - calm, business like, family oriented.
Since his father was killed, he has been constantly learning and "training" to fight giants. He only has the slightest experience with giants, seeing two of them in captivity, but he has talked to anyone he could find and done his best to be prepared to fight them. He has already took part in two (admittedly very small) campaigns, but he has fought versus humanoids and survived. When he learned about the Charters, there was no stopping him - with faith in himself and Desna guiding him, this was his chance. He would become powerful enough to became a nightmare for this gigantic humanoids, similar to nightmares he had for the past two years, since the deth of his father.
So - human, ranger, tracker, giant-killer. Probably plain old ranger, since GM said only 1 archetype, although some specific archetypes look very tempting ;-)
When/if I need to do the crunch, and/or provide more information, I am available.
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The power of faith compells you to consider my application.
All kidding aside I'd like to apply with an Aasimar cleric of Pharasma. A young man coming into his power as a shepard for his diety, travelling south to not only to help civilise the south but to also make sure his faith has a place there.
Edit: Looking at your first post, normally I tend to think of concept as a couple of lines of text describing a character but I'm not sure if you're asking for a more complete background/description of the character in mind.
@Mihajlo: If you have a archetype in mind let me know and I will look at it. I said 1 archetype meaning 1 per person.
@Jörmungandr: I would like something in depth in terms of story. Write your submission like you are describing a character in a book.
@Mihajlo: If you have a archetype in mind let me know and I will look at it. I said 1 archetype meaning 1 per person.
@Jörmungandr: I would like something in depth in terms of story. Write your submission like you are describing a character in a book.
For whatever reason, I do not see this guy a "typical ranger" good with animals. He will not hate animals, or anything similar, but for whatever reason he does not posses typical empathy which other rangers have. Point is - I would not like him to have an animal companion. For now, only class I found that is replacing it is Battle Scout, which seems OK. I am not overly excited about the rest of the abilities of battle scout (they are replacing rest of favored enemies, with some hmmmmm, rather fuzzy skills), but still I might go for it.
Edit: Nevermind my comment above, it seems I am still thinking in 3.5 terms. In PF it is obvious that I do not have to choose animal companion at all, so for now I am perfectly OK with "vanilla" ranger.
I have been wanting to play Kenji for Ages!!!
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The 'Origin story covers why he's not in Tian Xia.
I'll read the kingmaker guide and come back.
Andrezi Giovanni is a young and imposing man, his face long and harshly Taldan thanks to his mother’s heritage. As a young boy he was given up to a panthenic church in New Stetven that acted not only as an orphanage but also a school. At the school he met and became fast friends with Orin Medvyed, a scion of the Medvyed family who not only not only became a steadfast companion during his formative years but also taught him of the wild ways of the Grozni Forest. Sadly as the years went by and the boys began to enter adolescents they were drawn apart when Orin returned north to begin training as a squire under one of his father’s bannermen.
As he got older sign of his father’s parentage began to tell, the whites of his eyes becoming darker as the years went by and his iris’ seeming to glow with an inner light, at first frightening the teen. Father Nathan, the leader of the panthenic church, however, consulted some mystics from the city and between them came to the conclusion that his physical changes were the result of angelic parentage.
Influenced by this revelation, Andrezi began to study the path of becoming a cleric at first thinking to try and emulate the panthenic church that had taken him in and giving worship to all of the gods. Over time though he found that the quiet and contemplative devotion of Pharasma attracted something in his spirit and eventually he took the black becoming a true Pharasmin cleric.
Since then he has travelled between a few churches, doing turns of duty as an undertaker and even having watched elder members of his church return the undead to their just respite. Having arrived in Restov a few months ago he has been seeking a way to further the goals of his church while doing something with his life when he heard of the opportunity to join a group of other likeminded individuals in retaking and civilizing a portion of the River Kingdoms.
I would like to Offer up Doctor Ruby Redhat A gnome Cleric of Brigh.
Ruby family hail from both the prime and the 1st world so the old Gnome tails go, He loves to tinker and make thing, always crafted odd and strange things from any bits he can find. Always trying to keep the bleaching at bay hes looks for groups heading out in to the wilder ports of the wilds. Ruby has a Riding dog call Boris who is hisconsument competition who he loves and looks after. Ruby loves red and has a top hat of red he loves to ware. Ruby like to heal other and and so as a TN pc heals with his Channels. Hes domains of Knowledge and Artfice he likes to mend and fix things.
The idea for Ruby is hes inquisitive and helpful and healer for the party, with some marshall skills. Selfless and fearless. A clever little chappy carrying silly things of use.
@Doctor Ruby Redhat: Are you still in the process of writing your submission?
Yes fleshing out now DM just need to check some parts from Gnome book and the riding dog info.
Awesome.
For your consideration
Doctor Ruby Redhat
Back story
Ruby family hail from both the prime and the 1st world so the old Gnome tails go, He loves to tinker and make things, always crafting odd and strange trinkets from any bits an bobs he can find. As a child hes mother sent him to the local Birgh cleric telling Ruby to show him what he had made, from then on he was a member of the Church. Always trying to keep the bleaching at bay he looks for groups heading out in to the stranger ports of the wilds. Ruby has a Riding dog call Boris who is his consument competition who he loves and looks after. Ruby loves red and has a top hat of red he loves to ware. Ruby like to heal other and and so as a TN pc heals with his Channels. Hes domains of Knowledge and Artfice he likes to mend and fix things.
The idea for Ruby is hes inquisitive and helpful and healer for the party, with some marshall skills. Selfless and fearless. A clever little chappy carrying silly things of use.
The rest is in the Ruby Alias DM I do hope you like him, he should be fun.
There's no crunch in the profile, but I submit Gua Zhen for your consideration.
Background
As Gua Zhen entered the small tavern in Pitax, he had a strange sense that he had been there before. He knew, as he'd read many times, that he actually had been. But this was the first time he could remember experiencing it.
Zhen was the bastard son of a Surtovan noble. The noble, in his shame of impregnating a simple farmer's daughter, intended for both her and her newborn child to be removed from Brevoy - permanently. He came to her one night, prepared to kill the both of them. As she slept, he cut her throat. But when he saw his son, he was unable to commit the deed - he looked just like him.
He wrapped him in blankets and made his way to a small, dirty house. He knocked frantically on the door, and after a few moments, the door cracked open and an older Tian woman appeared. Seeing who it was, she allowed him to enter and quickly closed the door behind her. "What kinda trouble you in now, boy?" she asked, eyeing the "package" he carried warily. He hastily made a lie about finding this small child alone in the street and needing to ensure its safety by getting it as far away from here as possible. She shook her head sadly and ripped the bundle from his hands. "This will cost you, boy. Give me that fancy necklace and all the gold you're carrying - I'll ask for 10 times that amount when I return." He hesitated for only a moment before lifting the locket over his head, withdrawing his money pouch and handing both over to the woman.
Over the next several days, the old woman made her way to Pitax where she had arranged for a contact of hers to take the child to Tar Kuata to live and learn from the faithful and powerful monks of Irori there. As she handed the child over, she put the noble's necklace in the child's small pouch of belongings.
As Zhen grew older, he slowly became aware of his origin, thanks to the sporadic letters he received from the old woman. She told him of his father, his mother's fate and how he had ended up in Osirion. In every letter she urged him to stay put and to continue his training. That the time for his return would come. But to remain patient.
That time came in his 24th year. He received news that his elderly guardian had died in her sleep. Seeking guidance from his masters, he decided to leave the monastery to pay his respects.
Two months after receiving word of her death, the tall, bald man, honed muscles rippling beneath his simple clothing, finally returned to where his new life began. His striking green eyes peered around the room, looking for someone who might be helpful.
His knuckles turned white as he gripped the small necklace - the only real token from his past - tightly in his left hand. Approaching the bartender he asks simply, "Sir, is it possible that I might find passage to Port Ice in this village?"
Rithalk Ranson Half Orc Alchemist
Born in Brevory, Rithalk never experienced the discrimination that so often makes a half orc lose faith in society. He still inherited an odd desire for power but seeks to gain that power through wealth. Always seeking the elusive means to turn lead into gold, Rithalk knows that even those discoveries he makes that are not successes can still be useful and help propel to to his goal.
Sorry DM I did a test as 20 point spend, but can change with your rolls and the alter crunch, etc.
Appearance.
Sex - Male
Race - Gnome
Classes - cleric (Brigh)
Alignment - TN.
Age - 105
Hight 3'0"
Wight - 40lb
Hair - Dark Red
Skin - Light red
Eys - Red
In Form - A small Gnome with dark red hair, red skin and ruby red eyes.
He has a fine set of red clothing. He seems to have lots of thing tucked away in his pockets and his riding dogs saddle bags. If you spent some time with Ruby he would not doubt make some thing small for you as a gift.
In Action - Short happy Gnome, always tinkering with things and chatting, he some times seems locked in some project, working day and night to get it done, and then dropping it to start another. Hes always happy to help and always looking into things. Ruby like all forms of magical things, playing and collecting them, the more strange the better. He is always to be found with his riding dog Boris who he spends a grate deal of care to look after
Over the crest of a small hill Ruby came to a stop, from under side pocket he removed a small scroll and his sand clock. "We best find a place to say, Boris rubys riding god looked up at its master with large soulful eyes That town over there looks the place and we may get some work, our funds are low and I know you would like some thing more than cold Rabbit tonight just then as local farmboy came running up. he looked at ruby and smiled. The human boy could not be more the 5 summers old, a harsh life here in the taken lands. Ruby smiled back as the boy gained to courage to pat Boris. It was then that Ruby could see the boy had a bad infection on his foot. Ruby reached into his bags Do you like toys? he ask the now nodding child.
Ruby put the small whistle he had taken out to his lips blow, the sounds of birds came out. Here take it the buy did not move but hes wounder got the better of him and he reached for it, as his hand closed around it, Ruby place his over the boys hold him for a moment, The healing surge passed from Ruby to the child and as it did the wound closed. Off you go, best run home before my dog thinks your dinner The boy ran off making tweeting sounds all the way. Ruby Smiled well we still need some thing to eat old chap The dog and Gnome moved on.
As you see the man standing in front of you, you can almost feel the aura he emanates. Norn Sentor looks like he has seen his share of trouble in the Stolen Lands, but still manages to approach strangers with a quaint and quiet voice. Around his neck and over his armor, he wears a small scarf, emblazoned with the Bow and Arrow of Erastil. Strapped around his back you can see his Longbow, and a quiver of arrows with small blood stains on the underside. This man is defnitely a hunter, but there is more to this man.
Throughout his short life as a Paladin, Norn has tried to do as his faith in Erastil demands. He has helped the men and women in the villages of Silverhall and Grayhaven, and has been traveling around the countryside since his departure from Highdelve. He was born of a Taldan woman, Marie, but taken to Brevoy at a young age. He was brought up by some of the Clerics of Erastil almost as much as by his mother. Norn helped them collect food and water in return for their time spent teaching him about tempering the body and the soul.
Norn is usually composed and simple-minded. But recently he has had a newly awakened sense of adventure. After his mother's recent passing, he has decided to embark on a new journey, knowing that both Brevoy and the many other lands of Golarion hold many opportunities for growth. Growth of mind, growth of character, growth of mettle and growth of power. In the end, Norn knows he needs all these atributes to become a better man, and provide the Stolen Lands with the protection it deserves. Nothing would please Norn more than ensure that his home remains free of the monstrosities that delved there before.
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I know the concept is somewhat simple, but I really feel that is the type of character that I want to play up, see him grow throughout the whole campaign. I'd love to participate on the campaign, this AP has been the most appealing to me for a long time. I am actually torn whether to play him ranged (as it would fit his concept and the region very well) or sword and board in a tank type. If the concept looks good I can decide in the crunch.
I've got an idea for a dwarven monk I'd like to try, and this seems like an appropriate adventure for him. I'll get the details worked out today during lunch and give you an update then.
Anton Tarkys is still a dabbler in arcane magic. He leaved his father's castle to put some leagues between him and his half-brother and make a name of his own.
Where do you fall on the subject of alignments? I'm currently reading my way voraciously through the Harry Dresden books and I find myself drawn to playing a character like Johnny Marcone. An evil character but one who imposes order on an otherwise chaotic world. I think that it could fit the setting well as he seeks to control the criminal underworld from consuming the fledgling kingdom and occasionally doing good by ridding the kingdom of serious threats to his business. Just wondering if that's a concept you'd be willing to entertain?
Okay, here's what I have so far. Firebeard's not going to be your standard, flip/run/spring/parry/hoit monk. He'll throw the metal bits (shuriken) at anything that moves and close for some grappling/punching action. Given decent stats he should be effective at both damage and battlefield control. As for archetypes, I don't know if I'll go with any. but, if I do it will either be Martial Artist or Monk of the Sacred Mountain (with DM approval)
"What's t' tell about me childhood tha' ye really wanna hear? D' ye really wanna hear about me ma an' da gettin' butchered by demons on th' road t' Brunderton? Or mebbe tha' time when I got beat bad by them other kids fer talkin' funny? Mebbe it be amusin' t' ye t' hear th' story of th' weasel an' the barrel? Keep yer wonderin' t' yerself, longshanks. There be only one story in me life tha' truly matters, and tha' be centered around Kols."
"Have ye heard of Kols, longshanks? He's th' Faithful one, Oath-Keeper an' Law-Binder. He's not one fer fightin' battles like his father, Torag, but fer keepin' oaths an' responsibilities. Aye, I know him well-enough, though not in me younger days. Back then I was a merc, sellin' me hammer for gold an' not carin' a whit about the consequences. Me name was Karkarathilandenodontius, but I'd answer to 'dwarf' as well as any other name. Gave up me name and gave up me honor, I had. Aye, an full up to me nose in meself I was; not carin' fer dwarf or family. Didnae have none, ye see; and didnae care to go look up da's family in Greathame. An' I especially didnae care to go back to th' family debt. Da was a merchant, ye see, and when th' demons got him an' ma, it saddled me with all kinds o' debt. Wanted no part o' it, so I ran."
"One day, I was fightin' with th' Red Dragoons, out of Falshire, when me squad got tasked with working with a group o' greensins. Me, a dwarf, workin' alongside greenskins fer pay! Oh, it shames me now, but then it was just who I was. Anyways, on the second night, one o' them gobbos decided to slit a dwarven throat, an' I was too drunk to stop him. As I lay there, drownin' in me own blood, I heared a voice in me head. It were ol' Kols, remindin' me o' me responsibilities and the consequences o' me actions. I vowed t' right th' wrongs and serve him fer eternity in atonement. He tol' me eternity'd have t' wait. He wanted me t' be his mortal champion, servin' as no other dwarf would, his Hands an' Feet in the mortal world."
"When I awoke, the greenskins had moved on, apparently thinkin' I was dead. This scar was thick aroun' me healed throat, and all of me weapons and gear were gone. Across th' clearing, a withered old human woman was sittin' cross-legged, holding herself in th' air by a single finger. What power was holdin' her in the air, I wondered, as she simply watched me. Then, in a husky voice - surprisin' fer such a small woman - she said 'Well met, Firebeard! I am Dirisha. It appears that our Lords got together and planned a cosmic prank. For I am to be your teacher, and you are to learn the way of the Foot and Hand."
"She took me t' her temple, where there were people of all races doin' unnatcheral things. Some were standin' on the points o' spears, while others were climbin' bare walls withou' ropes or pitons. There were even a pair throwin' bits o' metal inta a target dummy. Not a decent warhammer, with heft and power behind it, but thin bits o' metal...and they were throwing about a hunnert at a time! Never seen anythin' like it before, and weren't too sure I wanted any part o' it. But, I had given me life t' Kols, and he had set me on this path."
"Four years I studied there under Dirisha. Four long years. And durin' that time I learned the ways o' the monk. Discipline over mind an' body were th' hardest. An' fightin' empty hand like. 'Ain't natcheral fer a dwarf' I said, but I kept at it. An' Kols revelead the path t' me. T' be Torag's champion meant battle axes an' hammers, roarin' battle and drunken peace. But Kols's champion would be one o' balance. Actions begat consequences. Agreements should be adhered t'. An' th' easist way t' make yerself heard an' noticed is often t' stand out. So, I learned t' throw them bits o' metal, an' break stone with me hands, an' a hunnert other things that no dwarf would want t' know."
"An' now I'm here, though himself's not told me why, though he hinted tha' a new nation needed an example o' responsibility. All I knows fer sure is this: Kols saved me fer service, an' to follow through on promises I made...an' that's what I intend t' do."
In his early 60s, Firebeard is not built like most other dwarfs. Taller than most, and with a lean build, he doesn't resemble the stocky fireplug of a dwarf that most people think of. His hair is bright red, and his long beard is braided in an intricate fashion. His face is smooth, but beneath the beard the wicked-looking scar from a goblin's knife can be seen on his throat. It is difficult to imagine how he could have survived the slash.
Gruff and brash in his youth, Firebeard has a more contemplative nature since Kols revived him and took him as Champion. There is a serenity about him that is unusual for a dwarf, a sense of balance and responsibility foreign to most of his race, though below the surface his dwarvish tendencies lurk, waiting to burst forth. Firebeard, as he is known to all, makes friends easily with all - including greenskins - and strives to show Kols' ideals in all aspects of his life. Unlike many lawful clergy and monks, he doesn't attempt to proselytize, simply show the "rightness" of Kols' ideals through his life and solicitied advice.
Rostlander: Firebeard was trained in th esouth of Brevoy, honing his monk skills in the forests and plains there. That, in combination with the hardy nature of a mountain clan dwarf, grants him a +1 trait bonus on all Fortitude saves.
Grounded: Firebeard's training and mental communion with Kols has made teh dwarf well-grounded in both body and mind. He gains +2 trait bonus on acrobatics checks and a +1 bonus to Reflex saves
I will allow any alignment except CE. HOWEVER, keep in mind your whole party will not be evil. Be prepared to reap the whirlwind should your character step over the bounds set by your party. And you will be a party before you leave Brevoy, so...
Son of a poor branch of House Medvyed, Jonas grew up training for the knighthood. He squired with an older knight , Malorian Lebeda, who was commander of a borderland fort on the border with the Stolen Lands. Jonas served his lord well for many years on the border, where his family's words "Endurance Over All" served him very well. He earned his spurs fighting bandits in the wild, saving his lord's life while in battle. Jonas' love for his country and his faith in the eventual reclamation of the Stolen Lands led him to join the Order of the Lion. Hearing that Swordlords were looking for capable men and women to help settle these lands, Malorian suggested to his former squire that he travel to volunteer for the task. With his stead Maelstrom as his only companion, Jonas traveled across the kingdom to join in this quest.
This is a character I had made for another game that didn't make it. There is crunch in the profile, but I can redo it for new stats.
"More guano, less sulfur," Rithalk Ranson after burning off his eyebrows testing a bomb.
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Submitted for your approval
Drispeera D’Lith-- Elven Sorceress (formerly Apocalypso)
When you meet Drispeera she is on the run from kidnappers. Her silk gown and slippers are torn (in a way that makes it hard to ignore her soft ivory skin and shapely figure), and she has gone for days without food or water. Her blonde curls are strewn with leaves and twigs. Her violet eyes are enormous with desperation. It is clear she is not used to physical hardship.
If someone asks, she will explain between sobs how her caravan was waylaid by(ogres? orcs? bandits?). She is a lesser daughter of a noble elven family of Kyonin. She was being taken to wed an elderly noble of Restov as part of a business arrangement. Her entire bridal trousseau, indeed all of her worldly possessions were taken, and all of her escourts slain. The attackers intended to kill her too, but decided to have a little fun with her first. As they were arguing over which of them would be the first to have her, she managed to escape with only the clothes she was wearing.
If asked if she wants to be taken to Lord "X," her betrothed-- her eyes will widen with even greater fear. She has no desire to be wed to the "old geezer." Maybe this whole tragic turn of events is a blessing in disguise, she thinks. Perhaps now, her family will think she is dead, and she can finally be free to do as she pleases.
Perhaps someone is blunt enough to point out to her that doing as she pleases (primarily shopping) requires money. And if she doesn't have the support of a wealthy husband or family, she will have to work. The word "work" evokes an expression from Drispeera like you'd asked her to eat kobold poo.
If someone asks if she has any working skills, she replies indignantly, "Of course not! Princesses of House D'Lith do not work! It would interfere with the time I needed to practice the High Art of Sorcery!"
From there she decides that as base as it may be to practice her Arts for the benefit of lowly mercenaries and vagabonds, your pungent presence is still preferable to the sack of bones she was supposed to marry. She will endure you and help your cause in return for independence and some money.
As irritating and self-involved as Drispeera may be, she is not without redeeming qualities. Her power as a Sorceress is blossoming. She has faith in herself to a degree that is either courageous or foolhardy. And she is loyal to her friends. Most of all she has faith in Beauty and Merriment. She believes everything in life should be beautiful or fun, and at least a little bit sexy. If not, she will demand that it changes immediately.
Boomer 'ere! If'n ye' 'r gonna be headin' out inta th' Stolen Lands, yer gonna want me along wit' ye. Ah c'n make all kinds o' stuff, an' blow it up jus' as quick. Ah got a knack fer figurin' things out. Yer gonna need me.
Boomer is a human alchemist raised on a dwarven cannonship. He's resourceful, intelligent, and as salty as they come.
He's in the stolen lands as a way to test prototype weapons and carve out a merchant empire, and he plans on having a damn good time doing it.
Full background written out in the character sheet. Numbers will be competed this evening.
May I present Rufus Ynais'son Fitzroi, Knight Errant & servant of the common man.
Traits:
Issian Noble(Inner Sea Primer: Pathfinder Player Companion) 'What little time mother would allow me north at court made it painfully clear you have to keep you wits about you.' (+1 trait bonus on Knowledge(nobility) and Sense Motive checks.)
James Lebeda, Lawful Evil Inquisitor of Asmodeus
James Lebeda is a Brevic noble who spent much of his childhood with extended family in Cheliax due to his father being killed during a duel of honor. His mother took James home to her family in Egorian where James was raised in Chelish tradition.
Early in his teens, James came to realise he had an affinity for making the best out of a situation while still remaining within the confines of the law. He was capable of twisting laws and by-laws to his advantage and was soon recognised by the clergy of the Church of Asmodeus. Inducted into their number, James found that the path of inquisitor best suited him and he was soon hunting out enemies of the faith within Chelish authority.
Less than a month has passed since word of the Restov-backed charters reached Cheliax, and James finds himself on a Hellknight-accompanied wagon for the Brevic states. His mission is clear; clear or subvert the Greenbelt of banditry, establish a power centre and then manoeuvre the fledgling kingdom to become a vassal state of Cheliax. In return, he would be afforded great power and status.
However, James has other ideas. By subverting the banditry and imposing order on them, he could control their criminal actions and establish a new kingdom without the weaknesses in Cheliax. From the chaos, he could form a new kingdom of ink and iron.
I have been wanting to play Kenji for Ages!!!
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The 'Origin story covers why he's not in Tian Xia.I'll read the kingmaker guide and come back.
Still very keen on this but VERY busy with the kids. I'll read the Kingmaker guide but Kenji is pretty much done (his backstory is in his profile).
I'll just have to have Faith that you recognise his great Power and pick him.
The Aldori Swordlords are the foremost masters of the blade in all of Avistan, or so believes Jaime Thelgarvia.
Ever since he was a child, Jaime has dreamed of wielding the blade and testing his mettle against the greatest warriors of the land, proving himself to be their better despite his lack of noble blood. For years he's been petitioning the prestigious Brevic schools to allow him into their vaunted ranks, but his lack of coin or family connections lead to rejection after rejection. One member, Felicia Aldori, became entranced with the young man's passion for Brevoy, the Swordlords and desire to learn the art and within a whirlwind of fiery romance and swordplay over the course of a year, introduced him to the tradition he has so much faith in.
Jaime was living his dream until one of Felicia's students learned of their "arrangement" and she was disgraced for passing on what she was learning to someone not worthy. To save her honour, their relationship ended but she did leave him with a physical reminder of their time together: an Aldori dueling sword. The weapon wasn't in the best of conditions, and was mostly used for training purposes, but Jaime has carried the blade ever since, the tell-tale shape of the scabbard wrapped in furs to avoid unpleasant questions.
When he heard of the expedition into the River Kingdoms, he jumped at the chance. Here he could make a name for himself, here he could gain prestige and glory, power and riches, here he could find a way to be accepted among the Swordlords... and surpass them. Not only would he join the expedition, he vowed, but when he returned victorious, his mastery of the blade would rival even Sirian Aldori himself.
Jaime is brash, passionate and more than a little cocky. While he's no Swordlord, he's a natural with the blade and knows it. He likes to show off his skills and longs to test his training against a living foe in a life or death struggle with him as the (obvious) victor. While this attitude may grate on some, there is no denying his courage, mettle and loyalty to those that accept him. He is a fierce fighter and somewhat of a ladies man, endeavoring to protect, or compete with the "fairer sex" depending on who his attention is on at the time.
Class: Fighter (Aldori Swordlord Archetype) (I figured that if he is an Aldori Swordlord-in-training, and has the Sword Scion trait to back it up, it'd make sense for him to actually follow the fighting style archetype written up by Paizo, if that's cool with you.)
Campaign Trait: Sword Scion
I missed the part about the GM rolling scores. Guess all my math is just placeholder numbers.
I'm actually glad. I wanted Boomer to be hardier than a 20 point buy would allow.
Crossing my fingers I get picked. :)
Below is the fluff for my concept. Borden, a human, archery-focused ranger from the south reaches of Brevoy, not far from the boundary with the Stolen Lands. His faith is in Erastil and in the accuracy of his own skill with the bow. He believes in the power of community and the great strength that lies within tradition.
He will most likely multiclass to Rogue or Inquisitor, depending on what occurs during the course of the game.
Description:
Lean and dexterous, Borden is decked out in supple, studded deer hides and soft soled boots. At his back rests a quiver of red-fletched arrows and a composite longbow is gripped in his left hand. Wrapping his forearm is a worn leather bracer, evidence of his time at practice with the bow. Around his shoulders rests a durable, deep hooded cloak, made to keep the cold winds that push through the southern reaches of Brevoy at bay. A slim, dagger is sheathed at his hip and a hand axe hangs from his opposite hip. A simple leather armband inscribed with a few of Erastil's teachings graces his right arm. His keen, hazel eyes have a seriousness to them, as if constantly on the lookout for something. His brown hair, kept loose, hangs to his upper back and is slightly curly with lighter highlights, a result of spending so much time under the Brevian sun. His overall appearance is of someone who has spent a lot of time on the road. His face is tanned with a beard and moustache two weeks old covering the lower half of his face.
Personality
guide. Fair and just to those who treat him as such, Borden stives to always do what is right.
Background
began to act as a guide, leading people through the wilderness to villages and even cities as far as New Stetven. Still, remembering his responsibility to his home, Borden made sure to visit his family often, giving over a majority of what he earned and keeping only enough to sustain himself. However, that wasn't to say that the young ranger was without. Many times, the groups he guided would be set upon by fierce animals or traveling bandits, and each time Borden used his skills to defend his charges from harm. At times, he would be rewarded for
his efforts with things useful for his job. A firm believer in family, he always strove to do what he could to protect his village that sat so close to the wilds of he Stolen Lands. So when the opportunity came to sign on for an expedition into the Greenbelt, Borden lept at the chance to join, much to the chagrin of his parents. In the young ranger's mind however, exploring and Greenbelt would not only increase the security of his village home, but would also honor his own community and Old Deadeye in the process.
I think so. He wanted both words used in the post.
Ack and I missed the power one! I should have been more careful when I saw the first one.
Ours is not to question why, ours is but to roll the die.
I offer up Xerrell my Half-elf inquistor(infiltrator) of Calistra, ignore the stats filled in but it will give you an idea how he will be made.
Sooo... At first I wanted to submit a different concept, but after realizing it would have been uncannily similar to another poster's submission, I decided to create a new one. And now, finally, I got my concept together and fleshed out enough to be content with it.
I submit Mornaura, half-elven witch of the woodlands.
Having spent most of her life in southern Brevoy, on the outskirts of small villages and the wilderness between them, Mornaura had never really given much thought to politics on a scale larger than "do people in that village like us or should we avoid it?", and even that question was left to answer for her mother, a witch by the name of Anann, who travelled southern Brevoy to make a living by selling her goods and services – mainly potions, herbal products or medical aid – to the villagers. She had always thought it was the same for her, until some weeks ago, when she was told that the coven had finally decided to test her.
Mornaura didn't know much about that coven, only that her mother left her alone in the hut in the forest from time to time, supposedly to trade with other witches and partake in rituals, but what exactly they did at these occasions had always been left in the dark.
Given, Mornaura had never really been alone, despite being an only child and never having met her father, in fact not knowing anything about him. Sure enough, her mother had always interdicted leaving the hut or using any magical power, leaving her with not much to do legally besides studying tomes and trying to commune with her patron, and even then she'd still have her familiar as company. But of course that didn't keep her from doing anything, strolling through the woodlands, playing with animals and magic items, trying out the first spells she had managed to cast, for at least two days, as her mother always stayed away for three days. Nevertheless, she would rather have been allowed to accompany her mother and find out what this whole coven thing was about for herself.
And now this coven had decided to test her, to send her on a mission, to join one of the groups that were to be sent out to conquer the Stolen Lands, without ever having spoken to her first, and she didn't know what to think about it. What her mother thought about it was clear, as she told her that it was the will of the coven that she had to follow if she wanted to be acknowledged as a witch by them (as if she'd need that), that peace of the entire area was at bay and things could end up like they were in Galt (as if she'd care), and that a new kingdom could be established, probably even one with a more favourable approach to witches and other spellcasters (which finally started to fire her imagination).
Irrespective of the coven and her mother, the idea of a new kingdom, in which she could probably take on an important role, never having to physically work again, and equally important, never being looked down upon again, intrigued her, so she agreed. Her mother was a bit surprised by that sudden gain self-confidence, but of course didn't object, and so, some days later, Mornaura found herself on her way to one of the meeting points for adventurers interested in following Rostland's call, wondering about herself.
Having experienced how much effort it took her mother to make a living by selling goods and services to the villagefolks that always looked down upon them, their lack of appreciation for helping them get their hands on arcane wonders, and the deviousness of those very people, who could switch back and forth between begging her for free help and blaming her kind for whatever went wrong in their life in a day's length, made her somewhat wary. She has acquired a "survival of the fittest"-mentality, with "fit" meaning "best prepared for and able to attune to any given situation", caring only for people who are important to her some way or another. Her mother also made Mornaura learn how to survive on her own instead of waisting faith in the good will of others, but as she always felt that life in the woods entailed enough hardships to not bother with more physical work than neccessary, it led to her becoming rather creative in terms of solving problems by means of magic. Somewhat lately, she found out that now that she's in full bloom, it can sometimes be easier to cajole other people into doing things for her instead of tackling them all by herself, but to do so she has to understand the complicated social customs which she had always thought to be a waste of time, but she still lacks confidence to routinely make use of her new-found knowledge. Her mind works a lot quicker when the topic isn't a social one, and even though she isn't entirely used to articulating her thoughts for others, she tries hard not to sound snarky. If she manages to do so, her rather dark voice can be surprisingly pleasant.
She is smart enough to know that working with this new-found group to establish a realm in the borderlands is a great opportunity not only for the reasons her mother told her, but also for herself, so she might even go out of her way in a situation where it suits the goal of the entire group.
As her shoulder-length black hair, which has a slightly reddish sheen in the right lighting, is always worn in a messy bun style, it accentuates her finely chiseled facial features and the pointed ears that give away the half-elven heritage of the young woman. Mornaura could probably be reasonably attractive, if it weren't for the aura of aloofness and refusal, perhaps even arrogance around her. Mainly caused by her lack of experience with and deeper understanding for social interaction, she is mostly frowning or smirking to hide her uncertainty in this terrain, and the curious glances of her large, seemingly glowing amber eyes can easily be deemed as distrustful glares.
Her lean, svelte body is usually clad in tight, grey-brown breeches made of wool and buckskin, matching tunic and knee-long kilt. The latter are reinforced with sturdy, hard leather pieces in some places, but only to follow and emphasize the flowing curves of her shape, and not nearly enough to provide noteworthy protection. To brace herself against the cold wind, she also wears a crude looking, but practical and most importantly fluffy rabbit fur-lined tube-scarf – at second glance, it might in fact be a hood, but she rarely seems to use it as such –, matching bracers and a rugged, dark-green cloak – that is often similarly misused by folding it in half and wearing it as a wide wrap-around skirt instead. Her outfit is completed by sturdy boots, a gnarled branch of a willow that she uses as quarterstaff and walking-stick, a small backpack, various belt pouches and a leather-sheath apparently holding a sickle and some knives or daggers.
Trait 1: either Pioneer or Rostlander
Trait 2: either Poverty-Stricken or Devotee of the Green
Familiar: probably Owl, Hawk or Raven
Patron: probably Deception, Shadow or Spirits
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Hi would like to play in your Kingmaker campaign.
Chatacter’s name: Elros the Second, Son of Godfrey
In short, Elros is going to be a Wizard specialise in the arcane school of Conjuration, Infernal Binder,. He’s going to be mainly supporting, aiming to do some battlefield control, some enemies debuffing and ally buffing, and extremely minor blasting. He’s faithful to his companion/party and believes that he should be valued as important as much as he values his party. He hopes that people acknowledge that he’s a useful member of the party, despite not doing any damage during combat. He dislikes people that brag about how powerful they are and during combat, he would avoid buffing the “powerful” person just to get back at the person.
I would give more detail, such as the trait etc. when I know I have a place in your campaign.
Elros’ mother was pregnant with Elros when she first met Aldrich. Her husband then was beaten to death by a gang of Tiefling loan shark and she would probably be next if it wasn’t for Elros’ father coming to the rescue, apparently they failed to pay off the loan, and she would be no good to them considered she’s pregnant, so the best option they could think of was to kill them. Luckily Elros’ mother was saved by Aldrich, or a child prodigy would not be born.
Elros never gets to know his mother, as she died shortly after giving birth to him. Before she died however, she named her son Elros II after his biological father Elros. Despite not being related by blood, Aldrich raised Elros as his own son. Elros was taught the art of Conjuration, since he’s a child, however a child of Elf, a Young adult to Human. So when I say he graduated in the Egorian Academy of the Magical Arts at a young age, Elros is only 69 years of age.
Being a Human his father died 10 years later at the age of 106, most would say he lived a happy life and a painless death, but some say he’s fairly short lived for a wizard. Regardless, to Elros he’s the best a child could ask from a father. However with his father’s death, Aldrich’s grandson finally manages to kick Elros out of the House, and with the exact word: “Get out of our property, you stupid Elf! Our grandpa is dead and don’t think for a second that you would inherit any will, you’re just an adopted bastard.”
Just like that Elros was kicked out and assume a life of adventure.
I would also like to offer my services.
Sir Lucian du Lac, Acolyte of the swordlords and Paladin of Erastil.
Sir Lucian is the son of one of Brevoys lost Nobility, raised by a friend and battlebrother of his father. Now on a quest to regain his lost familyname and asked the swordlords to champion his application to the group of adventurers on the track south.
Yes my little duckies there is more to your application then simply making a character. Beware the Jabberwock.
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!, but as long as its not the Jubjub bird evil things Them, Im getting that Jack Vance Feeling,
Just wanted to say...
There are some really interesting concepts in this thread, with vastly differing motivations and goals in some cases, which will surely provide great roleplaying hooks.
Even if I don't get picked, I'll probably lurk around anyway, just to see how the PCs get to know each other's goals, how they get along and eventually come up with a compromise plan for what to do with the kingdom.
Was thinking the same thing Cyberwolf, some of the concepts are great!
Yes my little duckies there is more to your application then simply making a character. Beware the Jabberwock.
mmmmm vorpal swords?