Female Human Rose: Arcane Assassin | HP 29/32 | Init +4 | AC: 16 (Tch 14, Fl 12) | F: 2 R: 8 W: 1 | Perc +7. SM: +4 | Active conditions: None |
A shame, and here I thought you'd prefer a life in the sun than in the underground. Not that there will be any life left for you when you're buried six feet deep. Now stop f@+&ing with me before I loste my patience. Can there be peace for all our sakes?
Male Tiefling Investigator (Empiricist) 4 | HP: 34/40 | AC: 18 (14 Tch 14 Ff, +1 Dodge vs Traps) | CMD: 18 | F: 3, R: 8 (+1 vs Traps), W: 4 (+2 vs Illusions) | Init: +6 | Perc: +11 (13 vs Traps), SM: +11 | Inspiration: 3/6
Perhaps they will, though if we can help it, I would prefer not to have to resort to such barbaric means. Lershoths tail twitches in disgust.
Still, I suppose that will depend on what our friends here have to say, or not say as it might be.
Lershoth gives them a cruel smile. Before moving up to Rose to whisper in her ear.
Rose:
One way or another, I think it would be best to not take them any further inside than necessary. If one of them were to escape, best not to give them too much information. They might also unsettle people.
Female Human Rose: Arcane Assassin | HP 29/32 | Init +4 | AC: 16 (Tch 14, Fl 12) | F: 2 R: 8 W: 1 | Perc +7. SM: +4 | Active conditions: None |
Agreed. Whatever happens happens out here. You realize we live like 30 feet from here in a cave that originally held hundreds right? Also TTT, did we get any BP yesterday?
Male Fetchling (Kayal) Sorcerer Level 5, HP: 33/33, Init: +2, Fort+2 (+2 vs. Poison/Sleep) /Ref +3/Will+4, Bab.+2, CMD:15,
While the others discuss what to do with the Orcs, Jalel steps around to the side. "I agree with Lershoth, no reason to resort to barbaric measures yet."
He then casts a spell on the Orc, his eyes flashing yellow.
Alright, now I can use my magic effectively. Charm Person, Dc. 15 will save.
"Come now friend, tell me, how close is your chief?"
The orc gives Jalel a friendlier look (For an orc at least)
than the others.
"I'll tell you. Your not like the others." He lowers his voice as he continues, "But don't tell the others. The chief is in the mountains over there" He points North. Jalal can see large snowcapped mountains at least 25 miles away. "There is a cave that leads to our tribe."
Tal's cat eyes grow wide as he sees the magic Jalel utilizes.
He whispers to Rose, More effective than the blade. Let's learn what we can. If they find out about us know, while we are weak, it will come to war, and we will probably not win. They probably will outnumber us.
I have a plan though that I think will buy us some time...
Female Human Rose: Arcane Assassin | HP 29/32 | Init +4 | AC: 16 (Tch 14, Fl 12) | F: 2 R: 8 W: 1 | Perc +7. SM: +4 | Active conditions: None |
Rose nods. I'm thinking we either build a fort or wall, perhaps Jalel might even have an illusion that can hide our cave while we prepare. Come, let us speak of your plan away from their ears. Rose begins to walk away from the bulk of the party.
Polmar considers the problem.
"I could probably stitch together some sandbags for us to stack up? If we get the other villagers smashing rocks to fill up the bags we could have a wall up to snipe from behind in a day or two." Polmar nods
"What do you think Rose? Is that a wise use of manpower?"
Female Human Rose: Arcane Assassin | HP 29/32 | Init +4 | AC: 16 (Tch 14, Fl 12) | F: 2 R: 8 W: 1 | Perc +7. SM: +4 | Active conditions: None |
I'll tell you what's not, dying. But I'd prefer to see what Jalel can come up with. I'd rather enfold them but the Orc seems to think it's not likely, not surprising considered what happened to them under the Baron. If it's a small tribe an assault might be better, We'd lose a lot of building material if we had to smash our supply for sand bags.
Male Fetchling (Kayal) Sorcerer Level 5, HP: 33/33, Init: +2, Fort+2 (+2 vs. Poison/Sleep) /Ref +3/Will+4, Bab.+2, CMD:15,
Jalel nods to the Orc.
"Yes. How large is your tribe? Clearly you are more powerful than they are. Are there other scouting groups like yours nearby?" Jalel whispered conspiratorially to the Orc, while indicating the group around them.
The orc tried to hide a grin as he said lowly, "There are many. Very many. Of course we have others scouting nearby. Some that way." He nods East. "Some over there" He nods south. "And there." He then nods west. "All around. And soon closer."
Nephele frowns slightly. "Is it worth sending out a scouting party to establish what sort of terrain is nearby, or to perhaps give a better estimate as to how much time we might have to prepare?"
GM, can I make a knowledge check, or a survival check to get information on the above (or something similar I guess).
Male Fetchling (Kayal) Sorcerer Level 5, HP: 33/33, Init: +2, Fort+2 (+2 vs. Poison/Sleep) /Ref +3/Will+4, Bab.+2, CMD:15,
Jalel smiled at the Orc and let his gaze narrow quickly at the others before resuming a more neutral look. "Let me speak with them for now. You've gotten yourself into a tough situation I'll see what I can do for you and your remaining companions... Bosnauk." Jalel finished, using one of the few words he had retained over so many years.
Orcish:
"Ally."
Bluff:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25
He then walked over to the main group.
"The Orc claims he came from a mountain some 25 miles north or there about. He also claims there are many other scouting groups from all directions. Letting them go is probably a bad idea, and scouting seems like a worse one. He seems confident in his leaders ability so he isn't likely to be lying."
Male Tiefling Investigator (Empiricist) 4 | HP: 34/40 | AC: 18 (14 Tch 14 Ff, +1 Dodge vs Traps) | CMD: 18 | F: 3, R: 8 (+1 vs Traps), W: 4 (+2 vs Illusions) | Init: +6 | Perc: +11 (13 vs Traps), SM: +11 | Inspiration: 3/6
At some point when out of earshot of the Orcs.
To Rose:
I don't think Nephele's idea is a bad one, it would be helpful to get an idea of where the Orc scouting parties are at. And, as you suggested, deal with them appropriately.
But also it would be good what else is out there, if we survived and the Orcs survived, there might be others too. Or worse...
I don't doubt we should fortify our home, but we need to know what exactly we are contending with and if there are others would either join with or have to defend against..
Taking 10 on both. Knowledge Geography:10 + 8 + 1d6 ⇒ 10 + 8 + (2) = 20 General idea of the surround terrain, notable landmarks, or any other nearby cave systems that were known that could have been used to potentially survive.
Know Local:10 + 10 + 1d6 ⇒ 10 + 10 + (3) = 23
[ooc]Other nearby settlements, small communities, etc that were know about before the fog.
Female Human Rose: Arcane Assassin | HP 29/32 | Init +4 | AC: 16 (Tch 14, Fl 12) | F: 2 R: 8 W: 1 | Perc +7. SM: +4 | Active conditions: None |
We need people who can travel quickly and be quiet. Sounds like Talirin and me. Leave somebody behind to prepare the defenses. If we meet others I'd also be the only of us authorized to broker deals. Rose takes on a thoughtful look.
Lershoth you remember. exploring a little before the fog and being told by the elders underground, the general terrain of the surrounding surface.
Mostly grassy hills and plains, though now there is a large forest East. There are a dozen or so large rocks A couple miles South. There is a beach, on the west edge of the city ruins.
Most of the known caves were north in the mountains, where the orcs are. After the Duke chased out the orcs in the East, A knights camp was made to keep watch over the area. Though that was probably lost in the quickly grown forest.
South 10 miles or so was a small village of 30 small houses.
The closest City like yours was 250 miles South East.
Rose, we should try to lead the path away from this area to delay our discovery. If we place the Orc's bodies between our area and theirs it may look like the Orcs met a bad fate away from our area and perhaps delay them exploring near here.
Otherwise they might know they were supposed to look in this area and send a larger group to investigate.
Female Human Rose: Arcane Assassin | HP 29/32 | Init +4 | AC: 16 (Tch 14, Fl 12) | F: 2 R: 8 W: 1 | Perc +7. SM: +4 | Active conditions: None |
Agreed. Any ideas on how to obscure the signs of battle? I'd prefer to take them all out in a way clearly suggesting there's a dangerous beast roaming out here.
"What if we just cover the ground here? Just create a road/trail thus covering the battle. Any ammo laying about is our own and could easily have been for hunting game or something."
" Well to be fair, your majesty but we've been but 10 feet from the fog door al this time. Maybe we should look? Otherwise, our best option is...well rather grisly and that would be to burn their bodies and bury the ashes in the caves. Nothing else is fool-proof in terms of detection and we have no idea if they were organized enough for their friends to know to come looking here....hence why I suggested covering their tracks"
Female Human Rose: Arcane Assassin | HP 29/32 | Init +4 | AC: 16 (Tch 14, Fl 12) | F: 2 R: 8 W: 1 | Perc +7. SM: +4 | Active conditions: None |
Rose turns to Polmar. If you have a problem with me, speak now. Otherwise I'd suggest you look around. The grass in this area is almost as tall as you which means nothing's been eating it. Judging by the giant trees in that direction, She points. We can be fairly sure the area the fog settled on was huge. Especially since the Orcs were underground too. We know the fog was toxic.
We know nothings been eating this. We know predators follow the prey. So do not presume me an idiot. If the animals ventured this way they would die, it will take more than a few hours for the animals to make their way into this area. That said, burning does present some possibilities. If we set them far off and burn the plains maybe add some oil to their bodies to be sure, it should be enough to obscure the blades. And the ashes from the grass would provide good soil for planting. Have I settled your doubts about my mental acuity?
the wind starts to shift as you all hear, Flap, flap, The sound of very large wings. As you all look to see what it could be. A massive Dragon coming from the South. Guesstimated length 10,000 feet. with a wingspan almost twice that. The sun is blocked out as it flies ever nearer. Some distance away to the South, you can hear panicked yelling. It does not sound orcish. It sounds human...
The dragon flies at least 15,000 feet or so overhead blowing rubble and benny about. The orcs cry out in fear. But luckily the dragon does not notice any of you and just flies North toward the mountains. Where many orc yells can be heard. The dragon though flies further North deep deep into the mountains. and landing somewhere beyond. At least 150 miles or so away from all of you.
Female Human Rose: Arcane Assassin | HP 29/32 | Init +4 | AC: 16 (Tch 14, Fl 12) | F: 2 R: 8 W: 1 | Perc +7. SM: +4 | Active conditions: None |
I wouldn't be so happy about that if I were you, for something that size, we're the prey. Rose begins moving to the south. Talirin, Benny you're with me. The rest of you move the orcs towards the cave mouth then meet up with us.
"Oh gods", Nephele gasps staring in awe at the strong as best as she can while huddling to avoid its gaze. "That thing is massive", she mutters, before deciding to follow Rose's plan, moving the orc bodies into the cave mouth.
Male Fetchling (Kayal) Sorcerer Level 5, HP: 33/33, Init: +2, Fort+2 (+2 vs. Poison/Sleep) /Ref +3/Will+4, Bab.+2, CMD:15,
Jalel froze in sheer terror as the Dragon flew overhead.
will save:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
Images mostly imaginings from the stories he had heard of the giants came unbidden to his mind and he began to shake uncontrollably.
How... how did anyone ever think they could possibly deal with something so massive. We don't matter to things that size. It doesn't matter who controls the surface this is a death trap.
Male Tiefling Investigator (Empiricist) 4 | HP: 34/40 | AC: 18 (14 Tch 14 Ff, +1 Dodge vs Traps) | CMD: 18 | F: 3, R: 8 (+1 vs Traps), W: 4 (+2 vs Illusions) | Init: +6 | Perc: +11 (13 vs Traps), SM: +11 | Inspiration: 3/6
Lershoth kind of stands there, initially annoyed at the bickering and then becomes fascinated at the site of the majestic beast.
Knowledge Arcane:1d20 + 9 + 1d6 ⇒ (17) + 9 + (1) = 27Anything on the dragon. Would you look at that thing, I don't think I remember ever reading of one so large. I must get a closer look if I can.
Sense Motive DC 19:
Bluff:1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17
Despite his fascination he is quite scared of the dragon.
Lershoth grumbles a little before helping move the bodies. Jalel, you think you could convince your 'friend' and his compatriots to come inside peacefully? Is there anyplace inside we could lock them up?
War, Famine, Racism and destruction. These things have always been apart of the lives of those who occupy the lands of Allneart. Those who wish to survive needed to be especially strong or clever.
For you never know when you may be under attack from monsters, enemy soldiers or bandits. As the twelve civil war had broken out within the last two hundred years. Something happened to make the war come to a stand still.
The Giants. Creatures shaped in the way of smaller animals like deer, hawks, fish and many others. Once docile creatures, large enough to have their own eco systems. Able to hold forests, lakes even villages and towns. Became aggressive and destructive. The races that resided on these giants were forced to leave after the water became a dark violet and poisonous. Along with powerful monsters that killed and ate all in their way.
Many of those who lived off the Giants had their cities, towns and villages. Were crushed under the hooves, talons or tails of the giants. Many races then formed uneasy alliances with one another to try and take back their homeland.
They fought bravely. Managing to drive the a number of giants away from many civilizations. But the momentum was soon stopped short. You were born in the free city of Onóir. You don't remember much but as small children you were put away deep underground in a large area that could hold a little over five hundred stocked with food to last ten years or so with underground wells.
There you were raised by a select few of scholars, Cooks and a few soldiers who had been sent down to watch over you along with the other young children. you learned many things about how the world was and about the giants. Along with math, science, cooking and combat. Some even learned magic.
You also were told you were put down here by duke Fitzgeralds orders. They also told you of a large purple fog that had formed on the horizon the day that you went underground. When your city was attacked by a flying giant hawk. After it sounded as though the fighting had stopped a scout was sent to check things out. When he came back he was very pale and coughing up blood. Before he died a few hours later he warned that the purple fog covered the area above and was toxic.
Sometime later a small hole was made at one of the entrances with glass blocking out the fog. But allowing the elders to check if the Purple cloud was still there. Many things were tried.
They dug further through the underground to see if they could come to a spot that was clear. But no luck it seemed the fog now covered the landscape. They tried blowing it away with magic, but it still remained. Now they check daily to see if the fog remains.
It has now been fifteen years since you have been down here. Living off dire rats, insects, stored fruits and flour along with wine and stagnant water from the underground wells. One hundred and five of you remain that is one fifth or so of the number you came down here with due to sickness, malnutrition, suicide and murder over various things.
All the ones who taught you are now gone children that were born rarely lived save but a few. It is about that time now for someone to check on the fog.
Goal Rebuild your city and take back your land from the giants.
You may also build/conquer other villages, towns or cities.
Gain resources. Build alliances. Strengthen your villages, towns and cites. Defeat your enemies.
Play style One of you will become the new duke. If that position interests you let me know. If multiple players want it I will come up with a contest to see who gets it. The duke or whatever they decide to be called. Will be charged with tasking other players with quests, responsibilities. The Duke will also have to make those game changing choices. I probably don't need to say it but this game will be heavily player driven. The world is capable of evolution in technology and even how races view one another.
This world will be heavily inspired by many types of lore not just European so please keep an open mind.
This will run on the Pathfinder system.
Skills 20 point buy.
Level 3
Unchained Class skills.
HP Hit points max per level.
Classes All Pathfinder classes available.
Races All Pathfinder race choices available.
Wealth Will start at zero. Don't worry you won't need it yet.
Equipment For starting equipment I am going to allow players to pick the basic items, armor and weapons your class requires for you to be useful. Just make a list of the equipment you want and I will look it over and say yay or nay.
Players 4 to 5.
Post rate Within two days.
This will not be first come first serve I want effort in those backstories. I prefer players heavy into detailed roleplaying. Not just in combat but in every avenue.
War, Famine, Racism and destruction. These things have always been apart of the lives of those who occupy the lands of Allneart. Those who wish to survive needed to be especially strong or clever.
For you never know when you may be under attack from monsters, enemy soldiers or bandits. As the twelve civil war had broken out within the last two hundred years. Something happened to make the war come to a stand still.
The Giants. Creatures shaped in the way of smaller animals like deer, hawks, fish and many others. Once docile creatures, large enough to have their own eco systems. Able to hold forests, lakes even villages and towns. Became aggressive and destructive. The races that resided on these giants were forced to leave after the water became a dark violet and poisonous. Along with powerful monsters that killed and ate all in their way.
Many of those who lived off the Giants had their cities, towns and villages. Were crushed under the hooves, talons or tails of the giants. Many races then formed uneasy alliances with one another to try and take back their homeland.
They fought bravely. Managing to drive the a number of giants away from many civilizations. But the momentum was soon stopped short. You were born in the free city of Onóir. You don't remember much but as small children you were put away deep underground in a large area that could hold a little over five hundred stocked with food to last ten years or so with underground wells.
There you were raised by a select few of scholars, Cooks and a few soldiers who had been sent down to watch over you along with the other young children. you learned many things about how the world was and about the giants. Along with math, science, cooking and combat. Some even learned magic.
You also were told you were put down here by duke Fitzgeralds orders. They also told you of a large purple fog that had formed on the horizon the day that you went underground. When your city was attacked by...
Ugh...It drives me crazy when I think I corrected all my spelling errors and then I notice more. When I can no longer correct them. Sorry folks hope you don't get to confused by the bad spelling.
The usual pathfinder along with Norse, Asian, Greek and Celtic.
Though in the lands you currently reside Gaelic is the most common along with the spoken language. But feel free to choose whatever. Your explanation can be in your backstory.
What do you mean by Unchained Class skills? Do you mean the Adventuring/Background skills divide, or Consolidated Skills or Skill Groups?
I presume you don't need a massive backstory as we appear to have all grown up in what amounts to a Vault?
Drafting up a human slayer.
Shoot another mistake. Unchained background skills. And about the backstory, a lot could happen to shape who you are over the course of 15 years. Even if you were underground, please don't dismiss the possibilities so quickly.;)
Craft:Leather +8 (3ranks +3class +2Int)
Sleight of Hand +5 (3ranks +2Dex)
Feats and Abilities
Feat: 2-Weapon Fighting, attack with both weapons at reduced penalties (-2/-2 for light)
Feat: Weapon Focus (shortsword) +1 on attacks with shortswords
Feat: Dodge: +1 to AC
Talent: Ranger Combat Style 2WF: Double Slice: Add full Str bonus to attacks with off-
hand weapon
Studied Target: Study as move action. vs target gain +1 Bluff, Knowledge, Perception,
Sense Motive, Survival, weapon attacks, damage rolls, Slayer ability DC's.
Can study as free action when dealing sneak attack damage.
Track: +1/2 Slayer level to survival checks to track.
Sneak Attack: +1d6
Gear Request
2x shortswords
2x Daggers
Lt Xbow
Leather Armour
Background
Chel was raised in near seculusion by her mentors, a small group of three children trained in the arts of the quiet kill, deception and the quick escape. One of her sisters died in a training accident in her early teens, leaving Chel and Sian to train alone
About two years ago their mentors failed to turn up, thinking it another test Chel and Sian waited for three days before finally making their escape. Finding nothing but abandoned tunnels for miles Chel and Sian turned their skills to survival, hunting the dire rats and other vermin of the tunnels. Sian got sick and died before they even met another survivor, looking only to survival Chel harvested her body for food, not even realising most cultures would see this as a taboo.
Eventually after weeks on her own Chel discovered the Colony, dropping to one knee in subserviance she swore to them
"I give you my blade and my service, give me purpose" was her only statement.
Appearance
Chel is a lithe, wiry young girl, she has no idea how old she may be but she appears in her late teens.
Her dark hair is kept short, and simple cut. Her eyes are a bright green and she seems to care little for her own appearance most of the time, though if required for a mission she is capable of dressing for the occaision.
Looking good. Feel free to add more things to her as a character if you think of them. She sounds like she could be interesting. Your equipment requests are fair. I will also give you 20 crossbow bolts, 3 whetstones, 1 flask of oil, 1 lantern and a common survival kit.
I have an Occultist concept in mind, but it needs some Ninshabur/Ancient Assyria/Babylon love. Would that work with your campaign?
When it comes the religions and such I am pretty open because it makes the world feel bigger. Though your parents or whoever taught would need to be foreign or something. In the parts you are currently Gaelic Deities are the most common.
The assassin could be a lot of fun for the duke to wield and useful against other cities or whatever. I looked over the assassin. It would be fine if want that class.
Feats and Abilities
lvl 1 Feat: Favored Defence (Giant)
Fighting Style Feat:Aspect of the Beast (Claws of the Beast)
Lvl 3 Feat: Weapon Focus- Claws
Feat: Endurance (Gained as bonus due to three levels of ranger)
Tagolan was always alone. People shunned him for his Hobgoblin blood. The Colony never truly accepted him, he wasn't even supposed to be there. He, as a five year old Hobgoblin, had stumbled in before they sealed the entrance. He some how had survived small exposure to the fog, but no one ever trusted him. He grew up, exploring every bit of the Colony, surviving on rats and small bits of water from the well.
Still he did not fault them. While he could not truly remember much of his kind, he remembered one thing, their brutality. A scar ran down his face from just before he stumbled into the colony. His own mother had taken a knife to him, and he would never forget that though the other members of the Colony did not trust him, they healed him, and let him survive. They even let him claim a little domain of about twenty feet in a otherwise abandoned tunnel, which he used to train.
For the last five years, Tagolan has wanted to explore outside of the colony, and has studied almost every map he could find. He trained himself, reading old texts on Giants. He wishes to be of use to the colony, and to prove he is to be trusted. In his training he learned to Change his form, to a minor degree, and realized the potential of his claws. He does not know where this ability comes from, and has not told anyone about it, fearing being exiled completely, or being killed on the spot. He decided to save the ability, keep it secret, to show it off and prove himself.
When the colonists began talking about checking on the purple mist, Tagolan volunteered immediately, seeing it as a chance to prove himself.
Appearance
Standing at 5 feet, and weighing 205 pounds, he is a short, yet impressive figure. He is a sickly grey-green, not having seen the sun in fifteen years, and has fiery red eyes. other than his race, what distinguishes him the most is a large scar running from right below his left eye to the edge of his jaw on the left. He wears a simple brown shirt and pants, and has a small black cap to cover his bald head. His years of eating rats and drinking as little water as possible, has not diminished his health or weight, and if anything, seem to have made him as durable as he looks.
How would you feel about opening up the Porphyran Assassins? They add some extra options so I don't end up a straight out murder machine and actually have a bit of customization. I can show you them if needed
How would you feel about opening up the Porphyran Assassins? They add some extra options so I don't end up a straight out murder machine and actually have a bit of customization. I can show you them if needed
Feats and Abilities
lvl 1 Feat: Favored Defence (Giant)
Fighting Style Feat:Aspect of the Beast (Claws of the Beast)
Lvl 3 Feat: Weapon Focus- Claws
Feat: Endurance (Gained as bonus due to three levels of ranger)
Gear request:
Leather armor
Flint and Steel
Water skin
20 feet of rope
Background
Tagolan was always alone. People shunned him for his Hobgoblin blood. The Colony never truly accepted him, he wasn't even supposed to be there. He, as a five year old Hobgoblin, had stumbled in before they sealed the entrance. He some how had survived small exposure to the fog, but no one ever trusted him. He grew up, exploring every bit of the Colony, surviving on rats and small bits of water from the well.
Still he did not fault them. While he could not truly remember much of his kind, he remembered one thing, their brutality. A scar ran down his face from just before he stumbled into the colony. His own mother had taken a knife to him, and he would never forget that though the other members of the Colony did not trust him, they healed him, and let him survive. They even let him claim a little domain of about twenty feet in a otherwise abandoned tunnel, which he used to train.
For the last five years, Tagolan has wanted to explore outside of the colony, and has studied almost every map he could find. He trained himself, reading old texts on Giants. He wishes to be of use to the colony, and to prove he is to be trusted. In his training he learned to Change his form, to a minor degree, and realized the potential of his claws. He does not know where this ability comes from, and has not told anyone about it, fearing being exiled completely, or being killed on the spot. He decided to save the ability, keep it secret, to show it off and prove himself.
When the colonists began talking about checking on the purple mist, Tagolan volunteered immediately, seeing it as a chance to prove himself.
Appearance
Standing at 5 feet, and weighing 205 pounds, he is a short, yet impressive figure. He is a sickly grey-green, not having seen the sun in fifteen years, and has fiery red eyes. other than his race, what distinguishes him the most is a large scar running from right below his left eye to the edge of his jaw on the left. He wears a simple brown shirt and pants, and has a small black cap to cover his bald head. His years of eating rats and drinking as little water as possible, has not diminished his health or weight, and if anything, seem to have made him as durable as he looks.
Proficiency: all simple and martial weapons, all types of armor, and shields (including tower shields)
Panoply Bond: Bronze Lamellar Armor (Abjuration and Transmutation)
Resonant Powers: Physical Enhancement and Warding Talisman
Base Focus Powers: Legacy Weapon and Mind Barrier
Focus Powers: Philosopher’s Touch and Loci Sentry
Mental Focus: 6
Battle Skill Battle Reading
Spells:
Knacks: Resistance and Mending
1st Level: Magic Weapon and Shield
Gear:
Bronze Lamellar Armor (acquired with class ability, counts at masterwork and immune to the broken condition while character lives, acts as class ability focus)
Composite Longbow (Str +2)
30 Arrows
Sickle
Occultist Kit (backpack, bedroll, torches ect…)
Background:
Brennus Rassam’s family fled their homeland a year before his birth, seeking shelter from the wars and rampaging giants grinding away at the civilized world. Perhaps had Brennus’ birth not started upon the doorstep of Onóir, they might have continued traveling, but the mother could travel no further. And so, into war torn Onóir was born the heir of Rassam, and his father named him in the tongue of the place, for their destinies were now entwined.
Brennus’ earliest memories were idyllic, but soon after his eighth birthday the purple cloud appeared on the horizon. His father bought the safety of his family with his life, defending the town in its last desperate hour, as they descended into the darkness below. Days after the fighting had stopped, Brennus’ grandfather, knowing well that the time to pass on the legacy of the Rassam was nigh, spoke of their family’s history and revealed the armor of their founding ancestor.
The boy, still mourning after his father, despondently inspected the tarnished bronze armor. He wasn’t impressed. Still, his grandfather taught him the histories, of writing and hunting. As the years passed, and the pain faded, Brennus bore the name of his family well, using that knowledge to teach and protect the other members of his underground community.
As material for armor grew sparse in the underground, Brennus recalled his family’s own armaments. His grandfather once again presented the armor, and as Brennus touched the moldering trim, the lamellar trembled. Then it flew above them, and in a burst of light the armor reflected the memories of all that had worn it. The memories shown about the cavern walls for only a moment, then retreated back into the armor, filling it, shaping into the likeness of a man. The specter looked down upon Brennus and his grandfather, its expression softened, and it smiled as its form wavered out into nothingness.
Yet, the armor still floated there. Brennus glanced over at his grandfather, but the old man only shrugged in disbelief. He held out his trembling hands, and the panoply floated down into his arms. When Brennus stepped out into the common area, among the remaining survivors, it was as if something was whispering just out of sight, a word that seemed a lot like hope.
Appearance:
A tall man, with long, black curly hair and long beard, though he already has an established widow’s peak. While regal looking in his family’s bronze armor, Brennus is a reserved individual who keeps his own counsel.
Things always get a little more fun when a goblin joins up. I enjoyed your backstory. Your equipment request is a go. I am also going to give you a gunsmiths kit. You may have a bit of competition the day this game starts for mist checking duty...By a hobgoblin who wants to prove himself. So that could be interesting.
