Haha. Good thing I'm Chaotic Good then, eh? ;)
I guess this is a way to try and weasel my way into games but I always do art for characters in the games I play.
Here are some examples.
A Game in which I played Byron on a much higher level and a little less friendly:
http://voipcomics.deviantart.com/art/Byron-s-Constructs-424978520
Here is another PC from the game who couldn't find a good icon and wanted some art done:
http://voipcomics.deviantart.com/art/Sixth-and-Seventh-426607776
A NPC Badguy sketch:
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10152329550898200&l=9695b79259
Fantasy Deep Sea Diver:
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10151341510468200&l=1a454c6dd0
please for the love of god let me land a frigging shuriken xD lol
You hit!
It's a bleeding miracle! xD lol
Btw DM, what kinda date are we looking at for selection? I know you said 2 days after you get the AP but idk when that is and I'm curious lol
Byron smiles. The pointlessness was over now.
"I wonder how much they will continue to be a problem. I don't think they will give up."
Byron grabbed his number randomly, not looking back to see if anyone was cheating by grabbing more then one. Fate was at play here, if he was meant for this then his number would be true.
After, he approached Ryuu, Thorin and Salomae. Shaking their hands. The gnome looking a bit proud. "Good work out there, it can take a lot to stand up to authority. Sometimes I feel like the greatest adventure we take is not in tombs or castles but in finding the limits of our own selves."
Byron paused, as if deciding something.
"Something tells me these numbers are more then just for a lotteries sake. They may become important later. In that case I want you both to know mine."
Byron extended his palm revealing the "42".
Golem 0042B reaction came quickly -Exclamation- Fascinating -Retort- Existence of fate still 94.56% unlikely. Recovery time = one minuet
Byron thought it best to continue the conversation at the bar.
Fascinating!
Ryuu's eyes light up Byron's first sentance.
One should only stand against authority, when it is that same authority that abuses its power, and breaks laws in itself. Though I do heartily agree that the most important adventure in life is one of finding ones self. Indeed, finding, and pushing those limits to the extreme, is the one of the tenants of my master's teachings.
also, I greatly need a bit of rest, as you can see I am sure.
Btw DM, what kinda date are we looking at for selection? I know you said 2 days after you get the AP but idk when that is and I'm curious lol
It is my hope that I have it this week, but my inquiries have yielded nothing on Paizo's side.
Everyone remember to roll a d1000 for your number. Byron you can keep 42, but remember - you chose it.
Dun dun dun . . .
(Yes, the number will be important later. If we get that far.)
Zanac enters the Blue Macaw, tossing his selected stone up in the air and catching it before settling down at the bar-top and sticking it in his pocket. "Barkeep! Tap a new keg of ale, we got a bunch of thirsty adventurers on their way"
He looks around the room for the half-orc, wishing to ask him a few questions about the previous encounter.
With the cleric seemingly nowhere to be found. Ryuu breaks from the main group to speak with the armored warrior that healed him before.
I beg pardon, but, if you would be so kind, could you help in aiding me with this wound? I could pay you if need be. It is proving a rather disruptive pain.
after being healed a bit, (or not) He will make his way back to the blue macaw and take Tinq up on that offer to use the basement/cellar for mediation.
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Thorin moved forward too and drew his stone.
"Interesting." He began nodding he tried to get a glance of the woman in the plate, wondering if it were the same one. curiosity sated he followed some of the others back to the Blue Macaw. He found himself near the half-elf Salomae. You think they really planned on killing us off one by one eh? Thats pretty dark and sneaky. Glad that it ended for the best then. After the cat gets you a drink, the next one is on me Princess." He said with a wink before he disapeard into the throng to check with the innkeep about the plate mail wearing girl. He was curious if she was awake yet, and if she was (and not the same one) she had come here for a stone he bet. It would be a shame for her to not get one. Besides he could give her a few pointers about the life.
Ryuu, I've being looking for you. You took quite a beating out there. Here, let me put a cure on you
How does that feel? Don't worry about payment, your conversation with me before was payment enough.
After making sure Ryuu was OK, he goes and draws a stone
thank you, I feel much better, surely you are in good graces of your deity. I think, I may attempt to meditate for a bit after quenching the thirst this towns heat has brought to me. If you so wish I would be willing to purchase one for you as well, as at least some form of actual payment. Also, while It may not be the most social of things but you are welcome to join me should you so wish.
Vathan shakes his head and does not know how to really take the show that they just witnessed. He served the Ruby Prince and did not fully understand the politics or interests of the Pharasman clerics. Maybe Rasim would have a clue. He casually steps forward, grabs a lottery stone, and walks back to the Blue Macaw with Rasim. Along the way, he asks in Osiriani, "How do you interpret what we just saw? I don't know much about religious politics."
"Yeah, I have no idea. Obviously the three adventurer types were all for opening the tombs, and the priests of Wati think they're heretics. Anything more than that would be an uneducated guess," Rasim replies to Vathan in Osiriani, clutching his stone on their way back to the Blue Macaw. "I'm 885. Which number did you get?"
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Kaina walks toward the pile of stones, speaking quietly, mostly to himself.
I am very confused as to what has happened. The newcomers spoke against the Pharaoh, but the priests intended for those who heed the Pharaoh's call to be killed... How do I heed the Pharaoh's wishes if none of those involved in the lottery are proper servants?
He picks up a stone, and returns to the Macau, and returns to his seat at the bar. He doesn't even remember to look at the number until after he's already begun drinking his beer.
Orcen looked at the triple sevens, knowing that it was a lucky choice. Though whether it would be chosen in the selection was still an unknown variable.
He walked back into the Blue Macaw, noting all those who'd fought and witnessed the strange events - of the most important note to him was the armored woman with the half-orc and dwarf. Hadn't that been the same one who'd been dying of heat stroke earlier? It seemed peculiar that she would be up and about so early again.
To that point, he walked over to Genesar Tinq, his disarming smile on his face. "So, how is the woman? The one who fainted?" He asked.
Robert speaks to Ryuu a drink will be fine. Interesting little brawl that nearly happened out there. Looks a religious difference of opinion. I wonder if it will effect the final outcome of the lottery.
Isaac of the Stones sits at the bar, an empty seat on either side of him.
The woman who fainted was the same woman as the one in the courtyard, and the dwarf who mocked her was the one at her side as they confronted the priests. Both sit at a table together in the back.
Orcen looks between Issac and the woman with the dwarf, debating who to approach first - he decided to go for the half-orc, taking a seat and giving him his best witless smile. "That was quite a display out there. You really upset the high priest. But I'm not quite clear why you did that," He tells him. "Though, it did sound like you're also a faithful of Pharasma."
As Zanac sips his ale the catfolk who had addressed him in the crowd earlier sits down nearby and not to far past him sat the half-orc from earlier. Zanac looks from one to the other, very conflicted about which to approach first. One the one hand, the catfolk somehow learned his name but Zanac had no idea of his but on the other the half-orc showed quite the impressive display at the number collection and it seemed he was entering the Necropolis himself.
Eventually he mentally flipped a coin and settled on talking to the half-orc first and picked up his ale as he headed that way. As he walked behind the catfolk, however, he leaned over and said in catfolk "We should meet up and talk later. I'd like to know how you know me before I have to...silence you." he said with a wink to indicate he was joking. As he reached an empty seat near the half-orc, Zanac plopped himself down in the chair and set his ale on the bar, nodding towards Orcen sitting down on the other side.
"Indeed, quite the show you put on. My name is Zanac and I'd be quite interested in learning what the hell just happened out there. One minute we're being 'tested' and the next we have a religious argument going on. What exactly have we signed up for?" he asks in Common.
When Graxzos arrives back at the Blue Macaw, he orders an ale from a serving girl and stands, drinking idly, feeling Cayden's power flowing through his veins and keeping an eye on the others. He finds Salomae on the floor and stands with her, watching Orcen interact with the half-orc.
"So, whatcha make of him, eh?" he asks quietly. "You thinkin' o' teamin' up with him for his magicky hands?"
As ryuu opens the door to the tavern he asks for some water, paying the normal price for an ale.
He spots the woman and moves to her.
I would like to thank you for stopping long enough to heal me. I also notice you are the same warrior that succumbed to heat exhaustion early this day, I am glad to see you are ok. If you don't mind me asking, what is your name? I am Ryuu.
As he thanks her Ryuu gives a slight bow. Then takes a seat if there is one open as he continues to talk.
"I did what was to be. There was no pleasure in it. Pharasma gives us a gift. They deny it. If to themselves . . . It is of no matter." He turns to Zanac. "You signed up to look for treasure. That hasn't changed. Now, if you would. I wish to drink alone."
"Sure thing. You're a decent sort, Issac of the Stones," The young man tells him, leaving him to his drink, before going over to the dwarf and armored woman.
"I see that you've recovered from your heat stroke miraculously - and that you've chosen to don the same armor that caused it in the first place," He says to her. "You know, they say that insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result every time."
"Now see, that's not quite true. I signed up to go exploring. The treasure is simply a perk." Zanac says with a conspiratorial wink before continuing, seemingly not hearing the large half-orc's wish to be alone. "You seem to be something like myself, a bit more of an explorer than a money grubber. If I'm not mistaken you're here for more personal reasons then simply some quick cash." Zanac raises his hands to show a sign to indicate he's not trying to be intrusive."I know it's none of my business but I'll have to admit my curiosity is driving me crazy. Why ARE you here?" Zanac takes a sip of his ale as he waits on Issac's response.
"To avoid true deception, the injuries had to be real. And we had to know who you were."
The dwarf next to her laughed. "I told her just to lie. Most of you are too stupid to know the difference. But to directly lie is against the 'code.' Foolishness. All I had to do was laugh, and it is easy to laugh at her."
"You are right. It is none of your business, but I will reward your rudeness." he sets his drink down. "I am here because I must be here, just as you are. The reasons we choose to tell ourselves are fabrications, lies we tell ourselves to feel in control. Now please, the day has been long, and proves to be longer still. Let me alone."
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Kaina wanders over to Bridgitte and interrupts the conversation. He's still confused by the recent events, and it has made him irritable. The world should make sense. Our ruler makes a decision, and the people follow it. There should not be all this - politics - about who and how and why.
I do not understand what the purpose of this dishonorable deception was. Nor do I understand what this rift among the Pharasmans has to do with the divine mission that the Ruby Prince has declared shall be undertaken. If you wished to know who I am, you had only to ask. I am the humble servant of Osirion and the Pharaoh. I seek only to serve my nation and my Prince. And I appreciate neither being deceived nor being involved in whatever conflict your group has with the clerics outside.
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He wanted desperately to talk to the maiden in the plate mail but the spellcaster beat him to the punch again. He just managed to close enough to over hear the last part. "Then I would imagine you don't need my help. A pity that. Can i buy the pretty and probably dangerous lady a drink? Thorin offered politely interupting. He expected of course for her to glare at him or something having been out there for the battle of stones he recognized a serious warrior when he saw one. Worse if she was as religious as she appeared she wouldnt take kindly to his lines.
Zanac raised his hands in defeat at the murderous gleam in the man's eyes before picking up his ale to move. Today is not the day to die from curiosity he thought. "As you wish. I shall leave you to your own devices then."
As Zanac shifted over a few seats he decided that it might prove entertaining to keep an eye on that particular group of people as the exploration began. Zanac landed in a seat next to Kaina with a thump and began talking in catfolk again. "Now then my friend, I fear you have me at a disadvantage. You seem to know who I am but I don't know the same about you. But as you have noticed, my name is Zanac so what's yours?"
I applaud your strength of will and bravery my good madam. I must admit, this code of yours intrigues me, if an opportunity arises, I would certainly enjoy discussing it in more depth. But, do be careful when pushing ones self past your limits. Also, why did you need to discover "who we were"? I myself am but a humble monk, traveling the world in search of knew training, and knew life perspectives.
He looks towards the dwarf,
I believe having a set code helps to keep ones direction in life good dwarf, Perhaps you have one? Perhaps you don't even know you have one. Either way, someone's code is rarely something mock. as an after thought he says And not all are as simple-minded as you believe.
He turns back to the woman.
As much as he wanted to begin his meditation to help ease the stiffness and soreness from his limbs, his curiosity proved stronger than the pain and want of meditation.
If I may, You and your friends proclaim the priests false, a very bold thing to do. Might I ask the basis of this? Oddly enough, I believe you speak true from your heart. You said they have forsaken there gift?
To Robert I am indeed curious about this split, would you care to accompany me as I find out a bit more? I also noticed that that is the same woman who fainted before.
Graxzos eyes the Dancing Lights Salomae has summoned. "Oooohh, very pretty. I don't go in for magic much meself; prefer to rely on the trusty steel and powder, I do." He pats his pistol possessively and grins. "I can see yer a pragmatic one. I tell ya what, if'n we both get picked to go delvin' inta these tombs, what say we join up? Bring the princess--" he jerks his head at Orcen--"along if you like. With yer blade, his magic, and my powder (and expertise, heh), we should be a formidable team."
Orcen looked over at the catfolk who'd stepped in, before replying to Bridgitte. "So, I'm to believe that your deliberately put your life at risk of dying from heat stroke because you desired to know who the people were who'd go and explore the necropolis?" He asked her. "...Well, I have to say, you've succeeded quite well, haven't you? But you should have sought out a way that couldn't have killed you," He scolded her.
"I respect Pharasma as much as any of her faithful, but I'd rather not risk an early departure to her Boneyard because I was more of a fool than any other. That said, I'm very, very glad that you're all right," He switched gears, smiling at her. "We didn't get a chance to introduce ourselves on account of you being unconscious. I am Orcen Faust of Absalom."
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Having got his frustrations off his chest, Kaina returns to his seat without waiting on a response. He slumps back down, finishes his beer, and waves for another.
Zanac landed in a seat next to Kaina with a thump and began talking in catfolk again. "Now then my friend, I fear you have me at a disadvantage. You seem to know who I am but I don't know the same about you. But as you have noticed, my name is Zanac so what's yours?"
(in Catfolk)Sorry about that; it was rude to use your name before we actually introduced ourselves. I was worried that that was going to turn into a general brawl out there. Anyhow, I'm Kaina. Grew up in the deserts around Osirion; mostly west and north of here. Came to town when the Pharaoh said that he wanted the necropolis explored. Figured there ought to be a local or two involved. You're not local though; where do you come from?
Bridgitte stands up suddenly. "Isaac was right. This is hard." To Raina, "There was no deception. I told you. My injuries were genuine." To Orcen, "There was no other way. I needed to know who would help, who would watch, and who would laugh with the cruel." She nods at the dwarf. "Mere questions are not enough. This is why. So that this infernal confusion will be banished again!"
She ignores the rest of your questions and walks to the stairs upstairs, clearly upset.
The dwarf looks back and forth with a twinkle in his eye to match the polished brass in his beard, hair, and upon his face.
(in Catfolk)Sorry about that; it was rude to use your name before we actually introduced ourselves. I was worried that that was going to turn into a general brawl out there. Anyhow, I'm Kaina. Grew up in the deserts around Osirion; mostly west and north of here. Came to town when the Pharaoh said that he wanted the necropolis explored. Figured there ought to be a local or two involved. You're not local though; where do you come from?
"That's classified." Zanac puts his finger in front of his mouth to mime a "shush" noise but winks at Kaina. "Just kidding. Truth be told I'm not sure where I came from. I lived at the academy for as long as I can remember so I guess the closest place I have to say I'm 'from' is there. It's set out in the woods of Kelish so it's incredibly hard to find. Most of the inhabitants are of Elvish decent so it was fairly obvious that I wasn't from around there." Zanac laughs depreciatingly. "But I can't complain. They raised me well and trained me even better."
"And yet, I'm still left with the question of why - no, perhaps not why, but who," Orcen mused aloud, looking at the brass ringed dwarf. "I don't suppose that you'd be willing to answer that question? Who exactly are you three?"
As the woman walks off, clearly upset for some reason he sighs
ah well so much for that I would have very much liked to hear more. But I guess its time to rejuvenate just a bit.
To orcen come my friend I believe we have bothered them enough. And something tells me we will find out who they are when we need to know. For now let us rest from the farce of a trail today.
He turns to the dwarf, I believe you are better than you show, let me purchase you a drink for being so troublesome.
"Who are we? Good question. Better question is why by the Pharaoh's balls I should answer?" He takes another sip of his drink and leans back in his chair, setting his amazing bulk into the creaking wood.
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at least she didnt try to run me through like the last two maids i took a fancy too. Thorin thought to himself eyeing the man who had helped and the scolded her. While he agreed it seemed a foolish plan to begin with, her methods were her own. He made his way to the bar a little too annoyed to be that sociable.
"Get that lass over there a drink on me and anothee bottle of wine. he added pulling coin out the counter and motioning to Salomae.
He once again glanced abour for thr haughty local woman (Akina) and tje pretty bookish one (Charlotte)
"Who are we? Good question. Better question is why by the Pharaoh's balls I should answer?" He takes another sip of his drink and leans back in his chair, setting his amazing bulk into the creaking wood.
"Good point. I suppose there's not much reason for you to tell me anything, is there?" He said, smiling at the dwarf. "I suppose I'll find out eventually. Or not. Fate is a funny thing, after all. Could be our paths will never cross again." He shrugged.
To haffazz bronzebeard
perhaps because you were asked obviously. Your performance out there means people are curious. Me, I have seen so many loud, bad tempered dwarves who like to think they are important it's nearly a cliche. So I don't care who you are. But my friend here is, so why not answer.