Mizzug takes a look at the buildings around the region, "Uh...Mehbe me eat outside." states the monstrous female with a smirk.
Usually is like that :P
GM: I built Ruaidhrigh in HeroLab and used the Big Game Hunter campaign trait it had. Having looked at the Anniversary Edition Player's Guide, that trait isn't there, so I'm guessing it's a legacy of the original version that slipped in. Can I still use it? If not, I'll switch to the Giant Slayer trait listed in the PG, but I figured I'd ask. The traits are similar, though the one I have applied to all enemies large or larger (instead of just those of the Giant subtype) but doesn't provide Giant Slayer's out of combat benefits.
Haven't seen an answer on this yet, it may have gotten lost in the shuffle. GM?
"Of course. Id rather enjoy the company of a new face anyway..."
The Ifrit gave a small smirk before placing his plate, still with a supply of dried meat and berries in place, to the center.
"What's the name you go by?" As asked, as his hands were placed together, each finger pressed to the mirrored other's point in a steeple.
"You strike me as...what did she call herself.." He mumbled,...Asimar? Aszier? I apologize, I am not familiar with races and their sub-categorizations. Would you accept celestial?"
Having had his flabber gasted.
Mr. Biggs, that was... amazing. I have never shared a drink with a goblin but at some point I owe you one.
The preferred term is Aasimar, although I thought of myself as human for most of my life. But, yes, I do have a touch of Celestial blood.
I am Jawhar Dhakir, pleased to meet you. There are many Ifrit in Qadira (where I come from), so seeing you made me a bit nostalgic and I decided to introduce myself.
What brings you to Sandbridge?
Ruaidhrigh claps loudly, quite impressed with Mr. Biggs' device. Walking over, he claps the goblin on the shoulder. "Very nice, Mr. Biggs. Your devices are very impressive. Now let us find food, I will buy you lunch."
With a pleasant smirk, Imoya nodded as the man spoke, pleased to know he was educated, or worldly, enough to notice the difference in characteristics that defined him.
"I see. Forgive my ignorance...My name is Imoya by the way, I often forget the simple introductions. Just passes right over my head."
Rubbing the back of his head to ease his light embarrassment, Imoya looked back to Jawhar and smiled.
"I've actually lived here nearly a decade I think. I came up from Jalmeray some time ago to seek out more arcana... Varisia was ripe for the picking, Sandpoint being just large enough to fund myself and small enough to avoid rivals."
He laughed, looking back out the window. "Though the coming festival may bring a few."
"That was very impressive, Mr. Biggs," Lubella remarks. "Umm, it might be an idea to let people know before you set one off." Given the locals' views on goblins, she added silently to herself. I'm nervous about what would happen if HE got drunk!
"Lunch sounds like a good idea. I'm starving - I missed second breakfast, not to mention elevensies!", Lubella adds.
Finally getting the attention of the waiter, Jawhar orders some food.
I feel like a little breakfast. Yoghurt and coffee, please.
Turning to regard Imoya again, he continues the pleasantries. Jalmeray, you say? You're even farther away from home than I am.
Jawhar looks pensive for a moment. So, you've been here for some years? This is actually my first time outside of Qadira. I am honestly still a little nervous about being on my own.
Did you find it difficult when you first set out?
Listening to Jawhar, Imoya noded, smirking lightly.
"When I first arrived, I had been teleported right off the coast from a southern city, Magnimar. It was embarrassing to be sure but I didn't have issues there because of the way I looked...or sounded at the time."
The ifrit shook his his slightly, as if discarding a thought.
"You arrived at a better time to sandpoint then I did."
Placing his lips to the mug in hand, he took a deep drink before returning to the conversation.
"I don't think you'll have any issues, Jawhar. Besides, you and a few others that recently arrived carry a mark of good fortune and divine favor. The people here are likely whispering about how things will finally change for the better. And that sir, is nothing to gawk at."
Latest version: (8.2.3.5.2)
Lubella Heathertoes, Halfling Dawnflower Dervish Bard
Mr. Biggs Sparklefeet, Goblin Alchemist
Wisp Silvereyes, Halfling Djinni-Blooded Sorcerer
Don Viega, Kobold Mysterious Avenger Swashbuckler
Rixa Glasso, Musetouched Aasimar Crossblooded Brass Dragon/Arcane-blooded Sorcerer
Grattfaulk, Human Invulnerable Rager Barbarian
Springle Hotforger, Lava Gnome Oracle
Ulrich Rovanky, Half-Orc Slayer
Abrotriss Contrar, Emberkin aasimar School Savant Arcanist
Ruaidhrigh Katanalisko, Lava gnome Pyrokineticist
Mizzug, Half-Ogre Divine Paragon Cleric of Shelyn
Nuri Sun-Daughter, Emberkin Aasimar Solar Oracle
Jawhar Dhakir, Aasimar Cleric of Sarenrae
Libris Mortis, Shadow Guard Oathbound Paladin (Oath against Undead)
Duraz Durak, Dwarf Monk of the Iron Mountain
Favor Swuavae, Half-Orc Kyton Bloodrager
Dr. Rowan Strayts, Human Alchemist, Backstory Separate
Varshala, Half-Orc Cleric of Shelyn
Bærwynnd, Elven Instructor Foresight Wizard (No link yet)
Drakoo, Kobold Unchained Rogue
[url=http://paizo.com/people/Imoya]Imoya, Ifrit Crossblooded Red Dragon/Primal Fire-blooded Sorcerer
As always, let me know if I missed you or made a mistake.
Abrotriss:
"Oh, of course! I'd love to!" She takes the sketch from you, and looks at it.
"I still think he could have drawn me better. I mean, look at me! I barely look threatening at all, sitting on your shoulder! I should be breathing fire, with a sword in each talon," Nightwing twitters in Celestial.
"Oh, shush. It's very good." Rixa chastises the sparrow. "It's a very good drawing. Where did you learn your art? Did your father teach that to you, or did you learn it on your own?"
Ulrich:
"I understand," she says, laying a hand on your shoulder, "I take it you haven't been here for a while? What brought you back?"
Like much of the group, she is somewhat taken aback by Mr. Bigg's somewhat… ostentatious fireworks display. How, exactly, did he get in the town? He seems no less pyromaniacal than the rest of his race. If he's not careful, the town guard will chase him out of town or just kill him. she thinks.
She follows as much of the motley group goes to the Red Dragon, and slips in the middle of the crowd, listening to the crowd. The red-skinned person talking to… Jawhar, that was his name, caught her eye for a second, but her focus soon shifted away, looking around the room.
Food? Yes, yes, food sounds great. No Poppers inside buildings though. No no, no poppers inside. He nods his head. He takes out a small book and scribbles something about this firework while following the rest. Ignoring the stares of the townsfolk.
Greetings! This is Valjoen_KC's elven wizard and this is Pfflÿs, my gnome apprentice.
Background stories are still incoming and will be added to their profiles.
Yelping at the flash of light, she points a finger at the aasimar and a stream of water shoots out, dowsing the man. "You! Carefully!"
Imoya's eye caught the flash, snagging his attention from the seeming constant flow of fire based abilities.
Imoya takes to his feet, his hands firmly set on the table. A small puff of cinder lined smoke rising from beneath his fingers.
"Do they not know what these people have endured to be so careless with such things?"
Imoya's eye flash toward the display done on by the brazen-skinned Aasimar. He speaks calmly to Jawhar...
"It seems more of your kin are about...and good fortune may have been a premature reference."
I do not know the town but if there is a place we should head there. looking at Mizzug Preferably someplace with a high ceiling
Seeing Mizzug create water Ulrich is surprised. Well he is more then she appears.
Ruaidrhigh lets out a startle gasp an stands blinking rapidly for several seconds, until his vision comes back. "That was bright!" he says, rather impressed.
Latest version: (8.2.5.5.2)
Lubella Heathertoes, Halfling Dawnflower Dervish Bard
Mr. Biggs Sparklefeet, Goblin Alchemist
Wisp Silvereyes, Halfling Djinni-Blooded Sorcerer
Don Viega, Kobold Mysterious Avenger Swashbuckler
Rixa Glasso, Musetouched Aasimar Crossblooded Brass Dragon/Arcane-blooded Sorcerer
Grattfaulk, Human Invulnerable Rager Barbarian
Springle Hotforger, Lava Gnome Oracle
Ulrich Rovanky, Half-Orc Slayer
Abrotriss Contrar, Emberkin aasimar School Savant Arcanist
Ruaidhrigh Katanalisko, Lava gnome Pyrokineticist
Mizzug, Half-Ogre Divine Paragon Cleric of Shelyn
Nuri Sun-Daughter, Emberkin Aasimar Solar Oracle
Jawhar Dhakir, Aasimar Cleric of Sarenrae
Libris Mortis, Shadow Guard Oathbound Paladin (Oath against Undead)
Duraz Durak, Dwarf Monk of the Iron Mountain
Favor Swuavae, Half-Orc Kyton Bloodrager
Dr. Rowan Strayts, Human Alchemist, Backstory Separate
Varshala, Half-Orc Cleric of Shelyn
Bærwynnd, Elven Instructor Foresight Wizard
Drakoo, Kobold Unchained Rogue
[url=http://paizo.com/people/Imoya]Imoya, Ifrit Crossblooded Red Dragon/Primal Fire-blooded Sorcerer
As always, let me know if I missed you or made a mistake.
"Well. That was... bright." She comments, blinking at the pyrotechnics. Let's take it down a notch, okay?" she smiles at the aasimar. "I'm just going to sit over here."
That one seems pretty absent-minded to me. Having Celestial blood in no ways keeps you from making mistakes, as I can attest.
Hopefully, nobody was seriously hurt. If there were, I will gladly offer my services to help clean up the mess.
Jawhar pauses to look around outside to make sure no fires were started and that there are no injuries.
They are a motley group, are they not? I believe they are a troupe of performers headed to the festival you mentioned. Perhaps the demonstration was a publicity stunt?
Mr. Biggs just stares at the display wide-eyed. After a bit, he blinks a bit.
Wow! That was so bright it knocked out the other lights for a bit!
With a sigh, Imoya lifts his hands, wiping them off one another before placing them in his coat pockets.
"You'll excuse me, Jawhar. I'll be headed home for a time. Perhaps Ill see you during the festival."
The Ifrit gives a nod as he take his leave, headed out toward the western part of town.
Messed up the last list a bit. Here it is again, only fixed!
Latest version: (8.2.6.3.5)
Lubella Heathertoes, Halfling Dawnflower Dervish Bard
Mr. Biggs Sparklefeet, Goblin Alchemist
Wisp Silvereyes, Halfling Djinni-Blooded Sorcerer
Don Viega, Kobold Mysterious Avenger Swashbuckler
Rixa Glasso, Musetouched Aasimar Crossblooded Brass Dragon/Arcane-blooded Sorcerer
Grattfaulk, Human Invulnerable Rager Barbarian
Springle Hotforger, Lava Gnome Oracle
Ulrich Rovanky, Half-Orc Slayer
Abrotriss Contrar, Emberkin aasimar School Savant Arcanist
Ruaidhrigh Katanalisko, Lava gnome Pyrokineticist
Mizzug, Half-Ogre Divine Paragon Cleric of Shelyn
Nuri Sun-Daughter, Emberkin Aasimar Solar Oracle
Jawhar Dhakir, Aasimar Cleric of Sarenrae
Libris Mortis, Shadow Guard Oathbound Paladin (Oath against Undead)
Duraz Durak, Dwarf Monk of the Iron Mountain
Favor Swuavae, Half-Orc Kyton Bloodrager
Dr. Rowan Strayts, Human Alchemist, Backstory Separate
Varshala, Half-Orc Cleric of Shelyn
Bærwynnd, Elven Instructor Foresight Wizard
Drakoo, Kobold Unchained Rogue
Imoya, Ifrit Crossblooded Red Dragon/Primal Fire-blooded Sorcerer
As always, let me know if I missed you or made a mistake.
Checking the time after seeing the group head inside, Rowan realizes that he hasn't eaten since early that morning, and it's high time for his mandatory scheduled lunch break. Grabbing his things, he heads inside the tavern. Much like killing two birds with one stone, he can eat his food as well as keep an eye on the most obvious safety hazard around. He sits and orders whatever the place's special is for this time and eats, fiddling with his supplies, which he has set on the table, as he does.
What's the cut off time for this? I still have a submission but I'm at work. :(
Finalizing my submission. My crunch is in my profile and my background can be discerned from the following anecdote.
"It's like a joke, isn't it?" Bærwynnd asked. The red-eyed elf looked puzzled. Shaking the overwhelming fugue from his mind, he laughed.
The young gnome started to open her mouth several times and stopped before finally uttering, "What in the world are you talking about, Professor?"
He was a distracted by the beautiful waitress... at least I think she is beautiful, my eyes haven't quite come into focus today... who rushed by. "Hey there! Wine... eleven made, if you have any!" he pleaded not knowing if his order had registered with the maiden. "The start of your apprenticeship," he said with an ever-widening grin.
"Professor! An apprenticeship is very serious business! And I can assure you that I will do my absolute best to fulfill each and every requirement that you ask of me," Pfflÿs proclaimed with as much consternation as she could muster. She averted her eyes so as not to glare at her mentor. Her father had asked Bærwynnd to take her as his apprentice, and she could not disappoint him. She was the youngest of fourteen children, and the least charismatic of them all. No one in her village thought that she would amount to much of anything. It was her intellect that finally afforded her the opportunity to strike out and become something more than Pfflÿs, the absent-minded, day-dreaming, underachieving daughter of Pferynn, the Powerful.
The white haired elf grinned broadly, No, no. I mean it is like... 'A gnome and an elf walked into a bar...' You know, a classic joke. " He waited for her to laugh, or at least loosen up a little, but she just stare in disbelief. "Um... you need to lighten up. We shall certainly learn quite a bit about the ancient civilization that once existed here. And you will need to watch and listen... and hopefully learn. BUT! We will also have some fun and laughter too." The concern on the gnomes's face was evident. He had known the gnome and her parents for years. It was her father that asked him to train Pfflÿs as a wizard, and he would certainly fulfill his promise to protect her as well.
Bærwynnd considered the gnome for a long moment. He had been like her not too long ago. Always concerned about the next tidbit of information to memorize and the next incantation and subtle hand gestures to master that elusive spell. He was focused... actually I was high strung... no, more like, anxious... to be honest, I was so uptight that if you shoved a lump of coal up my... nevermind, back to the story. He was focused and headed for greatness.
Then he came upon Ghrezzd, his uncle on his mother's side and the famed Ice Wizard of Magnimar. As a young elf, everyone compared him to Ghrezzd. He was as smart as his uncle. He was dedicated like his uncle. He would stay up for days learning a new spell like his uncle. He was destined for greatness like his uncle. But his uncle had fallen from greatness. His dedication became an obsession. He studied every last detail of every spell every written. He worried that someone would discover The Consilience Spell. That spell, that one spell that would bring together all the greatest aspects of every school into a single incantation to unlock the mysteries of the arcane.
Bærwynnd had looked upon his uncle and knew that Ghrezzd had lost himself. He was crazed; he was a madman; HE WAS A FREAK!! um, sorry... continue. He was a madman trying desperately to achieve greatness in a world of goodness. He had lost sight of love; of laughter; of all the things that make life worth living. And so Bærwynnd decided, at that moment... while staring at the thin, pale creature that the fabled wizard had become... that he would not go down that path.
Bærwynnd forsook his assigned duty to become the next, best wizard. He decided to become the next, best explorer. To find the wonder in the world; to unlock its mysteries not with a sense of duty but with an appreciation of the beauties and the treasures that are locked away hidden in the world. hmm... speaking of beautiful. Where did that waitress go? I desperately need my wine!
The slender elf steps up upon the table and scans the Rusty Dragon for Ameiko. "What does an elf have to do to get a drink around here?!?"
The DM seems to have vanished.
Overwhelmed by the awesome-sauce!
So.... Wazzup, Waz Up? Any word on recruitment closing?
Since there's technically 20 minutes left of Friday on the West Coast of the US, I'll throw in an oddball. Here's Feng Jian, Hobgoblin hunter from Kaoling. :)
The life, death and after-life of a man now known as Libris Mortis
Life
He was a simple protector of a small, but now forgotten village in the mountains. There he learned and studied. Where he worked, played and enjoyed his quiet life. He was a man of faith, and he often regarded his deity before work or any other trial he had to face. Be it planting, studies, training, and the occasional bandit or goblin attack. He was regarded as a good and just man, friendly, diligent, trustworthy, and most of all, kind.
Death
As with all things, even the things one love, respect and adore, Time has a way of showing that the end comes for us all. One clear and sunny day, this had to happen to the hero of this small village. Goblins attacked, and like always, he prayed to his patron for the wisdom and the strength to protect his home. So, he ventured out to take on these goblins, unbeknownst to him, the goblins were hoarded by an ogre, and our hero could not stand against him. After defeating multiple goblins, he could not face the ogre, and he was slain. The blue, cloudless sky the last memory he recalls as the bliss of death took him
Undeath
Years went past, the town he knew faded to but a hushed whisper of those who knew what happened that day. When fate, destiny or just pure dumb luck, decided to play an Ace against Time. A small band of caravan survivors came across the story of the village with no name, and the hero who died valiantly to save it. With no clerics, priests or any form of divine guidance, they desperately tried to find a way to call forth this hero to save them from the bandits that sought to kill them. Their prayers, and pleads, their honest intentions reached the gods, and their wish was granted. Out of the earth and dust, rose their new protector. White as snow, fully formed, cleaned by the sun. The hero arose. But with no ties to the physical world, but his skeleton. The people were terrified, even the hero was. For he could not see the undead they were pointing at behind him, and his weapon was not close. Yet, after some time, did it occur to him, they meant him. He desperately tried to appease their fear, but to no avail. They ran. Leaving their possessions behind. In the end, the bandits did meet their defeat at his hand. Now he travels, trying to find meaning to his new (un)life. Even if he sometimes forget that he himself is not so alive
Well.... Here it is:
Lubella Heathertoes, Halfling Dawnflower Dervish Bard
Mr. Biggs Sparklefeet, Goblin Alchemist
Wisp Silvereyes, Halfling Djinni-Blooded Sorcerer
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Don Viega, Kobold Mysterious Avenger Swashbuckler
Rixa Glasso, Musetouched Aasimar Crossblooded Brass Dragon/Arcane-blooded Sorcerer
Grattfaulk, Human Invulnerable Rager Barbarian
Springle Hotforger, Lava Gnome Oracle
Ulrich Rovanky, Half-Orc Slayer
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Abrotriss Contrar, Emberkin aasimar School Savant Arcanist
Ruaidhrigh Katanalisko, Lava gnome Pyrokineticist
Mizzug, Half-Ogre Divine Paragon Cleric of Shelyn
Nuri Sun-Daughter, Emberkin Aasimar Solar Oracle
Jawhar Dhakir, Aasimar Cleric of Sarenrae
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Libris Mortis, Shadow Guard Oathbound Paladin (Oath against Undead), background separate
Duraz Durak, Dwarf Unchained Monk of the Iron Mountain
Favor Swuavae, Half-Orc Kyton Bloodrager
Dr. Rowan Strayts, Human Alchemist, Backstory Separate
Varshala, Half-Orc Cleric of Shelyn
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Bærwynnd, Elven Instructor Foresight Wizard
Drakoo, Kobold Unchained Rogue
Imoya, Ifrit Crossblooded Red Dragon/Primal Fire-blooded Sorcerer
As always, let me know if I missed you or made a mistake.
Total submissions: 24
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Here are my decisions, (may still be pending, so stick around I case someone doesn't show ;) )
Melee roles:
Libris mortis, Shadow gaurd Paladin.
Grattfaulk, Human Invulnerable Rager Barbarian
Arcane: Rixa Glasso, crossblooded sorcerer.
Divine: Mizzug, Half-Ogre Divine Paragon Cleric of Shelyn
Skill/suport:Drakoo, Kobold Unchained Rogue
Mr. Biggs Sparklefeet, Goblin Alchemist
I am creating a discussion and gameplay for you to dot in and we can begin fleshing your group out ^-^
YAY!
Best of luck to everyone who didn't get in for their future applications!
Have fun y'all!
Here are my decisions, (may still be pending, so stick around I case someone doesn't show ;) )
Melee roles:
Libris mortis, Shadow gaurd Paladin.Grattfaulk, Human Invulnerable Rager Barbarian
Arcane: Rixa Glasso, crossblooded sorcerer.
Divine: Mizzug, Half-Ogre Divine Paragon Cleric of Shelyn
Skill/suport:Drakoo, Kobold Unchained Rogue
Mr. Biggs Sparklefeet, Goblin Alchemist
I am creating a discussion and gameplay for you to dot in and we can begin fleshing your group out ^-^
Ah well. Have fun everyone!
hehehe, this'll be a blast!
Sadly waves goodby to those going on an adventures and turns to find his uncle to tell him of his sisters death.
Rowan finishes his meal and leaves the inn, going back out to the festival to do his job.
Best of luck, friends!