This campaign is invite only (at this point) for the Snows of Summer / Reign of Winter campaign.
Players - please post what characters you want to use. We are starting with first level folks.
I do not have a strong preference on playtest characters (which is how they are out now, I thought?).
I do not understand your question on which firearms rules are in effect. Please clarify.
Emerging firearms.
Playtest is allowed as this is a friendly game, but I don't have the rules for them (so links would be appreciated if it ever matters).
Do we want 4 or 5 players for this?
I have a 3rd player who should be showing up soon. So far we have an Inquisitor.
What other classes do you want?
It looks like the other two invites I sent out are "no response".
Do any of you guys know of two more steady players?
If not, I will open it up for recruitment on the forums.
We have another fellow heading over soon.
I think there ought to be at least one melee heavy fellow or lass, but it is entirely up to you.
Need one more.
I have the best of both worlds for you, a melee-heavy lass ;)
I was planning on a Melee ranger, so that'll fit well. I'll have it built and make an alias soon.
OK. I think we have 5 players, but it can be challenging knowing that for sure with people swapping alias for different campaigns.
I count the following:
half orc inquisitor
an unknown from "The Black Dragon"
A witch or a skald from DaWay
Undine Inquisitor
A melee ranger.
Sing out if I double counted anyone and prepare your characters. I will kick this thing off tomorrow night if we actually have 5.
We are on hold for a brief moment or two. I made a mistake on the 2 players I was recruiting. I thought that Calah was the first person to respond on the recruitment tab, although under a different alias.
So I am giving the first responder a chance to play. If he responds in a reasonable amount of time, he is in.
The confirmed players at this point are:
Victasys Songdeath (an Inquisitor)
Lhug-Mohr the Black Dragon (who still needs to pick a class)
DaWay (who is either an Oracle or a Skald)
Alistus (a melee Ranger)
I apologize for the error on the extra players. My bad. We will get it cleaned up and moving forward soon.
It happens. I planned on building a stonelord but seeing as calah already has someone prepared and raring to go I will bow out and let her. Keep me in mind next time ya put up a pbp and I might just duck in and toss in a character without all the misunderstandings :)
I will likely have some flavor of gunslinger.
Oscillating wildly. Looking at bard (archaeologist) ranged. Barring that, urban melee ranger.
Havoc - make what you want.
Calah is not it the game at this point (Havocprince is the 5th player, Calah is the 6th).
Restructured Sten Bouldershoulder to meet requirements. Again I am not going for psf credit so don't worry about that. I am just going to have fun playing in this ap and I hope everyone else does as well.
Ok sorry, that leads to another question, are these characters needing to be pfs characters? If not i'll just break out a 1st level version of my ranged paladin Ianto and be ready to play. Hes just 4th or 5th now from gencon.
We now have 5 players. They are:
Alistair, a human ranger.
Victasys, a half orc inquisitor.
BoulderShoulder, a dwarf paladin.
DaWay, who indicated a winter witch, but needs to post.
N'Haaz-aua, who is undecided.
The characters do not need to be PFS but I will grant PFS experience where appropriate.
We will level at appropriate times for the modules, rather than track detailed experience.
So - N'Haax-aua (who wins the prize for the most un-typeable name) and DaWay - post a character and off we go. Let me know who you are if you change aliases!
Two paladins can be fun with the differing views on things. Who is Ianto's deity?
The adventure begins in the sweltering summer of Taldor. The five of you are sitting morosely in a bar (the only bar, actually) in the small village of Heldren. It is a dry place, mostly surrounded by forest. There are some fields scratched out around the edge of town, and a few more adventurous (or desperate) farmers live further out near the edge of the dark wood.
Most of you are here because the caravan you were guarding ceased to exist when they sold their goods and the merchant rode into the sunset with his cash and a few guards on fast horses (after paying you off, of course).
To the northwest lies Oppara, to the southeast, Zimar. Both more days on foot that you care to contemplate. Yet the prospects of employment here seem a bit bleak too. What would your Mother say if she could see you now?
Feel free to move about and introduce yourselves.
A young woman of obvious Jadwiga decent walks into the meeting and calmly sits down. She peers at the odd group from two different colored eyes beneath the calm mane of platinum blonde hair.
Two paladins can be fun with the differing views on things. Who is Ianto's deity?
DaWay - no worries about finalizing till this weekend. We are going to be starting slow at first. I am OK with a changling, as long as we don't have a party full of odd races. Still a witch, I assume?
Ianto - sent you a PM.
We will have a 6th player joining us by special request. Hopefully he pops in soon.
Anyone who would like can make a knowledge (local) roll or a diplomacy roll to see if you have dug up any info or rumors on the area from your time spent drinking.
Sten sits in a small corner, watching and searching the crowd with his eyes. Just having spent the last of his meager funds on the bowl of watered down soup and small hunk of bread, he is already looking for the next employment opportunity, the next leg of his trip moving him ever closer to his ancestral lands. He watches still as a small group of people, many he recognizes from the caravan detail, gather for a game of cards.
As you play and eat (and we wait for players to finish their characters) you hear a variety of tales from the bartender and other patrons.
First, the nights are unseasonably cold for this time of year. In fact, it is not as hot during the day as it might be. To the southwest it is even colder in the Border Wood - some say it has even snowed there! Of course, only those lunatics who are touched in the head, or are rangers, go into the Border Wood anyway.
Second, Old Man Dansby claims someone keeps stealing from his fields. His farm lies close to the Border Wood, where he claims half his crops had died off from frost and the rest have been carried off.
Third, a local farmer's son has fallen ill; he claims he fell through the ice over Wishbone Creek (as if there could be ice there now - it isn't that cold). When asked why he was there, he said he was following a white stag in the forest, and followed it only after he heard it talking.
Fourth, a badly wounded mercenary arrived in town on a lathered horse. He claimed to be a guard of the Lady Argentea Malassene. He told the village council (a loose group of elders) that the noblewoman's escort came under attack near the Border Wood - attacked by bandits and strange wintery creatures. He alone escaped, and the Lady was dragged into the forest by the assailants.
Fifth, there is a group of Rangers in the Border Wood that keep the place clear of bandits. They must be doing a poor job if a noblewoman is attacked along the road!
Last, a local hunter name Dryden Kepp claimed he saw a giant white weasel on High Ridge in the forest. But the folk all claimed Dryden had been nipping the homebrew a bit too hard. Enraged, Dryden stalked off, vowing to trap the creature and prove the villagers wrong.
As you continue to play cards and talk to the locals, strong winds blow in from the southwest, bringing with them a strong chill. The temperature plummets, and snowflakes blow in through the window for a few moments, then it warms up a bit (but not to where it was before).
The bartender looks uneasily at his patrons, who (in turn) look scared. Probably even you...
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"Barkeep, can you mark on this map the places that these incidents occurred? Enjoy your cards, i'm going to head out to the hinter farms to see whats causing the disturbance. For one, Erastil's herald is known as the Grim White Stag. It has the appearance of a gigantic white stag with branches in place of its antlers and vines wrapping around its legs. If his herald has arrived it could be a great or terrible omen.".
Makeshift map in hand, he hefts his pack and steps on his bow to stretch the string into place.
Mister? I am sorry I didn't catch your name... She asks Ianto, Would you care to escort a lady such as myself along your journeys. She touchs Ianto's shoulder, her hand is cold to the touch.
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Ianto does not presume that Erastil would send a herald, even for a great evil. But he feels he must investigate in case he is mistaken and moves with a deliberate sense of urgency. Some evil is at hand, and the illness and missing noble are troubling.
"Any capable hands are welcome to come along. I'm sure the council will appreciate your assistance if it is money you desire. Or there might be adventure if that is what you seek. I, for one, am hoping to find better food."
"Is there anywhere in town we can pick up a coat? I was not expecting a blizzard this time of year," however it is clear the amount of earth on his clothing might afford some measure of warmth.
"So the Border Wood, and Old Man Dansby's place is near there," studying the map and talking to anyone who is near. "Then there was the local farmer's son who has fallen ill, near Wishbone Creek. Let's see, where is that in relation to the Wood? And the local hunter Dryden Kepp, where does he live? He claimed he saw a giant white weasel on High Ridge, let's see where that is in relation to the others."
"And what about these rangers, I did he mark a permanent base for them? Or likely camp sites?"
"That badly wounded mercenary arrived in town, we should visit him and his horse before we go, but quickly. Has anyone heard of this Lady Argentea Malassene?"
Roughly plotting a likely course linking the locations on the map, he looks to the others for agreement before heading out to visit the mercenary and the stable.
DaWay
DrGabe
Jellyroll
Alistair, the Winter Wanderer
Cadell
Gravedigger Ianto
Gravedigger Ianto -
Lhug-mor, "The Black Dragon"
