In terms of potential plot hooks, I imagine that the following could be useful:
1)Someone (probably an elf) who remembers Skerrin's past indiscretions in Korvosa makes trouble for him...
2)A hidden clause in the Ritual of Summoning comes into effect, and a powerful outsider that the Acadamae is beholden to comes to collect...
"I'm sorry miss. I did not mean to startle you. I am Rohan and this is Copperscale." He replies while nodding to the little creature standing next to him. Now that he is up close, you notice that he is very tall with smooth skin and light brown hair. The only thing that stands out is this strange gem on his forehead. He looks a bit unsure of himself, as if he wasn't normally the talkative type. His companion looks quite different. The one called Copperscale is small, about the size of a child if that. He looks like a gold wyrmling or drake that has not yet grown its wings. He also has the same type of gem on his forehead almost covering what seems to be a single copper scale(which would explain the name). He grins at you and has this energetic look to him. "Hi there! You can call me Copper. What's your name, pretty lady? And what is your name, mister elf?" The little creature asks while looking up and down at the two of them.
Vulf frowns slightly at the taller man and catches the woman softly helping her stand straight, handling her as gently as he could and steps up to the other man unsure of him. He wasn't intimitated by his size he was used to taller men around him however this one did seem different. For one there was that strange looking beast hanging around him, he decided to ignore it and focus on the woman.
"Are you ok miss?"
Zelaria lets out a decidedly feminine cry when the tattooed man touches her, appearing to jump and shiver slightly.
"Aye," she says softly, smiling despite her racing pulse and shallow breath. "Quite well, but as ever shamed that Desna did not include in her vision of me the grace many of my cousins have," she replies nervously.
Though somewhat embarrassed by her lack of attention and grace, she acknowledges the conversation between her previous partner and another new addition, her eyes darting nervously to the former. "I am Zelaria. I am a peer of the arcane, scholar of Desna's dreams and fortune teller. Well met, Rohan and Copper."
I would love to play in Runelords. All the Character details are in my profile
Basics:
Character: Deona Wen, Shoanti Oracle
Concept: Wanted to make a character that used the Life Mystery, and held her own protection of life above everything else.
Group Role: Healer, but with a strong emphasis on disabling during combat.
Class and Archetypes: Vanilla Oracle with Life Mystery and Clouded Vision Curse.
Backstory: See Profile
Before Rohan can respond to Zelaria, Copperscale interjects. "You're here for the festival like we are right? It is ever so much fun. Good food, good people, and great drink. We've been here for a few days now. Oh and my friend here was wondering about those pretty tattoos of yours." That last sentence eliciting a practiced eye rolling as though the larger friend wanted to be subtle about that inquiry.
Vulf visibly whitens at the reaction of the young woman Zelaria, he lets go hurriedly thinking he'd harmed her. Looking down he sees the child trying to hug him and has no idea what to do. Today was definitely not going his way.
"Ummmmmm..." he glances around looking for the child's parents finding none forthcoming he surrenders with a sigh. Looking towards the other two he addresses them.
"My name is Vulf, I'm new to the city and don't know your customs. Is this uh normal?" he glances down at the child and then secretly glances over at Zelaria wondering if he had ruined whatever was happening earlier. Listening to the more charismatic Rohan.
Zelaria shakes her head. "So far as I know, no," she answers Vulf, and smiles. "Festivals bring travelers from many places. They are... festive," she adds brightly.
She spares a glance for Copper and addresses Rohan when she answers him. "I've lived in Sandpoint for some years now, with Mama and Bjørn. Mama is at the booth, telling love fortunes," she bristles slightly with distaste for the subject. "My tattoos are the result of my studies and reflect and strengthen my magics."
Hi all Posting Character for approval.(will make alias in time.)
Name: Florin De Poisse
Concept: Foppish Son of a noble family seeking a life of fame and fortune.
Group roll: Face of the group, lots of skills and socialising.
Race/Class: Male Human Bard (Arcane Duelist)
Appearance: Hair is tied back with a length of silk, very clean complexion, nobleman’s moustache and neatly trimmed beard.
Wearing: Armour of the De poisse family household guard, (Heraldry is of a magical bottle with overflowing contents.)fur lined riding gloves and high boots with spurs.
Bio: The De Poisse family are wealthy land owners in Varisia. They made their money brewing alchemical substances and poisons in Cheliax and later decided to move north to become land barons. It is a life that until very recently has been very profitable. Florin is the only child of Marc and Anne De Poisse Current patrons of the family. As a child Florin was given every comfort. An education, fencing tutor, servants and the skills of diplomacy he would need to later run the estate. The one thing however that he was lacing was friends, so as he grew older he became more selfish and arrogant. Whilst he grew in age the fortunes of his family began to dip, the grounds were constantly being invaded by unsavoury creatures and characters and this put strain on Florins father. The breaking point came however when it came about that one of the scullery maids was pregnant with the illegitimate child of her and Florin, his father ever the tactful lord paid the maid to leave and sent florin away to “learn of the world and its people.” so equipped with the finest weapons and armour available Florin set out to learn of the world.
Crunch: FLORIN DE POISSE CR 1/2
Male Human (Chelaxian) Bard (Arcane Duelist) 1
LN Medium Humanoid (Human)
Init +2; Senses Perception +2
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DEFENSE
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AC 17, touch 13, flat-footed 14. . (+3 armor, +1 shield, +2 Dex, +1 dodge)
hp 8 (1d8)
Fort +0, Ref +5, Will +0
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OFFENSE
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Spd 30 ft.
Melee Masterwork Rapier +3 (1d6+1/18-20/x2) and
. . Unarmed Strike +2 (1d3+1/20/x2)
Ranged Crossbow, Light +0 (1d8/19-20/x2)
Special Attacks Bardic Performance (standard action) (7 rounds/day, Bardic Performance: Distraction, Bardic Performance: Fascinate (DC 13), Bardic Performance: Inspire Courage +1
Bard (Arcane Duelist) Spells Known (CL 1, +1 melee touch, +2 ranged touch):
1 (2/day) Hideous Laughter (DC 14), Vanish
0 (at will) Resistance, Light, Detect Magic, Read Magic
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STATISTICS
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Str 12, Dex 15, Con 10, Int 14, Wis 7, Cha 16
Base Atk +0; CMB +1; CMD 14
Feats Arcane Strike, Bard Weapon Proficiencies, City Born - Magnimar, Dodge, Weapon Finesse
Traits Fencer, Rich Parents
Skills Appraise +6, Bluff +7, Diplomacy +9, Intimidate +7, Knowledge: History +6, Knowledge: Nobility +6, Linguistics +6, Perception +2, Perform: Oratory +7, Sense Motive +2
Languages Common, Draconic, Elven, Gnome
SQ Bardic Performance: Rallying Cry (Su)
Combat Gear Bolts, Crossbow (10), Crossbow, Light, Masterwork Buckler, Masterwork Parade Armor, Masterwork Rapier; Other Gear Backpack, Masterwork (empty)
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SPECIAL ABILITIES
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Arcane Strike As a swift action, add +1 damage, +1 per 5 caster levels and your weapons are treated as magic for the purpose of overcoming damage reduction.
Bardic Performance (standard action) (7 rounds/day) Your performances can create magical effects.
Bardic Performance: Distraction (Su) Counter magical effects that depend on sight.
Bardic Performance: Fascinate (DC 13) (Su) One or more creatures becomes fascinated with you.
Bardic Performance: Inspire Courage +1 (Su) Morale bonus on some saving throws, attack and damage rolls.
Bardic Performance: Rallying Cry (Su) Replace your allies' saves vs. fear with your Intimidate check result.
Fencer +1 to hit with dagger or sword AoOs.
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HORSE, LIGHT CR 1
Male Horse
NN Large Animal
Init +2; Senses Low-Light Vision, Scent; Perception +6
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DEFENSE
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AC 11, touch 11, flat-footed 9. . (+2 Dex, -1 size)
hp 15 (2d8+6)
Fort +6, Ref +5, Will +1
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OFFENSE
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Spd 50 ft.
Melee Hooves x2 (Horse) -2 x2 (1d4+1/20/x2) and
. . Unarmed Strike +3 (1d4+3/20/x2)
Space 10 ft.; Reach 5 ft.
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STATISTICS
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Str 16, Dex 14, Con 17, Int 2, Wis 13, Cha 7
Base Atk +1; CMB +5; CMD 17 (21 vs. Trip)
Feats Endurance, Run
Tricks Come [Trick], Heel [Trick], Riding [Trick], Stay [Trick]
Skills Fly +0, Perception +6, Stealth -2
Languages
SQ Riding [Trick]
Other Gear Saddle (Military)
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SPECIAL ABILITIES
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Endurance +4 to a variety of skill checks. Sleep in L/M armor with no fatigue.
Low-Light Vision See twice as far as a human in low light, distinguishing color and detail.
Riding [Trick] The animal has been trained to bear a rider.
Run You run faster than normal.
Scent (Ex) Detect opponents within 15+ feet by sense of smell.
Plot hooks: The return of the maid, Someone blackmailing the family, an old gambling debt of my father, noble house rivalry.
Why are you at the Swallowtail Festival?
To experience local colour and to meet women.
What's your main motivation?
To make a name for myself as a great adventurer and hero.
What other motivations do you have?
Marry into a distinguished noble family and get rich.
What is your greatest fear?
Death.
What is your greatest wish?
To feel accepted and respected for my own endeavours.
What is the moral line you would never cross?
Torture and/or murder without a trial especially to a child.
What do you know of goblins?
“Filthy creatures. Didn’t McNeill the groundskeeper have a problem with them in the top field?”
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the petite aasimaar responds to Vulf in common with a trembling yet growing voice of cheer, i'm Lumi, i'm an angelspawn and a ward of the church. she initially flashes 10 fingers, tucks her left thumb and flashes the remaining 9 fingers a second time (19 fingers total) as she announces in a continued growing voice of cheer i'm this many
Rohan reflexively reaches for the gem in his forehead, but he stops when he realizes what he is doing."I understand, Zelaria. What do you know of this festival, why is it this time of year? I still do not know much despite being here for a few days."
"Oh! We are celebrating the reconstruction and opening of the cathedral. The former one... burnt," Zelaria seems to shy at the word, pursing her lips and glancing at her feet.
" Oh so its like mine" He grins and flexes one arm the tattoos flashing again silvery blue. He watches the two talk and wonders if he should leave but then again the woman had said something about performing together, something he was very intrigued about. He also felt a flash of jealousy go through him but he fought it down reminding himself that killing random people was not accepted in cities.
But then...he looks down at the little girl wondering if someone had taught her numbers wrong. She did not look as old as she was saying.
"Umm...Thats very nice."
He frowns listening to Zelaria's explanation wanting to reflexively fight off whatever was upsetting her and yet...she had reacted so strongly when he had just touched her. "Ah females in civilization are so confusing" he mutters to himself.
He frowns listening to Zelaria's explanation wanting to reflexively fight off whatever was upsetting her and yet...she had reacted so strongly when he had just touched her. "Ah females in civilization are so confusing" he mutters to himself.
Zelaria's eyes pop and she looks sideways at her first partner, feeling that her look is quite a bit different than that Iolana gave her before dismissing her from the booth.
"Pray forgive me, Vulf. I have not always been a resident of this city," she says softly. "My... memories of hospitality among the wilds are dulled by years of living among still stone walls."
She address Rohan and Copper. "It was my intention to stage a performance of sorts with Vulf, before you arrived. I thought to use minor illusion magics to stage a bit of a show for the travelers here. Will you be our audience?"
"Of course! We would love to be your audience. What kind of show are you doing?" The drake seemingly excited by the possibility of an entertaining show. Rohan nods his head in agreement.
"Dancing " Vulf grins up at the other man just noticing Zealaria's reaction and turns away hurriedly to go busy himself with grabbing up his weapon as he flushes crimson but making a note of it so he can maybe show off more to her. He flexes slightly his back muscles going taunt as he lifts the exotic looking weapon.
Zelaria bows her head to Rohan and Copper, then gestures for Lumi to step back. "Careful little one, I do not believe that his blades are bonded for performance," Zelaria warns.
She drops back behind Vulf as well, and summons her magics to create shadow figures vaguely resembling gremlins of ether, several of them around the fighter.
"Come one and all, witness the hero Vulf vanquish the scourge of Sandpoint!" she cries, and winks at her tattooed companion.
Rohan and his companion watch intently as the pair put on a show. Copperscale eyes are childlike as Rohan seems to study Vulf's fighting style. He seems to recognize a few of the techniques, but a few of them seem foreign to him.
Korganna Skullcracker was my character for Master of the Fallen Fortress (which died before the end of the adventure =( )
Plot Hooks:
#1 She's in town for the festival looking for a slaver that was reportedly in the area.
#2 She's in the area looking for fun, bar brawls can be fun, she loves throwing down with a strong opponent.
She's a Half Orc Battle Oracle of Gorum.
Vulf grins then throws his head back and howls twirling his swords and leaping to the attack showing off for the crowd, and he admits to himself to the girl, as he whirls and leaps. His tattoos flash their spectral blue as if in time to his pulse starting off in a steady beat rising to a rapid pace as the swords dip and shine in the sunlight as they pierce Zelaria's gremlins. He forgets the crowd and focuses only on the sword dance. For several minutes Vulf fights off the gremlins sometimes on the verge of losing only to surge back up with another howl of defiance, occasionally he leaps off the ground performing flips and dives, rolling into stabs to kill the shadowy monsters.
He finishes the dance when he kills the last gremlin and then bows to the crowd and then to Zelaria offering his sword to her in his tribes custom to woman. He glances up at her and winks at her underneath his dark locks of hair escaping from his braid, his body glistening in sweat after the long performance.
For a moment Zelaria looks at the sword, and the man bowing to her. He is an outsider, and the gesture looks queer, and she is not entirely certain what it means, but she leans down and touches the wrist of his sword hand tenderly.
"You look as though you have worked up quite a thirst, friend," she says softly. "I haven't enough coin to treat you to a drink, but I would like to share one with you." she offers and smiles brightly.
Vulf stands up and smiles shyly at the girl and whispers to her "I would like that very much" and looks down at her hand touching his wrist. He doesn't think she would know of his tribes customs but for the moment he wished they were there for she was showing favor in his performance indicating she was interested in him as a mate. But then again it is the civilized lands and things were different here.
He looks then over to the little girl and nods to her and looks over to Zelaria asking her " Will you come with me to this opening maybe we can have a drink later on me. We certainly have enough coin for that" he gestures to the coins littering the street now.
When the performance is over, Rohan claps his hand slowly in respect while walking towards them. Copperscale rushes over to the pair full speed. "That was excellent. You two work well together." The human says."Yea, we should all go get drinks to celebrate!" Exclaims the drake while licking his lips with his forked tongue.
Zelaria blushes and nods. "I should speak to Mama, first," she tells him. "Would you like to come with me?"
Vulf flushes darkly at the little drakes words and busies himself with looking around at other things as long as he wasn't looking at the reaction of Zelaria to the drakes words. but then upon hearing her request he nods to her still blushing. Huh. Yet another custom has risen up in her request, maybe things her in civilized places and cities things weren't too different
"I'm sure she'll say yes. Mothers love me. Of course we would like to come with you." Copper responds."Would not hurt to make another friend in this city. Lead the way, Zelaria." Rohan agrees.
I hope that those who are already RPing arent going to auto get in. Dair is a character I've played in a few other games that never went very far, so I have his personality and motivations already worked out.
Why are you at the Swallowtail Festival? Dairkal is a part of the entertainment
What's your main motivation? Dair desires to become one of the best entertainers in Varisia, if not the Inner Sea.
What other motivations do you have? Despite having recently settled down, Dair still possess a strong wanderlust and wants to see more of the world. More immediately, he wants to earn a nightly performance spot on the stage on the Cracktooth's stage.
What is your greatest fear? Enslavement, or being forced to stay in one place.
What is your greatest wish? To visit all the major and even a lot of the minor cities of the Inner Sea and beyond in order to learn from and entertain in them all.
What is the moral line you would never cross? As a pretty goodhearted person, there's a lot Dair would never do. But the biggest would be to knowingly help slavers or own slaves himself.
What do you know of Goblins? Dair and his mentor have run across a few of these foul creatures during their travels, once needing to fight them, and once being able to talk their way past.
Zelaria is slightly flustered. When she had left Mama's booth, she had not imagined that Desna would guide her to such a diverse group of travelers. She bites her lower lip and nods. "Very well, she was appearing some what lonely this morning. Please, do come." she invites.
Zelaria leads the group to Iolana's booth. She is currently serving a customer, a stranger that Zelaria does not recognize. Zelaria stops the group with a gesture, accidentally touching Vulf's stomach when she reaches back.
"We should pause here a while," she tells the group. "Reading the cards is intensely personal, and requires concentration, and respect."
"Of course. We will respect her work." Rohan says as he stops Copper from bounding into the room.
Vulf blushes looking down at Zelaria's hand becoming quickly flustered and occupys himself by asking her.
" What kind of magic is this? Is it like a shaman reading your totem spirit?"
He looks down at her and smiles then looks around at everyone else smiling thinking that the spirits did indeed have fun steering him towards these people.
"No magic," Zelaria corrects calmly. "Desna guides her hands and chooses the customer's cards. The cards indicate a possible future, as though a dream," Zelaria explains, her sweet voice sounding like a song.
Zelaria turns and smiles at Vulf, removing her hand from his stomach. "Totem spirits? I am unfamiliar with the term, will you tell me more about them?"
No wories mg, no one is garaunteed a slot, I told them they could feel free to work on concepts and I'd watch their styles.
Vulf seems puzzled by her explanation but grins at her question feeling happy to explain his past to her.
"Totem spirits are the guiding force behind each of my tribes members. It guides us along our path in life, battle, the hunt, regular day to day happenings. Even leading us to special people in our lives." he grins at her shyly.
"When we reach the age of ten we go before the shaman and he reads our sprits and we receive our totem sprits and our first tattoo. Thus signalling our first step into adult life."
Zelaria purses her lips and nods. At the age of ten... her lips twitch in a frown. At the age of 10 she was still sneaking into Iolana and Bjørn's bed. The everburning torch he had placed beside her bed had helped, somewhat, but the stillness and the quiet had not yet ceased to bother her. In most ways, they still had not.
"Like Desna sending Her dreams," Zelaria says. Curious that I have received none about these travelers, but... Desna does favor them.
"So there are many like yourself in your homeland, Vulf?" she asks. "What distinguishes your tattoos from others?"
"I've heard of this god. Is this your god?"[b] he asks her.
He grimaces and visibly winces at her question.[b]"Actually there are none like me, I am a half elf, all the others were pure elves in my tribe and that is why I'm here. As to the tattoo question, well males in our society only receive tattoos when we perform an honorable kill either in war, hunting, or in a duel of honor. Woman are much the same but I don't know how else they receive tattoos."
"Yes, she is the goddess of travel. She blessed me when I worked as a sailor. She brought great luck to us during our travels." Rohan comments, listening to Vulf talk about his tribe. "You know its because I'm a good luck charm right and not just because of the Dreamer, right?" Copper retorts.
Zelaria pales and dips her head low when Vulf grimaces and seems to be in pain. "Pray pardon me," she says softly. "It was not my intent to cause you pain," she apologizes.
She looks nervously to her Mama, who was not, biologically. She and Bjørn were as close as she knew, or remembered as family. Without them... Zelaria would have nothing. She could not imagine what her life would be like with none close.
"It must have been very lonely."
Vulf shrugs "Had grandfather, he taught me our ways, but he never really..I don't know. He was on the council when the elders cast me out. So now I am here and I get to meet all of you. Plus if I make myself worthy enough I will be accepted back. He taps his tattoos indicating the several tattoos running across his chest, collar bones and arm.
He looks down at her and lays a hand lightly on her shoulder. "Dont be sad, if I had stayed there would never have met all a man with a dragon as a pet, or even an Angelspawn? Or you." he whispers the last part to her then takes a step back observing the girls mother, a shaman in equal terms according to his tribe.
"He is not my pet, Vulf. He is my friend, my best friend actually. We've been through more than I can remember. But I understand your point. The only way to experience life is to go out and live it. Or so I'm told." Rohan objects. Copperscale attempts to scrunch up his face as though he were angry, which is easier said then done for him. But hearing his friend stand up for him, he calms down quickly. It seems as though calling him a pet is the one thing that could upset the perky little wyrmling.
"Oh my mistake." he nods to the wyrmling not quite understanding the explanation but just smiles and hopes he hasn't offended anyone.
"It is quite alright, it is hard to understand for anyone who does not know magic. It took me a long time to understand what Copperscale is. I just wanted to clear up any confusion." He replies.