Male Human (Irishman) HP 9/9: SAN 37/30 Missionary - Spiritualist
Colt enters the room taciturn as always. He bows just enough to show proper respect without standing out, and as always uses as few words as possible. "Water", he whispers when asked what he wishes to drink. He keeps his eyes down and seems to be concentrating on his meal, but his light grey eyes, and sharp ears take in all. He quietly finds his more boisterous companions antics a bit humorous, but you would never know from his stony countenance.
He is a bit surprised that the holy servant of Sarenrae casting spells obviously in the presence of the Sun God-Emperor, but since it seemed to cause no trouble he returned to his meal...waiting...
Drats...I had a nice history typed up, but lost it somehow. I promise I'll redo it early this week.
Casfi'azair sighs and smiles slightly at Sha'llae, noticing her clear disdain for the emperor. He, too, wishes he could say more. As Sha'llae lays in his lap and nibbles his ears, he tenses up. His face contorts slightly, and the fact that Emilia is also shooting lustful looks, as well as winks and kisses, doesn't help. Casfi'azair lifts his glass and shakes it a bit, "May I have some water please?" He asks in a growingly shaky tone of voice, "On second thought, make it wine. STRONG wine... perhaps even a stout ale!"
Sha'llae smiles at him and beckons a server over. The young man brings over a fine glass of some extremely strong honey wine.
"Careful sweetie, this drink would knock a dwarf flat in a few seconds. She chuckles a bit. "Who's your friend over there? And please tell me she's not joining us tonight." The elf smiles and kisses Casfi passionately, not really caring that they are in public. "Why have that honey wine when you can have my kisses?" She asks him.
Casfi'azair attempts to speak, but is muffled by Sha'llae's kissing. He manages to pull away for a moment and sighs, "She's just a companion! I--ugh... can I have my drink please? He does not take a sip, but instead gulps down the honey wine. "Mmmm.... Tastes... strong." Casfi'azair then looks at the rather disgusting dish they have just been served. He grimaces at the roasted rodent.
Rolling fortitude check to determine whether Casfi'azair is affected by chugging down his honey wine:1d20 + 0 ⇒ (16) + 0 = 16
Rolling willpower check to determine whether Casfi'azair finds the roasted rodent disgusting enough to warrant puking or not:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
Leaf looks curiously at the roasted rodent, takes a whiff, then a bite. As she chews thoughtfully, her eyes narrow a bit.
"It needs...something." she says absentmindedly. "Hey! Emilia! taste this and tell me what you think." She gets a fresh piece of roasted rodent meat and offers it to the monkish inquisitor (or would it be an inquisitive monk?).
Fair warning, this might take a turn for the bizarre.
that's perfectly fine, weird is just plain out fine for me. It's only my sense of decency that keeps things sane at the table... that's the problem when to roleplaying with one's boyfriend...
*blushes*
Male Probably human Computer Scientist 1/ Character Synthesizer 20/ Crazy 99
Mystic_Snowfang wrote:
that's perfectly fine, weird is just plain out fine for me. It's only my sense of decency that keeps things sane at the table... that's the problem when to roleplaying with one's boyfriend...
*blushes*
Then I probably shouldn't tell you why I tend to play female characters, (Well, the long version anyway, the short one is bad things keep happening to my male characters.) Don't worry, it's nothing too bad, it's just that my mind can connect things in really odd ways...
Cerdyn looked cautiously at the burnt rodent, deciding that while it wasn't to her tastes and stuffed it into her sack, maybe it would be better appreciated among the poor.
Cer noticed some of her other caravaneers enjoying the company of whores, (this would be her interpretation of the situation) something that went against her whole sense of existance, with her being celebate and all. Though she diapproved she understood that forcing her beliefs of celebacy onto other was hardly fair.
Female Tiefling (asura-spawn) Master of Many Styles 3/Inquisitor Heretic 3
Leaf on the Wind wrote:
Leaf loosens up a little, passes off the moment of disgust as just being a little ill from the heat, if anyone asks. bluff:1d20+2
She tries some of the dishes, taking a liking to anything spicy.
** spoiler omitted **
"I'm just taking taking in the scenery, Leaf. I am already quite pleased to be here, in the company of such interesting companions!" As the entree arrives, she smiles delightedly. "That looks wonderful! I do wish I knew anything about cooking..." She takes the proffered piece of meat from the Gnome with a mild look of relief, as she hadn't quite figured out how to approach the roasted creature. She dips her head to pull the piece of meat from the gnomes hand with a graceful snake-like motion, and her eyes smile thankfully into the monk's own as she does so.
She chews the meat thoughtfully and her eyes flutter with delight. The Tiefling seems to almost purr at the sensation and flavors offered to her, and briefly forgets she was asked a question. "I think I'll have to thank the chef myself, if I get the chance. Emilia says, happily. "Oh, I'm sorry Leaf. Actually, I think it's excellent, but I've always had strange tastes. Emilia was raised by Devils, so her tastes can be rather difficult to offend, considering the varieties of cuisine she's dined on. And as far as an cleric of Calistria goes, Emilia is well aware that there a great many different ways to worship the goddess, and will aim to no infringe on the interpretations of a fellow worshiper. She'll respect the couple if it's the wish of a sister of the faith, but she's more than interested in getting to know another follower, in a great deal of ways (not simply carnally! *winks*)
"Come on love, I know it looks rather terrifying, but it's really quite good. She tells him. "Just one bite love, you don't want to offend our host. She pauses and then begins speaking in elvish.
"Vaelina, air'm bry sar shar. Por o shor sai orael ei tal shai sol ci air kyr? Vaeri, Ai ply's shor sai mi o aezaeleraer jhyli. Ais o oreal cos, ci'jh jhojaelia cali o colaer. Ai ply's sol Ai tyr pai shaer sai jholi shoryr o. Ai cryn tal'm ei pastol thyr eil eisyndral eir caer, sher shi tal's jhaer cos cyrn shi sol sar." She looks at him, her eyes gentle and pleading. Ai eis olia shysol thys cos shaelari Ai caern o shyr shi tystol caesi. Eil o eilar baer tia caer maerai. The elven woman leans up and sucks on one of his eartips again.
anyone who knows elvish well enough can understand them
translation:
Really, it's not that bad. And do you want to offend a man who thinks he is a god? Please, I don't wish to see you executed love. If you offend him, he'll likely have you killed. I don't think I could do well to live without you. I know that man's a damming fool and arrogant as hell, but we can't let him know we think that.
I am only working for him because I knew you would be coming here. And you always need my help sweetie
Sha'llae follows less the lust and more the trickery of the goddess, and more often than not well justified revenge. As in, you hurt Casfi and you will wish you were never born.
..."Oh, I'm sorry Leaf. Actually, I think it's excellent, but I've always had strange tastes....
"Same here, or at least I've been told that," Leaf smiles a bit mischievously as she continues, "I took a likin' to spicy foods while I was bein' raised. Most people I adventure with tend to not let me cook."
Leaf continues munching on small morsels of the second course as she begins talking about the taste and texture of different peppers and spices, getting significantly more animated as she goes and forgets about her surroundings.
During the trip here, the rest of the party would probably have heard Leaf's obsession with all things spicy, foods, spices, and drinks. In all likelihood they have probably learned why most of the people she's adventured with refuse to let her cook (she's not bad, but her definition of "mild" is a bit skewed, as in mild for Leaf = Hellfire for most people).
Female Tiefling (asura-spawn) Master of Many Styles 3/Inquisitor Heretic 3
For someone who has experienced hellfire as part of her early life, Emilia might have different standards for what she constitutes as hell-fire than most people. =p
Emilia enjoys listening to leaf tirade, but quickly perks up as her ears hear the familiar musical tongue of the elves, taking in nuances of the words. She smiles as she considers the situation she's found herself in, and wonders how events will play out.
Out of curiosity as well as for continuities sake, what language are you using for elvish, Mystic? Google translate has failed me. T_T
Kujoe looks down at the food and grimaces he whispers to himself "Is this edible" before trying to scarf it down.
Fort save: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (15) + 13 = 28
It tastes surprisingly like the dark meat of chicken, flavoured with strong spices and orange. It really doesn't taste as bad as you look, so long as you avoid looking at the face.
As the roasted rodents are finished up the next meat course is brought in. Each person is given a small plate of live baby eels and a container of boiling oil. There are tongs, court members dig in eagerly plunging the live eels into the oil, then dipping them in a very hot sauce before eating them.
"Bottoms up, I guess." Leaf picks up an eel, follows the others' lead and tries a new dish.
Do I need to make a fort save if this would put Leaf ill at ease trying? if so 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23
How hot is that sauce in real world terms? from Jalapeno to Ghost Chili?
If she loves animals, I don't think she'd be pleased with boiling them alive in oil and eating them whilst they're dying in screaming horrible pain, and considering gnomes can talk to animals.... I'd say take some sort of penalty to your will save (not fort)
as for the hot sauce... BLAIR’S 16 MILLION RESERVE hot
hottest sauce in the worldwell, maybe a little diluted
Female Tiefling (asura-spawn) Master of Many Styles 3/Inquisitor Heretic 3
Emilia's eye brow raises at the screams of the burning young eels, but doesn't break her seemingly light and merry attitude. She deftly snaps the neck of the eels in her hands with subtle martial skill as she dips the eel quickly in the oil with her bare hands, disguising the merciful end to the creatures and counting on her high tolerance to heat to protect her in the process.
Bluff check:1d20 + 21 ⇒ (9) + 21 = 30 "This is beginning to feel like home." The tiefling's broad smile does not betray her, but the young hellspawn is beginning to feel as if her statement isn't a complete deception.
If she loves animals, I don't think she'd be pleased with boiling them alive in oil and eating them whilst they're dying in screaming horrible pain, and considering gnomes can talk to animals.... I'd say take some sort of penalty to your will save (not fort)
as for the hot sauce... BLAIR’S 16 MILLION RESERVE hot
hottest sauce in the worldwell, maybe a little diluted
She has the trait "Devotee of the Green", so yeah guess the penalty is pretty steep. Just use the throw above, her Will and Fort saves have the same bonus.
The eel that you have picked up is still alive after being fried, it writhes in horrible pain. The poor creature's pain is only worsened by the dipping in hot sauce. It's very gut wrenching and quite unbearable for anyone who cares about animals.
Leaf tears up as she goes through the first two steps, but can't bring herself to eat it. She leans towards Emilia and whispers, "How? How do you do it?" She shivers from holding back the tears as she tries to make herself as small as possible.
Female Tiefling (asura-spawn) Master of Many Styles 3/Inquisitor Heretic 3
Emilia shivers inside as she hears the words, and a particularly unpleasant memory if brought about by the shrieking of the eels. She summons her resolve to block out the memory and musters her discipline against the feelings it stirs in her. 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26
Emilia growls softly and hisses back. "Like an animal. To survive, if I have to, and so will you. If you fall apart now, it may be you on the chopping block. Compassion for the poor creatures is to end their suffering, and make their sacrifice part of you. Don't let them go to waste." She snatches the eel from the gnomes hand and quickly ends it's suffering, quietly, subtly, and quickly eats it. She weaves the subtle spectacle into the punchline of a story, and also slips a hidden apology into it's end to the gnome. I am sorry, but it must be done. Keep yourself together, friend.
Bluff to deliver hidden message:1d20 + 21 ⇒ (2) + 21 = 23
Bluff to pawn off the interchange as a story.1d20 + 21 ⇒ (7) + 21 = 28
I'm sorry... Leaf tries to kill the eel before dropping it into the grease.
Spoiler:
(Will save to do it. 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13. Well, that fails.)
She moves a little as she attempts to reach for the bowl, but stops.
"I think I'll save room for the next course. I'm a little worried that I'll lose a hand trying this one." Leaf weakly smiles as she says this. In that she was also trying to pass a message back to Emilia: I'll try.
Bluff to deliver the message:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12
Bluff to pass it off as friendly banter:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
One of the noble ladies notices that Leaf is uneasy about eating the live eels.
"It seems that our tiny friend has been outwitted by a fish, she's far to clumsy to catch even one. I would like to see her attempt combat, for she must be a very poor monk indeed. I am sure they keep her around only as dragon fodder." She says to her friends, loud enough for the several people, including Leaf, to hear. The other nobles around her laugh.
Casfi'azair finishes the rodent dish quickly, thanks in part to getting a little woozy from gulping down that pint of honey wine. It was decent enough, nothing like the exquisite culinary sensations of Elven cooking, though. The eel dish is served, and Casfi -- still in his slightly inebriated state -- is cognizant enough to feel disgusted at the prospect of boiling live eels to death. He wiped his mouth with his napkin and looked away from the writhing live eels, "I apologize, but... I seem to have gotten full! Yes, I think that delectable rodent was enough for me. Must watch my figure, you see. Yes."
The same noble woman kept a keen eye on the other adventurers. Among the snakepit that the emperor called a court, she seemed to be one poison fanged viper.
"And of course, a stupid elf would not have any sensibilities when it comes to fine dining. He is even worse than the gnome. Really, I do not know why the emperor hired such incompetents, they cannot even kill an eel. At least the humans among them are strong willed. See dears, this is another example of human supremacy."She paused and looked right at Casfi'azair. "I am sure this elf doesn't even know who his mother is, or maybe the woman on his lap is his mother. A race that worships a fake whore goddess is amusing, not that there are any other gods but our emperor."
Sha'llae also pushed away the eels, as cold as she could be at times boiling baby creatures wasn't her idea of a good time.
"Shar ei shel os tar tys air, pastil shysia tar." She paused and eyed the noble lady as she insulted the gnome.
Then the woman let loose a spout of insults Sha'llae's eyes burned with hatred. It was not wise to anger a worshiper of the goddess of revenge. In court Sha'llae would remain calm. However it was likely things would end poorly for that woman.
Translation:
What a bunch of mast this court is, damming wormy mast.
Casfi'aszair scowls at the woman, his fully green eyes narrowing in anger without blinking, "You should really watch your tongue. Despite all your wealth and so-called 'nobility,' those could never take place for your lack of manners and honor." Casfi'azair smirks in smug pleasure, anticipating the sheer pleasure of his stinging words to one who so rightly deserved them, "In fact. I'm quite sure that your own mother is nothing more than one of the old, withered whores wandering about in your streets, offering diseased pleasures with her gaping toothless mouth. Or perhaps not, because if your mother weren't so terrible at offering oral pleasures... you probably would not have been born."
Leaf's face gets even redder as she starts to anger at the insults being hurled. She then hears Casfi give out a tongue lashing to the noblewoman. First shock, then a wide smile covers her faces as she begins to giggle uncontrollably.
(to Casfi in Elven)"W-we ar-are g-g-going to pay for th-th-that, but that was funny."
Still giggling, Leaf turns to gauge the reaction of the noblewoman.
Female Tiefling (asura-spawn) Master of Many Styles 3/Inquisitor Heretic 3
1d20 + 15 ⇒ (8) + 15 = 23 perception
Emilia wears a broad but tight-lipped and terrifying smile as she gazes at the noblewoman with a glimmer of dark hunger in her eyes. "I am glad my goddess amuses the nobility of the court. Perhaps the lady would like to accompany to my chambers when I retire for the evening and I could amuse her further?"
In Elvish:
"I would take great pleasure in hearing that woman beg forgiveness in Calistria's name.
Kujoe takes no part in the arguments being passed around the table but does quietly listen to what is going on around him "What have I gotten myself into this time" he says silently to himself.
The noble ladies are gossiping about who they think both you and Shae'llae have slept with. Apparently these people are proof of the saying small minds talk about other people
"Now, now, I think the girl doesn't need to be tortured. Instead, I think a little lesson in humility would work. Any ideas?" Leaf looks at the Tiefling with a grin plastered on her face that no good can come of.
Leaf is feeling a good bit more herself after that. Although, she avoids looking at the people still frying the live eels.
You overhear the same things that Emilia hears, with a bit of court gossip thrown in. Apparently some Baron caught his wife in bed with a Lord, and a challenge had been issued.
The last of the eels are cleared away and finally dessert is brought. It is a sorbet made from mixed fruit and wine, and has been drizzled with honey. There is also a sampling of various nut, honey and pastry dishes including what looks like Baklava.
"The emperor calls us here for a task and he has told us nothing about it I hope we get on with it soon I am not taking a liking to this city or region for that matter." Kujoe thinks still keeping quiet and trying to be polite.
'Geez,' thought Cerdyn, 'will this feast ever, there's people starving outside and these few nobles get all they need and more.'
Though knowing she could hardly put the dessert in the bag, 'too messy,' she ate it, slowly.
Cer turned to Kujoe, "So what do you make of all this, a bit much, right?"
"There are people outside dying of hunger and illness and we sit here and feast it isn't right, I have my suspicions of the emperor but we will see soon enough if we come to aid a good cause" Kujoe says to Cerdyn quietly enough that none else other than those with keen ears around him would be able to hear. Kujoe sits back in his chair and thinks he does not have any desert and will wait until the emperor or someone speaks until moving a budge.
The Emperor stands and eyes the gathered heros, then he claps his hands and has his daughter brought forward. Gossip around the court is that she's the child of one of his concubines, an elf who ended up rather mysteriously dead a few weeks ago. The girl doesn't seem to be more than sixteen, and even that's being generous.
"Hear and listen, for your god speaks. My words are my will, and are law to be obeyed in deed and in heart." He began, as he spoke he sounded even more full of himself than he sounded on paper. "This is one of my children, a daughter of the sun. She is to travel to a neighbouring land, across the waters, to marry a man to whom I have given her in marriage. You are to protect her and the handmaids that travel with her, from all threats. You will depart tomorrow, and travel on imperial coin."
The princess in question looked less than pleased with her position, in fact she looked quite terrified about the whole thing.
I will be using the classes, races and everything from Pathfinder. Rules are the same. However, the world is my own. Okay, the geography is my own. The run is based heavily on Role Playing, and less heavily on rolls.
One more thing, rules are basic and stats are based on rolling 4d6 and dropping the lowest number. Any rolls that would mean your character is unable to function (such as rolling four ones and having a character that is brain dead or delayed as a result, I'll be nice and allow you to bump it up to the point where they are just horribly stupid)
You are allowed to pick two traits each.
The game starts with everyone at level five.
Each character gets 1000 gold to outfit their character, this includes a mount. Don't worry about gold on the actual run, since all expenses will be paid for.
A letter your PC receives before the game starts:
To <your PC’s name here>
According to the undying and flawless Will of the Divine Mage Emperor, Avatar of the sun and life to his people, Virkyias Rovarian you have been summoned to attend his court. He wishes that the best and brightest of adventurers come and prostate themselves before him and praise his name for the favour he is about to grant them. His Divinely borne Imperial Majesty will pay you handsomely, in gold, gems and a free night in a brothel normally reserved for nobles if you escort his daughter to meet her betrothed. The princess’ wellbeing is paramount, and you are to listen to her every word. Whatever she wishes you to do you must obey. For she is the daughter of the mighty Desert king, Daughter of the sun itself and life to her people, a goddess in human form. You will treat her with the same respect you would treat a god should you meet them. The princess’ life is far more important than your own, and should you fail in your task your soul shall be cursed for all eternity by the Undying and Flawless Will of the Divine Mage Emperor, Avatar of the Sun and Life to his People, Virkyias Rovarian. You are to attend a grand banquet before leaving on the dictated mission.
Torokrys
Grand Scribe of the Imperial Court, servant to the Divine Mage Emperor, Avatar of the Sun and Life to his People, Virkyias Rovarian.
I'd prefer only good, but neutral is allowed, so long as it's well played. This especially goes for Chaotic Neutral. I'm looking for anywhere from 3-7 players. Gameplay will start a week from today (That is it will start on the first day of December)
Any class that does not have to be evil is allowed. Almost any race is allowed (no hobgoblins is my only rule). However you may want to note, that in this country, humans are the only race that are not considered second class citizens.
Zanette La'toule human paly of Iomedae will have a backstory up in a jiffy
Would like to know more about the Lore and World this campaign will take place in before I get the whole thing crunched up.
Well, the world is very steampunk (not advanced steampunk mind you, but pretty high up there) in places, and in other places it's pretty primitive. Within the particular country the emperor has gotten the idea into his head that he's to be worshiped as a god, and that all non-humans are subclass beings. The Majority of them are slaves.
A crime against a non-human is not a crime at all. However I can't tell you to much or I would give away the plot. Everyone but the Pally NPC is a newcomer to the land, so they likely don't know much about it. What is needed to be known, will be revealed as it needs to be revealed.
OK got a backstory coming up almost done with it he is a human paly KuJoe Dirte son of a Commanding officer of an elite group of The Purple Dragon Knights he is well known across the lands etc give me a moment to finish up backstory and will post it (It is VERY long)
My name is KuJoe Dirte and I am a Paladin of the great deity Iomedae and am currently one of the top Magistrate of Cormyr and the top representative of the Temple of Iomedae. I am in line for the position of Chief Commander of the Royal Guard of Cormyr. This great and honorable position would normally not be available to somebody of my age but my past has provided me the experience and qualifications needed.
First my family background should be explained as to give you an idea of what my past was like. My father is a famous and well-known Paladin throughout the lands. His name is Leo Dirte and he was the former Master Strategist for the elite group, the Purple Dragon Knights. He is a very respected member of the Temple of Iomedae and because of this and his position; his power and wealth exceeded that of most other officers. He is now acting as the Chief Advisor and Coordinator for mercenary teams.
My mother's name is Monica Dirte and she mainly resided in the family home with my grandfather and grandmother. Soon after my birth, my mother became ill, and because of this, was unable to bear any other children. Over time her illness got progressively worse and worse. She soon became bed ridden and my grandparents took up the chore of taking care of the household. Shortly after she was unable to care for herself my father hired a very high priced nurse to care for my mother and make her as comfortable as she could. Her name was Jeneine and even though I never got to know her very well but she quickly became part of the family. Jeneine would always tell me stories of the famous people she cared for through out Cormyr. When I was around this was all she spoke of so I never found out anything else about her. My father was a busy and important man but always found time for his family. He spent great time and money to find what ailed my mother and to find a cure. He also found time to train me and prepare me for my future.
At the age of 14 I was sent off to the Temple of Iomedae to begin my studies as a cleric. Upon completion of my first year, which consisted mainly of having my face in the books, I was taken aside and offered a position in the temple's special Paladin training unit. To be offered a spot in this unit was an honor in itself since Iomedae is know for it's great guardians and protectors. I was proud to accept and immediately started in my vigorous training. I surpassed my comrades and quickly became the star pupil of the temple. I soon started getting additional training from greater masters and trainers.
3 years of extensive training later and I was at the end of my training and was ready to be accepted into the ranks of the Temple of Iomedae. Everything was going like clockwork, and then my family's private messenger visited me. My mother had passed away. I requested to celebrate my advancement with my family at home in order to pay respects to my mother. Upon returning home I spent a week with my family and friends. Not a tear was shed at the funeral or the ceremonies we had (one for my mother and the other for myself). My family is known for it's inner strength and it's respect towards others. I shared my stories of my studies with my father and he was delighted to hear of my great success within the temple. I returned to the temple to fulfill what minor obligations I still had before my official advancement but what I was not informed about until later was the dark secret behind my mother's death.
As I finished up with the obligations and graduated with the highest marks of the temple, I was accepted into the ranks of the Temple of Iomedae with that of Sergeant. Being brought into the ranks as an officer was rare, especially at my age, but I was not going to argue that I had put all my time and focus into my training and felt that I deserved the rank because of my dedication and skills and not because of my father's position. As my first duty I was to be sent to an outpost on the border of a town called Ekunel. This fairly large town is not widely known since it's merely a trade town and survives primarily from travelers and caravans that pass through it.
Before leaving I was allowed to spend the night with my remaining family as I prepared for my travel. That night my father interrupted my daydreaming, which I played off as mediating, and when he sat down next to me I knew he had something important to say. I looked at him and for the briefest second I could have sworn I saw a tear form in his eye, but as quick as it came it was gone. I got a cold chill from the thought and he began to speak softly. At this time he explained to me the truth behind my mother's death.
When I was a young child a dark figure approached my mother in her dreams and tried to deceive her into stealing secret strategic information, which my father possessed. At first she took the nightmare as just that and shrugged it off. Later the figure returned to her except this time she was awake and this person was in her mind speaking to her. She refused to steal the requested information and the being threatened her with her life, she would not listen. Shortly after this she fell ill to a spell or poison conjured up by the being. The being told her that if she spoke about the curse or blackmail then the being would bring the same fate to grandparents and myself as he had to her. She feared for my safety and kept this to herself and refused to steal the information. She would tell the being that she needed more time and was in the process of retrieving information. She kept this charade up for 17 long and agonizing years and then the curse took effect and ended her life.
My father had not known that all this time my mother was being slowly killed because nobody could find the cause of this mysterious illness. After the Purple Dragon Knights heard about what had happened a small group approached my father with information about my mother's death. The five of them had explained that their wives have also fallen ill and displayed the same symptoms as my mother had. After confronting the women two were willing to speak about the dark figure that spoke with them in their dreams. The other three women insisted it was a minor sickness and would be fine soon. My father and the five other members of the Purple Dragon Knights kept all the information they had secret to ensure the safety of their families while they searched high and low for information about this dark being. After a month passed since these other women were inflicted with the sickness. Three of the women were getting worse by each passing week, while two were still in the same shape as the day they were confronted by my father.
My father had come to the conclusion that not all of these women were as strong as his wife had been and after bringing up among the other Knights that he believed one or more of the women was stealing information this brought an unease among the men. So in order to find out if he was correct he came up with five different instructions for the men to plant false information in their house were their wives were sure to find it. He then setup five scouts to watch each of the five traps (my father would not disclose the instructions or the plans to me but I do know that one involved a phony caravan that was supposed to be traveling under the cover of night and another included an important politician disguised as a merchant to travel without guards). After the five scouts reported back he was correct in his conclusions and the two women who were not getting more ill were in fact stealing information and being kept alive in exchange for their findings. Luckily one of the traps he had set had given him the information he needed to find the people behind this conspiracy. I assumed it was the disguised politician because in my early years my father would explain his favorite strategies to my in hopes of me following in his footsteps this plan included having a very skilled rogue playing the bait and after an attempted mugging the rogue would quickly "slip away" from the thugs and without their knowledge silently trail the would-be robbers back to their hideout.
He and the five other Knights round up a small group of their most trusted guards and went out to apprehend these criminals who were using the women to steal important royal secrets and who killed my mother. As they broke down the door and entered the hideout my father entered first with his sword drawn and before anybody could move, he focused in on one person in the room, Jeneine. He pointed his sword at her and shouted "You! I trust you with my wife's life and this is how you repay me! I trusted you to care for her and in return you slowly kill her and let her suffer for 17 long years of torture!" With that the small group in the room drew their weapons and at first were ready for a fight, then after noticing these enforcers were not normal city guards but members of the elite Purple Dragon Knights, they were quick to drop their weapons, all but one. Jeneine kept her daggers drawn and trained on my father. He told her to drop the weapons for he was not afraid to kill her. She pleaded it wasn't her fault and she had no choice but to do it. All this time my father never detected an evil aura from her and now is no different; he hesitated a moment and her eyes shifted quickly. All was silent for a second, and then my father heard a faint noise, the sound of a person quickly exhaling. He quickly shifted his body to face the fate noise and readied his shield and sword. He saw nobody in the shadows but the dominating glow of evil stood out strong. A bright light appeared and a loud crack of a lightning bolt went off. The bolt hit his shield directly and my father shrugged it off with a smile, his shield absorbed all of the damage. He charged at the glow and shouted for the assistance of Iomedae to pass judgment onto his foe, and with that his sword now had a bright blue glow surrounding it, the sword pierced the darkness and the shadows were consumed with light. The figure came into view after being impaled by my father's sword and slumped over dead before he could finish his scream.
My father turned to the Knights and guards and had them round up the remaining outlaws. He turned to remove his sword from the corpse and then his sight was consumed with bright light, whiteness everywhere. He thought he was blind, thought the wizard was not really dead, then felt a warmth in his heart, as though a sign from Iomedae. He interpreted this as Iomedae's way of letting him know he acted without thinking, without prior knowledge of his foe, but he had put thought into this plan, he knew he had done what he could before acting. He pleaded in his heart to Iomedae that he had done all he could before acting, and the whiteness dimmed suddenly. He then saw a dark outline where the now dead wizard would be, a blue outline of his sword, and a white outline around his body. He then saw the black outline moving away, but he knew the wizard was dead, how was it moving, then he realized it was the wizard's tormented soul moving away from it's body. He saw it creeping away, towards the opposite wall, not sure of where it was heading he moved for it, feeling no obstacles in the way he caught up to it and commanded it to stop. The soul turned slightly and seemed shocked, as though it had not expected to be seen. It made an attempt to run only to find the reach of my father's sword was massive. As he slashed the soul in stopped running and attempted to scream, but had no voice, or none that my father heard. Hundreds of hands reached up from the ground and pulled the demented soul to the depths of hell it belonged. My father's sight had returned to normal and was still in the same spot, he removed his sword from the body and brought the criminals back for questioning and then trial.
After hearing this story my father explained that he believes that Iomedae was offering him help because with all the preparation he had made he could not have planned for what he had encountered there. The only way to end this treacherous soul that planted itself into already tainted beings was to give him the vision to see it and stop it. I was devastated after hearing this. To know my mother had be subjected to this slow, agonizing death because she was to strong willed and loyal to my father to subject to their wishes and deceive him, and she was to protective of me to say a word about this. The inner strength of my mother need never be questioned after what she went through for her family.
Upon arrival in Ekunel I was stationed in Outpost 3 as Outpost Commander. Fresh out of training and in charge of 40 men, I was definitely the envy of my comrades who were also transferred. I was also thought of as a joke to the other Commanders and Generals in the region. "Got the rank because of his father." they would all say. I was to prove them wrong. After a handful of raids on the outposts mine seemed to be holding up the best. It's said that my men were more seasoned than the rest and my leadership had a small role to play but I don't believe we would have held up so well without me here, after all with a loss of zero men under my command I must be doing something right. We held a meeting at the main stronghold with the Outpost Commanders and Region Commanders. It was decided that we would invade the enemy encampments to eliminate the threat to the town. After a few ideas were passed around it was my turn to offer suggestions. I hadn't liked any ideas of the previous Commanders so I had suggested a new strategy all together. I remembered a tactic my father had told me about when I was younger. I relayed all the information I remembered about it and to my surprise all of the Commanders were impressed with my strategy. They looked it over and did some minor editing to account for terrain and unit sizes and before I knew it they were praising me for my plan. "Just like his father that one." they would say whenever my name was mentioned from here on out. The battle went over just as the plan had said it would, my outpost unit was to be the last unit to go in and luckily, I had planned it to do the most damage to win over my units respect. We were setup behind the encampment to prohibit the enemy from defeating. The plan didn't expect over one fourth of the enemy to retreat so early but I rallied up my unit of 40 soldiers and with a loud cry to the great Iomedae, we rushed into the bulk of the over 250 retreating forces. Before the enemy could comprehend what had happened our unit pushed the enemy back to the front of the battle and quickly ended the skirmish. Our entire unit went back to the outpost that day and tended to the wounded. After that day the 40 men in that outpost were proud to have me as their leader.
A week after reports came in of the remaining enemy camps retreating, my outpost was one of the 4 that were to be sent to another battlefront where we were needed. I then traveled with my 40 friends to the Iomedae Stronghold of Otheri. Upon arrival we were greeted by the Stronghold Commander and Region Commanders. My men were brought to their barracks where they would be briefed on their new assignments; I heard that they were all given promotions and special treatment during their stay in Otheri. They would say it was because of my leadership they were so lucky to have had, I would say it was because they were of the greatest warriors I've encountered. I was brought to the Stronghold Commander's chambers to be briefed on my new assignment. The Stronghold Commander's name was Egdar Gimplestratten, he was a hefty Dwarf that has arms the size of tree trunks, there was no doubt he could crush a person's head without effort. Egdar was definitely a seasoned warrior and to achieve such a rank as his meant he has seen more battle experience than the 40 friends I arrived with have seen combined. I was honored to be working underneath him no matter how far down the ladder I was, I figured this would be great experience to see how a real military mastermind worked. They told me of my new duties and responsibilities, and upon following this very hefty list the other officers left so that Egdar may speak with me.
Egdar said that he was surprised to see a "pesky human" of my age (currently 18) being brought to his stronghold and to actually hold a rank such as my own. I was confused for a moment because I was only a Sergeant and according to my very orders before being transferred here I was told I would still be the Commander of my unit. He made reference to my age a few more times stating I was "born yesterday, then given a sword and a shield today" and asked if I needed assistance dressing myself. I was starting to get aggravated and was about to ask why he kept me in his office if only to belittle me then he brought a small grin to his face and confused me more. He said "If you mess up, I'm shipping you off to the furthest outpost where you'll spend the rest of your days here." He then said, "Now that that's out of the way I wanna give my right hand man a friendly handshake." Right hand man?? Me?? I was so flabbergasted I didn't notice my joints cracking in my hand while he shook it with all his strength. He enjoyed seeing my face as I was caught off guard and my "weakly" handshake delighted him more, I came to and realized my hand was losing circulation so I tightened my grip and gave him a firm handshake and returned with a grin. After putting some strength into my hand his smile faded suddenly and he let go of my hand and told me where to report for my items and room. As I closed the door I heard a distinct yelp of pain briefly then what sounded like a hand covering it up. I went to my room and went over my duties I was to perform. I followed the same routine day in and day out. I'd run into my friends from Outpost 3 and they would congratulate me and I'd do the same to them, they were all very impressed with my new rank as the stronghold's 2nd Commander but at the same time, they also felt a lot more safe having me able to make decisions and assist in planning.
The day came when I was brought into the Tactics and Planning room for an important meeting. The enemy was on the move and like many previous attempts want to over-run the stronghold. We commissioned men from the bordering outposts to fortify the stronghold and then they discussed their plans to combat the assault. They ran the plan by me and I felt I had a better idea for this situation. They laughed and told me that the enemy always attacked the same way, and then explained that their defensive plan always worked before so it will work now. I suggested that the enemy could change their form and catch us off guard to which they replied with laughter. I felt so little at that point I decided to agree with them without any more argument. As we prepared for the attack we readied all of our men at the base of the stronghold with the archers on the top of the walls. I remember Egdar commenting on my "puny" sword, "That sword won't last long against the bashings of their clubs." He held up his war hammer and kissed it. "This'll last longer than yerself and all the swords you'll buy on the way." He chuckled some more and we stood ready and waiting.
The orcs and ogres rush down the path as expected, I let out a sigh of relief that I was wrong. The enemy forces are rushing at full speed, our archers start to pick them off one by one, luckily the vast majority of our forces are at the base waiting for the enemy. All of a sudden arrows fly from the sides of the advancing forces. We can't see where they are coming from though, there's nothing there. Our shields are deflecting the arrows with ease but the arrows are causing confusion through out the regiment. I look over to Egdar and he is as confused as the rest, I see anger building up in him and I sense this isn't their normal attack strategy. I run off to the back of the troops to the stronghold. I find the nearest wizard and instruct him to attempt to dispel any magic in the "empty" fields where the arrows are coming from. He makes numerous attempts with no luck, he says he senses magical properties but can't discern them. He tries a last time and it's successful. A mass invisibility spell was cast on the fields next to the path the enemy was using. Several hundred archers were positioned in these fields along with more orcs and ogres. In the confusion the advancing forces clash with our troops and the battle ensues. The battle is quickly turning into a massacre; this wasn't the plan at all. I rush outside to find Egdar to regain some hold on the situation. I return to find him surrounded by orcs. They know he's the Commanding officer and he's the one calling the shots, if they can kill him they our forces don't stand a chance, I rush in to help him and kill 2 of the orcs. I look over to him only to see an orc catch him in the side with an axe, the axe doesn't go deep but it brings Egdar to his knees. The orc looks up in time to see me plunge my sword into its chest. The last orc surrounding Egdar takes his club and bashes him in the back, it too looks up in time to catch my gauntlet land on its face. I hear bones crack and snap and the orc falls on it's back. I look to Egdar and he's barely alive.
I look around and recognize 2 friendly faces, Jamal and Kalur from Outpost 3. I call them over and they see Egdar, I order them to pull him behind the gates and stabilize his wounds. Egdar looks and then points at me and then utters, "You're turn pesky human." before passing out. I realize I'm now in charge of this entire group. I don't shake or shiver, I stand tall and shout at the top of my lungs, "Great Iomedae! Grant me thy aid to vanquish these foes!" And with that I feel a rush of power and energy. I call out to my fellow protectors and guardians of Iomedae to join me. I look around for my sword to find it still imbedded in the orc, and then I see Egdar's war hammer. I grab pick it up and wield it in my hand, I can't loose this, I lock it into my gauntlet and it glows bright blue. The chaos around me halts for a moment, all eyes on me now. I shout another cry to Iomedae and a roaring echo follows by the other troops. They all appear to be shining now, inspired with power from Iomedae. I dispose of the closest enemies and start shouting orders to regain our hand in this battle. The troops start driving the opposing forces back and start positioning themselves as I order it. After my last order it puts us at an advantage. I look for around for a friendly face, a face from Outpost 3. I can't find any, I then hear a battle cry from in front of us. I get to higher ground in fear of another enemy unit, but then I hear shouts to Iomedae and see a group of guardians coming from behind to diminish chances of retreat. I notice they are trying to do the same strategy and we had used at Ekunel, unfortunately I was not expecting this so I had positioned our troops differently than before, I quickly order the immediate group to change positions and allow for the flanking guardians to divide the enemy troops in two halves by charging the middle. It works and soon we have the advantage and end the battle in victory.
We return to the stronghold chanting and shouting praises to our lord Iomedae for watching over us and allowing us to be victorious. I am informed that Egdar will be all right but will need to be in the cleric's care for a few weeks to assure he'll be back to full strength. Days later messengers come from Cormyr congratulating us on our victory. I am acting Stronghold Commander while Egdar is recovering but from all the talk going through the channels word of my aid that, according to everybody that matters, saved the stronghold and won us the battle has been received by every member of my home Temple of Iomedae in Cormyr. I have received much praise for my leadership and quick planning and action. I was offered the keep my position of Stronghold Commander permanently but declined it since Egdar is still alive, just incapacitated. They felt that I was showing excellent progress and in their eyes was there golden boy, the son who would walk in his father's footsteps. They wanted to promote me but no spots were open in my currently line of work, so after Egdar returned to duty, they sent for me to return to Cormyr. As I was leaving, I returned Egdar's war hammer to him and commented on its effectiveness in battle. It brought a giant smile to his face and he returned the hammer and offered it to me as a gift. I told him how honored I was to serve under him and he replied, "It was a greater honor for us to serve under you." As he said that he raised one hand to show he was talking about behalf of the entire regiment. He extended his hand for a farewell handshake and as he did the entire unit clapped and cheered. Ending with a firm handshake I turned to start my trip back to Cormyr. I said bye to those 40 friends who had been with me since my first day at Ekunel. And set off home.
As I returned I was greeted by many friends and family along with many important people, both from the Temple of Iomedae and the Cormyr City Government an important task is at hand in distant lands and I am to be sent to help...
Aasimar Clerics are okay. Gunslinger and Engineer sounds awesome.
Go ahead with your human pally, sounds so awesome. I skimmed the backstory, I'll read it in detail later. Once my tummy stops growling like a hellhound.
I have an idea I want to try, but I've never played a PBP game before, and normally only play PFS scenarios and mods, so I guess I'm wondering if noobs are allowed?
I have an idea I want to try, but I've never played a PBP game before, and normally only play PFS scenarios and mods, so I guess I'm wondering if noobs are allowed?
This is my first time running something, so you and I are in the same boat.
I have an idea I want to try, but I've never played a PBP game before, and normally only play PFS scenarios and mods, so I guess I'm wondering if noobs are allowed?
This is my first time running something, so you and I are in the same boat.
Cool in that case I'd like to go ahead with a Aasimar Cleric (name: Cerdyn)who is a polytheist, though with a 'main' god that she follows as her Clerical Domain God (which would prob be Sarenrae, unless that'd be a problem)
Cerdyn became a Cleric more out of tradition (her family tree spanning centuries is filled with clerics) though originally she wasn't that enthused Cleric-hood quickly grew on her and she devoted more time energy and resources to her Clerical duties than one would require or expect.
Cerdyn regularly takes outings to assist in clearing away one evil or another, and this is when she is most happy, as she feel this way she best serve good as well as the King.
To help in doing away with evil she studies a wide range of languages, as to better understand 'the enemy'.
Cool in that case I'd like to go ahead with a Aasimar Cleric (name: Cerdyn)who is a polytheist, though with a 'main' god that she follows as her Clerical Domain God (which would prob be Sarenrae, unless that'd be a problem)
Cerdyn became a Cleric more out of tradition (her family tree spanning centuries is filled with clerics) though originally she wasn't that enthused Cleric-hood quickly grew on her and she devoted more time energy and resources to her Clerical duties than one would require or expect.
Cerdyn regularly takes outings to assist in clearing away one evil or another, and this is when she is most happy, as she feel this way she best serve good as well as the King.
To help in doing away with evil she studies a wide range of languages, as to better understand 'the enemy'.
Okay, I'm playing a gnome monk, her name is Leaf, as explained below. I'm afraid it's not as extensive as KuJoe's though.
Leaf's Bio:
My name is Leaf. Well, at least it has been since I was little. I don’ t know how my parents died, or even why I lived, but I guess fate showed me some mercy in letting a simple drunken monk named Lokus Draneel find me in some deep dark wood. He trained me in how to fight, how to survive, and even how to cook just about anything.
It was odd, I grew slowly, and aged even more so, but Lokus, Lokus grew old and hoary well before I reached adulthood. I found that he was once a strong warrior, one who was sought after by many. He loved the fame, the attention, and the good he did. Until he slew a woman whom his employer said was evil. She was a noble that spent time caring for orphans and homeless children. The man simply wanted her dead so that he could force the children to work in his slave shops. It broke Lokus when he found out. So, he took to the bottle and the woods.
And in the darkest depths of the woods and despair, he found me.
We were alone. He taught me the skills and discipline that allowed me to thrive in that place, or any other in the world. Then he taught me how to be a good person. To care for others. To love them in spite of their flaws. I enjoyed it. I thought it could last forever.
How naïve I was. Humans live terribly short lives. Lokus was in his 40’s when he found me, by the time I was an adult, he was well into his twilight. On his death bed, on my fortieth birthday I later found out, he told me two things. First, to go out and live, be happy, be good. The second? Why he named me Leaf. He saw me a pile of leaves crying. His words, “Yer a leaf ain’t cha?”
After he died, I left the alcove that I had spent the past 35 years in. I traveled the lands, learning, helping, and making friends. I became famous, yes, but I preferred a warm mug of ale and a hardy laugh at a friendly tavern to a chilled glass of elven wine and more riches than I could ever use. I guess that’s why I wound up here escorting his stuffiness’ daughter.
Well, that and the fact that this sounded like fun.
I'll probably post a link to a picture later. (as in after I get it done.)
Also, how are we supposed to post character stats? Just use the PFS character tracker, or here in the thread?
HD roll
want to make a suggestion as to how we do hp if that is ok with you
D6 HD would be 3+1d3
D8 HD would be 4+1d4
D10 HD would be 5+1d5
etc anyway will roll normally for now
Cerdyn (pronunced: ser-din) though friends and family are more likely to be heard calling her Cer.
Cerdyn has lived a few years (she can't be certain if she is 28 or 29)residing in Virkyias Rovarian realm from birth, though has travelled well through the region ever since becoming a Cleric (not often before then). When not travelling for the Gods or for the King Cerdyn has a small room in Sarenrae's temple and visits her other Gods's temples daily
Cerdyn is tall and broad shouldered and she constantly stands as to maximise the effect (6ft 2in, weights 152lb)
Being of Aaasimar heritage Cerdyn's hair is platinum-white though it never grows longer than two inches, only to Cerdyn's dismay. Also influenced by her genetics are her eyes which are frost-blue though small. Her skin consists of a red-ochre tan, something that makes her appear odd, though perfectly pleasent when combined with her Aasimar traits (no I'm not trying to make a mary-sue, Aasimar appearance is just described as being mary-sueish).
Cerdyn keeps tidy, modest dress always, but donning armour when going on tasks where danger is likely to present itself. She wears multiple symbols from her Gods around her body in the form of jewellery and tattoos, with Sarenrae featuring most prominantly (her lesser gods include; Shelyn, Andoletta, Iomedae and Torag)
Cerdyn loves her family dearly (even the extended relatives)though studies, worship and realm/temple missions means she doesn't see them nearly as often as she wishes. The same value applies to Cerdyn's friendships. If anything sinister happened to friends or family, she would undoubtedly make it a goal to go deal with whatever evil lurked at the threshold. Cerdyn's family spanning centuries are all Clerics to the same god and have resided in the area since as far back as anyone can figure.
Cerdyn is highly educated taking most interest in other languages(as to better understand enemies she may face), religion (as to understand the divine will of her Gods better) and history (so she can learn from past peoples failings).
Though Cerdyn wasn't always the most devote Cleric over time the calling grew on her until began to accept it, then like it, love it, and now become completely devoted to Clerical duties, rising and hour before sunrise regardless of the sleep she'd had to give an hour of worship to the rising sun, as well as shorter prayers throughout the rest of the waking day and night. Part of her devotion is that she remain celebt as to reach a higher understanding of Sarenrae.
Cerdyn would like to see this land rid of all evil, though she knows this is a nigh impossible task, she enjoys striving towards it.
Aasimar Cleric (god Sarenrae, domains: Good, Sun)
Alignment, not sure if I want NG or LG
The trait I wish to go for are:
Cleansing light http://www.d20pfsrd.com/traits/religion-traits/cleansing-light-sarenrae
Faithful feedback http://www.d20pfsrd.com/traits/faith-traits/faithful-feedback-any-religion
first roll
4d6 drop lowest 18 (6,2,6,6)
4d6 drop lowest 12 (5,3,4,1)
4d6 drop lowest 08 (2,1,5,1)
4d6 drop lowest 13 (6,2,1,5)
4d6 drop lowest 14 (6,3,5,3)
4d6 drop lowest 14 (5,5,4,2)
second roll
4d6 drop lowest 15 (6,6,3,3)
4d6 drop lowest 09 (4,1,3,2)
4d6 drop lowest 12 (4,5,2,2)
4d6 drop lowest 14 (2,6,6,1)
4d6 drop lowest 11 (5,2,4,1)
4d6 drop lowest 16 (5,6,3,5)
Okay, Character is done. Let me know if I need to change anything.
I picked the traits Devotee of the Green and Reactionary, by the way.
Devotee of the Green because Leaf was raised in the middle of an ancient wood and had many occasions to witness the raw, untamed beauty of nature. It also kinda skewed what she considers normal. People living in houses is just weird in her book.
Reactionary because, well, one tends to get a little quicker on the draw when one's guardian has a habit of commencing training at any time.
I thought the reasons behind the choices were obvious, but still can't hurt to give the fluff anyway.
Wow! What a character...have I mentioned my bad luck with the online roller here :-)
Wait! You're telling me that there's an online roller? Where is it because I just rolled it by hand.
When you make a new post, check at the bottom. You'll see a line that says "How to format your text". Click on Show, and it will list all the BBC codes that can be used.
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1d20 ⇒ 11
And it seems my luck with d20's has not changed.
thanks for telling me about that.
Enall Rumyr loves solving problems, but he's very creative and sometimes he overdoes it and ends making a bigger problem, but he'll solve that one too. It's what he does.
You see, Enall is a halfling who got tired of being at a disadvantage in a world where just about everything is made with bigger people in mind. While his father worked on repairing things like firearms, Enall worked on making something. Something tall enough to be his equalizer.
He calls it Auto.
Auto was a fine piece of work too, once the bugs and kinks were removed or fixed. He could walk and follow orders, he never grew tired(though he did 'sleep', much to the delight of Enall's younger sister), and he was as tall as any human.
But Enall wasn't finished, not at all. So he built something else, an “omni-tool” that he could add to as he learned more.
But now he had a strange problem to solve. He had received a letter from the 'Divine Mage Emperor'. His family urged him to go, and his friends told stories the had heard about certain parts of the 'reward' in order to urge him on too, but he had heard rumors about the places he'd have to go through. No crime against him would be a crime at all, and he feared Auto or his omni-tool would be stolen. They wouldn't work for anyone else, of course, but getting them back or replacing them would be such a hassle.
But if he had the gold and gems, then he could make all kinds of problem solving devices!
In the end, he decided the risk of dying and theft were worth it, and he headed out to escort the Goddess to her betrothed. He actually pitied the man a little because, after all, who knew how hard it would be keeping a goddess happy?
