Aasimar, Bardadin 7 | HP 92/92 | AC 27 (t20, ff18) | CMD 27 | F +12; R +17; W +12 | perception (darkvision) +13, sense motive +17, initiative +10 | active effects: --
Auric begins to focus his gaze once again as the book is brought in using Detect Evil again, as its set on the table he concentrates on it to discern what he can...
Int:1d20 ⇒ 1 Will:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12
the full force of what he sees dulls his wits, and makes his blood run cold...
I am not yet immune to fear effects
"Don't look!" Sakuro told her cousin, whipping the leather bag over the face of the tome. "Yeah, that's not something we need to be seeing. I don't suppose anybody knows a really good priest around here?" she asked. Then, after a moment, she turned to Auric. "...Well, that's not good." He had the bearing of a holy man, but didn't seem like he was taking the book's appearance very well.
Aasimar, Bardadin 7 | HP 92/92 | AC 27 (t20, ff18) | CMD 27 | F +12; R +17; W +12 | perception (darkvision) +13, sense motive +17, initiative +10 | active effects: --
Auric stands aghast, the color has drained from his face and for the first time his smile is gone, replaced with a look of utter disdain... "This thing... is evil... more deeply and fully evil than anything I have ever seen... It must be destroyed. I don't know how that can be done... I expect no normal blade nor flame will be sufficient," he says shifting slightly away from it.
"Sooooo... we find a special blade or a priest who's experienced and competent." Sakuro said reasonably. She looked at the holy warrior for a few moments. "Know anyone that fits the description? Or I guess anyone who could, I dunno, call up a celestial. I mean, I bet they wouldn't charge much if we were asking how to destroy an item of evil... might even help us do it." Evil books were problems - and she was the type to look for solutions.
Aasimar, Bardadin 7 | HP 92/92 | AC 27 (t20, ff18) | CMD 27 | F +12; R +17; W +12 | perception (darkvision) +13, sense motive +17, initiative +10 | active effects: --
"The Lawbringer," Auric begins, seemingly unable to look away from the dreadful tome, "the head of my order, if he doesn't know what to do he must know who to ask... He's in Deep Furrow; we can go there after the ogres are dealt with... In the meantime does anyone know how to draw an inverted circle of protection, the kind summoners employ? I believe it might be in our best interest to keep this thing within such a circle until we can deal with it..."
Aya casts detect magic and concentrates on the book before the cover is recovered.
Spellcraft:1d20 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 18 Will Save:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24 Int:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
Her mind wrapped around what she was seeing even as she went though the depths of her memory looking to see if she knew of such a book in the old lores about magic, religion and history. Maybe she could give them some insight into what to do or even where to focus her thoughts.
Reiko speaks before they put the cover on.
Hold! Let me see it. Hold weapons on me if you want, but perhaps if I touch it, or examine it... It may reveal more than we think.
He holds his katana out to Antonio, and moves toward the book. When he gets there, he gently takes it from Sakuro's cousin, and begins to examine it closely.
GM:
If you want to use this to do another flashback from his past, feel free to do it however you like. From here on, I want to stay in collaboration with you about then so that they don't mess up the plot or go against any elements you have for Titan magic.
Incidentally - as of yet, nobody has opened the book. I know that typically with detect magic, you might - but nobody has specifically done it. It's an important point.
Let's keep it that way. XD Horribly powerful, evil spellbooks probably shouldn't be opened by the low in level...
"...You're going to get yourself killed." Sakuro said in a worried tone, carefully moving away from Reiko as he handled the book. There was magic that was okay for studying and magic that... well... you wanted to just make an anti-magic field around and hope never got out of it. She was hardly an expert, but she did know that some things just shouldn't be handled by anyone who hadn't specifically trained for dealing with such things.
For a moment, Reiko has control - and then it reasserts itself. Reiko, for the moment, collapses, but regains consciousness almost as he hits the floor.
Reiko:
For an instant, you experienced a loss of two levels. The moment you dropped the tome, they returned. In essence, your heart stopped for a moment. Call it a heart attack.
The book opens on its own, to a page early in the book - covered with arcane scrawlings.
Will save for the six closest, please - Reiko excluded. This is a spell. Bonuses against fear apply.
Those that fail a DC 20 Will save are frightened, and run in terror for 20(!) rounds.
Actually who would be the six closest. I know she wanted to look at it but I don't know who is really crowded around the table. I think She would be one of them so Im posting this but....i am not sure
Will Save:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
Well...thats nice. This is why you don't open big evil necromantic books >.<
Nia'Nikta feels fear slam into her as she shudders and would head out quickly surprisingly quiet in her running in terror.
Will Save:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
Aya stands, screams, bursts through the backroom door, and runs outside. She goes behind the Mug and cowers by a tree.
Aasimar, Bardadin 7 | HP 92/92 | AC 27 (t20, ff18) | CMD 27 | F +12; R +17; W +12 | perception (darkvision) +13, sense motive +17, initiative +10 | active effects: --
Auric "shifted away slightly" when he failed his first save, and never physically examined it, so I'm not sure if I'm one of the 6 closest or not (I know with already being shaken my chances of making that save are very slim)... GM could you maybe tell us who the other 4 closest are?
I'm sort of letting people decide. Anybody that was examining it and hadn't backed away, of course. Ultimately, there are no long-term effects other than what players decide on - it's purely for the roleplay. Oh, and a display of power. We do.have folks who have significant spellcraft, after all. Once they settle down, that single casting will point toward the real level of power they're playing with. ;)
As the others screamed - Sakuro having backed away - she considered for a moment... then carefully grabbed a long object, flipped the book shut, piled the bag on top of it, and essentially huddled over it. "Okay, that's it." she said firmly. "Nobody else touch the scary book. Or look at it. This is clearly way out of our league, so I'm going to keep it myself until we can get it to a holy man. My cousin's the one who brought it in, so I'll be taking responsibility for keeping it safe."
If possible, Sakuro will look for belts, ropes, or anything else she can physically tie the book shut with, reaching under the covers and feeling her way around to make the knots.
Aasimar, Bardadin 7 | HP 92/92 | AC 27 (t20, ff18) | CMD 27 | F +12; R +17; W +12 | perception (darkvision) +13, sense motive +17, initiative +10 | active effects: --
hey everyone, I know we all have stuff we want to do besides running in terror for 2 minutes but I only count 9 of us in the room (10 if the cousin is still here), since reiko isn't affected that means only 2 people don't need saves... GM hasn't rolled yet for Alyra, so I'm guessing she gets to be one of the two... Baldek already left room and is smoking a pipe outside with no save so that means the rest of us all need to roll... (Unless I'm missing something?)
will (-2 shaken):1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11
When the book is opened the overwhelming aura of evil finally becomes more than Auric can stomach... His wits abandon him and he flees along with the others.
Aasimar, Bardadin 7 | HP 92/92 | AC 27 (t20, ff18) | CMD 27 | F +12; R +17; W +12 | perception (darkvision) +13, sense motive +17, initiative +10 | active effects: --
lol, good thing we're not about to be in a combat we really need you to see for...
After a couple of minutes Aya returns to the Mug backroom.
I have NEVER experienced anything like that. We need to learn more of this but the fight with the ogres tonight, if they come, is far more important right now.
She then goes back to her scroll scribing.
Male Human Rogue (Unchained, Swashbuckler) L2 | AC19 (T14F15) CMD16 | HP 17/17 | Saves F1R7W-2 | Percep +2 | Init: +4 | Status: OK
Antonio stood up from behind an overturned table in the back.
"I just came back from the bathroom. WHAT THE HELL WAS ALL THAT?" He shouted, pointing at the sack with the book in it.
Aasimar, Bardadin 7 | HP 92/92 | AC 27 (t20, ff18) | CMD 27 | F +12; R +17; W +12 | perception (darkvision) +13, sense motive +17, initiative +10 | active effects: --
"I told you," Auric says, stepping cautiously back into the room, "that thing is wholly evil. It must be destroyed and it should not be meddled with... Alyra, do you know how to contain something in a circle of protection? Or any of the rest of you?"
Reiko stumbles for a bit, finally gets a hand on the table, and says cooly to Alyra
Or perhaps a way to restore my vision? That book seems to have blinded me...
Nia'Nikta felt like a child running the darkness of her home. Something bad was chasing her down the dark corridors of the basement. If she made a noise it followed faster. The image stuck with her until she felt the fear ebb away.
Panting heavily she looked around noticing she wasn't inn anymore. Feeling foolish but still a little shaken she started to find her way back to the inn. Having to ask directions once, not being familiar with the town. Her horse nuzzled her on the way back in and she stroked its neck. "Thank you Shadowstar." She said before heading back in and to the back. Her back was straight and she had a regal pose.
Entering the room once again she looked around seeing Alyra having the booked closed.
"May I examine the book without opening it?" Nia didn't intend on touching it if she could and she would cast her detect magic and look at the book. Magic items tended to be a specialty of hers.
Spellcraft:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25
Something about this seemed wrong and she wanted to identify what exactly was going on here. Titans and necromancy didn't mix but the stories of humans taking the blood of a titan floated in her mind.
I'll reroll a new set of stats tonight and have an alias ready by tomorrow morning with at least a bare bones array with skills and feats. Sorry it took so long to reply, I took over a sandbox pirate campaign that the GM disappeared from, and got caught up creating the thread and starting encounters and all. Let me know what's needed and I'll get started.
So, a great sword swinging magus with the following stats:
Str 15
Dex 14
Con 14
Int 17
Wis 13
Cha 13
Not bad. Human. Will make character sheet and alias tomorrow. I am going to try to make an effective magus that does not use dancing dervish or magical knack on shocking grasp. Haha.
Edit: I could go with tiefling... I really like the prehensile tail trait. I'll probably dual path guardian and champion like I did with Rikael, but focus more on just brutality with a giant beatstick.
Antonio rolled out of the haywagon and tossed a silver coin with a grin of thanks to the farmer who gave him a ride. He stood at the outskirts of the festival and he took his hat off looking all around in wonder at all the activity. To him, having been born and raised in an out of the way farm, it seemed like he was in a city.
It was hard to have left his father's farm, but he was a restless boy and his father knew he would be leaving someday.
He remembered his father, preparing his boy as best he could, teaching him every dueling skill he had learned in his murky life before the farm. Lastly, he presented his son with his own sword; a beautiful example of a dueling sword with a swept hilt. It was scratched and dented, but well looked after.
Antonio shifted his sword around and rested his arm on the hilt as he looked at the festival. He was unsure as to what he would be doing there until his certain victory in the sword contest at the end of the festival; perhaps juggling or feats of dexterity.
He grinned suddenly. Whatever it would be, he would enjoy himself immensely.
He took his first step forward to his destiny...
Now...Half-Giant with a large longsword...same stats. Probably not the magus you had in mind though :P
EldonG, may I use an alternative Tiefling without spending a feat on it? Alt Aasimar don't have that restriction, and I like the idea of a Kyton descendant that takes away pain and suffering instead of causing it much better. Especially one that has been raised by fey and elves.
Hmmm... yeah, I don't see the feat as anything but a tax...I will say this, though...a tiefling will be shunned pretty hardcore. The people of the region are over 90% human... even other core races are looked at funny....but yes, if that's what you want, no feat needed.
A Katana might be nice then. You can use it onehanded and twohanded. And it makes a fine weapon for both uses. Will cost you a feat, dip or an archetype though.
Kensai, with 0 acp and minimal asf can do nicely with a katana for instance.
unfortunately I think I have too much on my plate atm to partake in another PbP. So I will be removing my application for this PbP. Good luck to everyone else.
A large man bellows out, Sausages! Sausages 3 coppers, or 2 for 5! while across the way, a competitor hawks whole meatpies for 4...neither has captured as much interest as a cart selling huge fruits and vegetables... tomatoes the size of melons...
A juggler works the crowd, doing much better than the young woman singing in accompaniment with her lute, drowned out by the aggressive merchants and the crowd in general... a small fish market set up lakeside does steady business...
Though the drinking house is hardly lacking for customers, several tents are selling mugs of ale as fast as they can tap them. Several men in the simple livery of the local constabulary keep an eye on those who have had enough to be noted.
Fortunately, a good breeze blows southeast across the lake, keeping the animal smells from the carsvanasary dissipated...
I'm not sure when recruitment will close...certainly not until there are at least 5 completed characters, or interest is obviously not there. I do have a friend who will be joining us...he's wanted me to run a pbp for years, so I'm motivated to make it work.
Cauis Garnillus strides through the crowded streets, people subconsciously parting before the giant of a man. His thick-hewn arms are bare and tanned, his hands thick with calluses. His eyes gleem with a mirthful light as he takes in the sights, sounds, and smells of the carnival. His strides are long and purpose-filled, as he moves towards the vendor stalls.
I'll take two, if you've an onion you can spare with them. Cauis says in a deep, rumbling voice to the sausage-hawk. He scans the crowd, spotting a mangy-looking dog across the way. The dog's tail begins to wag as he notices Cauis' purchase. Cauis drops the coin into the vendor's hands, gobbling the first sausage and the onion almost whole.
Then, he makes his way across the street and into the narrow way the mutt has claimed. Alright, Rufus, you can stop your begging any time. He pats the dog's head and then drops the second sausage for him to devour.
In the midst of the waves of humanity is a single dwarf merchant, with a tiny booth. Most ignore it, but here and there, someone stops to look at his small selection of knives, axes, and hammers. Many are tools, but some are a bit large for tools, and have an obvious martial purpose.
Yes, me prices er high, but they're all high quality dwarven craftsmanship... each one forged by a master smith.
Here and there, someone digs deep and walks away with a dwarven implement... but the dwarf never smiles.
Nearby, a carefully watched over game is going on...wagers are made, and daggers are thrown...and the closest to the opponent's foot...without hitting... walks away with a jingling purse.
Every once in a while, a sharp scream is heard, and the apprentice healer gets paid.
Antonio wandered through the crowd, looking at all the exhibitions and the crowds they attracted. He stopped just long enough to buy an apple big enough for a giant.
He munched on it as he stopped at a booth a Dwarf was selling bladed items. After a pleasant time talking blades, he wandered along until he came across a game where opponents threw blades at each others feet and bets exchanged in the ring around them. He liked his odds here and wondered how to join...
I've been helping my friend with his character... he has yet to post, but he's building a human fighter... I'd like 5-6 completed characters (including his) before I start inviting folks to gameplay... I'm hoping to see the party gel before then...get to known each other a bit, etc...
An elven man strides into the crowd, his clothing and features even more exotic than the people are used to here. He makes his way around the square, stopping to look here and there, buying a sausage, and finally stopping at a dwarven artisans booth, and looks through his wares.
In a voice that is soft, and lilting, he speaks in common, but it sounds foreign to him, like he learned it later in life, and spoke something else entirely growing up.
Fine dwarf, this skill is something I haven't seen since I left home. You truly take pride in your skill. I admire that. Tell me, have you ever travelled to Tian Xia? My katana is in need of repair, and I have not the skill to do so myself.
He presents his weapon, a finely crafted blade, with a slight curve to it.
A hooded man makes his way wearily down the road towards lakeroot, his daunting size makes it quiet apparent that beneath the cloaked vestiment lies a half orc with a tremendous build. Finally.....finally I've made it to this confounded town pulling out a poorly drawn map he had received three days earlier from the traveler on the road.the man on the road said if i wasn't careful i would walk through Lakeroot without knowing id passed by. this town looks all but sleepy. nevertheless i need to find a inn. Ohhh to rest my aching legs need rest, and to have a warm meal not these horrid rations another night, and ale oh plenty of ale for sure. There is a noticable pep in the half-orcs step as he peers through the festivals crowd to see a sign reading: THE GIANTS MUG. smiling briefly the orc mutters to himself i should hope so... Once inside the establishment the lumbering orc sits at the closet available seat at the bar rasing his hand ever so subtly motioning for the bartender.Barkeep i require your best ale and your cheapest room for the night. while he waits for the response the half-orc removes his hood and presents the gnared face of a weather-beaten man in his mid 20s, mostly plain features save the small tusks that protrude from his lower lip, and his massive beard that dominate the lower half of his face.
Ah, sir, you're in luck - I've just tapped my Festival Stout...it's a bit expensive, five copper, but well worth it if I do say so myself. If you don't like it, I'll give you an ale on the house.
The man speaking is a large man, himself, easily taller than most around... and rather roundish. He holds out a large mug of dark amber-brown liquid for you.
