Splinters of Faith

Game Master Ayrphish

Quick question on how your doing encumbrances and then I am all but done

You should keep track of your own encumbrance. I'll use the RAW.

So, I think this is what we have so far.

Recruitment closes on Wednesday, at this point, lots of competition for the Arcane slot.

Arcane:
Gow-Wabber- Sorcerer
Agora - Wizard
Unyieldinggoblin - Wizard
Zale - Magus

Melee:
Wodin - Paladin
Froth - Barbarian

Utility:
Rasim - Rogue

Ranged:
Blue Eyes - Gunslinger

Divine:
Vlagras - Oracle

Is it possible for us to drop our backpack when we go into combat? It is just a houserule we had during pen & paper sessions to prevent problems with encumbrance penalties.
So that would mean for Rasim in this case, to take only the essential things with him in combat: 6 daggers total, his armor and his pouch belt with thieves' tools, perhaps also his money. Leave the rest in his backpack to pick up later.

Of course we have had our packs stolen once just as a reminder that such things have consequences...

Just turn around and walk out the door ... nothing good can come out of hanging around with this crowd...

Against his better judgement, Zale apprehensively takes the seat closest to the door.

"I'll take you up on that offer stranger. Glass of whatever is strongest. I have a feeling I'm going to need it."

Taking a more relaxed position, Zale continues talking to his patron "Soooo what's the story with our motley crew assembled here."

@Rasim I'm ok with that as long as it is reasonable as to what you keep in your backpack.

We've been talking about religion and philosophy. Gow pipes up from his corner. But I made people mad, so I'm being quiet now.

DM, how many players total are you looking for?

Gow stares blankly off into space for a minute and looks confused, but keeps his mouth shut. He had a teachable moment when everyone jumped on him. :-)

Ok than Ayrphish I'll keep a list of what I keep in my backpack on my char sheet, mostly camping and survival gear

Rasim gets up to order two glasses of the strongest whiskey they serve in this tavern. Walking back he looks at the hooded human inquisitively, yet friendly.

"Well now, my name is Rasim, eyes and ears in dark places. He says as he sits down with the drinks at Zale's table
"We have all come here for different reasons," some to escape their past," Rasim spreads his arms "some to please their deities", He points at the dwarf "others because they are forced to by an unseen entity". gesturing towards the gnome and the orc".
"Where do you fit in?"

DM, how many players total are you looking for?

Hmm, 4-6 probably.

" I've got no where else to be." Zale takes a quick slug of his drink and continues. I'm taking it fresh starts and crazy gnomes with outlandish philosophical views are common occurrences in this town?"

The old man in the corner begins to play his guitar again.

Gow perks up as the music starts and walks over to the guitar-playing man. Do you take requests? Do you know "Dreadhold Prison Blues?" What about "Ghost Driders in the Sky?"

Apparently Gow-Wabber's a fan of Johnny Cash's fantasy equivalent.

"Not th' strangest thing I've run into, friend. No, that'd be that time I ran into a fellow Dwarf that thought 'imself an Orc. That was a hell o' a conversation," Wodin chuckles, getting up to grab himself a drink from the bar. "Fella could barely speak 'is mother tongue, but he was a tough son o' th' mountain, that he was."

"Now pray tell, good Dwarf, what did you do to this 'Orc' once he revealed himself as such?" Zale laughs and proceeds to turn in his seat to address the source of the music. "Come on old timer, give us something to fit the mood."

"Nothin', really," Wodin shrugs. "He was damn sure o' it, and who am I t' tell 'im that he's wrong? Didn't have th' time to set 'im down and explain it t' the fella, so I jus' let 'im be," he smiles as he takes a mug of ale from the bar.

The old man plays.

Vlagras sways a little to the music.

I remember when I was learning the healing arts, the bards would play on their harps for the patients. Such a world away.

The music picks up and Vlagras' face drops a little.

I wish all music was just simple, even toned as those harps. But alas it is not, that and it would get a little stale

OMG I love that song! lol

When the music starts up, Gow wanders back to his table and sits down. He leans back in his chair with a peaceful expression on his face and appears lost in a reverie.

Awesome song!

"A dwarf-orc? A dwork? Dwark, Dwar-fork, Orf? I gotta say, that's a combination I'm glad I've never had to meet. Between Orc women and dwarven ones, I'm not sure males of either race would be gettin' off any easier choosin' one over the other."

The massive orc-thing suppresses a mock-shudder.

Wodin chuckles again. "Nah, lad. He was a true-blooded Dwarf, jus' like meself. Somehow go' raised by Orcs. Didn' bother askin' how, I don' know if I'd ha' believed 'im, anyway."

Rasim smiles to himself as he hears the orc's remark.
Haven't met too many dwarf women, then again, it might be the beard.... He is right though about female orcs, tough lovin' indeed if the stories are true

He listens quietly to the music, drifting back in his memories when he was just a boy. Only thing missing is a violin

This will be closing and I will be making decisions in about 4 and a half hours.

I welcome any further applicants, especially of the non-arcane sort.

I will be forthcoming, barring any new applicants, the party pretty much put itself together. I will be deciding between the myriad of arcane casters.

So you arcane folk, why do you want to save the world? Or more accurately, save some poor farmers chickens?

Gow-Wabber would say that such a trivial task is beneath him. Saving chickens is much too boring for...

Wait just a minute! Catching chickens is dangerous! People could die! If Birdy NumNum and I can help, we might be able to prevent a calamity of unimaginable proportions.

... ... That was unexpected ... ... *quick Google search* Ah, Gow's heard "this" story before.

Well lets get the ball rolling

Wodin
Froth
Rasim
Blue Eyes
Vlagras
And GowWabber

Please check in via the discussion forum, you have some time to make any mechanical changes needed to your character. Any touch ups, etc.

Awesome. :)

Good luck to you guys who didn't get chosen. It must have been a bear to pick from between you, because everybody had great applications! Hope to see you in future games.

Zale finishes his drink and picks his sword back up "Welp I guess I better hit the trail again. Be seeing you folks later."

With a wave and a nod he once again hits the dirt road...

Good luck saving that chicken everybody!

Sweet! Looking forward to adventuring with you all. For everyone who wasn't chosen, hopefully we'll meet again in the future.

Nice, looking forward to playing with you all! Good luck to all people that weren't picked this time, hope to play with you in another game.

Thank you for picking me. To all that didn't get picked it was fun having a drink with you.