Also, what would Juggling as an entertainment fall under? Profession or Perform?
Well, I ain't the judge, but . . ..
Traditionally, juggling is a Sleight of Hand skill check.
You can also use Sleight of Hand to entertain an audience as though you were using the Perform skill. In such a case, your “act” encompasses elements of legerdemain, juggling, and the like.
'Dada found himself wandering through the crowd on the day of the Swallowtail Festival. Having no immediate needs, he wasn't actually harvesting from the crowd, even though his habits kept him evaluating individuals as likely marks. "I've got to do something to fill the time, to help count away the remaining 18 days at least, or I'm going to drive myself insane," he thinks to himself, noting the absence of Varisian music and dancers on this particular street. "Well, I shouldn't dance until I burn the rope, anyway. I suppose I could do a more traditional juggling and acrobatic bit . . .."
With at least an idea of what he could do to fill some time, Gudada scans the area looking for a place with enough space, and available props, for him to perform. The halfling further down the street deserves not to have 'Dada set up too close, so he settles for a space in front of the smithy, whose fire was almost out so that the smith and his apprentices could enjoy the festival, too. Gudada first stops at a tavern, gathering together a couple of dirty trenchers and an empty mug. "Please, hold this as a deposit" he tells a serving wench as he replaces them with a silver coin, before starting a tumble down the street to the smithy. His relatively straight-forward series of full-body tumbles attracts enough attention to partially clear the space in front of him as well as grab some attention from the crowd.
Reaching his destination, 'Dada drops an empty, open pouch on the ground near an external anvil before climbing up on top of it. Ladies, gentle folk, men and children! Today is a day of celebration! Let's see what we can do to keep smiles on your faces and gladness in your hearts!" As he's talking, he starts tossing a single trencher, getting a feel for the weight and heft of it. He starts tossing the second trencher in his other hand. "We honor all of the gods with the new cathedral, but I find that Desna has always shown me the way onto the next part of my life." At this point, he transitions the two trenchers into a single-hand juggle, while he grabs the empty mug, and plays with it, turning it upside down to note that it is empty. "Sometimes, though, Cayden has to get involved and distract me with other things . . .." At this point, 'Dada adds the mug into a traditional triple piece waterfall pattern. He accounts for the irregular size and weight of the pieces quickly enough, adding an occasional over-rotation of a trencher to invoke a little extra drama. "On celebration days like today, Cayden has far more of my attention than Mama would approve. Sadly, unless you are willing to help me out, I'm afraid I won't be able to give him the attention he desires." He interrupts the waterfall long enough to point out that the mug is empty, again.
"Perhaps one of you would care to help? Do you have something for me to add? A fruit? A full mug? A flaming torch so you can watch me burn myself?"
She had just made it. The day before the Festival, Sandpoint came into sight and Elloe picked up the pace. The trip had been a long one, but worth it for the Swallowtail Festival. She'd spent most of the day selling the few pelts she kept to local traders and swapping stories of hunts in a few taverns, all the while watching the town get ready for tomorrow. She slept lightly that night in expectation of the next day.
A slight commotion outside her room's window awakens the sleeping half-elf and, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Elloe opens the window just in time to see a man climb on top of an anvil. Hearing his declaration and wanting to get outside anyway, Elloe quickly collects her things, gets dressed, and goes out to watch the performance.
"Perhaps one of you would care to help? Do you have something for me to add? A fruit? A full mug? A flaming torch so you can watch me burn myself?" The man asks as Elloe joins the crowd.
"I've some blades if you don't fear cut fingers!" She calls out, her voice light and cheerful as she holds up a pair of knives.
'Dada sees a rather tall half-elven lady, clad in simple leather armor and some sort of polearm strapped to her back. The armor has several long scratches in the leather, and the last bit of a faint scar shows under her right ear as she brushes her pale blonde hair back.
"It's not a burning torch, but I figure a pair of daggers is about as dangerous. You up for it?"
'Dada smiles at the attractive woman near his feet. "Blades is it? Well, I suppose a little blood is ALMOST as entertaining as me burning my face off!" and he simply drops the trenchers and mug, letting them fall out of the air while he is talking to Elloe.
Once the clatter and crash happen, he looks up and around, then pulls his head back into his shoulders and covers his mouth with his left hand. "Oops!"
"Well, I guess I need to try the blades, then, don't I? What did you say your name was, beautiful lady? C'mon, the crowd would like to know it!" As he speaks, getting the crowd to look at Elloe, he accepts the blades from her and tries to get a feel for their weight and balance before climbing back atop the anvil.
Once atop the anvil he looks at Elloe, at the rest of the crowd, and at the blade in his right hand. He does a quick flip, dropping the hilt out of his hand and catching it again as the blade finishes a full rotation. He does that another couple of times, looking up at the crowd as he does so. "Well, this isn't so hard, is i . . Ow! I'm NOT supposed to catch it by that end . . .." He looks back down at this hand, where his fingers are gripping the flat sides of the tip of the blade. He looks at a child off to the side. "Why didn't you say something instead of letting me do that? That could have HURT." As he's talking he starts the blades off into another standard waterfall pattern. "Now, would one of you be good enough to toss me that mug again?" A young girl volunteers quickly enough. "No, not yet. Wait for me to call out 3. Okay? One. Two. Wait. Throw it on the count AFTER I say three, not when I say three, right? Okay. One. Two. That's probably not really a good idea, though. I didn't tell you HOW to throw it, did I? Stand up here close to the anvil, gently toss it up into the air around my shoulder height, and close to my left side, please. Okay. Ready? Three." The child stands there a second, shocked, and then tosses the mug into the air, more or less in 'Dada's direction. He snatches it out of the air and folds it back into the waterfall before glaring at the child. "Well, no blood no foul, right? Can you give this young lady a hand, mine are kind of busy . . .."
"Not a problem, Mister Juggler." Elloe laughs as she kneels down to help the child with the trenchers, careful not to hit anyone with her polearm. She'd done that few times before, not used to having it on her back. With a smile, she tosses the trenchers she picked up back to 'Dada.
"Don't you know it's polite to give your name before a lady gives her? For shame, Mister Juggler. If your manners were are well used as your juggling skills, I daresay you'd have plenty of women fancying you from afar. Her tone is light, her smile still there. "But it seems you have to roll in the road before you get anyone's attention. Such drastic measures seem... over the top."
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Storm enters the Tavern, as is a normal sight across the town of Sandpoint. Storm is well known as a follower of Cayden Cailean, and thoroughly enjoys drinking in the name of the Lucky Drunk. He takes a glance at Elloe and Gudada, but pays little attention, instead heading straight to the bar. "Mug of ale please, actually, better make it two"
The river traffic from Janderhoff isn't that heavy, but Thorfinn was still able to find a boat that would take him to Melfesh for little more than labor. Melfesh to Whistledown, then on to Wartle, and only then did he have to take to the road. Sandpoint isn't that big, so I should be able to find what I want without too much trouble. But once he got within ten miles of the town, more and more people seemed to be going in the same direction. Huh. They're not panicked enough for this to be a fight; wonder what's going on? Trying to be polite, he asked a passer-by what was happening. He didn't have to be so blasted rude about it. I'm a stranger here; how should I know about their petty little festival?
Making his way through the crowd once he finally got into Sandpoint, the dwarf muttered to himself. "Just my luck to get here the day the whole blasted town decides to turn out to dedicate their blasted new church. Can't see a blasted thing over all these-- --blasted humans."
Over the heads of the taller people around him, Thorfinn sees a human standing on something; through a gap in the crowd he sees that it's an anvil. Oh, now. That just isn't done...though maybe humans don't mind such things so much. At least, I don't see anyone tossing him off. He changes direction and pushes to the front of the crowd, where he glowers at the juggler. (At least, that's what it looks like. For all anyone else knows, he might be trying to look friendly.)
Wow, there are a lot of tall-folk here
A diminutive woman walks through the streets of Sandpoint admiring the sights and sounds. Her stomach growled, letting her know that it had been a while since she had anything but trail rations to eat.
"Shush tummy, I'll get us something to eat in a minute."
The smell of something cooking, something delicious at that, brought her around to a closed smithy, and the crowd of people watching someone do something.
"'Scuse me. Comin' through. Oh I'm terribly sorry, I didn't mean to step on your foot! Pardon moi. Little person here, watch your step please. Oh hey, that's neeEEAAAAAAAGH!"
She reached the front of the crowd only to be bowled over by a dwarf.
And just when things got inter-HELLO!
A quick pull of her arm brought her hand out of the path the dwarf's foot on its way to the ground. She was about to get up, then she remember the long wickedly sharp sword strapped to her back, the one that happened to be made of not so bendy metal. She rolled over on her side and extended her hand to the dwarf, hoping he was friendly, er, more friendly than his actions made him appear.
"A little help, please?"
'Dada fails to notice Elloe preparing to toss him the trenchers, but he does manage to spot the first one as it leaves her hands. His eyes get really big, he looks over his shoulder as he starts to throw himself backwards off the anvil, and he tries to put the blades into the water bucket near the anvil.
The show seems to come to a rather sudden end as the Varisian falls flat on his back, the blades scatter into the smithy behind him, the mug floats in the bucket, and the trencher that Elloe threw lands on his feet.
"Ooooh! THAT wasn't supposed to happen!"
I would really like to get involved! I've never done a PBP, but I played a lot of 3.5, and am now digging into PF.
I'd like to play a Half-orc Druid, which will probably mc into Ranger (maybe going Nature Warden), but I'll have to play with the build. I would be happy to lean him more towards caster vs melee depending on the group's needs, though obviously I'd need to take that into account on the build. I'm leaning towards a melee build partnering with the animal companion.
He has roamed the area surrounding Sandpoint trying to keep them safe and healthy for a few years. He was apprenticed to a very old and well-respected human druid that had been in the area for 40+ years, but recently died of old age. He recently buried (cremated? whatever...) his master, and has now come to town to re-supply, and also for some company. Frankly, he's gotten lonely, but he'd never admit it. He's very shy, but fiercely protective of those he takes as friends. Some people in town (especially local leaders or hunters and woodsmen) would have known his master, and are aware of his young and ugly apprentice.
I'll post something soon, but please consider my hat in the ring.
He wants to swap stories, I think he'll find mine a little dark for a festival day.
A gentile smile crosses his face for moment "Well met Chadron. I call myself Thandion and you most welcome to use it, even if my Mother wouldn't approve. Korvosa, I've been there once, you've come a long way, were the roads safe?"
The halfing proprieter comes out with his food and drink. Thandion is about to test the quality of the drink when a sounds of a cheering crowd coming from around the corner suddenly turn into a loud crash and clatter. "Oh, that didn't sound good."
Lost in his brooding (and spending all of the rest of his attention trying to keep his head from contacting any more human elbows than was absolutely necessary), Thorfinn didn't notice the gnome before he bowled her over. "What? Oh, I'm sorry--I didn't see...ha!" He smiles, shaking his head at what he just said, as he extends a hand to the well-armed gnome. "Irony. Stand in front of me, all right?" The dwarf gets her squared away just in time for the crashing denouement of the impromptu performance. As the echoes die away, he shouts, "Better clean up that smithy, juggler!"
Looking back to the gnome, he says, "I'm for an ale and something fresher than dwarf bread. Want me to make a hole for you? Least I can do, after knocking you down."
"Thandion - good to see you! I had safe enough travels. I traveled with groups in part, which is always more secure. Everywhere there are rumors of giants in the hills, goblin, orc, and Shoanti raids on settlements. But for all that, my journey was safe. Not uneventful," he says, with a broad grin and a wink, "but safe enough."
"It appears there's a story brewing over there. I doubt the Varisian lad would've taken up those daggers if he didn't have some confidence. Fingers are in finite supply."
"So what has inspired the bustle and energy? Swallowtail Festival is certainly coming up shortly, but the crowds and excitement seem more than I'd expect from such a festival," Chadron directs his question to Dairkal, but his manner puts the question to anyone within earshot.
The show seems to come to a rather sudden end as the Varisian falls flat on his back, the blades scatter into the smithy behind him, the mug floats in the bucket, and the trencher that Elloe threw lands on his feet.
"Ooooh! THAT wasn't supposed to happen!"
"My apologies for tossing the trenchers too soon!" Elloe says as she moves to 'Dada's side and offers him a hand up. "To make up for it, my name is Elloe. Given the entertainment, it's nice to meet you."
He has roamed the area surrounding Sandpoint trying to keep them safe and healthy for a few years.
Sounds a lot like what I've been doing, just centering around Sandpoint.
She gratefully accepts the dwarf's help and manages to stand without too much difficulty. She is about answer his questions when a loud crash comes from where the juggler had fallen. A quick glance is all she needed to see the damage and she quickly turns away with a wince.
That poor smithy. Hope the tall folk is alright.
"I'm fine, goblins've given me worse. Thank you for the help getting on my feet, and I've been looking for something fresher than trail rations myself. Care if I join you?"
The gnome busies herself with dusting off the dirt from her clothes as she talks, although the way she says 'goblins' is more like a curse or epithet than the name the little monsters go by. She stops when it becomes clear that she's going go have to wash her shirt. Ah well, I guess it's a good thing that I packed extras. She extends a hand out as she straightens up.
"Th'name's Talliree Yndercook, but Talli is fine. And what might I call you my, my good... Are you a dwarf or a halfling? I haven't seen many of either and I always confuse the two."
The look of puzzlement on her face is probably nothing to the look on the dwarf's.
Gudada sits up, grinning, but rubbing his back. "Well met, kinda, Elloe! I didn't ASK for the trenchers back, you know." His eyes sparkle while he makes the quick jibe, but then they broaden for an instant. The Varisian declares "Yes, I'm fine, thank you." as he bounces to the front of the anvil where he picks up the pouch he had set out and holds it out to what's left of the already dispersing crowd.
"My apologies for the short show! If you liked what you saw, however, a few coins for some ale to numb my back and I can do more!" 'Dada looks back to Elloe. "I'm not ignoring you, honest. Just trying to finish the business." He keeps looking away from Elloe and to the few people giving him coins, making eye contact with each one. The young Varisian even lowers his face to the same level as the children who give him coins, interrupting his "conversation" with Elloe to thank them each. "Oh! I still haven't named myself, have I? I am Gudada. And I'll get your knives here in a second."
Duilure's perks up at hearing the word story.
Wonder what type of story this is going to be?
Duee pulls out a stick of charcoal so to be ready if there is anything needing to be written down and tries to move closer to where that was said. Not quite sure where it was but was loud enough to have a direction to travel.
"Oh! I still haven't named myself, have I? I am Gudada. And I'll get your knives here in a second."
"No need, I got them while you were finishing your business. Got the mug too." She holds up the items to prove her point. "If I'd realized 'give the young lady a hand' meant clap instead of help get the items your were juggling back, you wouldn't have landed on your back. Even when you were falling though, it was a good show."
'Dada's smile seems far wider than the meager collection from his aborted show should explain. "Very good, then, 'Loe. I should return the trenchers and mug to the tavern up the road. I find myself wanting wine more than I thought I might when I started the show. Care to join me?" Elloe's seen that look in a man's eyes before. The good news seems to be that his self control is good enough his body language hasn't followed suit, yet. "And for the record, when somebody from the audience helps out, you ALWAYS try to get the crowd to make them feel better for doing so! This is more important with children than adults, though."
"I only just woke up, not long before the show actually, and I have a whole day to enjoy. I'll pass on the wine, but I will join you so I have someone to talk to while I enjoy a breakfast not made over a campfire." She smiles at the thought, her mouth watering at the idea of meal she didn't have to cook herself. it had been too long since she'd had something other than squirrel or rabbit or berries and tubers to eat! "You wouldn't happen to know a good place, would you? Your first wine is on me, on account of making you fall like that."
With some indignation, Thorfinn straightens up and thumps his chest in a rattle of scale armor. "I am a dwarf! Thorfinn, son of Feigr, son of Losk, son of...ah, you probably don't want to hear all that while we're both hungry. At your service, and your family's...Talli, you said? I wouldn't mind the company at all." Someone shorter than me...that, I can deal with.
He reseats his large pack, shifts one of the pair of handaxes at his belt so the haft isn't poking out, and starts towards the nearby tavern. "I'll go first, if you like."
"I know several good places, but they are all overflowing with people right now. I'm happy to settle for convenient, today. I borrowed the items from this tavern, I believe." He flags down a serving girl. "We've brought your trenchers and mug back, and you owe me a silver coin. Keep it and bring us two hot breakfasts, whatever you have, some wine, and . . .." 'Dada looks directly at Elloe, one hand extended in her direction, obviously waiting.
"Water or milk will be fine, thank you" Elloe tells the serving girl. "So, Gudada, how did you get into the profession of street performer? I've seen a lot of them as I've wandered, but your the first to jump on an anvil."
'Dada indicates his clothing with a quick flourish of his right hand. "When a Varisian lives in a caravan clan, he must learn to make money while visiting the settlements everyone else clings to. I know the reputation that we have amongst your people, but that doesn't mean we are all thieves, looking to take instead of convincing you to give!"
"Sorry!"
The gnomish woman squeaks out a quick apology while trying to avoid getting smacked by the dwarf's fist, although, she needn't have worried. She calms considerably when Thorfinn's anger mellows.
"Yes, it's Talli, and thank you Thorfinn, son of Feigr, son of Losk, son of Ahyouporbablydon'twanttohearthatanyway. I appreciate it."
A playful grin spreads across her face as she begins his genealogy, a none too subtle hint that the last part was in just, but she was earnest in expressing her appreciation.
"I heard that dwarves are good smiths and metal workers, did you know any back from where you're from?"
"My people?" Elloe asks, amused. "I don't know where my human heritage is from, nor my elven. All I hear is second-hand gossip and rumors, which is what I make my living off of. I've found there is usually a grain of truth to be had in rumors and gossip, but it's best to take it with a grain of salt too. You'd have to prove it before I thought you a thief."
Hmmmm.... I don't know where....
Duee tries to find a place out of the way. He finds a barrel outside to sit on so he doesn't get shoved all over the place.
This is not working. Wonder where the storytelling is going to be? I guess will have to find someplace to get some food in a bit. Wonder if there any place has fresh sticky buns?
Duee leans back against the wall. A small head sticks out from his collar when he starts to doodle on the barrel with the charcoal. He reaches up absently to scratch under the otter's chin. We will find some treats in a bit, Chute. I am hoping to see the crowd shrink a little at some point.
I still need to do Equipment and type up the background, but the gist is that Grigore was a well-reknowned arena fighter in Riddleport back in the day. After he retired he traveled around, trying to be a "monster hunter" but really just trying to use his fame to get him celebrity treatment, free drinks/lodging, etc. He has resided in Sandpoint for a few years now, serving on the militia and trying to relive his glory days.
At level 2 I intend to take Performing Combatant--for Grigore, every fight is a show. He will charge around demoralizing people and pummeling them with his Cestus (or Cestuses eventually). I think Gladiator meshes well with Brawler, so I'd like to try it out. Thanks for your consideration! I'll also make the avatar a bit later too, but here's the crunch I have so far.
Grigore the Grim CN Middle-Aged Human (Varisian) Fighter (Gladiator/Brawler)
Stats :
Str 16 (7 pts—15 starting, -1 age, +2 human)
Dex 12 (3 pts—13 starting, -1 age)
Con 12 (3 pts—13 starting, -1 age)
Int 14 (3 pts—13 starting, +1 age)
Wis 8 (-4 pts—7 starting, +1 age)
Cha 14 (3 pts—13 starting, +1 age)
Languages: Common, Varisian, Dwarven, Elven
Age: 42 years
Offense:
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+1 Initiative (+1 Dex)
+1 BAB (+1 Fighter)
+4 CMB (+1 BAB, +3 Str)
+15 CMD (+1 BAB, +3 Str, +1 Dex, +10)
+5 Cestus (+1 BAB, +3 Str, +1 Weapon Focus) Damage: 1d4+3 (+3 Str) (Crit 19-20/x2)
Defense:
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Current hp: 11
Max hp: 11 (+10) (+0 for Favored Class, +1 Con)
AC [+10]
Flatfoot AC [+10]
Touch AC 11 [+1 Dex]
+3 Fort (+2 base, +1 Con) (+2 Fighter)
+1 Ref (+0 base, +1 Dex) (+0 Fighter)
-1 Will (+0 base, -1 Wis) (+0 Fighter)
+7 Climb (Str +3, Ranks 1, +3 Class Skill)
+6 Intimidate (Cha +2, Ranks 1, Class Skill +3)
+6 Knowledge, Dungeoneering (Int +2, Ranks 1, Class Skill +3)
+7 Knowledge, Local (Int +2, Ranks 1, Class Skill +3, Trait +1)
+7 Swim (Str +3, Ranks 1, +3 Class Skill)
•Strong Willed (Cayden Cailean): You receive a +2 trait bonus on saving throws against charm and compulsion effects.
•Monster Hunter: You gain a +1 trait bonus on attack rolls and weapon damage rolls against aberrations and magical beasts.
• Weapon Focus (Cestus): +1 to attack rolls
• Dazzling Display: While wielding the weapon in which you have Weapon Focus, you can perform a bewildering show of prowess as a full-round action. Make an Intimidate check to demoralize all foes within 30 feet who can see your display.
• Hero’s Display: When you spend a swift action to make a performance combat check, you present the weapon in which you have Weapon Focus in a triumphant display. You gain a +2 bonus on the performance combat check and make an Intimidate check to demoralize all foes within 30 feet who can see your display.
•Simple Weapon Proficiency
•Martial Weapon Proficiency
• Armor Proficiency, Light
• Armor Proficiency, Medium
• Shield Proficiency (all but tower)
Medium
Speed - 30 feet
Bonus Feat: Humans select one extra feat at 1st level
Skills: Humans gain an additional skill rank at first level and one additional rank whenever they gain a level
Favored Class: Fighter
Lvl 1 (+1 CMD vs Grapple and Dirty Trick)
Skills : A gladiator gains Perform (act, comedy, and dance) (Cha) as class skills.
Weapon and Armor Proficiency : A gladiator is not proficient with heavy armor or tower shields. Instead he gains the Performance Weapon Mastery feat at 1st level as a bonus feat. This bonus feat is in addition to the bonus feat a fighter gains at 1st level. Furthermore, a gladiator using piecemeal armor is considered to be wearing a suit of armor as long as he wearing two or three armor pieces, gaining the +1 to armor bonus but still taking the +5% chance of arcane spell failure if the pieces are mixed.
Bonus Feats : A gladiator may choose to take combat or performance feats as bonus feats.
Fame (Ex) : At 2nd level, when a gladiator begins a performance combat, he always starts with at least 1 victory point. If he already has victory points, he gains 1 extra victory point. At 10th level, the gladiator starts out with at least 2 victory points. If he already has victory points, he gains 2 extra victory points.
This ability replaces bravery.
Talli, it looks for a moment like Thorfinn was about to get really angry at your jest, but he stops himself. "Sorry. Been in the deep places too long of late; still not used to dealing with иностранцы, er, non-dwarves. Family's serious stuff among us.
"I'm from Janderhoff, a ways east of here. We've got smiths, miners, stoneworkers, and an unfortunate lot of merchants. Don't think much of them, but it's sure they'd be better at dealing with all this." He waves one hand around them in a gesture that takes in the crowds of noisy humans. "You?"
A local militia member approaches Talli and Thorfinn, quickly at first, then more slowly when he sees the dwarf helping the gnome to her feet. By the time he gets to them he's a bit winded and standing next to two people who are not, despite his original judgment, about to fight.
So, uh, enjoying the festival then, are you? He smiles sheepishly and scratches his face with a gloved hand. On the back side of the glove are small metal blades. He wears no sword, but carries a shield.
When they turn to look at him, he says:
Yes, yes, I'm Grigore the Grim, champion of Zincher's Arena in Riddleport. It's ok, I'm just an average citizen now, no need to be shy. Can I show you around?
"Well, I'm glad to hear I don't have to prove my innocence!" The obviously unneccessary wiping of sweat from his brow helps solidify the impression that he's a little overly-dramatic. "Are you here for the Swallowtail Festivel, the opening of the new cathedral, both, or is the timing simply coincidence?"
The serving girl sets two plates and two mugs in front of the pair. 'Dada glances down and cautiously pokes at the unidentified meat.
Thorfinn casts a suspicious eye at the forward newcomer. "Not so much. Didn't even know about it 'til I got here this morning. Don't care much for crowds of tall folks. But, you point us at a decent place to drink and get some food, I'd be in your debt. I'm Thorfinn." He sounds like he was about to say something more, but he doesn't, although he gives a quick glance back at the gnome.
"Are you here for the Swallowtail Festivel, the opening of the new cathedral, both, or is the timing simply coincidence?"
The serving girl sets two plates and two mugs in front of the pair. 'Dada glances down and cautiously pokes at the unidentified meat.
"The Festival." She replies, cutting the meat and taking a bite. "I've no clue what it is, but it's a welcome change of pace. Anyway, the Swallowtail Festival was the deciding factor for coming here. Truthfully, it's been a while since I've really relaxed and had some fun."
I actually decided to submit Zurich, Tiefling Conjurer.
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/ccc?key=0ArHTD1KEbykzdFZvSVpVN3I1bjlYaW 02OTdQX0tueFE
One feat queston- How do you feel about the Obtain Familiar feat from 3.5? I'd really like to take the arcane bond (object) option, but I feel like the familiar is important to the summoner and Acadamae background. If you'll allow, I'd like to use my first feat for Obtain Familiar instead.
Alternately, I'd be willing to swap the conjurer element for an evoker, keeping the same character concept.
Linkified for your convenience: Zurich, Tiefling Conjurer.
Why thank you, sir! My forum-fu is clearly lacking.
Thorfinn casts a suspicious eye at the forward newcomer. "Not so much. Didn't even know about it 'til I got here this morning. Don't care much for crowds of tall folks. But, you point us at a decent place to drink and get some food, I'd be in your debt. I'm Thorfinn." He sounds like he was about to say something more, but he doesn't, although he gives a quick glance back at the gnome.
Well you're in luck, then, because dealing with crowds of tall folks, as you say, is my specialty. There's plenty of places around here to quench a thirst and get some decent food. The Rusty Dragon is the best quality for the coin, but if you're short on funds the Hagfish should suit you. So, what's it gonna be?
He looks on expectantly, eager to show sites of the town to outsiders.
One feat queston- How do you feel about the Obtain Familiar feat from 3.5?
Linkified for convenience.
Duee pulls out the last small apple he has and gives it to Chute.
Eat and guard is projected to Chute. Duee feels like shutting his eyes to concentrate better and hopefully doesn't fall asleep. Will just try and sit and listen.
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One feat queston- How do you feel about the Obtain Familiar feat from 3.5?Linkified for convenience.
I didn't think I was going to be able to find that anywhere that wasn't blocked from work. Will have to remember that site.
I didn't think I was going to be able to find that anywhere that wasn't blocked from work. Will have to remember that site.One feat queston- How do you feel about the Obtain Familiar feat from 3.5?Linkified for convenience.
Hey nice site! Looking at that, I had forgotten the pre-req of caster level 3rd. I would be fine starting without the familiar and summoning him with my 3rd level feat.
I'm fine with that feat. Seems perfectly all right. Alternatively, you could increase Charisma and go the Eldritch Heritage route to get a familiar.
Hmm...can't hurt. The burly dwarf nods. "The Rusty Dragon it is. Lead on, Grigor." And if you try to do me wrong, well, you're got your back to me...and this time I won't just tap.
I'm fine with that feat. Seems perfectly all right. Alternatively, you could increase Charisma and go the Eldritch Heritage route to get a familiar.
Cool! Thank you! I updated my character in the google doc.
Thorfinn casts a suspicious eye at the forward newcomer. "Not so much. Didn't even know about it 'til I got here this morning. Don't care much for crowds of tall folks. But, you point us at a decent place to drink and get some food, I'd be in your debt. I'm Thorfinn." He sounds like he was about to say something more, but he doesn't, although he gives a quick glance back at the gnome.Well you're in luck, then, because dealing with crowds of tall folks, as you say, is my specialty. There's plenty of places around here to quench a thirst and get some decent food. The Rusty Dragon is the best quality for the coin, but if you're short on funds the Hagfish should suit you. So, what's it gonna be?
He looks on expectantly, eager to show sites of the town to outsiders.
Talli was about to answer Thorfinn's question when Grigore the Grim came up to the pair. Talli gave a quiet "hrmph" and a pout to let her annoyance be known, but as the tall folk talked, she became more and more interested in him, but Thorfinn had asked a question, and it was one she wanted to answer, if for no other reason than to find something to talk about.
Argh! Why can't new people come one at a time!
She heard Throrfinn introduce himself, and caught the look from the dwarf, which almost sent her into a giggling fit. By the time she had gotten back under control enough to talk, Grigore had started talking about two taverns in town, The Rusty Dragon (Oooo, that sounds interesting!), and The Hagfish (Bleh!).
Needless to say, she is pleased that Thorfinn chose to go to The Rusty Dragon.
"Oh yes the Rusty Dragon sounds grand. Th'name's Talliree Yndercook, by the way. Just in from Whistledown."
Hmm...can't hurt. The burly dwarf nods. "The Rusty Dragon it is. Lead on, Grigor." And if you try to do me wrong, well, you're got your back to me...and this time I won't just tap.
Thorfinn casts a suspicious eye at the forward newcomer. "Not so much. Didn't even know about it 'til I got here this morning. Don't care much for crowds of tall folks. But, you point us at a decent place to drink and get some food, I'd be in your debt. I'm Thorfinn." He sounds like he was about to say something more, but he doesn't, although he gives a quick glance back at the gnome.Well you're in luck, then, because dealing with crowds of tall folks, as you say, is my specialty. There's plenty of places around here to quench a thirst and get some decent food. The Rusty Dragon is the best quality for the coin, but if you're short on funds the Hagfish should suit you. So, what's it gonna be?
He looks on expectantly, eager to show sites of the town to outsiders.
Talli was about to answer Thorfinn's question when Grigore the Grim came up to the pair. Talli gave a quiet "hrmph" and a pout to let her annoyance be known, but as the tall folk talked, she became more and more interested in him, but Thorfinn had asked a question, and it was one she wanted to answer, if for no other reason than to find something to talk about.
Argh! Why can't new people come one at a time!
She heard Throrfinn introduce himself, and caught the look from the dwarf, which almost sent her into a giggling fit. By the time she had gotten back under control enough to talk, Grigore had started talking about two taverns in town, The Rusty Dragon (Oooo, that sounds interesting!), and The Hagfish (Bleh!).
Needless to say, she is pleased that Thorfinn chose to go to The Rusty Dragon.
"Oh yes the Rusty Dragon sounds grand. Th'name's Talliree Yndercook, by the way. Just in from Whistledown."
Grigore smiles at the gnome, bowing slightly to look upon her more closely.
Pleased to meet you Talliree, and you Thorfinn. C'mon, I'll show you to the Dragon.
The armored man moves quickly through the crowded street, pausing to look back to make sure the newcomers aren't lost in the shuffle.
So, if you were unaware of the Swallowtail Festival, what brings you here to Sandpoint?
"Thank you!" Talliree says to Grigore as they start off for The Rusty Dragon.
"So, if you were unaware of the Swallowtail Festival, what brings you here to Sandpoint?"
The gnome purses her lips in thought for a few moments before answering the question with a shrug.
"Wanderlust, I guess. I didn't find out about the festival until I was almost here."
"So Dairkal, a temple being dedicated as part of the festival, you say. Sounds fascinating - eventful."
"I'm still hoping to find a room - perhaps something in," gesturing at his expansive frame, "a 'big and tall' size? No offense to the excellent cuisine or al fresco dining experience - or the top-grade entertainment - but the chair is a bit tight."
"You say the Rusty Dragon may still have some rooms? Three streets down on the left?" Looking at Tandion and gathering together his gear, "I'm away to secure a bunk. Care to come along?"
And with that, Chadron left a tip, and trundled toward the Rusty Dragon. He notices, in a casual way, a motley collection of not-tall folks headed in the same direction.
Reaching the Rusty Dragon, Chadron strolls into the bar. He makes his way to the bar, and asks, "Can I arrange a room for a few days? This kit, " hefting his pack with bow, arrows, spear, and shield above and beyond basic traveling supplies, "has gotten a bit heavy. A wonderful halfling, name of Dairkal told me you might still have some rooms."