Alandrian Verium |
"NOOOO!! Don't scowled Maria, she eats entrails for breakfast, might be a Goblin and TOTALLY EATS PEOPLES SOOOO... *blub-blub-blub*..." Ali is hoisted in to the air and has his head dunked in the trough, by his Eidolon, before he is pulled out, gasping for breath. "Okay okay... She isn't any of those things and she only eats people food... Jeeez."
Vandra Geaux |
Vandra sullenly looks at the knife girl and mutters, "Sorry." He looks over at his mother for help, but she looks away trying to hide her grin.
Maybe now he'll make some new friends she thinks to herself as she walks over to the bear that had just dunked the other boy again. She patted his flank in exasperated sympathy before sitting down.
Technically, Jeaux was Vandra's flesh and blood mother, he just took her soul upon her death and placed it in the family pet in a fit of grief.
DarkestHeart |
@ Korak Oh I feel you on that. Haha Well... in a way. My profile is full of Aliases and I can't point to one who wasn't in a game, just most of them are all inactive now. I am kinda addicted to making Characters though. So I jumped at making these two.
@ Vandra Oh I know that, but Vandra and Ali don't have parents who are human, is what I mean, not any more.
@ Kent / Mary I actually like that in characters at times, a semi-whole family can be good to fall back on.
Vandra Geaux |
Jeaux staggered a little bit from the pat on her back, still getting used to her new form even after all this time. She nodded at the bear's sentiment, remembering various times while raising Vandra. Furrowing her brow in thought, she reached down and traced letters on the ground, spelling out "H...O...W...L...O...N...G...H...A...V...E...Y...O...U...B...E...E...N...W. ..I...T...H...A...L...I?"
Mary Morrickson |
"And there she goes."
Mary turns back to the group, and noticed the weird looking rat thing.
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
Mary noticed as it scratches the dirt next to the otherworldly bear, but can't really tell why it was doing that.
"Azer, who are you talking to?"
As she speaks, she cocks her head to the side to try to understand what is going on.
Korak The Boisterous |
I am seriously considering weaponizing the heck out Maria, how would the GM feel about me horridly abusing the trap making rules to do things like create a watch mannaquin that if somebody stabs it it juts spikes out of it's surface, or functioning puppets that when she throws them turn and they hit turn into whirling buzzsaws as their spring unwinds? and then possibly explodes.
Vandra Geaux |
Jeaux nodded in understanding, happy that Azerie was finally able to look after Ali. "S...O...D...O...Y...O...U...T...W...O...L...I...V...E...N...E...A...R...H. ..E...R...E?" she spelled out, wondering more about her current companions.
Vandra, meanwhile, wandered around the area, finally stumbling upon the small, cloaked figure in the corner. Stumbled quite litterally, in fact, tripping over the figure and landing on his face. "Er, sorry about that," he said, rubbing his face, trying to get rid of the pain and hoping that his nose wasn't broken.
Azerienzal |
"Oh... Ahm... Mary this is Jeaux, she is Vandras mother!" Azerie steps back, indicating the marsupial.
Azerie looks down and reads the words again before nodding. "Aye. Well... I am only here whilst Ali is awake but... He lives in that wagon at the edge of town. He used to live with a woman there, after his parents died, but she too passed away some years ago. The townspeople kinda minded him till I could manifest!"
Vandra Geaux |
Unfortunately, I'm already attached to this character and am really hoping I get picked. I like all of you so far and wish to play together in the campaign.
Jeaux looked over at the human woman and wrote out, "P...L...E...A...S...E...D...T...O...M...E...E...T...Y...O...U...A...N...D. ..Y...E...S...I...R...E...A...L...L...Y...A...M...H...I...S...M...O...T...H ...E...R." She smiled up at the woman, hoping that she didn't think it weird that Vandra's mother was a wallaby.
Okay, writing out Jeaux's speach like that is getting irritating :p I'm just gonna write it out like normal speech, just remember that she's writing it down on the ground (or in a notebook when I get around to getting her one) when she wants to speak to anybody other than Vandra.
Azzerix Wyrmclaw |
The hooded figure seems to perk up at the activity, though with the accompanying growl, it's hard to tell what he/she thinks of what's happening.
Finally, after a few more minutes of conversation, the figure hisses for quiet... even without facial features, it's clear there is something off about the voice. It's even more apparent when it speaks in a scratchy, gutteral growl. "Too noisy. Trying to concentrate. Shhhhhhh!"
Mary Morrickson |
"Wow! Sandpoint must be rather magical. Amazing! It is nice to meet you? I never seen a creature like you before, nor would I even to begin how you got that way."
Mary exclaims in a rather high tone. But then catches herself and quiets down as she hears the Shush.
"Er, sorry. But you have to admit that this town seems interesting."
Vandra Geaux |
Jeaux shrugged, not really knowing what to say. "I died, and my son put my soul in our pet's body in a fit of grief," she scrawled, keeping an eye on everybody around her son. "And I'm a wallaby, in case you were wondering."
BTW, where does everybody get those cool stat blocks? Is there someplace to get them made or does everybody do it by hand?
Torvald Ragnir |
Near the commotion, as though simply to enjoy the day, sits a large man with legs crossed. On his knees is perched a staff, wooden and weathered with age but sturdy all the same, with metal bands reinforcing the odd split or crack. Whatever expression he wears is hidden by a great mane of copper hair. His body scarcely moves except to lightly roll the staff beneath his rough hands now and then.
But his eyes - his eyes move, jumping from event to event as children play with knives and strange animals talk - talk! - and good-naturedly slap at the people around. In particular he studies the huge bear, the rare creature larger than he is. But what else should he expect, beyond the Lands of the Linnorm Kings? The people here were small. Maybe their pets were large to compensate.
And then when the hooded one called for quiet, at last the big man nods. Finally some sensibility in this madhouse.
Korak The Boisterous |
Here, I made a copy after somebody gave it to me. You just plug your information in the right spots.
Alandrian Verium |
"Oh when I say Maria eats intestines I take a bath but Tsa says it and people laugh. Discrimination I say!" Ali takes a seat near the fire and pulls his crossbow in to his lap, beginning to clean and maintain the weapon with a practiced hand.
"Well Tsakua can say what he likes, he doesn't believe it. You on the other hand have the sense that the Gods gave a puppy, and you are twice as likely to bite off more than you can chew!" The large, bear-like man patted Ali on the head before leaning up casually against a tree.
Rakh R |
Death is nothing but a new beginning in the cycle of things. (Yes, I'm comfortable)
I would be comfortable joining in later if someone leaves.
Any of these work for me, whatever you guys choose. :)
Rakh Rubina was taken in as a young orphan by the church of Erastil. Originally as a Cleric he was tasked with patrolling the forest of Ashwood. As one of the darkest woodlands in all of Varisia his prowess fighting Undead and Werewolves was put to the test daily. On his 18th birthday he was tasked with leading the patrol around the forest, he approached the task with a great unease in his stomach. Everything seemed quite normal throughout the daily patrol until the group heard a shrill scream coming from the darkest depths of the woods. Rakh, impulsively rushing to the aid of what seemed like a little girl, headed into the woods leaving his group behind. Within 5 minutes of getting through the thicket he soon realises that it was a trap set by the local band of Werewolves roaming the forest. Quickly Rakh tries to rush back to his patrol but in vain... Soon thereafter he hears the cries of his brothers being slain by a family of werewolves. As he heads towards the clearing he sees the wolves feasting, they turn to face Rakh and everything goes black.
He awakens and sees the lifeless bodies all around him, he looks at himself and notices a giant gash on his arm. It seems as though the group of ravenous wolves left him alive, suddenly hears whispers and then a blast of a horn. From a distance he sees a group of Clerics running towards the corpses laden on the ground. Rakh panics and dashes into the woods. Unsure of what has happened he can only assume one thing, he was turned...
Rakh, with one thing on his mind; he cannot return to his Church like this. He tries to search for away to reverse this curse... or is it a gift? Only time will tell. With his Druidic powers now much more prevalent and his animal senses going wild he realises he needs to seek a less judgemental form of the populace... He heads towards Sandpoint to the west.
Basically, Rakh was once a Cleric and turned into a Feral Druid by the Werewolves of Ashwood.
Goals and Interests: Finding a possible cure for his affliction and gaining the trust back from his brethren.
You can read the story above if it fancies you. :) This is only my second character that I've made in Pathfinder and I would love to play this campaign.
I won't have a problem posting that frequently.
Tsakua |
"Told you, kid, it's intestines. Pork if y'wanna know, and grateful I am for it. Did some lifting for the butcher, and he gave me all the leftovers I could fry." Tsakua sniffs the cooking meat and winks. "Ain't the worst I've et. Not much coin at hand for food, so you be a good kid, plug your nose and swallow your food, and you might get an eyeball for a treat."
Alandrian Verium |
Ali shrugs and puts the crossbow down, before beginning to shoot. "I heard the butcher in town mention you, and the blacksmith. They called you Tsakua, said you were big and tough, good worker. I think Tsakua is a cool name but it is a mouthful, just like Azerienzal. So I shortened it, just like I shortened Azerienzal. Sorry if you find that insulting. Here..." Ali stands up and walks over to his stuff, picking up a stack of firewood, and moving it over by the fire, before repeating it.
"This is half of the wood me and Azerie chopped for tonight. I won't need it when I get home and you are letting us share your food and your fire. I have a bottle of wine too. Will that solve things between us Mister Tsakua?" He hands the Half-Orc the bottle with a smile on his face.
Tsakua |
Tsakua is a little shocked at Ali's politeness and willingness to make reparations. These are all good kids, but none of'em have homes to go to, he realizes. If the did, they would've been off by now. Puzzled by what to do, an idea forms. Standing, he looks down at all three children with his most serious face, and speaks to Ali.
"No, boy, that won't do," he says. "But I do need someone to keep watch tonight, at least part of it. With festivals, strange people come to town, and I'd be obliged if you and your...companions...would share the campsite with me, at least till the end of the fair."
Alandrian Verium |
Ali grinned up at the taller man, scratching his head and carefully putting down the bottle by his pack. He steps forward and bows a fluid and graceful bow, oddly Noble, his arms held by his side. "It would be an honor to share your camp with you Tsakua. I am pleased you would invite us to do so!" When he straightened up, he handed the man the bottle of wine anyway. "Azerie says I am too young to drink and he is probably right, I get a little... over-active, even just off grape juice, and Azerie won't drink wine, he prefers Brandy. Please, it is good. My mama used to bottle it herself, years ago and she would want it to be enjoyed with friends!"
Kent Atherton |
"Did someone mention the blacksmith?" Kent stumbles into the conversation, clearly a cup or four into his drinks. His cheeks are flushed with drink, although he's not so far gone to be considered 'drunk'. "I'm the blacksmith! Well, a blacksmith. One of the blacksmiths." He rambles for a moment before shaking his head, his blonde hair whipping around wildly. "Alan, my lad! How's Azer... Aziz... Azir... how's the fluffy one?" He claps a hand on Azerienzal's shoulder. "And Tsakua! How are you all? I reckon I might be a teensy bit tipsy myself."
Alandrian Verium |
Ali grins and looks up at Kent, shaking his head softly. "Azerie is good Mister Atherton. And I promise I'll be around tomorrow to clean up the ashes from the Forge, if'n you can let your Master know that. Can I get you a seat or a drink of water?"
'The furry one? Kent is a little tipsy tonight aye. Good lad Ali. Keep it up!' Azeri whispered through Ali's mind, the accompanying emotion being a mixture of happiness and pride.
Kent Atherton |
"Master? Who... I haven't had a master since I left my family's farm, Alan. Who're you..." Kent scratches his head for a moment, nearly spilling his mug of mead on himself as he does so. "Wait... you talkin' about Gunderson? That's not my master, Alan, that old coot is my landlord! Prolly heard him yellin' about my rent, eh?" Kent laughs, a deep roar from his chest. "Don't worry about him, bud. I've got him sorted out, alright."
"And keep your scrawny ass in your seat, I'll get myself a chair. Who's our lovely company here, eh?"