Hjalvar, Bard of the North - Zedth
Sonja Abal Bjornsdottr - Thron
Uhtred Hannoven - adsapiens
Torsteing Rapp - Vahanian
Objarni - JubalBreakbottle
Bjarni Skjoldbod - Wilhelm Shieldbreaker
Just under 24 hours left in recruitment!
Name's Uhtred Hannoven, Jelani :) I changed the Dundee when I changed the entire character to be more accurate according to your suggestions. And as you can see by the first name, I love Cornwell's work ;)
Name's Uhtred Hannoven, Jelani :) I changed the Dundee when I changed the entire character to be more accurate according to your suggestions. And as you can see by the first name, I love Cornwell's work ;)
My bad, copy paste error. I will say one thing about Cornwell, the only thing he majorly f's up is the viking shields. They were certainly not strapped to the arm like he always mentions. They were center grip boss shields, held vertically.
I am interested but what about the Hunter class?
Google docs editing should be fixed/done.
Crunch should be done, minus the house rules that I am working on right now.
Next is backstory, but that will probably have to wait just a slight :)
Btw:
At 1st level, a cavalier receives a teamwork feat as a bonus feat. He must meet the prerequisites for this feat. As a standard action, the cavalier can grant this feat to all allies within 30 feet who can see and hear him. Allies retain the use of this bonus feat for 3 rounds plus 1 round for every two levels the cavalier possesses. Allies do not need to meet the prerequisites of these bonus feats. The cavalier can use this ability once per day at 1st level, plus one additional time per day at 5th level and for every 5 levels thereafter.
So i can spend a standard action to grant everyone the feat for 3 rounds, once a day :)
Cant use it often, but I can use it for that one dramatic moment :)
Here's Uhtred Hannoven, Jelani :)
Cornwell is fantastic on his descriptions of battles, weapons and even buildings and locations in Great Britain. As someone that had been to some of such places, I must say his books are an incredibly accurate travel. That said, he definitely isn't perfect, especially when it's not exactly about the countries of Great Britain and their culture. Still, however, such a fun reading.
Point buy looks correct to me, not sure if you already fixed it or if Hjalvar just added wrong.
** spoiler omitted **
Yep, my fault. I counted wrong. I counted the 16 as a 16 instead of a 14 (pre-human racial bonus).
Don't mind me.
*whistles innocently*
Crunch done, need to change the profile pic and work on backstory. going to sleep for a bit first :/
I am interested but what about the Hunter class?
Too much magic, and trying to avoid animal companions.
Here's Uhtred Hannoven, Jelani :)
Cornwell is fantastic on his descriptions of battles, weapons and even buildings and locations in Great Britain. As someone that had been to some of such places, I must say his books are an incredibly accurate travel. That said, he definitely isn't perfect, especially when it's not exactly about the countries of Great Britain and their culture. Still, however, such a fun reading.
Yeah, he's awesome overall. That trait is fine.
Here is Zayne's submission. Crunch is done. Need to do backstory, personality and description.
Basic concept is he is from a reclusive clan of hunters and trappers in the Pennines.
@ Dm Jelani. Yeah that and liberal use of the internet! But definitely a fan of the era, just (by coincidence ) been reading Viking the norse warrior's manual which is a light hearted, slightly simplistic but fun look at the life of a viking warrior
Out of curiosity why did you keep the Romans rather than just use Alfred the Great's Saxons? Was it for a more distinct difference between cultures?
@Everyone Another Bernard Cornwell fan here, although i admit to being a particular fan of his Arthur series almost named Bjarni Derfel,but figured it was a bit too saxon.
I kept Romans because I like them also, and I think they are a more fitting foe for the vikings. It also unites two interesting periods in the history of the Isles.
Works for me, looking forward to it.
Heading off to bed, planning on closing recruitment in the morning before I head off to do errands. All you last minute submitters out there better hurry!
So, here is my character.
Kellan, the cursed.
There are some missing information (feat/traits) which I'll select later today or tomorrow (in case I got selected)
N Medium Humanoid (Human)
Init +1; Senses Perception +8
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DEFENSE
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AC 11, touch 11, flat-footed 10 (+0 armor, +2 dex, +0 shield)
hp 9
Fort +1, Ref +1, Will +6
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OFFENSE
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Speed 30 ft.
Melee
Ranged
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STATISTICS
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Str 10, Dex 12, Con 12, Int 14, Wis 18, Cha 15
Base Atk +0; CMB +1; CMD 12
Traits
Drawbacks
Feats
Skills (8 points; 4 class, 2 INT, 2 Background)
ACP 0
Acrobatics* 1
Appraise 2
Bluff 2
Climb 0
Craft: Alchemy 6
Craft: Trinkets 6
Diplomacy 2
Disguise 2
Escape Artist* 1
Fly* 1
Heal 8
Intimidate 2
Kn. Nature 6
Kn. Religion 6
Perception 8
Ride* 1
Sense Motive 4
Spellcraft 6
Stealth* 1
Survival 8
Swim** 0
Use Magic Device 6
*ACP applies to these skills
Languages Common
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SPECIAL ABILITIES
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Orisons, spirit, spirit magic
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Spells
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0th (at will)
Guidance,
Detect Poison,
Daze
1st (2/day)
Cure Light Wounds,
Sleep
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GEAR/POSSESSIONS
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Carrying Capacity
Light 0-33 lb. Medium 34-67 lb. Heavy 68-100 lb.
Current Load Carried 0 lb.
Money 0 GP 0 SP 0 CP
Adam, my bro, an’ Pa ’n’ me was trekkin’ back from Kaahono Market on miry roads with a busted cart axle in draggly clothesies. Evenin’ catched us up early, so we tented on the southly bank o’ Sloosha’s Crossin’, ’cos Waipio River was furyin’ with days o’ hard rain an’ swollen by a spring tide. Sloosha’s was friendsome ground tho’ marshy, no un lived in the Waipio Valley ’cept for a mil’yun birds, that’s why we din’t camo our tent or pull cart or nothin’. Pa sent me huntin’ for tinder ’n’ firewood while he ’n’ Adam tented up.
Now, I’d got diresome hole-spew that day ’cos I’d ate a gammy dog leg in Kaahono, an’ I was squattin’ in a thicket o’ ironwood trees upgulch when sudd’nwise eyes on me, I felt ’em. “Who’s there?” I called, an’ the mufflin’ ferny swallowed my voice.
Oh, a darky spot you’re in, boy, murmed the mufflin’ ferny.
“Name y’self!” shouted I, tho’ not so loud. “I got my blade, I have!”
Right ’bove my head someun whisped, Name y’self, boy, is it Kellan the Brave or Kellan the Cowardy? Up I looked an’ sure ’nuff there was Old Devie cross-leggin’ on a rottin’ ironwood tree, a slywise grinnin’ in his hungry eyes.
“I ain’t ’fraid o’ you !” I telled him, tho’ tell-it-true my voice was jus’ a duck fart in a hurrycane. Quakin’ inside I was when Old Devie jumped off his branch an’ then what happened? He dis’peared in a blurry flurryin’, yay, b’hind me. Nothin’ there . . . ’cept for a plump lardbird snufflyin’ for grubs, jus’ askin’ for a pluckin ’n’ a spit! Well, I reck’ned Kellan the Brave’d faced down Old Devie, yay, he’d gone off huntin’ cowardier vic’tries ’n me. I wanted to tell Pa ’n’ Adam ’bout my eerie adventurin’, but a yarnin’ is more delish with broke-de-mouth grinds, so hushly-hushly up I hoicked my leggin’s an’ I crept up on that meatsome feathery buggah . . . an’ I dived.
Mister Lardbird he slipped thru my fingers an’ skipped off, but I wasn’t givin’ up, nay, I chased him upstream thru bumpy ’n’ thorny thickets, spring-heelin’ dead branches ’n’ all, thorns scratched my face diresome, but see I’d got the chasin’ fever so I din’t notice the trees thinnin’ nor the Hiilawe Falls roarin’ nearer, not till I ran schnock into the pool clearin’ an’ giddied up a bunch o’ horses. Nay, not wild horses, these was horses decked in studded leather armor an’ on the Valley that means one thing only, yay, the Nako.
Ten–twelve of them painted savages was ’ready risin ’n’ reachin’ for their whips ’n’ blades, yellin’ war cries at me! Oh, now I legged it back downgulch the way I’d come, yay, the hunter was the hunted. The nearest Nako was runnin’ after me, others was leapin’ on their horses an’ laughin’ with the sport. Now panickin’ wings your foot but it muddies your thinkin’ too, so I rabbited back to Pa. I was only a niner so I jus’ followed my instinct without thinkin’ thru what’d happen.
I never got back to our tentin’ tho’, or I’d not be sittin’ here yarnin’ to you. Over a ropy root–Devie’s foot maybe–I tripped ’n’ tumblied into a pit o’ dead leaves what hid me from the Nako hoofs thunderin’ over me. I stayed there, hearin’ them jagged shouts goin’ by, jus’ yards away runnin’ thru them trees . . . straight t’ward Sloosha’s. To Pa ’n’ Adam. I creeped slywise ’n’ speedy, but late I was, yay, way too late. The Nako was circlin’ our camp, their bullwhips crackin’. Pa he’d got his ax swingin’ an’ my bro’d got his spiker, but the Nako was jus’ toyin’ with ’em. I stayed at the lip o’ the clearin’, see fear was pissin’ in my blood an’ I cudn’t go on. Crack! went a whip, an’ Pa ’n’ Adam was top-sied an’ lay wrigglyin’ like eels on the sand. The Nako chief, one sharky buggah, he got off his horse an’ walked splishin’ thru the shallows to Pa, smilin’ back at his painted bros, got out his blade an’ opened Pa’s throat ear to ear.
Nothin’ so ruby as Pa’s ribbonin’ blood I ever seen. The chief licked Pa’s blood off the steel. Adam’d got the dead shock, his spunk was drained off. A painted buggah binded his heels ’n’ wrists an’ tossed my oldest bro over his saddle like a sack o’ taro, an’ others sivvied our camp for ironware ’n’ all an’ busted what they din’t take. The chief got back on his horse an’ turned ’n’ looked right at me . . . them eyes was Old Devie’s eyes. Kellan the Cowardy, they said, you was born to be mine, see, why even fight me?
Did I prove him wrong? Stay put an’ sink my blade into a Nako neck? Follow ’em back to their camp an’ try ’n’ free Adam? Nay, Kellan the Brave Niner he snaky-snuck up a leafy hideynick to snivel ’n’ pray to Godkin he’d not be catched ’n’ slaved too. Yay, that’s all I did. Oh, if I’d been Godkin list’nin’, I’d o’ shooked my head digustly an’ crushed me like a straw bug.
Pa was still lyin ’n’ bobbin’ in the salt shallows when I sneaked back after night’d fallen; see, the river was calmin’ down now an’ the weather clearin’. Pa, who’d micked ’n’ biffed ’n’ loved me. Slipp’ry as cave fish, heavy as a cow, cold as stones, ev’ry drop o’ blood sucked off by the river. I cudn’t grief prop’ly yet nor nothin’, ev’rythin’ was jus’ too shock ’n’ horrorsome, see. Now Sloosha’s was six–seven up ’n’ down miles from Bony Shore, so I built a mound for Pa where he was. I cudn’t mem’ry the Abbess’s holy words ’cept Dear Godkin, Who art amongst us, return this beloved soul to a valley womb, we beseech thee. So I said ’em, forded the Waipio, an’ trogged up the switchblade thru the night forest.
An elf owl screeched at me, Well fought, Kellan the Brave! I yelled at the bird to shut up, but it screeched back, Or else? You’ll bust me like you bust them Nako? Oh, for the sake o’ my chicky-chick-chicks do have mercy! Up in the Kohala Mountains, dingos was howlin’,
Cowardyyy-yy-y Kellanyy-yy-y. Lastly the moon she raised her face, but that cold lady din’t say nothin’ nay she din’t have to, I knowed what she thinked o’ me. Adam was lookin’ at that same moon, only two–three–four miles away, but for all I could help him, that could o’ been b’yonder Far Honolulu. I bust open an’ sobbed ’n’ sobbed ’n’ sobbed, yay, like a wind-knotted babbit.
An uphill mile later I got to Abel’s Dwellin’ an’ I hollered ’em up. Abel’s eldest Isaak let me in an’ I telled ’em what’d happened at Sloosha’s Crossin’, but . . . did I tell the hole true? Nay, wrapped in Abel’s blankies, warmed by their fire ’n’ grinds, the boy Kellan lied. I din’t ’fess how I’d leaded the Nako to Pa’s camp, see, I said I’d just gone huntin’ a lardbird into the thicket, an’ when I got back . . . Pa was killed, Adam taken, an’ Nako hoofs in the mud ev’rywhere. Cudn’t do nothin’, not then, not now. Ten Nako bruisers could o’ slayed Abel’s kin jus’ as easy as slayin’ Pa.
Your faces are askin’ me. Why’d I lie?
In my new tellin’, see, I wasn’t Kellan the Stoopit nor Kellan the Cowardy, I was jus’ Kellan the Unlucky ’n’ Lucky. Lies are Old Devie’s vultures what circle on high lookin’ down for a runty ’n’ weedy soul to plummet ’n’ sink their talons in, an’ that night at Abel’s Dwellin’, that runty ’n’ weedy soul, yay, it was me.
But was Kellan the Unlucky ‘n’ Lucky ‘appy? Nay, all Sloosha eyed me ‘hind back. Whisped ‘n’ whisped ‘n’ talked ‘n’ fingered runty Kellan. I was tener when Kellan the cowardy runned ‘way ‘n’ not much ‘ter the whities ropped Kellan an’ took ‘im in the ships ‘cross the sea, to land of whities, neve’ to return, a slave like Adam.
Now you people’re lookin’ at a wrinkly buggah, mukelung’s nibblin’ my breath away, an’ I won’t be seein’ many more winters out, nay, nay, I know it. I’m shoutin’ back more ’n forty long years at myself, yay, at Kellan the Niner, Oy, list’n! Times are you’re weak ’gainst the world! Times are you can’t do nothin’! That ain’t your fault, it’s this busted world’s fault is all! But no matter how loud I shout, Boy Kellan, he don’t hear me nor never will.
Kellan is a escaped slave, taken from his tribe while still a kid. His spirit, take for of this ancestors, but all he can see is the devil, which has been plaguing him his entire life (Old Devie, which is actually his spirit kind of helping him)
Somewhat coward, but tempered with wisdom of years, he may not be willing to sacrifice himself for others, but he will go on while there’s still chance to do something. But if the world is against him, he is wise enough to flee or hide.
A middle aged black skinned man, a tribal shaman, trinkets all over.
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Ooook... I think i am done :)
i should have everything in the profile, minus one trait and changing the pic. I am also just going over everything to make sure i didnt miss/forget anything :)
Few things;
1: Bjorn is related to Ubba Lothbrok, but only very distantly, and as such gets a claim to royalty, but there are soo many people in front of him that it doesnt mean much, and few would even know about it.
2: Bjorn struggled hard when they went to brand him on the arm, and managed to make it miss, catching him in the cheek instead. Romans didnt care, he was branded, and mutilated as well, but for Bjorn, it is a small victory.
3: Bjorn is the son of a Jarl that went to battle, not a Jarl himself (at least not yet), but his father died during the raid.
4: Bjorn has Lore: Nordic Folklore and Perform: Battle Hymns, as he sings in battle of the Northmens great history.
5: Bjorn knows both the Norse language as well as its Runic Alphabet (using up two languages) as he was taught about the ancient runes.
I think thats everything :)
Are all/any of these ok? any problems or things you would like to see changed/suggested?
RECRUITMENT IS CLOSED!
I need to go run some errands, I will sort through the submissions hopefully sometime today to pick the party. If I don't have time it might need to wait until tomorrow.
Ooook... I think i am done :)
i should have everything in the profile, minus one trait and changing the pic. I am also just going over everything to make sure i didnt miss/forget anything :)Few things;
1: Bjorn is related to Ubba Lothbrok, but only very distantly, and as such gets a claim to royalty, but there are soo many people in front of him that it doesnt mean much, and few would even know about it.
2: Bjorn struggled hard when they went to brand him on the arm, and managed to make it miss, catching him in the cheek instead. Romans didnt care, he was branded, and mutilated as well, but for Bjorn, it is a small victory.
3: Bjorn is the son of a Jarl that went to battle, not a Jarl himself (at least not yet), but his father died during the raid.
4: Bjorn has Lore: Nordic Folklore and Perform: Battle Hymns, as he sings in battle of the Northmens great history.
5: Bjorn knows both the Norse language as well as its Runic Alphabet (using up two languages) as he was taught about the ancient runes.I think thats everything :)
Are all/any of these ok? any problems or things you would like to see changed/suggested?
1) That royal succession stuff developed slightly later. In the north, it was still in the process of forming. Lords were still chosen by consensus of the adult male/warriors of the area, and who had the most men sworn to them. You become a Jarl by being a generous, rich, protector, not inheriting.
2) Fine3) Again, Jarl is more of a title you hold temporarily, not based on birth. Long as you are strong enough to be Jarl, and have followers, you are a Jarl.
4) Awesome.
5) That's fine. Runes weren't usually written in books, but carved on things. Not sure how much it will come up compared to Latin/Greek, but totally an acceptable choice.
I actually dont know much about how the rulership of the nords happened back then, I am mostly going off of what is said here :)
You all sailed under a great Jarl called Ubba Lothbrok, the last living son of a former king called Rangar Lothbrok.
and assumed that there was kingship or something of the sort. I might change it a bit more to reflect that, we shall see...
as for runes, I doubt i would ever find a book full of them, but if ever their are a few etched out on some rocks or a holy site or something, i would be able to read it :)PS: Autocorrect keeps trying to change Nord to Nerd XDDD
Edit: found my last trait :)
Keeper of the ancestral scrolls changed to Keeper of the Ancestral Lore.
Done, for what it's worth. Might be a little too late. Thought I'd try though.
I actually dont know much about how the rulership of the nords happened back then, I am mostly going off of what is said here :)
You all sailed under a great Jarl called Ubba Lothbrok, the last living son of a former king called Rangar Lothbrok.and assumed that there was kingship or something of the sort. I might change it a bit more to reflect that, we shall see...
as for runes, I doubt i would ever find a book full of them, but if ever their are a few etched out on some rocks or a holy site or something, i would be able to read it :)PS: Autocorrect keeps trying to change Nord to Nerd XDDD
Edit: found my last trait :)
Keeper of the ancestral scrolls changed to Keeper of the Ancestral Lore.
Well, they had many kings as well as jarls, but they were essentially the same thing. Any lord of a big enough area could call himself a king if he wanted. Ragnar Lothbrok became King after killing a Swedish King and claiming his title I think. Not sure, but the point is, king, jarl, lord, earl, eaolderman = essentially the same thing to the northmen. He is a dude who has a hall, a bunch of warriors and who hands out silver, mail and swords to his huscarls and protects their families. However in the southern parts of Europe this system has essentially already been eradicated in favor of more feudal, notions of kingship and inheritance. Romans also had a sort of feudalism with the system of Patricians (or whatever they were called in Greek), citizenship, freemen and slaves.
I am not a 100% accurate historical bible however, which is the beauty of this being an alternate Earth. Whatever I say is what happened :P
Hjalvar, Bard of the North - Zedth
Sonja Abal Bjornsdottr - Thron
Uhtred Hannoven - adsapiens
Torsteing Rapp - Vahanian
Objarni - JubalBreakbottle
Bjarni Skjoldbod - Wilhelm Shieldbreaker
Kellan the Cursed - Aku Warashi
Bjorn Brægrim - Gobo Horde
Will Erland - Zayne Iwatani
I will be deliberating over the submissions shortly.
In the end I decided to go with 5 PCs. It was a tough cut, as it always is. Everyone had great submissions, thank you for taking the time! I hope making the characters was fun in its own right.
The party selected for Warlords is:
Sonja Abal Bjornsdottr played by Thron
Objarni played by Jubal Breakbottle
Kellan the Cursed played by Aku Warashi
Bjorn Brægrim played by Gobo Horde
Will Erland played by Zayne Iwatani
All of you please report to the discussion thread. Thanks once again for everyone who applied. I hope to see you all around the boards some day again.
Good luck guys, i will probably follow this for the story element anyway.
Have fun, guys.
I guess the link is broken, here is a good one.