| Gok Raya |
I'd like to put forward Gok Raya, Vanara Druid as a potential character for this campaign. Apologies if I screwed anything up, I'm new to these forums. (In fact, I made an account just to apply here.) Just let me know, and I'll fix it. The same goes for the background; if there's anything there that conflicts canon, I can find a way to adjust it.
| The Second GM |
Kage looks fine to me!
I'd like to put forward Gok Raya, Vanara Druid as a potential character for this campaign. Apologies if I screwed anything up, I'm new to these forums. (In fact, I made an account just to apply here.) Just let me know, and I'll fix it. The same goes for the background; if there's anything there that conflicts canon, I can find a way to adjust it.
One minor thing that I'd like better addressed in the backstory is why a vanara, who usually live in eastern Garund, is in western Varisia. It's a long way from home!
| Marni Torsdottor |
Sorry for the delay, it's been very busy for me this week. Here's Marni's roleplay sample.
Marni looked down at Sandru. 'Are all southerners this short?' She wondered. Since hiring onto to Sandru's caravan and heading south she had been constantly getting looks from people. Surely six foot wasn't that tall for a woman?
Kinda pretty.' She decided. 'And height don't matter when you're horizontal anyway.'
Unaware of just where the tall Ulfen woman's thoughts were Sandru continued giving her his instructions for the day.
Marni had been a good hire he thought. Those long legs ate up the miles in an easy stride. The nasty looking morningstar resting easily on her shoulder discouraged trouble, and she was a good healer with it. And she doesn't start trouble flirting with the other men. He thought happily. Sometimes crews could get messy if someone decided to play bedroll bandit.
Wonder what he'd do if I picked him up and took him into the woods for a while? Marni thought, nodding easily as she got her orders for the day.
| The Second GM |
Time for another of those lists I keep doing, because I have little else better to do with my time! :D
Mr Copperpot CG gnome sorcerer
Zvetlana CG human white-haired witch
Gudada Purrun CG human unchained rogue
Ol' Pike CG human high guard fighter
Avric Kaijitsu NG half-orc brawler
Samton Verro N human pact wizard
Mickey "the Mick" Santobello LN human school savant (Enchantment [Controller]) arcanist
Gulujak NG half-orc hunter
Kamina CG human samurai
Andani Nilvasha NG human spiritualist
Caeldren Shoreman Kaijitsu NG human inspired blade swashbuckler
Lor-Sinn Imass LG tiefling hospitaller warrior of the holy light paladin of Erastil
Ina-Quah-Shtii CG human unsworn animist shaman
Murakami Kaede LN human unchained ninja
Marni Torsdottor CG human cleric of Desna
Tay Kaijitsu LG human virtuous bravo paladin of Shizuru
Alasdair Cinàed NG half-elf nature fang druid of Gozreh
Kage Kurai LG wayang unchained shadow-walker rogue
Gok Raya NG vanara reincarnation druid
Kenta Kaijitsu ?? human swashbuckler
... Yeah, I'm gonna go cry inside for awhile, 'cause there are so many good submissions to decide from. x_x
| baggageboy |
Didn't get a chance to update background tonight bc my phone doesn't allow me to edit profiles (I've tried rotating it). Thought I'd have a little more computer access today but no biggie. Tomorrow.
For future reference, you can usually make it editable on your phone by requesting the desktop site. :)
| Red Heat |
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I don't envy you that choice, Second, but I guess I'm here to make it harder. Haven't been active here for the last few pages despite checking in daily, so with the deadline coming up I thought I'd reaffirm my interest in the game with a little RP vignette.
“You know, you really are quite the artist, my young apprentice.”
Veznutt Parooh was standing on a chair to better allow him to inspect his pupil’s work. Samton was, very naturally, considerably taller than his gnome master, and the older man needed some help to reach the desk.
“C’mon now, Mr Parooh. We’ve been over this before,” the young man replied, smiling at the compliment even as he dismissed it. “I’m an illustrator, sir. I’m not an artist.”
“And I keep telling you that your distinction between the two is nonsense! Look at that beasty you’ve drawn over Devil’s Platter! Oh, she’s gorgeous!”
The gnome picked up the freshly finished map from Samton’s desk to pore over the details. Sam had indeed incorporated the Sandpoint Devil into it, as was traditional. Mapmakers typically worked in monsters and local legends into their charts, not just as a warning to travellers, but as an admission of ignorance – a sign that the area illustrated was still not fully explored. Devil’s Platter outside Sandpoint was one such area.
“Look at the fiery glare you gave her! The wings of midnight! The maw of terror! You can’t tell me every bone in your fingers isn’t brimming with artistry and imagination! Don’t deny it, boy!”
“Actually sir, I just based that on Mr Gandethus’s description. He claims to have seen it after all. No imagination required. Well, not on my part... Just a clinical, dispassionate and impersonal illustration derived from observation, sir. That’s all.”
“Aw phooey!”
Sam smiled as he teased the gnome. They had indeed had this discussion before. Veznutt Parooh was a fanciful man, as gnomes were wont to be. He appreciated everything colourful, creative and whimsical, a fact made painfully obvious at any visit to his shop; the cartographer’s store was ready to burst with treasure maps, each one more fantastical and romantic than the last, all of his own make. Every one of them was fake, of course, as he readily admitted. But while they may not lead one to buried gold, the sentimental gnome assured any customer that every one of them promised adventure and an unforgettable journey.
His apprentice, however, was the polar opposite. His maps were precise, practical and prudent. They could be beautiful, as was this latest work his master was still admiring. But any artistry Samton worked into his maps always played second fiddle to their accuracy. Sam’s maps promised nothing more than to lead one to their destination.
“Someday, young Sam. Someday I will make you appreciate the fantastical over the rational.”
And so this good-humoured debate had sparked between them. One of playful art vs. level-headed realism. The artist vs. the illustrator.
“You know I appreciate it, Mr Parooh. I just... value the objective over the subjective. The subjective is... obscure and by its very nature only holds meaning for a select few. I’d like my work to be relevant to everyone.”
“So you say. And yet I say that years from now you will be more disappointed by the destinations you skipped over than the ones you reached. So walk aside the narrow road. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the wanderlust in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover!”
"... They're maps, sir. Some people don't want adventure. Some just want directions to the nearest warm bed."
"Bah! I maintain that there is the making of a great artist in you."
“An artist draws what he sees, Mr Parooh,” Sam smiled. “I draw what is.”
Master and apprentice continued their discussion into the evening. Neither expected the other to budge and that was perfectly fine. They appreciated the conversation and enjoyed each other’s company. But if only the gnome knew that just a few feet from him, inside Samton’s haversack, lay the weapon he needed to win this contest. For inside the haversack was a journal. And inside said journal were drawings exposing young Sam as a hypocrite and a liar: pages upon pages of drawings of one Shalelu Andosana, presented not as she was but as Sam saw her. The elf warden as seen in these pages was a goddess. Beautiful beyond mortal physiology, somber as any angel, and grander than any chapel. No rationalist could have drawn these. But then, love isn't rational.
I hope you'll find room in the party for a lovelorn transmuter (original submission included here for convenience), but if not I wish you and your players a great game.
| Ol' Pike |
Yeah I've only tried running two tables once before but I got tired of it quickly. Thankfully it was only intended to cover a single level and then I chose a table to proceed with, as was the agreement. Those who weren't selected at least got to play a little. But it was hard to say goodbye as both tables were pretty good.
| Ouachitonian |
Ouachitonian wrote:He's already said he doesn't think he can do that well. I would rather miss a good game than get into a bad one. Ya know?The Second GM wrote:Run two tables? :)
... Yeah, I'm gonna go cry inside for awhile, 'cause there are so many good submissions to decide from. x_x
Ah, I missed that.
| baggageboy |
Ok thanks to baggageboy I fixed Pike's background. I also updated his personality a little and AC to reflect the trait change. Any further feedback is welcome.
I'm glad to have helped :) BTW I love ol' Pike, I feel like he and Cael would be good friends.
@Second GM: I believe he's gaining his proficiency via heirloom weapon, so it's proficiency with that specific fauchard. I could be wrong though...
| Ictoo |
Late to the party as I've been away with work. I will try and get my backstory finished, but if not it's just the way it was meant to be. There are some brilliant entries for this game.
I had planned a Human Alchemist Vivisectionist(I was considering beast morph unsure if that would fit in tis campaign though). Two weapon fighter. Planned to take Caravan Guard, in Sandpoint just waiting for the next Caravan.
As I said I will attempt to get everything up in time but if not, good luck to everyone.
| Caeldren Shoreman Kaijitsu |
Good luck to everyone :) I'm on pins and needles waiting to find out who makes it.
I don't know if I'll have time to finish today but I added a spoiler to Carl's profile that has some thoughts about how he might interact with some of the other submissions. I just started at the top of the latest list and was working my way down when I ran out of time. Obviously there's nothing concrete about it as who knows who will make the final team and it's my one sided musings but it was a fun project and was helping me work on filling out who Cael was more. I'll add more if I have time.
| Cuàn |
All took a little longer than intended.
I present Idrin Korvut, Varisian Free-style Fighter and later also Ironbound Samurai. I went for a Hungerseed Tiefling after all, trading out his spell-like ability for the Soul Seer ability. He never sought anything behind his ability to accurately gauge the status of his opponents while fighting, always assuming it was just a skill he'd picked up.
Despite looking mostly human there are still three things that could make him stand out as something else; his bulk that he has never had to work to maintain, how his skin starts to redden when he's angry and the outline of a third eye appearing on his forehead when he frowns.
She quickly made her way back to her hometown of Sandpoint where she found shelter with her brother and his young family. She never again talked about what had happened and they never asked. Despite that, the events of that day would continue to cast a shadow over her life and the taint of the fiends would have influence beyond that.
Idrin's father came into view several years later. He was a handsome Shoanti man who visited Sandpoint for the annual Swallowtail festival. Idrin was the result of a night of dancing and drinking and by the time his mother knew she was pregnant his father was long gone.
As a child life in Sandpoint was nice and easy. At the age of 9 Idrin was taken in by his uncle to become an apprentice smith next to his cousin, Das, who at 16 already was a senior apprentice. When not learning the craft from his uncle Idrin played with the other children of Sandpoint, including a little girl named Ameiko. The two of them became fast friends and between his natural bulk and her quick wits there were few adventures the two couldn't handle. The absolute best of which was the time they knocked out a goblin that was harassing a dog at Sandpoint's outskirts.
As the two of them grew older they spent more time apart. While Ameiko visited her younger brother who lived at some academy away from Sandpoint Idrin had started the search for his father, much to the dismay of his uncle. Despite all the time he spent looking for information and away from the forge he had little success. It was at the next Swallowtail festival that his luck changed. For there he encountered a man who almost exactly matched his mother's description and who looked very much Idrin himself. As the two got to talking Idrin quickly discovered that the man was his brother, though from another mother. He was told that their father lived in Kaer Maga where he taught at the Price of Freedom fighting school.
Two weeks later Idrin was in Kaer Maga, at the school's doorstep. While the first meeting with his father was every but as awkward as he had imagined the two did hit it off quickly, sharing the same sense of humour. For several years after Idrin lived and worked at the school, training with his father and other teachers while paying for it all by performing maintenance on the many different weapons in use at the school. There he quickly became known for both his skilled craft work and his daring, sometimes even reckless, attacks.
As a result he missed the Late Unpleasantness. The fire that followed shortly after however claimed his aunt, Das's mother, and left his own mother severely wounded. When Idrin returned there for the funeral he learned of his mother's plans to move to the small to of Nybor, east of Sandpoint, while his uncle would leave for family in Magnimar. His cousin Das would then take over the smithy. Idrin stayed long enough to help both his uncle and his mother move to their new homes and to attend the funeral of Ameiko's mother.
After all that was done Idrin returned to his life in Kaer Maga, still regularly visiting his mother in Nybor. It would be several years again before Idrin headed back to Sandpoint. A student from the school brought news that Sandpoint had suffered from a goblin raid during that year's Swallowtail festival. Idrin made his way back to Sandpoint as quickly as he could. When he arrived he learned that Ameiko had just been liberated from her brother who had kidnapped her. While they were all pretty certain that things calmed down after the new heroes cleaned up the town and eliminated the instigator of the attack Idrin decided to stay there nonetheless.
He had only just started working both as Ameiko's bouncer and as an occasional assistant to his cousin when another attack on the town came, by giants this time. While he helped the townsfolk as best he could it were the heroes from before that once again eliminated the threat.
Idrin has lived in Sandpoint ever since, working as both a bouncer at Ameiko's inn and helping his cousin Das during busy times. Every few months he'd still make the trip to Kaer Maga to stay with his father and receive some more training, always stopping in Nybor to visit his mother along the way.
| The Second GM |
Just in time, Cuàn.
Recruitment is now closed.
I'll take a bit to consider the final choices, and then get back to you guys shortly. Before I begin, I want to say that you all made some pretty incredible characters, and if I could, I'd try to run things for you all. Sadly, I'm only one person, and cannot do so.
| The Second GM |
Okay, so... having looked over the various submissions several times over, crying, arguing with myself, crying some more, doing a number of exercises, debating the various merits, crying, and struggling not to tear out my own hair, I've come to a decision.
Will the following people report to the Discussion thread at their earliest convenience (after I've put the thing up, that is):
Ol' Pike
Samton Verro
Lor-Sinn Imass
Tay Kaijitsu
Kage Kurai
Thank you all so much for submitting your characters, and as I said above, I wish I could run a thing for all of you.