World of Xoth Campaign (PFE1 Variant/House Rule)

Game Master ALLENDM

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Grand Lodge

Looking over Daniels character I'll also take Susrahnite as a language.

That and Taraamite seem the most logical languages for someone travelling off map east to on map west. Happy to scrounge up another linguists point if an additional Language is needed

It makes sense that we start play in the northeast area of the map.


Ok Børak's starting languages are Hill Speak (derived from a old lost language) and Zamuran. He will also pick up Lamuran and Susrahnite.

May I assume we are all meeting in Susrah?

Grand Lodge

Seems likely AND has good prospects... politics means feuding, it's a wealthy land if we go criminal, not far from the Hill lands/north if we want to head out to wilderness... hell, it even has pirates if we want to go coastal...

It should leave the DM a lot of options.

Okay.

How did we meet/start working together?

Put stuff you WOULDNT do, and stuff you would and we can see our overlap.

I wouldn't assassinate.
I wouldn't kidnap kids/women... and even guys would be a stretch
I wouldn't do protection rackets
I wouldn't join the army

Prostitution (of self) is off the table too... though that would be a hilarious start...

I would body/caravan guard
I would steal/Do burglary (in fact Burglary is probably my fav. Crime)
I would do banditry or piracy (but I'd be a soft touch)
I would tomb rob/be an adventurer
I would recover/rescue people
I would be a mercenary

If you put something I like and I didn't think of, I'll jump on that too.


Still sorting out the personality a little, but going for a Conan/Shiver's vibe. I think he's a bit of an adrenaline junky... uses 'gold' as an excuse to look for adventure.

Harming women and children are off the table for Børak as is probably being a 'slaver'. The others: protection racket, assassination, kidnapping, burglary, pimp and piracy would depend on the who and the what. I'm not sure he's much of a "joiner" so long term commitments like the army are unrealistic. But pretty much anything where he can 'improve his future prospects' works.

Both our characters are reasonably martial so It's easy enough to meet going to our destination or at our destination. I'm curious as to what Jack and Daniel have in mind.

edit: In case you don't read 'Abercrombie' a general outline of Caul "Shivers" (not that I'll follow Shivers or Conan exactly, just sort of a guideline)


Helaman wrote:

Seems likely AND has good prospects... politics means feuding, it's a wealthy land if we go criminal, not far from the Hill lands/north if we want to head out to wilderness... hell, it even has pirates if we want to go coastal...

It should leave the DM a lot of options.

Okay.

How did we meet/start working together?

Put stuff you WOULDNT do, and stuff you would and we can see our overlap.

I wouldn't assassinate.
I wouldn't kidnap kids/women... and even guys would be a stretch
I wouldn't do protection rackets
I wouldn't join the army

Prostitution (of self) is off the table too... though that would be a hilarious start...

I would body/caravan guard
I would steal/Do burglary (in fact Burglary is probably my fav. Crime)
I would do banditry or piracy (but I'd be a soft touch)
I would tomb rob/be an adventurer
I would recover/rescue people
I would be a mercenary

If you put something I like and I didn't think of, I'll jump on that too.

Susrah it is if Daniel agrees as well. I was looking at all the PDF's for Xoth and they are really not friendly to low levels so I started looking at other "Conan and Conan like gaming systems" to see what they have out there as far as adventures that can be easily ported into XOTH. Most can due to the worlds. I also have a lot of little ideas on what we can do related to CONAN/KULL stories and such. One thing I am curious about is each of your perceptions of XOTH the world and HYBORIA. In Cthulla mythos the Cthulla creatures come from a world called XOTH...if that is the case and it is how we decide to play our world view out then XOTH and HYBORIA could be on the same timeline which leads me to some interesting ideas as we progress.

"Xoth, also known as Zoth, is the green binary star where Cthulhu and his like once lived before coming to the Earth. According to The Xothic Legend Cycle, it is where Cthulhu mated with Idh-yaa to beget Ghatanothoa, Ythogtha, and Zoth-Ommog.

Xoth is also the native home of Ycnágnnisssz and Zstylzhemghi, and was the temporary home of the latter's "husband", Ghisguth, and their progeny, the infant Tsathoggua. Tsathoggua later went to live on Yuggoth. Afterward, he fled to Cykranosh to escape Cxaxukluth's cannibalistic eating habits."

We could have some real fun with this as we progress.


I was really looking at Slaver's Caravan as a possible jump off point for us with a modification in the story line. Fun little story and can easily be modified for us.

Jack


If we need to travel/meet elsewhere to make it simple that's fine, Susrah just seemed like a good 'crossroads.' If it would be easier to start somewhere else it would be easy to do. No need to stress you out as a GM.

I didn't realized that Xoth was the home of the Cthulla mythos. I've read very little H. P. Lovecraft and I'm only vaguely familiar with the mythos. It borderlines on horror for me which I read sparingly.

I "assumed" Xoth was similar to 'Hyboria' or 'Nehwon' of Fafhrd and the Gray Mouser fame. I'm ok with the 'shared timeline' and with the idea of 'crossing over' onto that world. The big issue would be languages.


ALLENDM wrote:

I was really looking at Slaver's Caravan as a possible jump off point for us with a modification in the story line. Fun little story and can easily be modified for us.

Jack

You ninja'd my earlier post, so I thought I would jump in. A Slaver's Caravan would be fine.. as guards or as ...merchandise? either way it would get us going.

Tell us what city to be in, and we can write our backstory too it. We can find our own to the location. If it's convenient for two or three of us to travel together for a bit that works out too. I


If all are in agreement we will start in Dipur, a city in Khazistan, Gateway to the East. It is in eastern Khazistan and butts up against the Zorab Mountains and is just south of the Kharjah Pass which goes east into Susrah and into the cities of Yaatana and Belthaar.

The three of you meet by way of being hired on as caravan guards. Most of your adventures took place on the Kharjah Pass fighting off bandits, wolves, and the run-in with a strange man claiming to speak the will of some weird god...he put a "curse" on the caravan master's daughter who he then violated and murdered brutally. The master sent you after him with a bounty on his head you recovered his head and gladly took the bounty. However, the events up in the mountains over the course of the three days you tracked the man were burned in your memory for a lifetime. Birds warped by some foul magic attacked you on several occasions and wolves that seemed diseased moved with unusual speed and strength. Those birds and wolves killed the other three men with you. When you finally came on the man he to was twisted and different. Changed by some foul ritual that involved the young girl. You took the man's life and his head but even his blood was "different"...black and thick...his eyes changed and his face deformed with fangs. The caravan master at first didn't believe you but when you produced his daughter's hand with all of her rings on it and the man's armband he paid you and sent you on your way. Now you are spending your gold and silver in the Gateway to the East and trying to find something that appeals to your desire for another adventure!


Well, that's... intense... will pick up Khazistani as the fourth language instead of Susrahnite. So Dipur...the gateway to the east.

Just for backstory, where did the merchant hire us at?

Grand Lodge

Khazistani is a plus as a language then.

I like it.

I also like how much crap we went through... creates a solid bond.


Yaatana is where you came from.

Grand Lodge

I've now completed the character sheet.

It's a lock.

I'll spend the next day completing the character background and I am done.

I want to tie myself more to Borak so I am looking forward to your personality, background etc.


Robert,

I really like your character sheet set up.

Jack


Børak wrote:

Well, that's... intense... will pick up Khazistani as the fourth language instead of Susrahnite. So Dipur...the gateway to the east.

Just for backstory, where did the merchant hire us at?

Sword & Sorcery...and dark magic...need some intensity in the back story :)

I figured I would give you something to dwell on...a dash into the darkness that was unexpected...now you know is there ;)

Grand Lodge

Can I recommend that the impairment of PVS and MVS be -2/-4/-6 (or 8)?

With the HP wound thing also in it's gonna be hard enough.

I love the idea. I've winced when I've seen players lose slabs of stat points and just continue like it was just nothing. But stacking two levels of penalties, possibly 3 neutralises the character in short order.

Realistic? Nailed it.

But a little wriggle room in slightly less harsh penalties wouldn't hurt.

That said, never played these rules. I'm looking forward to it.

Grand Lodge

ALLENDM wrote:

Robert,

I really like your character sheet set up.

Jack

That is good...

I will futz around with mine a bit

Grand Lodge

Børak wrote:

Well, that's... intense... will pick up Khazistani as the fourth language instead of Susrahnite. So Dipur...the gateway to the east.

Just for backstory, where did the merchant hire us at?

I also kept Susrahnite


AC17, touch 14, FF13, DR2, HP 19/[22], Init: +4, Cond: Healthy, F:+2 (0 vs Poison/Disease) ;R:+7 ;W:+0, Init +4, Perc +5 (+6 vs Trap) Sen Mot +5* Sword Trances 0/[0] Civilized Taikangian Male Unchained Swordmaster Rogue

Profile... this will be WiP

It should be okay now

Liberty's Edge

Male Historian/Curator

Sorry for being so slow here lately...work just started back up and a ton of stuff got dumped onto me. I will use Robert's character sheet style and try to get this up by tomorrow...

I will also try to get her background sorted out and tie it into everyone else's story.

Liberty's Edge

Male Historian/Curator

Ok % for stats:

Str: 1d100 ⇒ 6
Dex: 1d100 ⇒ 20
Con: 1d100 ⇒ 28
Int: 1d100 ⇒ 25
Wis: 1d100 ⇒ 31
Cha: 1d100 ⇒ 89


ALLENDM wrote:
I really like your character sheet set up.

Thank you, it helps me stay organized.

So we meet in Yaatana? Børak would drop south through Karak into Lamu, passing through the city of Lamra going south through the Zorab mountains. I'll write his backstory that he spoke Hill man, learning Zamuran and Lamuran in his villiage. When he fled, he wanted to go south, and knowing Lamuran he intentionally passsed through Lamu. I figure he will be hired by a Khazistan merchant leaving Lamra returning home through Yaatana. Thats where he would have picked up Khazistani and would have been hired by the unfortunate merchant who lost his daughter.

Helaman wrote:
I want to tie myself more to Borak so I am looking forward to your personality, background etc.

I will try and get more done today, I tried to sort out where we could meet before Yaatana, but without learning a ton more languages, or spending levels doing it, I didn't see a way to pull it off.

Daniel Stewart wrote:
Sorry for being so slow here lately...work just started back up and a ton of stuff got dumped onto me.

It's cool, RL comes first, and besides we have till Saturday to get everything together.


AC17, touch 14, FF13, DR2, HP 19/[22], Init: +4, Cond: Healthy, F:+2 (0 vs Poison/Disease) ;R:+7 ;W:+0, Init +4, Perc +5 (+6 vs Trap) Sen Mot +5* Sword Trances 0/[0] Civilized Taikangian Male Unchained Swordmaster Rogue

Ok... gimme some cool things you did taking that Sorcerer down...

Also I was trying to write a background then realised I was about to write Fanfic so I'm gonna trim it some.


AC17, touch 14, FF13, DR2, HP 19/[22], Init: +4, Cond: Healthy, F:+2 (0 vs Poison/Disease) ;R:+7 ;W:+0, Init +4, Perc +5 (+6 vs Trap) Sen Mot +5* Sword Trances 0/[0] Civilized Taikangian Male Unchained Swordmaster Rogue

I was sold, or perhaps my schooling was paid for, at an early age. I barely remember my parents, I just remember crying and leaving with Eldest Brother Zhao, my soon to be new Masters oldest student. Life was hard but satisfying as I trained with a dozen other children of different ages in a temple until 16 or so.

While my Master was exceptional as a swordsman, I get the feeling he wasn't so good at politics or building relationships with nobility. We were forced to hit the road when a small army burnt my school to the ground. My master and I were the only survivors.

We were constantly pursued and kept pushing west beyond Taikang for over a year. We settled in Bhangari and my Master plotted his return. Having no other students from the school I became his disciple to all his knowledge... well... all that I could absorb before he went and died on me!

I spent most of what we had on a lavish funeral for him, sending him on to his Ancestors, and did my best to try to get a position at Lord Vidya's court. Then she happened. Prisha, one of Lord Vidya's dancers, my elder by two summers entered my world, then turned it upside down.

It turns out she did more than dance. I was, and I guess, still am, a slave to her. It was not long before her sweet body was in my bed, and her honeyed words in my ear. We could run away together and she would be mine... we just needed the money. We were both talented acrobats, and she swore the jewellery we would take from the upper chambers would be as one hair to nine oxen in the total wealth of Lord Vidya, and would not be missed.

We barely escaped.

The next two years were a whirlwind. We fled to Susrah and moved within the world of gamblers, slavers, and criminals. She and others taught me how to live as a burglar and a thief. I take a shameful pride that my training made me very good at it. Then one day she disappeared from my bed... taking almost all of our wealth. As far as I know she loves me still. She left my me sword and armour. She also left me a crowd of cheated enemies. It turns out she swindled a lot more people than myself.

I took off for Khazistani and signed up as a common mercenary.

I am, as far as I know, the last of Master Lu' Six Forms' School of swordsmanship. I'm STILL trying to make what he taught me work... and I fear if I can ever do it? It will be imperfectly. I'm hoping that I can turn a new leaf and return to my old teachings but my lawless habits die hard, and I still thrill to a fair woman's touch.


ninja'd by Shang, looking forward to reading the second post after dinner
Nothing wrong with fanfic, this is where I'm at so far:

so far:

Toikka had only survived twenty winters when he challenged the old chief Voitti for the right to rule the Uroskarhu tribe. The challenge began when the dew had dried on the green lasting until past midday. Toikka suffered six blows from Voitti's single bladed hill axe, five of them shallow cuts on his upper body and axe arm, one a deeper gash on his thigh that caused him to limp on cold winter nights. But he had wounded the chief more than double: eleven shallow slashes and a deep cut to the gut which would have killed Voitti within three days, but the final strike was a backhanded swing that took the chief’s head.

The victorious Toikka, after ritualistically destroying the old chief’s axe on a large stone, immediately took Voitti's unwilling daughter Kaija as his wife. They were married for sixteen years, she bore him six sons, all big, fast and tough like their father and grandfather. Kaija was everything Toikka hadn't wanted in a wife: mean, hateful and vindictive and he quickly turned to other women for pleasure and escape.

After Toikka had been chief for fifteen years a shield maiden named Asloug, the daughter of Timu the 'blacksmith' of the Jääkarhu tribe, joined the Uroskarhu tribe. She had killed a man of her own tribe when he tried to take her without her consent. It disturbed Tyhmä, the Jääkarhu tribes chief, that she would not wed a man who could not defeat her in combat, and he knew her to be a threat to his chiefdom. Being the daughter of the tribe’s blacksmith he banished her instead of ordering her death.

Asloug immediately joined Toikka's warriors in raiding that winter. Using her double waraxe better than all but Toikka himself. Returning from that first raid a harsh winter storm blew in, trapping the victorious raiders in a nearby cave. Toikka and Asloug combined their sleeping furs and kept each other warm......

That next spring Toikka officially demoted Kaija to the position as 'second wife' and made Asloug his queen. They ruled, reigned and raided together for six years, bringing great joy and wealth to the tribe. The spring of the next year Asloug told Toikka she would bare him a child. Tiokka was so happy, he had six sons and two daughters from Kaija and countless children through slaves and concubines but this would be the first child born to him by his queen. Seven years after that first night together in a cave she went into child birth. The labor was hard, the baby was turned upside down, things went wrong that no shaman could heal. A healthy black-haired blue-eyed boy was born but Tiokka lost his queen. Asloug was gone.

Toikka named the boy Børak, it had been at Asloug's request, she had told him of a reoccurring dream. A giant bronze warrior with black hair and blue eyes named Børak. Some dreams the giant wore a fur kilt, barefoot and bare breasted, in some a chain shirt with horned helm, in some bronze armor on horseback, but in all of the dreams he carried the double waraxe of their people. That winter Toikka quenched his grief with rage. When he was not raiding, he was planning raids. When he was not planning raids he was training his sons and tribesmen to raid. The Uroskarhu tribe grew richer and larger, other hillman came to gain wealth and honor under Toikka's raiders. They Raided the Red headed white men of Yg, they raided the Zamar, the Vudav even The Naath at the edge of the world.

As Børak grew, Toikka took notice and began bringing the boy into his world. When he was weaned and strong enough to sit a horse all day, Toikka would take him south to Karak to trade the raided goods with the Lamur who would come to buy the ill gotten gains. When other boys his age were strong enough to keep chickens and carry water, Børak would keep his father's weapons clean and sharp, carrying them while he raided. It was many a time Toikka would fell a man with his axe and the young Børak would finish him with a saex.

It was on a raid in his twelfth winter when Børak learned he was a rare bloodrager. Toikka had learned of a small village past the moors of Sul into Yg called Olgvich which had found silver, a metal that the Lamuran's greatly valued. Raiding the white men of Yg, was always dangerous because of their warlike nature and superior armor. So Toikka bode his time, planning the raid for winter when it would be difficult for transport to move the silver on a regular basis. Having Dreamt of a heavy snowfall, Toikka led the raiders onto the frozen moors and into the village of Olgvich at night during the storm. Toikka had most of the men of Natla raid the village to cause a distraction, while he and his seven sons raided the mine itself.

The mine had a wooden palisade around it, by the time they had chopped through the gate, the men of Yg had been aroused and the guards, in their chainmail armor rushed out to meet the bare-chested hillmen. The ten guards fought bravely, selling their lives to buy time for the others to rush to arms and armor. As the hill men prepared to enter the mine buildings proper more than a dozen armed and armored white men rushed out to stop them. Børak had finished slitting the throat of the last living guard, when he saw his father Toikka and his half brother Detlef surrounded by five swordsmen. Detlef swung his waraxe into the hip of one man, throwing broken rings into a cloud of bloody mist. As the man fell, the soldier near him chopped into Detief's arm, severing the hand from arm and axe from hand. Then smashing the shocked hill man in the face with his shield knocking him unconscious, blood flowing from his stump into the new fallen snow.

Seeing his brother fall and his father surrounded, Børak rages for the first time. Rushing forward dropping the murder-saex, he snatching up his brother axe in both hands. The man who felled his brother, having turned to engage his father, heard Børak screaming, though no longer the shrill scream of a child, as he chops below the low hanging chain shirt, taking the man's leg off at the knee. Falling, bouncing off the ground the soldier's helmet slides back exposing more flesh. Børak turns, lifting the axe high, chopping again, this time at the exposed face.

Jerking the blood soaked axe loose as he turns, Børak faces the soldier to his father's left. Recognizing the threat of the axe-waiving boy, the soldier faces Børak lowering his shield, slowly stepping forward. In a rush, the boy charges the man, swinging the axe two-fisted overhand. As the soldier lifts his shield to deflect the axe, and prepares to stab under the shield, Børak deftly plants both his feet, switching hands he angles the blade away from the lifted shield, then sliding his right foot forward he arches the axe at the soldiers exposed left foot, chopping between the second and third toe, into the man's foot. Dropping to his right as the swordsman attempts to stab him, he jerks the axe loose left handed, then using the axe, hooks the man's unstable leg, letting his moment pull the man to the ground. As the man falls Børak regains his feet grasping the axe in both hands and chops into the exposed right leg, severing it below the chain shirt. As the man screams reaching for his leg he falls unconscious.

Børak turned, seeing his father and brothers had finished the other soldiers and were standing looking at him. Releasing the rage, dropping Detief's axe near him. Børak fetches his saex and continues slicing the throats of the wounded enemy while Vanhin, the first born son helps Detief, while some bind their own wounds and the others fetch the silver.

Grand Lodge

That's pretty epic!


Helaman wrote:

Can I recommend that the impairment of PVS and MVS be -2/-4/-6 (or 8)?

With the HP wound thing also in it's gonna be hard enough.

I love the idea. I've winced when I've seen players lose slabs of stat points and just continue like it was just nothing. But stacking two levels of penalties, possibly 3 neutralises the character in short order.

Realistic? Nailed it.

But a little wriggle room in slightly less harsh penalties wouldn't hurt.

That said, never played these rules. I'm looking forward to it.

I gave a lot of thought to doing just that...-2/-4/-8 but as I thought about it the truth is you gain an advantage (a pretty big one) in that you lose no bonus from initial ability damage. If we look at Borak's PVS we can use it as a case example.

Borak's physical ability scores are 18 (+4), 14 (+2), 14 (+2).

His PVS is stated below:

Physical Threshold 46 = Physical Vitality Score

Healthy: 35 +
Weakened: 23 -34: - 3 penalty on attacks, damage, fort & reflex, AC, Physical Skills & Ability and life force
Disabled: 12 - 33: - 6 penalty on attacks, damage, fort & reflex, AC, Physical Skills & Ability and life force; Staggered
Critical: 11 and below: - 12 penalties on attacks, damage, fort & reflex, AC, Physical Skills & Ability and life force; Staggered and movement - 10 ft.
Comatose: 0 PVS
Dead: below 0 PVS

In order for Borak to feel any effect of ability damage to his PVS he needs to take 12 points of ability damage. That is a big cushion when you consider if he takes 2 strength ability damage normally he would have a 16 and lose +1 mod to his strength. With Vitality, he keeps going with no ill effect. So let's say he then takes another 2 STR ability damage. In the normal play, he would then be at 14 and lose and another +1 mod and is now down to a +2 modifier on his strength. A few rounds go by he takes another 1 point of strength damage for a total of 5 points and he is now down to 13 with a +1 modifier. With PVS none of that would impact Borak because he has not hit his threshold. Now let us move this out a few more rounds. He takes four more points of strength damage. Now his 13 is a 9...so he went from +1 to -1 due to losing 9 points of strength in a normal situation. Using vitality this would not affect him because he has not hit his threshold of 12 points. Let us say the last few rounds of combat he loses 3 more points of strength...so now he is down to 6 and a -2 modifier in a normal situation but using Vitality he hits his threshold and now feels the effect of - 3 penalty on attacks, damage, fort & reflex, AC, Physical Skills & Ability and life force. The impact is much bigger but it is not until he hit 12 points of strength ability damage.

So that is the reason behind the -3, -6 (staggered), -12 (staggered, movement -10 ft). The hits are big but there is a big built-in cushion between the thresholds. Plus when you do hit the thresholds the impact is much more impactful to the character. That means the players an the party needs to think about the encounter and if it is RISK/REWARD is worth it. Especially against a legit monster who has frightful presence, can cause madness, and has poison or other abilities that can impact your vitality. Coupled with Wound Threshold it can speed up combat because decisions have to be made quickly if things start to go south for either side of the encounter. Put the effects of Poison damage on top of that and the world is a bit more dangerous but ability damage is easier to manage in the long run. So no matter if it is magic, poison, or disease you have to hit those thresholds, and because it is spread out using PVS and MVS the impact is not bad as long as you don't hit those thresholds...

Now the GM in me is saying...but you will hit those thresholds...you will! ((evil grin))


AC17, touch 14, FF13, DR2, HP 19/[22], Init: +4, Cond: Healthy, F:+2 (0 vs Poison/Disease) ;R:+7 ;W:+0, Init +4, Perc +5 (+6 vs Trap) Sen Mot +5* Sword Trances 0/[0] Civilized Taikangian Male Unchained Swordmaster Rogue

Ha!

I am all but complete - waiting to add a sentence or two to my background specific to my two new friends/allies.

Just a reminder I have a few criminal contacts in this place (if a city)... In Criminal circles local to THIS specific area I am known as "The Taikangian".

Appearance: Neat. Dressed in good quality clothing and armour of Taikang manufacture that is faded and looks like it has seen better days. Currently he wears his often unkept hair long, reaching to his mid shoulders. He wears a headband to hold it back most of the time.

Personality Traits: Driven to Excel - leading to risk taking, Polite and Courteous... often inappropriately so, and due to being Earnest and trusting, sometimes easily misled.


Female Yar-Ammonite Witch 2: HP14/14 Cond.: Healthy | AC 12/16/T12/FF10/14 | F+1/R+2/W+4 | CMB +1/CMD 13 | init + 2 | Perc + 3

Ok, here is the basic crunch for my character. A couple of quick questions...as a civilized character is states I receive extra skill points as well as an extra feat...are these in addition to the ones I get for being human? Also I am still searching for a descent portrait for Isa, so she has no picture right now....

Please check her over for any errors or additions that I might have missed

Thanks!!

Daniel


Ra-Isa-Maat wrote:
Ok, here is the basic crunch for my character. A couple of quick questions...as a civilized character is states I receive extra skill points as well as an extra feat...are these in addition to the ones I get for being human?

It's my understanding that the different cultures replace the different 'race' traits from pathfinder. so those replace the 'normal' human 'race' traits. So with my savage, I have to take + 2 to str and 'Sturdy' 'Feral' and 'superstitious' replace the 'human' extra feat and skill.

So civilized are the closest to 'normal' humans as you can get...but your stuck being 'frail'


Robert Henry wrote:
Ra-Isa-Maat wrote:
Ok, here is the basic crunch for my character. A couple of quick questions...as a civilized character is states I receive extra skill points as well as an extra feat...are these in addition to the ones I get for being human?

It's my understanding that the different cultures replace the different 'race' traits from pathfinder. so those replace the 'normal' human 'race' traits. So with my savage, I have to take + 2 to str and 'Sturdy' 'Feral' and 'superstitious' replace the 'human' extra feat and skill.

So civilized are the closest to 'normal' humans as you can get...but your stuck being 'frail'

Correct.

Grand Lodge

nice character

how will the quasit enter into game play with the party? do we know of him? Does he stay in raven form etc?


Backstory: so I called the part I posted earlier chapter one, and the next part chapter two, so he's out of the hill country, just need to get him to Yaatana now.

Chapter One:

Toikka had only survived twenty winters when he challenged the old chief Voitti for the right to rule the Uroskarhu tribe. The challenge began when the dew had dried on the green lasting until past midday. Toikka suffered six blows from Voitti's single bladed hill axe, five of them shallow cuts on his upper body and axe arm, one a deeper gash on his thigh that caused him to limp on cold winter nights. But he had wounded the chief more than double: eleven shallow slashes and a deep cut to the gut which would have killed Voitti within three days, but the final strike was a backhanded swing that took the chief’s head.

The victorious Toikka, after ritualistically destroying the old chief’s axe on a large stone, immediately took Voitti's unwilling daughter Kaija as his wife. They were married for sixteen years, she bore him six sons, all big, fast and tough like their father and grandfather. Kaija was everything Toikka hadn't wanted in a wife: mean, hateful and vindictive and he quickly turned to other women for pleasure and escape.

After Toikka had been chief for twelve years a shield maiden named Asloug, the daughter of Timu the 'blacksmith' of the Jääkarhu tribe, joined the Uroskarhu tribe. She had killed a man of her own tribe when he tried to take her without her consent. It disturbed Tyhmä, the Jääkarhu tribes chief, that she would not wed a man who could not defeat her in combat, and he knew her to be a threat to his chiefdom. Being the daughter of the tribe’s blacksmith he banished her instead of ordering her death.

Asloug immediately joined Toikka's warriors in raiding that winter. Using her double waraxe better than all but Toikka himself. Returning from that first raid a harsh winter storm blew in, trapping the victorious raiders in a nearby cave. Toikka and Asloug combined their sleeping furs and kept each other warm......

That next spring Toikka officially demoted Kaija to the position of 'second wife' and made Asloug his queen. They ruled, reigned and raided that year, bringing wealth to the tribe. The spring of the next year Asloug told Toikka she would bear him a child. Tiokka was pleased, he had six sons and two daughters from Kaija and many children through slaves and concubines but this would be the first child born to him by his queen. two years after that first night together in a cave she went into child birth. The labor was hard, the baby was turned upside down, things went wrong that no shaman could heal. A healthy black-haired blue-eyed boy was born but Tiokka lost his queen. Asloug was gone.

Toikka named the boy Børak, it had been at Asloug's request, she had told him of a reoccurring dream. A giant bronze warrior with black hair and blue eyes named Børak. Some dreams the giant wore a fur kilt, barefoot and bare breasted, in some a chain shirt with horned helm, in some bronze armor on horseback, but in all of the dreams he carried the double waraxe of their people. That winter Toikka quenched his grief with rage. When he was not raiding, he was planning raids. When he was not planning raids he was training his sons and tribesmen to raid. The Uroskarhu tribe grew richer and larger, other hillman came to gain wealth and honor under Toikka's raiders. They Raided the Red headed white men of Yg, they raided the Zamar, the Vudav even The Naath at the edge of the world.

As Børak grew, Toikka took notice and began bringing the boy into his world. When he was weaned and strong enough to sit a horse all day, Toikka would take him south to Karak to trade the raided goods with the Lamur who would come to buy the ill gotten gains. When other boys his age were strong enough to keep chickens and carry water, Børak would keep his father's weapons clean and sharp, carrying them while he raided. It was many a time Toikka would fell a man with his axe and the young Børak would finish him with a saex.

It was on a raid in his twelfth winter when Børak learned he was a rare bloodrager. Toikka had learned of a small village past the moors of Sul into Yg called Olegovich which had found silver, a metal that the Lamuran's greatly valued. Raiding the white men of Yg, was always dangerous because of their warlike nature and superior armor. So Toikka bode his time, planning the raid for winter when it would be difficult for transport to move the silver on a regular basis. Having Dreamt of a heavy snowfall, Toikka led the raiders onto the frozen moors and into the village of Olgvich at night during the storm. Toikka had most of the men of Natla raid the village to cause a distraction, while he and his seven sons raided the mine itself.

The mine had a wooden palisade around it, by the time they had chopped through the gate, the men of Yg had been aroused and the guards, in their chainmail armor rushed out to meet the bare-chested hillmen. The ten guards fought bravely, selling their lives to buy time for the others to rush to arms and armor. As the hill men prepared to enter the mine buildings proper more than a dozen armed and armored white men rushed out to stop them. Børak had finished slitting the throat of the last living guard, when he saw his father Toikka and his half brother Detlef surrounded by five swordsmen. Detlef swung his waraxe into the hip of one man, throwing broken rings into a cloud of bloody mist. As the man fell, the soldier near him chopped into Detief's arm, severing the hand from arm and axe from hand. Then smashing the shocked hill man in the face with his shield knocking him unconscious, blood flowing from his stump into the new fallen snow.

Seeing his brother fall and his father surrounded, Børak rages for the first time. Rushing forward dropping the murder-saex, he snatching up his brother axe in both hands. The man who felled his brother, having turned to engage his father, heard Børak screaming, though no longer the shrill scream of a child, as he chops below the low hanging chain shirt, taking the man's leg off at the knee. Falling, bouncing off the ground the soldier's helmet slides back exposing more flesh. Børak turns, lifting the axe high, chopping again, this time at the exposed face.

Jerking the blood soaked axe loose as he turns, Børak faces the soldier to his father's left. Recognizing the threat of the axe-waiving boy, the soldier faces Børak lowering his shield, slowly stepping forward. In a rush, the boy charges the man, swinging the axe two-fisted overhand. As the soldier lifts his shield to deflect the axe, and prepares to stab under the shield, Børak deftly plants both his feet, switching hands he angles the blade away from the lifted shield, then sliding his right foot forward he arches the axe at the soldiers exposed left foot, chopping between the second and third toe, into the the man's foot. Dropping to his right as the swordsman attempts to stab him, he jerks the axe loose left handed, then using the axe, hooks the man's unstable leg, letting his moment pull the man to the ground. As the man falls Børak regains his feet grasping the axe in both hands and chops into the exposed right leg, severing it below the chain shirt. As the man screams reaching for his leg he falls unconscious.

Chapter Two:

Børak turned, seeing his father and brothers had finished the other soldiers and were standing staring at him, mouths open, weapons still. His father regained his composure first, bellowing at the other, ”Move! You know what to do!” Toikka waived his massive arm to the others as he headed into the building to look for the silver. Fatigued after the rage, Børak drops Detief's axe near his brother then fetches his saex and continues slicing the throats of the wounded enemy. Meanwhile Vanhin, the first born son, helps Detief, staring at Børak the whole time; while two of the others bind their own wounds and two help fetch the silver.

As they marched back to the village, the men ladened with bags of raw silver, Børak bringing up the rear carrying his father's axe and shield, he’d catch them sneaking glances at him. When the raiders joined them with their booty, he could hear his brothers whispers: “Did you see his face?” “His left eye was put out and a great scar ran down his face” “He had a full beard, fuller than yours with grey in it!” “It was like a ghost’s shadow moving upon him.”. By the time they stopped to camp all the raiders, except his father, gave him a wide berth. His father, drunk on victory and pride, kept him near as he bragged about how well his sons had fought, especially the youngest one who was twice as fierce as any normal man.

The day they reached Uroskarhu there was a great celebration that went late into the night. Toikka insisted Børak sit at the high table, on his right side, the place usually saved for Vanhin, the first born. Toikka told the tale of Børak’s exploits, picking up his brother's axe and slaying two grown armored men. He described Børak’s appearance as ‘fierce’ leaving out the mystical ghost warriors' visage. Being young and proud Børak drank in the attention and the mead, neither he nor his father noticed the bitter look on Vanhin’s face, nor the confused looks from the other brothers.

The next morning Børak woke while someone was stirring next to him. It was Lutka, one of the slave girls who worked in the kitchen, she gave him a quick smile, as she adjusted the shoulder piece of her dress, then headed down the ladder from the loft. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Børak wrapped his kilt about himself drawing on his belt and then followed down the ladder. Waiting near the end of the ladder, Toikka walks up to Børak slapping him on the back, laughing loudly, ”Bwa ha ha, a day of firsts I see.” nodding towards the kitchen, doubtlessly the direction the slave girl had gone. ”Come, we will find one more first for you.”

Børak follows Toikka into his private chambers, there on the large table normally ridden with maps, sets one item, a large bundle wrapped in sheepskin. Toikka gestures towards the bundle, ”Open it.” As Børak unrolls the sheepskin he realizes it is an axe, but not just any axe. It was a double war axe, the matching bearded blades a foot long, bright razor sharp hardened steel on the edges, the body's soft steel engraved with knots, lines and runes. The haft a steel shaft, four-foot long, capped with a spike, the body tapering to a long elkhorn-grip held with four steel rivets.

Toikka begins to speak again, Børak looks from the magnificent axe to his father. ”It belonged to your mother, Asloug.” Toikka turns staring off into the distance. ”It was made by Her father, Timu, the finest metal-priest I’ve known. When he learned she followed the path of a shield maiden he created it for her. Perfectly balanced, razor sharp, light and fast. Just like her.” He swallows hard. ”She would want you to have it.” He glances back at Børak, his eyes moist, then quickly turns away. ”She dreamed of you many times while you were in her womb. Saw you in battle, heard your name sang through the din.” His back turned, Toikka’s shoulders slump. For the first time Børak thought his father looked his age. ”After she was gone, I was lost, I took you to the hag, Noita-Akka, she cast her bones, said that an ancient bloodline would reveal itself in you. That's why I...” Toikka stopped speaking, his shoulders straightened, his head held high, he turned and squarely looked at Børak, his eyes a-fire. ”Her spirit will be with you even when you come for me on the green, and you will need all the help her axe will give you. I will not go quietly.” Toikka abruptly turned and walked out of his own chambers, letting Børak ponder what he had learned.

The ‘Battle of Olegovich’ (as that is what it became called), was the last time Børak played squire to Toikka. He spent the next couple winter with Detlef ‘one hand’ (as that is what others took to calling him) making trips to Karak to trade the raided silver and other goods. Detlef had a good head and one good hand, so Toikka put him in charge of dispersing the loot and dealing with accounts. Of all the brothers, Detlef disliked Børak the least, partially due to Børak saving his life at the mine and partially because with the loss of his hand, he was also an outcast.

During his time assisting Detlef, Børak learned more of the wider world, learning the language of the Lamurans, the people they traded the most with. It was during this time that Børak started having dreams of war. He would dream of battles, whether of a score of men with flint knives and stone clubs, or armies on horses with bronze breastplates and falcatas. He was always a part of the battles, sometimes waking up instantly knowing a deathblow had landed: sometimes the victor raising weapons in glory. He yearned for a return to battle.

His fifteenth winter Børak went to his father and asked if he could return to raiding. Toikka, realizing Børak was of the age when young men were encouraged to begin raiding, agreed and began planning a raid worthy to test the young men. An appropriate raid, one able to test the youth’s endurance and wilderness abilities, but not so hard a fight that they could not survive. A raid to develop talent and test the metal of not just the boys but of leaders as well. Toikka would send the young men south on a raid into Vulav, to a small village north Navdarak. He would have his oldest son Vanhin train his brother, Gaspar (Kaija youngest son) to lead the raid. He planned the raid for early spring, it would be when the Vulav’s would be shearing sheep, there would be wool to steal, merchants to rob and slaves to take. Vanhin was pleased to be sent on the mission, if for no other reason than to rid his family of the young Børak.

When the last heavy rains of spring stopped, Vanhin and Gaspar led the boys out of the hills onto the plain of Vulav. The passing was uneventful, but while Gaspar led the boys, Vanhin started whispering seeds of contention with the youths about Børak. While Børak did nothing to build a rapport with the other boys. He was larger, faster and stronger than all the others. Better educated and more traveled as well. He was the only one of the youths who had been on a raid before, even as only a squire. Wanting their respect he would tell of his experiences, and with Vanhin’s whispers the others saw it as bragging or out-right lies.

Unsurprisingly the raid went off without a problem. The complacent little village was fat with wool, merchants and young women. Only a few people even offered any sort of resistance, and few villagers were killed. They raided at dusk, setting a few fires and herding people into the barn where they sheared the sheep. Because of the Merchants in town there were horses and mules to steal as well. Loading horses and mules with wool, taking the merchant’s silver and several slaves, they headed north again, by dawn Vanhin had to set his plan in motion.

As they traveled, Børak was bragging about one particularly fat merchant he had robbed. He told the other boys, ’All I had to do was waggle my axe in front of him. He pissed himself as he dug out his ‘hidden’ pouch of silver.” Seeing the axe, and knowing the story, Vanhin went over and began whispering to Kade, a black haired brawny boy of seventeen winters with a sharp tongue and a quick fist. He was one of the few who killed a villager, an old man with a cane. Jealous of Børak’s reputation, Vanhin knew Kade would not be able to resist using the information he was given.

When they had camped for the night, securing thier prisoners and their loot, the boys sat around the fire. After retelling the story of scaring the merchant with his axe, several of the boys had asked to admire it. As the axe was being passed around the fire, it eventually came to Kade who held the axe up, letting the fire light reflect off of it. He nods, shifting it, ”It is pretty, one could almost call it dainty, perfect for the hands of a woman.” holding it in one hand, ”I am right, aren't I Børak, you carry a woman's weapon?” Not waiting for a response, he lifts up his own heavy single bladed axe, more a woodsman's axe than anything else, but not very different than what the other boys carried. ”I on the other hand, killed a man with my axe.” He smirked as Børak, ”Everyone tells the stories about the freak Børak, the haunted child with a ghost of a warrior. But all I see is a woman's toy. So who cares if you scared a merchant, you are no fighter let alone a killer.”

Rising to his feet Børak snarls ”I was slitting throats while you were still sucking your mother's tit.” Kale dropping the steel axe, stood lifting his own axe threateningly. ”Don’t you bring my mother into this you whore’s son!” Realizing things were about to get out of hand, Gaspar began to step forward, but Vanhin put his hand out, catching his brother's eye, shaking his head no. Børak’s eyes blazed, his voice dropped to a growl. ”Take it back.”

The boys near Kale scurried back like crabs on a beach avoiding seagulls, the others sensing the danger as well, scurried back from the fire. Taking Børak’s pause as cowardice, Kale smirked holding the axe high, waiting for Børak to leap over the fire at him. ”Make me!” Before Kale could lose the smirk, Børak roared, and dove. Kale, expecting Børak to leap over the fire, swung his axe at shoulder height. It wasn’t until he felt the murder-saex plung into his gut, and smelled the burning flesh, that he realized, to late, that Børak had tumbled into the fire under his axe and had thrust his knife into Kale stomach. As Kale began to fall, Børak pulled the knife out, spilling, blood entrails and ofal. Landing on his back, Kale gasped but remained conscious, ”It hurts.” Kneeling beside him, Børak, nods covering the boys eyes with his hand, he slits his throat with the murder-saex, closing the eyes.

His smirk nearly invisible in the firelight, Vanhin screams, ”What have you done?” as Børak moves from Kale’s side, recovering his axe. He looks at Vanhin questioningly, ”I only answered his challenge.” Vanhin, moves towards the fire, looking from Børak to the other boys. ”That was no challenge! He was only teasing you, you had no right! You knew he couldn’t fight you, you’re the chief’s son.” The boys look from Vanhin to each other, while Gaspar stood silent. Confused Børak stammers ”He was waving his axe at me, threatened me, called me a whore’s son.” Vanhin throws his hand up in disgust. ”That’s it then, he insults your dead mother and you have to kill him?” He looks quickly to Gaspar, ”What are we to do? Take you back to your father in chains? Make him try you for murder?” Realizing Vanhins intent, Gaspar steps forward, shrugging, ”We could let him flee, banished, he can leave to never be seen in the hills again.” Realizing what he had recommended Gaspar looks down, but Vanhin resists smiling, ”What will it be Børak, banishment or chains and a trial.” Looking from one half brother to the other, Børak points at Kale’s body, ”But, but, he… fine. But I”m taking what’s mine.”

Cleaning the blood off his saex, he returns it to its belt-sheath, retrieving his red-bear cloak from his bedroll and placing the blanket in his satchel. He goes to where they had stored the foods they had stolen, shoving several loaves of bread and some dried meat into the satchel as well. He then selected one of the merchant horses they had stolen, slipping a bridle on it, he paused for a moment pulling the blanket back out of the satchel, he put it on the bays back and wrapping his hand in the mane, leaping onto its back. He turns the horse towards the camp, moving into the light enough for Gaspar to see his eyes. ”You tell father that Kale called my mother a whore and I killed him for it.” Turning the horse towards the west, he rides out into the night.


Ra-Isa-Maat wrote:

Ok, here is the basic crunch for my character. A couple of quick questions...as a civilized character is states I receive extra skill points as well as an extra feat...are these in addition to the ones I get for being human? Also I am still searching for a descent portrait for Isa, so she has no picture right now....

Please check her over for any errors or additions that I might have missed

Thanks!!

Daniel

Bear in mind this is a low magic setting. Refer to the World of Xoth Player’s Guide > Sorcery > Summoning. Use that as a baseline for your familiar. No outsiders...


Ra-Isa-Maat wrote:

Ok, here is the basic crunch for my character. A couple of quick questions...as a civilized character is states I receive extra skill points as well as an extra feat...are these in addition to the ones I get for being human? Also I am still searching for a descent portrait for Isa, so she has no picture right now....

Please check her over for any errors or additions that I might have missed

Thanks!!

Daniel

The other thing we need to do is build your spell list.

Also who /what is your patron? This is important.

Liberty's Edge

Male Historian/Curator

I was trying to make the familiar into something that I really do not control...the quasit was the closest "pulp-like" creature a sorcerer might have. I was actually hoping to have a cat (or cat-like) creature.

For spells, I have been trying to stay with Illusion-style spells as, again, these seem to fit the requirements.

I am basing her class on The Beast-Gods of Yar-Ammon. A follower of Bastet (or Belet-Lil, the Moon-Goddess of Susrah).


Daniel Stewart wrote:
I am basing her class on The Beast-Gods of Yar-Ammon. A follower of Bastet (or Belet-Lil, the Moon-Goddess of Susrah).

A follower of Belet-Lil, wouldn't that make her a 'professional' girl?

Liberty's Edge

Male Historian/Curator

I see it a little different in Yar Ammonite where they are seen more as "Priestess", but she got quite a surprise when she arrived in Susrah!

Liberty's Edge

Male Historian/Curator

The spells I am looking for her to have are:

0-level - Light, Mend, Daze, Stabilize
1-level - Cause Fear, Cloak of Shadow, Silent Image

Grand Lodge

Daniel Stewart wrote:

The spells I am looking for her to have are:

0-level - Light, Mend, Daze, Stabilize
1-level - Cause Fear, Cloak of Shadow, Silent Image

That's damn terrifying.., I love those spells

Liberty's Edge

Male Historian/Curator

I know..even the simplest low-level spell is much more powerful in this game!! I want to keep the idea of "magic evil" and only used when desperately needed!


Daniel Stewart wrote:

I was trying to make the familiar into something that I really do not control...the quasit was the closest "pulp-like" creature a sorcerer might have. I was actually hoping to have a cat (or cat-like) creature.

For spells, I have been trying to stay with Illusion-style spells as, again, these seem to fit the requirements.

I am basing her class on The Beast-Gods of Yar-Ammon. A follower of Bastet (or Belet-Lil, the Moon-Goddess of Susrah).

We can do that. I was thinking that as well and we can work that out in game :)


Daniel Stewart wrote:

The spells I am looking for her to have are:

0-level - Light, Mend, Daze, Stabilize
1-level - Cause Fear, Cloak of Shadow, Silent Image

You may add Sense Magic (0) per HR.


House rules have been updated with everything we have discussed. I have updated the Sorcery section so make sure you give it a once over.


I will have the game play thread up as you work through the background of how the group came together from 1st to 2nd. I have pretty good base story we can flesh out.


Not as happy with chapter three, but it gets Børak from the hills of Natla to the city of Yaatana.

So putting the combined backstory together from Yaatana, through the Kharjah Pass, to Dipur, Gateway to the East. How much back story together do we need/want in addition to what Jack has given us?

In Dipur Børak would have purchased the breastplate/kilt, other than that I'm totally open to what ever you all want to do.

I will have appearance and personality posted before I go to bed tonight. Headed out with my wife for a couple of hours.

Chapter One:

Toikka had only survived twenty winters when he challenged the old chief Voitti for the right to rule the Uroskarhu tribe. The challenge began when the dew had dried on the green lasting until past midday. Toikka suffered six blows from Voitti's single bladed hill axe, five of them shallow cuts on his upper body and axe arm, one a deeper gash on his thigh that caused him to limp on cold winter nights. But he had wounded the chief more than double: eleven shallow slashes and a deep cut to the gut which would have killed Voitti within three days, but the final strike was a backhanded swing that took the chief’s head.

The victorious Toikka, after ritualistically destroying the old chief’s axe on a large stone, immediately took Voitti's unwilling daughter Kaija as his wife. They were married for sixteen years, she bore him six sons, all big, fast and tough like their father and grandfather. Kaija was everything Toikka hadn't wanted in a wife: mean, hateful and vindictive and he quickly turned to other women for pleasure and escape.

After Toikka had been chief for twelve years a shield maiden named Asloug, the daughter of Timu the 'blacksmith' of the Jääkarhu tribe, joined the Uroskarhu tribe. She had killed a man of her own tribe when he tried to take her without her consent. It disturbed Tyhmä, the Jääkarhu tribes chief, that she would not wed a man who could not defeat her in combat, and he knew her to be a threat to his chiefdom. Being the daughter of the tribe’s blacksmith he banished her instead of ordering her death.

Asloug immediately joined Toikka's warriors in raiding that winter. Using her double waraxe better than all but Toikka himself. Returning from that first raid a harsh winter storm blew in, trapping the victorious raiders in a nearby cave. Toikka and Asloug combined their sleeping furs and kept each other warm......

That next spring Toikka officially demoted Kaija to the position of 'second wife' and made Asloug his queen. They ruled, reigned and raided that year, bringing wealth to the tribe. The spring of the next year Asloug told Toikka she would bear him a child. Tiokka was pleased, he had six sons and two daughters from Kaija and many children through slaves and concubines but this would be the first child born to him by his queen. two years after that first night together in a cave she went into child birth. The labor was hard, the baby was turned upside down, things went wrong that no shaman could heal. A healthy black-haired blue-eyed boy was born but Tiokka lost his queen. Asloug was gone.

Toikka named the boy Børak, it had been at Asloug's request, she had told him of a reoccurring dream. A giant bronze warrior with black hair and blue eyes named Børak. Some dreams the giant wore a fur kilt, barefoot and bare breasted, in some a chain shirt with horned helm, in some bronze armor on horseback, but in all of the dreams he carried the double waraxe of their people. That winter Toikka quenched his grief with rage. When he was not raiding, he was planning raids. When he was not planning raids he was training his sons and tribesmen to raid. The Uroskarhu tribe grew richer and larger, other hillman came to gain wealth and honor under Toikka's raiders. They Raided the Red headed white men of Yg, they raided the Zamar, the Vudav even The Naath at the edge of the world.

As Børak grew, Toikka took notice and began bringing the boy into his world. When he was weaned and strong enough to sit a horse all day, Toikka would take him south to Karak to trade the raided goods with the Lamur who would come to buy the ill gotten gains. When other boys his age were strong enough to keep chickens and carry water, Børak would keep his father's weapons clean and sharp, carrying them while he raided. It was many a time Toikka would fell a man with his axe and the young Børak would finish him with a saex.

It was on a raid in his twelfth winter when Børak learned he was a rare bloodrager. Toikka had learned of a small village past the moors of Sul into Yg called Olegovich which had found silver, a metal that the Lamuran's greatly valued. Raiding the white men of Yg, was always dangerous because of their warlike nature and superior armor. So Toikka bode his time, planning the raid for winter when it would be difficult for transport to move the silver on a regular basis. Having Dreamt of a heavy snowfall, Toikka led the raiders onto the frozen moors and into the village of Olgvich at night during the storm. Toikka had most of the men of Natla raid the village to cause a distraction, while he and his seven sons raided the mine itself.

The mine had a wooden palisade around it, by the time they had chopped through the gate, the men of Yg had been aroused and the guards, in their chainmail armor rushed out to meet the bare-chested hillmen. The ten guards fought bravely, selling their lives to buy time for the others to rush to arms and armor. As the hill men prepared to enter the mine buildings proper more than a dozen armed and armored white men rushed out to stop them. Børak had finished slitting the throat of the last living guard, when he saw his father Toikka and his half brother Detlef surrounded by five swordsmen. Detlef swung his waraxe into the hip of one man, throwing broken rings into a cloud of bloody mist. As the man fell, the soldier near him chopped into Detief's arm, severing the hand from arm and axe from hand. Then smashing the shocked hill man in the face with his shield knocking him unconscious, blood flowing from his stump into the new fallen snow.

Seeing his brother fall and his father surrounded, Børak rages for the first time. Rushing forward dropping the murder-saex, he snatching up his brother axe in both hands. The man who felled his brother, having turned to engage his father, heard Børak screaming, though no longer the shrill scream of a child, as he chops below the low hanging chain shirt, taking the man's leg off at the knee. Falling, bouncing off the ground the soldier's helmet slides back exposing more flesh. Børak turns, lifting the axe high, chopping again, this time at the exposed face.

Jerking the blood soaked axe loose as he turns, Børak faces the soldier to his father's left. Recognizing the threat of the axe-waiving boy, the soldier faces Børak lowering his shield, slowly stepping forward. In a rush, the boy charges the man, swinging the axe two-fisted overhand. As the soldier lifts his shield to deflect the axe, and prepares to stab under the shield, Børak deftly plants both his feet, switching hands he angles the blade away from the lifted shield, then sliding his right foot forward he arches the axe at the soldiers exposed left foot, chopping between the second and third toe, into the the man's foot. Dropping to his right as the swordsman attempts to stab him, he jerks the axe loose left handed, then using the axe, hooks the man's unstable leg, letting his moment pull the man to the ground. As the man falls Børak regains his feet grasping the axe in both hands and chops into the exposed right leg, severing it below the chain shirt. As the man screams reaching for his leg he falls unconscious.

Chapter Two:

Børak turned, seeing his father and brothers had finished the other soldiers and were standing staring at him, mouths open, weapons still. His father regained his composure first, bellowing at the other, ”Move! You know what to do!” Toikka waived his massive arm to the others as he headed into the building to look for the silver. Fatigued after the rage, Børak drops Detief's axe near his brother then fetches his saex and continues slicing the throats of the wounded enemy. Meanwhile Vanhin, the first born son, helps Detief, staring at Børak the whole time; while two of the others bind their own wounds and two help fetch the silver.

As they marched back to the village, the men ladened with bags of raw silver, Børak bringing up the rear carrying his father's axe and shield, he’d catch them sneaking glances at him. When the raiders joined them with their booty, he could hear his brothers whispers: “Did you see his face?” “His left eye was put out and a great scar ran down his face” “He had a full beard, fuller than yours with grey in it!” “It was like a ghost’s shadow moving upon him.”. By the time they stopped to camp all the raiders, except his father, gave him a wide berth. His father, drunk on victory and pride, kept him near as he bragged about how well his sons had fought, especially the youngest one who was twice as fierce as any normal man.

The day they reached Uroskarhu there was a great celebration that went late into the night. Toikka insisted Børak sit at the high table, on his right side, the place usually saved for Vanhin, the first born. Toikka told the tale of Børak’s exploits, picking up his brother's axe and slaying two grown armored men. He described Børak’s appearance as ‘fierce’ leaving out the mystical ghost warriors' visage. Being young and proud Børak drank in the attention and the mead, neither he nor his father noticed the bitter look on Vanhin’s face, nor the confused looks from the other brothers.

The next morning Børak woke while someone was stirring next to him. It was Lutka, one of the slave girls who worked in the kitchen, she gave him a quick smile, as she adjusted the shoulder piece of her dress, then headed down the ladder from the loft. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Børak wrapped his kilt about himself drawing on his belt and then followed down the ladder. Waiting near the end of the ladder, Toikka walks up to Børak slapping him on the back, laughing loudly, ”Bwa ha ha, a day of firsts I see.” nodding towards the kitchen, doubtlessly the direction the slave girl had gone. ”Come, we will find one more first for you.”

Børak follows Toikka into his private chambers, there on the large table normally ridden with maps, sets one item, a large bundle wrapped in sheepskin. Toikka gestures towards the bundle, ”Open it.” As Børak unrolls the sheepskin he realizes it is an axe, but not just any axe. It was a double war axe, the matching bearded blades a foot long, bright razor sharp hardened steel on the edges, the body's soft steel engraved with knots, lines and runes. The haft a steel shaft, four-foot long, capped with a spike, the body tapering to a long elkhorn-grip held with four steel rivets.

Toikka begins to speak again, Børak looks from the magnificent axe to his father. ”It belonged to your mother, Asloug.” Toikka turns staring off into the distance. ”It was made by Her father, Timu, the finest metal-priest I’ve known. When he learned she followed the path of a shield maiden he created it for her. Perfectly balanced, razor sharp, light and fast. Just like her.” He swallows hard. ”She would want you to have it.” He glances back at Børak, his eyes moist, then quickly turns away. ”She dreamed of you many times while you were in her womb. Saw you in battle, heard your name sang through the din.” His back turned, Toikka’s shoulders slump. For the first time Børak thought his father looked his age. ”After she was gone, I was lost, I took you to the hag, Noita-Akka, she cast her bones, said that an ancient bloodline would reveal itself in you. That's why I...” Toikka stopped speaking, his shoulders straightened, his head held high, he turned and squarely looked at Børak, his eyes a-fire. ”Her spirit will be with you even when you come for me on the green, and you will need all the help her axe will give you. I will not go quietly.” Toikka abruptly turned and walked out of his own chambers, letting Børak ponder what he had learned.

The ‘Battle of Olegovich’ (as that is what it became called), was the last time Børak played squire to Toikka. He spent the next couple winter with Detlef ‘one hand’ (as that is what others took to calling him) making trips to Karak to trade the raided silver and other goods. Detlef had a good head and one good hand, so Toikka put him in charge of dispersing the loot and dealing with accounts. Of all the brothers, Detlef disliked Børak the least, partially due to Børak saving his life at the mine and partially because with the loss of his hand, he was also an outcast.

During his time assisting Detlef, Børak learned more of the wider world, learning the language of the Lamurans, the people they traded the most with. It was during this time that Børak started having dreams of war. He would dream of battles, whether of a score of men with flint knives and stone clubs, or armies on horses with bronze breastplates and falcatas. He was always a part of the battles, sometimes waking up instantly knowing a deathblow had landed: sometimes the victor raising weapons in glory. He yearned for a return to battle.

His fifteenth winter Børak went to his father and asked if he could return to raiding. Toikka, realizing Børak was of the age when young men were encouraged to begin raiding, agreed and began planning a raid worthy to test the young men. An appropriate raid, one able to test the youth’s endurance and wilderness abilities, but not so hard a fight that they could not survive. A raid to develop talent and test the metal of not just the boys but of leaders as well. Toikka would send the young men south on a raid into Vulav, to a small village north Navdarak. He would have his oldest son Vanhin train his brother, Gaspar (Kaija youngest son) to lead the raid. He planned the raid for early spring, it would be when the Vulav’s would be shearing sheep, there would be wool to steal, merchants to rob and slaves to take. Vanhin was pleased to be sent on the mission, if for no other reason than to rid his family of the young Børak.

When the last heavy rains of spring stopped, Vanhin and Gaspar led the boys out of the hills onto the plain of Vulav. The passing was uneventful, but while Gaspar led the boys, Vanhin started whispering seeds of contention with the youths about Børak. While Børak did nothing to build a rapport with the other boys. He was larger, faster and stronger than all the others. Better educated and more traveled as well. He was the only one of the youths who had been on a raid before, even as only a squire. Wanting their respect he would tell of his experiences, and with Vanhin’s whispers the others saw it as bragging or out-right lies.

Unsurprisingly the raid went off without a problem. The complacent little village was fat with wool, merchants and young women. Only a few people even offered any sort of resistance, and few villagers were killed. They raided at dusk, setting a few fires and herding people into the barn where they sheared the sheep. Because of the Merchants in town there were horses and mules to steal as well. Loading horses and mules with wool, taking the merchant’s silver and several slaves, they headed north again, by dawn Vanhin had to set his plan in motion.

As they traveled, Børak was bragging about one particularly fat merchant he had robbed. He told the other boys, ’All I had to do was waggle my axe in front of him. He pissed himself as he dug out his ‘hidden’ pouch of silver.” Seeing the axe, and knowing the story, Vanhin went over and began whispering to Kade, a black haired brawny boy of seventeen winters with a sharp tongue and a quick fist. He was one of the few who killed a villager, an old man with a cane. Jealous of Børak’s reputation, Vanhin knew Kade would not be able to resist using the information he was given.

When they had camped for the night, securing thier prisoners and their loot, the boys sat around the fire. After retelling the story of scaring the merchant with his axe, several of the boys had asked to admire it. As the axe was being passed around the fire, it eventually came to Kade who held the axe up, letting the fire light reflect off of it. He nods, shifting it, ”It is pretty, one could almost call it dainty, perfect for the hands of a woman.” holding it in one hand, ”I am right, aren't I Børak, you carry a woman's weapon?” Not waiting for a response, he lifts up his own heavy single bladed axe, more a woodsman's axe than anything else, but not very different than what the other boys carried. ”I on the other hand, killed a man with my axe.” He smirked as Børak, ”Everyone tells the stories about the freak Børak, the haunted child with a ghost of a warrior. But all I see is a woman's toy. So who cares if you scared a merchant, you are no fighter let alone a killer.”

Rising to his feet Børak snarls ”I was slitting throats while you were still sucking your mother's tit.” Kale dropping the steel axe, stood lifting his own axe threateningly. ”Don’t you bring my mother into this you whore’s son!” Realizing things were about to get out of hand, Gaspar began to step forward, but Vanhin put his hand out, catching his brother's eye, shaking his head no. Børak’s eyes blazed, his voice dropped to a growl. ”Take it back.”

The boys near Kale scurried back like crabs on a beach avoiding seagulls, the others sensing the danger as well, scurried back from the fire. Taking Børak’s pause as cowardice, Kale smirked holding the axe high, waiting for Børak to leap over the fire at him. ”Make me!” Before Kale could lose the smirk, Børak roared, and dove. Kale, expecting Børak to leap over the fire, swung his axe at shoulder height. It wasn’t until he felt the murder-saex plung into his gut, and smelled the burning flesh, that he realized, to late, that Børak had tumbled into the fire under his axe and had thrust his knife into Kale stomach. As Kale began to fall, Børak pulled the knife out, spilling, blood entrails and ofal. Landing on his back, Kale gasped but remained conscious, ”It hurts.” Kneeling beside him, Børak, nods covering the boys eyes with his hand, he slits his throat with the murder-saex, closing the eyes.

His smirk nearly invisible in the firelight, Vanhin screams, ”What have you done?” as Børak moves from Kale’s side, recovering his axe. He looks at Vanhin questioningly, ”I only answered his challenge.” Vanhin, moves towards the fire, looking from Børak to the other boys. ”That was no challenge! He was only teasing you, you had no right! You knew he couldn’t fight you, you’re the chief’s son.” The boys look from Vanhin to each other, while Gaspar stood silent. Confused Børak stammers ”He was waving his axe at me, threatened me, called me a whore’s son.” Vanhin throws his hand up in disgust. ”That’s it then, he insults your dead mother and you have to kill him?” He looks quickly to Gaspar, ”What are we to do? Take you back to your father in chains? Make him try you for murder?” Realizing Vanhins intent, Gaspar steps forward, shrugging, ”We could let him flee, banished, he can leave to never be seen in the hills again.” Realizing what he had recommended Gaspar looks down, but Vanhin resists smiling, ”What will it be Børak, banishment or chains and a trial.” Looking from one half brother to the other, Børak points at Kale’s body, ”But, but, he… fine. But I'm taking what’s mine.”

Cleaning the blood off his saex, he returns it to its belt-sheath, retrieving his red-bear cloak from his bedroll and placing the blanket in his satchel. He goes to where they had stored the foods they had stolen, shoving several loaves of bread and some dried meat into the satchel as well. He then selected one of the merchant horses they had stolen, slipping a bridle on it, he paused for a moment pulling the blanket back out of the satchel, he put it on the bays back and wrapping his hand in the mane, leaping onto its back. He turns the horse towards the camp, moving into the light enough for Gaspar to see his eyes. ”You tell father that Kale called my mother a whore and I killed him for it.” Turning the horse towards the west, he rides out into the night.

Chapter Three:

After several days traveling, Børak made his way to Karak, finding the Market his father and brother used to sell goods to the merchants coming from the south. Observing closely the first day, he eventually found a Fat Lamuran merchant that he recognized, he remembered they had sold dyed wool from Zamar to the man. Asking around he learned that the Merchant was called Tarnamara, the merchant’s caravan would travel all the way to the city Lamra and the caravan would be leaving Karak the next morning. Deciding to speak to Tarnamara, just before he leaves.

Børak rode the bay mare well outside of sight of the market, so as not to be taken by a slaver in the night. The next morning, rising at dawn, he waited near Tarnamara’s encampment until the decadent merchant woke from his debauchery and begans ordering his servants, slaves and guards around. Noticing Tarnamara first spoke with one warrior, who then went and began giving orders to the others, Børak approached him first. Fortunately the man he approached was the captain of Tarnamara’s guard, a tall Tharagian named Bjoern, who learning the youth had his own weapons and horse, approached Tarnamara on his behalf.

The caravan indeed traveled all the way to the capital Lamra, taking the better part of the year, stopping and starting again, anyplace Tarnamara could barter on sort of goods for another. Upon reaching the great city Børak, planning on staying for a time, sold the bay mare.spending a portion of what he had saved from the caravan on a chain shirt, the rest was spent on gambling, drinking and whoring. As his money began to disappear he took a position as a bouncer at an inn called “The Wasp’s Nest.”

As another year passed, Børak grew weary of the closed in feeling of the city. He grew uncomfortable with the constant intrigue and infighting of the priests, the constant little plots they would try to start at the Inn, never able to deal with the priests as they deserved. When he started having nightmares of a large fur-covered black spider with six red eyes, he knew it was time to leave. As before he started to visit the market, looking for a caravan to work for.. He had picked up a smattering of Khazistani and heard about The city of Zul-Bazzir and decided to travel south. Having found a trader specializing in silk. Børak convinced the merchant of his ability and joined them until they arrived at the city of Yaatana in Susrah.


Epilogue:
With a recommendation from the silk-trader Børak was quickly hired by another Khazistani Merchant who was headed to Dipur through the Kharjah Pass. It was there that he met his friends Shang and Ra-Isa-Maat.

Grand Lodge

I'm ready to rock as far as I can tell...

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Helaman wrote:

I'm ready to rock as far as I can tell...

Any comments?

All I see is you need to set up the wound threshold and vitality thresholds. Looks good and I will do one more review of it tonight. Love the background.


I really like both backgrounds for Borak and Shang.

Liberty's Edge

Male Historian/Curator

Ok...some of the background...hope you like it!!

Mother:

Hequt was in trouble…a great deal of trouble, and she still had not realized it. The hour was late, or early depending on how you looked at it, and the young woman was still walking on air as she snuck back into the temple complex. The clandestine meeting with Osaze still had her head swirling in excitement and lust. It was her lack of care that was her downfall.
”Who goes there!” she was challenged as she quietly glided from the garden into the main temple. A giant crocodile-headed guard, his bronze pectorals catching the light from within the temple, stepped from the darkness of one of the inscribed pillars marking the boundary between the garden and temple proper. Sliding her mask down over her face, she stepped into the light.
”No need for alarm warrior, it is just a priestess of Baset retuning from her meditations within the Garden of Nephthys. All is good.”
Trying to simply walk past the guard, Hequt is surprised that the guard would dare to grasp her arm. With equal parts of fear and outrage, the young priestess spun to confront the man.
”How dare you touch a priestess of the goddess of family and fertility! I will have you dragged to the punishment square and take the lash to you myself…”
Before she can finish another figure appears from the darkness of the temple. The Ibis-masked figure leans against one of the pillars and motions to the guard.
”Take her guardian. She is no longer a priestess of Bastet…she has sullied herself and no longer has the protection of her Goddess! Take her to the punishment cells. You are following the orders of Grand Priest Atum of the Temple Inquisition…here is my seal!”
The man shows the Ibis-headed metal seal of an inquisitor and as she is being dragged away, she can only wonder how they knew!!

Months in the dark, away from all human contact, had turned the young priestess into a gibbering figure of madness. While her face was still beautiful to look upon, the insanity in her eyes told a story of torture beyond her minds ability to contain. Her body was emaciated apart from the horrific bulge of her pregnant belly. She was chained to the wall to keep her from damaging herself further…or her unborn child.
A spark of light catches her attention and she starts to shiver and moan in fear more primitive than most could understand. As the spark grew brighter and brighter, the poor girls moans and cries become more of a whimper as she attempts to crush herself against the walls that hold her. A door creaks open and the light finally bursts fully into the cell, drawing even more unintelligible noises from the ruin of the young priestess.
An ibis masked man in pure white robes carefully enters the cell, keeping the hem of his robe gathered up so as not to touch the noisome filth strewn across the floor of this room.
”They tell me that you have again stopped eating Hequt. You know you need to keep up your strength for your child, if not for yourself. The midwife tells me that soon your torture will be over and the child will arrive. Your punishment is almost complete…even if you do not understand anymore what you are being punished for. You would be happy to know we still have not found your despoiler, but soon it will no longer matter. Now eat…or do we have to force you once again!”
A bald slave steps forward and tosses a metal bowl at the woman. It clangs off the floor and partially spills, but the woman does not seem to notice. The ibis-masked man begins to step forward, but a shaking hand slowly grasps the bowl and brings the milk-soaked break to her mouth, taking each morsel and slowly chewing and swallowing. Seeming to be satisfied, he and the slave exit the room. As the light dwindles into the distance and the darkness reclaims the cell, neither man notices the feral smile that crosses the woman’s face.
Over the squalling of the new-born baby girl, the Inquisitor speaks to the midwife.
”So she is done then. Is the child free of blemish or marks of evil?” The masked man seems to be put-off by the noise the baby was making. The midwife nods her head.
”She expired as soon as the child was born…her life force fled. No evil could be detected in the baby...but she is marked!”
Holding the squalling child aloft, she points out a dark mark on the child’s upper arm. It resembled the shape of a cat. Cursing and causing the midwife to flinch, the man turned and swept from the room.
”Take her to the cats then…and let us hope she does not follow her mother’s fate!

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