Please cancel my currently pending subscription order, and my AP subscription. I'm sorry to go (and to lose my Charter tag), but shifting financial priorities (and an absolute lack of interest in Strange Aeons) are dictating my departure.
(I was going to keep the sub long enough for the Curse of the Crimson Throne HB to come out, to get the discount and free PDF, since that outweighed the cost of a coupe AP issues, but with its delay, I don't think it's worth it anymore.)
I will keep an eye out, and may come back on for the next AP.
I just got my order auth email for this month's sub order. It included a few of the new Munchkin items that I had sidecarted last week. It listed the order going in two shipments, but that was okay.
Then I got a second email that seemed to say the Munchin items were put back in my sidecart. Looking at my account, and my orders page, that appears to be the case.
Just wondering what's up with this. It's not a big deal, as long as I get them eventually, but wanted to ask. 8^)
I've been running a campaign that is delving into Gallowspire, and per the description in Dungeons of Golarion, the Upper Crypts level has corpse-like undead melding into larger composite monsters. I was wondering what published monsters are out there that I could use for this? I have found the Necrocraft and Warsworn from Bestiary 4. Are there any others that you folks can think of?
For budgeting reasons, I need to cancel the Pathfinder Tales sub I just started, and clear the copy of Lord of Runes from my sidecart. I hope to be able to start that up again AFTER next month's double AP shipment.
I don't have a pending order for this month. The fact that I canceled all my subs then had a few reinstated might be to blame. Please look into this? 8^)
Could someone take a quick look at my sub order for this month? I know it's not time to panic about shipment yet, but it's saying something about waiting for backordered product(s), and it seems like my last few sub orders have gotten delayed by something or another.
If there is actually anything not in stock, please move that back to my sidecart, so this order can go out asap.
Got my auth email for this month's order on Monday. Just noticed on the Order Detail page that it's saying "Expected to ship early October 2014", and the Munchkin: Halloween Pack is listed as "Preorder - Expected approximately October 2014."
Could somebody please check and see if that is actually still a preorder, or if there is one in stock? If it's not in yet, please drop it back in my sidecart, so the rest of this month's order can ship soon.
I seem to be on the early end of the order spawning process. That's nice. 8^)
Got my auth email this afternoon. I just wanted to check on the state of the Munchkin Tricky Treats booster pack that was included from my sidecart. It's been in my sidecart for the last couple months, and has held up my last two subscription shipments until being pulled out and put back in the sidecart.
Could somebody check and see if that's actually ready to go? If not, do you expect to actually get one any time soon? If not, please cancel that item.
I just placed order #3185455. The system said it would add the preorder items to my sidecart, but it does not seem to have done so. Could you please give it a poke? (And make sure they're set to use my store credit when they ship?)
While you're reprimanding the server, order #3069846 is in a similar state. 8^)
I was just checking my My Account page, and it's saying I have no store credit. I could have sworn that I should have some left after my June sub shipment went out earlier this week.
I just preordered the Minimates set (from today's blog) and I think I messed something up. Could you make sure it gets in my sidecart, so it ships with the next sub shipment once it's available? Also, if it hasn't already charged my credit card (which I know you don't tend to do until the item ships), could you please set it to use whatever payment the sub shipment uses?
Not sure if this is the best place to post this, or if it should be on the GW site, but here goes.
I backed the PFO KS and got the Print Pack. (I *THINK* my pledge is finalized in the Pledge Manager.) So I'm supposed to be getting the KS Exclusive Cover Emerald Spire book.
I know there has been talk about running low on the KS Exclusive version, so I just wanted to say: I don't mind getting the regular version of the book, especially if it means somebody else can get the exclusive version who wouldn't be able to otherwise.
(I plan to actually USE the book, and would actually kind-of feel bad to expose a "Special Edition" book like that to the wear-and-tear. 8^)
Hi, just ordered a gift cert, and it's not showing up on my page. Please apply to store credit.
Oddly, on the order summary page, it almost looks like it's saying the Gift Cert was placed in my sidecart. Now, looking at my sidecart, I don't see anything along those lines. I wonder if this may be related to why the codes aren't showing up...
Basically, clear the Munchkin items from my sidecart. (I placed that order to get my sub shipment up to the $100 shipping discount, but things shifted and it looks like I don't need that much to do that anymore. 8^)
Just got my October subs package. Everything looks good, but it did not include the catalog that was added to the order on the Order Detail page. The packing slip did list it, but said "Not Yet Shipped".
I know a catalog is a minor issue, but I like collecting those. Can you make sure to put one in my next subscription shipment? (December)
I posted this in the October sticky, but someone suggested my own thread.
My sub order this month, like others it seems, is looking a bit weird. On the Order History page, it lists the overall order as pending, as well as most of the items. However, the Pathfinder Tales novel is listed as "Shipped Monday". On the order detail page, there is a tracking link that actually brings up data on UPS, which says they received the package on the 22nd (two days ago).
However, I haven't gotten my ship email or my PDFs.
If it's still processing, that's fine. I just wanted to bring it up in case something's wrong, so it can be fixed.
I just received my February subscription-plus-some-other-stuff shipment, and two of the minis I ordered got mis-packed. Instead of the Shattered Star Lem & Amiri I ordered, I got Runelords Stone Giant and Dire Bear. Turns out Lem & Amiri have the same numbers (38 & 39) as the Dire Bear & Stone Giant (38 & 39), so I'm guessing somebody pulled by number but from the wrong bin.
Can I get replacements for the Lem & Amiri in my next shipment? Do you folks want the Dire Bear & Stone Giant back?
I just received my January subscription shipment, and the wrong comic was sent. A little while ago, I canceled my comic subscription, and ordered the Matteo Scalera Standard Cover version instead. The package I just received included the paizo.com exclusive version anyway.
Can I get this switched? Do you want this one back?
(And, yeah, getting the wrong cover on a comic book is a pretty trivial problem, and I wouldn't even care if I hadn't gone through the process of canceling the subscription just so I could order a specific one.)
I know some (many?) Paizo employees are Cryptozoology fans, and I bet many Paizo fans are as well, (and I didn't find any other threads about it) so I thought I'd bring this up here. This Kickstarter campaign is now in its last two weeks.
(I would have put this in Gamer Life, but I didn't see a "Toys" subforum...)
So, the skeleton crew sent to man the Man's Promise includes "all of the surviving members of the Wormwood's original crew". So, who survives the boarding? I didn't see anything mentioned of how many pirates fall, and if so, who. Any suggestions?
(I'm probably going to be running the Man's Promise fight tonight. 8^)
Please cancel order #2254565. (I.E. two of the goblin plushes in my sidecart -- make sure to leave one of the Licktoads. 8^)
I've decided I don't need multiples of the same ones skulking around the house. (The first two are for my daughters, age 5 [by the time she gets it for Christmas] and 2. I'll get one for myself when the next one after the Licktoad one comes out. 8^)
So, I finished running the Secrets of Darkmoon Vale Campaign Arc (D0, D1, D1.5, and D4) for my wife and father-in-law, and the party has decided to track down the other Seals to make sure they're okay. I've decided that the first place they'll be going to look is Kraggodan. They'll be able to find some information leading to one of the seals there, after doing some dungeon-delving. I've used an online Random Dungeon Generator to generate a map or two, but am having trouble deciding what to put in it.
I know there isn't much published information about Kraggodan, why it "fell", and what's down there, so I'm looking for suggestions and advice. Ideally, I'd like to have some sort of "theme" to the encounters, possibly leading toward discovering just why Kraggodan fell in the first place.
I got my "In the next week or so..." email this evening for this order -- my RotRL minis & comic (plus a little...) shipment. A while later, I got a second copy of the email with a slightly different list of items (basically, adding the huge and standard cases; the case bundle and giant were already listed), and it increased the shipping charge.
Now, I had my account set to use store credit, which covered the initial charge. But with the second email, the shipping charge seems to have increased, and now it says it's going to charge some to my credit card when it ships.
I'm presuming there was an error with the first email, and the shipping charge was corrected. I can deal with that. But could you please make sure it takes the rest of the shipping charge out of my store credit?
Please cancel the Item Cards currently in my sidecart.
(I ordered it to get me up to the discounted shipping level, but with product delays, it isn't sufficient anymore. I'll pick up a map pack instead. 8^)
So, I have a character concept of a wizard who tries to depend only on his own spellcasting abilities, rather than the "crutch" of magic items. He doesn't have a vow of poverty or anything, so he will have plenty of money. What can he spend it on that will be useful, but aren't themselves magical?
(This character concept is actually based on the "Naked Mage" playstyle that went around among Diablo players some time ago who were looking for an extra challenge. I actually designed a 3E PrC based on it that I want to playtest. It doesn't forbid wealth, though, just usage of magic items.)
So, I bought the PDF of the Tome of Horrors Complete but passed on the print version at the time. When the Unlimited Edition went up for preorder, I decided it was worth a print copy, so I preordered the print/PDF bundle. I have heard that I might be able to get the price of the PDF refunded, since I'm switching up. If possible, I would like to do that. (Store credit would be fine -- it WILL be used. 8^)
I probably should have asked this before submitting my Print/PDF bundle preorder, but any chance of a discount for those of us with the PDF of the "Limited Edition"?
Customer Service will be happy to switch you over from the first printing version of the PDF to the second printing Print/PDF bundle, but you will need to contact them after placing your preorder. You can contact them through the Customer Service boards here, or send them an email to customer.service@paizo.com .
I would like to request the above. I just placed a preorder for the ToH Complete Unlimited Print/PDF Bundle, and haven't downloaded downloaded thaht PDF yet (if it makes any difference).
Also, when I placed my preorder, it split the main order (#1802261) into three separate orders (1812384, 1812383, and 1812382). I also have two entries for it in my sidecart: The print/pdf bundle "waiting to be shipped with earliest subscription shipment", and the print version "will ship with a future subscription shipment". I don't know if this is expected/intended behavior, but I thought I'd mention it so someone can take a look.
Full Name
Ala’a Dawnchaser
Race
Elf
Classes/Levels
Slayer 1 / Oracle 4
Gender
Female
Size
Medium
Age
22
Alignment
CG
Deity
The Flame
Languages
Common, Elven, Ignan
Strength
10
Dexterity
20
Constitution
12
Intelligence
11
Wisdom
12
Charisma
15
About Ala'a Dawnchaser
Appearance:
At just a few inches past six feet tall, Ala'a is short for an elf but still towers over most other denizens of Athas. Lightly tanned skin stretches over long, graceful limbs that move with the precision of a dancer. Long, black hair frames a heart-shaped face with delicate features. Her gray eyes flash and burn the color of fire when the spirit is upon her and she sometimes decorates her face and arms with paint that echoes the curling flames of a bonfire.
Her clothing is light and loose, designed for blocking the hot sun and allowing her to move swiftly through the desert. High leather boots, weathered but well-made, pair with tight-fitting trousers and a sleeveless top that bares her lean arms. A leather jack studded with carved bone fits tightly over her chest. Her hooded cloak is dyed a mottled gray to blend in with the sand during the day and night, but Ala'a has stitched scraps of red ribbon inside - when she dances the ribbons flutter like sparks from a fire.
Picture 1 Picture 2 Picture 3
Background:
Clack-clack-clack.
As Ala’a watched from the scant shade of the ruined parapet, the elf child directed the herd of kanks through the chute, tapping a long wooden stick on the hard shells whenever one started to slow or wander. The sound brought back memories of her own childhood, grazing the Dawnchasers' kanks in the scant scrubland in the foothills of the Mekillot Mountains. Other members of the Sky Singers tribe had taken to trade, bartering with the slow races in the dark markets of Nibenay. But the Dawnchaser clan kept to the old ways, raising kanks and raiding the slow-moving caravans that traversed the wastes.
”Stay here, among the beasts, where their shells will protect you from the humans’ arrows,” her mother told her, the flush of battle visible on her tawny skin. “I will return when the fight is won.”
Already tall as a man, 10-year-old Ala’a crouched among the kanks and watched as her mother ran toward the cluster of elves and humans battling in the dusty wash. Her mother’s sword, Ash-Caller, rose and fell, painting crimson lines on the sand and the bodies of her opponents. The fight was over before it began. The elves would celebrate tonight, then carry the new trade goods to Nibenay for others to sell.
*****
Ala’a could feel her father’s eyes on her back as she twisted and swayed. The clan’s senior windsinger, Ula’ato hoped the ancient steps of the dance would lead her into communion with the same spirits that spoke to him. The larger tribe favored worship of the flickering flame, but Ula’ato thought the wind would lead the Sky Singers to a better path.
Muscles burning, Ala’a couldn’t care less about the future of the clan. All she could think about were the missed steps, the red flush of shame as the teacher corrected her. A hot knot of anger settled in her belly as she caught another glimpse of Yu’uko’s smirk. Bedding her fellow student had seemed like an entertaining diversion at the time. He’d thought it was more - it had taken a knife in the thigh to convince him otherwise - and now took every chance to embarrass her.
The fire in her belly bloomed, spreading heat into her veins as she leapt high. Legs folding gracefully into the fifth form, Ala’a swept her eyes across the crowded tent, wishing she could escape.
*****
The air throbbed around her, but Ala’a knew it was the beginning of heatstroke, not a sign that the some wandering air spirit had finally answered her call. After two days on the sun-baked precipice she was no closer to communing with the wind than she had been when she started. She knew she wouldn’t last another day - what would her father’s shame look like when she returned empty-handed?
Ala’a shook her head, eyes still closed, trying to banish the image from her mind. The movement stirred the air and she caught a scent - smoke. She opened her eyes and saw a thin thread of smoke rising from the bowl of incense before her. She’d brought it as an offering to the wind, but the sun refracting through the glass beads of her necklace had kindled it, turning the incense into food for the flame.
Ah, she thought, understanding blossoming as she leaned forward and inhaled the tiny flame. Burning, it ate the breath in her lungs before she exhaled, spreading fire to the scrub brush clinging to the cliff. She rose, legs unfolding gracefully as seed pods crackled and split on the branches, new life born from the flames.
*****
“You already have a wind singer to train and half a dozen dancers, father,” Ala’a said, shifting her pack to the left shoulder and turning toward the door of the long tent. “There’s no room for me here. And the fire calls me elsewhere.”
She knew without looking that the last comment would have put a scowl on Ula’ato’s face. Her mother had simply nodded and hugged her when she told her she was leaving. But Ala’a knew her father wouldn’t let go as easily.
“Then join the dancers in one of the other clans in the city, if you want to serve the flame,” he retorted, eyes flashing in anger. “Do not abandon your tribe and head out into the wastes a lone runner. Do that and you may never find your way back.” “That may be, father,” she said, he gaze softening as she risked one last glance over her shoulder. “But I fire burns on the horizon and I must run to it.”
*****
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The weathered door of her room bounced and strained each time her brother slammed against it. But the agafari bar across the door held and eventually Tsu’uto gave up trying to break it down.
“Damn you Ala’a. I gave you the shield and I can damn well take it back,” he said, his voice shaking with rage and the lingering effects of the cayo dust he’d been snorting. “If I don’t pay Havel’s gang he’ll cut my hands off.”
Ala’a traced the the carvings on the back of the layered agafari shield as her brother’s pleas turned into defeated sobbing. When she was a child Tsu’uto had named each of the carved constellations for her, telling her stories about how he had used them as a map as he traveled the cities of the Tyr region. He’d gifted it to her on her 16th name day, before he’d left the tribe to smuggle spell components and mind-altering herbs with a gang of outcast elves in Tyr.
Visiting had been a bad idea, after all, she thought as she gathered the shield and her other belongings and move to a window that overlooked the alley behind the inn. The drop was only 15 feet or so, and it would spare her seeing the wretch sobbing outside the door.
*****
The fire burning in her eyes illuminated the gith as they leapt over their fallen comrades. Four lay dead in the sandy canyon, killed by Ala’a’s blood-covered blade or scorched by her magic, but half a dozen remained. Too many, she thought, as she clutched the ragged hole over her ribs that one of the dead ones had made with its obsidian spear.
She dodged a spear-thrust and leaped over the whistling sword of another gith before a third smashed her with a stone-headed mace. She felt the bones in her shoulder crushed as her shield fell uselessly to her side.
“Hikkash vikkar tokkraz!” she screamed, cursing the gith with the tongue of fire as they moved in for the kill.
A clap of thunder answered her screams. The approaching gith jerked and fell, eyes bursting as a stroke of lightning blasted apart their purple flesh. Ala’a dropped to her knees, blood loss causing her vision to blur. A robed figure approached, using a tall staff to push aside the corpses of the gith.
“Faruush … kakkar … vosh,” Ala’a whispered, unable to raise her sword.
“Soft, soft, my lady of fire,” the old man said, kneeling and placing a cool hand on Ala’a’s brow as he pulled a fruit with strangely mottled blue skin from his pack. Piercing the skin with a fingernail, he squeezed a few drops of the juice into Ala’a’s mouth before twisting the fruit into two halves that he pressed into the wound in her side. The nectar burned like acid as it trickled down Ala’a’s throat, but her vision began to clear.
“Quite a lot of trouble you have found for yourself,” the old man said, a grin spreading across his weathered face. “Lucky I arrived when I did. If you are feeling up to it, perhaps we can move on to an oasis I know not far from here. Then we can discuss a way you might pay me back for such a timely rescue …”
*****
“Alright. A share for Voss, a share for Duuk, a share for me and a share for the lovely Ala’a.”
Ala’a couldn’t help but smile as she took the small sack of ceramic and silver coins from Marek. The Urikite trader met her smile with one of his own, white teeth flashing as he raised a mug of thin ale for a toast.
Ala’a raised her own mug before throwing back a mouthful of tart sapwine. She considered her companions and - not for the first time - marveled at the twist of fate that found her sharing a table with a dwarf, a half-breed and a human.
“To a journey well-run,” she said, holding her mug out for Voss to refill. The half-elf grimaced - the closest she’d seen him come to a smile - and poured another measure of sapwine into the ceramic vessel. A former slave, Voss had had his tongue cut out by templars before his talent with the Way grew strong enough for him to escape.
“You were the only one running, elf. The rest of us had sense enough to climb on a kank,” Duuk said. The dwarf’s smooth, tan skin was flushed from the broy he’d been drinking. He’d be passed out under the table soon, but seemed to be enjoying himself.
“And yet I still had to stop and wait for you sand crawlers,” Ala’a said, throwing a glance at Marek. The human was as slow as the rest of his kind, but more quick-witted than most. Not altogether unpleasant to look at either, she thought, as she took another long drink of wine. Perhaps later she’d see how well he could dance …
*****
Ala'a stared at the small porcelain urn. It seemed impossible that her mother was gone. Her long, lean arms, her black braids, the soft skin below the below her wind-chapped collarbones - all gone, reduced to ash to be scattered on the wind.
"Vengeance will not bring her back, daughter. It was Muuton's damn feuds that led to her death. Do not seek more blood that must be paid with your own."
Ula’ato's grief was etched into his face, as if the tears had carved away the flesh like acid. He seemed old, suddenly, as if the week since her mother's murder had taken decades from him.
Ala'a pushed him away with a sneer.
"You want peace? Now that someone has murdered my mother and more than a dozen others of our clan? If that's what the wind tells you then I could not be more thankful I cannot hear its counsel."
She picked up Ash-caller and shook it free from its leather scabbard. Dried blood had caked on the carved bone sword, marring the long, straight blade and the razor-sharp edges her mother had honed so carefully. Alma'ata had fought to the last and her father had put the sword away without cleaning it.
"Izzarak!" Ala'a spit the word, her tongue twisting into the fire's speech as her anger swelled. A spark landed on the blood smeared across the blade, bursting into flame. Shouldering the pack with her mother's armor in it, she let the burning brand lead her into the night.
She ran half the night before making camp, eager to put the Dawnchasers and Nibenay behind her. There were no answers there - the chieftain's advisers had questioned everyone they could and still had no real idea who had slaughtered their clansmen while the bulk of the tribe was away from the city.
Some thought it might have been the Clearwater elves, eager to put down a competitor, but Ala'a could not believe other elves would engage in such butchery. No, her silver was on House Stel. The Urikite merchant house had been feuding with the elf clans for years and would not hesitate to stoop to murder.
Summoning another spark in the darkness, Ala'a set her mother's sword alight once again. When only ashes remained on the ivory blade, she set to work with her whetstone. Urik, then, though she thought she might stop off in Altaruk or even Tyr beforehand. Her brother ought to know, she decided. And Marek had talked of running a caravan to Tyr, hoping to capitalize on the demand for weapons and food in the wake of Kalak's death. He was from Urik. Perhaps he knew someone - or was owed a debt by someone, more likely - who could help her find answers.
Personality traits:
* Personable and outgoing but willing to cheat the stupid as a matter of course; prone to impetuous action while relying on a quick blade and quicker tongue to help her out of trouble; slightly hyper-active and stir-crazy
* Never a particularly devoted student, she is broadly skilled but not very focused; she's become practiced at lying, sneaking and observing others by doing those things frequently; she's just as good as she needs to be at most other tasks
* Pays lip service to typical elven prejudices, but as something of an outcast herself she's willing to give most individuals a chance to prove her wrong
Ala’a Dawnchaser
Female Elf Slayer 1 / Oracle 4
CG Medium humanoid (elf)
Init +7; Senses low-light vision; Perception +10
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Defense
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AC 22, touch 15, flat-footed 17 (+4 armor, +5 Dex, +3 shield)
hp 40 (1d10+4d8+6)
Fort +4, Ref +8, Will +5
Defensive Abilities elven immunities
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Offense
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Speed 50 ft.
Melee elven longblade +11 (1d8+6/18-20) or dagger +10 (1d4/19-20)
Ranged longbow +10 (1d8/x3) or dagger +10 (1d4/19-20)
Special Attacks studied target (+1; move action)
Spells Known (CL 5th; concentration +8)
2nd (4/day)—cure moderate wounds, hold person, resist energy
1st (7/day)—bless, burning hands, cure light wounds, obscuring mist, shield of faith
0 (at will)—create water, detect magic, guidance, light, spark, stabilize Mystery flames
Curse tongues (Ignan)
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Statistics
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Str 10, Dex (20), Con 12, Int 11, Wis 12, Cha 16
Base Atk +4; CMB +4; CMD 19
Feats Slashing Grace, Weapon Finesse, Weapon Focus (elven longblade), Wild Talent
Traits Magical Knack (oracle), Warrior of Old
Skills Acrobatics (1) +9 (+17 to jump), Bluff (3) +11, Diplomacy (2) +8, Heal (1) +5, Knowledge (geography) (1) +4, Knowledge (religion) (2) +5, Perception (4) +10, Performance (dance) (3) +11, Sense Motive (1) +5, Spellcraft (1) +4, Stealth (4) +12 (+16 in sandy/arid environments), Survival (2) +6
Languages Common, Elven, Ignan
Special qualities cinder dance, desert craft, elf run, gaze of flames, track +1, weapon familiarity, wild talents (conceal thoughts and far hand; 2 PP)
Equipment+1 agafari (darkwood) heavy shield and functions as a wayfinder, +1 bone studded leather, masterwork bone dagger, +1 bone elven longblade, masterwork longbow and 20 bone arrows, belt of Dexterity +2, bottle of enchanted sapwine (elixir of love), oil of lead blades, explorer's outfit, fighter's kit (backpack, bedroll, belt pouch, fire kit, clay pot, mess kit, 50' of hemp rope, soap, 10 torches, 5 days trail rations, waterskin), 5 sp, 10 cp
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Special Abilities
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Proficiencies Simple and martial weapons, light and medium armor, shields (other than tower shields).
Favored Class Oracle (+ 3 skill point, +1 hit points)
Elven curses:
Otuuk fe! Kank rider!
Gotii Outsider
Egotti Less than an outsider
URaanu Elf with no tribe
Athuum Sand crawler
Jukkete City dweller
UdRaan Half-elf
Kuu datto Swift as a human
