Yaxxond wrote:
This would be an interesting friendship. Mechanically and, more importantly, story-wise. The stuffy academic and the kobold who at least has SOME sense ...
ic monolog : I was born a rather long time ago, but not long enough. Since birth I've felt close to death ...not in an anxiety-ridden sense; rather ... aware of their relationship. Elven culture has ...immense but woefully incomplete records. The rise and fall of the humans of Azlanti we have. Much of the dwarves, the little folk ...if it is to be known, it can be found.
But not Ghol-gan. The short lived utopia of cyclops unbound by linear perception. Such has been my ...some would say fascination but I say mission. We ignore one of our greatest Golarian civilizations, and though few would admit it, the state of giants in the current time influences this. The ...fall of giantkind we take as a fact of life but we do not examine it. A civilization whose citizens had the gift of prophecy on a one-to-one basis became sets of savages with little to no culture! This could happen to any of us and we resign it to more legend than objective knowledge. And yet, with my unique set of ...skills and knowledge I'm sent NOT to the Shackles to explore actual Cyclops ruins. No, I am sent to bumf#*! wasteland surrounded by capital O Orcs and humans as far from the Azlanti as hill giants are from the classic Cyclops. Fine. So go the politics of academia, and, in the end, it's worth it. I'll supervise these hillbillies and find an artifact of two (probably useless) and make my bones and name my own assignment. Gods, I hope they at least have books.
Digger Chandler here, went with Scroll Scholar instead of relic hunter. A fussy academic upset with being sent to this nowhere, outside of his chosen specialization due to what he thinks are school politics but are, in fact, much darker forces are at work, and he is meant to fail. (Thinking of the nemesis story feat.) He'll be caught up in a story bigger than all this and slowly realize the importance of it all. |