That's a shame Embry, I really liked the idea of your character.
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This is just my opinion and I dont want to start a flame war. Nor am I bitter about not being picked, I understand pbps are hard to get in to because competition is so fierce. In fact I feel like the other skilled characters were better submissions than mine so its fair enough. Having said that, I do feel like the submission criteria on this is way over the top. Its Dougs game and he's entitled to run it however he sees fit. But to ask for further information on a characters core beliefs and so on seems a bit much to me and I would be discouraged from applying for another of Dougs games because of these reasons. Personally, I like to see characters grow and evolve over their careers rather than shoe-horn them into my vision. Again, that is not intended to be a criticism. Good luck to all those involved, I'm sure you'll have a great time, this is just my 2cp worth. -JamZilla
Hi, I'd like to submit Aiden for this AP, my halfling Ninja. I'm an experienced role-player and DM and in all my years of gaming I've always wanted to play an evil campaign but never had the players to do it. Anyway, all the details are below but if you want to know anything further, please let me know. Some of his skills need slight amending as he was originally built for a different PbP thatnever came off. Cheers -JamZilla Personal:
Aiden Lightfoot Male Halfling Ninja 1 LE Small Humanoid (halfling) Hero Points 1 Init +4; Senses Perception +5 Defense:
AC 17, touch 15, flat-footed 13 (+2 armor, +4 Dex, +1 size) hp 9 (1d8+1) Fort +2, Ref +7, Will +1; +2 vs. fear Offense:
Speed 30 ft. Melee Wakizashi +5 (1d4/18-20/x2) and Wakizashi +5 (1d4/18-20/x2) Ranged Shuriken +5 (1/x2) and Sling +5 (1d3/x2) Special Attacks Sneak Attack +1d6 Statistics:
Str 9, Dex 18, Con 12, Int 12, Wis 12, Cha 16 Base Atk +0; CMB -1; CMD 13 Feats Weapon Finesse Traits Murderer, Reactionary Skills Acrobatics +8, Bluff +7, Climb +4, Diplomacy +7, Disable Device +8, Disguise +7, Escape Artist +8, Fly +6, Perception +5, Stealth +12, Use Magic Device +7 Languages Common, Elven, Halfling, Varisian SQ Fearless, Hero Points (1), Poison Use Combat Gear Shuriken (20), Sling, Sling bullets (10), Studded leather armor, Wakizashi, Wakizashi; Other Gear Backpack (empty), Bandolier, Chalk (5), Piton (2), Saw, Soap, Thieves' tools, Twine (50') Tracked Resources:
Shuriken - 0/20 Sling bullets - 0/10 Special Abilities:
Murderer +1 damage when flanking. Reactionary +2 bonus to inititiative Fearless +2 racial bonus vs Fear saves. Hero Points (1) Hero Points can be spent at any time to grant a variety of bonuses. Poison Use You don't accidentally poison yourself with blades. Sneak Attack +1d6 +1d6 damage if you flank your target or your target is flat-footed. Backstory:
Do. Not. Fear. He had told himself this so often it had become a mantra. He stood at the corner of Wind street and Long alley, dressed in black, cloaked in shadow, palms sweating, a knot in his stomach. Aiden had melted into the shadows like smoke on the wind. He had followed his mark for days to become familiar with his movements. Within minutes he would be in sight, heading toward the dock on Mill Pond. The man was a half-orc named Belok and Uncle Emmitt wanted him to get a message. He didn't question his Uncle. Talingarde is a large city with plenty of room for 'businessmen' of all persuasions to have room to operate. Unfortunately for Belok, he had strayed into Emmitt's territory. Aiden, was to deliver a message. The city watch had never really bothered with Emmitt. So what if a few crates went missing from the ships in the harbor? Who cared if some of the passing caravans didn't fully declare their goods? Emmitt had done more to keep the peace than half a dozen guard captains in years gone by. Those had been the good old days. Now, there were more and more Paladins and Inquisitors of Mitra prowling the streets. Their interminable presence had all but choked Emmitt's peaceful smuggling operation. Aiden knew of a potentially lucrative deal between his Uncle and the Long-hand gang but unfortunately, Belok had moved in and within months had a lucrative protection racket operating. Aiden had a soft spot for orphans, beggars and needy. Long years in this city had taught him they were often the best sources of information on the street. He looked after them and they looked after him. It was something he had learned from Emmit after he had rescued him as a squalling babe from that grim, disease-ridden whorehouse. Worse still, Belok's presence seriously jeopardised the deal with the Long-hands. There. The half-orc turned the corner. But he wasn't alone, a tall, broad shouldered human man accompanied him. Protection. Wise, but futile. He moved swiftly and silently. "Do not fear" he told himself again. First, remove the threat. His first strike sliced through the human's knee, driving him down to the ground with a grunt, his second ended hilt deep in his throat. Send a message. Twist. Let Belok see the blood flow. The Half-orc turned to run. Despite his small size, Aiden was faster than most of his kind and, living up to his family name, he closed the gap between them in a heartbeat. Leaping, impossibly high, he vaulted over his prey, his left arm grasping in a kind of headlock. With a twist, he threw his weight backwards and flipped them both, somehow landing on Belok's chest, the razor sharp blade a fraction from his throat. "You were foolish to come to Sandpoint, Belok." "P...please. I have money. "I know." said the halfling with a snarl. "taken from the folk of Emmitt's Place. You should have remembered, Belok, there are eyes in the darkness. Always. I am to deliver a message so you should not forget your foolishness." The blade pierced the half-orc's right eye as easily as if it were passing through water. Suddenly, the air was filled with noise and light, several thunderstones cracked all around him. He was dimly aware of being thrown to the ground by a well armored human, a dog snarling in his face, straining at the leash, eager for his blood. Stripped of his weapons, bleeding from nose and mouth he was hauled away. To his amazement he saw Emmitt standing in the gathering crowd. He was laughing with a man Aiden didn't know but recognised from his clothing as a member of the Long-hands. It was in that moment that he realised for the first time what he was. A tool. A disposable tool that had served its purpose. The man he called Uncle but loved like a father had betrayed him. Used him to remove the competition and to gain favour with his new business partners. He swore to himself that no matter how long it took, no matter what he must do, one day he would look his Uncle in the eye and demand to know if all the gold was worth his life. Then he would remove his lying tongue and watch him choke on his own blood. Personality::
Aiden stands just over three feet tall. He is small and slight but fleeter of foot than most halflings. He is handsome and quick to smile amd laugh. He has something of a silver tongue, particularly with the ladies but this is all part of his demeanor. what he really seeks is information, a weakness or a way out. He comes from humble beginnings as an orphan in a whorehouse after his mother died in labour and since being given a chance at life by his benefactor, he feels duty-bound to honour 'Uncle' Emmitt, repaying the dead of life he owes him. He is very disciplined which can also be a weakness. He is unquestioning of the person he decides is his leader or teacher, seeing it as his duty to obey, no matter the order. He may question the method, but never the act itself. He believes that every life he takes leads him inevitably toward his former master and father-figure. All he wants to know is 'why?' Role: Could easily be the party face with a good charisma score, high bluff and diplomacy. His stealth is very high also so would make an excellent scout and trapspotter. All skills necessary in his previous employment as a 'messenger.'
Keeping everything crossed for this one
An interesting group. He thought; scanning each, taking in every detail he could remember. It's unlikely I will find himself counted among these heroes. But not impossible. He retreated back into the shadows, content for now to watch. To wait.
The submission list for this will be huge by Saturday. Think you'll have a task on your hands sifting through all these GM! :)
I posted my character early in this thread so I am just checking in to register my continued interest.
I'd like to throw my hat into the ring for the role of skills. "There are eyes in the darkness... always." Allow me to introduce Aiden Lightfoot, halfling ninja. He is completely statted up and ready to go with a background I believe ties him strongly to sandpoint and Varisia as a whole. For myself, posting several times per day won't be a problem. I just hope I finally get a chance to play this appparently amazing AP. If you have any questions please just let me know. Stats: :
Aiden Lightfoot
Background::
Do. Not. Fear. He had told himself this so often it had become a mantra. He stood at the corner of Festival street and Tanglefoot alley, dressed in black, cloaked in shadow, palms sweating, a knot in his stomach. He had followed his mark for days to become familiar with his movements. Within minutes he would be in sight, heading toward the dock on Mill Pond. The man was a half-orc named Belok and Uncle Jubrayl wanted him to get a message. He didn't question his Uncle. Sandpoint is a small town and Varisians look after one another. Half the businesses along Festival street gave their unsold food to orphan children at the end of the day or threadbare blankets to the beggars, seeking some respite from the cold. With news of Goblins and Giants abroad, the small contingent of guardsmen and militia were otherwise engaged these days. Besides, they had never really bothered with Jubrayl. So what if a few crates went missing from the ships in the harbor? Who cared if some of the passing caravans didn't fully declare their goods? The Sczarni had done more to keep the peace than half a dozen sheriffs in years gone by. Belok had moved in though, and within months had a lucrative protection racket operating. Jubrayl had a soft spot for orphans, beggars and needy. Long years in the Sczarni had taught him they were often the best sources of information on the street. He looked after them and they looked after him. If that wasn't the case Aiden would have died as a squalling babe in that grim, Chelaxian whorehouse. There. The half-orc turned the corner. But he wasn't alone, a tall, broad shouldered human man accompanied him. Protection. Wise, but futile. He moved swiftly and silently. "Do not fear" he told himself again. First, remove the threat. His first strike sliced through the human's knee, driving him down to the ground with a grunt, his second ended hilt deep in his throat. Send a message. Twist. Let Belok see the blood flow. The Half-orc turned to run. Despite his small size, Aiden was faster than most of his kind and, living up to his family name, he closed the gap between them in a heartbeat. Leaping, impossibly high, he vaulted over his prey, his left arm grasping in a kind of headlock. With a twist, he threw his weight backwards and flipped them both, somehow landing on Belok's chest, the razor sharp blade a fraction from his throat. "You were follish to come to Sandpoint, Belok." "P...please. I have money. "I know." said the halfling with a snarl. "taken from the honest folk of Festival Street. The racket ends tonight, or your life ends tomorrow. Remember, Belok, there are eyes in the darkness. Always." And suddenly he was gone. Melting into the shadows like smoke in the wind. He was not born in Varisia, but this was his land. He did not have family in Sandpoint, but these were his people. Personality:: Aiden stands just over three feet tall. He is small and slight but fleeter of foot than most halflings. He is handsome and quick to smile amd laugh. He has something of a silver tongue, particularly with the ladies but this is all part of his demeanor. what he really seeks is information, a wekness or a way out. He comes from humble beginnings as an orphan in a whorehouse after his mother dies in labour and since being given a chance at life by his benefactor, he seeks to help others less fortunate in the same way, particularly hating to see the needy exploited or abused. He is very disciplined which can also be a weakness. He is unquestioning of the person he decides is his leader or teacher. (explaining his low Wisdom modifier). Aiden follows the faith of Pharasma, believing all souls will eventually face her judgement, every kill he makes is sending the unworthy more quickly to face the Lady of Graves.
Personally, I think this is a good idea. Real Life does have a habit of getting the way sometimes and people need to drop out. Plus a 5th or 6th opens up the possibility of characters outside the iconic roles who can fill more than one occasionally. I'm thinking of the inquistors, magi, bards, alchemists and even druids of this world. Up to you GM of course but 5 or 6 is just as easy to run as 4 if you get the right people IMHO.
Nice, I got the reference lol. By why not just get a louder cowbell and call that 10? Any news on the skilled slot? Aiden sits in the shadows and waits. Patience was one of the first things he learned.
"There are eyes in the darkness... always." Allow me to introduce Aiden Lightfoot, halfling ninja. He is completely statted up and ready to go with a background I believe ties him strongly to sandpoint and Varisia as a whole. For myself, posting several times per day won't be a problem. I just hope I finally get a chance to play this appparently amazing AP. If you have any questions please just let me know. Stats:
Aiden Lightfoot Male Halfling Ninja 1 CG Small Humanoid (halfling) Hero Points 1 Init +4; Senses Perception +5 -------------------- Defense -------------------- AC 15, touch 15, flat-footed 11 (+4 Dex, +1 size) hp 9 (1d8+1) Fort +2, Ref +7, Will +0; +2 vs. fear -------------------- Offense -------------------- Speed 30 ft. Melee Wakizashi +5 (1d4/18-20/x2) and Wakizashi +5 (1d4/18-20/x2) Ranged Shuriken +5 (1/x2) and Sling +5 (1d3/x2) Special Attacks Sneak Attack +1d6 -------------------- Statistics -------------------- Str 11, Dex 18, Con 12, Int 12, Wis 8, Cha 16 Base Atk +0; CMB -1; CMD 13 Feats Weapon Finesse Traits Dirty Fighter, Family Ties Skills Acrobatics +8, Bluff +7, Climb +4, Diplomacy +7, Disable Device +8, Disguise +7, Escape Artist +8, Fly +6, Perception +5, Stealth +12, Use Magic Device +7 Languages Common, Elven, Halfling, Varisian SQ Fearless, Hero Points (1), Poison Use Combat Gear Shuriken (20), Sling, Sling bullets (10), Studded leather armor, Wakizashi, Wakizashi; Other Gear Backpack (empty), Bandolier, Chalk (5), Holy symbol, iron (Pharasma), Piton (2), Saw, Soap, Thieves' tools, Twine (50') -------------------- TRACKED RESOURCES -------------------- Shuriken - 0/20 Sling bullets - 0/10 -------------------- Special Abilities -------------------- Dirty Fighter +1 damage when flanking. Fearless +2 racial bonus vs Fear saves. Hero Points (1) Hero Points can be spent at any time to grant a variety of bonuses. Poison Use You don't accidentally poison yourself with blades. Sneak Attack +1d6 +1d6 damage if you flank your target or your target is flat-footed Background:
Do. Not. Fear. He had told himself this so often it had become a mantra. He stood at the corner of Festival street and Tanglefoot alley, dressed in black, cloaked in shadow, palms sweating, a knot in his stomach. He had followed his mark for days to become familiar with his movements. Within minutes he would be in sight, heading toward the dock on Mill Pond. The man was a half-orc named Belok and Uncle Jubrayl wanted him to get a message. He didn't question his Uncle. Sandpoint is a small town and Varisians look after one another. Half the businesses along Festival street gave their unsold food to orphan children at the end of the day or threadbare blankets to the beggars, seeking some respite from the cold. With news of Goblins and Giants abroad, the small contingent of guardsmen and militia were otherwise engaged these days. Besides, they had never really bothered with Jubrayl. So what if a few crates went missing from the ships in the harbor? Who cared if some of the passing caravans didn't fully declare their goods? The Sczarni had done more to keep the peace than half a dozen sheriffs in years gone by. Belok had moved in though, and within months had a lucrative protection racket operating. Jubrayl had a soft spot for orphans, beggars and needy. Long years in the Sczarni had taught him they were often the best sources of information on the street. He looked after them and they looked after him. If that wasn't the case Aiden would have died as a squalling babe in that grim, Chelaxian whorehouse. There. The half-orc turned the corner. But he wasn't alone, a tall, broad shouldered human man accompanied him. Protection. Wise, but futile. He moved swiftly and silently. "Do not fear" he told himself again. First, remove the threat. His first strike sliced through the human's knee, driving him down to the ground with a grunt, his second ended hilt deep in his throat. Send a message. Twist. Let Belok see the blood flow. The Half-orc turned to run. Despite his small size, Aiden was faster than most of his kind and, living up to his family name, he closed the gap between them in a heartbeat. Leaping, impossibly high, he vaulted over his prey, his left arm grasping in a kind of headlock. With a twist, he threw his weight backwards and flipped them both, somehow landing on Belok's chest, the razor sharp blade a fraction from his throat. "You were follish to come to Sandpoint, Belok." "P...please. I have money. "I know." said the halfling with a snarl. "taken from the honest folk of Festival Street. The racket ends tonight, or your life ends tomorrow. Remember, Belok, there are eyes in the darkness. Always." And suddenly he was gone. Melting into the shadows like smoke in the wind. He was not born in Varisia, but this was his land. He did not have family in Sandpoint, but these were his people. Personality: Aiden stands just over three feet tall. He is small and slight but fleeter of foot than most halflings. He is handsome and quick to smile amd laugh. He has something of a silver tongue, particularly with the ladies but this is all part of his demeanor. what he really seeks is information, a wekness or a way out. He comes from humble beginnings as an orphan in a whorehouse after his mother dies in labour and since being given a chance at life by his benefactor, he seeks to help others less fortunate in the same way, particularly hating to see the needy exploited or abused. He is very disciplined which can also be a weakness. He is unquestioning of the person he decides is his leader or teacher. (explaining his low Wisdom modifier). Aiden follows the faith of Pharasma, believing all souls will eventually face her judgement, every kill he makes is sending the unworthy more quickly to face the Lady of Graves. Real Velo has not participated in any online campaigns. |