"I know wanting to see it is the reason I left my homeland, but I am fast becoming tired of this solid water."
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"It is cold and I no longer have the patience for this" Aiden announced. He moved his hand towards his target, but where last time it was a swinging fist that launched a ball of fire, this time it swung his arm horizontally with his hand flat and fingers splayed. From his hand came an arc of fire, roiling forth in a cone centered on the snowman.
1) Will anybody be upset if I just melt the snowman? 2) We're only ten feet from it, correct?
"I had assumed it was made of the white stuff around us." said Aiden in surprise. "Uh...is it normal for such things to speak?"
"I don't know guys, "Aiden says to his companions, "he looks pretty serious." Looking at the rest of the party, he asks "Should I?" while gesturing towards their ersatz frozen foe.
"Perhaps that would be best." murmured Aiden as he fell into line.
The power supply appears to have burned out on my desktop on Monday. I guess I'll be posting from my phone for the next couple of weeks.
Aiden looked at Mikhail. "Oh? How do they usually go? We do not have stories of such things among my people. I suspect out stories are much shorter. For instance, there was once a highly skilled thief called the Gray Cat for his prowess. In his arrogance, he tried to steal from a great and powerful wizard." Aiden waits a beat before delivering the next line deadpan "He is now the gray cat."
Giving Lyda a reproachful stare, he asked "Are those normal denizens of the forest, or did they arrive with the giant lizard?" He looks around to see if there are any more surprises, glancing at the fetishes apprehensively.
Aiden frowned as the ball of light dodged his fire before giving it another shot. vs touch, damage
"You shouldn't have messed with it." admonished Aiden as he attacked one of the lights. vs. touch AC; fire.
Unable to help himself, Aiden responds to Lyda's glare by sticking his tongue out at her, before looking over to Cassandra. "No, I do not recognize them. They merely strike me as having an ill aspect."
Aiden loosens his sword in it's sheath. "I like this not at all. Were we among the lands of my people, I would give such things a very wide berth."
"Rather than worrying about possible orphans, I'd be more worried about more of them attacking us. Are such creatures native to these woods?"
Aiden closed in cautiously, drawing his sword and looking for his opening.
able to get it in a cone without including a party member:
Fan of Flames (Fire Blast) 15ft. cone DC: 14 Ref for half. Otherwise: Move into melee range, attacking if I'm able or double moving, if I'm not close enough.
"I appear to have fallen in with a pack of mysterious ne'er-do-wells. Whatever shall a boring and uninteresting person such as myself do? Aside from, perhaps, following Lyda on the trail. As should we all, unless there is a pressing reason to remain?" Aiden gives an expansive shrug and starts in Lyda's direction.
Aiden glances first at Mikhail and Merge looking at the chest, then at Lyda ignoring it. "So are we to spring this probable trap, or simply bypass it?"
Aiden brings up the rear, pausing now and then to scoop up more of the white substance and examine it closely.
Aiden flashes a quick grin at Merge before turning back to Lyda. "Fire." he agreed, sheathing his scimitar. "I serve the Dawnflower; those that can not be redeemed will be purified by flame or blade." Hearing Cassandrra's complaint, Aiden moves past Lyda towards the carriage. "I will look for you, qitt."
Aiden seemed to throw a punch with his shield hand and a gout of fire erupted from his fist, flying towards the nearest zombie. Raising his sword high, Aiden ran behind the roiling fire, closing with the zombies. ,
Aiden wished to investigate more, but for now, whatever the animals were indicating was more urgent. Unlimbering his shield and easing his scimitar from its sheath, he moved towards them and the carriage. "What is it?"
Aiden kicks at some of the white stuff on the ground. "What is this? It seems fine, like sand but I've never seen sand so white." If nothing untoward happens when the group reaches the site, Aiden pokes curiously at the ice.
Aiden buys a set of cold weather clothing and begins to put it on, becoming less and less happy the more he wears. "Junūn! How can this be worn?! It is hot and heavy and restrictive! You would surely pass out from exhaustion before making twenty miles."
Aiden frowns. "I suppose bringing some food would be good. What other supplies would we need?"
Aiden glanced curiously at Yuln's blackened skin, silently wondering what could cause such a thing. Turning his attention back to the task at hand, he asked "Who are these 'winter-touched' and what would they want with your charge?"
I probably won't be able to post in the gameplay thread until this evening. I have to drive to Indy to pick up some roof cutters.
Aiden politely cleared his throat before saying "If I might interject, qitt, I believe the more pertinent question would be 'who or what attacked you'?"
But I'm used to that scenery. Indiana is bland as hell though. However, there was a really neat stretch of farmland that was covered in wind turbines. It went on for a few miles. Kinda nice, seeing as how Ohio slapped down 2 clean energy bills that would give subsidies for wind turbines. Wait, really? Where abouts? I'm in the Dayton area.
This escalated quickly. OK all, I'm here a day later but alive. My god driving through the Midwest is boring. You're telling me, I live here! Edit: Also apparently the boards here don't use image tags, so here: Link
Deciding that he probably wasn't going to be able to talk his way out of this, Aiden relented and decided to roll with it. "Exactly what is it that we have boarded, jadd?"
I think he's doing it because of the Blood of Giants trait. I don't remember there being a height adjustment on it, but I didn't really read it, either.
Aiden mentally filed away the people at the table: dwarf graybeard, probably more spry than he looked; tiefling with pets, perhaps a bit more cause for suspicion, but he doubted Sarenrae would approve of him holding the woman's heritage against her; finally a catfolk. Those he had no frame of reference for at all. Turning his attention back to the dwarf, he asked "Volunteers for what, jadd?"
As interesting as Aiden found their conversation to be, he still had some semblance of manners and moved out of eavesdropping range. This took him over to the bar, where he took up position near the stranger in the big coat. Whiskey, please, and something for the gentleman here. Turning to Mikhail, he continued If he will allow me, of course. Even among my people we have heard of you. Aiden indicates Mikhail's sword with a thrust of his chin, I would be honored if you would allow me to buy you a drink.
Crap. I hadn't even noticed that. I'll be more careful about using the alias in the future. Also, my post left me at the bottom of the stairs inside the inn.
Aiden has probably just rolled into town within the last few days, so the odds of him knowing anybody is low, I think. Are we actually in Heldren? The players guide said that was the default, but that the GM might start us elsewhere. Also, where exactly is Heldren? I can't seem to find it on any Taldor maps.
I'm pleasantly surprised to have been selected. This will be my first pbp on the Paizo forums, and my first pbp period in nearly two years.
I think I've finished my backstory. He's basically a devout desert-y country bumpkin experiencing the big wide world for the first time. Backstory: For as long as Aiden can remember, he has kept moving. Born to a Bedouin family in the Kelishite empire, the tribe would only pause for short periods, moving on before they could exhaust the oases they stopped at. The times he liked most were when they rested around cities, because he was enamored with the variety of people residing there. They were so varied from one another, and all were different from his tribe. It was in those cities that he first heard of the icy northlands, a place of deserts even colder than the Windswept Wastes at night. A land where all of the water was said to be solid, as if such a thing were possible! Even ignoring the more fanciful notions (solid water? Ha!), he was still captivated by the tales and longed to see this land for himself. His people, like many nomadic tribes, were followers of the Cult of the Dawnflower and did not approve of his desire. Even when denied his so-called "foolish wishes" by the tribal elders, Aiden did not give up. Praying to the Sarenrae for guidance, he had a flash of divine (or more likely mundane) inspiration. Going back to the elders, he managed to sell his journey as bringing the Light of the Dawnflower to distant peoples who were unaware of Her Truth. Finally convinced, the acquiesced to his demand. First he had to leave the Kelish Empire, which was easier said than done. Boxed in by the Godfall Mountains, Aiden first traveled south to the port city of Ur-Azarr. Upon arriving there, he saw the first thing in his life that left him dumbfounded: the sea. Stretching as far as the eye could see, from horizon to horizon, was more water than Aiden had thought existed in the whole world. His awe turned to dismay though when he attempted to drink from it and began to cough and hack. Water might taste funny, such was the way of water, but it should not have burned his throat like that. Taking ship to Taldor, he was surprised at how much water there was. It seemed no matter how far they traveled, there was always more of it. Much to his annoyance, and the sailors' amusement, no matter where they went the seawater was still undrinkable. When they made landfall in southern Taldor, he was impressed at how green everything was. He had heard stories describing the lush vegetation, so he wasn't too surprised...aside from the trees. Those were enormous. They were so unlike the short and scraggly, stunted things back home that at first he didn't know what they were. And just like everything else in Taldor, they were so incredibly green. He eventually made his way to the village of Heldren, from which he hoped to set out north, and maybe finally see the lands that had inspired his journey.
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