Aleister Landeg's page

I promise that if I've looked at your stat block it was only to steal ideas for my own characters!

That said I can't say I've never offered advice to someone; particularly if I know they're new, but I have enough worries playing my own character....I'm not going to play someone else's as well!

I am currently playing in a PbP game (on another site) and one player typically floods the OOC thread and our PM boxes with what actions he'd like to see us take. I guess he's been rules-lawyering with the GM via private message as well and was called out on it in OOC. That has quieted him down somewhat but in the meantime the entire game was bogged down.

Aleister follows the group...unsure of whether or not to draw a weapon. He decides on drawing his crossbow and loads a bolt.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Aleister takes inventory of his alchemical vials and follows the group.

"If I'm not mistaken...they're claiming that a human ordered them to burn down the town." Aleister turns his attention toward Father Dantus. "I can't say how long I plan to stay but would be grateful for any hospitality. I'm embarrassed to say I've fallen on some hard times as of late."

Aditionally there seems to be more to this raid than meets the eye. My curiosity is encouraging me to see this through."

Exactly...play your character the way you envision him. If anyone takes it personally perhaps RPGs aren't the right game for them.

"That sounds like a fantastic idea! They have mead there...don't they?"

Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

I'll just throw the bomb in front of them to give 'em all splash damage. Hopefully the inn won't catch fire..

Aleister moves within 20 feet of the goblins and launches a bomb, aiming for the ground directly in front of them.

ATK vs AC5: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Damage=6; Reflex Save for half damage

Aleister prepares another bomb...keeping a keen eye out for the best moment, and the best spot, to throw it.

Aleister follows Dorin and Duru, loaded crossbow in hand.

Aleister watches Ethan's shot and decides to target the goblin atop the wagon as well.

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
1d8 ⇒ 4

Aleister fires a crossbow bolt at the closest goblin. (G9)

Attack: 1d20 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (16) + 2 - 4 = 14
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 7

Aleister launches his second bomb at I-12, then pulls out his crossbow and takes a five foot step to E-7.

attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12
6 damage to adjacent squares; reflex save for half damage.

Aleister moves next to Vladislav and launches a bomb at I8.

Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
Splash Damage to adjacent squares=6; reflex save for half damage.

Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

Aleister will throw a bomb...but I'll need to see the map before deciding where I want to throw it!

Aleister fishes a couple of bombs from his pack and follows the others.

After fumbling through his pack checking on a few items, Aleister finally looks up. "Whoa...what happened here?"

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

Aleister follows his new friends closer to the podium.

"Thanks. I've been...traveling for a while now. It's always nice to meet some friendly people."

"What, huh? Oh yeah...thanks." Aleister barely acknowledges the waitress and leaves his food and drink behind as he moves closer to the hobgoblin. He extends his hand a little too enthusiastically.

"Aleister Landeg...an absolute pleasure to see you." He quickly realizes he used his last name a bit too loudly and looks around to see if anyone took notice.

While walking through town Aleister is startled to see a Hobgoblin mingling among the crowd. Fascinating! He had studied the anatomy of many a humanoid at university...hobgoblins among them. However it's very different seeing one in the flesh as opposed to on the pages of some text.

He approaches cautiously, pulls out a small parchment and begins scribbling some notes.

"Yes...yes. Enjoying the festival. And congratulations to you Father." Luckily Aleister didn't have far to fall when his family fell from its social graces. He always became nervous and tongue tied when speaking with people....particularly strangers. Still his parents would parade him around in front of this dignitary and that one. No sense dwelling on that now...those days are over.

Excuse me father...I'm going to have a walk. About town. Perhaps I'll see you again....soon?

It was not Aleister's intent to visit Sandpoint during the festival...yet here he is. There was a time in his life when a member of his family might be a benefactor in rebuilding a cathedral such as this...but no longer. Perhaps the shame of the Landberg name hasn't reached Sandpoint. Aleister thinks to himself while stepping in line for a tour of the cathedral.

Aleister enters and takes a bow.

Thanks for the effort March Hare...may we sit across the (virtual) gaming table from one another soon!

I'm up for it as well...whenever you're ready.

Watching a loved one battle cancer is an emotionally draining experience. Take care of yourself and take care of your family. We will keep you in our thoughts and prayers.

When Arden arrives at the festival the vendors are just beginning to display their wares for the day. The smell of smoke leads him to the sight of a pig roasting on a spit. {i}Perhaps later.[/i] he thinks to himself as he continues to look around, his eyes finally settling on his true desire.

The largest cup you have filled to the brim with mead, my good sir.

Arden flips a coin into the vendor's hand and raises the cup in thanks. Any news about town that would benefit a visitor such as myself? Arden offers what he considers to be a winning smile.

Diplomacy 1d20 ⇒ 16

Leave the stodgy research to the old coots; a true wizard learns his craft by doing; not by reading and writing. It was with that thought in his mind that Arden Tide packed up his belongings and headed for Swallowfeld; earning transport and keep along the way by impressing folk with his magic.

The Harvest Festival seems like a perfect event to test his mettle against other wizards, and perhaps gain some coin and notoriety for his trouble. Not that I want to come off as some bloody street magician... Hopefully his skills will not only impress the judges, but some would-be adventurers as well. There is powerful magic written on scrolls and in long forgotten texts hidden deep beneath the earth.

I was going to throw you all right into the Tangled Wood, but I would be fine with you role-playing a scene at the village if you want to flesh out how the party comes together. Up to you.

Do you want us to role play the village scene here or in the gameplay thread?

Here's my wizard build...if anyone sees any errors or glaring omissions please let me know!