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Grumbaki wrote:


Martial

Aldizog - Wulfric Tilernos, Human Cavalier
* Weapon: Lance + Shield

Grumbaki - Sven the Shieldbearer, Dwarf Slayer
* Weapon: Shield(s)

Ironpereti - Brand the Bold, Aasimar bloodrager
* Weapon: Spear

Malinor - Crastor Deems, Human Paladin (Abadar)
* Weapon: Longsword + Shield

Ridge - Daxiana Gloridia Medvyed, Human Ranger
* Weapon: Longbow

Skills and Stealth

AGM Lemming - Bertrand Strahnd, Human uRogue(Scout/Shadow Scion)

AJM8665 - Aelbourne Silverleaf, Half-Elf Rogue (scout)

SqueezeMeNow - Tehs, Kobold Unchained Rogue

Veniir - Pulap Kaduk, Halfling Bard

Divine

Codanus - Thurim Ironbeard, Dwarf Forgemaster Cleric (Torag)

LDDragon - Ragnar Thorwood, Human Oracle

Mark Thomas 66 - Iolandra Zamfi, Human Druid (Green Faith)

Sensen - Agak the Visionary, Half-Orc Shaman

Arcane

Critzible - Audrennila Moonblossom, Elf Arcanist (Calistria)

Pinvendor - Murielle, Human Soulbound Summoner.

I think you missed someone off the Arcane list...

Wandering Wastrel - Allandír Dinúvriel, Elf Wizard (conjuration)

I have no idea where Vigilante and Alchemist sit in the Martial/Skills/Arcane divide, so I'm going to let Grumbaki add in

Rosc - Demius Magnar, Human Alchemist (clone master)

and

Calabanian - Sawn/Saizu, Half-Elf Vigilante


This is Wandering Wastrel’s submission, an elf wizard. The concept is a deliberate rejection of the Tolkienesque love affair with elves: immortal, all-knowing, fair-spoken, beautiful, wise, etc. etc. etc. Allandír is none of these things but he does live up to the other Tolkienesque trope of “looks foul but feels fair.”

I’ve added some key NPCs and a goal or two – if you think the whole ‘divided loyalties’ thing between Brevoy and Kyonin is over-complicated, I can easily remove it without significantly changing the character; please let me know. I’ve also added in an NPC who fled to the Stolen Lands – again, if you think that’s over-complicating things, it can easily be removed.

I’ve given him a couple of scrolls at full price. If you will allow self-crafting, it would save up some money but I haven’t assumed you are OK with that.


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I believe it is no longer the 23rd of April in any time zone, so now we all just wait trepidatiously - good luck everyone! Some great characters for the DM to choose from, I don't envy the task of selecting only three.


Hi all

Due to ongoing work (I had 2/3 of my team reassigned to other matters last week), I don't now have time to post regularly here. I'm going to keep running the games where I'm DM but I think I need to drop the games I'm playing in: it isn't fair to you guys (especially the DM) to have to keep waiting on me.

I'm sorry to do this, but I don't see how it works otherwise.


Allandír draws his bow back. "Shall we move away from the pillar? We can draw the drakes back with us and reduce the number of things we have to deal with at once."

Staying safely out of range of the pillar and the drakes both (he hopes!), he sights the closest drake and fires at it.

Hunted shot: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (3) + 15 = 18
Damage: 2d8 + 3 ⇒ (5, 5) + 3 = 13

Hunted shot: 1d20 + 15 - 5 ⇒ (4) + 15 - 5 = 14
Damage: 2d8 + 3 ⇒ (3, 8) + 3 = 14

First shot that hits does an extra 1d8 ⇒ 5 precision damage

He fires one further shot for good measure.

Hunted shot: 1d20 + 15 - 10 ⇒ (10) + 15 - 10 = 15
Damage: 2d8 + 3 ⇒ (8, 7) + 3 = 18


Allandír raises an eyebrow at the parting words. "...or his wonderful hair." But he is glad things didn't devolve into violence.

He takes a look at the pillar. "Very well, shall we?"

Can't remember how we destroy these - is it just brute force?


Allandír loftily ignores Pril's remarks about the hair - for now - although he makes a mental note to bring the subject up again when they're alone (his fingers have long since worked out where the gnome is most ticklish).

He sighs inwardly as the human reveals the typical short-sightedness and avarice of their race. But those alone are not reasons for hostility.

"Ten gold apiece you say?" He does his best to feign interest, and hopes the others will play along. "Indeed there are more, in the lands of the Ekujae elves." He points toward the elven homeland, and well away from where any of the actual pillars can be found.

"We will carry this one for you while you go in search of the others."

Hopefully the Ekujae will detain him peacefully. If not, well... no really great loss.

Deception, untrained: 1d20 ⇒ 15

Oh well. That's at least good enough for an Aid Another. Hopefully someone versed in deception and lies, like our Cardinal, can take this and run with it.


Thanks, all! Nice to be back and posting again.


The tall elf has seen much in his time, but he goggles slightly at the appearance of this stranger, before resuming his more usual carefully neutral expression. He looks to one of his more talkative companions to open a dialogue with the man.


So. That was moderately unpleasant.

Apologies for absence. Reading through what I've missed and catching up now, will post when I can.


Allandír gives a slight smile. "Ah, there we have it: the truth, as elusive a creature as any I have hunted."

Lacking much in the way of diplomatic skills, he looks to the others to step in while he watches the man carefully to try and gauge his intentions.

Perception, Sense Motive: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (14) + 12 = 26


Allandír sighs and says loudly in Taldan (loud enough for the man to hear) "Well, we'll just have to shoot him. Better safe than sorry."

He doesn't draw back his bow - yet. If the man responds, it's clear that he understands; in which case, the fact that he's pretending not to is suspicious.


Allandir keeps firing at the enemy spellcaster.

Hunted shot: 1d20 + 11 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 11 + 1 = 26
Damage: 2d8 + 3 ⇒ (7, 3) + 3 = 13
Precision damage: 1d8 ⇒ 8

Hunted shot: 1d20 + 11 + 1 - 5 ⇒ (3) + 11 + 1 - 5 = 10
Damage: 2d8 + 3 ⇒ (2, 1) + 3 = 6

Longbow: 1d20 + 11 + 1 - 10 ⇒ (6) + 11 + 1 - 10 = 8
Damage: 2d8 + 3 ⇒ (3, 4) + 3 = 10


EARLIER

THERE'S the rolls I was looking for! XD

Allandír looks with satisfaction at the dead creature.

Elven:
"Do not meddle in the affairs of Elves, for an arrow through the eye can often offend."

Once up and about, he gently looks after Pril until her eyesight recovers.

NOW

The tall elf keeps a wary eye on the foes. Letting Pril tackle the boggards, he focuses on the priest.

Hunt Prey, Hunter Shot, Move to safe distance that's still in range

Hunted Shot: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (13) + 15 = 28
Damage: 2d8 + 3 ⇒ (1, 5) + 3 = 9

Hunted Shot: 1d20 + 15 - 5 ⇒ (17) + 15 - 5 = 27
Damage: 2d8 + 3 ⇒ (1, 8) + 3 = 12

First shot that hits does 1d8 ⇒ 1 Precision damage


Pril Piddwiemog wrote:
Wondering if Allandír was a Tiefling Swashbuckler in a former life. ;)

???

EDIT: Just realised we went to level 6 at some point and I didn't notice. Fixing now.

EDIT II. Fixed. Haven't picked a class feat or skill feat, but they're all pretty meh anyway.


Hey! No fair! You're supposed to roll Nat 20s when you bot me!

Lying bloodied and cut to ribbons on the ground, the elf dreams of happier times.

Pril:

Again, sorry for the delay on this - if you just want to handwave and move on we can do that :(

Pril wrote:
"I want there to be a connection between us."

Allandír moves forward while Pril is speaking, and he has the manners to let her finish her speech before kissing her, gently but with considerable attention to detail. He pulls back, panting slightly - Pril wasn't kidding when she said she has more stamina than he does - and looks her her with a smile. "I want the same thing. I'm just not good with words. Now will you PLEASE. STOP. TALKING."


Hi, all - RL is giving me a bit of a kicking at the moment. I will get some posts up this evening/tomorrow with a view to resuming normal service thereafter.

Sorry for any delays, thanks for bearing with me.


Pril:

Allandír raises an eyebrow. "I have always found words to be, ah, overrated. Put your trust in actions. I am here. Let that be your answer."


Allandír can take a hint, especially when it's dropped with the subtlety of an anvil. He bathes, before joining Pril in her quarters.


Sorry, busy with other things. Posting now :)


Pril Piddwiemog wrote:
"You could have stopped me, you know."

"True," Allandír acknowledges with a smile. "But it was more fun this way."

Pril Piddwiemog wrote:
Pril glances up at her companion before looking at Nketiah. "I've been told that some questions are inappropriate."

Allandír shakes his head. "Say rather, ah, inappropriately timed than inappropriate full stop. But I am glad we have all moved beyond our initial interactions."


Pril Piddwiemog wrote:

She bows at those assembled and returns to Allandír's side.

"Just kill me right now and release me from my humiliation," she whispers to him.

Allandír gives the gnome's shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Not to worry. They say that humility is good for the soul, and humiliation is, ah, close to humility, isn't it?"

He pauses for a moment in thought. "Or is that only in the dictionary?"

When Nketiah spends what is really an awful lot of words to ask for their help, he nods. "Do you have any maps of the region? We are strangers here so whatever help you can give is appreciated."


Allandír raises an eyebrow, but doesn't stop the gnome. It's not as if he has any better stories to tell.


Pril:
Allandír gives a gentle smile: "Whatever helps you feel most comfortable."


Pril:

This time, Allandír really does smile. "No, I think I'll keep that in reserve for as and when you really do piss off someone we need." His green eyes sparkle. "Anyway, two days in the rain is nothing. I once spent most of a week in the mud at the side of the road, waiting for a goblin patrol to come by. Do you know how difficult it is to keep a bowstring dry in a week of nothing but rain?"

He holds out a hand to her. "Now, shall we go and find out what these tree-dwellers use for beds? That's something I'm curious about."


Pril:
A slight smile threatens to tug at the corners of the tall elf's mouth. "Not a disappointment. Exasperating, yes. Confounding, yes again in equal measure. But if I made you think that, then I am sorry. I was concerned that you had potentially alienated someone who had the power to refuse us entry to this place - leaving us alone and with no option but to trek through the hostile jungle, back to the aiduara. Fortunately that didn't happen, but the prospect of it was, ah, unwelcome. Hence my glare."

He pauses, trying to find some sort of compromise, a way forward. "Is the joy in the asking of questions, or in getting answers? Because I would suggest that if you can discipline your curiosity into asking the right questions at the right time, you will find you get more answers than you have so far."

His lips twitch again. "You're a monk, after all. Discipline shouldn't be too foreign a concept."


Pril, Take II:

A soft cough alerts Pril to the fact she is not alone. Clad in dark colours, Allandír conceals easily. "It is certainly true that, ah, I and my people do not always, let us say, appreciate the direct approach. But - to be fair - are you so very different? When we first met, you were very clear that there were things you weren't ready to discuss. It was many months before you were ready to tell me about your Halflà lover."

He looks at her. "Which is fine. But... others might also want that same space. What on Golarion possessed you to ask about Nketiah's arm without taking the time to get to know her? Or to talk to Akosa as though you'd known him for years instead of hours?"

He looks away from her. "I am not saying that my, ah, cautious reserve is always a good thing. I admire your open and spontaneous approach to life. I have much to learn from you, if... you are still willing. But I hope you are willing to accept the idea that if you've had a bad reaction from several different people, then maybe you're the one that got it wrong?"


????

Looks like the forums have crapped out again.

I'll retype and repost shortly (how do you keep a gnome in suspense?)


Pril:


With a soft sigh, Allandír commits himself to a cause which he will almost certainly end up regretting. The first step of course is to try and determine whether Nketiah's assessment of the situation is accurate: do they really have some strength of feeling for one another?

He watches the two of them as they converse, trying to get a read on their expressions and their body language.

Perception/sense motive: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 11 = 25


The tall elf raises one eyebrow as Pril pledges her support for Nketiah's endeavour, giving the half-elf a 'be careful what you wish for' look: "Well, if you wanted a blunt instrument, you've certainly got one!"


Allandír almost chokes on his wine, and spends several seconds coughing and spluttering as he tries to find a polite way of saying Are you f***ing kidding me?!

"Ah... I certainly wish you all the best with that, ah, endeavour, but you will almost certainly fare better in your efforts without my aid. I have not been so successful in that area of my own life-" his green eyes flick almost imperceptibly towards Pril "-that I can intervene in someone else's."


Allandír warmly applauds Pril's efforts, making no attempt to even try and outdo the gnome. By elven standards he is considered hardy, but some endeavours are best left to others.


Hells, you can roll for me anytime! :)

Allandír looks gratified as the arrows strike home, as if guided by some unseen power. He expresses gratitude as the twins present the group with the dagger. "My thanks, this is a queenly gift indeed."

Not sure who could use that the most


Allandír tries to shake off a weird feeling of deja vu as he regards the twins. He gives a bow of his head.

"I am - actually, I am unsure how to introduce myself. I have been a soldier, a killer, a craftsman, a wanderer, and now... I am still working that out, I think. The one constant in my life has been my bow - I am proud of my ability to shoot, even if I am not always proud of the targets I have chosen. But what am I most proud of? Hmmm."

There is a long, long pause.

"I would like to say that what I am proudest of is of my choice of friends, but that would be sheer vanity on my part, I think. The word I should probably use is... lucky. I am fortunate that they have chosen to be my friends. I do not make it easy for them, on occasion."


It seems to be an unfortunate continuation of the "If you don't play it like this, you're having badwrongfun" theme that was rather too prevalent in the playtest discussions.


Crap, was in a hurry so I only just noticed the "take the lower of the rolls" thing. Sorry, Pril >.<

That almost seems like it's designed to discourage players from participating in the game, which is... an interesting design choice, to say the least :/

(I'm assuming this is another hinky PF2 flaw, rather than a DM Brainiac thing!)


Nature: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 21
Stealth: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29
Survival: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 21

Allandír works with the group, providing his expertise as required. The forest is his natural environment, and he is virtually a ghost.


Allandír nods in agreement. "Turtles and bats sound like more work than the reward merits. River-hog and crocodile both sound entertaining - and tasty."


Allandír grins, showing a mouthful of his broken teeth as he meets Akosa's stare. "Try me."

This is the first Ekujae they've met who seems to be actually unfriendly, rather than simply wary. He wonders why.

Perception/Sense Motive: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (13) + 11 = 24


Allandír gives a rueful smile as the issue of comparative theology rears its ugly head again. "I think the issue is that the word 'civilisation' means different things to different people. There are many in Kyonin for example who think human civilisation would be an excellent idea: they are truly interested to see what it will look like, if it ever arrives."

He brightens up as Nketiah mentions a hunting party "I am definitely interested. Perhaps you could introduce us to Asoka?"


Allandír gives a resigned nod at Nketiah's saddening explanation.

Elven:
"I see why that would make you wary. Thank you for telling me - and for welcoming Lucius despite that history. I confess I have never understood the desire for wealth, much less the drive to steal from others in order to get it. On the topic of wealth... When your father met us, he was wearing a great deal of gold armour. I take it that is symbolic of something? I doubt it would offer much in the way of protection."


DM Brainiac wrote:
As the crowd disperses, Nketiah lingers for a bit. "That was pretty good for your first efforts. With a bit more practice, you may become quite the force to be reckoned with."

Allandír smiles and nods his thanks. "I'd like to think we gave them a challenge."

Given that Nketiah seems happy to still talk with them, he decides to raise another topic.

Elven:
"I have noticed some of your people's suspicion towards the cardinal. Is there some problem? Abadar is not my choice of deity, but Lucius has more than proven his worth and I am grateful that he is with us."


Allandír's green eyes flash with a merriment he has not experienced in some time as he laughs and - slightly out of breath - thanks Mauuko and Senyo for the game.

As Kadija and Kuakae step forward, he looks rueful, but nods.

Elven:
"I suspect I am about to be taught how this is properly played, but let us see."

ALL THE DICES:

Unarmed: 1d20 + 13 - 4 ⇒ (15) + 13 - 4 = 24
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 11 - 4 ⇒ (15) + 11 - 4 = 22

Unarmed: 1d20 + 13 - 4 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 13 - 4 + 2 = 27
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 11 - 4 ⇒ (17) + 11 - 4 = 24

Unarmed: 1d20 + 13 - 4 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 13 - 4 + 2 = 18
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 11 - 4 ⇒ (15) + 11 - 4 = 22

Unarmed: 1d20 + 13 - 4 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 13 - 4 + 2 = 29
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 11 - 4 ⇒ (10) + 11 - 4 = 17

Unarmed: 1d20 + 13 - 4 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 13 - 4 + 2 = 18
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 11 - 4 ⇒ (4) + 11 - 4 = 11

Unarmed: 1d20 + 13 - 4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 13 - 4 + 2 = 12
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 11 - 4 ⇒ (17) + 11 - 4 = 24

Unarmed: 1d20 + 13 - 4 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 13 - 4 + 2 = 17
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 11 - 4 ⇒ (6) + 11 - 4 = 13

Unarmed: 1d20 + 13 - 4 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 13 - 4 + 2 = 25
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 11 - 4 ⇒ (7) + 11 - 4 = 14

Unarmed: 1d20 + 13 - 4 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 13 - 4 + 2 = 26
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 11 - 4 ⇒ (15) + 11 - 4 = 22

Unarmed: 1d20 + 13 - 4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 13 - 4 + 2 = 13
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 11 - 4 ⇒ (14) + 11 - 4 = 21

Unarmed: 1d20 + 13 - 4 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 13 - 4 + 2 = 28
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 11 - 4 ⇒ (7) + 11 - 4 = 14


Pril Piddwiemog wrote:
"Then, perhaps, you clearly don't know me very well, either," she says in a voice filled with emotion.

Allandír gives Pril a friendly smile - "That's possible" - before giving his full attention to Mauuko and Senyo.

Elven:
"Thank you for inviting us to play. May the best elf - or gnome - win!"

Unarmed Attack: 1d20 + 13 - 4 ⇒ (4) + 13 - 4 = 13

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 11 - 4 ⇒ (15) + 11 - 4 = 22

Unarmed Attack: 1d20 + 13 - 4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 13 - 4 + 2 = 15

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 11 - 4 ⇒ (13) + 11 - 4 = 20

Unarmed Attack: 1d20 + 13 - 4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 13 - 4 + 2 = 12

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 11 - 4 ⇒ (11) + 11 - 4 = 18

Unarmed Attack: 1d20 + 13 - 4 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 13 - 4 + 2 = 19

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 11 - 4 ⇒ (17) + 11 - 4 = 24

Unarmed Attack: 1d20 + 13 - 4 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 13 - 4 + 2 = 30

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 11 - 4 ⇒ (14) + 11 - 4 = 21

Unarmed Attack: 1d20 + 13 - 4 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 13 - 4 + 2 = 27

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 11 - 4 ⇒ (15) + 11 - 4 = 22


Allandír gives Pril a sidelong glance of his green eyes. One corner of his mouth quirks upwards. "You're somewhat, ah, fetching when you're remorseful and abashed, but it doesn't really suit you."

He gestures to the two Ekujae girls. "After all, there are two of them and it's asking a lot to expect me to beat both of them on my own."


Allandír looks relieved as Nketiah seems willing to drop the matter. He nimbly follows Jahsi up into the treetops.

Acrobatics DC 15: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 21


Ok, so at least one of us is trained in Diplomacy, right?

EDIT: Never mind. Nat 20 FTW!


Allandír looks firstly at Pril with a horrified disbelief, and then straight through her with with an expression of almost contemptuous indifference.

Pril Piddwiemog wrote:
"Hey! You were all thinking it," she says

"If you truly believe that, you clearly don't know me at all." His voice is soft, but icy cold. He doesn't look at the gnome as he says it, instead turning his gaze to Nketiah as he attempts to salvage the situation as best he can.

Elven:
"There are no words in any language to express how greatly I wish to repudiate my companion's remarks. I know as well as any that we all have stories we choose not to share with others, especially those we have only just met. I apologise for her and deeply hope that you will overlook her foolishness."

Diplomacy, Untrained: 1d20 ⇒ 20


*facepalm*

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