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Are we able to use the Artificer class listed in the Pathfinder conversion document you attached in your initial post? Always heard people talking about them but I'm not super familiar with Eberron and have never played (or seen) one. Alternatively, what about the psionics Aegis class? Is this something that a Half-Elf or Human would be able to become?
Good luck and have fun!
The Wave Soaked Maiden:
One gray day, so thick with fog The clouds hung heavy and low A fisherman out on the waves Hauled his nets up from below Tangled up amongst the cod And bass and brill and bream Was something strange and scaly Like a vision from a dream La-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da Vision from a dream She had fins where her feet should be Her eyes were dark as a storm The siren that he caught upon That gray and fateful mourn Behind her lips, her teeth was sharp Much sharper than his knives She said to him, "Come closer, sir And I'll eat you alive" La-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da I'll eat you alive Beware the wave-soaked maidens To whom the depths belong If you sail upon their waters Then you won't sail for long He trembled as she gazed at him Her eyes were hungry and cold She was a sight both terrible And lovely to behold "Please don't feast upon my flesh" He begged her to forgive "If I return you to the sea Then won't you let me live?" La-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da Won't you let me live? She looked at him upon his knees And thought him a pitiful sight She told him, "I will let you go But quickly take your flight" "If ever you should drop your nets Again amongst these waves Then me and all my sisters here Will drag you to your grave" La-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da Drag you to your grave Beware the wave-soaked maidens To whom the depths belong If you sail upon their waters Then you won't sail for long A fortnight hence he tossed and turned Her eyes had driven him mad And when he slept, all he could see Was the lady's seaweed clad (seaweed clad) Desperate for just one glimpse more He took back to the deep And sure enough, she came to him With promises to keep La-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da Promises to keep She said, "Good sir, I warned you once That you could never return I should have know right then and there Your kind will never learn" (never learn) When he saw her sisters rise He knew that he was damned And now his bones are fathoms deep All buried in the sand La-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da Buried in the sand Beware the wave-soaked maidens To whom the depths belong If you sail upon their waters Then you won't sail for long If you sail upon their waters Then you won't sail for long By Ginny Di
Does anyone know any good sea shanties?
Dotting
Eh, it's okay Aqua, sometimes that's what happens. I appreciate you at least trying to pick up the campaign when the original recruitment died.
Stepping away from Sorry, Atamar turns to Jonathan and D'ahia
Atamar moves to inspect the man in the back to make sure he is alright, using his shirt to rub a bit of blood off of the hilt of his starknife from the badly dressed bandit. Extending his hand:
Atamar moves to the side as the bandits leave, eyeing them carefully with his knives tight in his hands as they make their leave with the hostage in tow. He moves to the edge of the building as the progress across the courtyard of the fort. Once gone, Atamar relaxes and puts his blades away. Seeing Cassandra run to the woman, Atamar turns, walking in behind Sorry. "Well, that could have gone worse." Seeing Sorry collapse, Atamar walks up and kneels beside her, laying his hands on her arm, as he lets out a prayer to Desna.
Atamar does his best to help Sorry to her feet, looping one of her arms around his neck as he stands up. "Some, someone mind bringing a chair or something over?" Atamar's voice breaks slightly as he grunts with effort.
I have the travel domain, 40 foot movement for me ^_^. I should have mentioned it, since it hasn't mattered before. @Jonathan
For the record, Atamar's totally trying to get them just to leave, but it makes sense to try and sneak up on them if Jonathan doesn't believe she's being (mostly) earnest. My plan is "let them go and deal with them later". Edit: That's all completely OOC.
Glad things went better than expected Sorry. It's all good, life happens.
Sense Motive:
Atamar looks at the woman smiling, laying his weapons to his side for the moment.
That's my understanding of the way it works. I think the language is just reiterating the bonus for being prone.
Dodging and weaving with his current bandit, Atamar decides some protection might be a good idea, calling upon Desna to protect from harm. Seeing Norvallen hurt, Atamar attempts to move towards the white haired man.
Moving into position, Atamar begins muttering a quick incantation, trying to avoid eating any unnecessary steel to the ribs.
It's still active on mine, as far as I can tell.
Btw, it seems as though Atamar's token might have gotten deleted on Roll20 (maybe i did it on accident last night), that or I moved him on accident and I cannot find him.
FYI, boss man is still around, he mentioned on Roll20 that he is having account problems on here, it isn't letting him post.
Atamar would have enjoyed the trip, new lands are the perfect medicine for a bad experience. Paying compliments to Norvallen for his cooking skills, a rare treat to have on the road. Victoria would have been kept far away from Cassandra after watching Norvallen's horses reaction (note: Atamar was not riding Victoria, he could not afford a regular saddle so she's got a pack saddle). Which begged the question, why did Cassandra spook the horses so much? Something he inquired to her directly about. Of course, Atamar would have also bestowed the wisdom of Desna's teachings on anyone who would listen and try to tell some jokes to keep spirits up.
Lastly, he would have tried to do some hunting, to keep supplies up, inviting anyone who was interested in joining, even offering up a challenge to see who was better.
Pathfinder PRD Wrote:
"Flat-Footed: At the start of a battle, before you have had a chance to act (specifically, before your first regular turn in the initiative order), you are flat-footed.You can't use your Dexterity bonus to AC (if any) while flat-footed. Barbarians and rogues of high enough level have the uncanny dodge extraordinary ability, which means that they cannot be caught flat-footed. Characters with uncanny dodge retain their Dexterity bonus to their AC and can make attacks of opportunity before they have acted in the first round of combat. A flat-footed character can't make attacks of opportunity, unless he has the Combat Reflexes feat."
Emphasis is mine.
Atamar seeing Sorry and Norvallen engaging, springs into action. Seeing a nearby bandit unprepared, he steps up to the man and draws his Starknives while pronouncing judgement on the thieves . Lashing out, he stabs at the man's chest with a starknife .
Finishing up atbwork, will update in about 30 minutes or so (give or take 10).
Also, I still love Norvallen's fighting style. Choking the life from a man with your ponytail? That's metal as hell. +1 @Cassandra
Didn't Norvallen tell us? And hey, I have a +9 to stealth, I'm fairly sneaky. -_- At the very least we're better off than the group with Sir Paladin in Full Plate and a Heavy steel shield. What's that, you have a -7 to stealth?
@Norvallen
@Dex Based Discussion
Atamar begins to follow Sorry in, stepping in beside her and whispering "Careful, seems to be a lot of tension in the air." Atamar surveys the area, looking for a source of the tension, double checking the walls, etc.
I'm a big fan of Roll20 so no issues here.
I think Sorry's map works for now, as we progress the others should be nice though. Also some final minute details:
Atamar now has the Knife Master Archetype and is a regular Inquisitor (if no one caught that last bit). Finally, Atamar uses and has always been using Starknives, any belief of him using Shortswords was a mistake of the mind. #Minitrue
Atamar ponders for a moment considering. "I have no idea really. Sounds ominous enough alright, 'she' could be anything: Desna, some beauty I've yet to meet, my mum, who knows." Atamar shrugs and smiles. "I'll let time prove to me that this is something to be worried about and I think it's best if you all do the same. We aren't going to get anything done worrying over some cryptic message some fey might have left for us. It's clear their games are their own. "
As Atamar cautiously leads Victoria over, he hands up his letter towards Norvallen "Mind?" Looking at Cassandra again
I'm back alive again, sorry for the delay. Was a really hectic weekend with lots of driving and visiting family. I just got back a couple hours ago. Since were talking what we are planning on doing.
I'm going to be rolling with the Half-Orc Favored Class bonus for Inquisitors (+1/2 on Intimidate and Monster ID) and combine that with Stern Gaze for Intimidate and I took the feat Improved Monster Lore for a sacred bonus equal to 1/2 my level on Monster ID. I don't have near enough skills (story of a Rogue's life) to keep ranks maxed in all of them, but I should still be pretty good at it. I actually plan on going intimidate too. I was planning on getting Dazzling Display and the Skill Unlock for Intimidate with Rogue's Edge at 5th level, makes a neat crowd control trick, possibly make them frightened (and eventually worse) on top of the demoralize. My Intimidate isn't great now but it should pick up by then. Combat wise, standard TWF Rogue with Inquisitor tricks added on. Will eventually be able to do a bit of debuff with Dazzling Display+Debilitating Injury. Might grab Shatter Defenses eventually, though Hero's Display is a neat idea. @Jonathan Seems we have somewhat similar ideas in mind, maybe we can talk later and try to branch out a little. Or not, none of the things seem bad to have doubles of. Also if anyone is interested in grabbing teamwork feats, I'll end up with some and I'm totally willing to pick for group synergy. (Stealth synergy seems like a quick one to mind with this group). Anyways, it's late, I'll catch up with you all tomorrow.
Without a clue Atamar nods in hearing Sorry tell of her abilities. "I'm sure you will be of use, I doubt the fates had you hear for nothing." Atamar opens his letter, squinting at the text, turning it upside down, and scrutinizing it. "Hmm, someone is playing a funny game with me, I sure as herk can't read this. Can any of you?" Hearing Jonathan say he can't read his either.
Atamar goes to collect his horse Victoria, missing he step as he hears D'ahia mention the word 'lover', remembering the expression she had given him before in the pub when he had offered her an ale I hope she didn't take me too seriously Atamar thinks to himself slightly distressed. Then pauses to watch the exchange between Norvallen and Cassandra. Looking at Cassandra "Your might want to get that checked out there friend. Horses carry a nasty wallop. Also, if you wouldn't mind not straying to near to Victoria here" Atamar draws his horse from the stables "she can be a right bit skittish about some people and I'm no great shakes at controlling her. I would prefer not to have to track her down if it's all the same to you." "If we want to send a letter to the Swordlords in route, I see no problem with it, I'm all ready to go myself."
Atamar curiously picks up one of the pieces of fruit as well, sniffing it before adding it to a secure place in his pack. He approaches the front door the the Randy Sasquatch then turns to survey the room one last time. Then he kneels down and in a low whisper offers up a quiet prayer "May each of you walk freely again in a world not our own and your journeys bring you freedom and happiness." Then, walking out, he stops to stare at the evening sky, taking in a breath of fresh air. He stands there for a few moments letting the wind wash over him and clear his mind of everything that had happened. Turning to those outside:
Hearing Norvallen's words Atamar turns to him offering his smile.
No, I agree, we should get out of this place. Sounds like you folks have searched this place pretty thoroughly. Best not to stay here any longer than necessary." Noticing Sorry
Atamar finally regaining his strength, stands to his feet slowly surveying the carnage By the gods, what happened in here?. Then the memories come back to him and he sets himself against a wall, doing his best not keep whatever food was still in his stomach. Looking around he notices Norvallen messing around with the fruit, grabbing his shortswords off of the ground he slowly walks over, careful to avoid stepping into anything. "Seems I am one of the last to awake, though I think I might have preferred staying asleep to this mess." Even the usually cheerful Half-Orc seems unwilling to crack a joke or smile at the carnage. "Did Lord Alystair kick the bucket too.?" noticing the pile of clothes. Hearing comment, he goes over to help inspect them.
I'll be driving for the better part of today so don't wait up on me.
Oh neato, hey everyone, I had a lot of fun, I feel like I got to meet a lot of unique and interesting characters. There were so many characters in here that I wanted to continue on with. I liked this recruitment, I agree that I think maybe cutting it down as you go might be good idea. I feel like the recruitment process was in itself (besides being incredible in the volume) was a fun experience that I enjoyed a lot. I'm going to bed now though. Cheers.
Seeing the bright light Atamar is once again filled with hope, before being stricken with blinding pain causing him to collapse to the ground. As he lays on the ground, blood trickling out of his mouth and the open wound on his chest. He notices a man now trying to drag him to his feet, with little strength and near gut wrenching pain, Atamar pushes the man away murmuring something intelligible. As he lays there he reflects on his life, and on the life he has yet to live. Of the places he has yet to see. He thinks of his friends, Mila and John, of his parents, and of his horse, Victoria. Darkness begins to cloud out everything, and for a moment the pain is gone. Then, a singular thought floats to the surface of his mind, "Desna" and he hears what at first the quiet wind of a butterflies flap, then the sweetest voice, "move". The gut wrenching pain returns and with it the light of Sir Alystairs sword. Unable to stand but unwilling to call his Journey done, Atamar reaches for his swords, using them for leverage he pushes himself to his knees and starts to drag himself towards the light.
Seeing a flurry of butterflies appear from Jamahzin, Atamar becomes filled with hope, until all of a sudden his stomach seemed to come to life on it's own. Keeling over, Atamar drops his swords and starts clenching his gut "What in the name of Desna? It feels like I tried to eat Jamahzin whole!" He looks up through half open eyes at the monstrosity before him, it was her, it has to be! Praying to Desna to give him strength, Atamar, on one knee, grabs one of his swords and tries his best to make himself stand up. Growling out loud in a feral snarl not unlike an injured wolf.
Look, I'm a Half-Orc with a Charisma of 8, give me some slack. Who is now blind.
Look, I'm a Half-Orc with a Charisma of 8, give me some slack.
But... But Desna.
Oh, well ignore me then. I've been browsing through the thread most of the day, but it's hard to keep track of everything while a work.
Didn't like 2 or 3 people heal you? Live mighty Kobold dragon, LIVE!
I edited my sense motive for a knowledge religion btw. kinda realized it was a rather pointless attempt.
Things just got real O_o
Atamar now looking somewhat alarmed steps forward. With a look on his face that shows little emotion and in a voice that is flat, with little of the good nature that normally shows itself Atamar addresses the lady. "Beg your pardon mam, but whatever business you have with the girl really should end right here."
"Where did my last Cure Light Wounds go?" *Looks at the now revived Jorn with shifty eyes*
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