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Awesome, thanks, DM Dickie. I appreciate the clarification. Blythe is fully good to work with the Pathfinder society. :) All her basics stay what they are here: A human ninja from Cheliax who will take classes in Gunslinger eventually. If chosen I'll fix her to your specs within the day. But the crunch on her page right now gives you an idea of where I will likely take her, and the writing and backstory I already posted should give you an idea of who she is and how I play. :)
Ragnar av Gundrun, I didn't realize when I was writing my in-character post, but yours is not too far off mine. Both deal with shady stuff going on in the back alleys. I'm now picturing you and Rosabel getting me out of that, lol. A human ninja heading to gunslinger (mysterious stranger) dissident, a virtuous human dual-talent cleric of Sarenrae and an amoral cynical mercenary human bloodrager? This is starting to sound fun, lol. Good dynamics there.
Blythe Astor, a female human from Corentyn, Cheliax. Background and blurb: The daughter of the notorious 'Bleeding Rosa', Blythe has always been into gun-running. While she herself is not wanted in as many countries as her mother was, she still travels with caution. Gun-running paid her bills...most of the time...but the things that fire her up are corruption in the governments of the world and oppression of vulnerable people. Most recently she delivered a shipment of hand cannons to a rather large, gray-skinned merchant in Magnimar, who was taking them to somewhere in the Iron Peaks. She doesn't ask questions. She's stopped by Magnimar to visit her aunt Amele, Uncle Alergast, and little Aeren and Verah, whom she has not seen since they were infants. She is from Corentyn, Cheliax, called Port Indomitable, or the City of Nine Forts.
Blythe grunted as her face was slammed into the wet pavement. She could feel a cut on her cheek as the city guard who was accosting her put his knee in her back. He laughed, searching through her pockets, being a bit free with his wandering hands. "Who do we have here?" he said, drawing out her papers. "Yadira Larke. From Qadira. Age 64. Well, that seems unlikely." The other guards laughed. They were detaining several street urchins, who were trying to yank their elbows free and run. "I'm going to slit your throat in front of the magistrate, and he's going to thank me you pompous—oof!" The guards broke out laughing as Blythe was struck in the face again. One of the children kicked the guard holding her hard in the shin, shoved one of the other guards, and in the ensuing tussle all three kids scrambled away, ignoring the yells pursuing them out of the alley. Blythe laughed, dirty water getting in her mouth. The guard hissed at her. "What's so funny, missy? Got what you wanted? Those little beggars got away, and you're the hero, yeah?" "I don't give a toss, you moron. I wasn't trying to free them. I was just trying to beat your shorter-than-I-thought-possible ass for thinking you had a right to harass them." She strained to peer back over her shoulder, then at the other guards. "Seriously. How is he that short?" With a menacing growl, the guard punched her face into the cobblestones again, and the others joined in, kicking her everywhere. Blythe grunted and cried, trying to scream in anger, in rage, almost laughing as she sobbed through what was surely one of her ribs being broken. Suddenly, a huge boom echoed through the ally. The guards tripped over themselves and her as they fled. The water on the ground tasted coppery now. Or perhaps that was her. Her vision was blurry, the world wavering as the clouds opened up, rain splashing down like a haunting embrace, its cold fingers caressing her skin as a dark figure loomed over her, stooping low. She gave in to the embrace, her consciousness sinking below the waves into deep, quiet, peace.
It opens with zero issues on mine...
"What is Thistletop, anyway? What was it?"
"Wait...why are we checking the cave?" Blythe says, staring at everyone in turn. "We're clearing Thistletop of goblins. I don't think Thistletop is at the bottom of this cave..."
"I'm with Radbar," Blythe says, nodding at him. She hisses as Arabeth stands. "Would you get down!"
"A bridge that's likely guarded."
"Is the beach the only approach?"
Blythe looks chagrined. She meets Arabeth's eyes, almost apologizing. "Let's just do this. Okay?"
Blythe stares at Arabeth, nonplussed. "You trying to knock me over?" She ducks through the "doorway". "Gods, I loath bugs!"
Oh this is just fantastic." Blythe swears, slapping a bug against her neck. "Ah! If another bug bites me, I'm going to blast it to Minkai!" She waves her pistol around threateningly at a perceived villainous threat, as a fly buzzes lazily by, unconcerned.
Checking the Inn. :)
I think my sheet is properly adjusted to reflect those notes. Thanks, Cerinn.
Awesome, I believe my sheet should be up to date.
I had leveled once in Ninja, but forgot to notate the level; added everything else, though. 3rd level
Hit points (+1 favored class)
4th level
Hit points
I believe I'm at a +4 Defense bonus now...correct me if I'm wrong, DaWay. How many Hero points do we get? And are we full HP's again?
Sodding hell...I think I'm still first level...
What level are we now?
Thank you, Cerinn. DaWay is there time for me to do this in the campaign, and do I need to make any rolls? And why in the name of sodding chimpanzees with pogo-sticks would Blythe need to have curative miracles wasted on her? :)
Done. If we have time in game, I'll do it. It takes 1 day?
I'm fine with that. Where does the 300 gp come out of? The 1128?
Ha, we have two "Dr. Jones" with us. Brilliant. :)
Have a blast, Radbar!
Brilliant. :) Do you still work in film?
Right on. Yeah, I was pitching a project to my friends at New Regency. And there are no flunkies...camera ops, 2nd AC, boom, crafty...all totally important, and if one piece leaves the project suffers. :) where do you go to school?
What did you do there, Alric? That's awesome. :)
I will. In Beverly Hills tomorrow morning, then down to the FOX lot. Feels like going home, lol. I love that lot.
I'm in LA the next several days.
"This place is messed up..."
Thanks, Arabeth. :)
Sorry I've been out of it. My daughters been back in the hospital with a fever. I missed the combat, and am now a little lost, lol. DaWay, would you bot me back on course, please?
Changed my avatar. :)
Blythe fires at the little creature, then takes a step back and reloads. Crunch:
"She looks like a bureaucrat." Blythe says sardonically, sneering at the statue.
I do love me some breaking bad. :) By the way, my close friend just cast Sean Astin in his next film. Very excited.
I'm heading to Albuquerque for a few days.
"I'm not injured. I've just got blood on me." she says, looking at her body and hands. "And most of it isn't even mine."
"Thank you."
"Got plenty o' bullets." she says, hefting her pistol.
"Where would we hide?" Blythe says, unable to fully hide the disgust of that thought in her voice. |
