Just noticed that RatFolk seem to be missing from the guide. Any hope of the little rodents getting some love?
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I will need to remove my application from consideration due to other comittments that have developed. My apologies and best of luck with the game. +
Ok the "Stranger to Zobeck" requirement will require a slight rewrite of Vesper's background but no big deal. I will do that later today. I will simply place her origins in another fitting city and have her come to Zobeck hoping to find a new start in her life. +
Great and Powerful DM, The info on the Shadowsworn has been sent to you. I will probably make a few changes to Vesper's personality section above to give her a slightly grittier/darker feel...to better fit the non-good requirement for the class. After all she's been through she will be morally ambivalent (i.e. True Neutral). By no means evil but not really good either...a confused jumble of compassion, fear, powerseeking, etc. Should be fun for Roleplaying. Since we seem to be rolling for stats here I guess I'll try my luck: =>Drop 3 = 17
Total: 17, 17, 13, 13, 13, 12 (a 37 point buy..I can live with that) +
I don't have Player's guide to the Crossroads - yet. So you will need to provide me with the info on the class if you get into the game, if that's OK with you. No problem. If the game starts and you don't have Crossroads yet I will happily fill you in on the details. For a quick overview, the Shadowsworn is a rogue with some limited shadow magic. I have never played it before but it fit this character so completely, I decided to give it a try. +
Here is the fluff for my character. I can give you the crunch now if you need it or later once we begin character creation. Character Application:
Name: Vesper (not her real name…this was the name given to her by the ‘Boss’, only she remembers her true name.)
Appearance:
Appearance: Vesper stands 5’4” and has a slim willowy figure which makes her look younger than her nineteen years of age. Her hair is a rich dark ebony color, shoulder length, and often done up in an elaborate braid. Her eyes are a deep and piercing green that can go cold with a light that cuts right through a man’s soul. Vesper moves through a room with the grace of a dancer, seemingly floating more than walking. She wears knee high black boots and usually dark colored clothing. These dark colors just highlight the moonlight paleness of her skin and the light dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks. The only thing marring her obvious good looks is a nose that seems to have been broken at one point and not set quite right leaving it slightly bent to the left. Vesper also has a tattoo of a rose entwined around a dagger at the base of her neck running down between her shoulder blades. Background Info:
Background: Vesper’s parents were destitute. Their once proud family had fallen on hard times and out of favor with the House of Thrune. One day a man who only called himself “The Boss” showed up at the door of their hovel. This brutish thug offered the family what seemed to them a small fortune to purchase their young daughter. With more mouths than they could feed, Vesper’s parents shut their ears to their daughter’s crying and took the money.
Vesper was shocked at first with what the Boss asked her to do, but the swine of a man made it clear that she didn’t have much choice in the matter; either do what he was demanding or die. From that day forward Vesper was trapped working for the Boss as a prostitute in one of the many brothels that he ran. She was one of the Boss’s most popular girls, being pretty and very young looking, appealing to many of the Boss’s clientele. Every night that she had to take a customer Vesper felt a little bit more of her heart and soul dying. Every one of these men seemed to steal something from her when they forced her to do the things they wanted. This went on for seven long years as the young girl’s soul died and her heart became cold as a stone in winter. Vesper would lie there letting the men do what they wanted all while shutting her mind to what was happening to her body and dreaming of a world where this kind of evil did not exist. This survival skill of focused distancing of her mind has honed her ability to concentrate on one thing and ignore all others. Finally, one night the green eyed beauty simply refused to take another customer. The Boss screamed and swore at her and when that did nothing he swung his fist, smashing Vesper right in the face. The young girl heard her nose crunch and found herself sitting against the far wall. Vesper stared at the Boss across the room and decided that she was not going to let another man touch her against her will ever again. So as the Boss came rushing at her, the raven haired girl flung her hands out in front of her and screamed in rage. Suddenly a flare of light burst right in front of the Boss’s face. The brute stumbled backward in blind confusion. Seeing her chance, the young girl pulled a dagger she had stolen and stabbed the Boss. As soon as she felt that dagger slide home in his belly, Vesper couldn’t seem to stop herself. She kept stabbing, and stabbing, and stabbing until the Boss was nothing but a bloody pulp. What she had done to the Boss gave Vesper a reputation that allowed her to survive and even thrive among the “underbelly” of Zobeck. The denizens of these warrens know that a dark haired ghost haunts the city streets in the evil hours of the night. This specter of the night is the former child prostitute, Vesper. This child of poverty, this child of abuse, this child that has suffered at the hands of the evil of men has become a child of the shadows. Vesper has found a purpose for her life in trying to reclaim the night from the beasts that hunt the darkness. The emerald eyed girl walks the deep shadows of the night so that no one else must live in fear the way she has for what seems her whole life.
Personality:
Personality:
~ Vesper feels utter shame at the things she was forced to do as a prostitute. Her childhood, her innocence, her life, her very soul was stolen away from her one horrible violated moment at a time. Now that she has freed herself from the clutches of the Boss, the young woman has sworn that she will redeem her life and her soul. For Vesper that means fighting for life even if this means fighting for the lives of people she doesn’t know but who live in fear of the night, of the darkness that walks the city streets. ~ Vesper’s life has been defined by betrayal. First, her parents betrayed her by selling her to “the Boss” and then every night men who should have stood up and protected this young girl instead betrayed her and used her to sate their own lusts. Because of this, Vesper finds it tough to trust others especially trusting them enough to let them close to her heart. Conversely she also desperately wants and needs friends, people who care for her and love her for who she is and not what they can get from her or do to her. This fear and this need battle one another daily as Vesper lurks in the shadows hiding her hurt and her pain from all around her. ~ Vesper views the magical powers that suddenly manifested in her time of need as she faced down the Boss as the greatest gift life could have given her. For a person who has been utterly helpless and powerless, these new abilities have finally given Vesper influence and control over her life. She has a acute hunger to learn more and to explore these powers so that she will never be completely vulnerable again. ~ So now Vesper stalks the shadows of the night where she can hide her pain and hurt, where she can explore her new found magical powers, and where she can hopefully find a chance to make amends for her past and redeem her soul from the darkness.
Bonus Character Material Short story:
Vesper sat among the pile of blankets on the floor, what passed as a bed in her small room, trembling. The bruises from where her customer from last night had beaten her, for his own pleasure, were just beginning to show, but they made it painful to even move. The tears slowly fell from her deep emerald eyes and rolled down her delicate cheeks. Not again…I can’t do it again, Vesper’s thoughts cried out. Not again tonight. Oh please if there are any gods, please let this end… When the Madame had come to get her as the sun set, Vesper had refused to get up and leave her room. She had told the old woman that she wouldn’t take another customer ever again. That was an hour ago and she had been sitting there weeping ever since. Suddenly, the door of her room flew open as if kicked in. Vesper raised her eyes and there in the doorway stood the Boss. An uglier man she had never seen. His eyes were a muddy brown and small and beady like a rat’s. His face was covered in pockmarks and random patches of short wiry black hairs. His teeth, what were left of them, were black and brown as they rotted in his foul mouth. He wasn’t a huge man but he had an air of cruelty and viciousness about him that he used to frighten all under his control. Vesper pulled herself to a standing position and dashed the tears from her cheeks, trying to gain some appearance of dignity to face this man. “So you think you can refuse to work do you? Well I think it’s time for you to learn a lesson about who is in control here,” screamed the Boss, spit flying with every word. “Either you leave this room right now and make some men happy or I will teach you a lesson you will never forget!” Vesper couldn’t control her trembling as she watched the Boss become angrier and angrier with each word. She couldn’t seem to find the strength to say anything, all she could do was stand there and look the Boss in the eye. Seeing that she wasn’t going to respond, the Boss became furious. He stepped into the room, raised his fist, and slugged Vesper right in the face. With a loud crunch Vesper’s nose was broken and she went flying backwards into the wall. When her vision cleared some, Vesper saw the Boss coming at her again and that is when the dam of emotions she had been carrying for seven very long years broke. Suddenly all Vesper felt was pure rage and hatred. Never again! Never again will a man touch me or hurt me against my will, Vesper swore. She levered herself into a crouch and pulled out a dagger she had stolen from a customer and hidden in her boot. As the Boss stepped forward to beat her again, the raven haired girl flung her left hand out in front of her and screamed in rage. Suddenly a flare of light burst right in front of the Boss’s face. Without a moments though, Vesper snapped her right arm forward burying the dagger into the brute’s stomach. As she felt the dagger slide into his flesh her rage exploded and Vesper couldn’t stop stabbing. Sometime later when Vesper came to her senses, she saw the Boss lying on her floor, a bloody pulp torn by over a hundred stab wounds. He looked like a piece of meat from the butcher's shop down the street. She looked at her hands and arms and saw that she was covered in his blood. She also noticed that her trembling had completely stopped. Her rage had burned out to ashes and she simply felt cold and dead inside. Vesper calmly bent and cleaned her dagger off on one of the blankets and returned it to her boot. She looked around her room one last time, feeling nothing. Vesper turned and walked out: out of that room, out of that brothel, and into the night.
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Bander sit back on his horse, absent mindedly scratching Levi's (his cat) head, as the conversation progresses around him. He has never been one to shy from shearing blood when it is necessary, but something about this creature pulls on him and he is not quite sure the blood letting needs to start quite yet. Y'all know I ain't no fracking undead hugger and I'd be the first the say we drop a threat, but I ain't so sure in this case. It seems to me we might have some other options here." Bander gives a nod towards Mylvwara, "Our bookish friend here talks some good sense perhaps we should listen to her.". At this Bander gives Mylie a smile that is surely meant to be encouraging despite the dreadful puckering it causes around his scarred and ruined eye. +
I have nature but already rolled once...with a 24 and only got basic info. Should I roll again to see if I get more or was it the usual one try and that was it? +
Bander scans the area with his one good eye but the glare of the sun has given him a splitting headache and he gives up the endeavor pretty quickly. +
Bander joins the other muttering to himself about having to leave at the bloody crack of dawn to go wander around some gods' be damned ruins full of mother cracking undead...in other words he is in a perfectly joyous humor this morning. If you looked close you might even see an excited gleam in his one good eye. "I hope all of you got what you needed last night for equipment. 'cause this ain't going to be no walk in the park. In fact I'm figurin' we will be waist deep, with a quick grin at Lore, or shoulder deep in horse crap before this job is done.
Bander ponders the issue of the contracts and while he seems to sense some dim memory of something to do with old contracts nothing specific comes forth from the depth of his memories. "I thought I remember somethin' but then it was gone. Probably all those knocks to the head I took as a soldier. Makes it awful hard to remember things at times." +
Bosely it is :) once I figure out how to get my character written in and connected up with you I will get a post up. +
Image of Bander:
Here's a image of what I picture Bander to look like...mostly: Bander +
Well Bander will definitely tag along...need a few things since my witch power will be essentially useless. +
By the way Brayden, Bander is going to need to go shopping for a few things if he is going to be any use on this adventure with the undead. Not sure how to handle that... +
My wife had c sections with both of ours...so kind of a different experience. Though I did get to see my wife cut open...kind of disturbing and yet interesting at the time. And then from behind the curtain there was a baby. +
Ok I am back from my vacation to the mountains...and now the GM up and has a baby :) Congrats and I hope all is going well. I will get caught up in game tonight. +
Lady, While I am disappointed I did not make this cut, I do eagerly look forward to hearing from you in a few weeks in reference to your next game. I will keep a spot on my dance card just for you. Chrystrom
Speaking of vacations...I will be leaving town on Sunday and returning Tuesday evening. I will not have Internet since we are camping in the Great Smokey Mountains. Brayden feel free to do what ever you need with Bander during this period. +
Bander grunts in distaste at the mention of undead. Damn, my little tricks have proven less than useful against the walking dead in the past. If we are going to be running into those frackers I'd better figure out something else to do. Bander looks in Amnur's direction and rolls his one good eye at the punctilious Major and his less than illuminating speech. +
Everyone, We lost power here yesterday due to some storms that rolled through. Parts of the area still do not have power. I am just getting back online today and should have time to post once I am done with work tonight. +
Well today is the day...so good luck everyone. +
”Well it sounds like another frackin’ mess we are bein’ sent to clean up.” Giving Shilyn a quick grin, “Hope you are packing a shovel somewhere in that pretty dress, cause I’m guessin’ we are about to jump into another pile shyte.” Bander clears his throat noisily and is about to spit the resulting phlegm onto the ground when he quickly glances around, thinks better of it and has to swallow the mess. “Gah! By the gods’ shriveled balls, it ain’t like we are doin’ anythin’ else, so why not go get ourselves killed in some ruins.” +
Lady Ophelia, In the character creation rules you mention traits but not how many we can take. I assumed two for some reason (I think since that is what is used in PFS play) but wanted to confirm with you the number of traits available at character creation. +
@Yafue - ah did not notice you were planning on using a whip also. Edit - Just noticed an error on my character sheet on my to hit bonus for the whip..it should be a +6 not a +7. I forgot to change it when I dropped the Masterwork from that weapon. I will fix that tomorrow. +
Despite my previous idea not fitting the campaign world, I think I was able to salvage the core of the character and hopefully this rendition will be more appropriate.
Description: Spoiler:
Nikolos stands an unimposing 5’8” with a lithe whipcord build. His olive complexion and black hair serve to highlight his exotic, almost golden eyes. His ready grin sparks to life as easily as anger also flares to life in his tawny eyes. Now that he can choose his own clothing, he has embraced his Keleshite heritage and tends to wear the long robes and veiled turbans of his people. Personality: Spoiler:
Nikolos is a lonely boy who desperately wants to find a place to belong. Having been rejected by his family, abused most his life, and now newly joined to the Pathfinder Society the young man simply wants to find friends and perhaps even a family where he will be accepted. Generally Nikolos is a cheerful young man who seeks to please those around him, but the slightest hurt can cut him deep and the rejection by a friend can leave him emotionally and mentally devastated. Nikolos is a lot like a whipped dog, seemingly friendly, eager to please but very jumpy for any imagined blow, both physical and emotional. Deep down inside is the soul of a poet trying to wade through the hurt and loneliness. Nikolos having been separated from his own people at an early age he was not raised among the Keleshite culture, but know that he is free he is trying to embrace that heritage hoping it gives him some sense of belonging. Background: Spoiler:
Nikolos’ family was once well off but had fallen on very hard times as his father’s business failed and left them in debt. Having six children and finding themselves unable to feed them all Nikolos’ father was desperate for a way out of his debts and a chance to provide for his family. It was about this time that a traveling troupe of performers came through their small town. His father told his 7 year old son that he was taking him to see the show. Nikolos was excited to see the performers and the animals and readily went with his father. But as they approached the field where the show had been set up the troupe was reading to depart. Tears began to tumble down Nikolos' face at the sight, but his father slapped him and told him to shut is mouth. The young boy was so shocked by the out of character behavior of his father he shut down mentally. Nikolos was led to the most richly appointed wagon where his father received a small bag of coins from a darkly bearded man. The troupe master grabbed a hold of Nikolos’ hair and dragged him off to a nearby wagon. As Nikolos stumbled along he glanced back and saw his father walking away, his shoulders bent but never looking back.
Thus began Nikolos’ life among the traveling show of performers, oddities, and animals known as Master Jumba’s Glorious Performing Troupe. As Nikolos grew he became the virtual slave of the troupe’s Master. Nikolos would be kicked, yelled at, and spit upon as he had to scurry about performing whatever menial task needed doing. From cleaning up the animal cages to bringing the master his dinner, Nikolos was never fast enough or skilled enough. He constantly bore the bruises of the master’s temper. Fortunately not everyone hated and abused the young boy. There was Madame Rousho the animal trainer, who took pity on the poor frightened child and taught him how to work with the various animals that traveled with the show. Then there was old man Bergwick, a hedge wizard who saw something in Nikolos and taught him a few “tricks.” As he grew adept in these new skills the master would even let him join in the show assisting Madame Rousho and the Marvelous and Mighty Bergwick Master of the Arcane. Eventually Nikolos grew up and began to turn into a man and Master Jumba seemed afraid he would lose his slave. So he stepped up his reign of terror and abuse, even going so far as to keep the boy chained up at night. Madame Rousho had spent years planting ideas in Nikolos’ head, ideas of freedom, ideas of escape until one night when she slipped up to the wagon where Nikolos was chained. She quickly picked the lock holding Nikolos and rushed him to the edge of the camp. Slipping him a small purse of silver and gold, Madame Rousho urged him to run for the near-by port town and to find a ship leaving for the Isle of Kortos. Giving him a name of a contact in the city of Absalom and she told him to make his way to the Pathfinder Society Grand Lodge. She also sent with him one of the dogs he had helped her train to guard him. Nikolos was unsure what to do but Madame Rousho’s advice was all he had, so he acted on it. Madame Rousho’s contact was a member of the Pathfinder Society and a part of something called the Shadow Lodge. Nikolos, was not sure of all the politics within the Pathfinders but the Shadow Lodge made him welcome and he was eager to please. After several months and a chance to begin proving himself, the opportunity to join a Pathfinder mission to Jalmeray was under discussion within the Society. The Shadow Lodge wanted a presence on this important mission and a call went out for a member to volunteer. Nikolos jumped at the chance to please the leaders of the Shadow Lodge and to serve this group that had made him welcome. Crunch: Nikolos’ Character Sheet
I would like to work with you on a "profession skill" to flesh out Nikolos' working with animals...maybe something beyond just "Handle animals". I can also flesh out the background even more with names or plot hooks if needed. +
Ok so my character idea got nixed for this world setting so it's back to the drawing board. I am still interested and will try to work something else up. +
Bander wanders into the festive grounds of the party a few minutes late. He could claim he was just being “fashionably late" if he even cared about such things. The truth was he hadn’t finished his ale at the tavern and he is morally opposed to gulping down a good drink and wouldn’t even think of leaving it have drunk. The guards at the gate wanted to turn him away as he stood there in his well worn leathers with a cat riding his shoulders, but the engraved invitation convinced them that despite his dress and the feline companion he really did belong here. As he wanders through the crowd, Bander lets his one good eye wander up and down the well dressed and well bred ladies; not leering but certainly appreciating the display of perfectly toned and barely covered skin. As he approaches the gathering of his friends his one eye widens at the sight of the three ladies. Letting out a low whistle, a slightly wicked grin slips onto his face. “Oh my, the three of you certainly make a sight to set on old man’s heart racing. Each of you are looking as lovely as the day is long.” Reaching up to scratch absent mindedly at Eli’s fur covered ears Bander gives the Thaddeus and Amnur a nod in greeting. “So any idea what the frack this is all about? I can’t imagine anyone invited the likes of me to this party for my sparkling conversation. So there’s got to be some gods’ damned reason behind this." +
Bander is not buying anything at this point. I would like to use my 2PP for a wand of cure light wounds. I will add that to my "sheet" +
My Background and Stats are almost complete, just waiting on the response to my PM's. Very excited about this game. Looks like we have a good group of characters beginning to come together. +
Oh mighty and awesome GM, I have sent you a PM. I only mention it here since the little tiny envelop is sometimes so easy to overlook on these boards, especially for one such as yourself who has the cares of an entire universe resting upon your shoulders. I humbly await an answer to my pitiful missive. :o) Best regards,
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Wow I keep failing my reading comprehension rolls....just noticed on the character creation rules that it is core races only. Dang there goes my tiefling magus...and I was really falling in love with the character. "Devil boy" escaped from a traveling "circus" and joined the Pathfinders hoping to simply find a place to belong. Sigh. Guess it is back to the drawing board... +
Ah dang I thought I read thoroughly and some how missed that info. Oh great and lovely GM* thank you for reposting it. I'm starting to develop a tiefling magus...something with a dark background looking for redemption maybe? I'll see what I can dream up this evening/tomorrow and will hopefully have something for you tomorrow night. *and yes I am not above some shameless flattery or even bribery :) +
I know you have some pretty good interest in this game already but I would also love to throw my hat into the ring. When are you planning on ending the recruitment? I just came across the ad, so it will take me a little time to develop an idea and do a decent write up (probably could get something together tomorrow or Saturday). I am thinking of doing a magus, since I've been itching to give the class a try, but need to develop a good character concept to go with the class. +
Ah dang missed this one by 24 minutes...sigh. A half hour late and a dollar short. Have fun guys :) +
Guys, I've been working very long hours the past few days and thus not posting much...bad week at work. Any way I am fine either pooling money or using my prestige points for a wand of cure light wounds. I am regularly checking the board and will be ready to go as soon as the game really starts up. Bander is not planning on buying any fancy clothes for this dang party. "If my own facking clothes ain't good enough for them then the snot nosed rich folk ain't good enough for me." By the way, Bander has a real problem with "rich folk" especially when they look down thier nose at him...this party could be interesting :) +
Yeah I like Mylie also. I can see lots of fun between Mylie, the bookish scholar, and Shi as she tries to get the girl out of her shell some :) +
Long night...bah....if only Bander could remember some of it...ummm. Wonder what did go on last night? :) +
The one eyed bald headed man pushes his way through the tavern door and eyes the few patrons present this early in the day. Seemingly not finding what he expected the grizzled man stomps is way over to a table and drops his gear with a disgruntled thunk. Damn, a guy oversleeps a bit and you can't be bothered to wait for him? Thad had better not think he is goin' to get out of buyin' me a round of ale just cause I showed up late. Bander signals the barmaid for an ale. At the sight of the frothy dark drink his perpetual scowl breaks momentarily into a slight ghost of a grin. "Damn girl, that is a mighty fine sight to an old man like me. By the way, you happen to have seen a group in here earlier? A lovely elven girl, a lively sprite of a gnome girl, and an armored young man with a gentleness about his eyes?" +
Crap...the game started! Some how I missed that. I keep checking the discussion thread here but never saw an announcement we were getting started. Been a busy weekend so I guess I missed it. I will start reading the game thread over breakfast this morning...and try to get some kind of post up from Bander tonight after work. Sorry for my late start guys. +
Ok Brayden that is what I thought on the gold issue but was confused by the line that mentioned "items sold". So with that amount of gold I probably not really doing any shopping so Bander is ready to when ever everyone else is. Oh by the way Jordan when I said Bander was foul mouthed he is but I keep it PG with non offensive words standing in for the more offensive swear words...like I use "frack" in place of the much more offensive term. Let me know if anything I ever post offends you. Bander is based loosely on the Drill Sergeants that I work with everyday and thus is a bit rough around the edges so to say :) +
Question on the Scenario sheets: Brayden you listed some items we found. On the sheet it says I can sell those and write half the value in the "items sold" box. This along with the gold you gave us, my day job, and the items sold equal the final gold from the scenario. Am I understanding that correctly? So final gold would be 417gp (found or earned) + 438gp (1/2 of 1315gp from items sold) + 5gp (day job roll) = 860gp Is this correct? +
Jordan it is nice to have you on the team....the rest of you I guess I can suffer through another game of your ugly mugs (then again Bander ain't got much room for calling anyone ugly :o) ). Hmmm, shopping. I'm going to have to see if Bander needs anything. Perhaps a nice collar or something for my flea bitten cat. Jordan, let me introduce myself: I am Aaron and my character's name is Bander Reese. He is a foul mouthed, one eyed, ex soldier who has discover some strange powers (ie he is a "witch"). He's not quite sure how he does what he does and what is going on with him so he joined the pathfinder society in hopes of figuring it out. He also has a cat, named Eli, that he regularly swears at but actually cares very much about. Reporting a link to Bander's "sheet" here: Bander Reese . I am also fine with your plan Brayden. +
Kind of silent around here.... +
Very cool! And thank you.
Well I was busy with basic training graduation and it always seemed when I had time to check there were no new posts and then a day later there were 12 new posts (by the way not making excuses here, it's just how PbP works out sometimes)...so I am not a fan of going by post count but that's just me :o). I will of course abide by what ever the group or the GM decides on this matter. I would love to continue with the remaining intro adventures. Now for some money making...come on dice be good to me:
I'm up for continuing. Like this group and we are starting to get some good character interaction.
Bander laughs, a rusty, disused sort of noise. "Damn right boy you did say you were buyin' the drinks and don't think we goin' let out of it. I got me a mighty thirst after stompin' around this frackin' city all day."
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