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"This ain’t no common wood, I’ll tell you that much." He glances over his shoulder at the others. "Forest here’s old… got that heavy kind of hush to it. Ground’s too soft in places, like it don’t get full sun. Moss growin’ on the wrong side of some trees, and I’m seein’ three kinds o’ mushrooms that shouldn’t be sproutin’ this close together unless the soil’s been disturbed, or somethin’s leakin’ out here it shouldn’t." He stands, eyes narrowing as he scans deeper into the woods.
"Strangers headed this way, and they weren’t strollin’—they picked up the pace once they hit cover. I’m gonna see if I can follow their trail. Maybe they didn’t count on someone with a bit of a nose for the wild." With that, Calen adjusts his gear, gives Lunaris a sharp whistle, and slips into the trees, eyes to the ground and hand near his weapon.
Krakas hustles up the stairs, spinning through his allies, ducking past the enemies swinging weapons, rush to get some space to cast spells effectively, if not now then soon.
Krakas' eyes flare with detect magic, "So many historical holy artifacts, let's get to work," He rushes from item to item, holding it, spinning it around, tinkering with magic command words, before setting them down and moving onto the next.
Speaking in a blur as he moves from item to item, "This here is a a +1 Cold Iron Morningstar, +1 Striking Longsword, these are five holy arrows, I don't know what this arrow is, or what this breastplate does, but this is a +1 steel shield and this one is a better +1 steel shield, its got the reinforcing lesser rune!"
I mean it guess it ends up doing the same thing as free archetype which is horizontal power and accessibility. Yeah, if you want to do ancestry paragon over free archetype you may, this applies to everyone as well. I’m fine with either just not both lol
Alright folks, this one was really tough and having to choose only 4 or 5 applicants when there are always so many amazing applications to pick from is almost enough to give me choice paralysis. With that being said though, can I have: - Tarondor Xu Jiang, Human Cleric of Pharasma - rainzax Ghul, Elf(Dhampir) Champion(redeemer) - Sarah Ayane Xio, Tanuki Enigma Bard - Archpaladin Zousha, Yuranosuke Human Half Elf Melee Ranger - Seth86, Shandari, Human Sylph Air Kineticist Please report to the Discussion. Thank you all for applying, I am deeply appreciative of your time and effort and for considering me as your GM.
Krakas listens intently, arms crossed, his tail flicking thoughtfully as Irabeth lays out the grim reality before them. His gaze lingers on Quednys Orlun, noting the deep lines of exhaustion on the librarian’s face and the weight of loss in his eyes. “So, let me get this straight,” he says, his voice even but laced with concern. “The demons spent years chipping away at Kenabres’ wardstone, and now they want to use its remains to wipe out the crusaders in one fell swoop. And our job is to infiltrate the Gray Garrison, fight through who-knows-how-many cultists and demons, and destroy what’s left of the wardstone before Areelu Vorlesh gets here to twist it into a weapon.” He exhales through his nose. “Seems simple enough.” Despite the dry tone, there’s no mistaking the determination in his crimson eyes. He looks at the rod of cancellation Quednys holds, the artifact that could make or break their mission.
Krakas eyes the holy symbols, unsure of what deity or creature they symbolize, "Careful, let me see if my magic can clean these off before we touch them,"
Krakas will also eye the paste, to try and determine what it is.
Hey that's really funny, I was creeping on your game yesterday just trying to get a feel for how it plays in play by post lol
Hey I just moved on Saturday and am still waiting for internet to get set up. They are coming Wednesday. Sorry folks! If ya need to boy me you can!
From the back, Alpha-47 plainly states, "We have come to exterminate you from these caves at the behest of the other cave dwellers. Lay down your arms and prepare yourselves to be executed," Nodding, his amber eyes glowing faintly, his wound still leaking faint nanites.
Chuckling as the other get involved, surprised at how dense this cultist leader is, its a wonder these cultists manage anything with leaders like this, I could be a better cultist Pulling the spellbook out of his backpack and the looking to Merlin, "Hey why don't you show our leader here that cool sword you found," Krakas will begin moving toward the guy, "How many other guys are here in the Tower right now, might see if I can't wrangle some boys up to go take care of those pesky do gooders,"
Krakas steps up, "List of observations? I can give ya one observation, there's a band of cultist-killing do-gooders out there making a mess of the town! They've been all over, I heard they even killed some big boss lady named Hosilla!" Krakas will walk around the room, taking in his surroundings, seeing how this fellow tiefling reacts to him. "Look boss, I'm not sure if you've been out there recently but folks are fighting back! This ain't the free ride ol' papa baphomet promised,"
Well out of character, I'd say we go with much of what i whispered in character, lets use Radiance to get to the leader, and start by cutting off the head of the snake then work our way out. fighting our way through dozens of cultists only gives our leader time to prepare! If all else fails though, killing cultists and slaying demons is something we've turned out to be quite good at.
Hey folks, I'm gonna be out of commission for a few days, driving from Alaska down to the Lower 48. I should have wi-fi at the places I stop along the way, but I may only be able to get one post at best. Shouldn't be more than 3-5 days drive. Please bot me if necessary :)
Remaining gruff as he takes in the landscape, knowing nothing of this region of the Sword Coast. He looks up, high above as he spots his Owl, Lunaris flying high over head, thinking to himself, where have you brought me this time following up with a short prayer to Selûne, so as not to admonish her messenger. Striding up to the booming castle, he tries to think of what monster must be trapped, or kept caged to make such a racket. Shaking his head and seeing his destination he strides into the Garrison/town Hall.
Unfamiliar with the backwater deity this woman worships, Calen tipped his wide-brimmed hat, his voice low and slow, with that ever-present drawl that seemed to linger in the air."Name’s Calen. Calen Derethor." His gaze lingered on the others seated around the duskwood table for just a moment before continuing. "I reckon Selûne’s what brought me here—her light tends to lead folks like me into all sorts of trouble." He shifted slightly, the sunlight from the windows catching the silver crescent at his neck. "Me and Lunaris, we handle what needs handlin'. Huntin’ things that don’t belong in the night. Keepin' the dark at bay." With that, he stepped back toward one of the sturdier chairs, settling into it slowly, his eyes scanning the room
Calen is guided by Selune, as an inquisitor he follows his goddess in rooting out evil. He has been drawn to Daggerdale to investigate strange claims coming from the area!
Alpha-47 inclined their head, the faint light of their circuitry pulsing rhythmically as Karina;s earlier song ends. "Khonnir must be found," they replied evenly. "He holds knowledge crucial to Torch’s future" Alpha turned, assessing Anri with their calm, measured gaze. “Justice and valor are welcome in this task,” Nodding to Anri's holy symbol, acknowledging the warrior’s presence. “Khonnir's disappearance is only the beginning, I suspect. Something larger lurks beneath this. Perhaps together, we can find answers.”
Krakas, trying not to laugh as Obahi is once again covered in puke for the 4th or 5th time now, launches another rock at the Blue vulture.
But he unfortunately can't aim straight over the fits of laughter.
Turning to the group, Krakas clears his throat, his voice calm but heavy with the weight of the moment. “Kenabres is dangerous enough during the day—nightfall will only make it worse. The demons will use the shadows to their advantage.” He glances around the destroyed cityscape, noting a few defensible spots amidst the ruins. “We need to find shelter. Those who are wounded need rest, and we can’t afford to be caught out in the open like this." He steps forward, pointing to a half-collapsed building that might offer some cover. "That structure over there looks stable enough. With that, he moves toward the ruined building.
“Fascinating… this is no mere decoration.” They murmur, more to themselves than the others. Their fingers reach out, tracing just above the wooden figure without touching it, their analytical mind racing to piece together its significance. “A bipedal figure, insect-like. Possibly symbolic, or tied to the wizard’s magic. Brigh teaches that even the smallest gear has purpose in the grand machine. This might be a cog in whatever mechanism controls this place.” They pause, their eyes flicking back to the group. “It could be a marker, a warning... or a lure.” Standing up straight, [Android Cleric of Brigh] considers the two tunnels ahead. The light from their hammer casts eerie shadows, and the walls seem to press in closer as the path divides. “The absence of footprints is concerning,” they continue, their voice calm but thoughtful. “We must consider that we’ve either left their trail or they’ve taken measures to obscure their presence. This carving may offer some clue. It’s possible it aligns with one of these paths, though its purpose is unclear.” They study the group, then gesture toward the left tunnel. “We cannot linger here. The right-hand path is the obvious choice for most; many would instinctively choose it.” They tilt their head slightly, the rainwater still dripping from their cloak. “The left could be a less-traveled route, perhaps safer. But we must be prepared for anything.”
Detecting evil is easy, just ask if they are evil ! if they say no, you know they are lying because no evil person would admit it, and if they say yes you know they are likely so evil they've come full circle and have accepted their evilness!
Hey, just wanted to submit this tiefling alchemist, I'd originally submitted them for a carrion crown game a while back, dusted them off and refit them to your creation rules. feel like they'd probably be in that wild card role. Lot of knowledges, big boost to KN at level 2, otherwise little bit of ranged damage and support. They are the daughter of local half-elf alchemist Nisk Tandor.
Big salmon run tonight and tomorrow, I'll be unable to post till Sunday. If you need to bot me, I like throwing rocks at things :)
Krakas watches the other attempt to diplomacize with the fat Human, Horgus, knowing he has never been one with words Krakas stays silent, opening his Spellbook, [u]The Farmer's Almanac for Destroying Demons[/u], and studies some of his magical writings, quietly and comparing it to one of the scrolls they found earlier. Oblivious to the need for democracy, he gets up and seeks out his magical compatriot, asking Virgil, holding up the scroll of Runic Body "This looks like we could learn this, I'm not familiar with the spell, but it seems similar to another spell I know, Runic Weapon, except for enhancing fists maybe," Holding the other scroll up, the Scroll of Cleanse Affliction, "This one, I don't think so, it feels Divine or esoteric in nature, nothing Arcane about it, sadly,"
Its always tough when the medic is the one taking a dirt nap lol
Krakas runs in right behind Perla, looking much like a shadow to the tiefling, before casting a spell hurling a loose rock at our foe.
"She doesn't stand a chance against us!"
Alright guys, recruitment is closed! Seems plenty late enough to call it. I should have the finalists announced by tomorrow. There are so many good applicants, I'm gonna have to really think hard on this one. Thank you all for showing interest!
oh yeah of course, I could see this kind of character coming out of retirement for one last adventure after what happens in the beginning of the adventure.
I also realize I made a typo in the last paragraph there introducing myself. I was originally looking at Kingmaker but switched to Age of Ashes.
hey I'm going up north for two weeks. Should be back on the 25th. Should have alright cell service most days. If I'm moving slow ~ more than a day of waiting for me, please bot me.
entering back into the parlor some time later, "Pardon the intrusion madam, I found some friends in town. I hope its okay I brought them back here, seems there is little elsewhere safe," Fizz regaled the rest of the group, catching them up on what they had already learned about the Fort and how the Baron is holed up inside fortress, afraid to leave.
Fizz, realizing he has maybe let on a little more than he intended with his line of questioning, unsure whether this Madame can truly be trusted, "Has anyone seen these Tiger Lord's? Do they make regular visits to the city or. . ." pausing looking at the others with him, before continuing "perhaps are they just a convenient reason for Pitaxian soldier's to occupy this fine Fort in the name of protection?"
Looking at the others, shrugging before joining the Madame in a private room, "Myself, well I'm a Desnan from Varisia, always wandering around, visiting far flung towns and offering my services as needed to protect those in need of protecting. Seems like there was quite a commotion earlier, are you guys attacked by bandits often?"
Here is Gillian, he is a local Andoran boy from the village of Claes just north of Almas where the expedition set out from. A big boy, that uses a Ransuer to help fight and spear local wildlife for fishing. Born to a local couple, his father is a fisherman, his mother a fish monger. Gillain enjoys the ocean, surfing and being in the Sun. He joined the expedition as a chance to the see the world, get out of his local small village, and surf some new waves on the other side of the world. He is a good swimmer, his rage power at level 2 would be "Bestial Swimmer" which gives him a swim speed while raging. I was trying to avoid going the easy route and just grabbing a race with a swim speed, though he originally started as a Gillman, changed him to Human.
Fentus yells out, "Trista No! Hang in there!" then looks around at the dire situation, as the foul undead helmets continue impaling his companions, dare he think, friends with their foul nails. He puts out a hand, and unleashes a surge of positive energy, pouring his soul into the magic, uttering the magical words as he casts it.
Overjoyed to see an Inn, Fizz hops down off of Mikhail's horse, patting the beast on the rump. Happy to be offered drinks by the gracious but stammering innkeeper, "Ah a drink would be nice, sir! The throat sure does get parched after a long ride," Fizz goes about casting Prestidigitation to clean himself off from the riding dust, and any of his belongings that might be dirty. Pulling his Staff of Healing out of his Haversack, he twirls it before thumping it into the floor, resting it beside him, "How're you fine folk doing? Everyone healthy any ailments bothering some of the locals? If you know of anyone sick, send 'em our way, we can probably provide some healing if anyone needs any. Granted we have the time"
Looking to the others, cheerfully, "Looks like we have a journey ahead of us, if we are trying to move quickly, I might have to ride along with someone on a horse. I'm not much of a horse rider but, I have ways of reducing my weight considerably, so you won't even notice me if I ride along with someone!"
Speaking up, "Well if the trolls are true and really disbanded, I guess we can leave them be, I'm not sure hunting down and killing every last troll is the best course of action right now,"
I too am sad to see Elise go, I enjoyed our dynamic.
Fentus runs into the room, leaving the doorway open and tucking in by a tent for some cover before throwing a fireball at the Blue Boggard engaging Elise.
Frowning at the frog folks declaration, Fentus yells back quickly, "Yeah? Your Mother!"
for what it counts, one of my magic items is a fog horn (Horn of Fog) which is a 1/hour obscuring mist, so Cloud Gazer would pair well if I ever have to use my Fog Horn
If you loved Rogue One's story style, the more gritty, down to earth rebellion with less of a focus on the big legendary names its great. It can feel a little slow but I've really enjoyed it. Its a more traditional story telling style and has a great climax. All the pieces build up nicely and the pay off is great.
Holding up his hand, he blows the smoke off it as he looks down at the charred Charau-ka, "I am not sure we'll even be able to communicate with these beasts, are we sure they are even capable of intelligent communication?" Shrugging as the others still try, Fentus will throw a phrase or two out in Infernal, insulting the creatures intelligence and odor as he does so.
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