Sorry, I've had a busy weekend, and haven't been able to finish my character just yet. I will have it ready within 24 hours, if it is not yet too late :)
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Are we using downtime rules? I considered spending a little gold on my shop "Steel Panacea" and run a business as we play.
Just posting with the character I'm submitting. It's not quite done yet, but it's a start. I'm also happy about item crafting being allowed. Makes it easier to start with a revolver :)
Daniel probes the terrain. He looks for hiding spots, places to take cover and muddy/sandy/unstable areas. He also considers where on the bridge it may be easier to push people off. "Let's hope this ambush turns out better than our latest attempt." he thinks to himself.
"I'll be ready once I've prepared a few extracts. It will be just a minute or two" Daniel prepares Cure Light Wounds & Disguise Self. Daniel stuffs the vials safely inside his waistcoat."Alright, I'm ready. Let's hope we don't end up caught ourselves. By the way Tassira, I forgot to thank you for cleaning me up. Really, it is Much appreciated and shame on me for not mentioning it before."
Daniel walks over to a mirror a bit to the side "So long as there is a solid plan of escape for you." he starts shaving with his rapier "My first thought was to gather a crowd on their path, either forcing them to change course to somewhere more suitable for us, or where we could take advantage of said crowd. That said, I don't know if gathering such a crowd is possible."
"Hmm, a distraction then." He scracthes his unshaved chin absentmindedly for a moment "We could put on a small performance on their path? Something they would either have to stop to prevent us from performing, or simply something spectacular and eye-catching?"
"Good morning to you too, miss Janiven." He yawns. "Do we know when?"
You're not the only victim of the sudden downtimes. It's been a mess these past days xD
I think we're waiting on you Jon? :)
Daniel sets to cleaning his gun and blade, his motions declaring his frustration. However exhaustion quickly sets in, and he soon falls asleep; a small prayer to Desna his last conscious thought. "Desna bless my sleep, and may tomorrow bring better fortune than today."
Daniel lies back properly on the cot with a relieved and thoughtful expression. "A wig, huh? Brilliant. I should have thought to disguise myself aswell." He sighs once more before going on: "What are we going to do about Arael? I assume you have a plan?"
A small cough from Daniel precedes his waking. Opening his eyes, panic sets in and he flies up. Or at least he tries to. With a grunt, he stops mid motion and falls straight back down into the cot. By the look on his face, obviously from a spasm of pain. "Where am I? What happened?! Who are you people?!" Fear and frustration clear in his eyes, he scans the room desperately for recognizable faces and exits. As he notices Aristaios, Blast, Janiven and Viktyr he sighs and relaxes relaxes briefly but visibly before a flash of concern crosses his features: "What of the others? Abraham? Chandra?"
Daniel re-reporting in. I-m keeping tabs on the gameplay tab, good to go whenever :)
Joined, sorry about the delay.
"We could try hiding – set it up as a an ambush in case they do find us?" Daniel ventures in a whisper "Whatever we do, we should probably decide fast. If you could hear them already they are probably close."
"I agree with you Viktyr. Killing would be least ideal." Daniel agrees with Viktyr. Thoughtfully, he continues:"That said, I'm not trained as you are. It will be risky." To Chandra's remark he says: "I don't think Hellknight's are likely to gut someone on sight. They may be misguided, but they are generally not cold-blooded killers. Besides, I don't think this is a question about honor as much as it is aboud survival?"
She must have the ears of an animal if she heard anything but us down here... Daniel thinks to himself, hearing nothing but the group's various small noises and his own thoughts.
Alright, Jon it is then :) I havn't thought of anything thematic yet, but the dip would only be as Daniel's 5th level anyway, so plenty of time to brainstorm. I've changed my stats around a little in preperation for it anyway – I'd rather have a little more Str and a little less Wis once I get a pool of panache.
"I see what you mean" Daniel says to Abraham as he gets a proper look at the surroundings. "I'm going to have to throw this outfit out myself. What a shame, I quite liked it." "Thank you" He says as he receives the potions. After confirming the child is well looked after by Blast and Chandra, he continues: I must confess, I have never been in the sewers before, or underground in Westcrown at all, for that matter. Won't we have trouble with the things lurking in the dark down here, or do they only occupy the streets under the skies above?" He directs his question at Miss Janivere, but it is otherwise an open question.
As Blast already took care of the kid, Daniel follows in the wake of Abraham's light. "Can't you just clean it the way you cleaned the glasses?"
Daniel gets up, slow as a cat. "Lead the way then, miss." he says as he calmly draws his rapier. Drawing a spiral in the air before him with his hand, he utters a small prayer to the Lady of Graves "Not this year, not yet." "Not this year, not yet!" He repeats the prayer in his mind.
Seeing an opportunity to take everyone's mind off the horrible fantasies in regards to the late Arael when Abraham moves to the window, Daniel, attempting to be jovial, asks: "So," he clears his throat "Ms. Janiven, are you and Mr. Arael the new owners of this place? If that is the case, I was thinking we could, since we're just waiting anyway, shine the place up a bit? After all, I assume you have plans for the place." He smiles in an atempt to diffuse the tension and brigthen the mood.
Daniel jumps at Chandra's words and leans forwards over the table towards her: "On the contrary, Chandra, bribes are not, in fact, illegal in Cheliax. As per the Asmodean Disciplines it is, essentially, encouraged. This is one of the major problems, in my eyes, with Chelaxian, and by extension wiscrani, law. " as he finishes, he leans back into his chair. "That said, your point still stands. And that is another major problem with the laws: their design is contrarie to all that which functional laws should be."
DM, I might take a level of swashbuckler (inspired blade) since you mentioned that we could get something different in place of stuff such as Weapon Finesse. What kind of compensation did you have in mind?
Before Janiven's arrival interupts:
"Blast my friend, well met!" Daniel gets up from his chair, smiling like a child on christmas, to greet Blast with a shake of hands. "Honestly Blast, I still think we have a lot more in common than you acknowledge." Having listened attentively until now, Daniel catches Blast's look and responds by speaking up. "Aristaios, Abraham, I believe you are too quick to trust and distrust, and too caught up in your own hopes and fears." He looks intently at Janiven before he continues "So far, what Miss Janiven here has been asking is whether we truly share her concerns for Westcrown, and share her will in saving a suffering city; if we're willing to throw caution to the wind for the chance to do the right thing. Even if that demands us to bend or break the law and become criminals. The law should not be a tool for the strong to control the weak or unfortunate, and safety should never come at the cost of liberty as it has here in Westcrown. My allegiance is to Westcrown and its people; that is my answer to your question, Miss Janiven." Realizing he was still standing, Daniel sits down and takes a sip of the wine. "Abraham, I do share a lot of your misgivings, but you cannot expect the miss to simply hand out that kind of information, especially not in this kind of setting. Some might turn such things over the the rightful government." Daniel gives a displeased tch at that, "I agree with almost everything you said, Viktyr, except I can't understand your usage of the word rightful."
I've written you into my backstory Blast, just thought I'd let you know for when you introduce yourself. Should be both a surprise and a relief to see a recognized ally. (not yet on the profile). I've written that after the shop was wrecked by your grandad, you've been assisting Daniel with his nightly endeavours, in return for some bread or a place to sleep when necessary. Daniel does not blame Blast at all, and is simply glad he has a chance to "study" a psychic up close. Just a heads up: I might not be able to post for the next 2 days. I'll be celebrating one of my friends passing an important exam :)
At the formal greeting and the sight of the symbol of Iomedae Daniel relaxes visibly. I'm sorry, you startled me is all. My name is Daniel, and I'm pleased to an agent of the inheritor here in this land of darkness. They are few and far between." Daniel walks in properly, closing the door after himself. Daniel takes the seat next to Aristaios. "Hmm, Seven chairs huh? Guess we're expecting yet more people." As people arive, Daniel greets them all, making quick judgements and putting two-and-two together in regards to the situation. On Abraham: "Hmm, a spellcrafter of sorts, and not afraid to show it. He might be showing off simple tricks to appear more competent than he truly is. Apparently he likes to take charge." On Viktyr: "Aha! yet another of the Inheritor's agents!" He comment when Viktyr mentions his devotion to Iomedae. "A cautious fellow, as he should be in this this land. Iomedae stands for honor and justice if I remember correctly; two things Westcrown is in desperate need of. A likely ally, even if he looks a little pale. Even if nothing else comes of the this gathering, I should explore the chance for aid in hunting the things in the shadows." Daniel accepts the glass graciously "Thank you, Abraham was it? Much obliged" And takes a sip. "So. I guess we're two short still? I assume one spot is for the mysterious crimson haired woman who seem to have extended all the invitations herself, leaving one spot short. Might that be her superior? Or maybe a partner?"
Pulled out of his thoughts, Daniel whirls around in surprise at the intimate greeting "Lov... What?!" and finds himself face to face with the woman. He blushes slightly, but grasps his belt pouch containing his gold firmly; after all, it is a common tactic for pick-pockets to employ a captivating woman to distract the target. "She must be a..." However before he can finish the thought, he is pulled back out yet again by her words. He catches the card awkwardly, and reads it over. As he looks up, her silhouette is disappearing into the crowd, "Wait! Stop!" He calls after her, but alas, no reply. However strange the little ordeal with the woman was though, it did strike a nerve with him. He is not happy about the state of Westcrown at all. Hope, curiousity and consternation wars within him as he stands outside of the establishment. In the end, hope lost out completely, and curiousitiy, as per usual, dominated consternation. Daniel opens the door. At the sound of creaking, he curses himself and his clumsiness. Of course such a decrepit place would present difficulties. "Defintely not your usual dinner rendezvous" he thinks to himself as he glances inside. "Oh holy f...!" With a yelp and a curse Daniel almost jumps back when he sees the two people inside. He exhales hard and clears his throat before he speaks "Umm, hello, who are you people? I don't suppose you're here for supper?" he asks skeptically from the door. "Great, I don't know what I expected... I doubt I can take them both." He stays in the doorway, weighing his options. At about 5'8", Daniel is rather short. He wears a long gray woolen coat over a simple white linen shirt, a beige waistcoat and cotton khakis supported by a dark-brown leather belt. The belt includes several small loops for tying pouches, a waterskin, a rapier scabbard and extends into a bandolier gun holster worn beneath the waistcoat. He has clear brown eyes and medium to long length golden/dark blonde hair gathered in a ponytail, which hangs like a mane around his clean shaven, angular face. On his cheek is a single straight scar.
DM, do you allow retraining and/or crafting feats on alchemists/investigators?
Chandra sounds a lot like a Vigilante from the new playtest material ;)
...At the end i suppose it up to what JZ really seems himself enjoying. Hear.
...She might know Daniel due to her recent activities visiting the lower class parts of the city incognito, which has led to friendships with some idealists... Daniel lives in Rego Scripa currently, after his shop was destroyed, but works his "shadow liberation" in the worse parts of town, primarily Parego Spera and it's subsectors. Therefore, if you're famous in Rego Scripa, Daniel would definitely know Chandra ;) She might be have learned some things about her faith from him if they have actually talked? Daniel, while it seems that Blast witnessing the destruction of your own burgeoning alchemist shop is a lot of convenient coincidence--and the entire episode was included for myself as a throwback to Blast's original backstory--I also really like it, as a touch of fate at play in the party, even if it only seems that way, can be extremely interesting. My thought's exactly ;) Could very well be that Blast is assisting Daniel on his nightly hunts, seeing as he has the "Shadow Child" trait as well. Unfortunately, Daniel is unable to assist with your troubles financially, but he could offer a safe place to sleep and some honest work.
I like Lewys as a character more than I like Abraham when thinking of non-mechanical party dynamics such as part social interactions. DM, I plan to craft Daniel a revolver at some point, unless we find one as loot, so I'd like to know if you allow for retraining. I ask because the Steel Hound archetype grants proficiency with only a single typ of firearm, and I'm going to have to take Rapid Reload: Pistol. Both would have to be swapped out for Revolver at some point, if allowed.
I looked it up because I was curious.
I'd suggest perhaps you could be well known in one of the smaller sectors of Westcrown. The smallest sectors seem to be Rego Scripa and Rego Pena, or the Scribe's Sector and the Coin Sector. However, the Treasure Sector Rego Aerum, while about 3 times as large as the smaller ones, has a theater called "Nightshade Theater". Peruse this map of Westcrown if you want to have a look for yourself. ...but I'll try to check in again tonight to say more and go over if anyone has a potentially linkable backstory. Blast, what do you say that the Alchemist's shop your grandfather set aflame was Daniel's? He already has a deep fascination with the psychic and the occult. Daniel would think meeting a psychic the silver lining to the cloud of getting his fledgling shop destroyed.
Hello everyone, Daniel reporting in. I look forward to playing with you all! Thank you for selecting me DM :) Oh ye DM, did you want Daniel as a ranged, a melee, or a switch-hitter combatant primarily? I don't mind either way, but I figure you asked for a reason :) |