IIRC Paizo drows have indigo blue to lavender skin, just saying.
It wasn't always that way. As I said, distancing.
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I doubt Paizo will risk their respectable image by encouraging it, much less creating a playable ancestry. If anything, they seem to be distancing themselves as much as possible from that particular topic matter. A wise move given the current political atmosphere these days. Don't hold your breath.
Well she's large so that would be base 4d6 if she gets at least 30 ft in the air .....and i would like to point out again it never says you can't use yourself as the dropped object ..if your using the direct attack version(where you make a ranged attack roll), its pretty much by the book....As for a acrobatics roll to reduce damage...I'm not sure you should get it because its not a safe landing, also there doesn't seem to be any rules for using acrobatics or athletics to reduce a fall anymore ...but bringing it back is a sensible house rule Creatures generally aren't as dense as stone, so would it not be reduced to 2d6 for a large object falling over 30 feet?
Looking at the falling object rules, it looks like a shobhad landing on your head would deal 2d6 base damage, or 1d6 if it fell less than thirty feet, and would require an attack roll against KAC. I'd probably allow the shobhad's strength modifier to be added in this case, and maybe allow unarmed strike damage in its place if it's higher than 2d6. I don't think the character would take any falling damage in this case, since the Athletic skill clearly states you don't fall unless you fail the check. :P For GMs who are worried about this getting out of hand, I would recommend applying 2d6 nonlethal damage to the shobhad (if over 30 feet), for deliberately jumping and for landing on a yielding surface (per the falling rules).
"I wonder where everyone has gone," whispers Daren to his comrades as he audibly tightens his grip on his staff.
Daren stands up out of the bushes grinning ear to bearded ear, "The more the merrier, no?"
Just wanted to let the other six swordsmen know that I'm still here. Just waiting for an opportune moment for my character to pop in, if necessary.
Daren, noting the diligence of Liu Quon, stays low in the bushes trying to stay out of sight of any possible villagers or ambushers for the time being. There he awaits a signal from the others before taking any action.
I still haven't sat down to actually crunch the numbers but the show must go on as ravingdork is falling into despair. And we can't have that.
Ai!
I concur with Hisui.
"I concur, but we should be ever mindful of how we divide our time and energy. If we waste time chasing forest spirits or water spirits that don't want to be found all for naught, it will be the village people who suffer."
Daren speaks next: "And I have brought with me the knowledge and wisdom of over a dozen generations of martial artists of my homeland. I see few weapons among the people here. I shall instruct them in the ways of unarmed combat so that they might better catch Sho's thugs unawares. Though Master Hisui has not brought nearly enough weapons, those he has brought should be enough to begin training the villagers in their use--training which will prove valuable once I've helped to train the people in ambushing and disarming Sho's men. If we are wise in our actions, we shall not be lacking in weapons for long."
"And if all else fails, you still have me bring them pain" mutters Daren under his breath.
Daren does nothing to stop the display, instead watching the scene with a half-humored smile.
Daren simply smiles and, if the boy let's him, he pats him gently on the head in a friendly and reassuring fashion.
While the others demonstrate their battle prowess in the hopes of emboldening the villagers, Daren starts unloading food from Hisui's cart, offering some to a village youth peering out from behind a corner nearby. "You look hungry."
Picking himself off the ground and following his compatriots to the village elder's home, Daren seems distinctly unnerved, as though realizing his worn clothes, long beard, and tired eyes make him look just as old and as haggard as many of the villagers.
"We have heard of your bandit trouble and have come bringing food and aid!"
"Albeit it not much, the supplies in my cart might show we come with good intentions, rather than to come and rob them of what little they have." Hisui said when they spoke of how to gain the villager's trust. Upon hearing Hisui's words, Daren is quick to caution his companions against reckless altruism: "It is entirely possible that once you show yourself to be non-threatening, and should they be truly desperate enough, they may well be the ones attempting to rob you. Trust will have to swing both ways."
A half drunk Daren, not readily keeping up with the various faiths, merely mimes the actions of those before him, leaving a half bottle of saki that was never his own to begin with at the shrine for whosoever might seek its comforts. During Masmune's story, he merely sits quietly, grimly, keenly focused on every word despite his current state of mind.
Daren collapses in momentary guffaws at Masamune's outburst. "It's time for dinner old man," he says upon recovering, grabbing a bottle of saki from the wagon as he does so.
"Many thanks for the offer. I am Liu Quon, recently of the Golden Dragon Company. I am very curious about this notice Masamune posted, and the village he mentions." While walking back to the wagon: "As are we, Liu. I am known as Daren Mott, but please refer to me as either Daren, or Mr. Mott, if you prefer to be formal. I am but a humble journeyman, looking to find his place in the world." As they walk back toward the cart and the others Liu decides to push Daren's bluff further. "I'm even more curious about you and your companions. If you are truly not traveling with Masamune, why is it that yours are the only tracks that lead from his hut to here?" Daren looks at Liu quizzically, before responding in increasing tones of humorous sarcasm, "For someone who wishes to follow the man, you sure don't know seem to know much about him. It is said that Masamune flies about on a great fire-breathing dragon, a beast of fell temperament that he subdued and tamed with his own bare hands. The only thing sharper than the monster's great fangs, are Masamune's wit and sword. The only thing stronger than the slap of that leviathan's tail, is Masamune's strength of will. The only thing more unbreakable than the beast's scales, his honor. Any one of these things he has used to bring low great armies of men. Why would such a great man with a dragon have any need of traveling the road? It is our hope that we will arrive at the village and join up with the band by following the monsters' 'leavings.' Heh." Daren pats Liu heartily on the back as he breaks out into loud guffaws.
In a much more serious tone, Daren continues, "But those are all stories and legends, none of which can be counted on to be true. After all, if he was truly even a tenth of all that, why would he need a band of men to save one small village from bandits?" He then leans into Liu's ear and quiets to a whisper, "But this I do know to be absolutely true..." Suddenly spinning towards and kicking the back of the wagon, he bellows as loudly as can muster at the snoring old man hidden in the back:
Daren deflects the arrow away from what would have been a sure shot to the heart.
"Aha, so you aren't just some farmboy looking for glory. There's some real talent to be had. As promised, I shall tell you where Masamune's band is headed. That way." Daren points ahead of the caravan, in the direction they are already headed. "Now we all know something of the potential danger he poses and can be ready for him if need be." Daren walks up to the bowman, and kindly returns his arrow. "We appear to be of similar direction," says Daren, patting the bowman heartily on the shoulder. [b]"Why don't you join us? We are about to eat. You're welcome to share in some of our provisions while we try and catch up to Masamune's band ahead of us."
As sharp as any arrow, a snide reply shoots back, "There is no man here by that name, though I know where he 'claims' to be." The voice of the unseen responder hints of cynical derision. "And who just might you be to think himself worthy of being man to the legendary Masamune?"
Daren Mott walks around the corner of the wagon, revealing himself to Masamune's would-be follower. "Assassin? Or true believer in our cause?" "To presume such an honor you must think yourself a grand bowman. Come then! Show me your skill. If you can graze me with but one arrow then I shall tell you what direction his band went. You might yet catch them."
"I prefer to walk anyways. Good for the heart, mind, and spirit."
"You may call me 'Daren,' Or 'Master Mott,' if you wish to be formal...and I'm not that old." Despite his earlier comments, Daren bows in respectful greeting as well.
Pulling up close behind Masamune and Orochi is a man in blue robes with white trim. His gaunt face, thick beard, and large nose grant emphasize the depth of his eyes, granting his countenance a hard look that suggests he has seen his fair share of trouble. If not for his tall, lanky frame, one might have mistaken him for a dwarf. To the trained eyes of a warrior, the stance in which he carries himself and the scarring on his knuckles suggests he is a trained brawler accustomed to close-quarters combat. His robes and staff, on the other hand, suggest that he might be a pilgrim or a mage. Whether he is a soldier, priest, or wizard, only one thing is known for certain, the condition of his clothes and torn footwear mark him as a man who has seen a great deal of travel on foot. Daren wastes no time with introductions. "So this is Masamune's army," he says loudly with a scowl, "two birds and a savage?" Leaning towards Masamune, he whispers "We best pray the bandits don't bring a stone, lest we lose 2/3 of this 'mighty' force standing before us."
If there are seven swordsmen, and I'm with two of them, that means we're missing one still? Just let me know when I can post my arrival at the bridge. (Or perhaps the GM can start it off since we are likely traveling as a group.)
Reply: "I suppose that is something I can deal with later, should it need dealing with. Lead the way, Mysterious Stranger."
Rubbing his head, he turns toward the disciple and adds: "That one can walk ahead of me as well."
Response: "Determining your identity is merely a personal curiosity. It is not related to my coming to help a poor village overcome its bandit problem. That, I have come to do regardless of the outcome of our meeting here today. People in need should be helped. Desire does not enter into it, just as I have no desire to punish fraudulent men. It is a matter of honor, not desire." "You still have not sated my curiosity. How do I know you are who you say you are?"
Interaction: Mott stands silently for a few moments longer, still wary that it may be a ruse. However, once it becomes evident that no further attack is forthcoming, he sits down and crosses his legs in front of Masamune--being sure to keep one eye on Orochi all the while.
"In answer to your question...most gracious host." Mott hands Masmune the torn flyer.
Response:
Daren reals from the blow, but quickly regains his footing, spinning on his attacker (taking care not to forget the man behind him).
"Treachery!"
Once he is able to act, Daren responds in kind, using a swift action to activate his crane stance, then he attacks defensively while casting shield upon himself.
Reaction: Leaning on his staff, Daren pulls the notice out of an inner pocket, flashing it towards the samurai's direction.
"I have come a long ways to see with my own eyes if this note was truly left by the famed Masamune Kokoyomo--and to punish those who would diminish a great man's name should they be fraudulent. You bear his likeness to be sure, but for your sake, I hope that you are he." Oblivious to the shadow or the few signs signaling the tense expectation in Masamune's face, Daren crosses the threshold bearing not an inkling, but a staff and a piece of parchment instead. |