Good luck to everyone.. From the tavern dialog there are many good rpers here and from what ive seen decently built characters toos.. Should be fun whoever gets picked..
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Deacon listens to Sothian and looks up as the newcomer sits down at the table.. "I would tend to agree with you both, but I was born in this region, raised here and have been doing Gorum's work in Ustalav for many years now.. If I was going to be hunted by Inquisitors it would have happened by now.." And with that he finishes up his plate and pours a shot before turning it back..
Taking the Paranoid Drawback and picking up the Seeker trait..
Stuffing his face and listening to the women tell their tales Deacon remains silent for a while.. He raises an eye when Arabeth openly admits to following Calistra.. Wiping his mouth clean.. "I too was raised in a temple.. I am from this area originally.. My mother was a local whore in Ravengro and obviously I didn't know my father.. My mother died as I entered the world, which is common when giving birth to fiend spawn.. I was taken in by the church and raised to be opposite of what I was born.. It was not to be though as the "normal" folk in this area were not what you call nice to me.." He pauses and looks at Vashti.. "The Lord in Iron had plans for me though and since I have traveled and shed blood in his name.. I return for a funeral.." He continues to eat his food not waiting for a response from the women.. [i]"Been along time since I've had this good of smells around me..
Setting down with the food.. "I try my best Miss Arabeth.. I'm afraid my response to her outburst may have been a bit harsh, but as I stated earlier, I do not do apologies.. Here, have some food.." He turns as Lady Vashti buys there next round.. "Thank you for the drink Miss.. You are welcome to join our table and we can start over if you wish.." Before she can answer he turns around and starts eating his food..
While waiting for there food Deacon observes the new entrant to the tavern and as her outburst was obvious directed at him he'll turn ever so slowly towards her and smile, showing white pointy teeth.. "My my, Well it seems i still surprise someone with my looks.." "Obviously you are not a well traveled woman.. I will not hold your ignorance against you though and soon I will set you right.. I am a Tiefling.. A spawn from the union of fiend and a human.. A most vile relationship as you can imagine.. And while I might look scary you can assure yourself that I am.. But only some of this is derived from my lineage.. The other parts come from ignorant, stupid humans and other races who would as soon call me monster than give me a chance.. That is another story and one that im over.. The real reason for my scariness originates from my patron, The Lord in Iron.. He takes no prisoners on the battlefield and neither do I.. And now that you're well learned as to what I am you'll be less likely to embarrass yourself in the future.." He pause and turns back to pick up his food.. "Names Deacon by the way.." Turning around he heads back to the table with the food he ordered..
"All you angel folk smell good is all I mean.. I dunno if you all wear perfume or if its just your essence, but it smells good to me.. Ive met a few of you in my travels.. Most shy away from me, but that's nothing new, most people do.. You on the other hand remain polite.. Must have a had a disciplined upbringing, I admire that.." Deacon gets up from teh table and walks over to the bar.. "Barkeep, how bout some sweets for my table over there? Something good tasting for the sweet smelling lady please.."
Ive always wanted to play CC and the Warpriest seems like a beast class so i too am looking forward to this, if i happen to be selected anyways.. Even though he's kinda an ass Deacon is very loyal, almost fanatically so.. He's just not very lawful is all lol.. A bit shunned to much in his upbringing to care for authority figures..
Deacon smiles, showing white pointy teeth.. "You may call me whatever you like shiny one.. I have been called it all, so you will not offend me.. I would appologize for my rudeness, but I don't do that so.." He pauses for a momoment.. "My polar opposites intrest me is why I've came over here.. I make a note to talk to any Aasimars I meet, even it's just to annoy them, your kind all seem to smell so good i cannot help it.." He pokes his head out a takes a big whiff of your area.. "Yep, your no different.." He smiles again and then takes a shot.. "So sadness brings you here.. Thats a shame, sadness took me away from here when I was young and now that I've returned I can't say I've missed this shithole.. You hungry?"
Deacon looks around at the ensembled tavern guests.. "What an interesting lot we have here.. Wonder what brings em all here.." Noticing the Aasimar across the way he smiles and heads her way.. "Greetings shiny one, what brings you these parts?" He starts to sit down.. "Oh excuse me.. Do you mind?" Before she can answer he laughs and sits down and puts his bottle on the table. "Care for a drink?"
The door of the tavern open as something walks inside.. He's dressed in a long, dark overcoat and a widebrim hat.. For those looking you can notice a darkend breastplate underneath the coat and a long curved blade sitting across his back.. A silver holy symbol bounces off his breastplate as he strides to the counter.. He doesn't bother looking around as he approaches.. Once at the counter.. "A bottle of whiskey! Please.." As he takes pours a shot back you all notice a set of horns jutting from his head and curling back around his ears.. His skin is blackened and rough looking.. As he turns to examine the crowd some of you feel your sword hand almost instinctively reaching for your weapons..
Good Luck folks..
Any chance recruitment will be closed early due to numerous submissions? I count around 20 completed characters already.. Gonna take you a month to sort through it all as it is..
My Warpriest is updated.. Man these new classes are gonna put alot of the old ones to shame..
Ok Deacon's Backstory is up.. GM: The day was the day.. His return to the town of his origin and alot of bad memories.. "It's been 20 years, I wonder if anyone will recognize me.. Surely not.." AS he approached the town the guards stopped him short of the gate, weapons drawn.. "Halt you! State your business!" He pulled his reins tight and halted his horse.. Pulling back his cloak to reveal his face caused the guards to gasp.. "Fiend! Jacob, go now and bring reinforcements!.." Deacon smiled.. "I suppose that means they do not recognize me.." He raises his voice.. "That will not be necessary.. My name is Deacon, I am a Warpriest of Gorum and a past resident of this trash pile.. I am here to attend the funeral of a friend, the late Professor Lorrimor.. Now I would appreciate it if you would allow me to pass.." The guard looks hard.. "That you Deacon? Man the years haven't treated you to well have they.. Hold up Jacob.. There won't be any need for reinforcements.." Deacon glares at the man.. "The years have treated me just fine you asshat.. Now open the gate before you have to send for those guards again.." "Good to see their xenophobia hasn't changed in this backwood trashheap.."
Did i miss the part where we start at 2nd level?
Submitting Deacon.. Ill have a backstory up for him later.. Crunch: Deacon Slaughter Qlippoth-Spawn Tiefling Warpriest 1 CN Medium outsider (native) Init +4; Senses darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +5 -------------------- Defense -------------------- AC 22, touch 13, flat-footed 19 (+6 armor, +2 Dex, +3 natural, +1 dodge) hp 12 (1d8+4) Fort +5, Ref +2, Will +7 Resist fire 5 -------------------- Offense -------------------- Speed 20 ft. Melee Greatsword +5 (2d6+6/19-20/×2) Spell Like Abilities (CL 1st) 1/day Shield of Faith Warpriest Spells Prepared (CL 1st; concentration +6): 1st (3/day)—divine favor(2), shield of faith 0 (at will)—stabilize, detect magic, guidance -------------------- Statistics -------------------- Str 18, Dex 14, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 20, Cha 15 Base Atk +0; CMB +4; CMD 17 Feats Armor of the Pit, Dodge, Weapon Focus(Greatsword) Traits Chance Savior, Fates Favored, Touched by Divinity(Glory) Skills Knowledge (religion) +5, Sense Motive +9, Survival +11 Languages Abyssal, Celestial, Common SQ Blessings (3/day)(strength blessing, war blessing), Prehensile tail, Spontaneous casting, Strength surge(minor), War mind(minor) Other Gear Breastplate, Greatsword, Pathfinder's kit, Silver Holy Symbol(Gorum), Alchemist Fire, Acid FLask, 8gp -------------------- Special Abilities -------------------- Damage Resistance, Fire (5) You have the specified Damage Resistance against Fire attacks. Darkvision (60 feet) You can see in the dark (black and white vision only). Prehensile Tail Your tail can retrieve small objects on your person as a swift action. Scaled Skin +1 Na, Fire Resist 5 Spontaneous Casting The Cleric can convert stored spells into Cure or Inflict spells. Strength Surge (minor) +1 (Su) As a swift action, gain a +1 bonus to melee att, CMB, Str skills, and Str checks. War Mind (minor) (Su) Touched ally can choose one each rd: +10 speed, +1 AC, +1 att, +1 save. |