I am withdrawing my application, as I don't have bandwidth for another game right now.
Good luck to everyone who has applied, and to the GM with running the AP!
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I would like to submit Des, goblin oracle of healing, who came into an Age of Ashes game after it started (hence they're level 2, but it's an easy adjustment to bring them back to 1). Full disclosure: I have GMed AoA up until Book 2, but I have no issues keeping player and character knowledge separate.
Hope things improve for you, Steve! Thank you Joana for running the game, and thank you everyone for welcoming me and playing together.
Des watches Alek leave, chewing thoughtfully on the side of their thumb. "He's not your friend, then? I thought he was your friend. Where to now? Do we go into the tunnel? Do you think there's more skeletons in the tunnel?" The goblin rearranges the Hellknight symbol carefully, making sure it is as visible as it can be.
I'm on holiday this week from Wednesday until Sunday, so no posting from me.
"We just started, why go back now?" wonders Des.
Des attempts to drag the heavy banner off the shelf it's resting on, and promptly drops it, raising a cloud of dust that sends the goblin into fits of coughing. "*khoff*khoff* Real gold! Shiny *khoff* cloth!"
Des pockets the silver medallion, then starts poking around the storage space, wrapping some of the banners around their shoulders like a cape.
"Oh, these are useful!" exclaims Des as the scrolls are identified. "You just read the words off them and magic happens!" The goblin tugs at Alek's sleeve, showing the silver holy symbol. "Which deity is this? Doesn't look like Asmodeus..."
Des goes up on tiptoes to get a better look at the silver medallion. "Pretty." The goblin turns to Alek. "Is this what you were looking for?"
Des breathes out in relief as they put the skeletons behind them, and the new room does not seem to be inhabited by other undead. Immediately, the goblin's eyes are drawn to the lockboxes and shelves as they start poking around.
"Eh-heh, heh." Des laughs nervously as the goblin tries to appear friendly the skeleton, showing two rows of sharp teeth in a too-wide smile. "We're all Hellknights here, yes? Just a bunch of us Hellknights going on Hellknight business, yep, that's right."
Des adjusts the ratty Hellknight patch on their sleeve nervously, swallowing audibly as the goblin turns sideways and begins to follow Drake, the insignia'd shoulder in the lead. "I am a-a very big and scary Hellknight. P-praise Asomdeus. Woo."
Des squeezes their eyes shut as the goblin mumbles what sounds like a prayer.
Buffing the dagger with their tunic hem, Des hums happily. "Found shiny knife!"
Des joins Alek and Drake in searching through the room, raising up on tiptoes to reach some of the taller surfaces.
Des's mind boggles as they try to comprehend both a city larger than Breachill, and a citadel at least three times larger than this one. "Wow..." is all the goblin manages.
Des looks at Alek curiously. "Why did your people leave this place? Perfectly good castle, only small bits missing."
"Heh, look. Someone milked the spiders." Des points out the vials, but doesn't take them or touch them. "Would have been nice to set them on fire," the goblin muses dreamily at Drake. "Get them nice and crispy."
"This lunch was too much trouble," grumbles Des as the goblin holds up a mostly squished spider and regards it doubtfully. "Don't think these are good to eat, anyway."
Des shrieks as the very large sword comes within a hair of hitting the goblin, then begins to frantically punch their own arms and legs in an attempt to squish the remaining spiders.
"Oh, yum," mutters Des as the goblin pulls open the cabinet door, only to shriek a moment later as the spiders engulf their body. "No! Bad lunch!" Des pulls out a dagger, trying to scrape the spiders off.
Hearing that, Des sets to searching the room they were in, looking into cupboards and cabinets and peering underneath the tables.
Dangerous beasts? Des looks over their shoulder, where the splayed limbs of a dead bugbear are visible amidst a curious construction of bedframes and blankets.
"Let's see what other treasures were left lying around." Des begins creeping carefully towards the western door.
"So much stuff left behind," wonders Des. "They must have been very rich." It's not just the shield, talisman and potions - the goblin looks around at the fragmented furniture and ripped bedsheets, imagining the many uses these discarded things could be put to. "I wonder why our tribe didn't take these to use them, there's good wood here, and some of these bits can be made into clothes and rope."
I can try to take a more active role and help push the game towards a more rapid pace.
Des crawls out from under one of the beds, holding up a leather thong from which a large fang is hanging. "Wolf tooth." The goblin peers at the writing on the vial that Drake is holding, then shakes their head.
Des hadn't explored the top level of the citadel much, so the goblin follows cautiously behind the two big men.
Des isn't bothered by the dirty bits of armour, and they wander over to one of the displays, picking up a fallen helmet and trying to fit it over their head. The results are about what one would expect, considering the goblin's oversized gourd.
Des inches forward cautiously, staying a few steps behind Drake. The goblin had almost gotten used to being outside, but the walls looming ominously before them send shivers down their spine.
"Home again," breathes Des, happy to reunite with the tribe. Once into the vaults, the goblin begins chatting with the other Bumblebrashers, presumably relating all the big city wonders and adventures.
"Not fighting the scary skeletons, I like that. Tricking scary skeletons that Des is a Hellknight, heh heh heh." The goblin snickers at the thought.
Des is cautiously squinting at the sky when Darla asks the question. The goblin blinks a few times, thinking and counting on knobby fingers. "I can heal, too. And give people Desna's luck. And sing, a little." Des stares at the back of the human man with the long, thin sword. "Did he say skeletons? I have something for those, too, but I've never seen any. Are they scary?"
Des takes in the sights with the astonishment and awe one might expect from a young goblin who has never seen anything like it. At the Great Dreamhouse, Kellen Carondil's kindness brings them out of their dazed wonder a little, and Des asks a lot of questions. "The stars? Haven't seen the stars in a long, long time. Bumblebrashers live mostly under the big castle, only go out to hunt and forage. I used to stay inside though, but tonight I will sleep outside and look at the stars."
Des would beeline for he temple of Desna, so let's go with Kellen Carondil instead.
Alright, I've taken a stab at a LOOT SHEET, let me know what you think.
Befriending a Local sounds great! Des would go for anyone who is goblin-friendly, perhaps councillor Trini Sprizzlegig, and would definitely visit the Great Dreamhouse and try to make some friends there. I don't have access to the Player's Guide right now, but if there's a check needed feel free to roll for Des.
I'm also happy to maintain the loot sheet or make one, I have several templates with automated calculations.
No worries, Steve, these things are important. I'm sorry you're dealing with this, it can be indeed very draining to care for others. I hope you still make space for yourself!
A lot of words were said that Des didn't know, but then again, there were many-many longshank tongues, and Des only knew one. Lizard? Lizards were tasty. Dragon, yep, that was the thing that had chased them out of their home, although the technical term is "not-dragon", but Des doesn't dare to correct the loud longshank. They just nod enthusiastically when pointed at. Wait, the big scary knight was coming, too? Des gives him a wary look and surreptitiously steps a little farther away from him. His armour was way too pointy.
Des jumps a little when the guardsman steps forward, but then seems to relax as the fellow offers to help. They had seemed quite focused on the signs of the fire left on the townhall - did this have something to do with the fire nightmares? Des didn't really understand this talk of a gate, but it was clear that more needed to be done before it was safe for the tribe. "Many monsters in the castle, but not too many, just right for..." their lips move silently as they visibly count the Heroes, themselves and the guardsman. ...for this many! I'm Des, I'll help." Des looks between all four council people, trying to determine who the chief was, then just waves vaguely at all four of them.
Des is slightly dazed as they enter the town hall after walking through a good part of the town. So many people! So many small not-castles! Or maybe really big huts! And this one they were in now was the biggest of all, as big as the Bumblebrasher castle! The awed goblin sticks close to Warbal, who has been here before and obviously knows everything about the place. "వారి అధిపతి ఎవరు?" Goblin: "Which one is their chieftain?"
That sounds super rough, hope you feel better soon!
Seeing the town from the top of the battlements had been funny, it looked quite small from the distance, like toys, but as they draw closer Des is constantly rubbernecking as the goblin takes in the size of the settlement. "This is lots of little castles! Must be many-many-many people here. Hi!" Des also greets Dalvyn the guard.
"I'm Des." Unfamiliar with this shaking hands custom, Des just shakes both their hands vigorously in the air, as if drying them. "I'll just get my things!" the new goblin announces, darting away and returning a few moments later with a sack tied to the end of a stick, bulging in places with odd shapes and with the Bumblebrasher's makeshift rope coiled around it. Their weapons and armour are clearly scavenged either from the invading frog-people and monkey-people, or from the Hellknights' armoury - an ill-fitting and bloodstained leather tunic, a rackety crossbow and a dagger. "Ready!" Des announces.
They had their home back! The not-dragons were dead, and so were most of the other invaders. But it was still very, very dangerous - the Breachill heroes had returned many times to rest and heal, then they had gone back in to deal with more monsters and more threats. It seemed to Des that it would go better if they had a healer with them when they went to fight monsters. And with Helba talking about adopting Revka into the tribe... Speaking the longshanks tongue so they could understand, Des comes up next to Warbal and tugs at her sleeve. "I want to come too. I can help them. I don't want to sit here and wait for them to go into danger, then come back all bloody and hurt." The somewhat timid goblin talking to Warbal looks a little different than the other Bumblebrashers, with a slight coppery tint to their skin. They tug nervously at a multi-layered necklace of feathers, bones and bits of carved wood that covers almost their entire torso.
Hi all, happy to be in this group! Another "PF2 newbie" reporting for duty. I'm all caught up on the gameplay thread, so ready to jump in whenever.
Kittenmancer here, made an alias and expanded on background, appearance and personality.
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