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Outside of the Wood themed abilities, I'm looking at getting a Familiar with the Valet Archetype to be a little crafting buddy and, if we ever saw 15th level, there is a crafting focused Arcane Discovery.

There's not a right or wrong way to play. But there are ways I enjoy more than others, and they won't be the same as everybody else's preferences.

The goal is to find a group where enough of everybody's preferences line up that everybody can have fun. If you remember that, then when you see something that you know puts you off, you can reduce the heartache of everyone involved.

The goal isn't for the characters (and thus players) to win. The goal is for the players (and GM) to work together to have fun. That entertainment is the win.

I agree with this, absolutely. And I totally agree with your ideas of optimizing to a concept/story. Which I argue is really what I was doing.

Edit: Don't read this wrong. I can cheese with the best of them. Gudada has some pretty aggressive Gouda in his make-up (Sleight-of-Hand of +13 without equipment). But I try to cheese to a story, to be good (and weak) where the character tells me they should, not where I have to in order to have the best mechanical advantage during combat.

I disagree with this though. At least within the context of implying that using a Buckler and Dervish Dance is super cheesy. Or optimal.

1) Sword and shield isn't generally considered very strong, I would argue I was just trying to raise a sub-optimal style up to be okay. Vs just using a reach weapon, combat reflexes, power attack, and going at it.

There are threads that debate the matter though, given the wording, but I'm not here to argue that. It's no biggie, and I certainly understand where one sees it as splitting hairs. And my point was really more in that power wise it wasn't much different from the FAQ. A bit better? Sure. But hardly cheesy.

Lastly, I disagree that it was a power grab, it was mostly flavor driven. A dexterous scimitar wielding Sarenrae worshiper is certainly par for the course. More so than your typical Longspear wielding divine caster at least. Sure, mechanics factored into it, summoning is feat heavy and Inquisitors are feat light, but the whole concept was born out of an interest in trying something a little different (but also workable) conceptually.

Regardless, I apologize for the whole matter (and to you too SilverDreamer if you happen to read this). I didn't mean to insult your sensibilities as a gamer, or to put the GM on the spot.

Basically, I don't think your goals in gaming and mine are that different here. I feel like this was just a misunderstanding.

I also don't think the GM was trying to cheese it either, I think they simply read the feat, thought "It's basically slashing grace" and went "okay". I guess I just don't understand where your issue is here. Perhaps we have differences (I don't necessarily think so) but that's unrelated to the game isn't it?

Cheers. ^_^

p.s. I hope you reconsider dropping out. Could be fun. I'd love to get a chance to see what Gudada is about if we both got in.

-He is somewhat well known. He has been serving on and off for the past 10 years as a caravan guard, his Mithral armor only makes him stand out more. Good for business. He uses Endure Elements extracts to ignore the suns effects on it normally.

-His mythic nature came from an artifact he made contact with during travel with a Caravan of explorers.

Gear:
His Mithral armor was passed down to him from his tribe. It was a gift to him, generations old, manufactured for maximum agility to be used by the Elves of old. I might add a few alchemical items, nothing too crazy. Maybe a couple hundred GP worth.

Personality:
Fiercely loyal to those he calls friends, wards, or allies.
Independent doesn't like to take orders.
Enjoys all walks of life, whether the wastes or the cities. All have their hidden mysteries to find.
Slavery doesn't go over well with him.

Marin has always felt a strong connection to the Sea. His mother had him below the deck of the Dauntless, in the middle of a nasty storm, one potentially sent by Besmara herself. During the trick back the ship was set upon by pirates, during the attack his mother saved his life, along with many on board the ship, climbing high onto the Crow's Nest and raining arcane fire upon the pirates that attacked them. She went overboard and was never heard of again.

Marin was taken care of during the remainder of the trip by the Dauntless's captain, Fole Ertel, in honor of his mother. He took Marin back to Crentyn where he was put into an orphanage. Captain Ertel used what was left of Merrin's mother's gear to pay for better schooling for him, and then let fate settle the rest. All that Marin has of his mother his her adventurous spirit, a compass with her initials (ML) etched into it, and diluted arcane magic coursing in his veins.

Marin grew up in Crentyn, always drawn to the water and to the thoughts of a life at sea. He spent his education learning about ships and about the history of the area, especially the Shackles. He would spend whatever time he could at the dockside of the city, he even tried to stow away on a ship more than a few times. Mostly though he just worked to help clean the boats and went out on smaller crafts whenever a fisherman or boatman would take him. Nevertheless, he was never very successful, though many of the crewmen in the area often would treat him warily, saying that Besmara herself seemed to follow him. As Marin grow older he tried to join these same ships, though Besmara's blessing seemed as much a curse as a blessing during this time as no Chelaxian Captain wished to be associated with someone who might have been touched by the Pirate Queen.

Growing desperate Marin joined the Navy, where he managed to win a few friends and impress with the foundational knowledge he had of ships and sailing. Marin grew during his time in the navy, though he quickly became disavowed with the rigid lifestyle of being a Sailor in a navy, the Chelaxian navy no less. He sought the freedom of the open sea, and the pursuit of his own, not those of some devil worshipers. He even almost deserted the Navy earlier on, but love would stop his initial abandonment.

Marin, soon after becoming a Junior Lieutenant, he probably would have advanced further if his disregard for rules and tradition didn't irritate his superiors to such an extent. He met a striking human named Maria, a senior Lieutenant in the Navy, she found his disregard for the rules irritating, but charming, they made him stand out. They served on the ship, 'Enduring Rule' together. The 'Enduring Rule' was part of a small fleet tasked with further improving their maps of the areas. They fell in love however briefly and took a small leave inland, taking upon deskwork for the Navy when Maria became pregnant.

It was during this time that Marin started to experience a deep longing to return to the sea. What at first was desire, turned into borderline sickness, turned something more. Marin had always been an excellent swimmer and somewhat uncoordinated on land, but he found his land balance falling ever more deeply off, struggling to properly balance himself when not in the water. As this happened he found that his natural swimming abilities vastly improved, as if the Pirate Queen herself beckoned him to return to the vast ocean. Eventually, he suffered a second curse, his left leg started to shrivel, like a dried fish out of the water, becoming more peg than a leg. His inability to flex his lower calf muscles well causing his rigid walk to even produce a wooden sound when he walked. Priests and healers alike had no idea what was wrong, it was a curse unlike any they had ever seen.

After his daughter was born, Meri, Marin found the deep longing in his soul growing stronger every day, this and a feeling of being trapped, as if he would forever be stuck doing deskwork with a life he wasn't sure at all he wanted became overwhelming to him, it drove him mad. He had dreams of swimming unfettered in the sea, of waves and water, his food tasted like fish, his drink of seawater. Often he heard the voice of a beautiful siren calling out to him. Perhaps Besmara herself, as he started to manifest magic that seemed divine in nature.

Finally, enough was enough. He left one day on a whim. Using Maria's higher rank (she had become a 2nd Lieutenant not long before Maril was born, and had it not been for the duties of parenthood, likely more) and a smooth tongue to help get him papers approved for a scouting trip towards the Shackles. Marin contacted an old acquaintance by naval magic, who had come to see him once or twice, Captain Ertel and tasked the old Sea Dog with helping him one last time. The Captain, whose health was waining with age agreed to help for a small price. Having a decent summed stored, Marin paid the captain to meet him just outside Botosani. Where he would ferry Marin to Mediogalti Island. Leaving the area long before any could question his absence.

Marin diverted most of his funds to his daughters future, putting them away in Chelaxian holdings so they couldn't be touched and then left, leaving a rigid life that had never been for him, the guilt he felt buried beneath the necessity of it all. He immediately abandoned his post at Botosani, he deserted the Navy and caught passage with Captain Ertel who took him to Mediogalti. Here, Marin used the remainder of his funds to purchase basic gear and took passage again, seeking out freedom in the only place he knew where to go. Port Peril. The life of a pirate is what he saught, a life on the open seas where one could be they wanted. Law, evil, even good, what good were they? The sea was where it was at. Unfiltered and seemingly infinite.

A few years later, he arrived at Port Peril. The journey had not been easy, if not for fate alone Marin may not have made it. His lack of planning had not made it an easy journey. During this time, his fascination with the pirate life only grew. Once at Peril, Marin started to ask around, politely as he could where he met join a crew. heard the best place to join a pirate ship. He ended up in the Formidably Maid, directed there by men happy to take his coin. His fate awaiting him behind one well-placed bottle.

His right leg is shriveled like a dried fruit, product of his lameness.

Personality wise, Marin is a free spirit with a heart driven for the sea. Once a man drowning in order, his recent escapades to escape have left him free and reinvigorated.

He has guilt that he keeps locked deep down about abandoning Maria and Maril. Though however much guilt it is, it could never compete with a heart driven for the freedom of the open sea, nor of the curse that drove him there either.

He is a free spirit, who operates upon friendliness and pleasantries when able.

He is Chaotic Neutral but leans towards Goodness.

Marin respects his allies. It is a testament of his the love and respect for Maria that Marin fought the draw to the ocean and stayed in the Navy for as long as he did.

He can be short-sighted, he sometimes makes rash decisions without the wisdom to consider the long-term implications of his actions (leaving his wife/daughter without pursuing other options and doing so with little planning, for example).
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I plan on focusing more on spellcasting than say damage,. At lower levels surely some metal prodding won't hurt, especially at reach. Probably will split Marin between healing, buffing, control, and aquatic utility. I am flexible to help put spells where they best serve the group. Of course, any nautically appropriate spells are going to be on that list as well. I'd like to work some metamagic in there over time.

I don't plan on being a dedicated healer, but I am happy to pick up the more useful/utilitarian healing spells and help invest in scrolls/wands of the more situational stuff as needed.

The VMC will be in sorcerer (his heritage coming from his mother). I'm not sure on what sort of familiar I'd like yet, but I was thinking maybe a Sage for some knowledge help, and perhaps some sort of flying creature.

Vand has always walked into his future with no hesitation, he would meet his destiny, one foot after the other, come what may.
Born to circumstances unknown, Vand was found by the Klefflur's a family of Halflings amongst a larger Normadic tribe that made their living Southeast of Sandpoint (though North of Magnimar) by many, many miles. Desna was a popular goddess for the tribe, being constantly on the move and so seeing the clear birthmark of a butterfly on the young human they decided to take him in as one of their own.

Growing up in a Halfling family has its benefits, he grew to learn and appreciate the many virtues and loves that commonly character Halfling king. He learned to be kind and generous, to always help out others, and to believe in his own luck to guide the way. When Vand was young tales of heroes of old were the stuff of sustenance to him. He loved to hear those tales, over and over again. Eventually, he learned to tell those tales. And eventually, he wanted to live those tales.

As he grew older he couldn't help but shake an unmistakable drive to leave and set off on his own. He had always been fated for something and he would not deny that fate, indeed he would take it and run with it. Looking forward to each new day in hope for excitement and story.

Eventually, Vand left and started to roam upon his own. Each night he would gaze upon the stars and use them to guide his path. If a night lacked stars

Only recently has Vand entered the town of Sandpoint, roughly 6 months ago. On his way there the Goblin tribes in the nearby region had been giving him problems but the teller of tales, the watcher of the weave, the Fated Champion held his own in the small skirmishes that he ran into the stars have been unhelpful since then and so he has stayed. Boarding in the Rusty Dragon, drawn to the wonderful previous-adventurer Ameiko, her tales, and her delicious cooking. Here he has stayed waiting for Desna to show him the path forward.

Recently with the attack during the Swallowtail Festival Vand had left town momentarily, hoping to chase the fleeing goblins down. Though his tracking skills are not very good and he ended up being lost for a time.

In his free time, he has spent some time exploring the area and exchanging tall tales.. Staying at an Inn he has heard of the town's recent hero's and has decided to seek them out himself in order to join their quest to stop the goblins from bringing ruin to the town.

Step 1: Write 5 background and concept elements that you feel are important to your image of the character.
1) Vland was found by halfling family, he has several brothers, sisters, and very loving parents who raised him like their own. They taught him many of the values of Halfling Society. To be kind, to care for others, to stick up for the small guys in society. To live each day to it's fullest and to always embrace whatever comes your way. They also taught him about Halfling Luck.
2) Wherever he came from is unknown, but Mama and Papa Flefflur found him with a strange butterfly birthmark that strongly suggests he was touched by Desna. As he grew older, the butterfly grew with him, mirroring his development and pronouncing his fate as one who would serve the greater good. In addition from an early age, he manifested some basic abilities that seemed tide to the strands of fate.
3) Vland believes in always standing up for his friends and family. He would never leave another behind.
4) Vland courts his fate/destiny like a fish in water. To him, there is nothing but pushing his life towards whatever it is that Desna had marked him for. He believes in living life to the fullest and thus wishes to work with his destiny in order to propel himself. He hopes that by embracing his destiny that life will allow becoming a Hero of great renown someday. He doesn't just want to sing about the tales of great Hero's, he wants to make his own.
5) He loves stories and songs of great nations, people, and wonders. Such things have always inspired him and pushed him to work harder towards his goals.

Step 2: List at least two goals for the character. At least one of these goals should be one that the character has, while another should be one that you, as a player, want to see developed over the course of the game.

1) Character Goal: Vand wishes to live a life of greatness that will end up in stories for years to come. He believes following and predicting the winds of fate will allow him to best realize this goal.
2) Player Goal: I wish to see Vand move forward and perhaps eventually realize there is more to life than just one battle or story after another. Or for him to fully realize his ideal as a hero of destiny. Depending on what fate brings him! I'd like to see Fate/Destiny steer him into an interesting long-term future (besides just the context of the story, though that is certainly a major part of this as well). Fated to stand against an ancient evil indeed.

Step 3: List at least two secrets about your character. One is a secret the character knows, one is a secret that involves him but that he is not actually aware of yet.

1) Character Secret:. Vand has one fear, deep down. That his life may not actually amount to anything special. That his fate, his destiny, will be that of just another adventurer. Death does not scare him but growing old into mediocrity does.
2) Hidden secret: His true parents were nothing special.

Step 4: Describe people that are tied to the character.

1) Mama and Papa Kleffur and his many bros and sissies.
2) He has a rival from his youth. A Halfling named Alonzo who was is a Bard who excels in Oratory. They love to face off, Vand's songs vs Alonzo's tales. The two love to compete (mostly friendly) whenever possible. Half-brother.

Step 5: Describe three memories, mannerisms, or quirks that your character has. They don't have to be elaborate, but they should provide some context and flavor.

1) Very confident in himself, or in his fate. Walks into each day with the hope of tomorrow and the faith that Desna will help steer his steps along the one true path as long as he goes with it.
2) A tale of ancient
3) Has a rocker sort of mentality when it comes to life, live hard today. I imagine him in another life being the sort of individual who would take the place of the Doof Warrior in Fury Road (if the Doof Warrior was even more badass and heroic, of course).

"The true adventurer goes forth aimless and uncalculating to meet and greet unknown fate."

"There is no such thing as accident; it is fate misnamed."

"You need only the will to claim what is offered you."

"Dread it. Run from it. Destiny still arrives." (Oh snap!).

He stands of average height, with a muscular build and some righteous dark hair and piercing blue eyes that are always looking to either the stars or the future.

He has a butterfly-shaped birthmark that covers the upper left portion of his torso, starting from about halfway up his navel to his shoulder (and taking up roughly 1/3 of the space horizontally. He always dresses to display the butterfly as much as possible. Extremely proud he is of his birthmark.

As a child Lorenzo was never exceptionally gifted in any particular area, constantly underperforming due to lack of motivation. He eventually decided to attend the Academae, with his parents fronting the bill to gain him access. While there, Lorenzo focused on Conjuration, but instead of studying intensely, spent his youth going to festivals in Korvosa, and chatting up pretty to-be Wizardesses. Eventually, he was kicked out and returned to his parents in shame.

His parents experienced a mixture of irritation and fear over this and threatened to remove him from the family if he did not improve. Lorenzo, having enjoyed conjuration continued his studies, albeit focused, and invoked an ancient family ritual in which one called upon the aid of the ancestors to help them. This help often came in different forms, each specific to the individual. In Lorenzo's case, he made contact with Danilo, an ancient spirit turned outsider who has answered Lorenzo's call in order to maintain his lineages dignity.

In order to restore his honor, and to gain access to his family's fortune, he has decided to head to an area known as the Echo Woods. He has heard tale that an ancient gemstone monolith resides there that he might be able to explore for fame and fortune.

Religion: Shelyn. The goddess of art and beauty sings to his soul and love of such things.
Alignment: Lawful Neutral. Lorenzo is focused on improving his lot in life and working towards the honor of his family. Though he is certainly willing to offer a hand if needed.

Danilo:
Is a Lawful Neutral outsider who was a renown merchant in life. His time as an outsider has stripped him of much of his former life's knowledge and skills, except the importance of his family heritage. He looks upon Lorenzo as a man with potential, if perhaps a little lacking in the motivation side of things at times. He often pushes Lorenzo to be more than he is. In particular, he has focused on fostering Lorenzo's skill in summoning.

Danilo is a decent teacher and has helped push Lorenzo to develop his interest in the art of summoning (impressed that Lorenzo was able to call upon him in the first place) and the two have improved Lorenzo's skills to the point where they wish to begin to adventure.

He is Human, would have skills focused on standard Summoner skills (Arcana, Spellcraft, UMD, Linguistics, and Planes).
Ability Scores would probably be 11, 14, 12, 14, 10, 17 (post Racials).
Starting Feats would be Spell Focus Conjuration and Summon Neutral Monster.
Traits would be Irrepressible and Desperate Resolve.

Danilo would be more skill orientated than combat, there to aid/assist and protect Lorenzo rather than fight for him.

Eventually Filon, his parents, a sister, and a few other siblings made it into the Fangwood and settled deep into it, making due for several years. Most of his tribe were practitioners of the Green Faith (Filon being no exception), part of the reason for their desire, and willingness to harrow such a dangerous adventure (though the Worldwound certainly was a good motivation too). So living in such a remote location where they could properly respect nature was ideal for them.

It was during this time that Filon learned the art of Alchemy from old manuscripts and Elders in order to better contribute to the survival of his tribe. Filon, in particular, took care to infuse his alchemical teachings with the naturalist philosophies of the Green Faith. He aims to preserve and honor the many wonders of the natural world. To preserve it.

For many years his tribe lived in relative peace, their encampment was well protected and hidden, they were far enough south as to avoid the vast majority of Orc's and had seen no sign of a known Green Dragon that they had heard tale of while passing through Lastwall (some of the tribe stopped they, either not wishing to travel the dangers of the Northern Fangwood or hearing their pleas for fortifying their numbers to stand guard). But, after a few decades living in remote isolation, a number of Blighted Fey started causing his tribe problems. These small skirmishes eventually grew more numerous as the blight spread and eventually the Darkblight spread and the corruption destroyed most of their tribe.

Filon and his sister are the only known survivors (from their perspective), though Filon nearly died from an otherworldy fungal disease. They fled further South, his sister joining up with smaller communities along the way.

Filon himself has survived practicing his alchemical skills as a trader for smaller communities, moving about from place to place within Nirmathas and surveying nature, trying to serve the Green Faith in motion. While his sister has served a town healer and acolyte for the Green Faith for Tamlan.

Appearance:
Elven typical look. He wears a travelers outfit, fit for any sort of conditions with greens and browns that are specially tailored to the Fangwoods.

A nasty scar marks his left arm from the Blightburn. It encompasses the entirety of the arm, and has only been further injured from his alchemical "oopsies". He has several burns and his clothing is often burned as well from alchemical testing and experimentation.

Personality:
Filon is laid back and enjoys a good chat, though he is naturally quiet. His tribe would practice not speaking for long hours most days in order to better facilitate deep meditation in their reverence. He, over the past few years, has become better acquainted with interacting with others. He is most open with his sister, the two enjoy a friendly rivalry in terms of their naturalistic skills.

Filon does not like fighting, as it brings memories back of the loss to his family and tribe. Thus he has avoided joining most organizations that are more martially minded. That being said, he practices with his ancestral arms (bow in particular) most days, as weapon proficiency is needed for survival. Deep within Filon is the call to stand up and fight when needed.

He is a devout worshiper of the Green Faith, but he is also a dedicated Alchemist. His interest in Alchemy was a naturally occurring event that happened to coincide and work off of his faith.

He had awoken in a cold storage unit being used for older technological gadgets that had been decommissioned (or perhaps stored for later use) on the Darkside of Verces when a group of explorers stumbled upon the area while hiding from Bloodbrothers. Yon and the group managed to escape the area. One of the group gave Yon some basic supplies.

Upon waking, Yon found extensive damage to his body, such that it has been difficult for him to judge hold old he is as well, though he has figured out that he is at least over 100 years, and suspects that perhaps he was an earlier android model due to the focus on human appearance that his damage body seemed to display. But to who his creators were his purpose or anything of the like, Yon remains clueless. But the damage gave him an immediate objective, to seek repairs.

While looking for work, Yon discovered that he possessed a knowledge and a somewhat advanced understanding of technology, along with apparent Pilot training. He utilized these skills, eventually joining in a small group of backspace contraband movers, who had been looking for a pilot and had an open-minded captain concerning where help might come from.

Traveling between the different Pact Worlds, Yon has obtained a very basic knowledge of the system over the past few years. He has used the time traveling with the crew in order to repair the damage done and in an attempt to restore his memory, the latter goal having so far been met with complete failure. In addition, he has taken that time to forge and integrate an AI he refers to as Triana into his body.

Eventually, Yon found himself he no longer wanted to be dealing with illegal contraband. It gave him no real purpose nor was it helping him with his past.. The Starfinder Society was a natural place for him to look for help, between similar basic goals, and the resources the Society possesses, perhaps they might be able to help him? If not then it might at least provide a clear path forward for his life.

Thus he came to Absalom Station and joined the Starfinder Society.

He has a natural interest in technology and computers, easily able to lose himself hours at a time tinkering with things. This is not something he knows if it was more naturally acquired or the result of some older programming that might have been implemented when he was manufactured.

Yon seeks to figure out his past, though, at this point, it is as much of a puzzle to be solved as anything else. After nearly 5 years he no longer fully believes he will ever figure out his missing memory, like the Gap it seems like it might be forever lost.

He links to modify and tinker with his body, constantly looking to upgrade it along with improving his human appearance (another odd quirk that he has with no discernable reason).

This is a tale of a Half-Elf named Golwen Virai. His tale started many years ago when he was born to a Varisian Human Father and a beautiful Elven Priestess of Desna who traveled together for some time. His mother came from other lands and as a priestess of Desna had many responsibilities afar, forcing her to leave Golwen and his father to fend for each other. They moved to Riddleport perhaps one of the few places that Golwen might be treated with some decency. His father was a more Roguish figure who knew some basic arcane training, he made connections with the local thieves guild and did work as necessary to support the pair.

Golwen spent a lot of his childhood reading and learning, Riddleport was better than most for Half-Elves but still not great, so he stuck to the books and tales from his father to learn. His natural curiosity made this a natural affair, and as he grew he began to develop a great interest in a great many things, arcane magics and great beasties in particular. Golwan's father would teach him parlor tricks during the evenings in order to entertain and delight his son during his younger years. His major arcane training would not come until later years when Golwn would study at the Academae in Korvosa.

As Golwen grew older he began to work for a woman named Faldorn, a Merchant Alchemist that was an associate of the thieve's guild his father worked for. At first, the relationship was rocky as Golwen often spent more time badgering Fadorn about alchemy and various bits of information that her brained held, than actually doing work. Faldorn for her part eventually came to realize that this young lad was not only brilliant but also quite driven and began to teach him Alchemy on the side. Golwen spent roughly 4 years working and tutoring under the aging alchemist before she eventually passed.

At age 20, Golwen finally started to experience the full wanderlust that came about from being the child of a Varsi add a Desnian. He left Riddleport with his father's blessings to set out upon the world. Deciding for himself that he would finally scratch that itch and go out and observe and catalog the various creatures of existence, Golwin began in earnest, only to nearly die not two months into a band of goblins he had been trying to take notes on. Perhaps trying to steal their rum at night for observational notes had been a foolish mistake. The goblins certainly thought so.

Deciding that he was not fully prepared to go out on his own, as he had zero martial skill, Golwen sought another path forward. That path led Golwen the Axademae, at Korsova. Certainly, he could spend a few months there learning a few more magical tricks supplement his alchemical skills in order to be a better collector of information and student of monster lore... Not so, Golwin quickly became wrapped up in the magic and mystique of the Academae, taking particular interest in Conjuration-Summoning magic.

The first few years were quite dreadful, goblins were bad enough, but Golwin's teachers were near slavers when it came to their lessons. Golwin's inherent talent and alchemical shenanigans saw him through those years. Eventually, Golwin sought an apprenticeship with a highly skilled conjurer, once known for bending the rules of magic a little. Under this tutelage, Golwin excelled and as an added bonus began to learn even more about the various creatures that populated Galorian, and the Planes (particularly in so far as summoning is concerned).

After 10 long, grueling, fascinating, death defying, insane, wonderful, hellish, captivating, ghastly, captivating, atrocious, breath-taking years, Golwin graduated with honors in Conjuration Magic, with distinction for Summoning. Diploma in tow, Golwin took off to explore Varisia with the intent of studying the various creatures and publishing a book on them (at the recommendation of his advisor).

This is where we find the past starting to catch up to the present: One year after graduation, Golwin had come to Sandpoint to rest up before setting out on what was sure to be a thrilling (and likely exceedingly dangerous) hunt for the Sandpoint devil! Imagine how much such a creature would help his book sell!

That was until a bunch of those pain in the butt goblins attacks and the events of the AP commenced.

Character Inspiration:Volo

About Me:
Male, 28. Been playing Pathfinder for about 5 years now, but have experience going back even further in Pathfinder and other systems. I used to be a semi-active member of the PbP boards and a lurker on the main boards, but real life became a thing and I stayed off the boards for a few years. I'm interested in hopping in on a long term PbP, preferably an AP, and it just so happens that Rise is on the top of my list as far as interest. I'd love nothing more than to spend a few years (or however long it takes) to see it to completion. So I hope you will certainly consider me and I wish you best of luck with both tables regardless!

"Bad times have value. These are occasions a good learner would not miss."

-Modified Emerson quote.

A driven pursuer of monster lore. His passion for collecting information about, and witnessing the various creatures that walk the land knows few boundaries. This Half-Elf is fearless within the context of this as well, willing to brave great storms on the sea, or a climb upon a frosty mountain, all in hope of a quick glimpse and perhaps something more (for Monster Lore of course!).

Golwen is a fairly gregarious person, his eccentricities do not deny him a fondness of others. Driven, curious, energetic all aptly describe the fellow. He takes a pleasant tone for the most occasion, as he see's little reason to be impolite (his Pappy taught him better than that).

He has an odd quirk of naming the various creatures he studies along with is his assistants (summons). Naming them helps add character in his mind, and better enables him to remember specific details. Monster Lore, like history, needs a good spinning of events to keep things interesting.

Takes mistreatment in stride, life as a Half-Elf, eh?

Believes in helping others as needed. Strong sense of commitment to others born from his father and from the sort of prejudice he had often experienced.

Loves to talk about his writing projects.

Too curious for his own good.

Besides pointy ears, he has good looks, if you like elves. He was blessed by his mother with the exotic beauty of Elvenkind painted upon a Human canvas.

Golwen has a lean build, usually wearing his adventuring gear and clothing (only because he has to!). He likes to appear somewhat stylish, not quite pushing vanity, but enough to take a second glance at any outfit he wears that isn't his norm garb. His thinking is that the better you look, the more likely people are to talk with you, the more people you talk with, the more you learn.

He wears extremely light armor for the most basic of protection. Over the armor, he traditionally wears the robes of a scholar or an explorer's outfit, depending on if he is seeking information in taverns or dungeons. Prefers to wear reds and blacks (the colors of his alama mater), with brown and silver mixed in, The Acadamae. The back of his primary jacket carries the heraldry of it as well:
"The coat of arms of the Acadamae is coloured in the red and black of Cheliax. A red crowned portcullis sits below an arch of seven small, red stars, which both are below a large red star; all are on a black field. The arms are supported by two imps. A red crystal ball on red silk surmounts the coat of arms."

Enjoys slightly bulkier clothing that helps improve upon his slimmer figure. He is not particularly muscular.

When engaging with someone he often takes on a focused look, he doesn't like to miss information and therefore does his best to focus in on the specific task he has his mind to. Unfortunately, sometimes this leads to him staring a little too intently or perhaps ignoring personal boundaries.

Silverish Blond hair and yellowish/brown tinted eyes.

Two bandoliers noticeably strapped across the chest which contains an assortment of alchemical items/weapons and extracts.