The one time I was called in for jury duty I was ultimately turned down in the selection process because I seemed TOO ethical and willing to try and suspend my biases! :P ... ... ...what
Waldorph lets out a little whimper of agreement.
Alexa turns back to the ballista she started to sabotage and starts properly futzing with it.
Nita's Knowledge Roll: 'Vizio's' refers to Vizio's Tavern--a former condemned wreck of a tavern that was slated for demolition, but was never torn down. It's been reopened as a popular watering hole...
...and, moreover, you know that its new owners are two notable quote-unquote 'malcontents' by the names of Janiven Keyes and Arael the Swordbearer. Arael the Swordbearer is a half-elven priest of Iomedae whom many say wishes to live long enough to see Thrune ousted from Cheliax, and Janiven Keyes is a... bounty huntress? Tracker? Local tough? No one really seems to know, but she knows Westcrown's alleys and dark corners oddly well.
Finally got the intro post up!
Folks, thank you all so much for your interest. As of now,
I'll look over the applicants this weekend and get back to this thread with my final picks on July 24th.
Folks, today is the final day for submissions. Recruitment will close by 9:30 PM, AST. Thanks for giving me so many quality applications to sort through!
I do have a Discord. Worst comes to worst, we can start there instead.
@GM, is Kasem finished enough for consideration? I can fill in more detail if needed. If you have enough to go on, though, I would just as soon wait to see if I get a spot in the game before spending too much more time on him. I would say yes.
If someone were interested in running PFS from Season 0, it’ll have to be someone other than me doing so—I would rather focus my energy on a max of two campaigns that I can do well instead of spreading myself thin.
Thank you for organizing the applicants. Could you sort them by their campaign traits?
No problem. I've decided to rework the Infernal Bastard trait to have the following benefit: "...Whether or not these experiences have made you a bitter and cynical scoundrel or a pious and hopeful optimist is up to you, but one thing is certain--your determination and resolve have only been strengthened by such adversity. You gain a +1 trait bonus to Will saves."
Intimacies (NSFW): Triel needs no more invitation to slide over to the sorceress. Her washcloth slides up one of Ahyoka's arms while her other hand slides around the back of the sorceress' neck, pulling her in for a teasing kiss.
Hello everyone! It’s been a while since I’ve gotten the urge to start a new campaign on the boards here—and this time around, I opted to pick an Adventure Path that isn’t nearly as popular as the others Paizo has released. I’m committed to completing at least the first book, and if the pace is good and our party comes together well, I hope to see the whole thing through to the end (which, considering it caps at level 13, should at least be easier on me). To that end, here are the following pieces of information you will need to create a character for this: Generation: 25 point buy
I’m hoping to recruit up to 5 players for this. Recruitment ends July 21st, 2023.
Triel slides her scarf off to give Ahyoka room to work--and when the sorceress finds the fastenings at the back, holds still as she unhooks them and slides her hands beneath. The drow shivers a little as Ahyoka's warm hands caress the naked skin of her back, coaxing the spidersilk bodysuit into sliding off of her. It doesn't take too long before Triel steps out of the pooling garment and sets her crimson silk scarf aside, leaving herself in all her natural onyx glory. She turns and leisurely stretches, giving Devie and Ahyoka a good long show. "Mmmm..."
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GO-oh wait, wrong franchise! :P And wrong side.
Triel snarls and presses the attack. "GIVE HER BACK!" She and Vindir roar in unison as the scythe comes down.
Yes, I'll asssume you all had a chance to patch yourselves up.
Alexa leans on Darya as she puts an arm around her waist. And she doesn't stop there--she leans in and steals a passionate kiss from her lips before looking back at the battlefield. She doesn't say anything else; she just enjoys the warmth of her beloved's presence.
The aasimar scout wobbles a bit on her feet as the adrenaline starts to wear off. "Split it... split it with Darya. She did most of... the work." She gasps, her lungs and limbs aching with exertion.
Alexa covers her eyes when the blinding light flashes through the area, then looks between the newcomers and the dead Beast of Drezen. She raises her gladius and lets out an inarticulate howl of triumph and bloodlust, her eyes blazing with adrenaline-fuelled wrath.
Carina's eyes abruptly snap open.
Moving more or less on instinct, she snatches a dispelling bomb from her belt-- "NO! NOT AGAIN!" She screams. And hurls it at the Duke... ...or, rather, at the churning winds surrounding him.
It sails right into the midst of the howling gales--and it
"Kevin?!" Michael takes a step back, reeling in shock. "Tiffany too--oh, f%*~ this! I've gotta get you two outta here!" He starts racing forward to grab Kevin!
When Alexa watches the spectacle of battle this time, she doesn't look away. The sight of ghouls being methodically butchered has a decidedly opposite impact on her, compared to watching enemy combatants die--she watches each undead beast get hacked apart with a gradually growing smile. "...good." She nods. "Undead are among those creatures that may be slain without guilt."
"...er..." What, you're not going with the obvious question? No, you imbecile. I genuinely don't know. ...riiiiiiiight. A disarmingly-attractive and POWERFUL surfacer woman in front of you-- That could easily apply to everyone else here. --and you *seriously* don't know what you want to ask her? How stupid do you think I am? "...well..." Triel thinks and takes a sip after sliding a gold coin onto the table. "...a place where I can exist, openly, as myself would be nice."
Triel then stabs the cup into the table--and spills some of the booze. She looks at the mess in disappointment. ...damnation.
Good news: I think I'm getting over my stomach bug. Kept my dinner down and tummy problems are waning. Should be alright by tomorrow.
Alexa lets out a giddy chuckle as Darya kisses her. "...next time, it's going to involve sketches. And maybe some paint, if I can find some."
Alexa glares at the incoming ghouls, holding her ground and assuming a defensive posture.
Triel blinks. ...not sure we can argue with that.
The night passes by in a blur of passion. Triel vaguely remembers getting out of the tub at some point--perhaps there was barely enough time to get the two of them halfway dry before desire and need overcame them. In the moment, all Triel really remembered caring about is Devie--and doing unspeakably sapphic things to her body.
Carina finally opens her eyes. "...done already?"
Triel finds herself closing the distance between her lips and Devie's quickly. The kiss is... a bit clumsy, at first. But it trembles with something genuine. It's not a mere gesture of lustful and lewd intent--it's tentative at first, but as it proceeds it becomes one of passion and ardor. The drow lets out a moan and pulls Devie into an embrace, the tears in her eyes finally running down her cheeks. Bodies press together in tender silence.
Triel smirks. "Of course I am." Her expression turns serious as her other hand slides into Devie's. "And that remark I made about not apologizing for interrupting your dream before... I mean it." "You are a very earnest person, Devie--your... directness has a very refreshing breed of honesty to it that makes you endearing." She looks Devie up and down. "You stumble over your words, yes, and you may not have the same level of comfort as I do when it comes to being social..." Triel's face turns somber. "...but you're sincere. Something I feel I have... trouble remembering how to be."
Triel giggles. "Oh, Devie..." "...you get flustered so easily." She slides an arm around Devie's shoulders. "It's one of the many things I find so attractive about you."
By contrast, Triel looks quite at home, even without her mask on. Her bodysuit shifts from its skin-tight form to a flowing white backless dress of fine silk, at once both modest enough to be acceptable for being out in public and sheer enough to offer tantalizing glimpses of skin beneath. Her smile comes to her lips with practiced ease, the conversation coming easier, and her glances at both Devie and Ahyoka seem to be invitations to join her in her fun.
Jaina's a puncher, not a bluffer.
As it turns out, Snake, love CAN bloom on a battlefield. ;)
When the two of them part, Alexa's expression is a mix of dazed and overjoyed. "...Eternal Rose help me, but I've never felt something like this before." She whispers, her voice already starting to break with all manner of emotions. "It feels like something I should have found myself a long time ago." "I'm... I'm paying worship to Shelyn properly now. Not to an Inheritor who allows her servants to run roughshod over others."
Alexa leans up herself, her heart beating like a drum. She doesn't say anything--and might not have been able to. Her lips find Darya's, trembling, uncertain and clumsy. But the warm, passionate kiss she gives her is one of the most sincere things she's ever given another.
Listening to Darya, Alexa finds relief seeping into her weary frame. A moment passes in silence. Alexa’s hand finds Darya’s. ”…are…” The emberkin swallows. ”…are you seeing anyone?”
I think I'm feeling a little bit better now. I'm going to see about posting tomorrow evening.
Throughout the briefing, Michael is uncharacteristically dead silent. I'm NOT killing Kevin. I'm going to get him out of there.
Alexa listens to Haresk's explanation of Drezen. "...their reign will not last much longer." She says once he's concluded.
Alexa sighs and gives Arloric an exhausted '...smile'. Celestial: "I know. Old habits just... die hard."
Alexa doesn't let go of Darya as Irabeth and Nurah inform them of Paradise Hill.
Alexa leans into Darya, the tears beginning to gently roll down her cheeks. Celestial:
"...I know. In the thick of it, you don't have time to think if there could have been some other way. It's them or you." She takes a shuddering breath, taking Darya's hand in one of hers and letting her free arm slip around Darya's back. Celestial:
"It's... it's made me realize that... this? What we're doing here? This is just the first real stage of the Crusade. And it feels like we've been fighting for months... if not years."
"I'm no soldier, Darya." She closes her eyes, choosing to focus on the warmth of Darya's presence instead of the carnage below.
Alexa observes from a distance as the paladin army breaks the ranks of the enemy and begins their grisly task in earnest. ...Did I have something to eat for lunch today? It was strange how the most dire of circumstances could provoke someone into thinking about more mundane concerns. Perhaps it was an unspoken longing for the comforts of home that spurred such thoughts into being; perhaps it was an attempt, however futile, to escape from the horrific reality playing out before their eyes. Whatever the case, Alexa finds herself unable to look away as their army crushes the enemy. Her expression is stony, but her eyes are beginning to water.
Alexa watches Darya gather up her crossbow before following her to the main Crusader camp. ...does she really like me? Hells, she's probably got a dozen girlfriends along the Sellen River... and that's before Azura and Luciana. How am I supposed to measure up to them?
Feeling dazed, exhausted and more than a little frustrated at the mage's escape, Darya's healing comes as a surprising relief. She needed someplace quiet and warm right now... preferably with someone to share that quiet with. Of course, the best she'd likely get would be a Crusader infirmary tent, but at the moment she's quite happy the battle is over. "...thanks..."
Michael grins when the fight starts. It's bluntly obvious this redneck's never squared up to an actual, sober fighter in his life before--the most violent battles he's ever fought have been against the tag team of Jim Beam and Johnnie Walker. Kevin's just as well-versed in the rhythm of fights as Michael was--but he wasn't as inclined to be stylish. Michael easily ducks the first wild punch, pops the man lightly on the nose and plucks his hat right off his head. Another wild haymaker, another duck and a quick, ascending series of jabs up his gut, ending with another bop on the nose. "Man, it's like I'm picking on a toddler. You sure you wanna keep doing--" His response is answered and interrupted by another wild swing, this one ducked. "--okay..." He sighs before snapping out a sharp jab to the man's liver. He doubles over, wheezing in pain. Perhaps not coincidentally, their pizzas are ready moments later. He struts up to the counter and pays for the pizza, being sure to tip extra. "Sorry fer the inconvenience, ma'am." He says in a mockery of the redneck's drawl before flipping his hat onto the prone trucker. "Adios, gentlemen." Man, I've been playing too much Devil May Cry.
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