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Also, the way the original recruitment was set up leaves us with a serious lack of divine caster applicants. I have a back-up paladin character concept somewhere that I could run instead of Durran. I'll leave the decision ultimately up to the rest of the group though.

Would there be a huge amount of crossing or would it just be a possible option?

I'm personally not too keen on jumping across multiple tables consistently.

Here

Though there isn't much

I could potentially run something cept there's a couple of forseeable issues:

1) I don't have a huge amount of time to write plots or setting info

2) My idea of "post-apocalyptic" varies a little from what has already been defined.

3) That would give us only three players as a party.

I'd recommend everyone adding backgroung back into their aliases, could be useful.

I'd be down for it if you'd have me.

Dang...

Well, good luck to those who made it in.

"Mostly odd jobs here and there, can't be travelling around on an empty purse."

"Names Durrn, pleased to meet ya. And if you got a target, I'd be glad starting a game with ya sir. We kinda...wore out our last one."

"Indeed, that's mighty fine of you to do, stranger."

And then with a laugh he address the Catfolk: "And Cass; maybe you won't be so quick to go gambling away coin on knife games, eh?"

Since you lose the class feature, pretty sure they lose it. I had to buy mine.

BAHAHAHAHAHA
"T-thank ya"

"Coming right up!" she said cheerfully. Raw meat was easy enough, though she did check the coins before whisking out a slab as raw as you could really expect from a restaurant. Of course, frozen meat didn't make for good meals, so it wouldn't be too tough to get through. The drinks followed a few moments later, delivering drinks (copies of what they'd already ordered, to be exact) to the designated patrons. On the bright side, things seemed to be calming down, so maybe she'd be able to get through the day without the place being totally destroyed. She didn't quite believe in omens, but if she had, that would've been a bad one. Some decent clothes would be nice, too... but that was for later. "Anyone want a few snacks to go with the drinks?"

"Any peaches in a can miss?"

Uncanned would be fine too, but Durran new better than to ask.

A low growl rumbled forth from Stryke. The tension surrounding him must have been putting the bear on edge.

"Easy there Stryke. Bar woman! Might I have some food for my friend here? Meat, raw if you can, but cooked will do." It had been a while since Stryke had finished up that deer, he could probably go for another one. With his companion hopefully taken care of for the moment, his focus shifted to the two men beside him.

"My good friends, we are in a place of merriment and we should behave as such! Bar woman! A round for each of these fine men and women, if you please!" Baird slammed several coins onto the table. He couldn't allow the duster to come off as the bad-guy in this situation. Clearly they both felt the same about the man with horns, but he was more likely to question him than Baird was. The tall woman was also becoming aggressive, and that didn't help them at all. Hooded man and the furred one reacted to the man in a friendly enough manner, and matters would only be complicated further if sides were drawn. He had to ease the tension somehow, otherwise the rash behavior of those around him would only give the horned man more power.

I've noticed that no one has shared names yet. While appropriate, it just means that I'll have to keep referring to everyone as (insert feature) (insert gender). XD

I said my name at the beginning of the knife game, dunno if your character was "present" to hear it though.

"Mister gray coat, I've really done no harm, for would you really have gone sprinting into the night to rescue "my sister"? No none of anyone would, lest they were fools who saught to perish. Are you really so ready to cause physical harm over simple tall tale telling?" the smile grows annoyingly impish.

"Now I ain't never said nothing about hurting nobody. You want to come in and have a drink? You're welcome to it. But I'd recommend refraining from anymore 'tall tales', people may not take too kindly to them. 'Specially if they're coming from one so cloaked with the smell of blood."

With that he turns back, going for another handful of peanuts. Whoever the stranger was, he wasn't hot-headed. That meant, at least for now, there wouldn't be any problems.

Finally Durran swivels in his chair to face the stranger.

"Better stuff than that, least I'd like to think so."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

Above the stink of sweat and booze, the sent of stale blood wafted faintly from the traveler. Not exactly a good sign. On top of that too many of his claims didn't make any sense. Firstly, Durran hadn't met a bandit in his life brave enough to go fooling around with a lady that looked like that. Even if they did the stranger was acting awful casual for someone who blood relative was in such peril. And even then, bandits hadn't been spotted near WalMa for months, so what would they be doing here now? The settlement was too large to be a reliable hideout and boasted nothing in the way of a slave trade.

The stranger seemed awful committed to at least pressing the weight of his words, so Durran decided to take a gamble:

"No need to be pulling out any coins now stranger, I can see from here that your tongues got enough silver in it to pay for that meal ten times over."

He said it just loud enough to be heard by the tiefling over the din of the bar, motioning for a refill of his mug as he did so. He maintained his view forwards though, keeping the man in sight of his peripherals.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

Durran grabs a handful of stale nuts from the bar and eats them silently, keeping his eyes trained forward.

"Dunno, I don't often speak well of someone who walks into a bar in full armor, but that still ain't good reason to go hacking anyone up. Best just wait and see."

"Well..." Durran chews on his words before continuing "Can't say that I have the fortune of a great spirit guiding me none, I'm just an old man trying to make my living out here. Same as everyone else I 'spose."

He finishes the rest of his mug and sets it on the bar, then speaks again. "Though I will admit Baird, it is nice to sit down to some good company every once and a while. Some liquor and a few good friends can make this even these dark times seem a bit brighter."

"So anyone else going for the contest?"

"Sorry miss, lest you got yourself another target I don't think we will be carrying on. Congratulations though, fine marksmanship if I've ever seen it."

Durran takes a seat at the bar and continues to nurse his drink. "So what brings ya'll by these parts? If you don't mind me saying you don't seem the typical trading types, else you'd be up at the Center."

Durran McAnti wrote:

DM-Beowulf wrote:

Dex to attack with thrown weapons, and Baird's dex is pretty... Well, average. But I imagine the poster is pretty tore up. XD

Sorry, must have missed that in the houserules.

It's not a houserule. It's Paizo. :P

Doh

Dex to attack with thrown weapons, and Baird's dex is pretty... Well, average. But I imagine the poster is pretty tore up. XD

Sorry, must have missed that in the houserules.

"You're enthusiastic boy, I'll give ya that!" says Durran as he goes over to the target. He managed to wrench the two of the daggers from the wall, but had to leave the third. He grabbed the tattered remains of the poster as well. "Though seeing as the target has been thoroughly wrecked our game has come to an abrupt end. It looked to me that one of our new throwers here played the best, at least by my eye."

"Feel free, friend." says Durran as he hands off the knives to Valeria. "Though, like I told the others earlier, if ya wish to be making bets then that's yer business."

After she throws he whistles: "Damn good thing too, otherwise I'd be out a mite more than a couple of silver"

Baird still has to make his throws, plus anyone else who wishes to join in.

"HAR HAR!" exclaims Durran as the game continues. Fate seemed to have the intention of making a fool of everyone tonight.

"I may be too drunk, but I don't think you two are drunk enough!" he says as he draws a couple of un-minted silver coins from a pouch on his belt. He drops them into two empty mugs and places them onto the bar, a sign that they are waiting to be filled.

"When they come, drink up. Liquor 'round here'll put some fire in yer belly! Tonight's not a night ta be sober anyhow."

His friend had attracted a handful more of participants to Durrans ongoing game. It was nice to be in the presence of such good company, though the offers of coin made him a little nervous. Money was not something he had in great abundance and it would seem he would just have to hope things didn't get too out of hand.

"Howdy, names Durran. For those of ya looking to play: here's the deal. Each of you'll take three throws, the one with the best tosses'll be the winner."

To keep things simple, make three attack rolls at your highest bonus for a thrown dagger. We'll total the three results and the one with the highest total will take the game. Sound good?

As he picks up a few knives Durran turns back the other players: "And if yer looking to be making some money, take it up with me friend here. I'm just trying to have a bit of game meself, nothing more."

With that he once again takes aim, this time letting his fingers nimbly guide the throws:

Attack Roll: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12
Attack Roll: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
Attack Roll: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
Total: 31

The blades embedded themselves in varying places around the poster, though one had veered wildly towards the upper right corner of the paper. All in all the throws were little better than what could be expected from the average person. Groaning, Durran slowly raised the mug to his lips once again. "Oohh looks like a might have a bit too much of the creature in me already..."

Come in out the dust child, else the black lung'll take ya 'for your right time.

Music rang out across the bars ruined ceiling as a three-fingered piano player banged out an off-key rendition of Billy Joel's "Piano Man" from a half scorched book of sheet music. Smoke and laughter filled the room, muddying the already filthy air. Booze flowing freely from the tap washed away the patrons reason, and for a moment they forgot their lives in the scorched wastelands.

On the far side of the counter a game was going on amongst a few of the bars customers. A poster had been tacked up against the wall, likely taken from somewhere in the sprawling ruins. A hastily done target had been painted across the front, though not enough to completely cover the papers original message.

The next competitor stepped forward, an older man wearing simple sun-bleached traveling clothes. He picked up a knife from the counter, carefully taking aim before throwing it at the target:

Attack Roll: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20

The blade landed with a satisfying thud, sinking itself into the dot of the "i" in "Allied Front"

"HA!" exclaimed the thrower "Bullseye! That puts me 10 points ahead of the rest of you lot!"

He took a moment to swipe a mug off a passing tray and drink before continuing: "Couple of more rounds like that and it'll be y'all that pays for ol' Dunrrans drink tonight!"

Providing character for consideration, will be posting in the gameplay thread momentarily.

Alias should contain accurate and up-to-date statistics.

I noticed the bad spelling and grammar right away, I mean it is pretty awful, but figured maybe English wasn't his first language or something, so no big deal. If people were sending him abusive messages that's pretty lame, but that seems unlikely and since he went out after a comment that I made which was nothing of the sort I have to think the guy was just ridiculously over sensitive. This is EXACTLY why I didn't want to make an alias unless I got accepted

He was dyslexic for what it's worth, and though he appears to have a history of...conflicting opinions with others it is unclear if he could be categorized as "over sensitive".

And hey, at least you got another character you can use at some other time (maybe even soon if some messiah comes along and picks up this game).

Don't suppose anyone will be wanting to take the reins of this show then?

WELP

Guess that happened.

@Michale Cobb & Durran McAnti:
if not done please add Descriptions

I had one (reiterating here), just let me know if it's not enough.

"In his youth he was handsome, tall, and had blue eyes and rich black hair. Now his face is worn from sun and dirt, and his once black hair has become peppered with grey"

This does look interesting, and I'm a big fan of the movie(s), but it looks rather booked up.

Technically only one slot has actually been filled.

My stats are going to an Azata-blooded Aasimar of Mwangi extraction, with a level of Oracle in there, too.

Not to be a wet blanket, but I don't think Aasimar are on the list of allowed races.

Alright Bane88's submission, a gnome rifle user. Still working on backstory. I really want to know Ebb though. We could get a big and small aesthetic going.

The advanced firearms rules replace the gunsmithing class feature with gun training at first level.

For those of us with pending applications: can you provide any feedback on what you would like to see to bring characters up to your standards?

Wait, the revolver only has Capacity 1? Doesn't that kinda defeat the point of a revolver?

Revolver has capacity 6, do you mean rifle?

Here is my character submission, all information is in profile. Assumed average HD +1 for HP. Rolling for additional wealth:

5d10 ⇒ (9, 7, 4, 5, 10) = 35

List (added in links 'cause why not?):

Cronax - Elven Sniper
Bane
Durran McAnti - Human
Azten - Elf or Gnome
Kobold Cleaver - Ebb, Half-Orc Gunslinger/Rogue (maybe bard) Basic stats
GenThunderFist - Tiefling
Tsiron Ragmar - Gunslinger/Magus
OceanShieldWolf - Gunslinger/Samurai or /Ninja
Jimibones - Goblin, Goblin Gunslinger
DoubleGold

NOT SO FAST