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I am looking to try something different than the usual game. I want to see if an Old School game will work in PbP so I want to run a short introductory S&W adventure for 4 players (maybe 5).
I plan on using first level pregen characters for the 4 basic classes (Fighter, Cleric, Magic User, and Thief) plus an NPC hireling to tag along as a guide and also some extra muscle. If this goes well then I would start an actual campaign where you can roll up your own characters.
If you are interested then I STRONGLY encourage you to download and read this Quick Primer for Old School Gaming as the style of this game will be far different than the usual style. Also the rules for Swords and Wizardry are available for FREE as well.
As of right now, this is ONLY an interest check...If I get sufficient interest then I can change this to an Official Recruitment thread.
Thanks for checking this out!
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I am in a long standing PbP for a Legacy of Fire game which has been ongoing since Book 1 (we are now in the middle of Book 5) but have been on hold ever since our DM disappeared.
The good news is we may have found a replacement DM for this game, however the bad news is Paellet our halfling rogue player has been MIA for much longer than that. Since we would like to be at full strength for the ending of this long running game, we are asking someone to either take over Paellat or create a replacement character for him.
Paellet's profile can be found HERE.
HERE is our Campaign Info page, for reference.
HERE is a link for our GM replacement thread. If you want to join us then please post there to show your interest.
Rappan Athuk has been a place of evil for as long as it has existed. While it is presently the seat of Orcus’ power and home to many denizens of the Abyss, other evils flock to it like moths to a terrible lantern. Twenty-five miles south of the sunken mausoleum and then another ten mile’s trek inland to the edge of the Forest of Hope is a small, ordered community containing creatures that’d be happy to see Orcus and the goblin city of Greznek fall. In a natural cave, dozens of kobolds, hobgoblins and stranger things have worked together to form a ruthless and efficient society.
An exposed stone on a hillside is in fact a permanent image, designed to conceal its presence from roving monsters and other curious onlookers. Behind the illusion there is a serviceable path winding downward into a water-worn cave. This natural stone slowly changes into neat, serviceable carvings before finally flattening out and opening into a wide, artificial cavern. This is the entrance to Mitchrod, a handy Infernal word meaning “fortress” or “impale,” depending on its context. Within the fortress itself, Infernal is the preferred language and gold coins are accepted as currency. The town leader is a bearded devil named Komm who keeps things running smoothly. While rank-and-file monsters are generally well-behaved — or, at least, all grievances are settled in a controlled manner in the dueling ring — some divisiveness exists between the influential members of the society.
The entrance slopes down through neat but plain carved stone until it flattens out into a 20 ft. corridor that’s 10 ft. wide. At the end of the corridor, the area opens up into the Commons, a large circular room that once was part of the original cave. Constant traffic and careful sculpting smoothed it out and stained the limestone walls black. A gutter winds its way through the room, keeping the floor dry. The Commons has no furniture, but creatures congregate here where the air is fresh (for those who like that sort of thing). Anyone loitering is quickly moved on by one of the guards. Residents passing through move with disciplined purpose. The centerpiece of the Commons is the Tin Man, a squat iron golem-like creature that sits in the center of the room. It’s hard to tell what it once was (its dull iron plates and exposed gears bear no maker’s mark), but it now functions as Mitchrod’s first line of defense. It was unearthed when the cave was first cleared, and its origin is a mystery.
Making your way deeper inside the complex, you finally arrive at Korrigan’s Bar. This tavern could be the same as any found on the surface. A muscled human male with a scar running from his temple to his nostril stands behind the bar, polishing a glass with a rag. Three girls wait at long oak tables. A truly vicious-looking heavy flail rests on a rack behind the bar, deterring anyone from getting too unruly. The man is Korrigan, the owner of the bar.
Other places of interest you know of include the smithy, much like any found in a village. One of the striking differences is the blacksmith himself, an imp named Roam. There is also a Mushroom shop, Tivsaran’s Emporium of Wonders (the local store), The Church of Hectate, and Salish’s Surgery (the local infirmary)
You are all staying in the Dormitory for the moment. Rows of dorms separated by low walls give a semblance of privacy. A small desk in the northeast corner of the room is home to Watcher, an imp who is in charge of the dorms. Anyone wishing to stay in Mitchrod must ask Watcher for a room. The individual rooms are simple but efficient, and include one or more beds, a stone table, wooden stools and a few stone shelves and chests carved into the walls or bolted on. The doors to these rooms are not locked, and their walls don’t reach all the way to the ceiling. Watcher rents rooms for 2 sp per day to anyone who asks politely. Anyone who cannot afford that price (or wishing to settle in Mitchrod for the foreseeable future) must first find a job in Mitchrod, usually with the church or one of the shops.
As the taskmaster Komm is not known for his benevolence or his charity, you are waiting to hear what he wishes you to do in order to further advance the Infernal cause...
OK Feel free to RP among yourselves. I assume you are all at Korrigan's bar but you can be anywhere you like. Once we have done some ice-breaking, Komm will summon all of you to see him.
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OK we all know the classic tale of Good Vs.Evil...and this is especially true with the confrontation of the Army of Light and the dark forces of Orcus...Many hundreds of years ago, the forces of good allied to destroy the main Temple of Orcus in the ancient city of Tsar. With their temple in ruins, the surviving high priests of this accursed demon-god fled the city with an army of enemies on their trail — an army of heroic fighters, clerics and paladins—led by Zelkor, a powerful wizard. The exact fate of these evil priests was then unknown, for not only did the remnants of the followers of Orcus disappear from all human reckoning, but so did the Army of Light that followed after them disappear as well. Some said that in the eternal scales the loss of so many good men was a fair price to pay to rid the world of so much evil.
The evil cult, however, had not been destroyed. The surviving priests and their followers instead settled on a hill near the Forest of Hope, a sylvan woodland near the Coast Road. There they found a vast underground complex of caverns and mazes, carving out a volcanic intrusion beneath the hill. There, the priests of Orcus found the perfect lair to continue their vile rituals. For many years, they carried on in secret, hidden from the light and from the knowledge of men...
But not to the knowledge of Orcus’ other sworn enemies...The forging of Demonbane, a legendary weapon forged by the arch-devil Baalzebul, shows that Orcus has made enemies on many fronts, and may soon have a fight on his demonic hands that he is not fully expecting….with the Infernal forces that continually war against him.
YOU are a member of these infernal forces, charged by your devil superiors to take the fight to Orcus and vanquish him once and for all! Take the mantle of Infernal Champion...destroyers of Orcus and conquerors of Rappan Athuk!
...If you dare...
OK if you think you can handle this evil themed campaign then by all means feel free to submit your ‘bad to the bone’ character. I will accept 4 to 6 characters.
Here are the rules for character creation:
All character submissions should have a decent backstory (a paragraph will do nicely). I am not looking for a novel here just a couple of background tidbits.
This game is set in The Lost Lands world (The Frog God Games campaign world) not Golarion, therefore those deities will be available for worship instead. The official deity worshiped in your home base is Hecate, Goddess of Evil Magic. I will provide a list of deities on request for those who wish to play a divine class and worship a different deity.
Some Additional House rules:
The flavor of this game will be dungeon exploration to start out (obviously), and it will be a bit railroad-y at first as you will be tasked to prove yourselves , but as you gain levels political intrigue WILL come into play. Currently, you are perhaps the weakest faction among those you will encounter in and around Rappan Athuk so making allies and alliances (both temporary and permanent) is to be expected.
Also a note on PvP actions::
They are STRICTLY prohibited! I will strictly enforce this one! Just because you are evil does not mean you have free reign to slaughter your teammates here (at least openly anyway). You are here to perform a job, not to indulge your baser emotions. If you insist on trveling down that road, just keep two things in mind:
1) Devils can Teleport without Error at will, and
I am looking to recruit 4 to 6 players for this game, so I will leave recruitment open until I get a suitable roster. If you have any questions for me, feel free to ask!
Good luck! (You will need it to survive the Prince of Undead's machinations, he he...actually that should be Evil luck, right?)
I am looking to replace a player who has stopped posting in this Shattered Star AP. We have nearly completed the first module (Shards of Sin) and all of the other players are 4th level.
The other players are:
Horven Graveltoes, male Halfling Rogue,
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This is NOT first come-first served. Recruitment will close on 9 pm PST Monday 10/6 .
I am looking to replace a player who dropped out of this game due to RL issues. We are going to be starting the Shattered Star AP so please check out the Players Guide.
The other players are:
What I am looking for right now are just a brief synopsis of your characte, including race and class. A well fleshed background is preferred. I will be working with you to flesh out your characters BG. Keep in mind you will be a member of the Pathfinder Society
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As for the character class, I am of the opinion players should play what they want :). However, I know this group sorely lacks a melee fighter and also arcane firepower. After talking with the other players , they agreed either a melee tank (Fighter) or a melee/arcane specialist (Magus?) would be best for the group cohesion/survival. I plan on adding one, and possibly two characters to this game so feel free to throw up an interesting concept. I won't mind :)
This is NOT first come-first served. Recruitment will close on 9 pm PST Halloween.
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Hello, Paizo Customer Service minions!
I wanted to let you know when I received my copy of 'Blood of Angels', pages 9 through 24 were missing from the inside cover. I checked the outside binding and also the staples and I do not see any damage to the book at all. I also checked the shipping package and no sign of the missing pages. To my (admittedly untrained) eye, it looks like the pages were never assembled to begin with.
Please advise...if you need me to return my copy, I would be more than happy to do so, if only to see if something happened prior to Paizo receiving the book.
PS. You guys are great, did I mention that already?
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For reasons both personal and out of your control, you have all found yourselves in Absalom. Some of you were born here, and others just visiting the so-called Jewel of the Inner Sea. In any event, all of you have your own wounds and scars you carry in your soul, much like the city you now call home.
After returning to your separate abodes, you all find yourselves feeling more tired than can be expected, and find yourselves drifting into a restless slumber...
As you dream...you see in your mind's eye as if from peering from a great distance ...
A leaning monument to the district’s pain, this four-story courthouse is a crumbling marvel of cracked plaster and chipped marble. Once a testament to justice wrought in shining white stone, the courthouse is now a crushed dream, its wretched exterior corrupted by a bloated evil festering within. Rainwater from a recent downpour mixed with mulch oozes from ruptures in the rock like pus bubbling from a wound. The structure of the eastern wing of the upper floor buckled long ago, and now the bell tower tilts perilously, appearing as though it might careen to the ground below at any moment. Two massive pillars frame the heavy oak doors of the court. The pillars’ surfaces run with cracks and fissures like so many burst veins. The doors sag in their archway like the drooping eyes of a madman. The surrounding structures long ago fell in upon themselves in supplication to the creaking courthouse. A salt wind blows up the precipice and rakes across the tangled weeds of Beldrin’s Bluff. The whole building groans as the wind blows, its tortured lamentation fading to a rasping hiss as the wind ebbs. This croaking murmur never completely fades away. The sun sets in the west, the last slivers of twilight painting the courthouse blood red as darkness creeps closer....
Then your view of the courthouse vanishes, only to be replaced by another vision...
The courtroom buzzes with nervous anticipation. Dozens of eyes, from the crowd behind you and the jurors’ box across the aisle, focus on you. The expressions range from contempt to pity, but there is no forgiveness in their faces. The magistrate slams down his gavel repeatedly and snarls for silence. The murmur of the crowd relents as the stocky magistrate draws up to his full height, smoothing a silver beard with one hand as he sets down his gavel and focuses on you with shining green eyes.
"Jarbin Mord. For the brutal and savage slaying of your own wife and six-year-old boy, it is the verdict of this jury, with which I concur wholeheartedly, that you shall hang by your neck until dead. May the gods take mercy on your blackened soul."
A clack of wood on wood is followed by a whip crack of rope drawing taut. The crunch of vertebrae echoes off the walls. A man’s booted feet twitch freakishly as his last breath rasps from his ruined throat in a choking death rattle. You suddenly realize the man is you, and you look down in horror at your own twitching legs. The crowd jeers with delight and laughs as you rasp your last.
A hulking man is hunched over in this dark dreary corridor of cold flagstone, his back to you. His right hand works feverishly, sawing away at something unseen with a blood-slick shortsword as he gibbers: “Show me the way, Sashrala, you can do it. Use your magic to show me out of here. I love you. I love you so much. Just please show me the way!” With a final wet snap of sinew, blood pools at the man’s feet and he hefts the gory head of a beautiful elven woman. “Thank you, Sashrala. I love you.” The man cries and laughs at once as he kisses her still-working lips and then thrusts her head forward like a lantern. The poor woman’s eyes still blink in disbelief; you get the horrid sense she can still see as her mouth trembles out a vain and silent plea for mercy. Her body lies in a pool of blood flowing freely from her hacked neck. Her right arm is outstretched, her finger pointing toward something beyond the darkness.
A cloaked figure enters a small attic. A voluptuous woman with dark features sits in a rocking chair, swaying as she hums and knits a sweater for a small child. She looks up, alarm on her face, as the figure closes, its back to you as it advances toward her. Slowly the alarm changes to horror as the figure looms over her.
Slowly, the vision fades away as you return to consciousness, but the sight that greets you is almost as disturbing. The dying gray light of sunset peeks through slits in the boarded windows, barely illuminating a yawning courtroom replete with pews and a towering bench covered in cobwebs. A shadowed mural on the domed ceiling above depicts Iomedae in her shining plate mail of gilded sunlight, locked in mortal combat with Norgorber, Calistria, and Asmodeus, holding the trifecta of evil at bay with her shining sword. You find yourself in a jurors’ box, and you are not alone. In the other chairs, figures stir in the darkness, each emerging from troubling dreams into a new nightmare.
Glancing around you, you all realize the number of people in this room is twelve. In addition to yourselves, you see
OK, the adventure has begun! Feel free to interact with each other now. The four of you are seated together in the south jury area, while the other eight people are seated apart from you in the north area, murmering softly to each other and stealing glances at the four of you when they think you won't notice them.
Absalom is an old city and no stranger to murder. Throughout its history, countless men, women, and children have met horrible ends in its darkened alleys, shaded tenements, and abandoned buildings. They choke on their own blood until their bodies surrender up their souls, but they never leave. Absalom’s dead linger. They dance in shadows at the edge of lantern-light. They peer between the cracks of creaking floorboards. Their phantom breath sends shivers down the spines of the living. No home in Absalom is without its haunts, ghosts, and whispers. The sounds of a weeping child from the attic in the dead of night, the moans of a tortured maid issuing from the basement of a crumbling manor, and the croaking rasp of a strangled man just beyond a bedroom window—all are heard for a moment amid a night’s storm and then swallowed up by thunder or silence. Some dismiss them as fancy or imagination, but we know better. The dead lurk all around us, in air and shadow, between the walls and right at your back. They watch while you sleep, and wait, moaning in the dark, united in their tireless hatred of the living.
OK after a long time of being a player in these boards, I have decided to take the plunge and try running a short horror-based adventure based in Absalom on Golarion. Should this game go well, I plan on continuing this campaign with these characters (assuming they survive that is, he he) and eventually move into some pretty EPIC stuff.
What I am looking for right now are just a brief synopsis of your characte, including race and class. A well fleshed background is preferred. I will be working with you to flesh out your characters BG. Keep in mind none of you will know the other characters to start out though.
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This is NOT first come, first served. I will close recruitment on Wednesday July 4. Feel free to ask any questions you may have.
Thanks for giving this rookie DM a try out and Good Luck!
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You dream…dreams of warm desert sands, dreams of waking on the throne of the Sand-shaper Empire…and then finally you dream of your death, of feeling the blades plunging into your back and your sides, and then darkness closing in on you. Knowing that your death is real. Now, for the first time in many years, you breathe air, the hot dry air sears your lungs for the first time in decades.
As you look in your sarcophagus, the memories flood back into your mind,. Of your last night spent alive and the banquet thrown in your honor. Thoughts of REVENGE flood your mind.
A quick search of your burial chamber reveals some equipment buried with you, of particular usefulness is the ‘Replenishing Skin’, which allows you to slake your thirst. But hunger soon rears its ugly head and you realize if you do not find food, then your second life will be quite short. Already, the growls of your stomach have grown noticeable.
The chamber itself is 25 ft by 15 ft. and the only other thing you see in here is 2 large rubies that are affixed to the wall above your sarcophagus. Looking closer, it appears there were 2 other niches that also held gems, but no longer. It appears to be otherwise empty and undisturbed. You do see a door in one wall, and it appears the only way out of here.
Edit, lurkers welcome, he he
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To all players:
You have found yourselves up in the region of Lastwall, and around the town of Vigil, where you have all been summoned to meet with the Lord of Vigil, some by the promise of gold and some, freedom. When you meet him, some of you are surprised to learn he is a dwarf, as dwarves are uncommon in this part of Golarion.
I’m going to reset you so you never left Vigil, also you have been offered a pardon for your crimes, your other background details are good.
You spent most of your time trying to track your…friend Alexander Redraven down, but were not able to find him. You did hear rumors he traveled to Barovia before the start of winter. Maybe he is looking for you!
He says to all of you:
"Word has come down from sources in the area that there has been several unusual deaths and reports of strange undead over the last few weeks. One of my other smaller squads lead by a paladin of Iomedae entered the area 2 weeks ago they were to have reported back about this area two days ago via a sending. As yet I have heard nothing. I am sending you guys into find out what happened to them and to locate Ashlyn, the paladin I mentioned before. Her or her corpse as may be the case The last sending I got a week ago mentioned that they had a lead and that they were traveling in this region to someplace called Barovia. I looked into our libraries at the War College and there was only vague references to a minor noble family called the Von Zarovich, it didn't mention whether they were vassals of the Whispering Tyrant, however there seems to be reports of evil magics and the like tied to this family. Be cautious and wary. And may the strength of the Brotherhood that stands the Lastwall be with you."
He provides a charcoal drawing of Ashlyn for you to keep, in order to recognize her or her body.
"I will provide each of you 1,000 gp for the safe return of her or her body, also if you can get to the bottom of what is happening there.
P.S. Also here is a LINK for the previous IC thread.