Pathfinder, Earth, a game running on for two years now, needs some positions filled in its team. As it is we have an Oracle/Bloodrager, a Time Thief rogue, a blaster, and an Alchemist, and we're looking for players and characters who fill roles besides those.
The decision of who makes it into the game will be a joint one between me and the players, equally, and we are looking for a quick-poster to help speed up the game.
It is also worth mentioning that the next adventure takes place in Japan, should you decide whether or not that becomes part of your character.
Thanks for your time and I look forward to seeing all your submissions.
You wake up in a dark room on a rickety bed. Light peaks in through the curtains. Soon, you realize, this isn't your room. Looking around, it's clear that this isn't even a room of the century you're from. You have no idea how you got here, or where the hell you annoying roommate Steve is.
There is no technology, no clock. Standing up, green letters surprise you, appearing in front of your face.
Welcome to Golarion. Please Insert Username. It says, then gives you a keyboard to type into.
Finished typing, a large bag of equipment falls to your feet.
Hello fellow gamers. I throw before you a project of epic proportions.
Here I was, scrolling down the Pantheon of TVTropes when a thought came to my head. 'Damn. This would make a good setting for an RPG."
So there I fiddled with the idea for a little bit, coming up with the barest rules and the general skeleton of the setting. Then, as life tends to do, it reminds me that I don't have enough time for building an entire system from the ground up. So here I seek partners in my venture to eventually bring this game to the light of these boards.
Rules. What I've come Up with So Far.
-Character Level. You start out with about ten Tropes. These are your most prominent character traits, but far from your only ones. Each trope applies a wide selection of benefits and bonuses, along with some granting penalties in addition to the benefits. With each level gained, you gain one additional trope.
-Trope Level. Each trope has a select number of levels. With each level, you can level-up one of your tropes to the next level. Along the lines of Downplayed, to Played Straight, to Exaggerated, etc (more to come, perhaps along the line of a Trope Tree).
-Skills. The skills are fluid, and you gain four skill points for every Character level (40 at the start). Tropes may affect individual skills, or aspects of them.
-Other stats. Hit points, defense, reflex, fort, will, etc, would be preferable, and level-scaled, with certain tropes affecting them.
-Event Tropes. Certain tropes are more event-specific than character-specific, such as for settings, actions, cliche plot twists, etc. These should be featured... Somehow. Not sure how, yet.
Setting
-The players would be non-ascended original characters in a land between the multiverses (Hereby refered to The Station). Starting out fighting for themselves, then fighting for or against the various factions in the pantheon over the multiverse (ultimate crossover potential!) with The Station acting as their HUB.
There it is. Might have missed a few things, but hell, that's inevitable. Overall, it seems like a very freeflow game than rules-centric, at this point. Hopefully I see this progress into a game, and hopefully, I get to play as a character in it.
It happened to all of you. Most of you have heard of the man before, maybe having read one of his comic books before. Either way, the pictures on the page didn't quite do the man justice.
He was dressed entirely in black, a hooded coat that fell under his knees, vest, button-up shirt, and tie underneath, steal-tipped boots and silk gloves. His face was covered entirely in a black cloth, save for a white half-mask that covered his right eye. Wherever he stared, it seemed to be at you.
When he spoke, his voice was soft, barely there, ghost-like. However quiet, you have no trouble hearing him as he makes you an offer.
Dr. Apocalypse:
After a long night, you return home. The door was already open, and the light in your bedroom was on.
Should you walk in, you see nobody, no sign of disturbance aside from the light switch.
Then a finger taps you on the back.
Turning around, you see him, the Black Phantom, the first supposed hero to combat you on your old schemes. Last time he was so close, you were both at each others' necks. Last time you saw him in general, he was testifying against you.
Long time, Doctor. He said after whatever reaction you might have. I was beginning to miss you. How is the straight-and-narrow path going for you?
He walks around you and enters the room. Was beginning to miss you. You were truly exceptional as a foe. I'd punch you, you'd trap me, I'd escape, I'd punch you, you'd trap me, you'd escape. It was quite the dance. I miss it. Sometime I'd look back and reminisce. You hear him laugh a bit, the first time to your memory that he did such. I don't think you're... done, though.
He hums. An expression from him you're more familiar with.
I'm forming a team. Said the Phantom. Perfect for you. Unorthodox. You'd... like them, I think.
Then he does something completely unexpected, raising his arm and coughing into his sleeve. This was the most human gesture you've ever seen from him. I don't expect you to take me up on my offer. I'm just... curious. You said you want to change, and I want to believe it. He leaves, clapping his hand on your shoulder. The New Masquerade meets up on the 24th, midnight, at the ECPD. Go through the back, there will be officers waiting for you to usher you to our base of operations. Show up, or don't. Your choice to make, Doctor. He walked out your front door and said. Be seeing you, Doctor.
Ravager:
Walking home from school, you see something horribly familiar in one of the alleys.
There was a monster that fit your recollections of the beast you turned into. An arrow pointing into the Alley, and red letters spelling out Ravager.
In the Alley, as you pass by, is face peering at you that is familiar to anyone who's spent enough time in Eden City.
The Black Phantom hides behind the dumpster. As you take a few hesitant steps, you hear his voice speak to you in perfect Japanese.
Masumi-San. He said, not yet showing himself. You've caused quite a bit of a stir out there. I'm impressed.
You creep closer to him, and there he is, leaning against the alley-wall.
You want to learn to control that friend of yours? He asked, his tone was cordial, if a bit neutral. You want to aim it at the bad guys?
He leans further against the wall, as if he was putting his weight against it as part of a necessity. You've heard of the Masquerade, right? Formed in 1935, dissolved in 1950, one of the first great superhero teams. He tilted his head at you. There's going to be a new one. I think you would make addition. Midnight, on the 24th, the members I've selected will meet behind the ECPD. I'd like to see you there. It could be good for you. Both of you.
He gestures his head forward, you follow it, and the second you look back, he's not there any more.
The Darkstorm:
You followed the scum, so close, but he managed to evade you thus far. He rabbited behind the local nightclub, the Black Adder.
Though when you finally caught up to him, he was already knocked out-cold in a rain-puddle, the famous Black Phantom adjusting his tie above the body.
Good job. You heard him say. You got... most of them. He tapped his foot against the side of the man. Don't worry, he's still breathing. I've just adjusted the shape of his nose. He looked to you, you see his chest take in a deep inhale, then an exhale. He didn't do so much as move for a second or two.
Darkstorm... Darkstorm... Good name. A bit nineties, though I'm not one to talk. Black Phantom... That was a unique name in the thirties. He nods at you. You want to be a big-name superhero? Attend meetings in the Hall with Superman and Stark?
He paused. Do you want to revive the Masquerade? He asked. I'm starting up a reformation of sorts for the old team. You belong there, and I think you know it. Midnight, the 24th, at the back of the ECPD, if you want come then and there, and you'll see the rest of the team, and you'll see yourself on a path towards the history books, if not the comic shelves.
He turns his back and walks away. I'll let you clean this mess up. See you later.
Axel:
Walking into your trailer, the first thing wrong you notice is that the door wasn't locked. The next thing was that there was a cloaked vigilante sitting in your seat.
Good show. He said, not turning his head to look at you. I give it two thumbs up, a standing ovation. You work well as an ensemble, I think. He stands and turns to you. He rises slowly, gripping hard onto the armrests of the chair as he does so. Would you like a new one? You can keep the costume. In fact, your costume will be a perquisite. Hm... that's no regular circus costume, is it? He mused. You have great potential there. Our troupe is meeting in the back of the ECPD at midnight on the 24th. Fame, fortune and the like will follow. We might even get our own comic series. The Black Phantom and the New Masquerade, I can picture it now... He shook his head. My comic's not up to my liking, at the present. The current plot line is stretching my patience with the character.
He walked past you. If you're ready for the real limelight, show up.
Atsuko:
Your dorm room was empty. There was a white rose on your bed, attached to it was a small note written in flowery cursive.
Dear Meta-Human Atsuko.
Please open the window, it's cold outside.
Then you hear a tap, and none other than the black Phantom was on your window-sill.
When you open it, he sits himself on the window, grunting, straightening a stiff back.
I was out there for about an hour. I thought you'd be here earlier. What were you up to? He shakes his head. Regardless, I've noticed you have a... gift. You haven't been doing all that great a job at hiding it, but that just makes my job here easier. On the 24th, midnight, I will have a gathering behind the ECPD. From there, the New Masquerade will form. There's a lot of great potential in Eden nowadays. Young folks like you only just starting to show what they're capable of. You can make quite the difference if you choose to. And I get the hunch you want to.
He gets up and turned towards the window. I'm going to jump out the window now. I'm going to see you at the ECPD, right?
He leapt. You don't hear the impact, and you don't see him on the ground.
Thoughtform.:
Thoughtform was a unique case. The Phantom wasn't so much looking for him, as did the being find the Phantom, with his arrival, came a plea.
Your past. The Phantom said, observing the being intently. You think I'm a part of it? That I can help you... find it? He hummed. I'm not sure if you can understand me completely, but I'll help you, on one condition. If you can understand me, I'm going to ask you a favor. You seem capable of... something. Perhaps something useful. I'll tell you where and when I want to see you next, then you'll come and hear me out, meet new people. Sound good?
He waited for a reply.
Good, here we go.
Felix:
On your walk home, as you pass and alley, an unseen force tugs at your sleeve. That tug soon turns into a yank, which soon turns into you being held against the alley-wall.
Felix Cabricornius, what a stroke of luck that I would find you here, eh? Heheh. The Black Phantom said, inches from your face. He let go, then brushed the dust from your shoulders. You could run, but it didn't look like the man was going to try anything on you.
Now, I've had my eye on you for quite a while. You're looking for something. What a coincidence, I'm looking for something, too. I think we could scratch each other's backs here, how about you?
[/b]I'm forming a team, a New Masquerade, they will meet on the 24th, midnight, behind the ECPD. Your interests, I've noticed, might align with ours should we work separately, so I suggest a partnership. You keep those... things you're searching for, and I make use of your unique services?[/b] He stepped away, you notice him straighten out his back, and you hear a pop. I'll see you soon, I think.
Tau:
Late at night in the Embassy, you get the most unusual of visitors. The Black Phantom, vigilante of the night, actually comes walking through your door.
Hello there. He said cordially, bowing slowly. Honor is mine, I'm sure. He stepped to your desk, leaning heavily on it and grunting. Two things, your secretary could use a raise, she's a real sweet lady, and second, I have an offer for you to protect a country you owe absolutely nothing to.
He hummed.
Well, one country for starters. If things go well, and we could go global. See, a New Masquerade is forming. You have abilities vital to it. And if it helps your consideration, I'm not American, either.
He placed a file on your desk. Everything you need to know is in there. Time, place, chicken or fish. I hope you consider it. Royalty is good for publicity. He pushed himself away from the desk and waved goodbye. Pleasure meeting you, Tau.
Mick:
You were on your last spoonful of catfood. It was always a shame that moments like these never lasted.
You hear a knock on the door.
Delivery. You hear. Fancy Feast.
Your curiosity is piqued.
Opening the door, indeed, the first thing you notice is a package of catfood cans, then, probably due to your relative in-familiarity to earth customs and fashions, you notice that the deliveryman was not dressed what most would call normal.
Alright, so I lied a bit. He said, first handing you the goods. I'm actually a talent scout, and you've caught my eye. I know for a fact that A. You don't have a cat. The darkly-dressed man said. And B. you're not human. That's alright, though. I know quite a few aliens. They're all on superhero teams, so here I was thinking, the New Masquerade needs it's token alien. Who better than you? I want to acquire your services for a team of men and women out to change this world, what do you say? There will be more of that... food where that comes from. We meet at midnight, outside the ECPD. He steps away, closing the door behind him.
It's finally midnight. When you arrive at the back parking lot, there's a redheaded woman of about forty there to meet you.
So you're here for the New Masquerade, then? She asked, eying you. The Phantom sure knows how to pick 'em. Well, come on in.
She leads you through the back door, through a short hallway, then a locked door to a janitor's closet. She moves a health-and-safety plaque to reveal a button she presses. The room starts moving, like an elevator, then the moment it stops, a sliding door opens to reveal the Phantom's HQ.
A few of you sure didn't know what to expect from the Phantom's lair. But whatever was in your head, it probably wasn't what you're looking at now.
It looked more like a sport's bar than a lair, complete with an actual bar to make actual drinks. There was a fridge, a coffee machine, and a large table with various snacks and drinks in the center, in addition to a can or two of cat food. There was a flat-screen television on the wall, and a quality set of speakers currently playing Queen's You Are My Best Friend.
On the wall hung pictures of the Phantom buddying up with other heroes, the biggest of them was of the original Masquerade. There were four glass cases. Three were empty, but the other had within it a simplistic black costume and a domino mask fitted for a young teenager. The Phantom's original costume.
The woman sighs. Well, I'm to leave you here before the Phantom and his two side-kicks arrive. They insisted you'd all get to know each other before he arrived. She left back up the elevator.
Pathfinder, Earth
Hello there my recruitment friends! Me and my players are currently mid-adventure and our caster left. Now here we are seeking out someone to take his place at the beginning of the next chapter. We are looking for a caster character, which can be arcane or psychic, at your choice.
-25 Point Buy
-Any Race, but no race-builder.
-Any Arcane/Psychic Spellcaster class.
-Uses the Anti-Hero player option (instead of hero-points, gains one extra bonus feat at 1st level)
-Start at level 2, using max die roll for 1st level and half dice for second. Rest will be rolled normally in discussion.
-2 Character traits (must match background) or 3 traits and a drawback.
-Will accept monster PCs if they add up to CR2 and are particularly interesting.
-We are using the Background skill system from Pathfinder Unchained.
As this is a game played in an Earth where the myth and magic of Pathfinder is common-place, feel free to play around with that in your background, and we would appreciate it if you got yourself familiar to the campaign with the above link. Can't wait to see what you have in store for us.
If your story had to start anywhere, it sure as hell better not start with the weather.
Regardless, rain bombarded the cobblestone path in front of you, puddles exploding violently under the heavy-soled leather boots of passers-by. Barely any of them had actual faces, they were just part of the scenery, there was only one recognizable face.
It was always the barkeep. In a cruel twist of irony, the only faces anyone in this drunk and dirty town was their suppliers. This one was Hilgi "The Crone" Callig, dragging a bucket with both her skinny, veiny arms and dumping it's filth into the streets, the wind carrying it's new and unusual smell into your direction.
Hilgi was liked by few, but just as few could say they hated her. Her Inn, The Mist House, was beloved around these parts, receiving a steady stream of patrons and keeping the ale flowing freely. It also stood as a decent middle-ground between Pale Garden's arrogant bouncer and haughty wine selection, and Ol' Boy's tunic-less toilsdays.
The old woman looked to the violet-painted sky and shook her head, muttering something to herself. The moon wasn't visible. It was hidden behind the watercolor clouds that were the norm in Ustalav. Whatever the Crone saw, however, she didn't like it, though she didn't like most things.
What was to like? Another tyrant was on the rise, and he was using this very town as the main stage for his schemes. Ikron III, an overambitious crime-lord who decided to make his manor his palace, and his lounge-chair his throne. Everyone knows that the mayor holds no power here, he was on the floor, under the boot of Ikron. The decrepit countess Solismina fared no better.
Her eyes then fell on you. She was open in her dislike of anything Kellid, save for their money and tendency to drink enough for the rest of the pub. She retreated back. Kellid's never faired exactly well in this street, no matter how well one dressed.
You hear a male's laughter behind you.
Rude, isn't it? Asked a deep, smooth voice with a rumbling purr at the end of the sentence. Turning around, the face didn't quite it. Young, in his twenties, at first glance. Pale skin, choppy black hair, and effeminate features, dressed well in nobleman's clothes. She doesn't even know if you deserve it. To be fair, though, you're hardly open with your self-destruction. He smiled, then claps his hand on your shoulder. You'll be... amusing.
With that, he took one last look into your eyes before leaving you behind.
Welcome to Eden City, New York.
1935 in this very city, one of the first organized teams of super-powered individuals was formed. The Masquerade. Consisting of the super-strong Obsidian, The bionic Raider, the steel-skinned Aegis, the soaring Gale, the famed gunslinger Velocity, the mage Magus, the pyrotechnic Sun-Flare, and the teenaged Black Phantom.
Fast forward to 2016, and the Masquerade is still remembered fondly as a milestone and a codifier in the history of superheroics.
Recently, the only remaining active member of the team, the mysterious Black Phantom, has expressed an interest in forming a new team, a New Masquerade. He's searching for b-list heroes, relative unknowns, to call upon to form a new team for the new times.
~The Setting~
Marvel meets DC in this amalgam universe. The Avengers and Justice league are well established teams, and are on more-or-less good terms with each other. I'd be happy to entertain any questions on the specifics directed at me.
~Character Building Rules~
-Original characters only. No established superheroes from either Marvel or DC. Be creative.
-Power Level 10.
-150 Power Point Buy.
-Be creative. Take inspiration from the various ages and genres of comic-books, anime, manga, tv, etc.. Feel free to play around with the many tropes of the genre(s) in any way you see fit.
-You're either b-list heroes, new to the game, or new to the earth. Exceptions might be made with a convincing enough backstory.
-I want good motivations and complications. Be creative, I appreciate it. Why are they heroes? Why did they accept the offer? How do they go about their work?
Prologue: Float On Heaven's Scythe was running on a skeleton crew. It was three quarters of what was technically needed, though that was always more of a suggestion than a full-on rule, in the Captain's opinion, and under half of what it could fit comfortably. Walking down the halls, it almost appeared dead. The surest sign of life was a torrent of creative curses uttered by Captain Mercer as he stormed down the halls. "Gods-Damned engine failure my sweet arse." His fists clenched tightly. "Where in the Nine Hells is my pilot!" He shouted down the halls, his voice echoing. "Bloody auto-pilot's on the fritz and we're still a day away from Cheliax.
Mercer was a tall, broad Ulfen man in his late thirties, long hair slipped tightly into a traditional hat that he saw on the holo-dramas and thought might look dashing, beard kept neat and tidy with the care that a dwarf might possess. Normally a patient man, shouting has become more and more common nowadays since a good chunk of his crew left him last month in the Wrayiff System, and took most of hi patience with him.
Now all he wanted was to dock this ship in Cheliax, pick up the supplies they needed for a month already, and take his leave from that Devil's Rock.
He tried to calm down. "Besmara help us." He muttered.
Here's where I typically like the players to introduce themselves and roleplay a bit. Have fun, and be sure to tell your story about how you made it onto the Scythe. Now would also be a good time to discuss in the discussion board who is the pilot.
In the distant galaxy of Golarion, wars are fought, magic reigns, and expeditions are launched. Kingdoms rise ad fall, the reach of tyrants stretches across planets, and noble souls fight across the rims. Smugglers and pirates dodge patrols in their FTL spacecraft as dog-fights flash across the air in brilliant colors.
You've probably seen these tropes before, but that's the point. This is a Space Opera, and it isn't trying to be anything other than that. Pure Pathfinder fun where the nations and cities are planets and moons, the races are aliens, the scope is larger, and the magic still intact. This odd galaxy needs saving, and it'll take a team and their trusty ship to do so.
Character Build Information:
-Start at Level 2
-25 point ability buy
-Any 1st Party class and archetype. 3rd party classes and archetypes will be considered if sent links/explanations.
-Any Race. Monsters will be considered if total CR adds up to 2.
-Will consider Races from the Race-builder. Appreciates things that take advantage of the setting, (droids, LGMs, etc..)
-Max HP 1st level, roll on discussion thread every level after. Reroll 1s.
-May choose from +1 hit point, +1 skill point, and your racial favored class bonuses.
-Uses anti-hero class option as detailed in the Advanced player guide. Bonus feat at 1st level instead of hero points.
-Max starting gold for your class x2
-2 Traits (must match background).
-May take drawback for extra trait or Major Drawback for extra feat.
-Uses Background Skills as detailed in Pathfinder Unchained.
-Bonus Feat; Weapon Proficiency (Firearms), representing the ubiquity of 'blasters' (read; reskinned firearms), unless you personally feel your character would have no reason to need such a feat.
Character Expectations:
-Must be a consummate roleplayer.
-Detailed character background, motivation, personality, etc.
-Feel free to world-build with your character.
-Be sure to throw in a few 'hooks' with your character description. Little things that I can take and use for the story, and against you :)
-Feel free to add your own planet in your backstory. There are certainly more planets then there are Golarion nations.
-Looking for about 6-8 members for our "Crew."
-On a minor note, I adore character quirks that I haven't seen used on a character yet. Go wild. We're gonna be a weird bunch.
A Bit of Fluff and Crunch:
-Swords are still a very popular option due to the presence of magic and enchantments.
-The new skills needed in this world will be handled with preexisting skills. (i.e Profession (Pilot), Profession (Mechanic), Craft (Technology), etc..)
-On top of that, technology feats from the Pathfinder Technology Guide may be used (and may be found on d20pfsrd.com) to interact with the tech in this world in any special way that is require. Due to the prevalence of technology in this world, I might be convinced to waive certain perquisites for such feats.
-All firearms can be assumed to be fairly technologically advanced, but to preserve whatever balance these types of weapons leave us with, the damage does not change, and neither do the mechanics. The tech come from the next on this list.
-Within reason, enhancement bonuses on weapons and armor can be taken as either magic, or tech. (instead of a flaming sword, it could be an internally heated plasma blade, for example). This leaves it immune to anti-magic effects, but susceptible to short-circuiting on rolls of natural ones and other special occasions, and likewise, doesn't surpass magic-susceptible DR.
-To avoid those instances where some poor Gm's (me) head explodes, space combat will be handled abstractly, possibly just boiling down to Profession (pilot), Base attack bonus+Dexterity, and Mechanics to repair damage or hold the ship together after a blast.
There ya go. Feel free to PM me if ya need to.
I expect this thread to go on for a week or two, And I'm expecting a crew of about 8, as I love a good load of characters, and I've developed strategies for dealing with large groups.
Am looking forward to your characters :)
The Birdcage is in an uproar. Questions shouted. "Where are we? Why is this happening?"
This was growing too long to just be a dream. Unrest swept the hub world.
Many 'players' have already left on their own 'adventures.' Others were caught in fear and never left their cozy birdcage.
Then there were six unique cases. The gates beckoned them. The rest of Golarion was laid out before them.
Honestly, there were legendary first meetings between legendary heroes, and then there was this one.
The Town Square was half-full, though some with the more negative disposition would say it was half-empty.
Almost like everyone in a bar all pairing off suddenly, just leaving a small group of awkward singles determined not to stick out in the crowd, the players in the Square were separating into groups, forming parties, leaving six individuals alone in the center of the Square. Through general happenstance, these six future heroes became the only two singles in the bar.
What was your business in the town square, folks? Thoughts running through your heads? Post in and introduce yourselves.
Somewhere along the line, something's gone horribly wrong.
Out of nowhere, people by the hundreds were disappearing without a trace off the face of the Earth in their sleep, never to be found again. The world is in a state of panic, fingers are being pointed across the nations, suspicions arise that this is an act of war.
Those who disappeared know that something completely different is going on.
Waking up in a dark room with no idea how they got there, the only thing lighting the scene was a single holographic screen.
Please select class and race. It said. Once clicked, it lists a large selection of the options. Every choice you make, you're greeted with another. Select Archetype, distribute skill points, input name. And so on.
Upon finishing this odd request, you're struck with a white flash, suddenly waking up in the bed of an inn, another holographic screen floating in your line of sight.
Welcome to Golarion.
Character Build Information:
-Start at Level 1
-25-Point Build
-Any Class, any Archetype
-Any Race
-Uses Anti-Hero player option (instead of hero points, gain one extra bonus feat at 1st level)
-Max die roll for HP at first level.
-Max starting gold for your class.
-2 Character Traits (must match background) or 3 traits and a drawback.
-You get one gift. One CR1 magical item.
Character Expectations:
-Must be a consummate roleplayer.
-Detailed character background, motivation, experience with gaming (video or tabletop), and so on.
-Characters know that they are in a game, they can see the stats, they know when they take damage and level-up, and they handpick their feats, feel free to play around with that.
For some, it came in the form of a blunt courier with a mysterious letter. For others, a series of persistent dreams. Either way, it was a message, telling you where you were to be, and when. Stating all transport fees are covered by the sender, and that the matter is of most dire importance.
It calls you to meet at the Lunaris Tower, in New York City.
How was your journey, folks?
Looking up, the tower reached ever on into the sky. While not so far as the Empire State building, it kept a respectable second-spot. What made this building more notable was the light.
Lunaris's unofficial nickname was the Lighthouse, and it lived up to that monicker. It kept the surrounding blocks illuminated with a soft white light. This cool light was existed beyond all cover of shade, it was never blinding, and it only appeared when the moon was in the sky.
Inside, the lobby was bustling. Suits sitting impatiently and visitors elbowing in and out of crowds, the indoor Starbucks filled almost to capacity.
Someone, a black-haired elven woman in a pantsuit and black-framed glasses, seems to recognize you, gracefully weaving through the masses to meet you at the door She also seems to recognize a few other odd characters beside you. Could more than just you have gotten the message?
"Welcome to Lunaris Towers" She said, straight to the point. "Ms. Silver is anxiously awaiting your arrival.
She lead you to the private elevator, no one there but you, the other strange folk, and her. The elevator version of whatever pop hit was topping the charts at the time was playing in the background.
"I don't know all of what Ms. Silver had told you in the messages, but you should all consider it an honor to be called by her." She said, eyes never meeting yours, focused on the door. "Honestly, I didn't think that you would show up. When she told me what she was planning, well, honestly, I thought the stress of her job was getting to her." She glanced down to her feet before her gaze returned to to door. "Sometimes I still do, but she said that when I met all of you, I'd be proven wrong." She laughed a bit to herself. "We'll see about that, won't we?"
After quite some time, the elevator came to a smooth halt. The elven woman stepped to the side and let the group pass first.
I was a spacious circular room with a crystalline floor, a grand dining table, and no less than twenty-five wood doors, the one directly across the room from you standing out due to it's ornate-white scheme and masterwork carving. Every other door had the name of a specific place. Tokyo, Dubai, Seoul, London, Santiago, and so on.
If one were to look down, one would see that the clean, clear floor you were stepping on was encasing one massive clock, ticking under your feet.
"You may wait here until Ms. Silver joins you. I will inform her of your presence right away."
With that, she walked across the room and through the one white door.
Might as well take this time to get to know one another.
For some, it came in the form of a blunt courier with a mysterious letter. For others, a series of persistent dreams. Either way, it was a message, telling you where you were to be, and when. Stating all transport fees are covered by the sender, and that the matter is of most dire importance.
It calls you to meet at the Lunaris Tower, in New York City.
How was your journey, folks?
Looking up, the tower reached ever on into the sky. While not so far as the Empire State building, it kept a respectable second-spot. What made this building more notable was the light.
Lunaris's unofficial nickname was the Lighthouse, and it lived up to that monicker. It kept the surrounding blocks illuminated with a soft white light. This cool light was existed beyond all cover of shade, it was never blinding, and it only appeared when the moon was in the sky.
Inside, the lobby was bustling. Suits sitting impatiently and visitors elbowing in and out of crowds, the indoor Starbucks filled almost to capacity.
Someone, a black-haired elven woman in a pantsuit and black-framed glasses, seems to recognize you, gracefully weaving through the masses to meet you at the door She also seems to recognize a few other odd characters beside you. Could more than just you have gotten the message?
"Welcome to Lunaris Towers" She said, straight to the point. "Ms. Silver is anxiously awaiting your arrival.
She lead you to the private elevator, no one there but you, the other strange folk, and her. The elevator version of whatever pop hit was topping the charts at the time was playing in the background.
"I don't know all of what Ms. Silver had told you in the messages, but you should all consider it an honor to be called by her." She said, eyes never meeting yours, focused on the door. "Honestly, I didn't think that you would show up. When she told me what she was planning, well, honestly, I thought the stress of her job was getting to her." She glanced down to her feet before her gaze returned to to door. "Sometimes I still do, but she said that when I met all of you, I'd be proven wrong." She laughed a bit to herself. "We'll see about that, won't we?"
After quite some time, the elevator came to a smooth halt. The elven woman stepped to the side and let the group pass first.
I was a spacious circular room with a crystalline floor, a grand dining table, and no less than twenty-five wood doors, the one directly across the room from you standing out due to it's ornate-white scheme and masterwork carving. Every other door had the name of a specific place. Tokyo, Dubai, Seoul, London, Santiago, and so on.
If one were to look down, one would see that the clean, clear floor you were stepping on was encasing one massive clock, ticking under your feet.
"You may wait here until Ms. Silver joins you. I will inform her of your presence right away."
With that, she walked across the room and through the one white door.
Might as well take this time to get to know one another.
Alternate Earth
Year; 2016
It was an Earth no stranger to the fantastic. Populated not only by humans, but of elves, dwarves, gnomes, halflings, dwarves, orcs, and more. Monsters roamed the wilderness, wars were fought with blades and magic, not just guns, and the planes existed to parallel this peculiar blue planet.
This Earth was far from peaceful, but it couldn't be considered desperate either. At least, not on the surface it couldn't.
The illusion of peace was being held up over the nations, none saw the constant world-as-we-know-it ending threats that always lurked just where no one could see it.
This world needed heroes, desperately. It needed the complacent to rise up and stand against these threats.
Who could these heroes be?
The World:
As said, this is a modern-day earth, with similar history and culture (WWII and Vietnam still happened, The Beatles, Bob Dylan, Queen, Green Day, all still bands, you could still turn on the TV and watch your favorite sitcoms and dramas), granted, with a few changes. These events all have to factor in the inclusion of magic and non-human races, of course (I invite you to improvise a bit once the campaign starts, preferably within dialogue). This world isn't playing the Masquerade here, everyone knows of these fantastic elements. Monstrous humanoids and the like can be found walking down the city street, Rust Monsters can be found in the zoo, magic can be taken at schools and academies, etc.
Even the Planes take up a more modern look. Heaven is a sprawling Utopia of green grass and white architecture, Hell is a colossal, gothic city made of nine rings, and so on.
Moving off of that, we are using Golarion's pantheon for reasons that should be pretty obvious.
If I'm right about this, this should be a good opportunity for some good Pathfinder fun.
Character Build Information:
-25 Point Buy
-Any non 3rd Party race
-Any non 3rd Party Class (if using unchained or occult class, please send link, as I do not yet own those books)
-Uses the Anti-Hero player option (instead of hero-points, gains one extra bonus feat at 1st level)
-Start at level 2, using max die roll for 1st level and half dice for second. Rest will be rolled normally in discussion.
-2 Character traits (must match background) or 3 traits and a drawback.
-Will accept monster PCs if they add up to CR2 and are particularly interesting.
-Special: All of your characters should have a background beyond just adventuring, thus, you all gain 6 Skill points to use immediately on any Profession, Performance (unless you're a Bard or Skald), and Craft skill.
Character Expectations:
-Must be a consummate role-player.
-Detailed background describing their past, their motivations, their place in the world, professions, and so on. Feel free to play around with the setting.
-Am likely to notice any character that uses their class in a clever way considering the background (heavy metal skald, alchemist MD, etc).
Greeting fellow Pathfinder players.
I am undertaking a grand journey to put the Star Wars universe into Pathfinder form. This will not just be adding a jedi class or two, this will be a full race guide, class list, new archetypes, new feats, a galactic bestiary, etc.
And I am looking for suggestions of what goes in, so please, be a part of this grand venture. Give me a good idea of an addition, a reason why it should make it in, and I will always give it consideration.
May the Force be with you.
