She's not ready yet. I'm trying to wait on another PC to show up as well, so everyone can experience the festival!
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; [ooc]EDIT: Blast! Stupid accidental text overwrite! Definitely should have copied the text to Wordpad. I will retype it up later. Still, when you see the post, be sure to remember the above ooc!
Ok, apparently it's just us until rerecruitment. One person is making a very... interesting arcane character. I will leave it to the person in question to inform you of the character. Post inbound!
Yes. I am waiting on a reply from a person or two that I PM'd about joining, since they seem to want to join in one of the ongoing interactions.
Thanks Broodsibling! It was an unfortunate time for it to happen, Svalk, but here I am now!
You may indeed Skyla, no penalty! :) Edit: Why do I feel like I'm one of 21 (Arbitrary number,) people on Earth who still say indeed?!
Will do! Again, my apologies for the lack of efficient communication or, really, any communication with you all. Was the site down for anyone else hours ago? Myself and Monkeygod got the 'website is down for (Whatever reason,)' page, so I was just curious as to what the problem was, if anyone knows.
I can't tell if that's genuine or sarcastic, but IT SOUNDS GOOD EITHER WAY! XD
Posting to deactivate the 'inactive' status! Look for posts soon, as cheesy as it sounds! :)
Back! I will be looking through my massive backlog of posts that has been building since I left because of my health concerns. Just to give everyone perspective, my sugar is staying more stable and, since I don't have to eat as much, my insulin and blood pressure levels are regulating. Anyone else still playing?
The woman seems to relax a bit, but she still bears a relatively tense posture and is not moving from the wall. She speaks, her voice soft and melodic even through her trembling, "Nu... Nualia, my name is Nualia. I... I don't like the festival... t-too many people around. Why are you talking to me? A-aren't there more normal girls here? You... you don't want my blood do you?" Bells begin tolling and she tenses back up.
"Yes, we Vhiskis believe a lot in giving back. It's how we were raised after all. Come on then, let's get to the cathedral! It looks like everyone is heading that way now, so let's get as close to the front as possible!"
"Indeed, brother, let us go and rejoice!" Rikke leads you and the others to the cathedral. Thankfully, you all get there before the crowd has condensed in front of the cathedral.
"A shame you couldn't be a Paladin. It adds a certain... appeal to a man, in my opinion." The sound of bells tolling catches Ameiko's attention, "Ah, the big speech is about to begin. You should get going if you do not want to miss it!"
"I knew that was you, little Lena! If I was wrong, I'd shave my arse and call myself the Queen of Korvosa!" Those who knew Rikke and his family: Rikke Weissenkalt and his family, Ingrid and Anya, were a picturesque family when you knew them. Rikke was the sterotypical loud, boisterous northlander with a zeal for life and always looking for a challenge, nothing like the haunted shell of a man before you. You wonder if he still works as a part-time constabulary and hunter. Ingrid was a quiet and reserved, but compassionate woman full of love for everyone, working part time an alchemist, using her knowledge of various herbs to help heal the sick and donating the proceeds to help out the various poor families of Sandpoint. And Anya was one of the most vivacious children you ever recall seeing, a little bundle of energy that had a little diva personality. She and Rikke were almost inseparable and it was a common sight to see him carrying her on one shoulder around town or to see him playing one of the childrens games she used to play all the time. Her absence adds weight to the stories you have heard about the Chopper's evil and makes your heart feel a little heavy knowing that she was murdered by that butcher of a man.
Skald:
"Yes, let us drink to the honor of the dead and remember them when night blankets the sky and the festivities die down. Then tomorrow, we shall visit their graves. Signe's spirit will rest easy knowing you are alive and well brother." "The Swallowtail Festival? Has it truly been so long? It's held every year on the Autumnal Equinox, this year the 23rd of Rova. It's a celebration held in honor of the gods, in particular Desna... named after her Swallowtail Butterlies as a matter of fact. This year is special, for we reconsecrate the cathedral. While you were gone, it was gutted in a terrible fire. Father Tobyn was killed in the blaze and poor Nualia... she was never the same. She fled after his funeral, so distraught was she at his passing. She's back now, but she's changed... different. Sometimes she stares off in the distance with eyes glazed over like panes of glass, other times she walks around with the strangest look on her face. I've tried talking to her, but she won't say much... sometimes she even runs from me like she's afraid of something. Speak of Asmodeus, there she is over there." Rikke points towards the cathedral. The man you met earlier at the Rusty Dragon, Satinder, appears to be trying to talk to Nualia, but she has backed up against the wall in apparent fear of him. Could this be what Rikke meant? Nualia was always a shy young thing, from what you remember, but she's just a shell of a girl now. At least now people don't seem to be crowding around her like she's some sort of Varisian carnival attraction, poking her to get blood, snipping hair from her and the like because of all the superstitions surrounding her because she had the blood of angels running through her veins. Now people seem to avoid her out of sympathy.
Rikke tries to crack a smile, TRIES to anyway, "Good point there, aelfkinder. Let's go enjoy the festival and forget all of this bad news!
As you approach the girl, she looks up and gasps sharply, backing up against the wall, "Who... who are you?" she asks in a trembling voice full of fear.
"It is you, little Svalk!" Rikke says as he practically lunges forward and gives you a tight hug, which makes your spine pop a bit from his strength. "I'd heard rumors that ya were dead, that ya died following that Dwarven man whereever the Hells he was going. But you're back!" "What happened to me? That gods-d@mned fiend The Chopper did! He took everything from me, little Svalk... Ingrid and little Anya are dead, killed the day the bastard gave me this." He motions all across his face and traces the running from cheek to throat with his finger. After hearing you are attempting to reclaim your ancestral home, Rikke speaks again, his voice tinged with sorrow, "Aye, that ya have come back, but I wish it were under happier circumstances boy... I've still got the key to your mother's... your house. I'll need to take ya to Sheriff Hemlock before the day is done so he can declare it your own and all that." Skald:
"Aye, the ghost of my failure. I owed your mother and father a life debt. I couldn't protect either of your parents and I thought I had led ya to your death letting ya go off with that Dwarf and we had no news from ya in years, boy. When the sun dies on the horizon, we need to sit down so I can tell ya about all that's transpired over the years you were gone and tell ya about what happened to your mother and my family. Such talk is not fit for a festival, lad, not fit at all..." Svalk's Sense Motive: By looking at how pained his features are as he talks to you, you get the feeling that he has carried much sorrow and pain with him over the years. His eyes, haunted-looking as they are, reflect some deep shame that's gnawing at him. As he makes mention of your mother and his family, he's cold blue eyes seem to grow watery from tears he refuses to release in the presence of so many people.
Post up! Finally getting this show back on the road!
Vincenze looks at you quizzically for a moment before replying, "My father? Jubrayl Vhiski of course, richest and most powerful man in Sandpoint! You wouldn't know it to hear those Scarnetti's talk, but all Chels are that way... think they own everything and are better than everyone else. Their company would simply not do for you, Skyla, you have my word on that." He walks with you, pointing out all the sights in Sandpoint. As he finishes showing you around, you hear a bell tolling in the new cathedral. Vincenze smiles as he hears the bells tolling, "Almost time for the Festival to begin in earnest! You should really be there for the reconsecration, Skyla... my father has a special surprise planned for everyone after the speech." Sense Motive DC 10:
Vincenze is obviously quite nervous about you and seems to flush a little bit when you speak to him. You're not entirely sure, but it seems like he is quite enamored with you, hardly a surprise with your exotic features.
As you walk through the pre-Festival events, you look towards the cathedral. You spot a young woman of unearthly beauty with toned skin, cascading waves of silver hair that seem to glow in the morning sun, and bewitching purple colored eyes. She stands by herself against the cathedral wall in her white silk dress, a somewhat lost expression on her face. Taking another glance at her features, a startling thought comes to your head: is she... like you? One of the angel-blooded? She's certainly not human... no human has that sort of beauty.
You turn around and look at the stranger. Is that... Rikke of Kalsgard? One of your families oldest friends, the one who owed your mother and father a life debt and stayed with your mother after you left? Yes, it must be him, but what happened to his face? The right side of his face is a mass of burn scars still a vivid red and he bears a scar from a massive cut of some kind that runs from his left cheek halfway down to the center of his neck, almost as if he was chopped with a axe and managed to just barely avoid a fatal blow. He stares at you intensely, looking over your features, then recoils a little bit in shock as a look of recognizance crosses his features, "Is that you, little Svalk? Have you finally returned to us all in Sandpoint... or am I looking at the ghost of my failure come to torment me on this holy day?"
Ameiko flashes a wry smile at you, "Ah, the heroic type are you? Unless you're looking to save a milkmaid from a few mice, I'm afraid your missing out in Sandpoint!" She lets out a laugh for a moment. "So, searching for the divine? Are you a pilgrim of some sort? I know the Swallowtail Festival is sort of a big deal for the religious folks in town, but I didn't know word had reached out as far abroad as it has until just a few days ago... we had one person even from Katapesh just yesterday! Apparently Mister Vhiski DID reach out further than expected in trying to procure supplies for the Festival How far have you traveled here from for the festivities, if I may ask?"
The man breaks out of his reverie looking at Svalk as you introduce yourself. He seems somewhat familiar to you... but you're not sure why. "Lena? I knew a Lena once... sharp, inquisitive lass that came down to visit some of her family. Always ran around with little Ameiko when she was here. Is that you? Dark hair, blue eyes, and that Jistkan nose... I'd bet my bootlaces, it's you!" Though his face momentarily has a spark of amusement, he turns to Svalk and a look of guilt and shame forms on his face. Vladlena's Knowledge: Local: The crowds appear to be congregating towards the cathedral and, given that it is almost noon, you anticipate that the opening speech should begin within a few minutes.
I'm back everyone! This is a general announcement for everyone in one of my campaigns or recruitment. The screen on my phone was shattered, which has prevented me from posting in the past like week because I have not been able to scroll down a webpage with a cracked screen. I took a picture of my phone with a friends phone, so if anyone is interested in me verifying that it was a real problem, I can post it and provide a link. I know it's not necessary, but I don't like just telling people that there is a problem without offering some sort of proof. I feel it helps you all to trust that I tell the truth, since some people are compulsive GM-slackers. I SHOULD be good on posting until around September 2nd, when I go to the endocrinologist for my appointment. Obviously on Thursdays I will not be posting, but that had already been mentioned. I will be working through my discussions and recruitments todays, so I will not be posting until tomorrow. ROTRL PEOPLE! I completely understand your concerns. I myself have been frustrated with the recent circumstances, so please bear with me. As stated above, I can provide photographic evidence of my phone's cracked screen and, with a smart phone, a badly cracked screen means no scrolling which makes posting quite impossible since I have no internet apart from my phone internet at the moment.
Just so everyone knows, I lost my phone, which I have now found! Sorry for the somewhat off start with my posting schedule! Losing a phone after days of family reunions, surprise parties, and everything else is not the way I want to make an impression on players! :/
Ouch, that sucks! Sorry for not posting within the last two days. Friday my cousin was down and we all had a family reunion, then Saturday my friends threw me a surprise party to help me feel better. About to go to bed but count on a post later!
I haven't checked gameplay, so I wouldn't know if you turned. Thursdays are my game days, remember lol? :P
Svalk, wouldn't you like to know? :P Only way to know is turn around and see him lol. Maybe you know him, maybe you don't. *FINGER-PYRAMIDS* *EDIT* And you know time goes in 7 directions in Wonderland, don't you Svalk? :P
Doing good! Found out it's probably an obscure, relatively easily fixable problem! Remember I don't have time on Thursdays to post, but I lurk some. If anyone has any question or anything, you need only ask!
Glad to BE back!
As he picks up the potted rose and presents it to you, you ask him your question. He nearly drops the flower, but manages to catch it in time. He stammers a bit as he speaks, "Uh, yeah, I uh..." He sighs a bit. "No, not really. I... I was going to see if you wanted me to show you around the festival and all. Not like going courting or anything! Well, maybe a bit? Er... you know what I mean, right?"
I AM BACK! Give me some time to finish supper and I SHALL MARK GAMEPLAY WITH A MIGHTY SEVEN-POINTED STAR OF AWESOMENESS!
Sorry for the delays... I WILL post today!
You head out into the festival grounds, looking for some sort of stall selling flowers. You come upon a rather small table, the whole thing covered in wondrous flowers. You see one that catches your eye, a small potted white flower that almost seems to glow in the light. It looks somewhat like a rose, but about twice as large and growing on a stalk rather than a bush or vines. As you reach to touch it, it unfolds, revealing a small reservoir of sparkling golden pollen. Before you have a chance to do anything a young Varisian man, dark of skin and hair, walks up beside you, greeting you in a rich, thick accent, "Hello there, miss!" He looks somewhat nervous to be around you, shifting rather oddly. He seems familiar... wait, he was one of the boys from last night! "Look I'm, uh, sorry for what my friends did to you last night. They can be downright rude sometimes. My, uh, my name is Vincenze ." He extends his hand out, "Might I ask your name?"
When you mention Avertin, Ameiko's expression darkens, "You haven't heard? Avertine is dead... murdered by the Chopper a while back, just like Mrs. Arn-... I mean... your mother. It hit all of us pretty hard I think, because the old man was so kind, so good-hearted. That bastard Chopper took many good people in his rampage, may he rest in the Hells. So yes, you will need to go see Hemlock. He's tall, bald, got very dark skin and is wearing his constable tabard, so you shouldn't be able to miss him."
"An Aasimar? You mean like sweet Nualia?" Ameiko asks quizzically. As you walk down the street, you see a lovely woman with pale skin like milk, fiery red hair to match her stunning blue-green eyes, and a figure that almost makes your jaw drop. It's that Shayliss Vinter girl! You don't remember much of her, given how she's been secreted away helping her father run his business, but apparently, she's blossomed since the first few weeks when you arrived. You had heard some of the boys around town talk about her and now you know why!
After you take the coffee and sip on it, Ameiko peppers you with questions. In your groggy state, you only hear some of it, but you cdan clearly hear "Where have you been all these years Lena? I've been worried, since you stopped even replying to my letters!
Upon hearing you speak of her music, a smile crosses her face, "And whom did you hear this from... Tal? My music's good enough, I suppose, but it's not like I'm THAT good, at least I don't think so. No, I won't be playing at the Festival, because I'll be getting the drinks ready for everyone! Can't have a festival without some fine ale after all!"
I will post soon, just finalizing everything for my WotR campaign before I post! :)
Will post tomorrow everyone. Sorry I haven't posted in 2 days. Haven't really been able to do much beyond going through discussions and recruitments because I've been fretting over a medical concern. I'm over it now, emotionally at least, so expect a post within about 24 hours, possibly several!
I probably will not post until much later today. Found out some pretty crappy news earlier and I'm bummed out. I should be fine tomorrow though!
That's fine! I have things set up so everyone could get acquainted this early, but it's not a necessity. Of course, you all will be drawn together eventually. Until that time comes, feel free to be as social or otherwise as you desire.
Everyone like the posting rates so far? I've actually been rather sluggish today, working on my Razor Coast character, and I've still managed to post a few times on each thread!
[b]"You just reminded me of her for some reason. Maybe it's the ears and weaponry. No offense, I just don't see many of Elven blood around these parts of Varisia and I know you're not related to Tal here, so I was curious if you were some cousin of hers or something." Upon stating the name Tal, she pats the man on the shoulder sitting at the bar.
Skyla: Hope you're feeling a bit better this morning! One of those jumped-up little Sczarni boys slipped something in your drink last night apparently as a joke. You didn't handle it too well and passed out after, shall we say, decorating the bar with your dinner. I hauled you up to a room last and tucked you in, because I don't think too many people want to stay passed out in a barstool, no?. Just wanted to help clear up any questions you had regarding how you got upstairs and why your head probably feels like a Dwarf played it like a wardrum!
-Ameiko
Hope my post was not too long! And I do presume people like the events to be made to the 'you' rather than the group, as far as these types of conversations go, right?
She saunters back over and places it before you then says, in her husky voice, "Oh, a glass of water? I thought that's what you said you were going for last night was 'a tall glass of water', wasn't it?". She chuckles a moment and nudges the glass with her finger, causing it to slide across the polished bar to stop right under your downturned head. "Oh come now, Tal, chin up! The day's only just begun and we haven't even cracked open the Aelvenberry Wine yet for tonight's festivities, imported straight from Kyonin. I'll tell you, one glass of that stuff and you'll be staggering worse than Jaylissa will be when she wakes up!" She cocks her head after a second or so, " You DO remember her name, I hope?" she says with a smile.
After you attempt to verify her name, she smiles, "Yes, but without the miss part. Much too formal for my tastes!" After you thank her for the room she nods, "It's no problem! Svalk was it? Yes, that's it." Upon mentioning your house, she seems to know what you're speaking of. "Oh, you mean the old Arnbjorn house? The widow there passed on a few years back, but no one has been there since the constable closed it up, waiting on her son to return and claim it as his inheritance. You should go see Hemlock about it. He's probably patrolling somewhere around town. That man's definitely got a sense of duty!" When you ask for breakfast, she beams, "Sure! I think it would be bad form for a tavern owner to let her guests go hungry, after all. I hope the food tastes as good as it smells! I haven't heard any complaints yet, so I hope you like it!
After eating your breakfast Ameiko offered you and thanking her, she smiles and replies, [b]"You're welcome, Mr...?"
"Now where's my remaining guest?" Ameiko asks out loud.
Stereotypical backwoods comment meant for humor: That's a purdy Haffelf! Look how hiz hur looks awl golden and stuff! Stereotypical wizard comment, in response to backwoods villager: That is NOT. A Half-Elf, you imbecile! That's one of the Aasimar! Don't you slack-jawed peasants have anything between those massive ears of yours? Backwoods villager: Uh, earwax? Wizard: *Sighs* Sometimes a 20 INT is a curse...
Satinder, some Aasimar are easily recognizable while others are not. In your case, given that you look somewhat Elven, people will probably just chalk it up to that. I think disguise checks are only needed for people who are more knowledgable about the Aasimar or if your appearance is distinctly heavenly. Make sense? Will post in a bit in gameplay soon, just eating breakfast and checking discussions/recruitments!
Book 1: Burnt Offerings, Chapter 1: The Swallowtail Festival You awaken in the Rusty Dragon Tavern, where you spent the night after a round of pre-Swallowtail Festival celebrations. Dappled sunlight from the morning sun, not risen for more than two hours, filters through the windows. After a moment, you hear the hustle and bustle of the townsfolk and visitors cavorting outside of the tavern, but no music. It seems you have woken up before the opening speeches traditionally given prior to the festival beginning in earnest. The smell of biscuits and some sort of savory meat waft through your room, overpowering the scent of fresh linens and ale which previously held sway in the room, no doubt cooked by the beautiful Ameiko, the exotic proprietor of the Rusty Dragon who made quite the performance last night with lute and song. You shift in your soft, warm bed, trying to decide what you will do on this fine day.
IT'S COMING BEFORE MIDNIGHT, EAST COAST USA TIME!!!
YES! Give me today to review everyone and finish up my initial prepping (Got carried away with plot hooks and didn't focus on the beginning until today! It didn't help I was at the doc for about 4 hours yesterday getting bloodwork done. :/ ). Look for a post on the morrow in gameplay! :) As a somewhat odd side note, does anyone play Dragon's Dogma: Dark Arisen? If so, do you have any spare pieces of online Ur-Dragon loot I can trade for? Looking especially for any Abyssinal Armor pieces or one of the holy weapons (Shield, Magic Shield, Archistaff, Greatbow, Greatsword, Warhammer, Magickal Bow, ect.,) Got a ton of Bitterblack Level 3 stuff, unpurified, to trade. I got frustrated a few days ago because the Ur-Dragon is ridiculously strong at the 500 and somethingth generation and no one wants to help whittle down it's ungodly high HP (I can kill both of Daemon's forms within 5 minutes and I can't even make his life bar MOVE!).
So, everyone who has finished, state so now, and I will double-check your character. Once everyone has been checked for errors, we may begin one of the most iconic RPG campaigns ever!
*RUNE-SHAPED BALL DESCENDS!* THE RUNES DISAPPEAR, ONE BY ONE, AS PEOPLE CHECK IN WITH FINALIZED CHARACTERS. T-MINUS 7...!
Tal, yes retraining is allowed. Retraining classes is a 1 time thing, but you may retrain minor aspects of your character at the end of each 'chapter', which is basically what I call subsections of each adventure. Also, PM me with specifics of your aunt and I can work something out! :)
And Arthur (Algar,) is at a music festival until sometime today. He'll be here soon, I'm sure!
Woah, I beheld the glorious words 'free stuff'! Now I'm even more interested! :P
Ok, sounds good. Just new top the PFS thing!
Ah, I didn't know if there was a form to fill out before we begin or what lol! Satinder, when you said that I thought of Robocop lol.
By the way, Jolly Roger, is there any sort of thing I need to do now for the PFS process, so everyone could get credit that has shown interest in it?
Ha, that was a gamer rage dot lol!
No worries, Satinder, the game will start as soon as everyone finalizes their characters! :) |