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Yup thanks on the clarification. Considering my first choice was to help Norna since shes the cleric x3 i didnt know if i'd be able to move there.
"Well I don't think we would have much of a choice anyway.." Genesis said speaking up, taking in the situation. The nature of the townspeople with their superstitious way would only impede them in their quest to fulfill the Professors wishes. Unlike him, Genesis was rather fumed that all these events such as the mob previously, had been holding them back from keeping his promise to the Professor. However, he soon calmed himself when he tried to understand the nature of the state this place was. He would have to "suck it up" as the younglings would say.
Genesis couldn't help but feel rather uneasy. He hadn't really conversed in awhile but it was simply because he was out of his element. There was a difference between hunting for something and being hunted themselves. He had this feeling since the false crypt that he should be more cautious from now on. It might have been rather simple at first but he had a sense of foreboding cloak him. He couldnt tell his companions, lest he cause them unnecessary distress.
It took him some time for his eyes to adjust to the light given off by the sunrod, it was only then that he had heard what Heto had said and drew his long blade. He wasn't as stealthy as the rest of the group could be, so perhaps he should allow then to get a sneak attack and then rush in? Or should he act as a target for them and have them come in for a possible ambush? Genesis decided for the better positioning of the party, that he act as a target and moved forward towards the door ready to open it when the others gave the signal.
Due to the nature of the area, Genesis reached into his bag and pulled out a sunrod. With a strong action he brought forth the light from the sunrod and tied it firmly in a knot to keep it at his side. His left hand often lightly tapped on the handle of his blade as he looked around for anything hazardous or threatening.
Talking in this current situation, could very well bring unwanted company should they hear them.
"That'd be a problem, I dont think there is an amount of drink that can make you pretty without killing myself." Genesis gave a hearty laugh and gave Burlee a strong pat on the back, considering he was built enough a dwarf he didnt want to seem like a pansy. Genesis was in high spirits unusually, maybe it was because he had a good nights rest. "All in good jest dwarf" He added before giving his opinion. "It would be a good idea to raise our reputation with this town considering we will be here for a month. We wouldn't want to be held as strangers for the time we spend here, it would mean more instances like that of the Funeral Mob. However, I am not really one for conversation so I can accompany someone to town that is rather adept at tongues. Perhaps Eldon, Lena, or..Numa Numa." He laughed at the end and shook his head and gently waved his hand at Norna, showing that he was simply playing around. "Heto and Burlee look to be capable fighters and of course, I do not need to be the one who goes. I can stay and guard the grounds whilst they traverse the town."
"Perhaps there will be someone here in this town that may make use of our services? In turn it might help the others view us as allies and less as outsiders. Genesis added before he enjoyed the meal prepared for him. "Although I don't think it would be wise for all of us to leave considering we need to have people here to protect the household." he said quickly whilst eating.
Holding the book in his had it intrigued him. He had never seen such an ornate book being from the forests. However Eldons warnings had him dismiss his thoughts about opening it. "It just seems like a very ornate piece of literature. I am no expert on magic so if you see something I don't then maybe you would like to hold it?" Genesis held out the book in one arm, passing it over to whoever felt like taking a look at it."With my strength i could probably pry it open but that would for sure damage something that is probably of great importance.." he would admit as he was in fact curious as to its contents.
Genesis had been quiet for quite some time. He was rather engrossed in the thoughts in his own mind before Kendra's words stirred something within him. The way she spoke when Harrowstone was brought up, the way she depicted how the Professor had an accident there and how there was so much blood. "Murder?..." he thought, and with his left hand gripped the sheath of his Nodachi with great strength, enough to make his knuckles white. "Did fate introduce this man to me to follow him? Was I suppose to follow this man and protect him like I did in the past? But I returned to the forests instead..Was that a mistake?" He questioned his actions, he could've possibly saved the Professor, but instead here he is after the mans Funeral. There was a glaze of anger that seemed to wash over Genesis's eyes. He tried hard to fight the urge to storm the place of the Professor's accident in some blind hope that if it was indeed a murder, the attackers would taste the frigidity of his steel.
Forgive my absence, I have been swamped with work for awhile. I didn't even know we were doing introductions. It is a pleasure to meet you all, I am Rick. I am rather young I suppose. 21 but have been roleplaying since the age of 5 when my folks where in the whole atmosphere of DnD and the like. I was in the airforce as of recently, completing my contract and am now here in Florida enjoying the time with my family. Might I say I really do enjoy the differences in personality and vibrant characters here in this game. I am thoroughly enjoying it.
Genesis was one of lesser words. Interaction between people was not his strong suite for one that lived in the wilds. However, he could feel the disrespect that felt so tangible from the mob. He knew that that the others in the group, having been so close to the professor as well would be possibly feeling discontent from the mobs actions. However, now was not the time for petty squabbles, the Professor must be properly honored and this detour was rather aggravating for Genesis. Upon taking notice of the bards actions, he jumped on the plan. He too would support the Casket with his strength to help Heto who had began before he had. Although this meant the possibility of Heto and himself, even the Dwarf to be exhausted afterwards, it was vital that the Professor shown proper respects.
"Of course, it is the least I can do for the Professor.." Genesis too bowed and followed Heto, taking the position to the right of the monk, having the same idea as to have the tallest in the rear. He stretched himself a bit as to make sure he would carry it comfortably so that there would be minimal problems on his end and he waited in group to take their posts.
Genesis had something wracking his mind, just like a curious child he wondered, just how did the Professor pass away? He wouldn't dare ask, that would be so rude, and in such a setting. No he would refrain from asking such a question. He swallowed his curiosity for now, perhaps one of his more...outgoing.. companions would be having the same thoughts and ask themselves and save himself possible backlash. Regardless of his mixed thoughts Genesis was ready. Taking a few steps forward towards Kendra as if motioning to the group that he was ready to head out. He then took a glance at Burlee who seemed to be content with his seat, although he couldnt tell. Genesis couldnt really read people well.
Genesis pulled off his wet hood before beginning."I am pained by your loss...I too find his passing hard to accept. I am Genesis Sado Alexander Garland. I met your father when I was much younger on his travels. I saved his life, i believe it wasn't mere chance that I simply happened to be at the right place at the right time. Bandits where the source of his distress but I dispatched them and his thankfulness was great. He was very kind and one of the first to view my rather...unhealthy liking to the fight as something of worth." Genesis said with a rather sad but strong tone of voice. "So wish to pay my greatest respects.." He finished with lengthened bow. There was something about looking at his daughter, someone closer to Professor Llorrimor in such pain that it was hard to look at her without having an overwhelming sadness wash over him.
"The rain seems ominous.. The closer I come the harder I find to accept his passing." Genesis would say as he pulled the hood over his monk robes when the rain began. The walk although short seemed rather silent. He had thoughts that the group was thinking as he was, reminiscing over the Professor and perhaps devising something to say in his honor. Coming across the manor, he could tell that the Professor was a man of value, at least that is what he seemed not only when meeting him but when looking upon his well kept abode. "Well...Shall we?" He asked the group moving up to the front door, knowing they would probably be ready to enter considering the time they spent trying to find this place only to have it such a short distance away.
With relatively large steps Genesis followed the outgoing halfling bard into the establishment. The place seemed rather similar to those from his upbringing but that quickly changed when the inn suddenly became hushed. Eyes where on there group and this made Genesis rather uncomfortable. "I have had less eyes on me in the dark forests of Verduran.." he would say audible enough for the group to hear and perhaps even the inn-keeper. Not only that but being in a place that required capitol it was a big reminder to him that he wasn't saving money properly. Starvation is one hell of a kick start to spend all ones gold on food. He knew he had some currency left just in case they did have some emergencies, what he didn't know was how much he had left, Genesis was horrible at keeping check of his expenses.
Genesis's hopeful smile was slowly fading with a sigh he responded to the halfling bard, expressing his disconcern. "Actually I was hoping that one of you would know. It seems in my haste I forgot to ask the whereabouts of the Manor. And as I have recently experienced, no one seems eager to talk here. There are many humans here and I myself am Varisian yet it doesnt seem to move anywhere closer towards my favor." 'That and i am terrible at directions' he added to himself mentally. He didn't want to seem rude by thinking this but he wondered if Professor Lorrimor had a soft spot for the smaller folk. Out of everyone that he currently saw in front of him, all of them where nowhere near his height. The young lad quickly dismissed this thought, he was here for a funeral, such offensive thoughts would do him great dishonor. It was then that the smell of the dwarf hit him. It was difficult to miss the Dwarf was pungent. However it did bring Genesis's attention onto the dwarf long enough to wonder exactly what he was staring at. He would have his answer after a long hard look through the muggy weather.
To add my opinion into this note on dump stats, I will give a warning that I am no DM but I have discussed this as well as played various games of this occurrence. About a year ago I had a regular DM that we would play various games (DnD, Pathfinder, Anime:Beyond Fantasy) and his room mate. His room mate is notorious for reading the rules of the game, finding loop holes and exploiting them. He would also not tell the DM about his exploitation, the GM would have to find out the hard way that what he created was a diabolical monstrosity that creatures 4 levels higher would cower in their hides. He loved min maxing, and most of his characters although I don't want to seem rude acted mostly the same. (Wanting to be the center of the party while being a pompous stuck up -Bleep-) Now when the DM would think that a certain combination was too powerful he would ban it from the next game. This is mainly because he didn't want to have to change the campaign because of one overpowered min/max. HOWEVER it did teach him what to expect and to spot loopholes. So to actually hit the actual topic of stat dumping. I personally do not see a problem with it. If you give someone points to buy their ability scores, they do just that. If you have already accepted the character, you cannot punish them afterwards because you find out they are too strong or the like. That is wrong and unacceptable. There is a reason checks are in place. Even if I have a 7 in intellect, it doesnt stop me from making checks that require that stat. Meaning a completely dense Barbarian can still understand sentences and deduce occurrences if it calls for a check. Having a 7 in intellect doesnt immediately make him/her an imbecile. Here is an example of a character I had. A Wizard or Sorceror, something magic based. His/her Charisma/Intellect respectively I would max while his strength was low 8/7 usually 8. Because of his BACKSTORY. He use to be a health boy, strong, athletic but when (insert a plague, disease, something that can degenerate strength, ect) ran through the village it forced him to be bed ridden with nothing but books to keep him company. He began to drown himself in the arcane. The arts of Magic and Fantasy eventually aspiring to be a (insert caster here). He/she no longer has their strength that they normally would as a healthy being because of his past sickness, (explaining his low ability score) and now instead chooses the path of ___ (which explains his high Cha or Int) So if you simply ask for a backstory as to why those ability scores are so high/low I am sure many people would provide an explanation. If they don't give you an explanation to their stats then you should have an idea that they probably want to kill things or succeed roll wise rather than RP wise. Which still isnt something that should be punishable. Every group needs at least one of those people to help the group a long otherwise the DM will need to hand out freebies all the time or risk possibilities of long pauses within their story lines.
Taking the ale in his right hand he lifted it up, showing respects before downing about half of it. Dwarven ale was strong, and much different from the relatively subtle humanized alcohols. He clenched his teeth to the burn that it gave going down his throat and exhaled a heated breath, it nearly made his eyes water. "I don't quite understand how you can stomach this so easily." He said with a chuckle, there was no way he would be able to take another swig so quickly so he'd wait for a bit before his next self infliction. "I do hope that is true-" He replied to the man who gave him the ale. "I am often frowned upon for taking an unhealthy liking to the fight." He admitted, it was the reason no one really enjoyed employing him, and why his gear was in a state of decay.
Much like the dreary weather of Ravengro so was the mood of the large man who looked about the alien town. News of a very close friend's passing was troubling Genesis. 'Last time I saw him he was in good health..what could possibly have happened?' He thought to himself as he was too preoccupied with his thoughts to pay attention to the citizens who paid their newcomers with dirty looks. However after coming back to his senses he realized he had no idea where the Professor's Manor was. He was too hasty in his travels and had forgotten to even ask for simple directions. He was young and still prone to simple mistakes like these. He had first thought to ask the citizens but took notice at the lengths they took to avoid several other of the newcomers and immediately withdrew that idea. He remembered the small group from their joint travel here and had thoughts on asking them instead of the locals in Ravengro. He already could tell that they were conversing with each other on a matter. 'Perhaps they know where Lorrimor lives..' With hopes on an answer he headed towards the of halflings and the dwarf who was oddly somewhat disattached from the group. "Forgive my intrusion-" he began, bowing as is his custom. "You wouldn't happen to know the whereabouts of Professor Lorrimor's Manor would you? I had half a mind to ask the locals but they seem uninterested." he explained. "And I can't seem to find any sources for direction."
Genesis slowly made his way towards the Dwarf who gestured to him. The offering of a drink was tempting since he hadn't had something with flavor for some time. He obviously towered over the man in height but the Dwarf before him looked much more seasoned than himself. His well kept armor and weaponry look to have had several adventures something that he one day hoped to also have. "I am not sure, I had heard of the Silver Crusade and had hopes that I might finally find a place for myself." He spoke in a tone that reflected his long travel. He searched for a place where his endeavors would be accepted so far the Silvers Crusade hospitality was refreshing, definitely a change from scavenging.
@DM_Pizzmic- It does look like it is getting very popular. As for my character, he is optimized for combat however i used all 3 recommended skills given the player book suggested. I was looking through the people that were applying and it looks like it would be wise to role a fighter. I don't like dumb fighters so a standard 10 is what I strive for or maybe a 9 if he/she isnt the brightest of individuals but I can't deal with stats lower than that myself. Regardless of my characters combat capabilities, all of my characters are centered on an RP-Heavy Foundation. In person, tabletop games I have played were more the Hack-&-Slash type of sessions where I couldn't really roleplay how I would like to. But when it comes to my writing capabilities, I have never felt more at home. I am currently using PC Gen to create my character to he should be up momentarily.
@DM_Pizzmic- I appreciate your understanding. I am working on getting my post count up, however I didn't want to seem like I am trying to spam for them. I am choosing my threads carefully in hopes of finding new information and possibly people who will guide me through the site until I can stand on my own two feet. In retrospect, this site requires a type of auto save whilst writing ones profile. I lost an entire history on this character due to an outage. it was quite disappointing. Also a question campaign wise. Are you allowing the "one dump" system for the stats? and if so you are enforcing the no stat over 18 correct?
Ha ha. Thank you for the warning. I am an unbiased party so I will have no problems in viewing your arguments. Perhaps I will enjoy them or learn a thing or two. Thank you for the welcome.
Unlike those pleasing to the eye, this young warrior enters with a most blank like expression. His face and body features mainly covered by tattered robes and dented armor. Much of his attire seemed to be in dire need of repair. He wasn't much for a man of appearances mainly due to the fact of his rather sponged lifestyle, living off his meager earnings. If he had an excuse for his appearance it would be lack of currency. It was clear by a mere glance that his young man had seen enough battle for a seasoned veteran, but a boy is still a boy and has plenty of room for error. He wore his scuffs and nicks proudly, despite being able to tell on his face. On his waist was a blade, exotic by look simply by its sheath but like the rest of his attire, the home for his blade was in equal disrepair. This man could be connected to ragged bandit or rather a beggar just with a bit more bite. In his eyes if one should choose to look hard enough, one would be able to see his hardships and how he is simply searching. Before the faction stands a man who to him, the gods haven't written a destiny. Was it part of their plan that he would stumble across this faction, or that which compelled him to want to be a part of this society? To him it wasn't likely, he simply had heard of their worth. He believed himself a weapon, to be wielded in whatever form he so chose. But even so, the lost require a purpose. Right now, was a man clinging on to the thought that there was certainly a place out there. Much like a blunt and weathered blade, deep inside he wished to be held up much like a memento, and sung tales of its strength, to then become legend and to be burnt into the invisible tablets of the world history. |
