Family emergency may delay posting for a day to two. You can assume Georgi is playing along with the team.
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"Ah! I mean, uh, hello Stryn." Georgi recovers from his start and endeavors to give the goblin a thin smile. "I agree, that was very spooky. I suppose that's a nice way to put it. Better than terrifying, bone chilling, mind-breaking..." Georgi shakes his head. "Anyway I am unharmed. If not exactly ok. You alright? You seem little worse for the wear." Georgi casts an eye towards the Circle Market. "Beyond being scary, what happened here is worrisome. I feel like we should go back and make sure everyone is alright. Besides the tavern is that way and we've silver to spend."
Sir Roderic. Not a Thassolonian banshee come to eat our souls. Not just yet. I should go back and see. Georgi looks toward the circle market. The tavern is there too. But his feet don't want to move. Miserably he stands in one place with his head bent. Then he lifts his head up abruptly and takes several resolute steps forward, only to stop after a few strides. He listens carefully. No screaming, no sounds of death or despair He takes several more steps forward and stops again. "There's probably no danger... I really should..." He says aloud. With deep breath he almost strides forward but then stops and walks around in a little circle. "Just go just go just go." He tells himself, eventually shuffling forward a few steps and the stopping to listen carefully again. So the cycle repeats and he tentatively makes his way back towards the market.
Georgi only notices the impending violence as the first agressor cocks back his fist. Oh, no what's going on here? "My friend there's no need for..." He begins to say when the apparition appears before him. No no no no! It's happening again! His mind flashes back to the encounter in the woods. Not again. It'll kill everyone! "Run run! Save yourselves!" He screams as he bolts blindly away. As he runs he replays the events of the last month in his mind. The ghost, she wanted us to know. She hated our ignorance. Our innocence. She punished us. Punished them. He keeps running for almost a full minute then abruptly a thought penetrates his panic-clouded mind. She didn't look anything like Sir Roderic, though. What just happened here? Knowledge:
Georgi carefully puts the violin back in its case. He looks bemused at the pile of silver they accumulated. "Well thank you for a most diverting afternoon." He says to Kiley and Stryn. "Eh? Tree-rate punch? With a name like that how could it fail to satisfy? Indeed I'm parched, lets go get some of this vermin nectar." He walks slowly toward Possum's stand, but his mind clearly elsewhere.
Georgi smiles faintly as peers down at diminutive young woman. Gently he picks the violin up and inspects it. He turns it around in his hands, sights down the fingerboard and plucks a little at the strings. "Hrmm... maybe a little out of tune." Georgi picks up the bow and tucks the violin under his chin. He gently bows the A string, frowns and adjusts it slightly. "Better." After spending a few minutes putting the violin into tune he murmurs "Let's just hear the intonation." He produces a single, clear sustained note for a long moment and at length adds a note below. Then he stops for a moment and suddenly saws through a series of sharp dissonant chords ending in a sound a bit like an apoplectic crow. A smile of satisfaction crosses his face. "Not bad."He says holding his strange smile for a long, uncomfortable moment. Then he launches into a lively, half-remembered Varisian folk tune.
He's a little rusty but he carries it off well enough, his face relaxing into an unfamiliar and untroubled expression for a short time.
"Reels? Jigs?" Georgi frowns a little as if the words are unfamiliar but he glances towards the case. "I specialize more in chilling the blood." He says in tone that may be self-mocking. "But I'd appreciate a look at your, um, fiddle. I always enjoy acquainting myself with a new instrument." The fingers on his left hand seem to be twitching slightly of their own accord.
Georgi watches Henric, Kera, and Renae for a moment and thinks better of joining. Better not introduce more awkwardness. The thought of interacting in a pleasant everyday fashion with people he doesn't know is oddly intimidating. Instead he hears Stryn's name and wanders over to catch the end of his conversation with Kiley. "Stryn I'm certain the good people of this town would be delighted to see a display of your uncanny grace and timing." he says as he strolls up. "Besides a capering goblin will no doubt drawn an audience your friend can capitalize on." "Ah... Kiley, is it?" Georgi inclines his head a little sheepishly. "I'm afraid I only dimly recall meeting you recently, I fear I may not have been at my best. Allow me to apologize to you for that, I can become... pensive? Morbid? Morose? It's all about how everything I believed was wrong and I'm responsible for terrible things. No real bother actually." He gives a smile that he remembers used to be disarming. he's not sure now. "Anyway if you intend to perform today we should be overjoyed to see it."
"Why did I come here?" Georgi sighs quietly to himself, feeling adrift amid the wash of good-humored people circulating around the market. Browsing, chatting, catching up. Obeying some instinct he had thought had managed to rid himself of, Georgi had awoken early. Rising in the clothes he had passed out in Georgi pushed his way through the morning fog and stumbled out of his tiny second floor garret, navigating the stairs down with exaggerated care. Out in the daylight he blinked at the sun with a mixture of resentment and appreciation. Every hour of daylight was precious, but the at the same time the sunny day seemed almost accusatory. Georgi plucked at the threadbare cuffs of a once stylish travelling outfit as he wandered aimlessly toward the market. He couldn't yet face the thought of eating and carefully shooed any thoughts of wine into the back of his mind where they belonged. Reaching the market he shuffled about taking things in without really looking closely. He glanced back in the direction of his garret, thinking of the violin he left there. "Maybe next time." He muttered to himself. At length he found himself simply watching the people pass by. I wonder if I know anybody here? If Stryn is about he'll no doubt see me before I see him. Then his head turns as he hears Renae's name called.
@Stryn, Georgi did spend some time in a bad spot in wilderness, having become separated from his group and possibly lost without food or water.
Hello everyone. Certainly a pleasant surprise to be selected! I'm quite glad to be here and I'll work towards a positive role play experience for all. I'd be glad to work with anyone who would like to collaborate on backstory/current circumstances.
Georgi has his initial feats invested in archery and is very weak in melee so I'd expect him to be in back. I'll have to add his starting equipment this evening. Shopping is always my least favorite part.
Yeah Hero lab has gotten weird on me. I've cleaned it up a bit. background:
Growing up in Ustalav everyone has to grapple with fear. The knowledge that something terrible and cruel could be just now fixing its gaze on any given community forces people into all manner of coping mechanisms. Georgi’s strategy was to lean into it. A younger sibling of a decaying family that once would have been noble and now was merely overdressed he was expected to train in skills that would enhance his family’s standing. He took to archery and went hunting often with his father. He was a decent shot but a poor hunter. Usually his mind was on other matters. His real loves were music and history. His family encouraged him to pursue art as a way of winning back prestige. Not content to play tavern tunes he pursued his own, odd, compositions. He found his inspiration in history. It had always been calming for him to study the gruesome rise and fall of histories many monsters. Inspired by morbid tales of the past he composed elegies for people and places long gone. In doing so he developed a particular fascination with Thassilon. The scale and might and tremendous folly of the Thassalonians was captivating to him. Frustratingly, he found that his attempts to compose an epic based on the history of Thassilon fell flat. When he tried to compose his mind was filled with a jumble of half formed pictures and inchoate emotion. He resolved that he had to be there, to walk among the monuments and seek inspiration in the stones and mists. In this way he also gave himself permission to leave his homeland for a place that maybe held a little more hope. Getting to Varisisa was not easy. The money required came from endless performances, cultivating sponsors and begging family members. Unable to deny the quality of his music and equally eager to not be subjected to it for a while a few donors came forward. No long voyage is easy and the journey from Ustalav to Varisia is always a few stray miles away from disaster. He made it just fine in the end. It wasn’t until he arrived in Varisia that his real problems began. Finding few like-minded people while in Magnimar he was able to put together a guided expedition to visit the Storval Stairs. It didn’t seem like a fatal mistake until they were a few days outside of Rodericc’s Cove. Pushing to far in the fading light one evening they became lost as a rainstorm rolled in. Desperate they wound up taking shelter in the hollow of a small hill. When he awoke at first he could not see, he could only hear whispers. Then he saw things, but he can no longer remember what they were. Some being of infinite sorrow and unearthly malice found them that night and showed them the secrets of long lost Thassilon, as it understood them. When morning came he was nowhere near the hill, and nobody else was in sight. He was lucky to find his way back alive and mostly unharmed to Roderic’s Cove, but all he could feel was shame and fear. How utterly foolish and naïve he had been. What romance was there in the ruins of a civilization based on slavery and cruelty? In the face to real despair, his spirit crumbled. Nobody else has come back from the expedition, and he now spends his days drinking though what little is left of his money and avoiding answering questions.
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Georgi
appearance and personality:
Georgi's family always emphasized dressing like they still possessed the prestige they long ago lost. He was always dressed well and had a fashionable haircut. Now his fashionable clothes are dirty and travel stained and his haircut is grown out and shaggy.
Despite his interests Georgi has always been an easy person to like. He has a penchant for mordant humor and gentle teasing but he has always had an easy and gentle presence. Now he's a bit less approachable and often seems to be baying attention to something else, though his affable nature hasn't completely disappeared. His brush with the occult has left him jumpy and hyper-aware of the atmosphere in a location, nearly to the point of paranoia. Innocuous phenomenon can spook him become the subject of intense silent contemplation. Sihedron Hero: Benvolio Mwangi Human Wizard (teleportation sub-school)
I'd like to submit a bard, inspired by the grandeur of Thassilon found as in old tales and traumatized by the reality of it. background:
Growing up in Ustalav everyone has to grapple with fear. The knowledge that something terrible and cruel could be just now fixing its gaze on any given community forces people into all manner of coping mechanisms. Georgi’s strategy was to lean into it. A younger sibling of a decaying family that once would have been noble and now was merely overdressed he was expected to train in skills that would enhance his family’s standing. He took to archery and went hunting often with his father. He was a decent shot but a poor hunter. Usually his mind was on other matters. His real loves were music and history. His family encouraged him to pursue art as a way of winning back prestige. Not content to play tavern tunes he pursued his own, odd, compositions. He found his inspiration in history. It had always been calming for him to study the gruesome rise and fall of histories many monsters. Inspired by morbid tales of the past he composed elegies for people and places long gone. In doing so he developed a particular fascination with Thassilon. The scale and might and tremendous folly of the Thassalonians was captivating to him. Frustratingly, he found that his attempts to compose an epic based on the history of Thassilon fell flat. When he tried to compose his mind was filled with a jumble of half formed pictures and inchoate emotion. He resolved that he had to be there, to walk among the monuments and seek inspiration in the stones and mists. In this way he also gave himself permission to leave his homeland for a place that maybe held a little more hope. Getting to Varisisa was not easy. The money required came from endless performances, cultivating sponsors and begging family members. Unable to deny the quality of his music and equally eager to not be subjected to it for a while a few donors came forward. No long voyage is easy and the journey from Ustalav to Varisia is always a few stray miles away from disaster. He made it just fine in the end. It wasn’t until he arrived in Varisia that his real problems began. Finding few like-minded people while in Magnimar he was able to put together a guided expedition to visit the Storval Stairs. It didn’t seem like a fatal mistake until they were a few days outside of Rodericc’s Cove. Pushing to far in the fading light one evening they became lost as a rainstorm rolled in. Desperate they wound up taking shelter in the hollow of a small hill. When he awoke at first he could not see, he could only hear whispers. Then he saw things, but he can no longer remember what they were. Some being of infinite sorrow and unearthly malice found them that night and showed them the secrets of long lost Thassilon, as it understood them. When morning came he was nowhere near the hill, and nobody else was in sight. He was lucky to find his way back alive and mostly unharmed to Roderic’s Cove, but all he could feel was shame and fear. How utterly foolish and naïve he had been. What romance was there in the ruins of a civilization based on slavery and cruelty? In the face to real despair, his spirit crumbled. Nobody else has come back from the expedition, and he now spends his days drinking though what little is left of his money and avoiding answering questions.
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Georgi Male human (Varisian) bard (dirge bard, dirge bard, dirge bard, dirge bard, dirge bard, dirge bard, dirge bard, dirge bard (Pathfinder RPG Ultimate Magic 26) CG Medium humanoid (human) Init +3; Senses Perception +4 -------------------- Defense -------------------- AC 13, touch 13, flat-footed 10 (+3 Dex) hp 9 (1d8+1) Fort +1, Ref +5, Will +2 -------------------- Offense -------------------- Speed 30 ft. Special Attacks bardic performance 7 rounds/day (countersong, distraction, fascinate [DC 13], inspire courage +1) Bard (Dirge Bard, Dirge Bard, Dirge Bard, Dirge Bard, Dirge Bard, Dirge Bard, Dirge Bard, Dirge Bard Spells Known (CL 1st; concentration +4) . . 1st (2/day)—cause fear (DC 14), grease . . 0 (at will)—detect magic, know direction, read magic, summon instrument -------------------- Statistics -------------------- Str 9, Dex 16, Con 12, Int 12, Wis 10, Cha 17 Base Atk +0; CMB -1; CMD 12 Feats Point-Blank Shot, Precise Shot Traits intrigued by thassilon Skills Diplomacy +7, Intimidate +7, Knowledge (arcana) +6, Knowledge (history) +6, Knowledge (local) +6, Knowledge (religion) +6, Linguistics +5, Perception +4, Perform (string instruments) +7, Sense Motive +4, Spellcraft +5, Use Magic Device +7 Languages Azlanti, Common, Thassilonian, Varisian SQ bardic knowledge +1 -------------------- Special Abilities -------------------- Bardic Knowledge +1 +1 +1 +1 +1 +1 +1 +1 +1 +1 +1 +1 +1 +1 +1 +1 +1 +1 +1 +1 +1 +1 +1 +1 +1 +1 +1 +1 Add +1 to all knowledge skill checks. Bardic Performance (standard action, 4 rounds/day, 4 rounds/day, 4 rounds/day, 4 rounds/day, 4 round Your performances can create magical effects. Point-Blank Shot +1 to attack and damage rolls with ranged weapons at up to 30 feet. Precise Shot You don't get -4 to hit when shooting or throwing into melee. Hero Lab and the Hero Lab logo are Registered Trademarks of LWD Technology, Inc. Free download at https://www.wolflair.com
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