Please consider the (last-minute application) of Grinning Skull, proud warrior and orphan of origins unknown to him.
Background story
Grinning Skull, for lack of a better name, has been one of Gaedren Lamm's so-called "little lamms" for as long as he can remember. Now a broad-shouldered towering man with dark hair and numerous scars adorning his tanned skin, he has always obeyed his master's command, breaking his enemies' kneecaps as soon as it was required. There was something soothing with clear orders. Grinning Skull had a place in this world, thanks to the crimelord. Hence, he never considered any other lifestyle or occupation.
Yet, something has always seemed off to him. First, he knew nothing about his parents, or his origins. Of course, the honeyed-tongued Lamm assured him that he was an orphan that he'd taken under his wings, offering him a chance at a better survival. However, there was this strange tattoo covering his shoulder, a massive, pitch-black grinning skull that he was quickly named after. A trace of his long-forgotten childhood. The source of so many questions, yet there weren't any answers for them. Until now.
Recently, as the hulking goon was washing off the blood off his hands - another man's blood, but there was no one to complain about it anymore - a vision occured to him. An elderly spirit, resembling the young Grinning Skull, appeared to him - and him only - talking a strange language he didn't understand. Somehow the sounds were familiar, as if buried deep within his memories, so long ago. A chant came up, like a childhood lullaby, sung in this guttural language. Yet the spirit disappeared, leaving Grinning Skull with so many interrogations. It returned the next night, and the night after, slowly talking to the goon, and little by little the gibberish started to make sense. There were familiar words that he'd start to discern. "Shoan-Ti. Skoan-Ka. Taken. Taken. Taken..." A veil started to tear in Grinning Skull's faded memories, and a terrible pain surged from the bottom of his heart. The terror of losing his parents, a brief reminiscence of his mother's face, he was TAKEN by Lamm's men. Raw fury submerged him as he now remembered what the spirit tried to tell him. Lamm had not saved him. Lamm had taken him away from his parents, his origins.
Lamm had to die.
About me
I'm Lithrac, a 44 year-old father of two and experienced PF1e GM/player. I've played numerous pbp scenarios, modules, and adventure paths with great success, up to the moment PF2e came out. I underwent a hiatus, mostly for familial reasons, but I have returned to this beloved style of play. I'm not highly familiar with PF2e (I started delving through books only about two weeks ago), but I'm eager to learn and to play. Looking forward to having a chance to play this amazing adventure path, which I haven't read, GMed, or played yet. I'm a huge Varisia fan though. Posting once a day (or more) isn't a problem for me.
