Bolt is quick to react, moving in from the horse's blind side to make a wicked jab with his spear. Prime's bolt is right on target but pierces the saddlebag and doesn't seem to deal any damage. The raging animal strikes again with its hooves, this time at Nial, but Nial's hammer blow meets it mid air and the two are knocked a step away from one another by the recoil. Mokrim, taking advantage of the creature's shift in attention, makes a neat strike with the longsword that leaves a deep gash in the horse's neck. Whether concussed or suffering from the sudden loss of blood, it keels over with a significant thump, barely breathing. The rider remains motionless.
You don't recognize the man at a glance. Maybe now that th fighting is over, a proper examination close to the firelight will reveal more.
Sorry for moving without Caelreth and Brine, but I'm unsure of the etiquette for speeding up combat in a PbP and am trying to make up for my recent slowness to respond
As the horse closes at a rapid charge, you see madness and fear mingled in its eyes and movement. What you at first took to be a rider is flailing too much to be in control of anything; if he isn't dead, he's certainly wounded. The horse itself seems to be sick or wounded, with a swollen area on the right side of its neck.
1d4 to determine target, discounting stealthing players.
1d4 (3) = Mokrim
Horse attacks, 2 hooves
1 hits for 5 damage
As the bleary eyed party makes an impressive effort to make ready for this interruption, the horse snorts twice, followed by a shriek that wouldn't be recognizably from a horse, if the animal wasn't right in front of everyone. As the ululating cry dies down, the beast surges forward and lashes out at Mokrim with a rapid beating down of its from hooves. The rider barely stays on the animal, and offers neither greeting nor battle cry.
You take 5 points of damage.
Kearan's watch passes uneventfully, and Prime's seems to be much the same. As he counts down to the appointed time to wake another his ears pick up a rapid approach of hooves. Within a moment, as Prime prepares to alert the others, he and perhaps Nial, based on his previous post make out the shape of a horse and rider in the faint moonlight, roughly 100 feet from the camp.
Mokrim know that a few of the higher ups in Dashiell's organization wear chainmail as a mark of status. They aren't the only people with such armor, but are certainly the best known .
Oscus quickly accepts Bolt's gift of food.
He begins to work on cleaning the squirrel right away, and has is spitted over the growing fire by the time everyone has taken their seats on the wagon.
The next couple of hours are uneventful, though a combination of vanishing daylight and a less visible trail make it difficult to travel with much certainty. About the time time everyone prepares to make camp, someone next poster notices a wheel of yellow cheese, a hunk of hard bread, and a half dozen full waterskins stowed in the wagon. The night is cool, but not uncomfortably so, and the forest is quiet - uncomfortably so.
Sorry for the delay, everyone - I'll try to do better keeping about making at least a nightly post.
Oscus thinks for a minute before committing to a description.
"Well, the fellow had his hood up, so I never did see his face. He was riding a fine looking horse, solid black, taller than most I see around. The rider looked to have a shirt of metal rings on, so he's certainly a man of means. I've saw him pass me by and then head back toward town on my last job out this way, a couple weeks ago."
Fishing out what indeed appears to be little more than crumbs, the man begins to lay out his supper on a treestump, after quickly wiping it somewhat clean with his sleeve.
"Suit yourselves if you'd rather trudge on - and keep ane eye out for an empty house on up the road. I expect you'll get that far by tomorrow night. Been years since I've been that far out but I expect it's holding up well enough to make a decent shelter. And a'course, good luck with finding what you need to find."
"Well I don't aim to hold up any man from his own business. Truth be told I ought to have been back by town a couple days ago. I won't have a bite left for tomorrow's breakfast as it is. No particular reason for stayin out so long save p'raps my own curiosity. Saw some of the sheriff's men heading out a while back, but I never saw any come back."
He raises an eyebrow and looks closely at Caelreth.
"Saw another man heading the same direction a day behind, but he hasn't been back either. If you're lookin for something particular, I may be able to help a bit. Just don't interrogate me.
Rooting around, Bolt manages to find about a pound of wild onions. With a bola (or whatever else you feel is appropriate) Bolt also manages to kill a squirrel.
Robert Hawkshaw wrote:
I'm wondering about this myself - the store lists three different Reaper "Fur and Armor" kits with three different prices. Do we have any more details, or an anticipated availability date?
Oscus loosens his grip on the axe handle, and slowly lays it across a stump, bodily lowering himself onto the same. A big grin spreads across his face, revealing two teeth missing from his lower set.
"Pr'aps you fellows have something for a decent meal tonight? I'm down to crumbs at this point, but I wanted to meet a sort of self imposed quota, if you will. Can't head back to town with a job half done"
With a grunt he rises again, giving a louder grunt as he jumps up to grab the hanging pack. A few moments of rummaging as the man ambles over to the fire pit produces flint and a well worn bit of steel.
"May as well get a fire going, 'specially if I'm having company."
As the whistling continues toward the group, Brine and Caelreth get the first glimpse of a thoroughly sweat soaked human man whose patch covered clothes also have a liberal coating of bark and wood chips. As he steps further into the clearing, right past the lumber pile where Brine remains hidden at his back, the man becomes visible to everyone. He has prominent jowls and many laugh lines, with a smattering of graying hair remaining, though he seems fairly muscular for an obviously aging man. With a start he notices Nial bending over the tracks (which aren't remarkably large) and takes a step backward, then glances at Kearan and Mokrim, finally settling his eyes on Caelreth. Or rather, Calereth's bow.
"Well hello, uh, gentlemen. May I ask what your business is this far out, and this late in the evening? I trust mine is obvious enough."
He indicates the primitive, but well made, stone-headed axe that rests on his shoulder.
"My name is Oscus. I hope this isn't a robbery, mostly for your sake. The timber is the most valuable thing you'll find here.
He gives a dry chuckle, but readjusts the grip on his axe.
I should have stated it more clearly - everyone finds it just a bit out of reach, though Kearan might be able to just brush it with his fingertips on tiptoe. A decent jump would likely make it easy enough to grab.
Prime quickly notices the remains of a campfire, as Mokrim crouches to take a closer look. This one is fresher - surely from last night. Poking around a bit more, Mokrim uncovers a few bones that have been halfheartedly buried. As they point this out to everyone, the entire group sees a half dozen young ash trees that have been felled, broken down into transportable logs, and neatly stacked to one side of the clearing.
Just as Prime focuses in an some tracks heading further into the forest, he, Mokrim, and Brine hear what appears to be someone whistling a tune, accompanied by rustling as something approaches the clearing from the same direction the tracks point.
Llewellyn takes a moment to shake hands with everyone present, then prepares to depart.
With that he departs, setting a rapid pace on foot back the way he came.
A couple of hours down the road Caelreth spots the remains of a campfire by the roadside. A closer inspection reveals that it is at least two days old. The trail started off well worn, but by the time night approaches it becomes obvious that there isn't much traffic this far out of the settled areas. The old mule doesn't seem to care where the group is headed, and happily plods along at the easy pace being set.
As the light dims, Brine spots a circle with three dots in it clearly marked at head height on a tree. Peering through the dimming light, she notices a stump not too far off the path, then several more. It's a small clearing, with the look of recent work. A bedroll and sack hang from a tree branch barely out of reach.
As the party ventures northward Caelreth notices someone approaching from the opposite direction. Halting for a few moments, the group is soon able to make out an open-topped wagon pulled by a sturdy, if used, looking mule. Sheriff Llewellyn hails them as he draws nearer.
"Taking off so soon? You lot are lucky I didn't hold out for something better and wait till after the evening meal to seek you out. This old fellow has seen better days, but his master owed me a favor. This was the best I could do on short notice, so he's yours for the time being."
Brine sees nothing but clear skies today, and there is a fair smell on the air from this spring's flowers. She predicts at least another two or three days of pleasantly warm and sunny weather for traveling. Surrounding the house are Kearan's fields where the young crops line up in rows of healthy green, and in the distance the road disappears into a forest. She sees nothing otherwise remarkable.
What exactly do we know about Dunstone, other than what the books just told us?
It's fairly common knowledge that Dunstone was the largest and most populous settlement before the famine, and probably one of the oldest in the world. It had been the center of civilization, so to speak, since the first flood wiped out all the towns not in an elevated location. Dunstone had already begun to experience a slow decline after the earthquake the people call the Broken Ground, but was completely abandoned after the chaotic times during the famine.
Wow - great to come home from work to a big string of posts. I guess this is where my lack of knowledge on the PBP side shows. I had figured to give you guys the weekend to make the obligatory "I arrive at Kearan's place" but it looks like everyone was waiting on me. In future I'll provide more directive nudges - or, as i should have done with Kearan in this case, ask a player to briefly provide a description of something they would know about.
With Kearan's guidance to the appropriate sections of his library, the group is able to uncover a few choice bits of information.
Caelreth comes across a hefty tome with no listed author, really more a collection of notes than a properly edited book. It begins with a rambling series of accounts on the second Terror, the "Time of the Hungry Wild." Flipping through to a few different points reveals the gist of the author's findings - there is anecdotal evidence from word of mouth that there has been unusual animal behavior around the time of each of the Terrors. The author then shifts to wild speculation on whether this occurs early, as a warning, or perhaps the beasts are simply caught up in the air of chaos afterward, or if there is a force actively controlling them.
Mokrim pulls out a history of Dunstone that appears to be very old and badly in need of rebinding. The writer names himself one Lethiel Tasar. When Caelreth finishes with his first book he and Mokrim together realize that the annotations of an unknown reader may prove more useful than the history itself. These suggest an interesting possibility about the city's origin, specifically that Dunstone may have thrived initially because of a series of existing catacombs beneath the city. It seems that, at some point in time, there were tales of rooms beneath the city bearing strange sigils much like those on the obelisks.
"Mokrim is the boy with the sword - one of Dashiell's men and his son, or so Dashiell has claimed him to be. The tattooed fellow...seems off to me. I've never seen him and he claims to have no memory. I'd keep a close eye on the both of them, and the orcish looking girl as well."
As best as Caelreth can tell, the sheriff isn't holding anything back.
"Well, Caelreth, you know what they say about desperate times - and I think desperate times truly are on the horizon."
The sherrif considers Brine's request for a few moments, then shrugs once Mokrim has chipped in.
"I'm already short the mounts of the men that are missing, and it'll be hard to scrounge up many extra without raising suspicions. I'll see what I can do and have what I can out to Kearan's this evening - it's in the right direction so you all can take a moonlight start, if you think that's best. Just be careful - I'm doing my best to have men ready most anywhere and couriers ready to spread any news.
Maynard gives a curt nod to Matthias on the way out of the inn, and finishes speaking in the afternoon sun.
The sheriff nods, then stands up from the table to address the group.
He stops to take a drink of water, and perhaps to gauge the reactions thus far.
"I'm sure you can see what I'm driving at - the replacement pair left out of Piravel thirteen days ago, and not one of the four dispatched rangers has reported in. There's been neither storm nor fog to slow them down, so they are sure to be dead or incapacitated in some way. I fear the obelisk has become active and something dark is on the horizon, but I just don't know. And if word gets out at the wrong time, in the wrong way, or to the wrong people, we'll have anarchy on our hands. The famine brought out the worst in a lot of people - we can't let that happen again. I intend for your group to depart soon, travel swiftly, and take every precaution so that at least some of you - Erastil willing, all of you - make it back so that we can have news and react accordingly."
Caelreth recognized Idecca at the bar. He's an elf at the end of his natural lifespan who is called "The Arcanist" because he spent most of his years attempting to work magic, to no effect. He was always eager to share this knowledge, but now has sunk into a depression after a life of fruitless research.
Maynard smiles when Caelreth finally shows up.
A few moments laterafter Bolt's last comment
"I'm not trying to be hostile, now, but I'd like a little more information on who I'm talking to before I start providing the details for what I'd intended to let slip to as few ears as possible."
Maynard nods in Mokrim's direction, proceeding to take a bite of his bread, which he has now slathered with honey. After swallowing, he continues.
"Mokrim's explanation is fair enough, and I imagine his father would have gotten wind of this soon enough anyhow. To be honest, I'd appreciate the help. But you, with the tattoos, I don't recognize - and I've seen pretty much everyone in this world at least once. Would you care explain what's brought you here?"
The sheriff takes a seat at the head of the long table and begins to butter a slab of bread.
A clatter announces the sheriff's arrival, and a moment later a dirty blonde mop of hair and broad set of shoulders appears at the entryway. He pauses mid-ascent and looks around the room, his eyes lingering on Prime, Brine, and particularly Mokrim.
The Belching Boar is a modest inn and tavern that doesn't appear very remarkable, but is particularly respected by the hunters and gatherers in the region as a place where drifters are welcome. The building is log cabin built from rough hewn cedar with a small second story reaching up over the common room. The barkeep, a balding human by the name of Matthias, asks everyone entering to please keep quiet, as there's an important meeting upstairs today. When he hears that you are attending this meeting, he blinks for a moment, then points toward a ladder that is attached to the back of the brick fireplace. "Sheriff said there'd be a few arriving by now, but he had to tend to something quick like. Food is all layed out upstairs. Help yourself till he gets back."
These initial responses will be by PM since a couple of individuals have somewhat different reasons for attending this meeting than the bulk of the group, and may have slightly different information going in. Once most everyone has checked in I will open the gameplay thread with Llewellyn giving everyone a rundown of his important business.
After deliberating today, I've decided to widen the pool of players all the way to 8. If I bungle anything early on I hope you'll forgive me as this will be new to me both due to the number of players and the play-by-post nature. I somewhat regret expanding the player base since that leaves us only a few applicants not brought in, and it does seem an arbitrary cut off - but I figure the line must be drawn somewhere. Thanks again to everyone who expressed interest and rolled up character for my unorthodox beginning - and a hearty welcome to the following characters:
Out of character discussion thread is open here.
"The Terrors" or "The Devil's Coin"
Few written records exist from the earliest settlers in this world, but those few that remain and oral tradition make a few things clear. Somewhere, there is a larger world, where the first settlers of this smaller one first lived. Something terrible was happening in this other world, and many tried to flee. Somehow, a caravan of refugees learned of the entry to this place, and were told that it would mean a home for them and their children - but at a price that would remain unspoken. Whether this was a celestial being, a mortal of great power, or Asmodeus himself is unknown, but over the generation many have ended up believing it is the latter. It didn't take long for the populace to learn that the obelisks were somehow related, and to begin keeping a watch on them. Sometimes hundreds of years pass between the terrors, but there have been times when one followed on another's heels in mere days.
The First Death - Something like smoke in the air killed many who breathed it, and killed every last dwarf that had come to this supposed refuge. This is said to have happened very shortly after the settlers arrive.
Time of the hungry wild - A few years after the first death, packs of wolves, and according to legend more dangerous creatures, suddenly arrived in great numbers, roaming and killing until a group of heroes fought them off. The wolves and such that now live in the wild are generally skittish, aside from the occasional raid on livestock.
The Flood - Suddenly rising waters left only a few pockets of land habitable, leaving only a few isolated communities. Dunstone, situated on a high hill, was the largest of these settlements.
The Sudden Flame - A fire swept from pole to pole, destroying homes, crops, and forestland. it took a decade to restore normalcy.
The rage - Something in the air, or in the water, caused men and women to be filled with anger at best, and murderous rage at the worst. This lasted only for a few days, but it was enough to cause terrible damage. In its wake, many who could not live with the knowledge of what they had done - regardless of the unnatural influence - chose to take their own lives.
The Great Storm - History says this event was relatively mild - much destruction of homes and crops occurred, but little loss of life.
The Second Death- Just days after the great storm, a visible blackness came on the wind, and again those who breathed it sickened and died. What records and stories remained from the time of the first death suggest that this second one was a trifle in comparison, though the toll seemed terrible enough to those at its time.
The Mixed Blessing - A metal giant emerged from the forest unexpecedly and with ferocity, wiping out many dozens before it was rendered lifeless. The metal harvested from its remains proved invaluable in forging tools.
The Second Flood - This second flood wiped out the lowlands again, but most people were able to gather at least some of their belongings and speedily travel to one of the hilltop settlements. After a few tense months of cramped living, the people dispersed and rebuilding began
The Broken Ground - An earthquake shook the land and threw down much that had been built since the time of the flood. Worse still was the fate of Nethor, a town which had thrived from its quarry, supplying this world with stone. When the quake ended, nothing of Nethor remained but a large sinkhole. When early attempts to search for survivors resulted only in several would-be rescuers becoming trapped in rubble or falling to their deaths, Nethor was abandoned. There
The Famine - A supernatural blight on the land caused crops to wither, livestock to die off en-masse, and stored grains and meats to rot away. The ordered society that had existed for generations, centered around the hilltop communities that survived the first flood, broke down into anarchy. Among those alive today there are many ashamed of what they did to survive in those days - and some who regret only that they did not react quicker to their own benefit.
Note to Bolt - A first level character does indeed get their normal beginning feat, a bonus feat from the class, 3 points to spend from the training feature, and potentially a racial bonus feat if they are human.
To everyone: Submissions due by 8:00pm EST on the 25th
To DM Jelani:
While traditional alignments will be used for the necessary in game effect, I find them less useful for understanding a character because individual opinion can vary on what is acceptable for certain alignments. Selected characters will be required to list their position on a sliding scale between the following opposites. There are five positions for each. On the first pairing, for example, a character may fall Strongly on the side of Order, Somewhat on the side of Order, Neutral with respect to order and Chaos, or Somewhat or Strongly on the side of chaos. Submitted character don't have to add this, but will get a bonus when selection time comes if they choose to do so.
Black Thom wrote:
The concept is a Ronin/Summoner, where the Eidolon is a female ancestral spirit and the summoned creatures are Kami. The Eidolon would lend guidance, mentor and do what the samurai should not.
I think the concept is valid - stat up an alias if you want to get in the running.
DM Jelani said wrote:
Looking good to me. Does this alias have a brother named Daryl?The LG town is called Piravel, and the NE one Oakenhaven, though its namesake oaks have been over-harvested of late. Loup Blanc's reply about equipment is correct -100gp to start, with triple price for goods that require significant metal components
LastNameOnEarth said wrote:
Thanks for pointing out a gap in my explanation - gaining a level in a core class will not grant the normal armor proficiencies, but will expand weapon proficiencies. Any other class features will apply as normal. The martial weapon proficiency from the training feature is indeed for only a single weapon.
Llaelian said wrote:
Looks like you're almost there on this character - I can see it working very well.
World size: Departing from Piravel on foot, maintaining a steady pace and stopping only sparsely and to rest overnight, a traveler could arrive at the empty city of Dunstone in about 12 days. Dunstone was once home to a thousand souls, though now it is overgrown and only occasionally visited by scouts.
Maynard Llewellyn is sheriff in Piravel, and has big plans. A 31 year old human with elf blood in his veins, Maynard grew into adulthood but never let the suffering and wrongdoing around him dampen his idealism. In the few months since his appointment as sheriff, he has sent scouts to report on the condition of the portion of the world left uninhabited. He hopes to see families settled in Dunstone again before the year is through.
DM Jelani wrote:
Sounds like a good fit to me. Given the limited scope of the starting area, I'm all for allowing the players to weave their backstory in as part of the initial setting.
There are definitely wild animals. In fact, following the relatively recent famine, some of the settled area of this world was abandoned and has become more wild that the remaining population would like. If the largest settlement were one pole of this hollow sphere, then the other pole (which once was the site of a much larger settlement) is now abandoned. I like the character concept, and a survivalist type would definitely be a boon in this setting.
Dm Jelani wrote:
You realize the array you offered is a 30 pt buy right?
Yes, I was aiming to offer a sweet deal to tempt players away from min maxing to get 18 in their key stat. Now that I think about, I may have made the deal a little too sweet, and probably ought to drop one of those 14s to another 12.
Dm Jelani wrote:
-several questions about the setting-
There are two "large" towns for this world, one with a LG feel that is focused on keeping an eye on the scattered farmholds, with a permanent population of around 350, swelling significantly on market and festival days when family units make a brief journey and socialize. This town employs a roving force of peacekeepers who patrol the farmlands and keep a watch on lands that have grown wild.The second largest settlement tends toward a NE alignment and has a permanent population of around 200. This group managed to capitalize on the famine by obtaining an unfair share of the quality weapons and armor, and now make their living through an implicit threat of hostile takeover should they not be well supplied.
Beyond these two, there are small single family groups who farm, fish(there is a significant river and one large lake) or engage in another craft. There are also a few extended family groups centered around a very large home and guided by a matriarch or patriarch. These clans are often around 50 strong.
While these people have agricultural techniques on the same level as you would expect in Golarion, they are getting by with inferior tools for the most part - so there is definitely a Neolithic element. Alchemy functions, though the alchemist class would be unable to produce extracts or truly magical potions.
Loup Blank wrote:
are traits being used?
Yes, everyone can grab two traits. And I'm definitely liking the character you've put together.
Adeptus Technicanus wrote:
Are you planning on this being combat heavy, or more roleplaying?
I strive for a reasonable balance. This is intended to be me telling the broad strokes of a story, while the players fill in the details and make choices that may nudge me in a somewhat different direction. But when there is violence in this story, I am for a combat that is as brief as possible, embellished with some cinematic descriptions.
Pilanthropist said wrote:
Can the points from Training be saved between levels, or must they all be spent immediately?
They may indeed be saved.
Philanthropist said wrote:
Also, how many players are you looking for, and how much backstory do you want for the characters?
I'm aiming to keep this small with just four players, and perhaps start something larger if there if a)enough people are sufficiently interested to try this and b)those people enjoy it and I feel continuing will be worthwhile. A paragraph of backstory is sufficient, though I've made it difficult to say much due to the limited setting. Within this small agrarian community you may still have had unique pursuits. Someone opting to take several knowledge skills for their class skills, for example, may have been responsible for maintaining or transcribing the few ancient texts passed down over the generations this population has been encapsulated in its demiplane.
Black Thom said wrote:
An eastern influence is definitely possible. I think part of the effect of being in this isolated community would likely be an inclination to cling to culture and focus on passing traditions to one's children. Branching into summoner once you get core class levels will be acceptable, though I hope the goal isn't to powergame.
Bearded Ben said wrote:
I might be wrong, but I understood Haiku's comment as meaning that ARG races were allowed with the caveat that if you aren't playing a core race, "one of the last of a dying race" is automatically in your backstory.
This is correct. If anyone is looking at racial archetypes and concerned about this, I think the majority of them could be re-fluffed and allowable for other races.
Loup Blanc said wrote:
I appreciate the interest. The more I think about it the more I wish I'd spent some more time on the initial writeup for the homebrew class component, but perhaps it can work well enough as is.
Bearded Ben wrote:
Is that "any core race except Dwarf" or are races from the ARG allowable? So oracles, druids, and rangers are the only available divine casters, right? Would you allow paladins who take the spell-less Warrior of the Holy Light archetype?
Correct on all points, though uncommon races will be very uncommon in this small population - perhaps the last of a family that has slowly died out. A non-casting Paladin is acceptable, and perhaps even ideal. The demiplane where we begin has the dead magic trait, so it will be a short bit into the adventure before powers latent in the blood may begin to manifest.
Bearded Ben wrote:
That's three levels where the only healing options are mundane healing, potions, and UMD.
Right on the money, but I've no intention of making things impossible to survive.
Bearded Ben wrote:
Thank you, I neglected to specify: simple weapon proficiency is part of the class and skill ranks are 4+Int. Class skills you will be able to pick and choose, selecting 9 class skills in addition to Craft and Profession being class skills. Try not to powergame this, if you can.
Bearded Ben wrote:
Are guns allowed?
There won't be guns initially, but someone wishing to be a gunslinger will be able to find a gun by the time they are ready to take a level in the class.
I do appreciate the request for clarification - I knew I'd end up leaving something off but that's a bit more than I anticipated. And only after reading this to I see how wary I'd be of starting off as some homebrew class, and with limited options to follow. My goal is to have the number of bonus feats available early on allow a greater degree of customization while making up for the delay in class feature progression once levels are taken in a core class.
Also, traits are on the table even if the fluff doesn't make sense. Just provide some reasoning for why you have the crunch it provides.
A Note on Religion:
Being in a dead magic demiplane, this population has had to get by without divine aid. While there are some records of the many churches that existed in the past, only a few believe that tales of magical healing and raising of the dead are anything but myth. Despite this, there are enough worshipers that PCs can be of any faith from Golarion lore.
A Note on Equipment:
Starting equipment will be limited in terms of anything metallic, due to the lack of metal in this world, all of which comes from the first inhabitants who brought it with them, rather than from in the ground. A steel longsword in good condition would be a treasured family heirloom - though the odds of owning such an item have increased since the recent drop in population. Begin play with 100gp in equipment, but triple the cost for any item containing metal components.
I'm forced to confess myself a relatively inexperienced DM, but my players have enjoyed our past sessions, so I'm encouraged enough to hope others can do the same. After a campaign that took a twist away from my intentions due to the party's spur of the moment decision to incite mutiny on a ship and become a pirate crew, I've decided to try and administer a PbP game. I intend for this to be short, to begin with, due to my zero experience with the PbP system. At a reasonable point I'll declare an end to the first chapter of this story, and hope to continue if things have gone well and there is continued interest.
Don't come looking for a very fast pace - I myself will check the thread once around 7AM EST before work, and at least once around 6:30 EST after supper(Perhaps dinner for you, but certainly supper for me).
My game will be limited to Paizo published products, but within that everything should be fair game except the Leadership feat. Players may choose any race except Dwarf, and may not be a Cleric, Paladin, or Inquisitor for reasons that will become apparent during the game.
A Note on Combat:
I'll put this first, since it may turn some people off - my home games have always featured theater of the mind combat supplemented by crude maps drawn on scratch paper. This means positions may be loosely interpreted sans map for smaller combats, though for anything that could get complicated I'll link to an image for your viewing pleasure and tactical appraisal
Players begin with one level in the Adventurer homebrew class, and may choose to take up another bases class after sinking three levels into adventurer. The adventurer is not a spellcaster, but there are benefits for becoming a spellcaster later. Clerics and Inquisitors are off limits due to the setting. Ability scores are 25 point buy, or you may use the array of
The adventurer is essentially a gifted individual who has had limited training thus far in life, but rapidly grows in power once in a struggle for survival in a dangerous environment. At each level, an adventurer gains +1 BAB, +1 to each save, and a d10 hit die - max at first level, your choice of a roll or average hp thereafter. The adventurer gains one additional feat for which he meets the qualifications at each level, plus additional feats from the Training class feature. Training grants 3 points to be spent per level, on the following feats:
Levels in adventurer will count toward a character's caster level and spells per day. Wizards will not know any spells until they find a spellbook. Sorcerers will know one spell of each available level at first, but will have the spells known of a 5th level sorcerer once they are an Adventurer 3/Sorcerer 2. This won't be a consideration at first, but if this goes long term spellcasters shouldn't be gimped.
The player character have lived their entire lives in what they know as their world, but which those with more knowledge would know as a demiplane. It is essentially a Dyson sphere on a small scale, surrounding a tiny artificial sun and with a population that once reach nearly 20,000, but is presently only a tenth of that. The land is bountiful, and most of the population work as farmers - the landmass is sufficiently small that nothing has been left unexplored. The only unusual features are a dozen obelisks spaced evenly around the land. In the past, eleven of these have begun to glow without warning, always just before a catastrophe befalls the land. Most recently, 28 years ago, a terrible fungal infection destroyed almost all the crops and rotted much of the stored granary supplies, and even a large part of the cured meats. Famine reigned for a decade, and only now has the population begun to truly recover. None living remember what the previous obelisks forewarned, but history tells of flood, fire, and plague over the course of centuries. As the story begins the PCs are called in by what serves as the law in this community to investigate a of disappearances, and are made privy to the what must surely be linked to them - the twelfth obelisk, of pure marble, has begun to show glowing runes, woe is sure to follow.
More on the setting, which will reveal an early plot point:
Catastrophe will force our cast of characters to abandon their home and journey through a planar gate to a ruined world. Yes, folks, it's a far future Golarion after a mysterious apocalyptic event that is now ancient history. Should this go long term, the PCs may eventually learn the nature of what befell Golarion, and perhaps even answer the more important question - can anyone save the wasteland that is left?
-And a couple of things that I hope will make your character more unique - both in a fluff and crunch sort of way. I've developed some house rules for mutations that I hope will prove fun, and while the setting may lend itself to low magic, this will largely translate as finding fewer items of greater power that may well come to help define a character and his or her combat style. The relics that remain from civilizations past are powerful indeed.
So here's a bit to chew on, at least. For the time being I'd like to keep this small, so I'm looking for only 4 players. My home games have only been 2-3 players assisted by their NPC buddy as needed, and I'd like a more controlled setting while I get used to running things PbP. If there's enough interest, I'll hope to get slots picked next week, and get things rolling the week of the 28th.
One of my player just reached Magus 7 / Soul Drinker 2, gaining the following ability:
Energy Drain (Su): At 2nd level, a souldrinker gains the
How would the energy drain fit in with his spell combat, etc - it seems to more than lean toward OP if this can apply at the same time as spell delivery and a couple of melee attacks. And secondly, given that the text mentions no opportunity to save against this, is it a guaranteed negative level on every touch attack?
By a strict reading, they both modify the 7th level bloodline feat.
It seems to me that while crosblooded offers you two two lists to choose from for the 7th level bloodline feat, it isn't actually modifying it. Tattooed Sorcerer would simply nullify those options by replacing the feat entirely.
Its not for a re-roll. For any attack roll using one of those weapons (zen includes his bows) you can choose to make a perfect strike and roll twice instead of once. You can do this once per round.
Sorry - what I was thinking and what I typed were quite different. But based on your response, it is indeed only one attack from a flurry that can benefit from this effect?
For a zen archer making a flurry of blows, would this apply only to a single attack roll, and remain usable only for a single re-roll per round? RAW that seems to be the case.
My question is simple - how should this be handled if it is cast on a PC? The spell allows no saving throw, and while the spell description does say that "A clever recipient can subvert some instructions," it generally sounds like they would be forced to obey. The consequences for not following the order are clear, but the spell doesn't say the target can choose to disobey and take the penalties, because the penalties are listed in the context of "If the subject is prevented from obeying."
RAW, it sounds like the enchantment specializing sorceress my player may end up fighting could simply cast Geas with a command of "defend me from your allies," giving them almost no way to prevent the effect. So, fellow GMs, how would you handle this? I've included some more snippets from the spell description below.
:While a geas cannot compel a creature to kill itself or perform acts that would result in certain death, it can cause almost any other course of activity.
:The geased creature must follow the given instructions until the geas is completed, no matter how long it takes.
:This spell functions similarly to lesser geas, except that it affects a creature of any HD and allows no saving throw.
If you aren't worried about using a wrist slot, you can always grab a 5gp spring loaded wrist sheath from the Adventurer's Armory:
Wrist Sheath, Spring Loaded: