Elfteiroh wrote:
So there aren't currently enough printers in USA, because it was cheaper to outsource to China and ship them back to the USA. Usually is there between 6 months to a couple years to set up factory depending on the complexity, so whatever trailblazer sets up shop or expands capacity can make mad profits, assuming the tariffs are, in fact, implemented. Additionally, a shortage due to a demand hike is just that. There was shortage of pink paint due to the Barbie Movie, that doesn't mean that the paint industry is weak or couldn't adapt to sustained increase in demand. At best it means it operates in tight, "just in time", order scheduled.
Riggler wrote: I was also wondering about the impact. Are conversations being held with American book printers? Numbers being runned on domestic publication and shopping vs. foreign? Or do you just shift to a lessor tariffed foreign manufacturer than China? At least, this will help Paizo achieve their sustainability goal by reducing their cardon print by printing locally. If Paizo were the only that increased their prices by printing locally, the sticker shock would scare off more customers than if it's an industry wide thing.
TriOmegaZero wrote: How does someone else’s offense prevent you from being a safe person? Because if you offend someone, you are causing a certain amount distress to that person, ergo you are not being safe. Unless you are of the school of thought of "sticks and stone can break my bones, but words will never hurt me", in which case I agree 100% with you. However, I doubt that would count as "safe" in modern parlance.
Master Han Del of the Web wrote:
Thank you for proving my point. Ignis Fatuus wrote: You can't. You can only be a "safe person" if you keep quiet and kept your head down; otherwise, you will offend someone somewhere.
Master Han Del of the Web wrote: I'd really like to know your definition of 'fun', Ignis Fatuus, because the phrasing implies that it involves giving certain people free rein to be abusive and toxic. I would wager our definitions of 'fun' might be vastly different. Just enjoyment, amusement, or light-hearted pleasure.
TriOmegaZero wrote: Maybe you can be a fun, safe person instead. You can't. You can only be a "safe person" if you keep quiet and kept your head down; otherwise, you will offend someone somewhere. Even then, there are people that claim that in action is support and will be offended by someone not caring or actively supporting their cause. Unless you mean "safe and fun" to your in-group, which doable depending on how tolerant your group is and how prone to purity spiraling.
Mellored wrote:
Counter spell would fail, as you wouldn't be seeing the actual manifestation, but an afterimage. While this is true for everything we see, the delay is too miniscule to matter on a normal situation.
I always pictured the Dawnflower cult as a bunch of self deluded heretics who use their very own interpretation of scripture to justify their atrocities, similar to Frolo from the Hunchback of Notredame, that Paladin from the OotS or anyone on the real world who uses feinged religious peity for personal gain like a millionare televangelist. With a few misguided individuals in the lower ranks, like the Gray Gardeners. Cool villians to be handled with care. Sad they are gone, would have been cool to fight them.
Leon Aquilla wrote:
That is actually true. They *just* excecuted the nuns, because they beleive women were incapable of being changing their mind from religion into communism, and force the priests to toe the line and break confession confidentiality.
Rysky wrote:
Except pretty much everyone is doing key stat + save stats or is getting roflstomped by high level boss monsters. Spreading abilty scores like this means that the fighter is better at intimidating or recalling knowledge without sacrificing survivabilty.
Totally Not Gorbacz wrote:
Isn't the gray area a guy making a rough sketch, inputting a description, and hitting the process button?
David knott 242 wrote:
Nice to know that Golarion is outside the obervable Universe.
Issue is that both good outsiders can fall and evil outsider can ascend, they are capable of making moral judgement like just about everyone else. At this point what is the difference between a species that produces 99.999999% evil individuals that pose an existential threat to other species and one that does it 99% of the time? I rather have a hand wave that members of certain species are physically incapable of empathy with any rare non-evil accident being actively corrupted or weed out than having a moral dilemma every random encounter against intelligent foes.
Losonti wrote: I'm crossing my fingers for them to not just keep adding new APs and modules as they release, but to go back and do some of the older APs like Ages of Ashes and Extinction Curse. I've been using the PDF Import tool so far, but the production value of the official modules is just...wow. Top tier stuff. My guess is that they are going to give priority to new modules because they have a bigger market. Not sure how many players will repurchase older adventures to play in Foundry.
Hi, I've been running the begginer's box for a few friends and one of player missed two sessions. The rest of players continue with the module and are level 2 now. Should I proceed with PCs at different levels or should I adjust the XP of the player that has fallen behind to the rest of the party. Thanks in advance,
I understand it is more of legal and technical issue. Due to the way the forum is set up, a banned person loses access to the store and, more importantly, their downloads. Unless the ban comes with a refund, I think Paizo would end up breaking some consumer laws if they were to block access to the downloads.
Davido1000 wrote:
I agree, too many orphaned classes with little to no support beyond their original book was 1E problem.
1) Tradewinds: expanede rules on organizations, developing and mantaining trade rutes, events, naval and caravan combat. 2) Epic: I don't beleive Mythic can be done while mataining the tight math unless every option or boon doesn't have a direct combat impact. 3)A book with the Inquisitor and Kineticist
HumbleGamer wrote:
I know, but I don't see another way of justifying a squishy wizard going into melee with a conjured weapon Darksouls or Elden Ring style.
TOZ wrote: How long after release are they allowed to start working on it? It is more about perception than anything else and it depends greatly on what they choose to offer or not. For example, if they chose to make Stolen Lands One Shot prequel it would make sense that it comes right before or with the AP, if it is an annotated pdf with commentary and playtest anectdotes it could come after release, but the more time they take the the it will serve its purpose.
keftiu wrote: When the problem is that the products are late, demanding they make even more content /and/ release it for free feels pretty absurd. Again is not a demand. I haven't backed this project and, given things has been handled so far, likely wouldn't in the future. Crowdfunding is a great model from the developers side. They get interest free money in the form of guaranteed sales and get an estimate of the sales for the print run sizes, but it depends on the trust of the customer.
It could be done if the spell would allow you to attack using your spell attack roll, use casting Stat for damage and deals force or other atypical types of damage. Maybe concentration would be required to ensure you don't end with a spell that makes a better fighter than the fighter for a minute a day.
Yes, otherwise the perception could be that Paizo doesn't care if there is a delay since they already have your money. Note that other products aren't being financed by the costumer's money
Rysky wrote: If you demand it it's not really customary now is it? Who is demanding what? Expectations and demands are different. I missed the deadline. I just want to know how they are handling this to personally make a more informed decision in the future. The Raven Black wrote: To add even more unforeseeable delay? No, I specify "digital" and "after release". Anything from a PDF plus version with the annotions from the developers and/or annecdotes from playtests to a new PDF with the cut content or a whole bonus dungeon or sidequests. And since most bottlenecks seem to be in shipping and logistics, it doesn't seem like something like that would incur in any additional delay. Basically anything that says "We are sorry for not living up to the expectations we help set up. Please, accept this geture as an apology and not let this delays sour your perception of us"
About Lazarus CainSample Sheet: http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1137775 Stats:
Lazarus Cain
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I am in the Eastern Timezone. I’m generally at a computer all day long every day. So my posting can be fairly consistent all day, every day! Description:
Possessing strong Risurian features, Lazarus’s skin is a tanned bronze criss-crossed with countless scars that detract somewhat from an otherwise handsome appearance. His short, white hair serves as indication of a stress filled life. Lean and tall, Lazarus dresses in well-crafted and form fitting attire, intending to minimize anything that could get caught in combat and impede movement. Ever pragmatic, Lazarus prioritizes function over form and can be seen wearing tough and heavy duty clothes a top his armor with ample pockets, complete with a bandolier strapped across his body for easy access to ammunition. Never far from his hands is a cared for, if battered musket that has seen plenty of use. For those with the skill to tell, it is readily apparent that many of the original wooden parts have been replaced with iron and steel equivalents as battle damage has taken its toll on the weapon.
Portrait:
See: http://i.imgur.com/VVLjvbl.jpg Personality:
Lazarus is extremely well spoken and well mannered, shoring up his scarred appearance with tempered wisdom and uncanny intelligence. His service in the Risurian military has ingrained teamwork and a strong ethic to be carrying his ‘share’ of the work no matter the task, by extension Lazarus takes great care to never be seen as ‘slacking’ or doing anything other than his best. Often times memories from the battles across the Yerasol Archipelago can cause him to lose sight of a situation, and become ‘mission focused’ on the objective at hand losing sight of the bigger picture. Coming from a long line of patriots Lazarus is fierce in his patriotism to Risur, and takes betrayal of the country his comrades, friends, and family have fought for over the years as a personal affront.
Friends:
Sergeant Gimmel: A now retired veteran of the Yerasol war, Gimmel was discharged from the military after taking wounds that left him unable to exert himself for long periods of time. He used his earnings and military connections to move into the industrial scene and has started up a successful gunsmithing factory, attempting to leverage everything he can from the increased trade between Risur and Danor. He, Lazarus and Jenner keep in close contact because of their shared military days, and their common interest in everything to do with the gun trade. Private Jenner: A now retired veteran of the Yerasol war, Jenner followed Gimmel when he started a gunsmithing factory and is a much better gunsmith than he ever was a soldier. Striving to push Danorian and Drakrian technologies to their breaking point Jenner has created a reputation of a ‘Mad Technologist’ for himself, quickly trying to close the technological gap found between the two countries. He prefers to work on drafting and prototyping new technology, leaving the sale and actual business in Gimmel’s more than capable hands.
Family:
Lisa Cain: Having long since retired from military life, Lazarus’s mother has turned her formidable logistical prowess to political use and has joined The Nettles political structure under Reed Macbannin’s administration. They work together in an attempt to gain recognition and tolerance for the new arrivals of the city and to help provide aid to those in need. Her long term goals are to use it as a spring board for further political clout. She and Lazarus have a close relationship despite their independent nature and try to call on one another a few times a month when time permits. With the bulk of their family spread out elsewhere in Risur, they are all the family they have nearby. Background:
Born on 6 Spring 473 AR, Lazarus was born in Risur city of Flint. In his early life, Lazarus remembers growing up in the Battalion Academy with his mother, Lisa, and his father Derek on Pine Island. Lisa served as a logistics officer, who gained recognition for being able to wade through mountains of paperwork and churn out ammunition, swords, ships and food at a moment’s notice for commanders directing the war effort far off in Yerasol. His father Derek on the other hand was a well-respected officer with multiple tours of duty back and forth from the Yerasol archipelago and multiple training stints to break in the up and coming soldiers. Both sides of Lazarus’s family carried strong military backgrounds reaching back generations, it was a foregone conclusion that Lazarus would follow in their footsteps. Despite the disruptions that military life brought, Lazarus enjoyed a comfortable family life until the Fourth Yerasol War started to turn sour for Risur. The increased demands of the service meant Derek was gone for longer and longer on his deployments, rarely staying longer than the two weeks needed to reload, rearm and send off transport ships back to the front lines. Times when recruits used to get over a year of training were slowly trimmed to a handful of months, then weeks as manpower to the front was sorely needed. For a long while, Lazarus and his mother received irregular letters from his father over the years as aggression between Risur and Danor grew, and the brutality of the fighting escalated, until one day the letters simply stopped. It took all the favors Lisa could call in to find out what happened to Derek, the few reports she managed to find where conflicting too. Some indicated he was killed in action, with others having accounts of him being taken as a prisoner of war. The end result was the same however, he was gone. Having lost a grandfather in the Third Yerasol war and an uncle early in the Forth, Lisa was not unaccustomed to the losses that the service could bring and survived stoically, if heartbroken. Lazarus however, was shattered and unknowing what to feel, he threw himself into following his father’s footsteps. He pestered the academy gunsmiths, sharing in their craft while absorbing all of their knowledge to the exclusion of all else. Lazarus enlisted in the military the day after he turned sixteen, intent on joining the on-going conflict. Thankfully while short on manpower, Risur was not so short to send half-trained boys to war and Lazarus enjoyed a long and brutal training cycle intent on making him the among few fully trained musket infantry to join the conflict on Yerasol to hopefully counteract Danor’s ever present technological edge. Landing on the verdant shores of Yerasol shortly after his eighteenth birthday marked the start of nearly two staright years of hell for Lazarus. On arriving to the isle, his transport ship was shot out from under his feet by a Danorian steamship, forcing him and his company to swim to shore while under heavy fire from the ship’s artillery. It took several weeks of hiding and living off the island before being rescued by a Risurian ship, only to be immediately thrown back into an eight month offensive to take back a series of islands against Danor forces, only to turn around and give the islands back over the course of a frail four month defensive soon as a counter offensive was organized. With Lazarus’s company battered and greatly under strength it was decided to be folded into Commander Nigel Price-Hill’s company as they undertook a new offensive. After a short leave at Flint to be folded into the new cohort, Lazarus’s convoy ran directly into a Danorian strike force intending to savage the burgeoning industrial city. A savage battle later found the Risurian forces carrying the day, which quickly translated to success on the battle field as Price-Hill’s brilliant strategy had Risurian forces leapfroging from island to island to lessen Risur’s territory losses from ‘extensive’ to merely ‘ample’ by the time the war was formally declared over a few short months later. The end of the war brought a close to hostilities, but left a great deal of work to be done. There were places to fortify, prisoners to release, and ‘victory’ tours to go on. Lazarus spent years touring through Risurian cities as the politicians and brass paraded the Yerasol survivors to the civilians, building up their accomplishments to a point where even Lazarus had difficulty remembering what was true or not. Lazarus may have stayed in the military for the rest of his life were it not for a twist of fortunate luck for his company being paraded through Slate when the now Viscount Inspector Nigel Price-Hill of the Royal Homeland Constabulary requested a company of infantry to root out a cabal of Drakan necromancers in the Anthras Mountains. The trek and the associated tunnel fighting to root out and apprehend the Cabal was brutal, but with grim determination they eventually prevailed. Lazarus’s bold action during the raid caught the eye of the Viscount and was personally encouraged to apply for the RHC after his enlistment was over. Today, years later, with the war a fading memory, Lazarus has been released from the military, and well into the application process to the RHC. He isn’t quite sure what to expect, but he is ready, and eager to serve his country in any way possible.
RP Sample:
Teeth flew from the mouth of a dark haired human as Lazarus hit him with the butt of his musket, sending the man crashing to the ground as he ran by. Time was of the essence, and cultists were appearing out of dead ends and cunning hiding spots as his squad raced through the tunnels. They were ordered pursue this route in hopes of finding a way to flank the main chamber where the bulk of the company was attempting to penetrate the cabal’s defenses. “Aaah!!” Screaming, Sergeant Gimmel fell to the ground, as a sickly green glob hit him in the chest eating through his heavy armor and into his flesh. Past the fallen sergeant Lazarus saw a dwarf blocking the passageway moving to point a wand at him. Lazarus fired his musket with a deafening boom in the confined tunnel; the bullet blowing apart the dwarf’s raised hand and burying itself in his face. “Keep moving!” Lazarus shouted back to the rest of the soldiers as he shoved the dying’s dwarf’s body out of the way and continued the sprint through the tunnels. “Sir! I hear combat!” Shouted Jenner, though it took Lazarus a moment before realizing Jenner was addressing him. “Hold up! Let’s not barge out one at a time.” Lazarus called as he realized the entire force has strung itself out during the run. “Reload and get ready on my mark!” Checking his gun, he waited as more infantry made their way to their position. “We’re going to hit them hard and fast. Take whatever shots you can, and get yourselves into cover!” Lazarus ordered, hoping for a higher ranked soldier to come running down the tunnel during his short speech. “Lets go!” Breaking out of the tunnel en-masse they ran into a large cavern filled with chaos, the defending cabal had somehow procured two large guns, clearly of Drakr make, and emplaced them in the centre of the room. A ragged array of cult members lobbed spells and bullets behind makeshift cover keeping the Risurian force from getting a strong foothold in the room. Lazarus’s force had entered the room at a slight flank to the cultist forces, able to ignore a portion of the hastily thrown up cover. “The guns! Lazarus shouted bringing up his musket up to fire. A spray of bullets and magic flew at the two gun crews, shredding a number to pieces. “FOR RISUR! CHARGE!” The cultist line melted under the sudden assault, allowing the stoppered Risurian forces to break free from their stalemate and assault the line in tandem. Chaos reigned for what seemed like ages until the majority of the cabal defenders were subdued. Lazarus was sitting with his men, helping bandage a bloody wound on Jenner’s arm. “Who is in command here?” the familiar voice of Price-Hill echoing over the group. “Sir, I am! Lazarus Cain. Sergeant Gimmel fell in the tunnel fighting.” Lazarus spoke whirling to the sound of the voice, expecting to be relieved momentarily. Meeting the eye of the Viscount, he also saw a number of other people with him. RHC Officers Lazarus thought. “Damn. Okay, you’re acting Sergeant for the time being.” Price-Hill said with a nod. “Gather your men and lets move.” He following up with additional instructions to the other officers beside him. Sir!” Lazarus said, ordering his men to form a guard ahead of the officers and Viscount. “You did damned good work Cain. Breaking their line.” Price-Hill said grunting as they set off deeper into the tunnels at a run. “I hope we’re in time.” Lazarus didn’t have time to reply as the rough tunnels turned suddenly to hewn stone and opened up to a massive amphitheater. Below a circle of Drakr cultists were deep into a ritual, chanting sonorously to a massive pile of bones, some floating eerily in the air left no confusion to what they were trying to do. A fully formed claw flew out of the circle in a massive cleave at the Risurian force. “Sir! Look out!” Lazarus shouted grabbing the back of Price-Hill’s collar and hauling him to the ground as he dropped for cover. The massive claw passed overhead as it batted two of the RHC officers straight into the air. “Everyone! Fire at the ritual members!” Lazarus shouted firing off a shot and saw a robed figure collapse. “Spread out too!” Thundering of gunfire erupted as the rushing infantry picked their shots and trailing combat mages added arcane blasts into the air. As the battle raged, the massive skeleton wreaked havoc among bunched soldiers, but with every ritual member cut down, the bones lost speed and ferocity. After what seemed an age, the last cabal member was brought down, and the skeleton lost the last of its animating force, clattering to the ground in a heap of dust. “Thanks.” Price-Hill said shaking Lazarus’s hand after the chaos had died down. “My pleasure Sir.” Lazarus said nodding as he looked over the destruction and the wounded. Together they stood watching in silence as medics spread out into the amphitheater, tending to the wounded and marking the fallen. “How long do you have left in your enlistment?” Price-Hill asked waving off a cleric looking for wounded and pointing him to another group. “I signed up for a tenner. So just less than six years.” Lazarus said, unsure of where this conversation was headed. “I want you to consider application to the RHC when your service is done. You just saw first-hand the sort of things we have to deal with.” The Viscount said seriously. “We need the best of the best to help keep our country safe, and I’ll be damned if I don’t snatch up all the talent I can find.” “Yes, sir!” Lazarus said with a smile. It would certainly be better than being paraded around all the time!
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