Yeah at this point we should think about seeking a new GM
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His last post was 18 days ago. I'm in 2 other games he's GM'ing and so far all have had the same response, radio silence.
Iolandra watches the exchange, also curious about their other companions.
Iolandra is clearly more than a little impressed by Daxiana's take on things, especially since it was seemingly off the top of her head. It seemed their venture had quite a lot of promise to it already. Following the other woman's gaze, her eyes narrow at the man mistreating his underling.
As her gaze once again passes over the more silent members at the table, Iolandra once again notices the disdainful, purple-themed gnome giving everyone superior looks, her curiosity peaked.
Interesting. How prominent do you anticipate this system being throughout the campaign (especially early on)?
"I'm sure there's plenty of time to settle on one." Iolandra replies with a chuckle
"I did say balance," Iolandra says with a smile. "I'm not opposed to a tavern or some other comforts for the people around us."
"Honestly, a chance to travel, explore, and try to further the balance of the natural world. Development is necessary, but harmony is as well." Iolandra replies with a shrug.
Iolandra takes in the surroundings of the noble’s manor as she approaches, noting the wide variety of others around her. Though lacking some of the beauty of the natural sprawl of the wilderness, the mighty oaks and well-kept hedges at least display some appreciation of the natural world. Attending a place like this, surrounded by so many other people was definitely not her preferred environment, but the building storm looking overhead was strangely comforting, a reminder that all the pomp meant little in the grand scheme of things. As she and those grouped with her enter the hall, the warmth of the crackling fire is welcome, and despite her apprehensions, the scenes of woodland life and fey bring a smile to her lips. The others seated at the same table span a wide variety, large and small, city dwellers and those more tribal or wild in bearing…making her feel that she at least did not stand out too much, with her simple leather armor and clothing, and staff of knotted wood in her hand, among all the polished steel and finery. ”Iolandra.” She answers in response to the introduction, listening to the others as they proclaim titles and former posts. She was simply a follower of the Green Faith looking to preserve something of the natural world and find her place. Before she can say anything further, the people in charge arrive, declaring the purpose of the gathering, and surprisingly, offering lands in exchange for the exploration.
Will get a post up on a few hours. Sorry. Long very busy day.
It depends on how and where the GM has us start.
Thanks for selecting me. Hey everybody ! Okay let's see
Bump Con to 13 and Cha to 12
Thank You! Happy Easter everybody
Good luck everyone!
Wow, of the finished submissions so far no one is playing the same class. Not sure I've ever seen that before.
Here's my druid Iolandria, a stolen lands native, born in the south of Brevoy, raised by her hedge witch of a mother, and trained in the Grozni forest by "the Rootwitch", a reclusive druid.
Iolandria begins another spell chanting in druidic to a trio of pebbles in her palm, reminding the stones of their greater power they held decades ago, before being eroded.
Standing on the ramparts, Iolandra waits for the enemy to come within range, preparing to hamper their advance.
Happy to hear that she's on the mend
Wow, I'm so sorry to hear that. I wish her a complete recovery
I'm here and ready to continue.
@Dravox This spell might be of interest.
Racing back to the fort as quickly as she can run, Iolandra rushes through the open gates, shouting a warning. "Bandits on the way here! About a dozen....no more than...ten minutes behind me." she explains, glad that a lifetime of hiking and walking had left her in relatively good shape.
Iolandra spends the rest of her time getting acquainted with the area, foraging in the forest just beyond the walls of the fort to supplement their supplies.
Putting this here:
"Given that she whispered it to her husband, likely none of our business." Iolandra comments. "Like Cole said, people have their secrets, you of all people should appreciate that." she says giving the shadowy spellcaster a level glance. Over the course of the next few days as those more mechanically inclined look into repairing the fort, Iolandra makes sure to take time to meet with their gracious hosts, learning more about their previous encounters with the bandits, and letting them know of the Charter.
"Thank you for the warm welcome, we definitely appreciate a warm place to rest and good food. As Cole says, should they return and bring trouble with them, they'll find far more than they're expecting." Iolandra says with a fierce smile, as she follows their hosts.
"Those bandits, do you have to deal with groups like that very often out here?" Iolandra asks as the clearing of the bodies begins. Looking around briefly she could see that the rain was taking care of the blood in the courtyard.
Iolandra's eyes narrow in curiosity as she watches Svetlana come out to greet them with the steady, but noticeable gait of someone blind, yet accustomed to her surroundings. The hood...and something under it she couldn't quite tell, draw her attention but she keeps her observations to herself, accepting the welcome of their hostess. "Can't have bastards like this preying on others just because they think they can get away with it. A pleasure to meet you Svetlana and Oleg."
One thing that struck me with Kingmaker is that it would be interesting to see what a Kingdom/Nation would evolve into if the person in charge was nature-based, like a druid, ranger or shaman.
Moving closer, Iolandra lets fly with another stone, targeting Nozhe's opponent. [oooc] Assuming I'm going at the same time as Dravox, since I'm still not listed in initiative[/ooc]
Iolandra sets her third stone spinning on her sling, before releasing it hurtling toward the closer bandit.
Her sling whistling ominously as she moves forward, Iolandria sends another magically charged stone flying forward, this time at Nozhe's opponent.
Slipping one of the stones into her sling, the fey-touched woman sets her weapon whipping around rapidly, sending a stone flying at the head of Cole's opponent.
Sorry to hear about the bad weekend
Smiling at Cuddles' reaction to her protective magic, Iolandra keeps a sharp eye on the bandits as they enter. As Cole attacks without warning, signaling the onset of violence, the druidess takes a trio of pebbles from a pouch in her belt, speaking to them for a moment in the ancient tongue, reminding them of their history. Thet were much larger rocks once, and they still carried a fraction of that weight and power, it only needed to be awakened.
Iolandra listens to Cole's report, taking in the building intensity of the storm. Sharing a look with Nozhe she nods. "Yes, better to act now. If we wait, the bandits could kill everyone inside." Looking up into the pouring rain and smiling, the drenched druidess begins a primal chant in a language as old as the ground beneath their feet, the air around her beginning to chill as the deluge of raindrops begin to freeze as they hit her skin, solidifying to form a semi-transparent breastplate of solid ice, protecting her. "It will probably get violent fast."
"Then it would be best to get moving as quickly as possible." Iolandria says packing up her gear.
Completing her morning ritual of communing with the world around her, Iolandria looks up at the sky, assessing the weather. "That's a strong storm coming this way, rain, thunder, lightning...maybe even hail. It will likely hit within 4 hours."
Sorry been an intense couple of days. Will get caught up
Chuckling lightly as the bear shuffles off, Iolandra goes back to sleep until awakening near dawn, to commune with nature at sunrise as she normally does.
Sitting up, Iolandria holds up one hand, signaling any if the others watching to hold off on acting. Vocalizibg a series of sniffling sounds, grunts and low growls, she tries to communicate to the bear, that though they shared the same territory, they were no threat to it's search for food.
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