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Of course, I also thought fighters were the best class ever.

And you were damn right. For me, a man who loves a tad too much playing The Hero(tm), the Holy Triad is Paladin-Fighter-Ranger.

That said, I've played every single class out there on 3.5 Ed -barring weird Incarnum s#%!- and I simply enjoy heroic themes.

Regarding my Grenadier, I need to port it to an alias, and I hope to have it done tonight or tomorrow morning.

I am monitoring the thread, got most of Garrick (as that's my Tiefling Grenadier's name) done.

Theo, I can point you to This trait to get Longsword proficiency. Don't know how well it would fit your background, but it is indeed an option.

Thank you, Jon!

Last couple questions.

Can we precraft stuff? I wouldn't shy away from crafting the Twin Handcannon, or Double Trouble as I will cornily call it, so the 437.5 gp tag goes down... but mostly I'd be looking at ammunition, as even a 25% price thanks to Commonplace guns still means 3 gp per shot when using Alchemical Cartridges.

I am unsure on what does the Gunsmith feaat do, specially if I need it. The feat states you need not make Craft checks to build firearms or craft ammunition, with reduced cost per shot. Does the absence of feat means I can't craft them at all or simply that I need to invest on the appropiate skills?

And last one. Does this one look menacing and big enough?

Well, I remain convinced to play a Grenadier. It simply appeals to me in every possible sense.

I have a question and a dilemma, though.
The question is, does the Focused Shot feat apply to firearms? I think the feat predates firearm rules yet I'd understand it not applying, specially considering for my wannabe Grenadier that would mean at least +4 to damage against anything not immune to precision damage and criticals.

And the dilemma... well, I can't help but think about Ratfolks as a perfect match for the Grenadier, yet they are extremelly short-lived. So I will need to think about which race Mister Bombs&Guns will be. Or Mrs, I can't know for sure.

Sold. No, seriously, for the last two hours I've been trying to decide if I wanted to be the big meatshield with a heart of gold, the precise marksman with a heart of gold or a mix of both.

Now Imma be a mofokken Grenadier.

Sold, indeed.

Ooooh, well, I can deal with the loss of aboleths by applying to Storyteller's AP when he starts recruitment (Which I was going to do anyway), not like it will stop me from having a hell of a good time.

As for my intentions regarding character for the game, which I'm going to call Atzlant's Story for now, it will depend on sources allowed as well as the presence or absence of firearms.
I like Jon, and he sure would fit that game with a couple changes to backstory, yet I'm unsure. I might keep him as he is, change his class, change his weapon (a crossbow or musket perhaps) or I might go with a completely different animal.

Hell, if PoW is allowed I might go with a Privateer Warlord and go to town rocking a pistol and cutlass, corsair style.

In any case, I am getting curiously hyped.

*Clears throat* I F$!%ING LOVE ABOLETHS!

Excuse my bout. I will simply say that the game concept sounds superb, that I loce games about 'conquistadores' and that whatever you do or decide in the end please, pretty please, count with me.

Honestly? The thing that rocks my boat about Kingmaker is the part where the party fights his way and struggles until they found a kingdom.

I like the peeps in the game, I love you GMing... so you can count on me in any case.

And even if we stay like this, I'd love reading about your ideas so please go ahead.

I'll be starting job hunting again tomorrow after a long time studying... and with a long time of studying coming again after september.

To put it simply, I can see myself on Mount #63 in Job'nam, except I'm firing CVs and the vietnamese are replaced by empty pockets, managers saying they'll call me and the avatar of financial decline.

So have my support, brave soldier, and return to the trenches.

"Aye, we have work to do and many a task we must complete. Thank you granpa for your words of wisdom, may the Allfather bless your home, guide your arrow and keep your hearthfire warm." says Jonathan as he bows slightly and touches his chest with an open right hand.

The hunter turns to the others "If my memory doesn't fail me Tuskgutter's lair is somewhere to the south, not far from the river... wether we plan on hunting him now or not, we should tread carefully if we are to travel there. A moment we are walking through the land, the next a huge bloodied beast the size of an ogre jumps on us."

Jonathan removes his hat as a polite sign when he enters the hut. "May Erastil bless you, grandpa, thank you for your hospitality."
The hunter's gaze moves from one item to the next, examining everything out of sheer curiosity "I hope you don't take no offense, grandpa, but when the others told me of an hermit living out here by himself... I started to worry. I've spent my fair share od time alone in the land, and twas not an easy journey." the hunter says while scratching his left ear "Now I think different, this place... this place evokes in me a sense of safety I long hadn't felt. Not since I was a young'un..."

Jonathan has always been an early bird. At dawn he woke up and went outside, wearing simple clothes and his bow & quiver.
On his way out he asked for an apple with a smile.

Once outside the trading post, the hunter placed the apple and three arrows sticked on it on the ground and prayed. He asked the Great Father to protect Oleg's as well as the visitors of the thriving community. He asked the Hunt Lord to keep his bowstring tense and his aim true. He finally asks the Town Protector to shield his new friends for harm and keep their bowls filled.

Jon returns smiling and sits to eat breakfast, and when the others make an appearance he shares the Dire Boar's quest and proposes to start with it. "This hunt would be a bliss to these parts. We'd rid the region from a menace, and the head of that beast mounted on that very wall would remind any traveller that the community is strong and there is a group that cares for it."

Kn. Nature: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
To see if I know of Dire animals, also to check if Jon might know anything by Peg Leg's description

Jonathan listens intently, fidgeting with his hunting knife as he thinks about Tuskgutter's details. "Twas a damn shame what it did to your leg, pa... a damn shame. I figure you either were a hunter or unlucky enough to find Tuskgutter, in any case you did have some luck left if you survived. By what I'm hearing I'd bet it's some kind of dire boar if not something entirely stranger." the hunter says before drinking his ale.

"Thick as steel skin with boney stuff coming out of his back, as if it were covered in damn rocks, am I right? If his tusks are that big he isn't young either... a mighty beast indeed, one that I'd love to hunt." Jon seems to look at the older gentleman, but at the same time his gaze isn't focused, as if he was picturing Tuskgutter in hia mind... planning the hunt "Damn, I'll be honest, I think I might craft you a new leg from his tusk, let you take back what he took from you, how does it sound pa?"

Jon smiles at Kahu's remark "You ain't wrong, you ain't right. Mounting the head shows they are here, indeed, but it too hows that we had defeated it... that we have conquered it and they have nothing to fear. It gives them hope and a sense of security, that's good for the community."

The hunter orders an ale for himself before walking back to Oleg "My, I don't know how to ask this... It's been quite long since I sat in an inn with an ale, and I feel like I miss something... I miss the music." he says blushing as he shows his fiddle to Oleg "Would you mind if I play some notes, no charge or anything... I just enjoy playing."

Random Person: 1d20 ⇒ 10

"What the hell are those supposed t' be?!" exclaims the hunter as he takes a better look at the biggest spider.

Knowledge Nature: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

The hunter aims at the spider's many eyes and in a fluid motion fires an arrow and prepares the next.

Activating Studied Target
Deadly Aim PBS: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23
Damage: 1d8 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 7 + 2 = 10

"Y'know, Kahu, the Ol' Kingdoms are full of strange and mystical creatures. But Marcus' right, things tend t'be dangerous." comkents the hunter as the group follows Frogman inside.

"Alas, the Father only gift this humble servant with the ability t'speak with animals... and it'd be foolish t'think our friend here is one. Perhaps till Missus Valarius can understand it we can try t'speak with him... using drawings?"

It was a global issue, solved already as far as I know.

Handsomely if I may say so, as they managed to restore the updates lost not onky the ability to show updates.

Also, my most sincere apologies for my longish absence. I'm back on track, though!

"That's a most noble outlook, Theodore. I wish I could help you with that wound but I was too stubborn to learn that blessing from my Pa... always favored the Father's most practical blessings." says the hunter as he scratches the back of his head with an awkward smile.

"Ya think this is all of them? They did look like 'river monsters' t'me, but maybe there are other nests..."

Jonathan finishes his prayer and open his eyes. With a wide grin the hunter feels the breeze around him, listens above the fray's sounds, focuses his mind on his own heartbeat and fixes his gaze on the beast attacking Prophet.

As the arrow flies, a canny observer could note that its shadow was too large considering the sun's position and arrow's size...

Studied Target as move action, Standard Deadly Aim attack
Studied Deadly Aim: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20
Damage: 2d6 + 9 ⇒ (5, 4) + 9 = 18

Can't access Roll20 from my phone, please apply any and all cover penalties as appropiate

Seeing the high amount of serpent surrounding them, Jonathan swears under his breath "Oh, Lord, heed thine servant! These slithering beasts besiege us! We need a big weapon. The biggest weapon..." he says, half praying, as he focuses his mind and heart on his bow.

Casting Gravity Bow, the fun ends here.

Well, let me be the first to say that mythic isn't at aaaaaaall broken and that yoi can trust my arrows not to get at aaaaaall stupid and slaying-like.

Jonathan keeps firing at the same serpent, timing his arrow to fly with Creon's.

Deadly Aim Studied Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
Damage: 1d8 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16

"Don't let them scalies reach you!"

Done! Didn't have access to my laptop till now, so I couldn't see the map.

But now Jon's away from AoOs and firing into the bigger thingy.

"Corblimey! The hell are those things?" yells the hunter as he studies the first serpent to appear.

His trained eye spots the scales, and judging it as the best course of action, he aims to where the head and body connect.

Move action to Study, Standard action Deadly Aim attack. I assume they are under 30', if not reduce to hit and damage by 1.

Deadly Aim: 1d20 + 4 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 4 + 1 + 1 = 21
Damage: 1d8 + 7 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 7 + 1 + 1 = 13

Twas me the one not checked, already solved. Pretty easy to identify mw unless roll20 decides once again to "erase" my name back to default.

Edit Or you can consider my post true as soon as I check from my laptop, as roll20 says 'bla bla bla not mobile phone browsers'

Jonathan draws his bow, wary of possible dangers as he makes his way to the mostly eaten corpse.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Kneeling besides it, the hunter uses his big knkfe to prod it ans try to discern what could have killed it.

Can I attempt anything to identify the kind of wounds and what could have made them? Monster Lore seems thematically appropiate

"Jonathan, you do not want to stay here as a kindred spirit to Erastil? If not, being able to work a similar cleansing could be useful in the places ahead." Kahurangi looked off to the horizon. "It seems we have a wide land ahead of us."

The hunter messes his beard as he thinks his answer. He shrugs as he speaks to the half-orc "Nay. I mean,aye, I reckon it would be a pleasure to stay in holy ground and relax... but tis not the life I chosen. Ye see, Kahurangi, I'm more of an 'deeds as my sacred duty' priest than a sedentary one, been like that since I donned the Quiver."

As the others mention the different possibilities, Jonathan adds "Plus my father and his father before him dwelled in the Kingdoms, we called it home. Wouldn't be a most noble quest for me than t'help ye all reclaim it from monsters, bandits and other scum. My legacy to the world, helping rebuild the communities that once grew here..." he speaks the last sentence as if daydreaming before returning to his usual self "Aye, I will go with ye all if ye allow me."

That's a plan I can get behind... and rain arrows from there.

Also, I will post later today. Sorry for the lack of posts, had a lot of sleep to catch up on.

Jon couldn't bear witnessing a temple to his Lord corrupted and decaying. Almost reflexively, in conplet silence, the hunter stopped when he first saw it.

As the others advanced to greet and talk with the two remaining members of the party, he closed his eyes and prayed. He prayed for insight and he prayed for a way... but there was no answer.
They would need to find a way.

With a sad expression, Jonathan joined the others "Greetings, ye two must be the others that they mentioned. Me name's Jon, a follower of Old Deadeye by way of m'father and hunter by choice... I was trying t'pray for guidance, I can't bear the sight of the temple like this... but twas for nothing, we need to find a way by ourselves. Jhod's right, a great deal of evil is sleeping around, and it's wrong. Need to be righted."

The hunter shfts his weight from one foot to the other, feeling uncomfortable talking about the temple instead of acting already, when he notices the werewolf.

"That the lycan? Oh my, she's a big las. How the heck did you manage to wrap her tight and safe?"

I am glad to hear everything got sort out in the end.

Maybe it's because I am spanish and in our hospitals they usually don't pull those tricks -mostly because they are free so at best they will get nothing and at worst sued- but those things astonish me.

I mean, my youngest aunt got into psychiatric ward after she attempted suicide, but only after a judge signed an order.

Anyway, I'll use the opportunity to say that I'll be posting tomorrow morning!

Thanks and hope he is alright and makes it home soon!

Regarding the 'Stag Lord' mistake, my bad. Wiki mentions Old Deadeye, Estig the Hunter and Stag God as other aliases and titles.

Darned words, always confusing me.

That said if this bandit dared to use a name so close to Good Ol' Deadeye's Jonathan will be even happier to turn him into a pincushion.

Sorry for the lack of posting last couple days, sudden increment of busyness in my usual complete clusterf$@@ of an agenda.

Will post tomorrow morning, complete with blessings I got prepared for the party's different critters. This are the moments I like when I play a good natured divine character ^^

Another unsuccessful hunt. Three rabits and a duck, not at all enough for a follower of the Stag Lord, but the region didn't want to provide more... such are the ways of Eratil.

Where is the big hunt? I remember travelling through the region... when did I... about two months ago must be. The boars were majestic, indeed they were Jon. Perhaps the restless nature of the Stolen Lands has migrated here...

Used to long seasons alone with noone to talk but himself, and thanks to Erastil's blessings the animals he found, the ranger entered Oleg's Keep conversing with himself.
As he made his way towards the courtyard, his train of thought ws cut by the sight of a group speaking with Oleg himself.

Raising an eyebrow with curiosity, Jonathan walked closer with only a nod to Oleg when their gazes met as he listened what they were discussing.

Catching the presentation halfway through, Jonathan took off his hat and combed his long hair using his right hand, which was missing the little finger, before clearing his throat.

"By Old Deadeye's string, were I to try and hunt for a little longer I would have missed ye. Blessed be his love of timely appearances hahahaha!" the rugged hunter joked to break the ice as he cleaned his heavy looking jacket of the road's dirt, focusing on a seemingly invisible to anyone but himself stain on the flap. The man seemed to posses the kind of wisdom you find on old farmers who have endured twenty winters without flinching but before a group this size he was troubled coming with the words needed "By any chance are ye the group I heard about? Ye know... those who want to protect this region's communities." he continued before coughing a bit.

Ye didn't flinch when the bear bite off his finger and are now stuttering to speak against what seems to be friendly people?

The hunter straightened and did his best impresion of a formal bow. "My name's Jonathan Crestfallen, a humble servant of ye and Old Deadeye's, whose wisdom I try to carry and live by. I heard ye were stopping here from time to time and... well, I wanted to offer my help. Ye won't find anybody more capable on the far reaches. I'm a hunter as my father and his father were and Erastil's blessed me with a part of his essence, so ye could say my bow is as precise as it can get."

After speaking for so long Perhaps too long, Jonathan, they didn't need to hear yer whole lifestory hahahaha the man remains standing with his hands absent-mindedly tidying the rest of his clothes and making sure the rabbits and duck aren't bleeding on him.

A good point Kahu .. Jericho's trip to Oleg's is lightly covered at the end of his backstory. He has been there for about three days.

He likes to play dice, tell stories, and play his violin. He is also a rather devout follower of Sarenrae, and makes his devotions to her every sunrise.

As for future Kingdom roles, Magister is an obvious fit, but with his diplomacy and charisma, grand diplomat would also work well for him.

Cover me in grease and tie me to an owlbear! I used a trait so I could play the fiddle mightt well!

Do ya wanna make some preliminary work with me so our stories are slightly intertwined? With which I meann if you'd like for our characters to have been talking bout music, religion and made the first contact towards a future possible friendship.

I have a feeling our characters will get along real nice.

... and feel free to ask any further questions at that time as well...

I was told there would be cookies.

As people in my land say, "Hola."
What? Did you expect something funny? I am a spaniard from Madrid, the funny ones are to the South.

...I am currently heading up a student directed film as the protagonist and shooting mostly wraps tomorrow...

Take the opportunity and become another Paladin of Roleplaying Games like Vin Diesel. Become famous and rich, expand our loved games and send me expensive things. Lot of things.

And here he is! As an addendum, I thought he could have recently returned from one of his long hunts along the border of the Stolen and heard of the party's doings.

Obviously, he would take interest and consider trying to meet them to decide if he -or they- are worthy enough to join.