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Computer is down for awhile and posting is difficult from phone. I can try but bot me if need be

Nothing to bot you for. I'm showing last post being 10 days ago. I must've missed the exodus memo.

The shaman gave a knowing nod to Conri. "Exactly."

I'm not going to suffer the same fate as many of the others in my tribe!

Kahurangi was relieved as the newly-met people didn't scorn his grandfather out-of-hand. It seems this bunch will be agreeable after all.

His face darkened with mention of Lastwall though. "How goes the fighting with the Hold?"

The shaman nodded, tilting his head toward the platypus.

"Chief Rongo of the Riverfork Tribe. We were invaded by Cheliax, displaced, enslaved, or slain. It was a while before I escaped, but Chief Rongo was put to death on the island. Fortunately, the devil-dealers were short-memoried and abandoned the place. An elder returned and reincarnated him into the body you see now. We met months later in Garund after most of the tribe had resettled East of the Mwangi Expanse."

Not stirring to react to the story, Kahurangi's grandfather made good on the label of lethargic earlier.

"We Riverforks are good with the water, though we never built boats of this scale. In his original body, Chief Rongo went fishing a lot. Now, he has some connection to the stars that allows me to be more useful than I am with a spear."

The shaman smiled back at Conri. "You can keep me company. Grandfather's eyes aren't so good in his current body, and he'll probably fall asleep anyway."

Not exactly looking pleased with the assessment, the monotreme jerked his head away from the magical young man, presumably in dismissiveness.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13

Kahurangi's emotions were unknowingly similar to the captain's, yet he stayed his spear. This isn't my ship. It is his call to make.

Once the bodies were disposed of, he found himself indirectly expected to take duty on watch. "I'll take sight in the middle of the night. Grandfather and I will see to it we stay on course and watch for the deepdwellers again."

Kahurangi shook his head. "They understand force well enough though."

The "flying beaver duck" gave Marcus a long blink before he floated down, evidently satisfied with the lack of immediate danger. His fat tail bopped the man in the back of the head as he made his way to perch on his grandson's left arm.

Looking about for more danger, Kahurangi did not feel as ease as a "victory" should make him. Still, he set his spear aside. "If they came in numbers like these, I expect there's more. Careful."

He spent his time finding the injured crew. "Here, let me help. Grandfather has linked me to the power of creation. I should be able to mend some wounds." Reaching forward, the light was robbed nearby his hand, yet it glowed with a spectral light.

Using Healing Hex on those injured crew/party members for an average of 6.5 points or if you prefer:

Healing: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

Circling around the back of his allies, Kahurangi made his way to the flank of the intruder, jabbing his spear forward with fervor.

Spear: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 1

His efforts still were in failure though.

What is wrong with my body near these things?! I can't thrust to save my life, yet my spellcraft works fine...

Mindful of the ship's construction, Kahurangi wasn't willing to call forth flames. However, the darker underchambers would hopefully make his flashy display of starlight more effective. Evoking another rainbow blast, he attempted to blind the creature that had just injured Conri.

Color Spray, WILL DC 16 to negate.

Good to hear from you. Looking forward to our inevitable demise below deck!

"We've got to get down there and help people - fast!" Kahurangi wasted no time in relishing in coming out ahead of their foes thus far. He dashed towards the nearest hatch, ready to head below.

"Grandfather, you stay up here and keep an eye out for trouble!"

I'd move my piece, but I can't discern exactly what would qualify as difficult terrain here.

Getting into the rhythm of things now, Kahurangi gave his opponent another thrust of his spear.

Spear: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14

Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 6

"We've got more coming up at the stern!" shouted the shaman as he attempted to plunge his spear into the large, blinded intruder's heart ... if it had one.

Spear: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 5

Instead, he found the air next to the creature's arms. Perhaps putting his mind towards additional boarding had distracted him.

When it comes around to Kahu, I'll need to know what status effects afflict the large and in charge menace in front of him to judge his action.

I hope we're not waiting on me. My understanding is Kahu's already acted and is waiting on resolution from others.

The half-orc took a moment to smile at Marcus's lightheartedness. "I'll be happy enough once the waves against the ship are the only things I can hear. Let's get rid of these snarling beasts!" Kahurangi jerked a slimy shaft from the creature's body.

He cast his eyes skyward. Anything to watch out for, Grandfather?

The platypus kept paddling, yet it emitted no reply of anxiety I'm assuming there is not a surprise threat he can see.

Are you attacking the four-armed one, or the smaller one? The large one isn't blind, just stunned. The smaller one is unconscious, so you could just coup de grace it to kill it.

My mistake. Kahu will skewer the unconscious one.

Kahu's 1 damage scratch will surely rend their plans asunder!

As his spell took effect, Kahurangi sought to make effective use of his time. Mainly used for skewering fish, he thrust his spear into the large, blinded creature. Back to where you came from, fiend!

Spear: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17 Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 1

Altering previous actions.

The shaman did not want to bear the heavy burden of letting the people below deck perish under his protection, even unofficial as it was. Calling on the spirits of his ancestors, the air grew dark around the half-orc, light seemingly sucked into the black holes of his eyes. After a moment, he spoke a syllable and thrust his right hand forward. From it, myriad colors cascaded towards the leader and one of its subordinates in a cone. Down and to the left.

Casting color spray. WILL DC 16 to negate.

It was then he took a step back and hefted his trident.

Grandfather, keep going up into the sky. We must know where they all are!

The platypus paddled through the air as fast as its plump little body could take it. 10' up.

Grandfather, give us some vision from above in case they keep coming!

Kahurangi only saw the boarding party in front of him, and he was pleased to see they were only in one section. This could be worse. Still, he was not thrilled by the prospect of putting his mettle to the test.

Know(Nature): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

"Desna is with us! Take your blades to them!"

Perhaps a misnomer for him as he didn't carry a blade, the young shaman readied his spear and moved into position. Or at least he will barring some strange occurrence before his turn.

To home.

That was Kahurangi's first thought as he stepped aboard the Gyrwood. It was true in a sense - the course before them would take him to what prophetically was to be the Riverfork's new home. In his heart, he needed to feel that reality coming into being. Yet it was the geography of the trip that spoke to him; he would be sailing by the isles of his youth. Internally sighing, he attempted to squelch the homesickness.

"It was a long road, but we're here." Marcus and Gallidren had made it through the Stolen Lands with the young shaman, yet there were sure to be troubles abundant ahead. "Now for the long wash."

Kahurangi felt at home on the water. His people had lived off it for years when he was young. Being so, he wasn't so impressed with the Gyrwood or the gaudiness of its captain, but more interested with the crew. They're well-mixed. The half-orc's vibrant green skin wouldn't be as much of a beacon here, nor would his familiar. Some began to introduce themselves.

"Kahurangi," he said plainly as an introduction, his plain linens and spear held as a walking stick indicative of no wealth in his heritage. A mammal with the bill of a duck and tail of a beaver adorned his shoulder. "This is my grandfather, Chief Rongo. We are of the Riverfork tribe." Kahurangi gave the patriarch a pat.

He did not push his way through the group, but his keen ears picked-up the conversations of the crew. He gazed upon the scarred face of a man talking to a deckhand. Perhaps he suffered as I did in my past...

Putting his budding pity away, he looked to the horizon. What fortune does the future hold for us?

Read Weather(Survival): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19

I am without PC until tomorrow night. Will post then.

Sounds good! I'll reduce his GP when I have a moment - I'm at GenCon this week.

Dotted. GM, I forgot you did the 1-1 point buy. The numbers should now be correct.

Regarding the idea with Marcus, send me a PM with what you have in mind. I'm flexible. As before, Kahurangi was planning to use Chief Rongo as his celestial map to guide him to his destiny. Marcus's more incorporeal side to the story may not be so distant from Kahurangi anyway, him having a reincarnated grandfather and being a shaman.

I'll be posting in the evenings during this week as things look like they're about to tee-off. My presence at GenCon means the nights will be my posting windows until Sunday though.

Marcus Cowl wrote:

Jon, The Evil DM wrote:

Reading Gallidren's current story, which he appears to have updated, he also left after the area was cleared? I wonder if you too know each other now, maybe left for similar reasons? As I recall, Gallidren was at odds with a noble as well. It could be interesting if you two were both actually from the previous party, although that doesn't need to be the case.

I like that idea.

I was assuming that any of the same-name-new-mechanics characters were the same characters from the old party, who retrained their abilities.

Is there anyone who is paying same-name characters that aren't keeping the old game as backstory?

As Annika stated, she's just reusing the alias. Kahurangi may or may not be playing a new instance of the character, or perhaps a new vision directed him here? Up to him, really. I assume since Gallidren is keeping much of his backstory the same he may be amenable to a similar idea, and he does mention in his new backstory that he did this to a degree. Maybe shoot them both a PM if they don't post in here soon? I think it'd be neat if some of you left for greener pastures for whatever reason. Of course, if one/either of them wants to say they were completely new and just weren't present in the last game/someone else was there, it's all good.

Marcus (and anyone else who plays a character who's planning to keep the old game as canon), I'll shoot you guys a PM at some point to discuss how the old characters feel about that, etc.

The Kahurangi in the new campaign will be a simple transfer/update of the old one; he is not intended to be a different person.

Updating the points now.

Regarding backstory: The visions simply redirected him towards the ocean to the West. I'll be happy to flesh that out more as our characters come into implementation, but it is a very easy lift for him as his home is actually on one of the islands there.

This is a rather unique idea, so I figure it is suitable for a rather unique submission:

I'm looking to create a mathematics professor-turned-minor politician that attended uni with Dr. Diamond and often debated with him. The two had similar hearts in many ways, but their clash of mechanisms to a goal or how to quantify a problem led to stubborn - albeit friendly - disagreements and debates. Daimond likes (I always take time to think of names, but let's call him:) Fritz for his intimate familiarity with the doctor's way of thinking - and brutally-honest counterpoints to keep him on his toes. In this particular instance, Fritz would have two particularly-desirable qualities for Diamond:

1. Being specialized in the purest field of logical theory, Fritz would offer Diamond feedback to his exploration that wouldn't be biased towards/against any particular subset of application.

2. Fritz's persuasive nature as a politician could aid Dr. Diamond in winning minds to believe in the seemingly-outlandish discoveries that could be made ... or covering-up catastrophic errors if need be.

I see the two as friends that would fiercely-argue about fine details, knowing in the end they are keeping themselves in tip-top mental shape and honest in their conjectures.

Regarding the Pathfinder mechanics of the character, he would be more cerebral than martial, though I would need to know more about how your gestalt system works to know what could be functional.

I'm keeping Gallidren as is.

As I'd mentioned above, this is how I feel with Kahurangi. I can adjust spells and whatnot, but the core character is something I feel was not so well-used as to reroll. He's adept enough in the water anyway.

Prequel gets a +1 from me.

Holiday had me out this weekend. The new setting does not ruffle any feathers with me. Story-wise, while I'd have to reroute Kahurangi's background, as his people were aquaphiles, he'd have no problem on the water. If anything, the celestial navigation capable through Chief Rongo gives him all the more ability to proceed successfully to uncharted areas.

The nexus of our characters' convergence is the thing that would need to be determined primarily from the exposition perspective. That clarity would require people knowing what/whom they're playing though!

"You want us to bring you the trees? That's a tall order."

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..."

While Kahurangi felt it a touch odd a cleric of the hunting god was affirming the difficulty of living in the wild instead of the opportunity it granted, he did empathize with the hardships an old man would face. Grandpa, I barely made it through Garund. How do you think he gets by up here? Probably something to do with those potions.

Piggybacking off Annika, Kahurangi elaborated. "Can't have people threatening others at random. Who'd want to live in a place like that? Not me, and this is my new home. Let us help - it'll be better for all of us."

A fan of the open sky, the young shaman still was aware of the threats remote areas posed in their vulnerability to plunder.

Raising his eyebrow at Oleg's offer to mount their kill, Kahurangi felt it necessary to comment. "It shows they can be defeated but lets people know they're here in the first place. You know your visitors better than I would though."

Not at all afraid of meeting new people, the young shaman mingled a bit while others haggled with value of that and their sundries; he was no merchant.

Random epic person!: 1d20 ⇒ 4
Diplomacy (if needed): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

The rest of his group was more seasoned with this area than he, so Kahurangi deferred to them; I hope Oleg doesn't mind us expecting his hospitality at our whim.

As they walked back, the young shaman expanded upon his purpose in these lands. "There's a lot of danger in these places. I think us traveling around will help lower it, but I have some of my tribe I'd like to settle here at some point. They wouldn't be ready to deal with attacks from the river like what we had earlier - they're not used to that. Hopefully, we can get rid of the problems we can see easily though. Like those bandits." He used the bottom of his spear as a walking stick to get above a knotty root, digging it into the ground harder than was necessary.

Not particularly liking being in such a closed space, Kahurangi made well to push their exit. "If that's all, we should keep our eyes peeled. We won't find it in here though. Let's get a move on."

"I'll keep an eye out behind us as we go." Though Kahurangi said he would watch their reverse, Chief Rongo seemed to insist doing it himself, perching his bill backwards over his grandson's shoulder.

Well-done!

Apologies, but I did post earlier in the week. I suppose Paizo's site decided it had more important things to do!

Pleased to see someone else up to the tricks he had, the young shaman did not feel trepidation in calling upon the more garish of his powers. Stepping through the group of allies, he fanned his hands and let the flames of the sun flow through them.

Burning Hands: 2d4 ⇒ (4, 4) = 8 +50% = 12

As the insects before him were incinerated, Kahurangi couldn't help but feel a bit bad for them. After all, they were trying to survive too. Today is my day though.

Chief Rongo went the other direction, feeling safer after landing on Creon's shoulder.

Kahurangi looked at the lustrous lines with interest. "These rocks are pretty. You could make a nice statue out of them if you had the talent."

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19

Grateful for his allies pointing-out the anomaly he missed, Kahurangi suggested "Those of us able to see in the dark should probably be at the front and back to watch for danger. Though I prefer the open night sky as well, I wouldn't mind making sure there's nothing to ambush us while asleep."

He stakes out a corner of the building, stacking his gear neatly, "Jonathan, if you would be so kind, could you take a look at the grasses and such where I picketed Steak? I just want to be sure none of them will be harmful when he eats them."

"I'll be happy to go with him. I feel more at easy under the open sky."

Know(Nature): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19 to help on nature of the grass.

Chief Rongo seemed to want to stay, floating to a tentative perch on Jericho's left shoulder.

"I'm surprised this place isn't used for something. Good shelter is hard to come by."

"I'm guessing our friend wants us to check that building," hypothesized Kahurangi. "Who wants to go?"

"I have only heard of charades, but if you're skilled, I'd like to see how well they work." Kahurangi was somewhat amused at the prospect of a muscular warrior flailing about, but he also felt people from more "proper" civilization would far better with the communications.

"Weird frog tea party time?" Marcus said with a bemused shake of his head as he entered the frog's hovel. "This is surreal."

"You don't often meet new creatures out in these parts?"