Kaix Eldwyn's page

I've been playing and DM'ing my own tabletop group for 4-5 years with multiple systems (3.5 e, 4e, 5e, World of Darkness, but mostly Pathfinder), and although this would be my first PbP, I have the discipline of keeping IC and OOC knowledge separate.

I've mixed and matched different classes and played different characters, but my sole place of fun is skill-based characters. I love the role-play aspect of Pathfinder and similar systems, but I never forget that just because someone is a skill monkey, that they can't fight!

I'm fine with the post per day as most of the time I can post from work. The only work around I'll have to do is that if you use images via google drive, my computer here blocks those, so I'll be using my phone to view things. Otherwise, the one post on the weekend is more than wonderful as I spend time with family, but I usually am a night owl, so if anything I'll post definitely by evening and night time!

Dark brown hair, soothing grey eyes, and the sharpest smile accompanied by the sharpest tongue, Kaix takes the prize of having the smoothest hands to weave their way past hardened social walls made of stone, figuratively and literally. Whether it be through deft sleight of hand, slip of the tongue comments to gain favor, or to open locks to unspeakable rooms, he expresses delight in having access to vast amounts of knowledge, gossip or truth. His personal favorite handiwork was his own daytime job as a notary, that is, before he forged one too many documents. He takes confidence in his skill to obtain knowledge from those around him, especially those of whom are most of the time oblivious to his intentions. Although his snide remarks and snake-like tongue will get him killed one day, he tends to believe his craft makes him some kind of "fate-tweaker", and even though he may think of himself most of the time, he always looks out for other thus supporting his one and only code: "It's okay to be selfish, but not when others are at the tip of a blade."

Somewhere in the cells of Oppara, The Gilded City...
...Dust...
...The smell of Iron...
...The cold breeze emanating from the wall...
...and... Mold?...

"Ugh..."
Kaix groaned and yawned while holding his head in his hands, his wrists bound by shackles and accompanied by chains to limit his possibly wondrous stretch afterwards. He looked around and found he was in the same room as before... Again.

"So much for help from the outside" he grumbled, "He said three days and its been four, maybe five. My hands are sweaty...

A loud clang rings throughout the small 10-by-10 foot room. A figure in dull grey armor, wearing a helmet approaches Kaix, paper in his dirty green hand. Kaix snatches the paper and scans it over, a smile gleaming across his sharp and crooked face before glancing up at the massive orc.

"Did you bring it?" Kaix said before he was met with a snarl and handed an inkpen and a vial of ink. It didn't take long before Kaix fanatically snatched it from his hand and began to scribble down what appeared to be his key to freedom.

Your crimes will not go unpunished. No matter how much gold you pilfered from smuggling illegals even with papers, the orc said, but he was met with the quaint sound of scribbling. Several moments and an annoyed orc later, Kaix handed the paper back to him, folded neatly and crisp.

"Make sure the Captain gets this" Kaix chuckled, "and not a moment late!"

The orc scoffed and gripped the paper tightly, almost crushing it before he walked out.

"O'nar", Kaix shouted; the orc looked back, "Thank you, friend." The door slammed shut and the sinking cold feeling came back to him, again determined to test his patience.
Linguistics to Forge Documentation: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

To Whom it May Concern,

This letter is a request to release the man by the name of Kaix Eldwyn under promise of compensation for his crimes and the fine of which is placed for his very release.

I have a specific assignment for matters that need tending to in the nearby town of Heldren and would be most humbly appreciative if this request may be carried out with the utmost importance.

If there are any concerns, I am sure the appropriate meetings can be made to address them with the King and I. Until then, please take this compensation for your assistance and troubles, and send Kaix to Heldren where he will meet with my informant for his task.

Glory to Oppara,
Dominicus Rell

My previous Linguistics roll in my backstory was a 14. I'm not sure if you prefer to use that or not.

Dark brown hair, soothing grey eyes, and the sharpest smile accompanied by the sharpest tongue, Kaix takes the prize of having the smoothest hands to weave their way past hardened social walls made of stone, figuratively and literally. Whether it be through deft sleight of hand, slip of the tongue comments to gain favor, or to open locks to unspeakable rooms, he expresses delight in having access to vast amounts of knowledge, gossip or truth. His personal favorite handiwork was his own daytime job as a notary, that is, before he forged one too many documents. He takes confidence in his skill to obtain knowledge from those around him, especially those of whom are most of the time oblivious to his intentions. Although his snide remarks and snake-like tongue will get him killed one day, he tends to believe his craft makes him some kind of "fate-tweaker", and even though he may think of himself most of the time, he always looks out for other thus supporting his one and only code: "It's okay to be selfish, but not when others are at the tip of a blade."

Somewhere in Taldor...
...Dust...
...The smell of Iron...
...The cold breeze emanating from the wall...
...and... Mold?...

"Ugh..."
Kaix groaned and yawned while holding his head in his hands, his wrists bound by shackles and accompanied by chains to limit his possibly wondrous stretch afterwards. He looked around and found he was in the same room as before... Again.

"So much for help from the outside" he grumbled, "He said three days and its been four, maybe five. My hands are sweaty...

A loud clang rings throughout the small 10-by-10 foot room. A figure in dull grey armor, wearing a helmet approaches Kaix, paper in his dirty green hand. Kaix snatches the paper and scans it over, a smile gleaming across his sharp and crooked face before glancing up at the massive orc.

"Did you bring it?" Kaix said before he was met with a snarl and handed an inkpen and a vial of ink. It didn't take long before Kaix fanatically snatched it from his hand and began to scribble down what appeared to be his key to freedom. Several moments and an annoyed orc later, Kaix handed the paper back to the orc, folded neatly and crisp.

"Make sure the Captain gets this" Kaix chuckled, "and not a moment late!"

The orc scoffed and gripped the paper tightly, almost crushing it before he walked out.

"O'nar", Kaix shouted; the orc looked back, "Thank you, friend." The door slammed shut and the sinking cold feeling came back to him, again determined to test his patience.
Linguistics to Forge Documentation: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

The familiar