Sorry was uber busy lately; Sometimes you just gotta yell at a slick rat to get him to comply a bit better.
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Kala had remained quiet the entire trip through the docks for lack of content to speak about, perfectly fine to simply take in the sights and let others do the business, but his man was simply too much for her to contain it any longer. She stepped forwards from the rear and go directly into his face, thankfully being on level as he was sitting, and did her best to polite tell him off. "Listen her, Scumbag, I don't care what you want, I don't care who you are, but you don't get to just order us around!" Her hair started to whip around her in the air light a gale of wind was in the building, looking like it was about to flay the man like a cata-nine-tails. He inched even closer into his face, finishing off with a "But lucky for you we have orders from our actual leader to help you out, so we'll get your foul goods and return them, then you are going to get on your knees and thank us for doing something that you couldn't be arsed to do yourself!" She left the air silent for a second before stepping back, her hair returning to the avalanche of it's normal shape and turning around to the door, waiting for directions for the job, and hoping to all that he prayed to, what little it seemed, that he would take up a better tone with his helpers.
Kelanna haply excused herself from the Paracountesses clutches, letting out a small whistle for Terron to rejoin them and perch on her arm, giving a small uncomfortable bow to her on her way out. She never really liked high class nutters, and the paracountess fit into that category perfectly. She was smiling as she left the embassy, though being slapped on the back almost knocked her to the ground. She was about to curse him off when she noticed how awkward he looked after doing it, letting out a laugh and putting two and two together; realizing now why he never got involved with many of the other women while they trained. Watching the Kobold slip up his body and whisper into his ear only helped to confirm her notions, and she bluntly put out, "You don't know how to treat women do you, Ser Vellici. Doesn't surprise me, not like they would need you to learn how to court one while going through squirehood." The crow that had moved up to her shoulder started to laugh at him, only to be rapped on the beak with her finger and told to hush. She looked over to Odryk, and smiled, "Unfortunately I only though ahead to prepare one sleeping enchantment for the day, so any violent encounter afterwards will end in a much different fashion I'm afraid."
Riiigghhhttt, I forgot about spell attack rolls being used, derpfest supreme. Anyways, sorry for anybody itching for combat, it just seemed like the best course of action for the day. Still lacking our ninja and cleric though...
@ Dm Shadowbloodmoon Yeah the timeout crap does suck, best way to get around it is to type what your gonna say, Highlight all that you wrote, cut it, and paste it back in, and hit preview, so if you get timed out you can just open up another message after reloading and paste it once more with success.
First action, yayyyy; let's end this before it begins with sleep magic!
Seeing the imp turn towards the kobold, Kelanna reacted as quickly as possible, letting out loud the words in draconic and finishing her incantation in an attempt to end the fight before it truly began. Her hair waved to the sides, as she finished casting,seeing a dull green light emanate from her hands and wrap around the imp, looking to see if the foul creature could be put down in peace.
Adult Kobold Ninja Magus! Adult Kobold Ninja Magus! Hero without any shell, Kobold power!
As funny as that is, you aren't hidden from us Xp We where observing you before the hide check; though to everything else it's like your a white shadow, the stalker of imps.
Kelanna simply watched as the others went in first, pulling up the rear, and standing at-least near the doorway to close it if the imp tried to escape. She had considered closing it now but knowing her luck the imp would hear it and be triggered. She watched as their dragonoid companion slinked forwards to take him by surprise, keeping herself quite, and glad she left her noisy bird back on the other side of the door for this exact reason. If he was unsuccessful she started to whisper the words of power in draconic for the magic to put the imp into a peaceful slumber, ready to pick up the slack sand prevent this from going full on upwards on them. She knew that imp's may have been the lowest on the devil hierarchy, but they where still devils and not to be given the chance to do anything!
Alright that was totally not a meta-gaming comment; I had zero ideal that we'd be going into that type of room. I expected her to own one, sure, but didn't know for a fact Q.Q
Pffht, 3 casters and 2 melee vs a lone imp; should be easier enough- just need to be careful to not damage the paracountess' room; with how she is we'd probably be locked away in some perverted hole under the mansion.
It seems like it's just Monster of the Week. Doesn't mean I'm not interested, but I'll just dot for now while I make a decision.
Kelanna found her self surprisingly uncomfortable inside of the house of decadence, finding the decorations a over;y poor choice of gold spent. The Paracountess was no better than her decor, Flashy on the outside but most likely empty on the inside. She remained quiet, though her hair wrapped around the crow who poked his head out, preventing him from fluttering out and trying to swipe anything shiny not nailed down. Upon hearing that an imp was in her employ she was almost put into turmoil of it's fate. On one hand those who consorted with devils often did have tables turning on them, but as much as she wanted to kill it and send it back towards it's home across the planes, she also had to make sure not to make a scene for the Pathfinders to have to be responsible of. Reaching back into her hair she plucked out the raven and put him on a fine desk, pointing a finger at him and commanding him to stay right there and not cause trouble. The raven simply looked back at her with no response, and Kelanna reach her hands up and lifted up her hair before it started to snake it's way out in two directions, hovering at her side and waving around like two snakes looking for prey. Walking into the next room she piped up in a whisper, "Let's get this done quickly and get out, I'm, not much enjoying the Paracountess as much as she enjoys herself. Let's just take care of this imp quickly and get out." And with that she stretched her fingers, the sound of electricity sparking between them loud enough for the rest to hear.
I'm delaying posting waiting for the other 2 players to get their happy butts in here.
Crossing her arms over her stomach, Kelanna looked up at the Chelish knight expectantly. While it was nice that somebody was willing to take reigns and lead this ramble shack of a group that Ser Valsin had put together, she couldn't help but be a tad bit worried, as he had never seemed like the social type. That wasn't saying that she was, but he had always seemed nervous around her. Her hair swayed in the non-existent wind and she leaned back against the wall, letting out a sigh, "Well it's not the most noble or glorious of work, it is important, so I suppose we should get onto this list." And the Crow nestling back into her hair let out a caw in approval. While waiting for the others she twirled her hair in her hands, making a neat spiral, and letting it go into a perfect curl, doing it for a solid chunk of her hair as she waited patently; once more looking over her new group of companions. She hadn't really had experience being part of a team before joining the Society, and while it excited her to see what they where capable of, she still couldn't help but worry for the future. The elf, Kelwin was his name, had experience with magic, as did the kobold oddly, though he also seemed to work martial combat with it.
((Alright, First rolls )) Kelanna stood with the rest of the small group, blue eyes shifting from person to person. She knew them all, maybe not as good friends would, but they had all been around her for quite some time. She was short compared to the men, well all of them save the Kobold to her side, still a solid foot over him. Still only at 4'8" she barely came up to their chests, being even shorter than the beardless dwarf, though the mountain of snow white hair that pillowed from her head all the way down to her hips, and wider than her body, made up for the slight of her petite frame. She reached down and scratched at her tanned arm, reaching a hand out and looking over the assignment list. the small rustle of feathers could be heard from the back of her body, and a small black bird shoved it's way out of the makeshift nest in her hair, climbing onto her shoulders and reading as well. She wanted to tell him that the list seemed rather mundane, but she held her tongue for now.
Levin reporting in for duty~ Happy to be accepted; and I messaged Gilvesh about his character needing a back-story on Saturday, so ether he was away for weekend, or he lost interest. Hopefully we'll see him post in here and I'll be wrong; always nice to have more arcane.
I will call him Terron, though whether that is his name or not he has not said either way. Character sheets down to the wire finishing wise; Wheeee~
@ Dm Shadowbloodmoon Hmm I didn't think up a name, would you rather I name him or would you like the honors?
This is highly interesting indeed, I should be able to make the posting amounts fairly simply, though 3 posts a day from 7 people would grow hectic in my mind, I'm still willing to try it out. Never played or even heard of Black Spot though, so I have no knowledge of what to expect going in (The best type of players, Mwahahahaaa). You allowing the Harrow Archtypes? I was considering Playing the Cartomancer Witch, though if somebody else really wants the arcane caster I'm good with making a different character.
@ Gilvesh While your crunch is good I can't find you back-story, and I don't want to be picked over you just because you where lacking one part of your character, that would be sad. @Dm Shadowbloodmoon Making one small Altercation to my Crunch sheet, swapping out the rather hasty decision of the trait hidden Hand, for the race Trait 'Harrow-Born, With my Harrow deck coming from one of the Gypsys I lived with for a single year. Making the change on my Profile for future reference. It's simply more flavorful for what I have in my backstory xp
Hmm dotting for massive interest. Quick question, any banned Paizo classes/races on the Srd site, or it that a extremely non-ruled 'Any'. Some DM's say any then decline certain classes or arch types after the fact, and I like to know if there is anything you'd rather not have at all?
Hmm I like this party already- good back-story and motivations, with most people being Lawful and leaning towards good if they aren't set at it. Should make for a nice flowing group of murderhobos- I mean Adventurers!
Note didn't have appearance and personality in my back-story, like a doofus, so there now on my character page along side the crunch if needed to be seen.
Yeah, I like jolt for one reason; Static Spiky hair Xp. But regardless, I think fire one would be fun, but ultimately useless, given the amount of things that resist fire with at least 5 points (Which means it would never damage it with it's 1d3 Damage) So even though fire would be cool; it would never get much use compared to the other three types.
@Dm Shadowbloodmoon
History:
Born in a small Human frontier town, Kelanna Levin, was born to the mayor of Highburg in late winter. The town didn't have too much going on, only being a small trapper lodge for a long time before more human settlers moved in and turn it into a village. Life was peaceful for the first 10 winters of her life, not a thing to worry about as the only daughter of the leader, and she grew up knowing happiness and content.
Tragedy struck during her 11th winter however, as not long after her birthday she was taken to the nearest city and allowed to browse the large markets with a small gift of coin. She even got herself a beautiful dress with it. While the trip there was nice, on the way back a blizzard stuck, and her carriage was caught up in the storm, falling from the slick mountain roads, and Kelanna tumbled down a ravine. She didn't wake up for several hours, and when she did she could feel nothing but pain all over her body, save for her legs, which she couldn't feel at all. For hours she wept and cried for help but it seemed like nobody knew she was down at the bottom. She slowly started to lose consciousness as the cold started to take her and night started to fall. A single black feather landed on her face before she slipped away, and looking up she saw a jet black raven staring down at her, tilting its head curiously. Before Kelanna could dismiss the carrion bird, its beak opened up and an indescribable voice echoed out, one she can't manage to describe even to this day. It asked a single question. "Do you want to live?" With next to no hesitation, and despite her fear of the voice, she answered with a cracked voice 'Yes', and the bird flew down and pecked her in the neck. After a short burning sensation she felt much better, as if all the numbness in her body had disappeared, and could even move her legs. She felt fantastic, and back to normal, all save for a blinding white in her eyes, brushing it aside thinking it was snow she saw that it was her own hair. It wasn't long after that that a few men peaked over the side of the ravine, and yelled to her. They got excited when she yelled back at them, and a little bit longer and ropes where being tossed down the cliff face as she was rescued. She happily embraced her mother; however her father stared at her dumbfounded, noticing her hair immediately. After a long ride back to her village she was taken away and locked in her room for reasons she couldn't understand. Meals started to only come to her room, and she was never allowed to leave it, though thankfully she had a window she could look out. The winter quickly passed into spring, and the following summer a stranger in a robe came into the village and right for her home. Coming into her room he introduced himself as Gaius, and explained that he was from the near city's wizard school; and after several minutes of poking and prodding and questioning he left back out, and started to talk with her parents again. With ear pressed to wood she over heard him say that while she had been touched by some sort of magic, it was not harmful, and that he would like to take her back with him to study at his school. She caught how angry her father was and heard him yelling at the wizard to leave, saying she would never be involved in such things ever again. The summer quickly passed back into winter, then back into summer, and she sat locked up in her room, with naught but her mother to visit her, and books to entertain herself with; the few times her father came into her room he always seemed to avoid locking eyes with her, keeping them lowered to the floor as if over taken by a deep sadness. And every day she woke up, and every night before she went to sleep a rapping would be heard on her window, and the phrase 'Fulfill the contract' was spoken, but every time she opened the window naught was there. Everything was peaceful, if not boring for a long while. That was, until the year of her 17th winter, deep in the summer, the tolling of loud bells could be heard, and not long after the acrid taste of smoke in the air burned at her tongue. She looked out the window and saw what looked like a small army of little green men riding wolves, holding sharp blades in one hand, and torches in the other. The attack by the goblin war band was swift, and the hunters of the village had no time to properly react before they where upon every house in the village, the screams of humans being harmed echoed out, and not long after bright yellow flames over taking the simple thatched roofs. It wasn't long at all before the green men regrouped and headed for the largest house in the village, hers. Wasting no time she did her best to clamber out of the window as they entered the home, climbing out onto the room and leaping down onto a large wagon of hay, very painfully. She took the opportunity to sneak away from the village and into the forest below, looking up at her home with tears in her eyes. After getting far enough away from her village that she would not be discovered she slumped down on a large stump, hands covering her face to hide her tears, when the ever familiar voice cried out from above her, 'Fulfill the contract.' Looking upwards in a look of rage at the stalking voice she saw once again the Bird she saw 7 years ago, the day that her hair turned white, the day her father stopped loving her. At first she blamed him for it all, screaming angrily at the bird until she had gotten it all out of her system. But the bird only repeated the same phrase as it had always been saying. After her stomach started to cave, and she started to feel weak from hunger and exhaustion she looked back at the bird, that had been preening itself and muttered to it that she would. The bird fluttered down from it's roost and landed on her shoulder, and started to whisper into her ears, everything, the secrets it had seen in the years, the secrets of magic it knew, how to survive on her own. Teaching her she slowly grew in power, learning how to master simple feats of magic, learning how to catch food for herself, and heal her wounds. After a year of this she grew tired of living all on her lonesome, eking out a living in the woods, and the raven guided her to a nearby caravan making its way along the forest edge. She quickly worked her way into the caravan, convincing the wanders to let her live with them and explore the world, while they taught her the trade skill of fortune telling. It wasn't real magic, but the commoners didn't know that, and would pay well to hear things that they wanted to hear, and using that money to buy food. One day the hamlet that had parked outside of, saw a familiar sight to Kelanna, Green men running into the village, torch in hand. With grit teeth she left her tent, and wandered in to meet them, and when one charged her from up top a dog, he fell to a lash of snow white hair, being crushed under near it, and the dog fled. When a few others got near she turned their hands to them, and a great gout of flames spewed from the palm, lighting them up and causing them to run in terror. A couple more started to come at the danger that was the young witch, but where pegged in the head by an expertly launched volley of arrows. Those who survive ran out of the village and away. The archer introduced himself as a Chronicler, in town to pick up some lore on a nearby ruins; and mentioned that she had talent, suggesting that she head towards the Pathfinder Society and sign up to put her skill in magic to good use. Taking his words to heart, and looking down at the crushed goblin, and smoldering goblin clothing she agreed, if she wanted to prevent things from happening to innocent people like had happened to her own village and family, she needed to get stronger and use her talents to better the world. And with that she head off to join the Society. Raven on her shoulder letting out a smug caw.
Crunch Redux: Kelanna Levin
Female Human White Haired Witch 1 LN Medium humanoid (Human) Init +2; Senses Normal; Perception +0 -------------------- Defense -------------------- AC 12, touch 12, flat-footed 10 (+2 Dex) Hp 10 (1d6+1 +3 From Toughness) Fort +1, Ref +2, Will +2; --------------------
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Gonna write up the Backstory but I already got the crunch done and will be in the Spoiler below, though as recruitment progresses I see less and less need for Arcane casters X~X Still never the less, I have a character, and have zero issue with being passed up for somebody else if need be; no sense in not putting out the hooks with bait on them, am I right? Crunch:
Kelanna Levin
Female Human White Haired Witch 1 LN Medium humanoid (Human) Init +2; Senses Normal; Perception +0 -------------------- Defense -------------------- AC 12, touch 12, flat-footed 10 (+2 Dex) Hp 10 (1d6+1 +3 From Toughness) Fort +1, Ref +2, Will +2; --------------------
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P.S. Are you okay with the Cantrip Jolt being added to a character using Two World magic- as it's a Blog spell, and while it is official, some DM's don't like it.
I have interest, but the character for which back-story I have in my mind works with a certain Archtype, specifically the White Haired Witch. So before I commit to writing down this storm of back story brewing in my head I'd like to ask one of the simplest fixes for the Archtype- DM Rulings. 1 Does it do everything that the Prehensile Hair Hex does as well? As the upgraded form of it seems to lack any text about using it like a extra limb, and leaves out all manipulation rules and using Int as it's Str for load numbers. Can it be used to Channel touch spells as a normal Natural Weapon can? 2 It mentions that it uses the Witches Int for Damage instead of Str, however it makes no mention of using Str for it's Hit. It seems odd that you get bonus damage for your animated magical hair from how smart and magical you are, but still have to use your muscles to make the magical moving hair hit the target. 3 Replacing Str in the CMB for it's grapple and other maneuvers with Int, under the same logic as the above, you do damage with it based on your Int, why do you have to be strong psychically to make magical hair hold people? Yes I know it's a really poorly written Archtype, but it's flavor is just too darn sweet for me to pass up, and a little DM Rule goes a long way. |