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Female Sylph Magus (Staff Magus & Cabalist) / 9| HP 72/72 AC 23*or more*, T 14, Flat 18- F+9 R+8 W+9 Init +4; Senses: Darkvision 60ft; Per +9(+11))

Upon wings of enthralled memory the SkyKnights shall fly forever!

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Male Fetchling (Kayal)- Outsider (native) Warlock/1

Sorry boss! Wasn't around much this weekend. Great job on the DMPCing though! Thanks!

More relieved than he'd ever be willing to admit by the arrival of the others, especially the barbarian and his impressive use of his hammer.

The warlock begins to summon his internal arcane might once again, yet the last second before he releases his blast suddenly Lasciel is standing protectively in front of him. It takes all the control he has to swing his fists to one side, causing the blast to smash into the wall, instead of his beloved sister.

Putting one hand to his stomach, he can only manage to say her name, a combination of relief, gratitude and frustration all rolled into one exhalation of breath "Lasciel! I almost...!"

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

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Male Fetchling (Kayal)- Outsider (native) Warlock/1


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Male Human Samurai-Ronin 4/ Oracle-Battle 3 | AC 24/ T12/ F23, HP73, F+8/ R +4/ W +7, Init +1(Roll twice), Percep +6, Sense Motive +10

Round 4, Initiative 8
HP 2/65; AC 24/12T/23FF *[AC23 vs anyone but Ghorraneaux, AC25vs her ]
21CMD; +7F/+3R/+7W (+2+1 vs Fear) (+1 Ref not incl)
Special: *Cannot see beyond 30'*, Darkvision
Buffs: Bless, Keen Edge on Bastard sword, Haste (+1Atk, AC & Ref)
Hero Points: 3/6

"Argh! Damn your blasted soul!" Akiros roars out in pain as the hag's razor sharp claws find purchase in his flesh through the ruined dragonscale pauldron on his left shoulder. As well, despite his own phenomenal might, the monstrous strength of the hag is yet greater, and this mockery of a woman also manages, just, to grapple him as well.

Before the creature can take advantage her grasp on him however, the flashing blades of Jemini take the monster out, causing the hag to drop to a lifeless heap on the floor, leaving Akiros nearly dead, but free.

At the same time, Nikolai, once again able to see, and in full rage, takes out his foe in one blistering attack. An attack which results in a surprise, as the real Ghorraneaux is finally revealed.

Although he had already killed one hag this day, Akiros had sworn an oath to kill Ghorraneaux himself, and, as the Gods would have it, the opportunity still lay before him. Bleeding from several places, his armor and flesh rent and torn, the weary battle cleric drops his shield and makes his way over to the downed former mistress of the elven ruins.

His sword, dragging on the ground, sends a shower of sparks up into the air as he weaves his way through the unconscious prisoners. When he finally reaches her, Akiros stands a moment, staring down upon his enemy. He knew now that it had been she, Ghorraneaux, who had been behind Malgorzata and the rise of the cult of Gyronna in Sanctuary. This bleeding, dying, thing before him, had been responsible for the death of his friend, and so many others.

His hatred and righteous fury not diminished one iota, the Marshall of Sanctuary, the city's Protector, finally speaks "What now of all your boasting, hag, what now of all your pride? You continue your games, attempt to toy with us with empty threats of your former ally, Hargulka. He who has abandoned you? Do you see? Do you see now how that comes as no surprise? For that is as Evil does. That is why we are strong. That is why we shall never be defeated by the likes of you. It is because we care, because we love, that we shall always be victorious. As you make your way to hell, know well that this is something you shall never, ever, know, or truly understand."

Summoning the last of his strength, using both hands, the vessel of Iomeade raises his heavy blade high above his head "I swore that you would die by my blade this day, you wretched thing, and now you shall. I do this for all those innocents you have harmed, and maimed, and killed. I do this for Corwin, my friend. I do this in the name of Justice. You are no more. Die."

In the for-the-moment silent chamber, the sound of Akiros' blade slashing through Ghorraneaux's neck and clanging into the floor, the sound of Justice, rings louder, and echos longer, than possible. It seems as if an unearthly sigh echoes through the room. As if the final moments of the evil monstrosity that was Ghorraneaux had been witnessed by a ghostly audience of all of her many, many victims, and that with her death, the spirits of the slain sigh their pleasure, and their release.

As the head of the former coven leader rolls away from the rest her torso, Akiros raises his blade towards his face, his milky eyes gazing upon it as if for the first time. "...'Justice'...yes, yes, that is it. Justice was demanded, and justice you have served. You are well named. So be it."

Sparing not a second's more thought for his defected foe, Akiros cleans and sheaths his sword. For despite his massive wounds, his next thought is only for the gravely injured hostages, and so he moves to help them. It is not even a question for him, it is simply his duty. For, beyond all else, a man of duty he is, and thus shall he ever be.

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Male Human Samurai-Ronin 4/ Oracle-Battle 3 | AC 24/ T12/ F23, HP73, F+8/ R +4/ W +7, Init +1(Roll twice), Percep +6, Sense Motive +10

Akiros sits through the meal and storytelling, eating his fill and for the most part remaining silent. With his cool demeanour and nearly always inscrutable features, it would be difficult for one to tell, but, almost despite himself, he is both horrified and fascinated by the vision of a possible future that enfolds. 'It is like some dark tale of warning and woe spun by some mad, twisted bard.' he thinks to himself on more than one occasion. Also on more than one occasion he finds himself sending long, contemplative looks towards his former master, Nikolai. More than anyone one here, Akiros knew the man the former Stag Lord had been, and what he had been capable of. Reading between the lines, Akiros was easily able to ascertain much of the story that the time travelers, wisely, left out. Nikolai had changed so much from the man he had used to be, yet had he changed enough? Looking deep within himself for the truth, the former second in command to the man now recognized as the heir to Rogarvia truly did not know what evils Nikolai might still be capable of. He did know one thing though, be they friends or not, no innocent blood of Newhaven's citizens would be spilled while he, Akiros, still drew breath. He had dedicated himself, heart and soul, to Newhaven and the protection of it's citizens, and he would die before allowing harm to come to them. Looking back on how much of the future history he had been absent from, perhaps that's exactly what he had done. Or would do. Or however it was best said when thinking of these mad possibilities that might lie before them.

When the meal and the story end, and Borodin excuses himself to explore the town, Akiros assigns two guardsmen to accompany him. Verbally, he explains that they shall simply serve as guides, for this Sanctuary must be far different than the one Borodin knows. Yet they both know the truth, and, after a long gaze they both share, Borodin nods, knowing he can do nothing but accept it. Akiros nods in return, knowing that his message, 'This city is under my protection now', has been received.

After one last, long, meaningful look with Nikolai, the Marshal of Newhaven then excuses himself as well and makes his way to his bedchambers. Thoughts of a future he does not live to see, and, gods forbid!, one where his beloved, and any children they may have, suffer horribly, weigh his steps. Entering their room, Elspeth glances up from scribing a letter to her best friend back home, and can instantly see, and feel, the heavy emotion coming off her husband. Rising and moving to him in one graceful gesture, she puts her hands to his face and gazes deep into his eyes. Silently willing some of his pain and despondency onto herself, she then gently kisses his cheek and wraps her arms around him. He was so big, so strong, and he took so much onto his own shoulders it amazed her sometimes that he did not simply collapse under the weight of it. Yet this was also a large part of why she loved him so. He was so dedicated to the people of this land, his sense to duty so deeply rooted, and inviolate. Yet she knew he could not do it alone, and so she willingly, gratefully, lovingly added her strength to his. Unwrapping herself she takes him by his big, calloused hand and leads him to their bed. Undressing him and then herself, caressing him, loving and healing him with her every touch and gesture, she slowly pushes him back until he is lying down. Still, no words have been spoken, and they wouldn't be for some time. She knows they will come later, and that he will tell her all the he is able to. She knew there would always be some he could not tell her, and other parts he would withhold to protect her, yet that was not what was important. This, now, their being and sharing together, in deep and silent love, this was what mattered. As well, this was her duty, or at least a part of it, and it was one she undertook with great gratitude, passion and love.

Much later, as they lie entwined and spent, and healed, Akrios rises to an urgent knock on the door. Informed by one of the guardsmen that a distraught seeming Borodin had taken off running out of the city, the Marshal looks back over his shoulder at his beloved. She, knowing his burden of duty is one he can never set down for long, simply nods, giving him leave to depart. Dressing quickly, taking only his cloak and sword, the former Ronin dashes out, running alongside the guardsmen to find the fleeing timetraveler.

Arriving at the Tuskwater just in time to see Borodin putting the finishing touches on his campfire, and then lighting it with a simple word and gesture with his hand, Akiros stands for a while, until he is noticed. When Borodin looks up and sees him, Akiros dismisses the guards and walks towards the campfire. Looking the question, after Borodin's slight hesitation and then nod of invitation, Akiros drags over a log and sits down, warming himself with the flames. He says nothing though, and after a few moments of silence, Borodin realizes that the Marshal did not come here to talk, or question, but merely to sit and share a fire, one warrior to another. The stars hang overhead, silent as well in their eternal observance, and a beautiful, quiet, Newhaven night passes by.

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Male Human Samurai-Ronin 4/ Oracle-Battle 3 | AC 24/ T12/ F23, HP73, F+8/ R +4/ W +7, Init +1(Roll twice), Percep +6, Sense Motive +10

He sees the reaction in Nikolai, the surprise, and then the self-loathing and frustration. He waits a little longer and, when still no response ensues, he nods once and faces forward once again "I thought as much. We were never ones for conversation, you and I, and I do not know how much of my own tale you know. Perhaps you have heard bits and pieces from the men, here and there. Since we have the time though, and if you do not object, I shall tell it to you now."

He is quiet for a time more, gathering his thoughts again, preparing himself for the emotional tumult even thinking of his past always engenders, let alone speaking it aloud. Yet, somehow, to his surprise, the pain is nowhere as intense as it once was, and an image of Elspeth's gentle face floats before his mind's eye and a calmness flows within him. Sighing quietly, he begins. "Sarah, was her name. It all begins with Sarah..." and as they ride, the tale unfolds. This time, for the first time ever, he holds nothing back. Elspeth now knew most of the tale, but now, at this moment, to this man with whom he had shared so much, he tells it all. He tells of his time as a paladin in training and as an Aldori sword lord. He tells of that fateful day, meeting the beloved of his best friend and the knowing in his heart that the love he and Sarah instantly felt for each other would one day doom them all. He speaks of the torrid affair, the plans to escape, being caught, and the terrible duel that ended four lives that day. When he gets to the part of arriving at the Stag Lord's door, near death, he stops, for of course Nikolai knows this part. Or at least most of it.

Looking once again to his travel companion he continues "I do not believe I have ever thanked you for your actions on that day Nikolai, for I was equal parts outraged, heartbroken and grateful. Those men who were chasing me, those men you slew on my behalf...they...they were my friends, they were my brothers, and I..." overcome with emotion at the memory of his lost swordpact brethren, he stops to collect himself. A few beats later, he speaks once more "I do thank you Nikolai, for without doubt, had you not...done what you did, I would not be here now. I would have never found...Elspeth."

Stopping once more, he allows some time for a response, yet when none is forthcoming, he continues his monologue once more. "Things changed so much after the battle Nikolai, after you...died. We were defeated, you were dead, I was blinded by that witch. I did not deserve nor expect mercy or forgiveness, yet there it was. My sight was restored and, to my great wonder, I was given a place of honour and responsibility. Yet things were still so hard. Not a day, hardly a moment went by when I did not in my mind see my hands covered with blood, did not miss my belo...miss Sarah. And then there was Malgorzata..." and his face and demeanor darken significantly as he utters the hated shapeshifter's name.

Pausing a third time, after a few breaths he carries on "I thought I was going to lose it all, Nikolai. All of you were gone, the fate of the city, all our people, was in my hands. And we faced an enemy that did not fight with steel, but tortured our minds. In the end, I nearly lost mine...yet I gained something else, something so much more." and at this his milky eyes seem almost to glow. The Oracle sits up straighter in his saddle as the weight of memory, of the past, seems to lift off of his shoulders "I was a Paladin, Nkiolai, yet I abandoned my Goddess, for I thought She had abandoned me. Yet in the moment of my greatest madness and despair, She returned to me, She showed me that She had never left my side, that despite my many sins and mistakes, She forgave me, and still had purpose for me. My sight was taken from me, yet I see much more now than I ever did before, my old friend."

For a short time, his strange milky eyes seem to gaze at something no normal mortal can see. Finally, a rare thing occurs, and Akiros smiles. It is a smile of great peace, of deep happiness, of self-forgiveness and hope "And then the miracle Nikolai. Then Elspeth. In the name of young and blind love I had caused the death of so many. I knew that love would never come to me again, and I knew it was nothing less than I deserved. But then it did come, like nothing I had ever felt before, and I have no shame in telling you my friend that I am happier now than I had ever dared dream was possible. And I know, in my heart, that it is only by the grace of my Goddess that such a miraculous thing is possible."

Turning once again to the silent barbarian, his eyes glowing softly with a light not of this world he finishes "No Nikolai my friend, as I said, it is not for me anymore to save you. If you truly wish to be saved, if you truly seek redemption, you must look to that which is beyond us. For only the Gods themselves can wash away the blood of crimes as great as ours." he then closes with a small chuckle "I am no Arch Banker, yet if you wish to know of The Inheritor, you need but ask, and I shall gladly tell you all I know."

Star Voter Season 6

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How about, instead of the items posted on the first couple pages getting reviewed 20+ times, and the items on the following pages getting reviewed once or not at all, we now consider those items on the first couple pages well reviewed and DONE. And now instead Start reviewing items on the 3-4 pages. And then, after those have been done a few times, we Start reviewing items on the 5-6 pages, and rise/repeat.

Seems like it would be quite a bit more fair this way. Yes?

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Gnome Fey-Blood Sorcerer/4 | AC 15/15/13 [19/15/17 with MA] +4 vs Giant type; HP 26/26; F/R/W 3/4/6 +2vs illushns; Prcp +4; Init +6;

Can you give us all our options on what we can choose from next to do Chainmail?

And (believe it or not ; ) Hon does make a good point (I know, I know!). Why in the world Did we go into town and all the BS that entailed when we had a good, solid enclave of DWARVES we coulda hung with?

Oh, and on another note, Chainmail, was you posting the cost of Kragg's resurrection your way of telling us that That was all the 'loot' we were gonna get? Cause if so, damn it!

Oh! Ah, I mean...

Welcome Back Kragg! = D

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Male Elf Urban Ranger/ 1
Braddon Hurst wrote:

Something draws his eye behind Malkith. "Maybe you should help her. Here's THAT elf."

Braddon moves just inside the entrance and addresses Daynadrian quietly as he arrives. "Are there any other elves working for Saul? Only I've got a message for him from Shorafa. Apparently, that elf has been interfering with Shorafa's children. Do you have any idea what that means? It doesn't sound good. And if it continues she's gonna get his son, I think. At least, that's what the tiefling said. He was very pleasant about it. The same way worms are pleasant in mud."


Dayn listens to the somewhat confusing tale from Braddon, but seems to get it's gist and answers "Yes, that was likely me. I had hired some street rats to be my lookouts tonight. I had no idea they were Shorafa's. Seems I'll be needing to have a little conversation with her sometime soon."

Then, frowning, he seems to think of something "This messenger, he wasn't a large or bulky man? More likely of average height and slim build? Nicely dressed, or at least wearing expensive shoes?"

Upon hearing that this messenger, 'Oliver' does indeed fit that description he nods his head "I believe I'll need to be having a little talk with his Olver as well then."

He then fills his two fellow security guards in on the situation in the kitchen "There was some minor trouble, both the cooks up and left and the kitchen girls decided it was time to take a break, all except Samaritha that is. But all's in order now, I but the Scare into them and promoted Samaritha and another girl to run things. They seem to have all well in hand."

He then indicates to the others his intention to check on the 'drunk' girl, suspicious that it may be another one of Shorafa's ploys. Moving into the room he determines as best he can that the girl, the very young girl, does indeed seem to be genuinely intoxicated. Possibly even drugged. "Yes, I Really need to have a little discussion with this Oliver. Taking advantage of a girl this young is just too much, even for Riddleport." he mutters to himself.

Concerned that even this may be some attempt of Shorafa's to cause slander or implication of sordid goings on at the Golden Goblin, Dayn firmly closes the door, trying to see if either of the keys he has will lock it. While doing this, he hears the end Saul's introduction and the beginning of Thurvia's aria and starts heading back towards the main room.

Just before he arrives all hell seems to break loose. Hurrying the last few steps, he pauses at the door, observing all that is going on. Instinctively slipping into the shadows, he draws his bow and nocks an arrow, getting a bead on on the Hellnight holding the singer hostage. Moving as unobtrusively as he can, he ends up near Liry. Once in position, the ranger takes aim to get a straight shot at the kidnapper.
Stealth: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26
MA: move to I-20

As Malkith begins moving towards he leader of the theives and speaking with them in their tongue Dayn has a flash of furious thought 'Has he been in league with them all along??'. Then, when the fool of a fop precipitates things with an attack as ill-aimed as his intentions on one of the Hellknights, Dayn curses the dandy, mentally promising him a kick in the teeth. The perceptive Elf does catch something interesting though as the bandit fails to make good on his threat to cut the singer's throat. Peering closely again, trying to sniff out what's really going on, Dayn holds his breath, lines up his shot, and finally looses at his target.
Sense Motive on Hellknight leader (and Thuvalia or the relationship between them if possible): 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 + 2 = 9
SA: Bow shot at Hellknight in O-13: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 5 + 2 = 18
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Joana, any chance we'll be playing with Called Shots at all?

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Male Battle Dwarf 1/ Daredevil, Battle Skald Bard

A What now??

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Male Battle Dwarf 1/ Daredevil, Battle Skald Bard

Um, I'm not sure if this is really the format for you to discuss your and Dashuun's dating misadventures Xrezth...just sayin'

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Male Battle Dwarf 1/ Daredevil, Battle Skald Bard

Haha well, with This kind of group, I suppose anything's possible!

Just to check in, is PvP allowed here DM?

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And, Sigh!

Yea, for I have, after over a month of almost constant reading, finished one of the very finest PbP threads, or any fantasy story period for that matter, that I have ever had the privilege to read. And that is saying something! As I have read a LOT of them, both.

Sigh, for exactly the same reason. For while the story will continue, I'll no longer be able to sit for hours at a time reading, following, and getting to know and love (and sometimes really dislike) the spectacularly played characters in this impressive and addictive collective story-telling effort. Of all the many things I like about these vivid PC's, I think the aspect I enjoy the most is how consistent they have all been. Regardless if it was convenient for the story, or the other players, or what have you, each and every character (and thus the Players playing them) has remained consistent and true to their nature and essence, always. Can't even tell you how many times I wanted to push Qhude or smack Jakob upside the head for being themselves, only to cheer them a few posts down the road for working things out while still always remaining true to character.

All of the characters are so unique and interesting and, like the best kinds of onions or personalities, they keep revealing more and tastier levels to themselves the deeper you peel. Bravo you all. Bra-vo.

And of course let's not forget the gentleman who's made it all possible! DM AK, you are a First Class Games Master and Story Teller, no ifs, ands or buts about it. Thank you for creating such a wonderful sandbox for all these big kids to play in.

So, mostly, that's it, I wanted to gush about my enjoyment of this game and thank you all sincerely for all the avidly entertaining story-telling you've given me (and I'm sure many others as well)

Of course, that's not quite all of it. There is, obviously, an ulterior motive as to why I'm posting here in the Recruitment thread after all. I suppose it goes without saying by now that I would Love to join this game and be a part of this fine tale of adventure and intrigue. And it seemed to me that while you're all loitering about in town, this might be the perfect time to do so. So, I'm here to throw myself at your tender mercies and beg admission. Ok, well, perhaps not beg, as such, but perhaps bribe? a little?

I have been accused of spinning a fair tale or too myself in my time, I must say. I'm sure there's several examples of such lying around here somewhere. Oh, yes, well there's Ali, the Wild Druid (a homebrew Alternate class of mine). She's probably both the youngest and the oldest PC of mine around here. She's only 16 (we think) but she's been on Paizo for close to four years now I believe and is still going strong. Jorzan's fairly close to her in age, although he's only been slipping through the shadows here for only a year or so. Aylaeth, who's actually playing in a connected game (This DM is truly a mad genius by the way. Currently running three, yes THREE, count 'em PbP's and one of more IRL game all connected to the Same Massive World and Story!) is not too far behind Jorzan (although please don't ever phrase it that way to her). Akiros is fairly new, but he's certainly had a lot to say for a Ronin in the time he's been here. Haunted past and all that, although he seems to be doing better lately, now that he SEES things more clearly.

There's a few other notables about, but, anyway, you get my drift. I've been here for a while and have been around the block a time or two. Some may call me greedy for wanting more PbP, but I much prefer the term 'Blissfully Addicted'.

I was thinking that perhaps your great group of adventurers could use a little more lady on your team, and, no pun intended, there's this Dwarven maiden who's been knocking at the door of my mind lately. I'm not quite sure what she does yet, as she's been keeping her cards close to the vest thus far. But if I was to hazard a guess, I might say she's something along the lines of a 'Summoner'? I could be way off though.

Bottom line is, if you think either of us might be an interesting addition to your team, I'm sure I could coax her to come on out and play with you all. I seem to be noticing a twinkle of eagerness in her eye so it shouldn't be too difficult I'm thinking.

If not, we'll neither of us have any hard feelings, I assure you. And while she may move on to greener pastures, I, for one, shall be lurking around these parts indefinitely. You have been forewarned.

And with that, I bid you all a fond adieu (for now??) and On With The Show and all that, as they say (somewhere, I'm sure).

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Female Forest Gnome Wild Druid / 9| G AC17, W AC18 H AC17 DW AC21; HP 81/81, CMD 21, F/R/W 10/10/6 **, Percep +11 Low-light & Scent, Init +7

The completely non-material Wild Druid had to remember the platinum stash? For shame Romon, for shame...

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Female Forest Gnome Wild Druid / 9| G AC17, W AC18 H AC17 DW AC21; HP 81/81, CMD 21, F/R/W 10/10/6 **, Percep +11 Low-light & Scent, Init +7

Having begun, just barely, to understand the concept of commerce, if not the reason, Ali watches quizzically as Roman purchases the flowers. She accepts the gift with a large and genuine smile, clearly delighted both by the action and the fact that she can hold them to her nose, blocking out the other overwhelming smells. But with wide eyed innocence she asks him "Sneaky man, Ali no understand. Why you need give shiny yellow rocks...this be 'buy', yes yes? For beautiful flowers land gives for free?"

Then after, as Esteriande attempts to explain the market in more detail Ali simply stares at the pretty woman. Between the accent and the unfamiliar words and concepts the small Gnome is lucky if she understands one word in ten. She nods her head politely although her incomprehension is clear on her face. Smiling to show her gratitude despite her lack of understanding she asks innocently once again "But, but, Ali no understand this- When all people in world is here now, does that mean all rest of world is empty?" as she marvels at the possibility of such a thing.

Romon, you continue to delight me with your posts and constant ability to bring a smile. Thanks