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I just placed this order, but unfortunately forgot to update my shipping address as I've moved since the last time I placed one. Is there a way to update the shipping address, or should I cancel and reorder?

So a player in the Runelords game im about to start wants to be part of a magical School, and use the benefits and such from Inner Sea Magic. Ive agreed to Stat up Turnaradoc Academy using those rules. Ive got a few ideas, like giving the character access to the secrets the headmaster keeps in the locked basement, and maybe the ability to borrow some equipment, but that seems a touch generic. So I'm crowd sourcing. Any ideas about hot to convert the flavor of the school into function for the character? When I have a final draft, Ill post it here so anyone else can use it or tweak it as they like. Oh, and if James Jacobs would honor me with a idea or two, that would be very appreciated. Thanks in advance!!

I've been running Crimson Throne for a few weeks now, and I've been going out of my way to get the party good and integrated into Korvosa. And now I'm in a position to throw some very fun monkey-wrenches their way, but I'm not sure how exactly to go about it. They're all third level, and about to go after the queens scapegoat. The rundown of part members, and the issues involved are:

Axel, Human Paladin, a young and somewhat brash son of one of the foremost armorers employed by the Korvosan Guard, he was visited in dreams by a nameless force calling him to defend the people and the city. He has no idea what this force really is. The player, a good friend and somewhat of an eccentric, wants his character to be working for something the calls "The Algorithm," effectively a sentient mathematical equation, something he himself incorporates into his own spiritual beliefs (such as they are). Hes described this as "a law beyond all laws" and other rhetoric to that effect. This screams Abadar to me, but he seemed unhappy with that prognosis. Maybe some kind of "after-image" of Aroden? I know hes dead as a doornail, but would it be interesting if a part of Arodens divine energy took up space inside a young man from Korvosa, calling him to be better then he would have been to begin with? (I'm thinking something along the lines of Garth Ennis's Preacher here, specifically in the depiction of the Genesis entity.) The flip side is, the Hellknights have taken notice of him, specifically of the golden aura of clockwork gears he emits when using his detect evil and smites and so on. I'm thinking of having a schism within the Order of the Nail, some who think hes consorting with fell powers, some who think hes channeling the power of the Godclaw.

Wow that was a lot of text.

The second is issue is more complicated. But before I go on, does anyone want to hear it, or am i typing to thin air? (It involves the relationship between a young summoner, the Headmaster Toff of the Acadamy, the summoners best friend, and fiendish possession.)

Anyone care?

So,for my own amusement, I've been stating up the iconics int the new system. I've gotten to Sorcerer,and was wondering if there was an "offcial" version of what Seoni's ancestry was. I'm leaning towards fey, or maybe destined, but I was wondering if anyone else had some insight, or mabe a word from the creators on the topic? ::puppy dog eyes::

Feedback greatly apreciated! Thanks!!

Horace al’ Xukif

I was born on the road to Okeno in Katapesh, 23 years ago, birthed to a mother traveling in a merchant caravan. Her name was Alz’ta, and was one of a small number of women and men kept by the Pasha Xukif’s Harem. She had been born into slavery after my parents had been captured by gnolls 15 years before. The pasha was fond of drunken couplings, and rarely worried about accidental pregnancies. If a girl was found pregnant, he simply had his holy man end the life of the mother. When she found herself with child, she did her best to hide it from the Pasha, and confided only in her closest friend, a fellow harem girl and slave, Izora. She kept the secret for some months, but finally betrayed her for a chance to gain the Pasha’s favor. Taken by a cold fury, my father had her first whipped, then inspected. When they found that She was nearly seven months along, he commanded the holy men to induce birth. My mother died with the promise that I would be raised to be the next Pasha , the next harem owner and slave lord, still ringing in her ears.
Raised a noble merchants son, I learned something of nobility, of economics, and of the vices of men. My father was not only a slave seller but a pesh dealer, as well as having his hands in several other unsavory dealings. I suppose I was exposed to at a young age what many would call inappropriate and poisonous things for children to see, let alone experience, but to me, these were the facts of everyday life. I tried pesh at eight, and was with a woman for the first time at thirteen, my fathers favorite, Izora. When I was fifteen, he put me in charge of the care of his slaves, teaching me a firm hand, and to see all those below me in station as expendable joys at best, and work animals at worst. Sometimes I would study faith and religion with the holymen, priests of Nogorber and Calistria. It seemed strange to me that wherever the caravan went, we would see the shrines and temples to the Dawnflower, Sarenrae, but never enter.
When I asked about the sun-faith, they scoffed, calling it a fool’s religion, and only good enough to be the empty faith of slaves. Curious, I in secret asked some of the slaves of this , and in-between confused looks and worried glances, told me to speak to one of the oldest of there number, Felton. When I asked the old man, he looked at me with gray eyes that seemed to sunder years of luxury and amorality, and said simply that they worshiped Sarenrae because she represented something unheard of to me until that moment: a life that they were meant to live, that had not been forced on them. He explained her justice, and her mercy, traits that I could not help but admire, but not see in myself. He explained her protection of the innocent, and I found myself thinking, for all my physical pleasures, this perfect being would not protect me, but would abhor who I was. Or perhaps, who I had been. Seeing his words affect me so, he told me that perhaps the thing that best pleased Her, that most would touch Her, was personal sacrifice. He hoped this, he said with a sigh, because he traveled with the band not because he was forced to, but because the other slaves needed a someone to put there faith in, and so he would minister to them as best he could. Pushing the sand aside, he revealed a wooden symbol of the Dawnflower, carved over the course of months long ago, and said simply that as he could never hope to defeat all the guards, he would not try to escape without all of the slaves, but would neither leave them here alone.
That one act of decency , of honor, may have changed the way I look at Golarion more then anything else. These were not animals, these men and woman we kept to be workers and playthings. These were people, and better people then I could ever hope to be.
That night, as my father and his guards slept , deeply under the influence of the newest and most potent shipment of pesh yet, I freed the slaves from there shackles, and bayed them slip off in the night. They ran quickly enough, save Felton, who explained that the sacrifice of the life I had known, in favor of a better life for those people, was perhaps just the act that could redeem me. He asked for me to come with him, to enter a shrine to Sarenrae for the first time, and perhaps in time, to take my place as one of her champions.
It has been eight long years, since that night in the desert. Felton is long dead, and I have just begun to try to fill the hole his absence leaves. Scimitar in hand, and ankh-angel held aloft, I shall spend the rest of my life doing what Felton did for me, redeeming those who know no better, and righting the wrongs that I can in Her name. In the North of Avistan, they call those of my calling Knights and Paladins, but I choose to think of myself simply as a master turned servant, knowing that sometimes all it takes is the right person in someone’s life to make the difference.

Are they allowed in PSOP? Unearthed Arcana or Campaign Setting? Sorry if this is a dumb question . . .

An intriguing name, found in the first few pages of D1, but I want more! What can the mighty Paizo gods tell us? What spell must I cast? Legend Lore? Commune? Divination?

Seriously, can anyone flesh out this threat from below? Is it a name for a dark god, or an actual political power? Come on, I'm sure I'm not the only one who picked up Kobold King and became curious. I Love these little snippets of the larger world, but they frustrate me to no end as well.

So after the better part of two months of effort, negotiating work schedules, school activities, spouse and children issues, where to play, all the usual problems of starting a game, I finally got enough people together to do Shackled City. I was going to have 6 players, then suddenly, before the first session, 2 had to drop. Ok, 4 players, in this rather difficult module, and I really didn’t want to take away from it to make it easier. So I opted for a gestalt game. Everyone reworked there characters, some seamlessly, some having to go back to the drawing board to make there new levels in scout make sense combined with bard. And then, almost last second, one of the dropouts comes back, hat in hand and says he’s good to go if I’ll have him back. So ok, 5 gestalt characters. Seems like that would be a little to much. . . .but what if I were to give the same treatment to the more important NPCs. The Stormblades, Jenya, all the various BBEGs. Sounded like a good idea. And now, having just defeated a Fighter3/Marshall3 version of Kazmojen, the parties really getting into it. But I'm curious, what would all of you do to the NPC's in a gestalted SCAP. Ill post my ideas later, but for now, I wanna see how evil these boards can get!

Sometime ago, a poster did a spectacular job creating Maavu's tax riot speech. It was used to great effect in the game I ws pcing in, and was one of the highlights of the chapter. Now, I'm running SCAP for a different group of friends, and I was hoping I would be able to find the origianl speech. It's all the more entertaining that one of my PCs happens to be playing Maavu's daughter. So any chance anyone out there happens to know what I'm talking about? Could you please repost it? I, and my players, would be most grateful.