*mumble grumble* just because he's bringing ale, isn't it *mumble grumble*
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Leconair smacks his forehead. Ale for the dwarves! Why didn't I think of that? What an amazing bargaining commodity that would make. "Ahem, Ser Donatello? Perhaps you have a moment to discuss what you're sitting on?" GM: I'm just following along and playing with how Leconair sees and handles what's getting posted. Please let me know if this is cluttering up the recruitment thread and you'd rather I chill or take it over to the discussion thread. I'm sure I can get Leconair to sit still for a while. I think he has some rope in his stash well suited for this purpose.
Wouldn't you all rather I go first and establish a proper trading post so you can come work for me?
No! Clearly that means you're not working enough. No breathing except during breathing breaks! ;P
Gaah! I was going to mention you put two x's in my "Expert", but then I saw I missed an u in my "buy".
How silly of me. How are you going to by my wares if I don't display them? Here is Leconair. I am an elven wizard with a bow. That's Gandalf and Legolas rolled into one. You just can't get more optimized than that...
From what I can tell, the first thing you need to do is to figure out what you character's big goal is, and why you would abandon the old home and come to a new settlement and serve as Leconair's assistant... Alternatively, you can just focus on what you want to play, and what you want to do here in Newspring to help make Leconair's business a rousing success story, and brainstorm goals and how you got to such an enviable position from there.
Ahem. Kal'Tos, Cueta, I can't help but overhear all your lamenting about snow. I just so happen to have this shovel with me. You know, with the winter season upon us, it might just come in handy. Now, about those arrows...
Oh, I suppose I should follow instructions at least a little bit, being lawful and all. Background:
Son of a large, well-off family, Leconair knew early he was too far down the line of succession to expect a meaningful role in carrying on the family legacy. Instead, he soaked up all the learning afforded him, and leveraged his connections to a junior role in a well-established merchant house (The Silverdawn Traders). As he worked his way up the ranks, The House made an investment in an expedition to the new lands. Leconair saw his opportunity, and jumped at the chance to be among those representing the House in this daring venture... Appearance:
Silver-white long flowing hair, with the typical tall and wiry lankyness of the elven race. Pale, where you can see. Personality:
This is pretty open. My thought is someone who is opportunistic. As for how that will unveil itself, I was going to improvise a little and grab what sticks. I like the little bit of playfulness he's displayed so far outside the campaign, and may bring some of that into the game. So, lighthearted banterer, with a thick enough skin to take it as well as he dishes it (and he dishes pretty benignly, knowing that misunderstandings can lead to burnt bridges). I'll do my best to keep it in check. Please don't hesitate to slap me on the wrist whenever you see something toeing the line too much. Goals: Leconair's current passion is in creating a successful trade network in the new world, tie it back to his connections in the old world, and become a senior partner. What he trades in is secondary.
Here's Leconair the merchant, in progress. There's a link to a myth-weaver page on the profile. I will move some of the crunch over to the alias profile and summarize his motivations (highlights from the past and the vision of the endeavor - to grow a successful trading network here as an extension of the trading house he belongs to back home).
Sure! This was a very nice a relaxing campaign, free flowing almost like a lazy river. I think that was both its strength and its downfall. I really enjoyed it as a way to get comfortable with the role-playing and the roll-playing of PBP, as well as some of the mechanics of Pathfinder. Unfortunately, I think that also made it easy to seem to lack enthusiasm, even when it may not be the case. I think you did great as a DM. I loved the opening sequences in the first town. The false lead, the misunderstanding, the changing of the mood of the town. That was amazing! I also enjoyed our little mini-combat with the runaway lizards. That was very cute. Non-threatening yet intense. The carnival games were ok, but the rules were hard to follow at times. We probably could've just waved our hands at it with a few rolls and role-played it out for a few days and moved on. Or, may be have less events, but with all of us were involved, like in the one throwing contest. That was a nice alternative to typical DnD combat that everyone could do something with. As you can see above, I really thought the campaign was fun while it lasted. It may have just been too much lazy river, in need of a bit of white water to get our adrenalin pumping. By the way, I don't want to mislead you. I don't canoe or raft, despite the analogy. In fact, what I do in water can barely be called swimming. But, it seems like the right analogy, so i went with it.
Leconair attempts the puzzle, but fails to pick up the piece as he slumps off the chair and onto the floor. You vaguely hear him mumble, "'nother roun' pweash..."
"Ah, that hits the spot! Another!"
Woe is me! I just realized I missed post 300 by one post!
"I will join you indeed! It's time for the real festivities!" Leconair joins Johan, silently reminding himself that two will be quite sufficient...or perhaps eight or nine, since the glasses are likely to be small.
"Test of Strength?" Leconair coughed as he utters it. "This is a festival. Come, let's go to the Drinking Contest!"
As Leconair stews over the defeat, he remembers his manners enough to congratulate the elderly gnome on a well earned victory. "Whew, that was a mighty complicated game indeed! Well, at least I've managed to work up an appetite." He turns to to his companions, "where to now?" They settle in together and enjoy the afternoon of festivities.
OOC Spoiler: I would have no problems if you just rolled a few INT/DEX checks and made up the results. I'm ok with hurrying through this game, or any of the later games that I'm the only participant in. The ones where some or all of us are in may be worth playing out if others are interested, but the solo ones, I can just get by with the results
Before starting, Leconair asks for a couple of clarifications of the rules 1. Will they take turns alternating and dropping all the piglets down before the first color is announced? If it's just one each, when will the other five be dropped? 2. Is it that they can move one appendage to an open circle after the announcement, and then attempt to grab at a piglet with the free hand (hopefully it's a hand), without the three appendages planted on the colors leaving the circle? 3. If they already have an appendage on the color called, can they put an appendage on a non-matching circle, and still score? And get piglets? The rules are somewhat confusing, and Leconair wants to make sure he doesn't unknowingly break a rule here.
"Sounds fun." Leconair follows the others' example and takes off his own shoes.
Leconair rushes up to greet Johan and pats him on the back. "An excellent showing, my friend! If only our newfound pal Aeldon could have been here for your victory." Leconair rubs his hands together as he wonders aloud, "hmm...when's my next contest? I'm all worked up now and ready to go."
After hearing the rules of the game, Leconair shakes his head. "That is too complicated a game for me, I'm afraid. I'll sit this one out and just enjoy the contest from the sidelines."
As he watches the balls sail just as awkwardly as his form, he notices with astonishment that two of the balls found the mark! "Hey, did you see that? I got two!"
As Leconair takes his turn, he focuses on the target, and starts heaving awkwardly.
Leconair decides to join in the marksmanship, round the grounds race, 'piglets', 'scare the witch', 10 yard dash, and 'give and take'. Upon hearing that the drinking contest was the last one of the day, he decided he wants to join that as well. "What better way to round out a day at a festival?"
Leconair tries to find out what the rules for round the grounds race, piglets, scare the witch, 10 yard dash (is it literally 10 yard dash?) and give and take are.
Leconair hangs with Johan, hoping to take in the sites of the competitions. As they pass Aelden, he notices Aelden isn't really doing any business of note. "Hey, Aelden, take a break and come join us. We're going to go see if Johan can drink some people into the ditch! Well, he wants to try some arrows, too, but I sure hope the arrows come before the drinking." Laughing, Leconair continues with Johan to the contests. As they move on, a bat peeks out the hood behind Leconair, and produces a barely audible "eek" before ducking back into the hood. OOC
Spoiler: Leconair tries to see if he recollects what those gnome games are. Knowledge: local check
Oh, and I'll take the skill points this time.
Sounds good. Time to rattle some bones.
Pleasure to meet you, Aeldon. The name is Leconair, and thanks for the drink. With a second tip of the glass, Leconair takes another nice swig before continuing. I fear I am not comfortable with armor, unless you have mithril to work with. Of course, if you do, I fear I would not likely be able to afford it. Leconair looks woefully into his glass, remembering the relative lack of work recently, and empties his glass to drown the thought out.
Not one to refuse a friendly offer, Leconair picks up the drink, returns the tip with a slight tip of his own glass, and takes a nice big swig. "That was indeed something. I have many a tales of a giant, but not seen one this close. That's one person I would not want angry with me. That's for sure." "So, is this your first time at the carnival, or are you a regular here?"
Leconair had followed Johan to the tent, and is equally amazed by the appearance of the giant. "How gargantuan he must seem to the gnomes!"
Leconair thanks Jellardo for the tent and wishes him a good festival. Then he hurries back to the campground, and pitches his tent next to Johan's. After he sets the tent up, he takes the time to study the stone he received from the gnome.
Right before Jellardo parted ways, as Leconair realizes he will be in need of a tent, Leconair asks if Jellardo by chance have a spare tent he might be willing to sell.
Leconair looks for a sack and punctures a couple of breathing holes (small enough to keep the lizards from going through it. Then, he puts the three lizards in it and holds the top of bag tight, keeping it closed with his grip while they search for the fourth lizard.
Noooo! Leconair cried as the lizards threatened to escape. Before more could scatter, Leconair positions himself so as to avoid Jellardo and his comrads with the spell, and utters a few arcane words, causing a spray of color to burst forth and envelop the lizards. (7, +2 for alertness with bat near him)
Spoiler: Range 15 ft. Area cone-shaped burst Saving Throw Will negates; Spell Resistance yes 2 HD or less: The creature is unconscious, blinded, and stunned for 2d4 rounds, then blinded and stunned for 1d4 rounds, and then stunned for 1 round. (Only living creatures are knocked unconscious.) 3 or 4 HD: The creature is blinded and stunned for 1d4 rounds, then stunned for 1 round. 5 or more HD: The creature is stunned for 1 round.
Wooaahhh. REF
Leconair nods in agreement. "I believe the travel will be quick, and hopefully uneventful." He looks up at the sky, trying to figure out what the weather will be like for this trip. "Have you been to the festival before? What is it like?" Lceonair tries to engage the merchant in conversation as they prepare for departure.
Leconair sighs. "I wish she could've stayed and chatted. Her and her performance was simply so...fascinating." Leconair sighs again at the thought as he watches the wagon depart. "Well, shall we drink ourselves to tomorrow, and see to this new job of ours?"
"Er, ha, hello there. We were just so impressed with your performance back there, we felt compelled to come by and meet you in person. Err..."
Leconair, a bit concerned, attempt to see if there's anything ailing the driver.
"That was indeed inspiring. I would like to go and thank her for the fine performance. Would you like to join me?" Leconair was indeed impressed by the performance. However, he couldn't shake the lingering feeling that some magic may be at play here, judging by the responses around him.
WILL save Edit: forgot to close the ooc tag...hmm, still can't seem to close it right. Oh well.
"We may have found a bit of luck ourselves. We'll see soon, I suppose." Leconair answered as he joined the group. "But, talk of work is so mundane. Tell me, how did you first find out you have the gifts for the arcane arts?" Leconair attempts to steer the conversation toward discussions of magic, hoping that talking about a personal passion (if he guessed correctly) may help him to relax and open up.
Interesting, Leconair thought to himself. Well, the best experiment is the experience itself, I suppose, he said to no one in particular. He takes a nice long drink from the container he brought with him. He also pours out his wineskin, and fills one for future study. Finally, he refills his container gathered from Leopold's, and returns to the Lucky Charm to share with any patrons who may have missed out on it.
Leconair, still a bit unsure, throws the weight of his knowledge behind studying this most interesting phenomenon. OOC (this will be interesting)
Spoiler: Know: Arcana Know: Geography Know: History Know: Local Know: Nature
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