Keep in mind, the backstory currently in the profile is just there because I havnt edited the previous one out.
Bard is currently my go to, though I am eying Shaman.
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While Paladins CAN heal, to me they always seemed more about healing themselves in combat to stay in the fight, rather than about healing allies (Though they can). Im curious though, what makes a paladin a healer at level 2? I was planning on mostly healing with Revelations (Life link, Channel etc.) and using my spells for support. Like you said about bard, id almost rather make Lionel into that than change Mystery, mostly because I have no clue what I would pick in its place. Ill think it over a bit, but do give suggestion and/or opinions if you have them.
Well, different strokes for different folks I suppose. And different brands of smacking. Lionel brings four things. 1: Healing energies to soothe the pains of the innocent and heroic alike. 2: A few of those nifty spell things. 3: Buttery smooth persuasion skills. 4: Wicked flute solos like youve never heard before!
Perish the thought good sire!! We need you to smack things!
Ok, heres my oracle, a free spirited Aasimar of elven descent. Will be a carefree wanderer seeking the betterment of others. Thats all I got right now.
I know its probably a fair bit of work, but any chance of an updated applications list?
Thats a Tengu? Looks more like a human male wearing a costume at a ball lol ;)
Heres Lionel for consideration. Was in another Serpents Skull but the DM had commitements that warranted letting the game go. I dont think I really got to see any major plot points, since we only managed 3-4 days of random encounters. He will be a monk / fighter hybrid using the Feral Combat feat. Basically he will be all about two very powerful attacks in his claws, and being hard to put down. The character is currently not adjusted for this game, but he will start as a fighter and pick up monk right away. Let me know if you absolutely need a revised version for consideration, but for now I hope his current state gives you an idea of what hes about. Also @wolfman, you dont really need to buy an extra pair of legs for your spider. It can even start with 8 legs even though its only a quadroped by the rules. 4 of the legs just wont do anything from a mechanics perspective.
Feel free, Im not about to rush out and look for a new game, so might as well try.
I thought I smelled something fishy when Dungeon World was mentioned. Hai Morgan /waves. Im enjoying what ive played so far, so im onboard if others are. As to the games rules Sil, its very light. Ive only skimmed it for the other game and so far I havnt run into any trouble at all.
I have no trouble with hiatus, nor the change in how you handle exploration. I dont personally care how my GM handles encounters and travel, as long as roleplay and eventual combat flow. I do request that you let any eventual hiatus end be handled through PM, as id prefer not looking in every now and then to check (mostly because I would check every day and I really dont need the mental "stress" of disappointment) Cheers on the work and hope to get back into it soon.
Yeah, other game isnt getting anything either. In the time honored tradition of the ages, this game is probably dead :/ Over the last 2-3 months ive lost 3 GMs. Its kinda disheartening.
"Eh, I'm not much for readin' and I like to get my exercise in other ways." Lionel grunted at the news of their camp mates offers. "I'm sure its all lovely, just aint for me." He added flatly, not sounding as apologetic as the words may have been meant to be. After eating his morning meal and loitering around the camp for a bit, he clapped his hands together and rubbed them. "Well, seein' as Ive been vetoed on the decision makin' lets get this treasure hunt over with so we can get to whats important."
Mecha, sssh, spoiler alert!
"Im all for some booty..." Lionel said hesitantly with furrowed brow. "But I dont like puttin' off findin' out who we are sharin' the island with to go look for treasure which is worthless to us atleast for now." He shrugged. "Not like the treasure wont be there later."
Lionel is wearing his Chainshirt still. Its only 1 more AC and -2 check penalty over his unarmored AC, so he might be pursuaded to part with it if asked real nice like ;) Its also funny how Lionel just got some actual options to his attacks. Two 1d4 + 4 claws, or one 1d6 + 6 unarmed strike. I personally intend to have every one of those unarmed attacks be a thunderous headbutt.
Yay level! Any suggestions on spells that would be useful? Enlarge Person, Infernal Healing Comprehend Languages and Vanish are all good ones.
Lionel takes a level of Monk (Master of Many Styles, Monk of the Sacred Mountain) HP: +6 (5 + 1 con)
Should be everything I think.
Lionel nodded at Ishirou, though a smile wasnt forthcoming just yet. "Yeah, been a rough couple of days. Nothin' too life threatenin', but seems we arent alone on the island. Dont know if thats good or bad yet." Walking to his sleeping area, Lionel quickly drifted into sleep.
"I tells ya, aint nothin' like a good bite o' crab! Back in The Shackles, we used to fill barrels with em, get some good eatin' the first week at sea!" Lionel said excitedly as he dug meat out of the crab in a much too messy fashion. He continued to talk about crab as he went, taste, preparation, seasoning. Before long he held an armful of poorly extracted meat in his arms, the crabs clawed arms tugged under his. "Lets get back right quick, these things tend to spoil quickly."
Trundling forward with Sticky, but somehow still managing to catch the crab by surprise, Lionel rolled his arms in their sockets and advanced on the hapless crustacean. "ol' Stickys got the right of it, may as well rid ourselves of a future trouble...That and crab is delicious!"
"So, about this, what was it? Yellow musk thing?" Lionel said, crouched at its side and picking at its remains with a claw. "I aint no expert on magic an' what not, but aint these things supposed to have some evil necromancer behind em?" He rubbed a bit of the remains between his fingers, sniffing at it inquisitively. "So do we have another problem on our hands then?" He looked at Sil.
"Move yer keester short stuff!" Lionel bellowed, digging his heels into the dirt and readying himself to launch forward once Gathien complied. As the opening appeared, he hurtled forward, bringing down his claw in a wide arch.
However on final approach, he slipped in a rain slick patch of mud, barely managing to keep on his feet as his attack practically turned into a hug. Leaning on the putrid thing for a moment, he sprang back out of its rotten embrace "Awh Hells!" He sneered.
Lionel grunted at the halfling, then exhaled through his nose, sending drops of rainwater flying. Crossing his arms, he stopped, letting Gathien move ahead of him and take over.
"Right..." Lionel said with a sideways glance, then suddenly strode forward, hailing the stranger. "Ho there traveller, are you stranded as we are?"
"Waddaya reckon this fresh hell is then?" Lionel mumbled to noone in particular. "Then again, its just the one, maybe he knows somethin'. Maybe one of you diplomatic pretty people wanna take the lead on this one? I mean I can go introduce meself if needs be, but somehow I think that wouldnt go down too well."
"Aye, that works." Lionel agreed. "Maybe we get lucky and run into another snake. Good eats that is."
"Eh, all the sprung traps pretty much already did that." Lionel said with a shrug. "Id still like to keep going a bit. If we hit another fork in the road, then turn back?"
"Mighty fine work Sil, mighty fine." Lionel said, rubbing at the patch of freshly healed skin. "Coulda used someone like you on the ships, oh yes."
I suspect thats an error. Looks like it should be +8 although with his trait he would be at +9 in forested terrain. Still, with Lionel taking 10 on an assist, he would still be able to do 21.
"Wow, whoever set these beauties know what they are doin'. Gorums hairless backside that smarts!" Lionel said as he picked himself off Stickys prone form beneath him Dusting himself off he looked to Sil. "Dont suppose you got anythin' to patch this up do ya?" As they stopped once more to rest, Lionel peered up at the sun with a scowl. "I reckon we be needin' to consider goin' back after all. Suppose we go a bit further, and if we hit another fork in the road without runnin' into anyone, we head back?"
I wouldnt mind terribly :)
Lionel looked up from the trail, a broad grin on his face. "Desna be smilin' on us! The tracks are here." He rose, striking a rather triumphant pose for a moment before turning down the southern path. "Aah, good old Crown, never fails..." He let out a laugh. "Well, it fails about half the time, but not when it matters!"
"Hmmm, better throw it, aint exactly a ten foot pole this one." Lionel muttered, before unceremoniously tossing it at the tripwire.
Lionel grunted at Gathien and nodded. "Thats an idea. We could just set it off from a distance though I wager. A long stick or one o' them fancy cantrips you spellslingers got." Acting on his own idea, he proceeded to look around for a long sturdy branch to use as a trap trigger.
"Crown!" Lionel barked out almost instinctively, following the coin with almost hungry eyes.
"Well this be strange." Lionel muttered. "Looks like the tracks stop here. Almost as if the person flew off." He scratched his head, looking very confused.
Lionel growled and shook his head. "And what happens when they find two empty traps? Aint exactly like animals to break out of these things. Maybe once in a blue moon, but twice in the same day?" He shrugged. "We could send ol' sticky back with a note maybe? But I think we need to see this through."
"Didnt I tell ya?" Lionel said with a smug smile, severing the ropes with his claws. "Aint nothin' to it, just gotta have some heft to ya is all." He held Sil by the shoulders and lifted him an inch or two above the ground before setting the elf down again. "Then again, you elves aint exactly famous for your mass now are ya?" He chuckled loudly before turning to the tracks. "Hmmm, lets see..."
He remained silent for a full minute before getting up from his crouch, dusting his pants off. "Pretty sure the tracks continue west from here."
Lionel chucked without any attempt to restrain himself. "That was a right riot it was Sil me mate." He finished chuckling, wiping a non-existent tear from his eye. "Would have been worth a proper laugh if it wasnt such a bad sign." He suddenly looked very serious. Walking to the front, he started to follow the tracks. "Hows about I take the next one then eeh?"
Lionel looked down the road in both directions, arms crossed and a grouchy look on his face. "Many people walkin' here you say? And barefoot. Could be tribesmen of a sort. This could be very good or very very bad." He rubbed his chin and looked both ways again. "If we follow the tracks, stickin' in the brush would likely be a good idea."
Soooo, looks like our game has been moved to "Previous Campaigns" on Mechas profile page. Is this a subtle hint?
Happens all the time. I usually dont get worried until the week mark.
Lionel stroked his chin thoughtfully, looking his usual stoic self. "I reckon he wont be comin' back. I aint got any book smarts, but all the tales says when a ghost gets what it wants, it be leavin' for good." He shrugged and returned to his post. "Either way, the way he was yellin' I reckon we will know soon enough. No use loosin' sleep over it."
"Is bad luck it is, an ill omen, and yer talkin' to it like that?" Lionel hissed at Kayle through clenched teeth, still stood far away on the other side of the clearing.
"Why the bloody Hells would I have it?!" Lionel yelled back, sounding halfway between rage and panic, even as he patted himself down as if he wasnt sure he didnt have it.
"By all the briny sprays!!" Lionel roared, leaping out of his half asleep stupor and moving several feet away from the fire. That was all he said, consumed by an uncharacteristic awestruck fear of the apparition before him.
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