I have this character waiting for a CC game.
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Maia Skips along streets humming a song from her childhood and taking in the sights and sounds. For once I'm not immediately cast out or treated poorly. You were right! Head up. She stops and sighs happily and speaks aloud. Val, Lets go play one of the games ok? Don't be such a downer! The raven on her shoulder lets out a caw as he places his head under his wing in an attempt to drown out the world. with a sigh and a shrug (that disturbed the raven on her shoulder) she runs off towards one of the game stands.
haha, no worries, It took me a bit to realize that as well XD that said, the only class that REALLY benefits from it is rogue. other class only get a couple extra skill points out of it.
no prob really, though, unchained skill are on the PFSRD as well, just listed under each skill individually, they also give access to "background skills" in addition to normal skills/level (IE, Know. history, sleight of hand, proffesions, etc)
I've decided I wont get to play her in CC, so I retooled the story a bit, and quite easily worked her into this one. Let me know if she is OK for this. Note, the stats in the side bars are wrong. It's just not letting me edit them from my phone... She is my run at a blaster wizard.I see you have the Outlander trait. Could you specify for me whether it is Outlander: Lore Seeker, Outlander: Exile, or Outlander: Missionary? I had asked for a campaign trait from the Rise of the Runelord's Anniversary Edition Player's Guide specifically, but I guess I shouldn't say no. Also, let me see if I have your backstory straight; you are an Emberkin Aasimar of elven ancestry, and unfortunately often mistaken for a tiefling, you were apprenticed to a wizard, and when a fire broke out in your city/town where you were studying, the citizens blamed you and ran you out of town. Your lover also was grievously wounded trying to protect you? Outlander, lore seeker. I can change it if necessary. In order of your questioning -
Ran out of sorts, more like, teleported.
Wild life eh? If it's a bit to outlandish/far fetched I have a fighter I could apply with.
Grown a bit attached to maia, never got to play her sadly, but I want to try out the blaster caster without the sorcerer dip shenanigans ha-ha.
I've decided I wont get to play her in CC, so I retooled the story a bit, and quite easily worked her into this one. Let me know if she is OK for this. Note, the stats in the side bars are wrong. It's just not letting me edit them from my phone... She is my run at a blaster wizard.
can do, one question though. Before I fully submit maia and begin working on gestalt with her, would you be open to this class?
Maia reporting for duty! (Pt buy isn't redone yet. ) and I haven't gestalted yet
GM, would you allow the 3pp curse of Branded? it fits very well with the background of Maia.
The NG one is feeling out of place.. however I have no idea what I want to gestlalt with atm...
I think I will go with maia, as she already has an alias and I have her more fleshed out (she has been in two "discussion taverns", the 2nd game died before we got through the first day :/) using stat array 1 I think. Maia: Secret- she doesn't know her fallen angelic heritage.
here is Mai, a wizard. She isn't gestlated or anything yet, I just wanted to put her up here with her background. or draken- let me know which one you feel fits better. Spoiler: Draken was born in a smallish town in a rural area. When he was born he looked human enough to pass and was accepted for over two years. Unfortunately, one day he was discovered drinking the blood of a slaughtered hog, and upon inspection of the local clergy, branded a Dhamphir. His mother was driven out of the town after refusing to abandon the “monster” child to death. In the wilds, not terribly far from town, his mother raised Draken as best she could. She managed to build a small, very small, cabin after months of work, learned to hunt, and managed to start a small farm behind her house. Draken grew up never knowing what he was, he never had other children to play with only his mother and he loved her dearly. Eventually he grew old enough to help around the house, and they lived poorly, but happily, for several years. Sadly, on his 14th birthday, he ventured too far out hunting and was seen by the member of the town. When he attempted to approach the woman screamed out, running back towards town, fascinated by a girl who appeared to be his own age, he followed her. Once he got to the town he was overwhelmed with the amount of people. He saw the girl again, she was speaking to a group of men in leather and chain, when she pointed back and turned she screamed again. Draken merely waved, smiling. Not understanding. However, after the men started shouting and firing arrows at him, he began to question. Why do they try to harm me? Have I done something wrong? when an arrow hit his arm, he questioned no longer; he turned and ran as hard as he could. He quickly outpaced the town guard, but unknowingly left a trail of blood straight to his home… Once home, he spoke to his mother about everything and her face darkened as she slumped her head, and shoulders. She spoke not a word as she tended his wound, but when she finished sat back and covered her face with her hands. She spoke then, she told the boy everything. She told him of his heritage, of his birth, the town running them off, thinking them both dead. The boy didn’t understand. He had never harmed anyone; he had never even drunk blood once he learned it was long. But they didn’t care, He couldn’t comprehend how people could so harshly and quickly judge someone because of their lineage, how even though he was one of the most honest children they would know, they condemned him to death merely because of his blood. It wasn’t more than a day that a mob found them. His mother begged and pleaded, she told them how innocent, how kind and loving the child was. Her pleas fell on deaf ears. For still protecting them, they labeled her a witch, and a vampire lover, even her once husband, shouted in fear. They rushed the house and tied her and Draken up, then dragged them outside. Outside stood a wooden alter to Desna, and firewood was being placed on it, but instead of the boy, who they gave to the local clergyman, they tied his mother up to it. They said, that she would be burned, and that in the fire her soul would be purged. Ravens and crows had gathered among the trees, awaiting the feast surely to come. As the men held Draken’s face, forcing him to watch, they lit a torch and moved to light the alter. Just then, a voice boomed out of the mobs noise.
CEASE THIS FOOLERY AT ONCE! YOU MAKE A FOOLISH MISTAKE! Everything grew very still and quite, as a man made his way through the crowd, he carried a backpack filled with books, and had a walking stick. With him was a lad with blade in hand, eyes darting all around the gathering. The man spoke again. This is naught but foolishness! You kill an innocent woman! This child has done less wrong than anyone of us! I have watched them, and spoken to the mother on several occasion. To kill these people would be murder! From the crowd, faceless voices shout. He is deaths spawn! What can he ever be but evil? and calls of He is a vampire too! BURN HIM! STAKE HIM! The professor appears to grow angry SILENCE NOW! Control your fears or they will control you! These two have been living here since you ran them out, and have done you NO HARM! Use your heads! Stop a moment and THINK! I beseech you, ask yourselves, what have they done to deserve this? As he speaks many torches are lowered, people begin to glance around, questioning there intents, the frenzy begins to die down... but then the clergyman speaks DEVIL, DEMON AND DEATH LOVER! MISGUIDER AND BEGUILER! Surely you are this foul beasts Father! he jerks up young Draken. YOU SEEK ONLY TO SAVE YOUR EVIL ILK! YOU PLAN TO TURN US ALL INTO YOUR SLAVES! The man rants longer, as he rants people begin to frown, and voices start to rise again. But then, as if an epiphany comes to him, the strange man speaks again. I AM PROF. LORRIMOR, The Leading expert on undead and seeker of evil. I work with many of the church to root out evil and plots before they happen, and you sir I find guilty! He pulls out a silver holy symbol of Iomeade, pressing towards the clergyman, suddenly the priest jerks away, hissing. The Prof presses on, and the man still flees. Suddenly a light as bright as day appears shining directly over the priest and he stumbles and falls, his wide brimmed hat flies from his head and soon the man begins smoldering. You are the vampire that taints this town, YOU infused that child with the blood of undeath, You would have them kill an innocent woman, would say that child escaped, and blame any deaths, feedings and the like on him. Well you shall torment this town NEVERMORE! Now, GO TO YOUR ENTERNAL DAMNATION! As it writhed in agony the vampire spit out a curse, and managed the sputterings of a spell, let you be cursed Lorrimar, let you and your family suffer for eternity! If I am to go to damnation, then I will see you in hell! Then suddenly, the gathering of ravens and crows took flight, and attacked Drakens mother, knocking the torchs from the mens hands and alighting the alter. They pecked eyes, and clawed ears, allowing the flame to grow and begin to burn the woman. Then they flew at the professor, only to implode upon coming near him. His hand outstretched and a field of light shining before it But the distraction caused the light to vanish, and the holy symbol to be turned away. The vampire morphed into green gas and escaped, leaving behind an echo of laughter as Draken watched In horror as his mother was burned alive, the flames too strong to be stopped. The screams where forever ingrained into his memory. The prof fell limply breathing a deep sigh, looked up and said see, I knew those scrolls and training would come in handy one day.... im just glad they worked.
Aw shoot. Val, for a bird, you are really slow you know that?? Maia, I don't think speed has anything to do nwith it...
Ohhhh I'm so excited val! Hurry up or we'll be late! Sigh... Maia calm down, you're glowing again...
here ya go, spoiloered it all.
I present you with Maia, since someone has already made an undead hunting inquisitor...
There's a feat you can take to ride mounts the same size category as you.
Maia is actually a very.. . fiery gal lol.
So like. Am I the only arcane submission as of yet 0.o lol.
Here is maia. Never played this one before. Also still tinkering on specifics.
"we are losing her!"
excuse you. caltrops slow people, not speed them up haha.
hmmm. As much as I looking in tombs, for much lost knowledge can be found from time to time. Me and Val have an appointment with a somewhat lecherous old man to find out more about this rhyeme and the 5 prisoners.
Maia will stay shut in her half of the room moping. But will be over it by morning.
hmmm. Not a whole lot about our situation. I kinda got a bit side tracked in the prisons history, I did manage to find out about the 5 prisoners that were transferred, though only about 2 in detail. I will be going back tomorrow to finish up, I think they have a blueprint of the place but I didn't manage to get it... Also something about that children's song strikes me as a tad... Morbid.. If any children are out she will attempt to speak to one.
Unfortunately her viel slips and the child sees the silverly marking on her face and flees. After that maia bows her heas and sniffs then runs off towards kendra's
Maia turns to Daniel curiously Val-
[B]hm? Well yes, but. We did get to use their records and I figure the best way to keep I'm his graces and keep the books open to me are to give him reasons to let me back in. His fantasies are his own. As an after thought. and should he try anything foolish, I've got you to protect me right? Though I believe I could handle one old man with wandering fingers She gives you a sheepish smile and pulls you on your way.
oh no. I don't particularly want to enter it. I was just interested in where exactly the horrible accident happened to the late prof. Also, I am somewhat interested in architecture and am intrigued by a building that could withstand so great a fire. Ah well. Its late. Best be on my way back to my lodging. Thanks again and I can come by tomorrow as well? Thanks! Maia happily skips out of the town hall with Daniel in tow.
AHHH, look val, I found it! Not sure how useful it is but.... at the mention of his name, the raven gives a caw and ruffles a bit on her shoulder.
maia asks the older man, giving him a quick wink.
maia jumps up and throws her arms around the mans neck. almost dangling though taking care not to injure the older man. oh thank you! I just wanted to ask, why do the children here sing such a morbid, if well written, Rhyme? also, could you perchance, point me to any records involving Harrowstone? I understand it seems to be a sore subject and I apologize for bringing it up, but I fear it is of great importance. she looks back and throws a quick wink and a smile at Daniel.
Maia will take note of the children, ahh, a childhood I could never have had... though.. why would anyone teach there children such an awful Rhyme? She takes note to repeat it to herself as she walks. Oh, thank you good sir, you won't be disappointed! I promise! also, I don't mean to impose you even more than I have good sir but... is it possible if I could ask you a question or two?
Maia will head out towards the town hall, upon reaching the building she will walk up to the first person she sees there that looks like an official and ask. Hey! Hey you! Hi! umm I was wondering if you have any books on this towns history. Er, more precisely books containing anything about Harrow-stone. She gives a playful smile at the end.
Maia's face blushes slightly, Wait, your telling me this town DOESN'T have a local or town library? Not even in the town hall!! oh maaaaan. she gives a slightly exasperated expression and closes her eyes as she thinks. She then lets out a slight agitated
well if that's the case I am going to go see If I can't dig up anything worthwhile on this Harrowstone. From people or from old books, I am sure there have to be some scrolls or books on it somewhere in town, I believe I will have to start at the town hall though. If nothing turns up I will ask permission for full use of the books here. she then turns towards Val.
Val lets out an exasperated sigh.
Maia almost shouts. NO, we don't know if those necromancers are still watching. We need to get as much info as possible.. Even if it means reading things we might shouldn't or asking things that upset some. She turns back from the door and looks around. I am going to the town hall to check for any record books or the like. then I will come back here. If I haven't found anything. Any objections?
Maia glances around the room You know I can take care of myself... But thank you, knowing someone is watching your back is always nice. Right val? she looks to bran. No offense big boy, but I feel you should go with Narah if Daniel is coming with me. The more we move as a large group the more attention we might draw, and this way we can get two things done this afternoon without risking to much. Mr. Angel here can stay and guard the house! she looks around, quite pleased with her logical strategy. Val just ruffles his feathers a bit and shakes his head.
As she ponders on her past studies her face runs pale. oh... oh my, I fear we could be in great danger. I have read of this organization, it is a long existing, and powerful order created long long ago, even before my grandfather had passed away. It is an organization of necromancers, if that wasn't apparent, but this is the same group that Tar-Baphon, or the Whispering Tyrant, a great powerful, evil lich. I doubt that we drew to much of their gaze, or even the professor, but I fear what the late professor may have drawn. after a bit she manages a smile and looks around No need to worry though! I am sure I can handle a silly old necromancer or two! She pumps her fist to emphasize her point. mmmm I also agree, perhaps we still have time? Though I believe it would be prudent to leave someone here to guard the house. I myself will go to search the library here to see If I may dig up anything else!
[Ooc] sorry finals week and all [ooc]
Is better to be safe than sorry ken, do you mind if I call you Ken? or keny? or kena? She says lightheartedly as she can to kendra and then turns towards Narah. I will be reading over this soon, I will let you know anything I find.
I am sure we can make a makeshift divider, with kendras permission of course Maia turns to Bran, I don't mean to offend, but you are a mighty big man, I think it may be best for you to have your own room my friend! She then starts off but stops and turns back to kendra. is there anything else we need to know? Or something I could do for you?
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