You'll have my passive acceptance of whatever ends up happening. Gaming's not important enough to fight over.
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Do what you gotta do. I also hope not to have aggravated things. Sorry if I did. See you soon, hopefully.
Our Perception and Initiative modifiers should be in our profiles. I think things would move faster if Fate just took those modifiers and rolled for us when necessary. Would everyone else be okay with this?
Oh by all means please do, I totally dont mind, we are the locals it appears to be :) As am I, though I prefer to think of myself as a Mieranian at heart (despite never having been there). Cade and Quib-Quib are from Varisia, if not from Sandpoint itself. Maia is foreign.
They're interesting enough. Someone even played them (and another funded some kids). Maybe try to work in some carnival barking next time, but it's not strictly necessary. I'd interact more with your set pieces, but I kinda wrote myself into a corner. I more or less have to stay where I am until Rynshinn comes back or something urgent forces me somewhere else.
Rynshinn was getting complacent. She'd left Melyanna alone to manage the stall for Vernah's Fine Clothing hours ago, and Melyanna had made the most of the opportunity. As customers rifled through the suits, gowns, capes, and other couture on offer, her creations managed to find their way to the front of the racks. And they were selling! If enough word got around, Melyanna could look forward to requests, commissions, maybe even her own boutique someday. For now, though, there was haggling to be done. "I'm afraid I can't part with this for less than—" Out of the corner of her eye, Melyanna spotted Mayor Deverin mounting the stage in front of the new Cathedral. She had to close before she started talking! "Oh, very well. Twenty-eight gold pieces it is. Just for you." The young man—one of the Scarnetti boys, she could never keep them straight—counted out the payment and shrugged on his new jacket. It suited him perfectly, of course; Melyanna thought the brass buttons set with garnet went particularly well with his ruddy skin. She didn't get to admire the effect for long, though. As she'd predicted, he turned around to listen to Mayor Deverin as she began to speak. "Now, really!" Melyanna crossed her arms and huffed affectedly at the Mayor's joke about Larz. "What's the matter?" Vanimë came pelting out of the crowd, a puffy white Katapeshi cat clutched in her arms, clearly unhappy. "Larz is a friend, and a supplier!" "Oh, come on, he's always in his shop. Works all through the night, sometimes." "So do I." Vanimë reached up and tweaked Melyanna's nose mischievously. The cat took the opportunity to jump out of her arms and hide behind Melyanna's ankles. "Well, he smells funny." Melyanna finally chuckled. "Oh, I suppose." She reached down to pet her cat. She relaxed visibly at Melyanna's touch, though not enough to purr. Melyanna, meanwhile, noticed the crowd quieting down around her. Sheriff Hemlock was at the podium now; he must have asked for a moment of silence. "What were you doing with Ancalë anyway? You know she doesn't like to be carried," she whispered. Vanimë's whisper was hotter, more defensive. "She kept trying to get at the buffet. And Miss Povalli said she's been stealing her salmon all morning!" Melyanna scratched under the cat's chin approvingly, and smiled wickedly, but said nothing. Vanimë didn't notice. Sheriff Hemlock had yielded the stage to Cydrak Drokkus, and the young half-elf was looking up at him with stars in her eyes. She squealed with excitement when he mentioned his new play. "I keep telling you, audition," said Melyanna. "You'd do wonderfully, with that voice of yours." She couldn't help but think that designing costumes for the theater would be a huge opportunity. "But The Harpy's Curse doesn't even have any kid parts!" "Excuses! Put yourself out there. Everyone will adore you, I promise." Vanimë chewed her lip. Melyanna knew her sister struggled with stage fright, but the only way to get over that was, as she had said, to admit it and take the plunge anyway. "Maybe next time." Melyanna took her sister's hand. "Tell you what. Next time Cydrak holds an audition, I'll take you, and buy you a stawberry ice afterwords. Won't that be fun?" She felt the little squeeze of her hand that substituted for a hug in public. "Okay. Deal." Together, they took in Father Zantus's peroration, and the remarkable edifice of the Cathedral behind him. What a remarkable day to be alive, and in Sandpoint.
It seems the gameplay thread has been posted. See you all on the other side.
Sorry, I have to withdraw. Have fun! Well, if that isn't a darned shame. Fair travels, darling!
All? But there are only two! Including yours, there are as many dwarf submissions. Though I must say, it is good to see another who has left his chains behind.
I modified my background vignette the teensiest bit to make my family and living situations clearer. The relevant changes are to the paragraph beginning "'That's right, Vanimë." Fate, please tell me if there's anything else you need to know.
Break a leg, dear. In the meantime, the table will need updating:
It appears that several players that have expressed interest have not yet submitted a character. If any of you are still browsing this thread, there is yet time to throw something into the hat for consideration. A richer pot luck benefits everybody. Oh, one more thing, Fate. I know the chance of you seeing this and responding is small, given your business tomorrow, but Gars's questions regarding appropriate character ages and the background skills system from Pathfinder Unchained have gone unaddressed. Background skills in particular are relevant to my interests, as a seamstress and aspiring tailor and jeweler.
a goblin a kobold and 3 elves walk into a bar.....3 elves walk out leaving 2 pincushions :p How horrid. The best pincushions are of velvet and buckwheat shells, dear, believe me. If needed I did have a melee shield tank version of corroborate built. I will gladly switch over if it helps. (I just have three melee tank fellows in games already thought to switch it up but it's no big deal.) What has your autocorrect done to you? Oh, such a cruel fate it is, to be betrayed so.
Background's complete. It contains a brief physical description, and should give insight into Melyanna's personality, but I can expand didactically on both if you think it's necessary, Fate.
"Oh, but Azule, darling, I am alas a rogue anticipating levels in sorcerer and, eventually, arcane trickster! Whatever shall we do?"
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