Others have said my thoughts better already, so I'll simply say if you make a Numeria product I will buy the heck out of it. Also, an AP that tours the Broken Lands would be wild! That one's probably a bigger ask, though. The unusual blend of themes would make it pretty niche. But *I* would play it.You might wanna check out book 2 of Gatewalkers. It's kind of a "tour" of the Broken Lands, in that it spends time in 3 of the nations there. Looks like I'll be playing in that soon, so I'm excited to explore the region! But anyhoo. Numeria. Yes.
Howdy y'all! N'wah/Ashton Sperry here, with an important post. As it is often wont to do, Numeria came up during at least one of the panels today, and while it was confirmed Numeria's not on the immediate radar, there's no reason not to build up some hype and appreciation for a possible time when it is- after all, stranger things have happened! Numeria's a special place- to me personally, as I've always loved that sweet swirl of fantasy and sci-fi that makes it so delicious- but it's also special in that covering Numeria fully would be the kind of affair that potentially affects all the product lines. Tech rules in the rulebooks; the nation, either as part of a Broken Lands book or one by its lonesome, in the Lost Omens line; and likely one or several adventures in the modules and/or AP lines. That certainly makes it an investment, in time, money, and annual shelf space! That's why I wanted to start this thread: to show that there's loads of folks interested and eager to get back to that fantastical place. And not just as customers, but as freelancers, as well! I know I'm not alone in being someone whose go names in Paizo books and is downright eager to further flesh out the developments that have occurred in the intervening years, and I encourage my fellow freelancers who are so inclined to voice their interest as well. So if you're one of the many folks for whom Numeria sings its siren song, let your voice be heard!
If it gives you any insight, this song was my go-to when writing for Kevoth-Kul! <3
It reminded me to peek back at the Knights of Lastwall book, and I caught something there that I'd missed before - namely, that the Knights are trying to get Kevoth-Kul to share sovereign steel with neighboring Mendev and Sarkoris Scar. Success there furthers my idea upthread of the immortal Kellid king being an appearing leader to some Sarkorians, assuming he ever does decide to lend aid. Glad you caught that li'l tidbit! <3
Iskra knew the question was coming, had prepared a dozen great answers. Then she dipped into those damned undiluted spirits Impulse kept in those jugs, and Kala Dja was being friendly-flirty, and her mind goes blank for a while. "Iskra..." she covers a hiccup with a cough and a clenched fist over her mouth. "Iskra of the Oski, of Musk Ox House!" Much clearer, this time. "And my hope is simple- in these days I've made some good friends with my fellow scouts, and I hope that we remain good friends until the end of our days." She looks at each in turn: Kala Dja, self-proclaimed Kellid princess; Impulse, genius at stone and steel; Eirthgim and Agn, old and wise caller and spirit; Grymgold, hearth-tender and wound-sealer- even Pakano, the brat with promise. Feeling bolder- flushed- she shouts out, "And that long after our bones are reclaimed by the hills, the Broken Tusks will live on, and know our deeds, and sing our songs!" She raises her arms in a double fist-pump- her new tattoo sings a stinging song, but she loves it all the same- before plopping to the ground, exuberant, almost giggling.
Iskra's silent for a long time- the look on her face is a mixture of consternation and confusion as she wrestles with this revelation. Finally, she speaks. "Generations ago when the demons came, the Broken Tusks took in the Oski. If my ancestors encountered the Burning Mammoths, they clearly didn't decide to invite us in with open arms then- give us weapons and skills and teach us to fight back. They may have even fought with us- we faced many hardships along the way before finding our new hearthfire." Her face becomes set hard, jaw clenching. "If after all this ime they seek some sort of connection, so be it, but I don't think they come peacefully. And I'll stand with all my kin-" she looks meaningfully to everyone present, "-in defending the Primordial Flame and the entire holding." She sits in the silence to follow for a time, her face softens, her hands and jaw unclench. "What's a 'Primordial Flame?'" she asks quizzically.
"Princess, if I have my say, you get the biggest helping. I mighta killed it, but ah..." she looks down at her ravaged arms holding the skull. "If I had your smarts, I woulda used something with a bit more distance and not thrown my hands into a walking thicket of knives." She grips Kala Dja's forearm, then winces at the ill-timed gesture as a few of the new wounds reopen. Her eyes, though, are full of sincerity as she says, "You lead from the front, and you lead smart. What'd my mom say once? 'Passion and compassion,' somethin' like that. I swear you'll be leadin' this holding before you know it." She turns to Grymgold. "I'll gladly take some bandaging up. Damn but those quills sting! Kala Dja, Impulse, you want first dibs? I can sit for a bit with Tomi if you need tending." Tomi warks in possible agreement, or probable hunger.
Iskra seems similarly jubilant at a chance to blow off some steam on a problem best solved with the simplicity of violence. "Hey look, something even pricklier than Pakano!" she shouts before spurring Tomi into action. The pair charge forward, Iskra with lance and main gauche out and ready. Tomi lets fly a terrible "WAAARK!" as they advance on the spiny critter.
Iskra's lance and blade lunge forth, striking beyond the thicket of spines to find tender meat underneath. Tomi's caterwauling has its intended effect on the porcupine, leaving the critter caught off-guard.
Iskra's deft reflexes save her from the worst the porcupine's spines have to offer.
"Yeowtch!" Iskra sucks wind through her teeth, looking at her bloodied knuckles. A couple harsh, unpleasant-sounding Abyssal words tumble out of her mouth.
"Seems a bit much to use thorn snares for hunting, yeah? What, couldn't stalk and take down a tapir like a real hunter?" Iskra whistles and mounts Tomi in one fluid motion, weapons out as the pair rush towards their foes. Lance and blade flash in tandem before her. "Worry not, today you eat the Sarkoris Special!"
The strike is off target, thrusting past the hunter's face as they dodge reflexively. Iskra spits and girds herself for the counter-offensive.
"Oh, shove it, Pakano, and grow up," Iskra snorts. "You just got punked by someone half your age." She turns to the rest of the group. "Imek's the only one outside of mom and me who Tomi likes. Kid's a natural talent when it comes to animals. Ain't that right, scamp?" And with that she offers Imek a fist bump. Tomi, for her part, lets out a burbling warble at seeing the young animal handler and nudges the child's shoulder affectionately with her beak.
"Guess I thought too soon about all this peace and tranquility," Iskra thinks to herself. Still crouching near the reeds, she is about to chastise Kala Dja and Pakano for acting so childishly- and more important, loudly- but watching Pakano's humiliating defeat replaces her words with a barely stifled giggle. Then Impulse gets their turn in, and Iskra gives in to the laughter. "Okay, okay, I think we've made our point, yeah?" She says. "Pakano, keep your Spear of Shame- let it be a reminder that a little humility might spare you greater humiliation." She straightens up. "Still. Who leaves such a fine spear unattended? The owner has to be nearby, and I doubt they'll be happy about their loss." Iskra quietly draws her other main gauche and begins searching for signs of where the now-spearless mystery person might have gone.
Iskra's enjoying the morning; the exercise, the hard-edged natural beauty of the Realm, even her compatriots' back-and-forth sassery feels... right. "As it is, as it should be," she thinks, taking a deep lungful of crisp air, slightly muggy air of the river. The snowpack melts, the river swells, the land brings forth its bounty. "I hope to enjoy this feeling for many springs to come." Then she halts, eyes drawn to the spear sticking out of the reeds. "Everyone, hush," she hisses, instinctively dropping to a crouch and drawing a main gauche. Walking cautiously, she approaches to investigate.
Creeping forward towards the reeds, Iskra begins looking around at where the spear juts out.
"Don't speak for me, Pakano- a couple maple meads after a hearty dinner won't slow me down a bit," Iskra says, sliding her pack off her broad back. She straps her usual kit to Tomi's saddle with her rope and shoulders a basket. "This'll be a nice workout, yeah? Good strength training," she says, flexing to ensure free movement with the basket in place. She seems genuinely excited to haul the soon-to-be-heavy container, by now a likely unsurprising response from the young hunter. Tomi warks amiably and trots along beside her.
Iskra sits on the ground, attempting patience in being tended to. "Just some scratches, nothing to get excited about," she wants to say- but what does playing tough matter in these circumstances? She's seen the rest of her fellow scouts. They're all tough. We're all tough. And if the worst today brings to bear are some sneaky birds and their dirty tricks, she should really count herself lucky. If worse comes to bear? Best be prepared for it, then. She looks up towards Eirthgim- even bent nearly double, the old one still seems eerily tall- and smiles. "It looks worse than it feels, I promise. Thank you, grandparent-not-by-blood." It's an old term- kthallgr, in the Sarkoris Hallit that still peppers her speech, generations apart from that land- but a highly respectful one, one she's called Eirthgim since she was young and they... well, less old. "When you're done tending to me, if you'd leave some of your kit, I can tend to Tomi. She can be a bit feisty, you know. Best I handle her." She glances over to the others. "I'll admit, Pakano, I acted rashly. And you can see the results of it plain as day on my face. We're all of us not immune to getting a bad idea stuck in our heads, yeah? But listen to Eirthgim; their words are wise. We help each other. That's how we get by."
Iskra is pissed. "Who would- why w- GRAAAH!" she sputters and kicks an errant rock, sending it flying. Seeing Impulse set off, she mounts up on Tomi to follow along, lance at a low ready. "Whoever did this is in for a world of hurt." Upon reaching Impulse, Iskra gives the large boulder the size of a small boulder a thorough inspection...
Thank you so much! I try not to typecast myself, but Numeria is absolutely one of my favorite parts of the setting, and when the outline mentioned a Numerian skymetal merchant I pounced on it fast as I could. Writing Tesyovensku was also an opportunity for me to make a fellow nonbinary character, which was really enjoyable for me. I'm so glad you like them!
Howdy, all! About a decade ago I whipped up a printable Kingmaker charter that proved pretty popular, and with the upcoming updated release I thought I'd make a new version for folks to enjoy. You can find the printable 3-page PDF on my DeviantART here. Each page is a separate version of the charter, a "standard edition" with clean edges, a version with torn edges, and a version without a background for folks looking to save ink and/or print on vellum-colored paper or the like. Hope you enjoy it! In addition, I might give making some other handouts another go, and also wanted to encourage other folks who want to make or have already made Kingmaker freebie extras to share them here!
This kerfuffle reminds me of a lawyer friend talking about reading old case law in school, in particular a case called "Trover to wit two horses," and how, apparently, in older legal documents (at least in my state), they didn't bother with such formalities as punctuation. The text just goes and goes. So I suppose we can thank Ron for at least using modern legalese, which is at least as legible as the End User License Agreements few of us bother to read.
Not to mention GMs who want to run a long campaign using one or some of these folks without an AP. If the NPCs are locked in a specific "canon" stat block, it can seem like a limitation on the options a GM might have to use them as they see fit.
You can thank Mikhail Rekun for that line, CorvusMask. :D
I'm debating whether to pick this up from my FLGS or just the pdf. I'm reading that the art is amazing, so it's pushing me more towards physical. I'm a sucker for fantasy art and PF2e has been on point so far. Much as I'd like to be like, "oh, buy both!" I certainly understand limited funds to put into stuff like this. I'd probably recommend the hardcover. This is a book you'll want to return to time and time again- or at least I hope!- and having that book on your shelf makes accessing that sense of physicality, of flipping through the pages and enjoying the art and words, very doable.
Two days to go! I so want people to see this beautiful book! Beautiful is indeed the word for it! Not only is the writing excellent, but there's tons of art- many of which make for great handouts/images to show players. The whole team really pulled out all the stops with this one.
Do we know, if or when these options will be PFS legal? I don't think there's been any word either way, but if I had to guess, due to the nature of the rules stuff being Uncommon/Rare/Unique and focused on being learned/acquired from the specific individuals in question, they'd make for great Chronicle Sheet rewards. But that's just me taking a stab in the dark.
Well, you can always go to Bosco.
Dunno if I can pull out five, but I'll give it a shot. #1: Elder Mythos Scholar (Wizard)
#2: Chosen One (Paladin)
#3: Tinker (Alchemist)
#4: Archivist (Bard)
#5: Evangelist (Cleric)
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