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The Morphling's Rise of the Runelords - Recruitment

Good luck, everyone!
The Morphling's Rise of the Runelords - Recruitment

Character Sheet is finished.
The Morphling's Rise of the Runelords - Recruitment

I know I'm late to the game, but I would like to enter as well.

I am an Aasimar that was raised in Magnimar. As a child, I was given to Sarenrae, the Lady of Fire, as my ancestry was traced to one of her angels. Despite my noble birth, no special treatment was given to me, even though serving her was in my blood and as easy as listening to my parents. As I grew older, the usual beauty of the Aasimar found me and I grew quite attractive and my silver tongue could settle confrontations without my scimitar ever leaving its sheath. My purpose in coming to Sandpoint is two-fold. On the one hand, I am to witness the consecration of the new church in honor of the Sarenrae's Temple. On the other, word has reached me that my "sister" Nualia did not die in fire. She lives and has fallen very, very far. I want to find her and bring her back to the light.

I'll have a full character sheet up soon.
DM Duboris's Mercenary Guild! Homebrew AP! Beta Test!

Whoops. My goals and backstory accidentally got stuck under the Un-crossable Moral Line spoiler. Sorry about that. I can post it again if you like.
DM Duboris's Mercenary Guild! Homebrew AP! Beta Test!

Final Touches

Personality:

Aaron is your typical monk seeking enlightenment. He is quiet, reserved, and kind. Though he does not refrain from wealth like his master, he also does not refuse charity. He is not religious. He believes the Gods of Golarion will give him his appropriate place in the afterlife. Although he is reserved, he is not shy. Get in his way and he will become rather forceful.

Greatest Fear:

Aaron fears failure. It was this fear of failing at the magical tasks that drove him to steal the scroll that led to his apprenticeship as a magician.

Uncrossable Moral Line:

Aaron will not kill unnecessarily.

[spoiler=Goals and Motivation]
Aaron is rather conflicted about what to do with his life after the ending of his apprenticeship and expulsion from the monk order. He figures the mercenary guild will provide some income while he figures out what to do.

[spoiler=Backstory]
"Hyah!" The shout sounded from all the young students of the Terrace Monastery at once. Their feet shuffled forward. Their arms and wrists drove the tips of the oak staves into the sides of the dummies before them. Then, they stepped back to their original stance, legs bent and apart, waist down, staff at the ready. Master Frue paced behind his pupils, watching their every move. If he saw even a single mistake in their movement or how they stood, he would attack the weak spot.
"Discipline is painful," he would say, "but mistakes are deadly." Master Frue was the head of the Terrace Monastery, and he kept a tight and plain shift. While the other monk orders kept devotion to a deity above other things. Master Frue taught enlightenment in oneself. Through physical and mental discipline, one could become as ordered as the very law and as kind as a gentle breeze. He kept no more than a dozen students at a time and would expel any who did not meet his expectations.
Aaron Techys was one of the students who tried to follow his master's teachings to the letter. He had been striking away at the dummy when one of the older students signaled from his post at the front gate. Well, the opening anyway. Master Frue did not believe in sealing away his students. The old monk called an early end to the lesson and had the children mediate in the garden. As the class turned to leave, Aaron caught a glimpse of a robed woman holding her side and being helped along by the watchman on duty.
"Mmm," Aaron mentally moaned later that night. The smell of roasted meat and vegetables as well as Master Frue's signature garlic bread. "He must be trying to impress the visitor," he thought. Sure enough, the master and guest were talking like old friends.
"I would like to introduce you to my old student, Ester," their teacher said. Ester smiled shly and greeted the young ones. "She has had a long and arduous journey to find a student of her own." He went on to explain that she had joined up with a mage guild after leaving the monastery when she found a latent magical talent. Now, she is looking to teach someone her ways.
The tests Ester put the young monks through were strange, and Aaron couldn't grasp the explanations behind what she was asking. After a particularly frustrating day of trying to make water appear in a jug, Aaron slumped in frustration while Ester went off to talk with the Master Frue. He watched her walk off and saw that she had left some scrolls. Making sure no one was watching, he took one and headed back to his small room.
The scroll was just what he needed. The writing and diagrams contained within were just what he needed to grasp the art of casting. He spent the rest of the day practicing and reading the script over and over again. Before he realized it, dinner had passed. A knock at the door interrupted his study. "Coming!" he said in reply. Without thinking, he hid the scroll beneath his thin bedroll.
Gulping, he opened the door to find Master Frue and Ester at his door. "Yes?" he said, meekly.
"One of my scrolls has gone missing," Ester said in a gentle voice. "Can I have it back?"
"Uhh...I don't know what your talking about." He said. "Ahh!" He cried out as Master Frue grabbed his ear and pulled him out of his room. Ester strode in and reached directly to the spot the scroll was hidden. "I was just using it to learn...," he tried to defend himself.
"You have disgraced my teachings," the master said angrily.
"Did you understand it?" Ester asked nonchalantly.
"W-What?" Aaron stuttered in shock at her calm demeanor.
"Did you understand it?"
"Yes. I mean, I think so. I haven't actually gotten anything to happen yet."
Ester smiled again. "I found my apprentice, Master Frue."
Seven years later, Ester and Aaron were told to wipe out a scourge of ghouls inside an abandoned house. The task went rather well, Aaron was knocking the undead around. Cracking bones with the head off his staff and cooking their insides with a touch. Despite leaving the monastery, he had kept up with practicing his staff techniques. Ester had even given him some pointers. By holding the pole in the middle, he could stab out like a blade and keep his other hand free for casting the spells his new mentor taught him.
After dispatching the ghouls, the two confronted their leader, a wraith by the name of Liliana. More deadly than anything the two had encountered before, they used magic to keep the creature at a distance. Still, it exhausted them with the negative energy from its body. It took a combined burst of fire from each of them to return the unrested spirit to death.
Later around the campfire, Ester gave him a piece of parchment, a letter. "I finished your recommendation. What are you going to do with it?"
"I was going to return to the monastery and teach alongside Master Frue, but he's still denying me as his pupil. I guess I can't blame him. I'll probably join up with that mercenary guild we met up with."
"You sure?" she said. "Adventuring is a hard life."
"It worked out for you."
"When do you leave?"
"We'll be splitting ways the next time we reach a town."

Letter:

Aaron Techys is the kind of honorable man that would be an asset to any organized team. He works very well when he has another warrior to assist him in the front lines. He also has some skill with magic to augment his fighting prowess in a pinch.

His specialty is the quarterstaff and the ability to trip up many opponents at once, making them easy prey for the rest of your group. He can also protect himself well in combat, so you don't need to worry about hiding him behind a meat shield.
DM Duboris's Mercenary Guild! Homebrew AP! Beta Test!

I've decided to change my concept. While looking through some staff weapon feats, I found that a Magus could work for my character. He'll still be a monk in the traditional sense. Isolated, peaceful, disciplined. He took up the staff as his weapon because it is the traditional weapon of his people. He learned magic from studying the tomes kept by the monastery.

The crunch is attached to this alias. The full backstory is still in the workds.
Addams Family GM's Serpent Skull Adventure Discussion
Female Aasimar Cleric

I'm waiting for Jin or Almare to attempt something before attacking with the Euryptid. If they don't post by tonight, I'll continue the fight.
Recruitment thread for "Snows of Summer"- Reign of Winter AP

1. What the heck is your character doing here?
Ace has set up a small shop here. He deals in superstitious potions, like love potions, that have no real effect besides what someone thinks it has. He does have some real skill in alchemy when he needs it, as well as some spell casting talent and scribe skills.

2. Profession or how does your character make a living?
Ace makes a living being a luxury apothecary in the village. While he doesn't con people out of their money, most of his wares aren't much more than superstitious herb recipes.

3. Describe your physical appearance (you may include link to internet image that best represents your character, if you'd like). Ace is tall and thin like most elves. He keeps his red hair long and well groomed. He wears simple clothing like the rest of the small village. Though, the plain garments do nothing to diminish his attractive features and silver tongue.

4. Why help out when the winter comes? Why not leave and flee? Why get involved?
Ace isn't a particularly noble fellow, but he does understand hard work. It took him years to finally get a shop of his own, and he isn't going to let some snow wreck all he has worked to achieve.