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I might add that Pellius is angling to take levels of Life Oracle and possibly take the Holy Vindicator prestige class to function as an Oradin, so he's more a Melee/Divine hybrid, if that affects your judgment any...
Do we have a list of all the applicants so far?
Archpaladin Zousha here! Here's my entrant's sheet, tweaked to the recruiter's specifications. If there's anything that still needs adjusting, please let me know!
Anyone interested in doing Curse of the Crimson Throne? There was a recruitment for one recently that just finished and I'm still eager for the AP even if I wasn't recruited by this particular one.
I am SUPER excited! Fingers crossed!
Honestly, probably gonna stick with Child of Two Peoples. His entire concept's basically built around that one trait, after all. And besides, I've got plenty of Charisma to compensate for the lack of formal training. *shrug*
Debating whether to swap Magical Knack for a trait like Talented, so I can actually PLAY my totem spear. I forgot that switching from an Oracle to a Paladin meant I no longer got Perform as a bonus skill from a mystery (my initial plan had been to use a Spirit Guide Oracle with the Flames mystery using Life as their "Wandering Spirit" but realized this would make the class abilities the character will depend on occur on a day-by-day basis, which...isn't what I was going for). Would the boost to caster level be worth it, or should I just spend the Background point on Perform (Wind Instruments) anyway and accept I won't be as good at it?
Yeah, I know it won't exactly come to fruition in the first book alone, but I think it's a fun build I've always wanted to try, take my two favorite classes and mash 'em together!
Archpaladin Zousha here. I have the majority of my character's work done on his profile. I'm just making some minor adjustments (initially the character was an oracle, since I was planning on an Oradin build, which I'm still going for). His skills need tweaking and I'm revising his background and personality a bit to reflect a paladin more than an oracle, at least initially before he starts taking oracle levels.
Can't wait to see who makes it! *fingers crossed*
Here's Pellius' short story: It was his height that made him stand out the most. His broad, red-robed shoulders were at least a head taller than the rest of the Sarenites shuffling through the crowded market street. A crowd was beginning to form around them, hungry peasants holding out their hands for sunflower-seed-flower bread, though when they saw one of the priests was a giant among them, some shied away. How could one of THEM be a Sarenite? Weren't they animists or pantheists or something?
Pellius sighed a bit. Even when trying to help he stood out. He handed some dawnflower bread to a petitioner and then ran his hand through his hair. His partner next to him and looked up at him. Lord Valdur Bromathan IV. A noble was there among the common folk distributing bread and it was HE who was the center of attention. "Are you alright, Brother Pellius?" "Fine, milord...fine." "There's no need for titles like that. I'm your brother, just like all the other ones. Just call me Valdur." "Alright. Brother Valdur." "We're doing rather well here. Perhaps you need a walk to clear your head or something." "I want to help, Brother." "You are, you are, Pellius. Don't doubt that. But you do look troubled." There was no arguing that. He'd had the dream again last night. The dark alley, the angry cry of his mother as a knife plunged into her back, the fire that surged from her body and consumed the street, and then waking up. There hadn't been a fire when they'd showed him her body, of course, asked him to identify her, but every time the dreams came, fire came with them. He wasn't sure what it meant, but he saw it almost every night now, and he was sure it wasn't Sarenrae speaking to him through it. It wasn't the fire of warmth or light but of rage. Valdur was right. He needed some time to collect himself. He strolled among the stalls in the street, shoppers hustling to get out of the way of the big savage in priest's clothing. Was that all he was to them? The tamed barbarian? The unpredictable giant? It was sickening. Even if he wore a massive sign that said "MY NAME IS PELLIUS, I'M A NICE PERSON!" people would still treat him with suspicion or contempt. A cry rang out that snapped him out of his thoughts. "GENTLY USED CURIOS AND SALVAGE! PRICES NEGOTIABLE!" He wasn't sure why someone would run a pawn shop out of a stall. Probably from the Shingles or something, couldn't afford an actual store. He was about to move on when a glint of gold caught his attention. It was a ring. A ring with a red and blue crest on it. Three crowns and a sword. Then he noticed the scar on it. A mark from long ago that marred the crest and made it useless for stamping seals. Could it be? He moved up to the stall and looked more closely. It was! The ring he remembered from childhood, always on his mother's finger, missing from her body when he identified it. His father's ring. "Oi you! If yer not 'ere to buy, get yer giant arse out'the way!" "Where did you get this?" "Wot's it te yew? I jus' sell this stuff. Where it comes from ain't my business." "You said it yourself. Gently used curios and salvage. You had to get this from someone. Who?" "Again, wot's it te yew, ya brute?" "This was my father's ring, you arse!" "Wot, yer father was a nobleman? Yew, one o' those horsef*ckers? More likely it were stolen. S'wot Gaedren said when 'e sold it te me. Took it off some horsef*cker b*tch who probably stole it." "WHAT?!" The anger was rising now. A few slights were nothing, but this...this was dishonoring everything his family had gone through. "You can call me whatever you like, you cur. I can take a few insults. But you will NOT insult the memory of my mother! Who is this Gaedren you speak of? Because if he took that ring off my mother, that means he is the one who MURDERED HER!" "Can't believe what I'm bloody'earin'ere. Yer sayin' one o' my best suppliers shanked yer mum an' that she 'ad a nobleman's ring in the middle o' the slums? Shoulda known better than to carry gold around if she knew wot was good fer 'er." And then he saw fire. It wasn't the fire of warmth or light but of rage. And it began to consume the stall. "BLOODY 'ELL! FIRE! 'OW THE'ELL'D YEW DO THA?!" He snapped out of it to see the stall ablaze, and immediately rushed to help put it out. How? How had this happened? He couldn't have just willed the stall to explode into flames. He saw Valdur, and the others, rushing to help, and soon the fire was out. Stupid, stupid thing to do. If he hadn't gotten so angry, maybe this wouldn't have happened. His father's ring almost lost. "Awright! Awright! I'm bloody sorry sir! 'Ere! Want yer da's ring back? Take it! I don' need it! Man ya want's named Gaedren Lamm, runs a racket down by the docks!" "No...no I'm sorry. I got angry and I didn't know that would happen. I just destroyed your livelihood in anger and almost lost it. Here's gold. It's all I have. Consider it compensation for the damages." There was a silence between the two of them for a moment, the tension and hostility of a moment ago sucked out of the air. "Um...uh...thank ye kindly. S'more money than I'd probably see sellin' this sh*t anyway. An' take yer da's ring. If Gaedren really did shank yer ma fer it, I want no part in it. Only one question. If yer a Zenderholm, whot yew doin' down 'ere?" "Because my mother was a horsef*cker." "Well...I'm sorry I said that, lad. Hope they see sense then. Lad with a heart like yours deserves better than to be treated like sh*t by the likes 'o me. On me life, I'll never insult another Shoanti as long as I live." "You're only saying that because you're afraid I'll set your hair on fire next." The merchant bit his lip, afraid to admit he was right. But it was enough. He took the ring and turned to Valdur and the others. "What did you do here, Brother?" Valdur asked in shock. Pellius thought long and hard before answering. "I don't know."
I am interested in linking backstories too. I think I've gotten Pellius' stats converted to the GM's specifications. Let me know if there's anything else specific I should fix. Will write a short story for him tomorrow.
Is there any specific changes I should make for Pellius besides switching his skills around to accommodate Background Skills and reworking his gear and traits? I think I built him with 20 point buy but I can't remember.
Archpaladin Zousha here with Pellius Zenderholm, a Sklar-Quah/Korvosan noble bastard Flame Mystery Oracle struggling to find his place between those two worlds! I likely need to make some tweaks to get him legal for the recruitment. Anything specific I should fix? I'll make the changes tonight when I'm not posting from a phone.
I've got a melee-oriented flame oracle all set to go for CotCT! I can tweak him to GM specifications if need be, and I've been waiting for an opportunity like this for a long time!
Just finished creating this character, Pellius Zenderholm, Flame Oracle, a bastard son of House Zenderholm and the Sklar-Quah trying to find his place in the world. Looking to join a new Curse of the Crimson Throne game here on these forums.
Long story short, here's my character. Working on finishing things up. What year would the campaign starting in? I'd like Kazimiera to have been born on the day of the Vanishing, when the Rogarvias disappeared, but if the start date conflicts with her age of 17, I'll change that fact. As I said, I'm angling for Ruler, but if she doesn't get that one, she'll go for a military role like General, Royal Enforcer or Marshal. To clarify, Kazimiera technically doesn't have the name Aldori yet, as she isn't a true Swordlord yet. I'm just placing it there because if I do get in and start posting, eventually that'll lock her name in, and I won't get to add the Aldori surname later.
That sounds interesting. ^^ I took Wisdom as a foible, since she's still just a child. In a way, Aristide's just as childish, having no clue how to talk to people without sounding like a stock character from a lady's romance novel. He'd probably be superficial and reject Emmeline as much for having "cooties" as much as because of her physical appearance. He doesn't know how to talk to girls very well. :P
Slowly starting to take shape. I like the idea that this Prince Charming is kind of "fake" on the inside. His focus is Charisma, to represent his unearthly handsomeness and charming chivalry, combined with a foible of Wisdom, to reflect his utter cluelessness in matters regarding the outside world and real, actual people.
Still working on the sheet. Gonna a lot of it tomorrow, since I have a day off to do it. Basic concept is that he's the third son of the Lady of Mirrors, having unearthly good looks and charm from his mom, but largely raised by courtiers and tutors, so her madness didn't rub off on him or his brothers. He IS vain and pompous, but more in a naive and adorkable way than cruel and malicious. His brothers have gone on a quest, and both have disappeared. In true fairy tale tradition, it now falls to Valemon to succeed where his older brothers failed. |