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Raignik looked about wearily for signs of more enemies. This was a foolhardy attack--and if it was just a probe the people in charge would be watching.
Pawns. "Whatever we're doing we had best do it fast and be gone friends." [/b] Raignik inspected his slight wound briefly and made a poor attempt to bandage it.
HP: 75 - 4 = 71
Raignik, pausing only a moment, lunges at the opponent facing Arwin with an adjacent thrust of his scimitar. Combat: Attack: Damage:
With the mist blocking view Raignik cautiously advances out, his weapon in hand.
Deciding Marcy could handle himself Raignik positions himself alongside the priest, facing their foes with his weapon at the ready.
I'm finishing up my finals, so if people are itching to move on Raignik will hold an attack action. =)
I see pros and no cons. That being said, it sounds good to me.
New post up. Sorry if it took awhile but I fiddled with Maptool for awhile before finally giving up. The reason my posts take awhile too is because I work 14 hours a day, have a wife and son I prefer to spend time with, and because I'm working on the game's material. Please try to be patient as I will reciprocate it back on you. Thank you. More than reasonable Ronin. =)
Raignik's reflexes jumped alive and he drew his sword, whirling around to find an oncoming enemy. Empowering his blade with his arcane energy Raignik could almost feel the steel become sharper. "Dance is a term alright." Raignik replied, senses keenly aware for the oncoming fight.
Looks like the Lake.
Raignik rocked forward with the force of Marcy's clap. He laughed at the man's toast, and looked down at the wineskin. "...No, I suppose not." the words sounded far away. It wasn't entirely clear to Raignik what he meant by saying that. But for some reason it didn't bother him as much as it should have. He tipped back the wineskin and took a swig. He swallowed the brew harshly, clearing his throat vigorously. He passed the wineskin back to Marcy. "Ready when you are sir."
Excellent! I'll update my sheet after work today. I'll be keeping everything more or less the same if possible. (I'll post what things ended up being modified here, so you don't have to compare and contrast.)
Raignik considered Marcy's word and sized up the assembled group mentally.
Raignik let himself relax a bit, "But I don't foresee any of them being a problem. At worst they're out for their own fortunes and are willing to cut our throats to get it." Raignik threw Marcy a grin and a shrug, returning his voice to a normal volume. "But we'll cross that bridge when we come to it."
"Raignik Al-N'Gaseer," he said addressing the elf Draig, "Former soldier." Raignik may have decided using him name was safe, as the crowd buzzed loudly, but there was no reason to blabber his entire...sorted history. He was all in all a little more disturbed after listening to the priest Arwin speak with the others. The man had a calm and confidence about him that was curiously unsettling. He let his expression become a resigned one and shrugged. 'the devil you know'... He decided to keep a close eye on the young Xandar. Their travels would be long and while the priest waved himself about, Xandar simply faded away. He hadn't noticed it himself, if it weren't for Marcy the entire affair would have slipped by Raignik...perhaps after it was too late. He would keep an eye on him for this reason and because Raignik saw something in himself in the man. Silent, watching. Raignik knew that could make for someone who is very dangerous indeed.
Raignik cast an appraising eye over the informally introduced Draig. There was a smell about him...but it wasn't one Raignik could pin. Not a fighting man though, that was for certain.
Raignik was turning his attention back to the elf, Draig and was about to ask the man's profession--until Marcy's voice cut him off. "You're a quiet one." Raignik turned to regard Xandar, his sword arm tensing and relaxing reflexively. Marcy would have barred steel if he thought Xandar posed a real threat--and surely nothing would happen in such a crowded place. But stranger things had happened. Instead of focusing his attention on Xandar Raignik kept a sideways eye on the Priest known as Arwin. If these two holy men were in on something together--they wouldn't be getting the drop on anyone today. Raignik suddenly felt a cold tinge of anxiety sink through his chest. There was too much going on for him to feel comfortable with. The Dwarf would have been a perfect distraction for a trap sprung by the all-too silent priests. Not to mention any other accomplices in the crowd. But Raignik had grown paranoid over his years on the run. Perhaps...perhaps just weary, perhaps just cautious. He would hold his tongue until Xandar responded to Marcy. But he felt the overwhelming need to state the obvious. Their current location--even if everyone present be friends...was not very secure.
Raignik regarded the writ Marcy held, and eyed it over briefly. "If we're going to be traveling together - now that we're all best friends and all - I suppose we aught to take a vote." The idea didn't jump with appeal to Raignik. "I've never been much for voting Sir." He said with a shrug. Raignik looked about at the guards keeping an eye on the bustling crowd, "But if it's all the same--I agree, it might be best to head out to the Cave. Everyone and their cousin will be storming Marivelli Tower for information..." He cleared his throat, "My point being, if we stay here we'll have to get lucky....We travel to the caves we'll just have to be fast."
Holy men, a dwarf and two old soldiers. Not the worst group he'd ever been around. Who else might join up, Karone only knew.
I'll be posting up later tonight. Sorry guys for some reason Sunday is a busy day.
Raignik smiled wryly at Marcy's tone. "It may have it's share of pomp but the plea for help was real," He turned to regard Arwin--their new companion. "As you will... Arwin. You'll have to tell me sometime exactly what church you're a part of. I'd like to learn more about you as we travel...If indeed we will be traveling." Raignik's eyes drifted as he said the last, he spied what he thought must have been a child. A rather strong muscular child...in armor with a shaved head and large beard. Raignik drew quiet in stunned silence. His mind processed the information abnormally slow. It was...a Dwarf? That was certainly uncommon. "You best put away your wineskin Marcy." Raignik commented lightheartedly gesturing towards the stocky dwarf who appeared to be in search of something.
“My apologies Priest Arwen, perhaps my hearing isn’t what it used to be.” Raignik inclined his head as a sign of respect. It was becoming apparent to Raignik that this priest had his own agenda. He reminded him greatly of a man who was in on a very special secret. Perhaps he knew something about the Rebels that apparently plagued the country. “I cannot say I’ve traveled with a Priest before, but perhaps it is time for a change,” giving it some thought Raignik decided to hold out his hand in a gesture of friendship for the man (he was not well versed in proper conduct with holy men). With a small release of breath he decided to take a chance albeit in a lowered voice, “My name is Raignik Al-N’Gaseer. Currently a mercenary by trade...My skills…vary…Suffice to say I’m useful in a fight, and not useless out of one.” If Karone wanted him dead, all it would take would be for the wrong ears to hear the right name… now would be her time to strike. In lieu of the recent proclamation made however, Raignik doubted anyone was listening.
A holy man… That would certainly explain his oddness. The way he spoke seemed to call for Raignik’s attention. Not the patterns or the oddness necessarily, but the ease. Here the man in black was in a room full of armed men, some righteous and others cut throat—completely unarmed. It boggled the mind… But Raignik had seen stranger certainly… And religious fervor could make a man confident just about nearly anything. He glanced at Marcy but pushed the obvious question aside. He needed to know more about this man before agreeing to join forces. “I’m afraid I didn’t get your name either Priest.” Raignik replied in soft tones. It didn’t seem that this man meant them any harm, but he couldn’t imagine why the Chancellor would summon a Priest to a call-to-arms (as that seemed to be what this was). It was before Raignik could continue that they were joined by another-- A Younger man with a hunter’s stride, and a presence hard to ignore. The young man greeted the priest in ritual. But he seemed too young to be a man of the cloth…And indeed his presence too akin to a predator’s. But Raignik had been wrong before. Rather than interrupt the meeting of these two Raignik fell to silence. Giving Marcy a barely visible shrug he moved his hand off of his sword. If these men were here to cause trouble they would have done so by now. Rarely do assassins open with pleasantries. Openly looking around the room Raignik was starting to feel, for the first time at ease. With odd ones such as these around perhaps the guardsmen wouldn't have time to look for an old deserter. Indeed, it seemed that much bigger things were brewing.
Raignik lowered his scarf and let a small wry smile crack his lips, after a wash of concern played across his features, “Perhaps Karone has her hands in more than we suspect.” He commented simply. Marcy was right of course. Raignik's presence here was unwise… And perhaps to his old CO his nervousness showed-- he made an effort to sound relaxed, “And you never know…Old wounds can be forgotten.” Raignik knew from firsthand experience, the Imperium rarely forgot. It was good to see Marcy again, and he had much he wished to discuss with the man. Questions he wanted answers to-- if Marcy left the service because he had grown tired of taking orders, tired of giving them…or because the guilt had grown too large. The questions swirled inside Raignik’s head and swam on the surface of his eyes. But a crowded room full of imperial agents and strangers was not the spot to discuss such things. His gaze fell back upon the darkly garbed figure approaching them, “As for that one,” Raignik spoke in level tones, his eyes grown sharp, “No, I can’t say I’ve had the pleasure.” It became clear that whoever it was, was heading in their direction.
Just an fyi, I've found screaming back doesn't help.
At first contact Raignik’s hand automatically darted from his side to brush his sword hilt. The words spoken were mere fractions behind in registering and his consciousness was able to suppress an age-old instinct. He turned to look up at the large man whom he used to call commander.
Raignik gave pause, glancing at the large weapon his commander had. His eyes then fell to the others entering the room, and a man ghosting forward on a black cloak, mirrored in the floor— something about his motion caused Raignik’s hackles to rise. His free hand drifted back to rest upon the hilt of his sword, but he forced his eyes back to Marcy. With one last quick check around the room Raignik leaned in and in a hushed voice added, “If you don’t mind me asking, what are you doing here sir? Rumor has it you left this kind of work.” Rumor had also spoken of a Mercenary who loosely fit Marcy’s description, but the world was vast and up until now it had all been vague hope to Raignik. Perhaps the rumors were true.
I'll answer you there. Magus and Inquisitors are..essentially two sides of the same coin. Magus is an Arcane Caster/Fighter
So neither of us are dedicated casters or fighters.
I've added mine up there. Glad to be back in the game. I'll be copy and pasting unless someone decides to do something different =)
There was a time, not so long ago, that Raignik had considered himself sane. He rarely made foolish decisions; uncommon were the number of occasions he felt the need to stick his hand out into an open flame, or taunt a snarling beast.
Gazing up at the seven thrones at the head of the Grand Hall, Raignik could only shake his head in silence. Ren was a great Kingdom, if it wasn’t he wouldn’t be here. The call to all those patriotic or with adventure in their heart to serve the Kingdom was a strong one. While Raignik may have been a deserter of the Imperium, he did have a love for the Kingdom. His travels had shown him the beauty that can lie within it's stone walls and within in simple lives...a kind of beauty worth protecting. So he would do what he must. With a sudden thrill of alarm, Raignik deftly stepped behind a large fellow in leathers to avoid the gaze of two Altheiri. He allowed himself a small laugh at his own expense. The Imperium was vast and his desertion years old, what are the odds they would still be searching for him? If indeed they were ever searching at all. Shrugging his shoulders he meandered deeper into the crowded Hall, it was as though the same impulse to heed the call of the Chancellor, drew him further into the crowd.
With that last Raignik drew up one of his scarves to cover his nose. He never liked the smell of sulfur.
For those of us such as Marcy and Arwin who's postings would be unaffected by the change of characters...Would you want us to copy paste and pick up from where we left off? Or are we completely resetting everything and all things?
I agree, checker. If soekja doesn't decide to stay on it would be nice to have another player ready to go. Personally, I'm anxious to get going. :) I'll throw in my support. Pretty eager to continue this game. =)
This was a hard lesson for me to learn in my DnD development, always comparing my character to others, trying to squeeze out every advantage in-laid within the system. Making sure I could best the others with every technical advantage. I'm sure we've all had experiences with that. Surprise surprise, after doing that for a time it turned out it wasn't very fun anymore... Anyway I have no good closing line for this post, so I'll just wish those who observe it a happy Thanksgiving. =]
Personally, I'm alright with the rulings although they don't directly effect me. I'll say right now that I intend to stay whether or not we restart the thread. I've been enjoying this thus far and plan to see it through. I'd also like to throw out that I'm in agreement with Ronin's take on Leadership. I myself had been quite a user (abuser) of the feat in the past, and no longer allow myself to take it. It has a habit of mucking things up and off-setting game balance. But that's just in the games I've played in. The other requests, such as sticking to PF core also seem reasonable--if unfortunate for a few. On a much more selfish note: I hear there'll be an update to the Magus soon, would you be alright with it Ronin if I altered things accordingly upon it's release? Also a minor question: Regarding things such as knowledge checks and perception checks, would you prefer we wait until prompted to roll? Or roll when we feel the need to?
“My apologies Priest Arwen, perhaps my hearing isn’t what it used to be.” Raignik inclined his head as a sign of respect. It was becoming apparent to Raignik that this priest had his own agenda. He reminded him greatly of a man who was in on a very special secret. Perhaps he knew something about the Rebels that apparently plagued the country. “I cannot say I’ve traveled with a Priest before, but perhaps it is time for a change,” giving it some thought Raignik decided to hold out his hand in a gesture of friendship for the man (he was not well versed in proper conduct with holy men). With a small release of breath he decided to take a chance albeit in a lowered voice, “My name is Raignik Al-N’Gaseer. Currently a mercenary by trade...My skills…vary…Suffice to say I’m useful in a fight, and not useless out of one.” If Karone wanted him dead, all it would take would be for the wrong ears to hear the right name… now would be her time to strike. In lieu of the recent proclamation made however, Raignik doubted anyone was listening.
Goodnight and goodluck to the both of you!
1) Initiate - None
That seems the most straightforward to me as far as a correlation between religious rank and whom they're responsible for. Presumably Clerics would begin as Initiates or Apostles and once they become Priests can elect to become agents of their church, instead of taking on Apostles and Initiates themselves as a normal priest would. That way, if they ever decided to rejoin the order fully they would re-enter at the Priest level, thus able to take on and train new recruits. (Allowing them to use their experiences out in the world as a Cleric/Inquisitor to guide any possibles down the correct path.) Just my thoughts. =P
A holy man… That would certainly explain his oddness. The way he spoke seemed to call for Raignik’s attention. Not the patterns or the oddness necessarily, but the ease. Here the man in black was in a room full of armed men, some righteous and others cut throat—completely unarmed. It boggled the mind… But Raignik had seen stranger certainly… And religious fervor could make a man confident just about nearly anything. He glanced at Marcy but pushed the obvious question aside. He needed to know more about this man before agreeing to join forces. “I’m afraid I didn’t get your name either Priest.” Raignik replied in soft tones. It didn’t seem that this man meant them any harm, but he couldn’t imagine why the Chancellor would summon a Priest to a call-to-arms (as that seemed to be what this was). It was before Raignik could continue that they were joined by another-- A Younger man with a hunter’s stride, and a presence hard to ignore. The young man greeted the priest in ritual. But he seemed too young to be a man of the cloth…And indeed his presence too akin to a predator’s. But Raignik had been wrong before. Rather than interrupt the meeting of these two Raignik fell to silence. Giving Marcy a barely visible shrug he moved his hand off of his sword. If these men were here to cause trouble they would have done so by now. Rarely do assassins open with pleasantries. Openly looking around the room Raignik was starting to feel, for the first time at ease. With odd ones such as these around perhaps the guardsmen wouldn't have time to look for an old deserter. Indeed, it seemed that much bigger things were brewing.
Raignik lowered his scarf and let a small wry smile crack his lips, after a wash of concern played across his features, “Perhaps Karone has her hands in more than we suspect.” He commented simply. Marcy was right of course. Raignik's presence here was unwise… And perhaps to his old CO his nervousness showed-- he made an effort to sound relaxed, “And you never know…Old wounds can be forgotten.” Raignik knew from firsthand experience, the Imperium rarely forgot. It was good to see Marcy again, and he had much he wished to discuss with the man. Questions he wanted answers to-- if Marcy left the service because he had grown tired of taking orders, tired of giving them…or because the guilt had grown too large. The questions swirled inside Raignik’s head and swam on the surface of his eyes. But a crowded room full of imperial agents and strangers was not the spot to discuss such things. His gaze fell back upon the darkly garbed figure approaching them, “As for that one,” Raignik spoke in level tones, his eyes grown sharp, “No, I can’t say I’ve had the pleasure.” It became clear that whoever it was, was heading in their direction.
I threw up another post, but I'll plan on holding off until everyone else has had a chance to add. =) Marcy out of curiosity, what rank would you have been? I'd like to know what to call him. Perhaps that's a question for Ronin...
At first contact Raignik’s hand automatically darted from his side to brush his sword hilt. The words spoken were mere fractions behind in registering and his consciousness was able to suppress an age-old instinct. He turned to look up at the large man whom he used to call commander.
“It’s good to see you sir.” Raignik turned to face him, offering his fore-arm in greeting to his old friend, “I’ve been looking for a long time.” He suppressed the instinct to salute, his concerns about the Altheiri and other guardsmen still fresh on his mind. Raignik gave pause, glancing at the large weapon his commander had. His eyes then fell to the others entering the room, and a man ghosting forward on a black cloak, mirrored in the floor— something about his motion caused Raignik’s hackles to rise. His free hand drifted back to rest upon the hilt of his sword, but he forced his eyes back to Marcy. With one last quick check around the room Raignik leaned in and in a hushed voice added, “If you don’t mind me asking, what are you doing here sir? Rumor has it you left this kind of work.” Rumor had also spoken of a Mercenary who loosely fit Marcy’s description, but the world was vast and up until now it had all been vague hope to Raignik. Perhaps the rumors were true.
There was a time, not so long ago, that Raignik had considered himself sane. He rarely made foolish decisions; uncommon were the number of occasions he felt the need to stick his hand out into an open flame, or taunt a snarling beast.
Gazing up at the seven thrones at the head of the Grand Hall, Raignik could only shake his head in silence. Ren was a great Kingdom, if it wasn’t he wouldn’t be here. The call to all those patriotic or with adventure in their heart to serve the Kingdom was a strong one. While Raignik may have been a deserter of the Imperium, he did have a love for the Kingdom. His travels had shown him the beauty that can lie within it's stone walls and within in simple lives...a kind of beauty worth protecting. So he would do what he must. With a sudden thrill of alarm, Raignik deftly stepped behind a large fellow in leathers to avoid the gaze of two Altheiri. He allowed himself a small laugh at his own expense. The Imperium was vast and his desertion years old, what are the odds they would still be searching for him? If indeed they were ever searching at all. Shrugging his shoulders he meandered deeper into the crowded Hall, it was as though the same impulse to heed the call of the Chancellor, drew him further into the crowd.
With that last Raignik drew up one of his scarves to cover his nose. He never liked the smell of sulfur.
Sounds good, ready to roll. Here I am looking forward to a Monday? Madness!
Maps seem pretty essential. I'm on the west coast and if anyone needs to contact me they may do so at: remnent20@hotmail.com
Neutral.
Bold sounds good for speech to me too. As for actions, am I right and assuming it would play out like this? E.G.: "Marcy look out behind you!" Raignik cried out in warning as he charged the Terrasque in defense of his friend. Attack: ((And so Raignik perished lol ))
Just want to say I'm loving the dieties. I'd like to ask about the various elven sub-types. And the others not listed if it's not too much trouble.
Here's a backstory. That work alright?
Backstory: Raignik Al-N’Gaseer was born to a human mother in a traveling trader’s caravan. He grew up with a gypsy’s life, always moving from place to place, life for Raignik was transient. He was taught to love freedom and the warmth of an open heart. This all lasted until he was 16. Fast forward ten years and Raignik has joined the military. Beginning as a foot soldier, Raignik worked his way up, finally gaining the proper attention of the Imperium. They acknowledged his special gift for sensing magic and using it for martial purposes against enemies. While never entirely trusting Raignik, the imperium attached him to a unit led by one of their foremost magic hunters: Marcy "Lucky" Lull. Raignik kept his distance at first, but something of Marcy’s behavior in the taverns reminded him of older times when life was less violent, and less constrained. He got to know the man somewhat well, (as much as a soldier could know his commanding officer). It was however not a partnership fated to last. After serving with and under Marcy for nearly 5 years Raignik received transfer orders. He had earned a ‘promotion’ although the term was a bitter one. The Imperium was cycling him out of their main enforcement branch into a more private division. Raignik was no longer a soldier but now an Agent of the Imperium, he was the head of a small unit of Imperium agents who were well-versed in magical arts. The true nature of his new assignment was no longer to arrest those in violation of the laws, but to kill those who have been deemed too dangerous to let live. To this day Raignik won’t discuss what changed him from a freedom loving caravan rider to a cold calculated soldier. But rumor has it amongst his men that bandits attacked his caravan, driving him to survive on his own for years…Darker rumors suggest he had inadvertently been the cause of the destruction of the gypsy caravan. Whatever the case may be, Raignik will not discuss it. Fast forward a number of years and Raignik and his team had become quite adept at slaying their targets. However something bothered Raignik… As his small squad of men died off one by one, slowly being replaced by fresh blood Raignik began to suspect that his squad too (known as the Witch-Hunters) had been determined ‘too dangerous to live’ by the Imperium. The assignments grew darker and darker, sometimes Raignik would be facing off a powerful wizard, and other times they would enter a seemingly normal household with instructions to slay an entire family. Over the course of these duties Raignik suffered the worst of his injuries, most notably the horrific burns surrounding his upper body and neck. The work turned more and more sour and Raignik had to fight to keep the shame and sick from showing on his face.
Raignik chose that day to leave the Imperium and his title as Agent behind. He slipped away one night from their barracks, never intending to return. It was likely he would be named a deserter and would be wanted for trial…or worse.
Re-rolling 1's...
And currently my character concept is a Half Elven Magus who initially makes a living either hunting down Mages for the Imperium, or defending them from the military. If working for the Imperium would work as a character background; it could very nicely weave into Marcy's...
This is Trout. I'll go over your backstory and we'll see if we can work in my Half-Elven Magus.
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