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Back to personal projects, now a work in progress of Reya a relevant NPC from my Dragonlance campaigns fot years, and Kileanna's aunt.
Another WIP
"Attempted murder," now honestly, did they ever give anyone a Nobel prize for "attempted chemistry?" The next poster is strapped to a guillotine on his own will, and will explain why.
I am very good at doing accents! I can make a next to perfect impersonation of a Silvanesti elf... That's why Va'ardalia chose me to be her bodyguard and pose as her in dangerous situations. That thing of the bongo head sounds like a fun thing to do!
Who, me? Oh, it's funny posing as you and pretend to be an elegant and uptight and deceitful Silvanesti...
You can wear the barbarian's outfit so long as you occasionally pretend to be a barbarian. You know, rage-sing and things like that.Perhaps you would be interested in seeing the outfit I have in mind should I ever recruit a barbarian. Whoops!!! I have a bard obsession, haven't I? I wanted to say multiclass Barbarian/Rogue. I can't sing even if my life depended on it. But if my life depends on it, I'll yell on the ear of whoever is threatening my life until his brain melts. Or just cut his head off. Probably the last thing. It's faster.
Perhaps you would be interested in seeing the outfit I have in mind should I ever recruit a barbarian. Calling for me? Multiclass Bard/Rogue (whatever that means)! I am a free spirit, but if you let me wear the last outfit we can talk about it...
Vid is banned for getting a ban for me as collateral damage.
Banned for not being a primary color like red or blue.
Reposting: Sylvyana's story from the perspective of one of her controlled followers. So everyone wanted me to tell them who that self proclaimed queen was and how I, and all my people, had ended working for her. There was a poison, some kind of drug she called Allomanya. She visited our leader in our settlement in the woods and tricked him to take the drug. Then he got us all to take it too and introduced us to her. That Allomanya thing tastes like sh*t but makes you feel like anything is possible. You feel free, and wild, and hungry. You don't care for what is right or wrong, just for the hunger. She used it to control us. We were an oppresed people, enslaved by the so called civilized elves, she offered freedom, she offered war against our offenders. And we followed her. Our minds were clouded but we thought we saw more clearly than ever. She called us her Wichtlani, a word derived from Wichtlins, her undead elven followers. We were her army of vicious and ravenous cannibals. She trusted me to carry her deals on the town because I know how to deal with people. I can convince them, I can lie or I can kill if needed. I became her face and her hands on the town. But who was she? When I first saw her I mistook her for Va'ardalia for a moment. But she was older and... wiser on a twisted way. She is the twisted fairytale that is told to scare elven children. The legends say that she married the Speaker of the Silvanesti, becoming the Queen of elves. He wanted to marry another woman so he made her a dark elf and exiled her. Everybody turned their back on her. She was alone. And she wanted revenge against her kind. So she became the Chosen One of the Ravenous Crow... sorry, Chemosh, the God of Death. He made her more powerful and immortal. She declared war to the elves with an horde of undead elves and wyverns but she was defeated and cast away to the River of Time. That's what legends say. She gave us a slightly different version. She wanted us to know her story, how her own people had betrayed her. She was born as Sylvyana Silvanos, heir to the throne of Silvanesti. She had married a noble of a lesser house, who had later exiled her with lies to be the only ruler and marry another elf. He had also torn her apart of her newborn baby, as the baby girl was the heir to the throne and that made her a liability. For a long time he had though that his former husband had killed his own daughter, until the Ravenous Crow told her that she was still alive. When she managed to escape her own death by jumping ahead on the River of Time and she came back on... well, our present (all this magic stuff is twisted, you know) and the Ravenous Crow let her know that her daughter was still alive she couldn't believe it, after so many years had passed. She was furious with all elves: for exiling her, for tearing her apart of her daughter, for defeating her. She told us her plan, and I can tell that under the influence of Allomanya it looked like a great plan. She'd use the artifact that Dalindra had given me (and I, curse myself, had given to her) to extend the influence of Allomanya through all the ones with elven blood in the world and release a necromantic wave that would destroy them all and rise as Wichtlins under her command. She needed to lure Dalindra and her friends to get the artifact. She was also obsessed with the idea of Va'ardalia being her lost daughter. After I mistaked Sylvyana for Va'ardalia, she wanted to know everything about her. Even though Va'ardalia couldn't be much more than 70 years old and already had a family... a humble family. But she was completely convinced of it and wanted to have Va'ardalia at the ritual so she could protect her. She didn't want her to die. The most scary thing about her is that she really believed to be doing the right thing: elves were a corrupted race that didn't deserve to live. She was consumed by pain and rage but she was always fair to us. We followed her not just because of the drugs, I know she could really feel the rage and hate burning in the hearts of my people. She understood our pain because it wasn't so different from hers. She also used us. But I still cannot hate her. I don't know what that says about me.
Speaker of the Green Fields
Chooo choo chooooo!
So everyone wanted me to tell them who that self proclaimed queen was and how I, and all my people, had ended working for her. There was a poison, some kind of drug she called Allomanya. She visited our leader in our settlement in the woods and tricked him to take the drug. Then he got us all to take it too and introduced us to her. That Allomanya thing tastes like sh*t but makes you feel like anything is possible. You feel free, and wild, and hungry. You don't care for what is right or wrong, just for the hunger. She used it to control us. We were an oppresed people, enslaved by the so called civilized elves, she offered freedom, she offered war against our offenders. And we followed her. Our minds were clouded but we thought we saw more clearly than ever. She called us her Wichtlani, a word derived from Wichtlins, her undead elven followers. We were her army of vicious and ravenous cannibals. She trusted me to carry her deals on the town because I know how to deal with people. I can convince them, I can lie or I can kill if needed. I became her face and her hands on the town. But who was she? When I first saw her I mistook her for Va'ardalia for a moment. But she was older and... wiser on a twisted way. She is the twisted fairytale that is told to scare elven children. The legends say that she married the Speaker of the Silvanesti, becoming the Queen of elves. He wanted to marry another woman so he made her a dark elf and exiled her. Everybody turned their back on her. She was alone. And she wanted revenge against her kind. So she became the Chosen One of the Ravenous Crow... sorry, Chemosh, the God of Death. He made her more powerful and immortal. She declared war to the elves with an horde of undead elves and wyverns but she was defeated and cast away to the River of Time. That's what legends say. She gave us a slightly different version. She wanted us to know her story, how her own people had betrayed her. She was born as Sylvyana Silvanos, heir to the throne of Silvanesti. She had married a noble of a lesser house, who had later exiled her with lies to be the only ruler and marry another elf. He had also torn her apart of her newborn baby, as the baby girl was the heir to the throne and that made her a liability. For a long time he had though that his former husband had killed his own daughter, until the Ravenous Crow told her that she was still alive. When she managed to escape her own death by jumping ahead on the River of Time and she came back on... well, our present (all this magic stuff is twisted, you know) and the Ravenous Crow let her know that her daughter was still alive she couldn't believe it, after so many years had passed. She was furious with all elves: for exiling her, for tearing her apart of her daughter, for defeating her. She told us her plan, and I can tell that under the influence of Allomanya it looked like a great plan. She'd use the artifact that Dalindra had given me (and I, curse myself, had given to her) to extend the influence of Allomanya through all the ones with elven blood in the world and release a necromantic wave that would destroy them all and rise as Wichtlins under her command. She needed to lure Dalindra and her friends to get the artifact. She was also obsessed with the idea of Va'ardalia being her lost daughter. After I mistaked Sylvyana for Va'ardalia, she wanted to know everything about her. Even though Va'ardalia couldn't be much more than 70 years old and already had a family... a humble family. But she was completely convinced of it and wanted to have Va'ardalia at the ritual so she could protect her. She didn't want her to die. The most scary thing about her is that she really believed to be doing the right thing: elves were a corrupted race that didn't deserve to live. She was consumed by pain and rage but she was always fair to us. We followed her not just because of the drugs, I know she could really feel the rage and hate burning in the hearts of my people. She understood our pain because it wasn't so different from hers. She also used us. But I still cannot hate her. I don't know what that says about me.
10/10 You look like a female version of your brother ;-D
If that's how you like to see it...
The next poster has never been sick.
Spaghetti? Sure!
*Spreads chocolate chips on raw spaghetti*
Now who wants to taste my delicious spaghetti? The next poster does.
8/10 yay for silver hair and tattoos.
How can I feed on it without biting? I cannot swallow it whole! (Also, I'm pretty sure that the whole beholder is evil, not just the eye/s) Moral standard: Always look on the bright side of life
Valinor the Redhead Hunter
7/10 Yay for dreadlocks and tribal style, but don't kill while having your picture taken! Oh... well... nevermind.
Good to know. Then it wasn't me who ate all that people. I feel better now. Moral Standard: Good soldiers follow orders
Yes, Mistress, I'll bake all the cookies you want, Mistress. What else can I do for you, Mistress? The next poster has tasted one of the cookies and realized why wild elf barbarians shouldn't try to cook.
*Bows to Sissyl's Overwhelming Presence*
The Next Poster joined the Cult of Sissyl.
Owned. I surrender.
You mean ALIENS have come here to mess with my mind and make me forget what I was doing for no apparent reason?
The next poster is not an alien but likes to mess with other people's mind anyway.
Guy-with-awesome-hair.
But red will always be red.
What? I've gone cannibal again? I thought I had left that phase behind! The next poster stole a sword from a city guard and then tried to sell it back to them.
But I've also killed the local regent! Am I the new local regent? I suppose I should punish myself... OK! My penance will be to hunt more nasty dragons! Valinor, are you a paladin now? Well, that guys seemed kinda chaotic to me but, hey, all that «behead the leader and you become the leader» thing was their stupid rules and we try to behave according to the stupid rules of anywhere we go! And it wasn't easy, the leader was an ettin so we had to behead him TWICE!
Not the dead draconian/Valinor lookalike trick again!
First, getting to know my niece better.
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Welcome Pathfinders! Blind Dragon Hobbies (8465 S 212 St, Kent, WA 98031) will be hosting Pathfinder Society on Tuesday evenings. Everyone is welcome, although we will only have so much room, so if you are interested, please check out our listing on nwpfs.org to make sure there is room at the table for you (and sign-up to let us know you're coming, if you have a chance). On August 8th, we will be offering Scenario #33: Assault on the Kingdom of the Impossible. The game begins at 5pm, please arrive earlier so everyone can begin on time. Bring your up-to-date character and inventory tracking sheets, your completed chronicles, and any reference material you need. If you need help, we will be happy to help explain the rules for Pathfinder Society, but please show up early to allow for the extra time. Hope to see you there!
Our group is looking for a few more players right now. We need 2 or 3 more, but if there's more interest, that's great too! We really get into Shadowrun, but are on hold right now while looking for more players to get the game hopping again. Depending on interest, we are hoping to start that, or play Pathfinder or Earthdawn; if that sounds good and you are near the south end of King county, let me know on here with what you're interested in, specifically. |
