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Rosa leaned in and smelled the cake. "It smells delicious Perry, thank you. Come eat and drink, others are coming. So there will be time to dance later if you are willing to play us some music." The Fay smiled, and then order and drink from the bar staff.
Rosa peered into the bag and a smile exploded onto her face. "Where in the multi-planes did you find this?" She pulled out a thin square shape think and rigged scroll. It had images and text on each side. She tipped it to one side and a black disk came out, she held it with care. "Songs For Swingin’ Lovers, O Lyra thank you" She slipped the disk back into the odd scroll and put them both back it to the bag. "Sinatra, you know just what I like. Thank you." The food started to come.
Rosa Luminass stood from her large seta at table 12, all 16' of her, and headed to the bar. Her large black Hell blade stayed by her extra-large seat. As she moved as best she could between the tables. She did not need the ones at the bar to give her access, she just leaned over the top of them. The half-devil locked her silver orb eyes with one of the bar staff to get their attention. Then looked down at the comically small menu in her hand. In a surprisingly light female voice, she ordered. "Can I have four of the vegetarian platter to share, four of the large Mushroom soup with the extra flatbread, two of the homemade Plum and Apple tarts, hold the cream, two whole honey bread with a pot of red berry jam. All to Table 12 thank you." She dropped a small bag of coins on the bar. "O and 4 pots of tea, no milk thank you" There was no one but her at table 12 so it looks very much like the food was all meant for this 16' Woman. She made her way back and sat down again. As the request for the fortune teller for subjects, Rosa raised her hand. Looking over at Awen Airwalker, she said as her pots of tea arrived. "Me as well, if you have the time?"
Rosa nods at Sona's request. The Devil scribe knew to comply. "I never knew a homeland, just a house, and a garden. That was a very long time ago." She stands and walks over to the table, looking at the wine bottles until she finds one she seems happy with. Coming back to her seat. "I often wonder what it must be like to keep a garden. Neat rows of plants and tall trees." She seems lost in a daydream for a moment. The tent flaps open and the Devil scribe comes in, Followed by a Tiefling
"We found him in the Demons Dungan, my lady, He has been healed and can talk." Well done Meric, Hows goes the Cleanup. "Almost done my lady, The mean body of troops are already heading back. I suggest you make hast to your office." Rosa nods, "Oversee the final detachment and Ill meet you at the office" The Devil scribe nods and backs out of the tent. Rosa then locks her silver orb eyes on the Tiefling. "Master Duvalier I believe" If you wondered why Rosa commanded respect in an Army of Devils it becomes aparent. In those simple words and with just a look, you understand how this woman could spend lifetimes walking the 9 hells with beings of pour evil. Beings that fear her.
Duvalier falls to his knees shaking. "He's all yours" Rosa looks over at you, "Soon this place will be overrun with Demons as the main Demon army counter-attacks. I leave now for my office, you will be under my protection if you care to follow. Or you can make your own way." She stands and walks to the largest area in the tent. A plane's gate opens and inside you see a fine office. Rosa walks through it.
Rosa Past: Rosa is not my true name, that is lost even to me, scrubbed from reality. I was a happy child, a nice other and father, in a large manner house, walled gardens all around. Nana looking after me, I played with the servants, ordering them around. The only odd thing in my childhood was the fact, in the whole house there were no mirrors. But once after a hard rain, I had a look at myself in the water of a pool. I noted that I was unlike the others I had horns. When I asked nana about it, she just said everyone is different and not to talk about it with her mother. Then a birthday came but this one was not like the others. My father was waiting for me deep under the manner house, I was never allowed in but this day nana took me to the door. Telling me to go in, I had my best dress on, and I wondered if my mother would be waiting for me. I entered and found my father only, standing in front of a complex design on the floor. He told me to go stand in the middle of it. I did thinking this was one of my father's magic ticks. Tricks I liked so much. It was then the door bust open and my mother rushed in, she was crying and screaming but I could not hear what she was saying. My mother ran to pick me up but something stopped her, some unseen wall blocked her way and she pounded on it. I started to get upset, to cry, Then the air around me grow hot, my mother pulled away looking at something behind me. I slowly looked behind and up at a monster. It was not looking not looking me but at my father. It spoke in a deep hard voice. "You have delivered the child, your contract is complete. sixty more years of life shall be your." My mother screamed my father bowed and the thing reached out for me. And my world went dark. I had been sold to the 9 Hells, when I came too, I had a slave's chain around my neck and simple clothing on. I was a slave in the war tent of a great Devil. I just sat and cried, Slavemaster, ordered me to serve food, I just cried so he snapped my neck. I awake in the blood-pits, my body whole once more and I learned. I learned that death is but a moment away in the 9 hells but death can't save you from torment, each time I did not do as told I was killed, for spilling a drink or being slow. I would rise once more from the blood pits to work endlessly. That was until the day, another slave was slow. I had been waiting to sever wine to a meeting of high-ranking Devil officers when the slave in front of her was too dumb-witted to hurry. I caved her in with the wine pitcher kicked the body aside and served the wine. "This one knows her place and knows what needs to be done, she kills with ease as well. She should be trained, place her in training. Lets see if she can be of use in this endless blasted war." With that, he broke my back. I came to in the blood pits of a new place, deep in the hellish hill. Cages with others like me standing about. Above, a master Devil, he throws a single dagger into the cage we were in. "The one left alive gets to eat better food and not suffer today" I did not live that day, nor the next, but day after day, she did not die as fast until the day she was the only one left standing. It was that day I was placed in a troop, armed and sent to fight in the blood war. I was a shock trooper sent in 1st often dead before even seeing an enemy. but still, I learned to fight, even to start using the very magic of Hell's. I did not like the evil kind but magics of LAW. I had a nack. Then one day my troop was sent to fight a Rouge Devil, one who had attempted to stand up to the lord of the 9 hells. They had to come at it from the front as ordered. And it just smashed them, throwing them about like dolls. We did not have any hope of even harming it, but that was not the point, they were just a distraction while another killed it from behind. I had been hit hard, smashed, hurt so bad blood blocking my eyesight, but I could make out a tall figure making its way to the Devil. While the Rouge Devil killed off us. That slender form from behind pulled up a great black blade. Ready to strike, then it froze, in a moment frozen never to move again. By some means, this rogue devil had turned its exicusionor stone. With one swing of its fist, it shattered the form. Bits of stone fell down all around over me where I lay, and the black blade. It was next to me as I bleed out. Then it spoke to my mind. ::"Told that moron to be careful, now what am I to do":: The thoughts came onto my mind, ::"Use whats to hand I think, YOU yes YOU!!, the one I am talking to, reach your hand out and grabs me, DO IT NOW":: I did as ordered, I used the last of her strength reached out and grabbed the sword. They say they found me later, still holding onto my Hell blade which was embedded in dead form of the rouge Devil. The sword barked and order when they came. ::"Make her whole again and send her to me, this one is mine now":: That was the day I become a hound of the 9 Hells, a task I have done for countless years, planes unnumbered.
Viri with Sona's help are able to drag the body of the dead demon off the huge woman. You can see that this hurt her greatly her broken leg moving as you do. But she takes the pain and seems to breathe a little better. However, with so little strength left after the altered has drained so much, she is unable to move. ::"Thank you":: Then musting what strength she has her eys open and she calls out
But nothing happens. Her final strength gone her eyes close and she seems to lose consciousness.
Tai: The alter has a bound demon in it, activated as a trap, if deactivated the trap would stop the effect.
The huge woman opens her eyes, tilts her head and looks at
Then a look of hope comes onto her face. She sends back telepathically.
::"Fate, once more you show your hand. Well-meet traveler. If you offer one that is just I will accept. Even if an oath to one such as I, then be it my last act, I will take it.":: She closes her eyes as of prying. ::"I Rosa Luminass, Cleric of Law, hound of Hell, do here swear in the name of my faith that I shall not harm you without violent provocation while you are on this plane. And aid you as you aid me.":: This seemed to be too much and her head falls back. ::"There it is done"::
Good luck everyone some great PC builds
Rosa came into being with in the main park of the Last City. The plan shift was always a little disorientating. She waited a moment to let the odd feeling pass. She looked at some locals, a few that ran away while others looked on a the woman in a black and silver uniform. A woman in a uniform was not odd now-days but a woman who was as tall as a building was. Well I am here now" she thought to herself and she walked off carefully to find out who was in charge.
\\was thinking same thing myself, its why I am making Rosa bigger, much much bigger.
Some more on Rosa, Rosa is intimidating +54 intimidating and can do it as a swift action, she also has Signature Skill (General) feat for intimidate. Description:
Personality Rosa dose not hide who she is, She is not in any way a hell Touched who hides in shame, hers this the blood of the nobles of the Hells. A Cleric of LAW she cares little for petty things like good and Evil. As Hound of Hell, an enforcer of Hell Laws in the pits and on the prime. It's her job to bring to book those that would sink the world to the Chaotic powers of the void. She is not cold heated how ever. Oddly she can be friendly and even kind at times. But when working Rosa can be indomitable and terrifying. She is dogmatic and strict, the law is the law. Description
10 Min Background:
[One known/one unknown]
[2 friends 1 enemy]
2. Walking in the center of a battle field on the prime, heading to a Devil that should not be there, that should not have started a war. Her shoving some lesser Angle aside and confronting the hell spawned. Calling its name and its crime out, as all around the battle stilled and slowed as she and it fight a titanic battle. When at last she lopped of hits head, she stood and looked at the mass of men and arms and calling out for all to hear. "NOTHING TO SEE HERE, MOVE ALONG, THIS WAR IS OVER!" 3. Siting with a group of adventures in a tavern, joking about this and that and drinking the night away. The subject of her work and the evil lord they where seeking where one in the same and she felt for once excepted. Even with a few sideways looks, she was one of them for the night.
Well Panic, if I had known you'd be bringing Rosa I would have applied with Lil :) O what a pair we would be :) What dose Rosa bring to the fight, she brings HELL that is what.
Gm Panic here This is Rosa Luminass, A hound of Hell, more LAW then Evil
Rosa was sold to the Hells as a child, where she was made into one of Hells Enforcers on the Prime, A "Hound of Hell" [Think Hell Cop and your there]. Sent to the prime to Enact Hells wish's. She is LE so Why is she! defending Final City? Because she was ordered too that's why. Rosa dose not question her orders, she dose them and dose them to the best of her ability's. If ordered to defend a city on the prime Rosa will stay and defend it until the very last stone weathers away. She is a dedicated professional, A big scary woman with a large black Hell Blade.
Ok so I am letting everyone know.
I am removing Rosas info and sheet. All the best everyone.
The Storm Giant was frightened, and panicked attaching the terrifying thing now sucking its life away. Attacks on Rosa:
Melee mwk greatsword
A1 DMG
Rosa takes [60 DMG HP now 174/234] Its great sword comes down three times, doing some Damage to thing in black flames.
We can do this as a team if we take on our own combats.
Place baddy sates under spoiler.
As the others engage thire own targets, Rosa points her great law Blade at the larger pale skinned storm giant "YOU ARE MINE!"
Then she swing her blade at it.
She its cutting deep and black flames envelop it, its form grays as her blade starts to suck its very soul away. She laughs as its life force flows into her blade, she starts to look younger.
Dead by the looks of it, 18th level combat is a horrid, takes hours to work things out. Just a pain. We should all just do our own and show what we are fighting, run our own single combats. Thats the only way the load can be spread out.
Who are we waiting on?
The 21' Rosa now hangs over the battle field, her from has changed and she is encased is dark shadow and dread. In her hand a doom blade flames with dark shadow light. Around her is a shadow if doom, fear manifesting itself. She calls out to all the giants. "Lay down your weapons and surrender now. Failure to comply will mean termination of your existence. This is your one and only warning."
Cool GM at long last a 18th level fight, yippee
For all her size Rosa moves fast, twice that of a normal human.
"By Laws might and size" She says moving her hand as and arrow up and growing to 21' in size. coast Frightful Aspect 18min: Frightful Aspect [ooc] Casting Frightful Aspect [ooc] You become a larger, awful version of yourself. You grow to size Large, and take on features that horrify your enemies. You gain the following abilities: a +6 size bonus to Strength, a +4 size bonus to Constitution, a +6 natural armor bonus, DR 10/magic, and spell resistance equal to 10 + half your caster level. You also emit an aura that emanates 30 feet from you. Enemy creatures within the aura are shaken. Each time a creature shaken by this aura hits you with a melee attack, that creature becomes frightened for 1d4 rounds, though at the end of that duration it is no longer affected by this aura. The aura’s effect is a fear and mind-affecting effect.
Rosa is up in a moment sword in hand, then she is out the door.
cool thanks for letting us know GM.
Everyone happy looks good so far. Things will get interesting when we get into our 1st fight. What"s everyone's preferred fighting style for your PC.
::"Great the panty sniffers want to wind up the orc, someones going to get a beating if they are not careful.":: But Rosa chuckled as Drogar comment, she liked the Orc. She reached into a pouch and brought out a flask, she poured some of its contests into her tea and then tossed it over to Drogar. Oldlaw Whiskey:
Oldlaw Whiskey 10gp Source PPC:AA This single-malt smooth rye whiskey is a favorite of old soldiers everywhere. "You may like that better Drogar" She adds, then looks over at the Angel. "So Laszlo you follow Milani, interesting, I know her when she was just a saint... Done well for herself, her very own faith, not bad, not bad at all." She seem to be thinking then as if remembering. ::"O Yes we know her, you going to tell him what she did, tell him how she scramble for what was left of the followers after Aroden's death, so desperate for godhood was she. The politics and back stabbing, go on girl, be worth it just to see his face.":: But Rosa paid no heed to her sword and waited for others to talk now.
Rosa's has she had sat disappeared and reappeared just behind her.
::"Where the &$^&$* did he come from?":: "Precisely"
"Sorry won't be a moment" She got up and walked to the priests privet room's door. where she meet three more hero types seeking to self invite themselves in for free tea and a possible adventure. She placed her hand and the door, blocking thire way in. "Thank you so much for showing interest but we'er all full up now. Have a nice day." There where some words of complaint which where cut of by a look from Rosa and the slamming of the door in there faces. She came back and took her seat once more, saying. "Sorry but two elves, a half orc and an... angel is about as much circuital diversity as I can put up with, so please carry on."
She follows the priest into his privet office, paying no heed to the looks she gets. Once in his rooms she takes a moment to test the chair then makes her mind up. Sat, it creaked a bit but took her weight. When tea is offered she takes it, the cup small in her hand.
"Nice blend" She comments, not really caring about why. When asked her name she says in reply "I am The Lady Rosa Luminass, a lord commander in Hounds of Hell." She sips some more tea.
Rosa feeling the wight lifting off her, steps back and lets the orc lift the lump out the way, She looks at the two elves as if to say. Just how did you do that?
My intro was a little awkward. It was fine, he's a good counter to Lil PC. A finely dresses elf and a dressed down one, makes for a nice image.One a planes hobo whose seen thing you would not believe and the other courtly dandy used to walking the halls of power and playing power politics with Elves and fey [Good luck with that one, fey game, shudder, give Rosa Hells politics any day]. It's good you both made PCs with great KN skills, that will help with Rosa. Poor Girl dose not get out much so knows very little of the prime now and resent gossip and news etc. Party face wise I think he will be great, Rosa kind of stands out and gives most the screaming heebeegeebes. :)
"Dead is good but What I want to know is what was it doing here in the 1st place?. You know I think after we have moved these rocks I would like to sit down and talk about what happened I have a feeling it will be most enlightening." As they get to the task Rosa makes no sounds as she aids with the lifting but she dose say. "It's always in situations like that that one could really do with the odd Half-Orc Barbarian. You don'y happen to have any on you do you?" She asks the two elves.
::"^$* there's another one, your collecting them girl":: Her sword says to her as Lefty comes up. She tapped it to shush. "Nice to meet you Lil and.. Lefty. So lets see if we can shift the last two rocks shall we." She moves to get a grip.
For was slender even think for all her height, but there was no mistaking he power in her as she hefts at the rocks.
In Rosa's view there is always and Elf queen someplace, ,mostly in green woods, hugging tress and being all flowers and tea party's. Being all wise and mysterious while sending others off on Prophecy's. Sorry one of Rosa's pet hates in flouncing elf nobility hehe
She looked at him a moment, well he will not be dull company. ::"I don't trust him, looks like a right panty sniffer if you ask me.":: her sword said into her mind, she ignored it and said. "You know I have a contract some place you could sign if you like, make that offer official" But she said this in a joking voice. She know very well here was no fool to be tricked out of his soul. "If not, no matter, but I will still take you up on your offer. But before we go on, You know who I am, now lets have your name shall we." She looks close to see how he he would act when he replayed.
I think Ill have Rosa knowing nothing about him, seems more fun that way. But as for his Queen, well she may know her. :)
Now most of the lager rubble had been broken up, Rosa calmed over it to where the elf was drinking.
To Rosa the elf seemed to be telling the truth, so she found a pew to sit on so they where are eye level. "Some gift, and you seem well informed elf, yes a lady in deed in some courts..." She let that hang, few know the courts of The Hells well. "But here, just Rosa is fine, And as for why I am here humm." She took out a small silver case, popping it open she took out a long thin cigar. Lighting it she takes a pull and lets a small amount to smoke out of her nostrils. The smell is sweat and unlike the vulgar whiff of tabasco this is something else. A mix if incense and brimstone. She looked at him to gage his response. "That has a lot to do with a large and aggressive red dragon who came to town not to long ago. Some would like to know why." Her words where open ended, she left them as such. If he know what is was then he probably know who had sent her. A large chaotic best running around would need a response from her superusers.
::"That elf's got a nice blade, cost a coin-or-to by the glint of it.":: Rosa said little but stopped a moment from rubble shifting to look the defter elf up and down. "Nice blade elf, where you one of the ones who fought the Red Dragon?" She bent back to shifting some of the larger rocks.
Rosa walked passed the gathering in the town center, she did no really care why they where all there. Looking like some kind of handouts or something. She was just not interested, being the size of a half giant she gets looks but as she seems to be heading to the cathedral no one really pays heed. Once at the cathedral she had a look around. She may not follow the other gods but one should always show respect. The big hole in the roof was not hard to miss. She looked over the 6 sections, Abadar, Desna, Erastil, Gozreh, Sarenrae, and Shelyn. Seems about right for a place like this with so many humans. She walked into the Gozreh area, and could see the large chucks stone and cement occupying the space where the pews used to be. She held out her hand and into it came her great sword. Grasping it formerly she held it high and then swung it down. Biting deep into the stone chunks and braking them down in size. Sparks flow and her hell blade left a trail of darkness. She the lumps got smaller, she picked them up and tossed them to one side. It was slow work but she kept at it. As she worked she called out. "Gozreh worshipers, come help me clear this mess" As some started to come, one talked to an older man with a short black beard, wearing a plain blue robe, and a small holy symbol of Desna. She got his name Father Zantus. She waited for him to come over and talk to her.
A very tall woman dressed in a well made Black, red and silver uniform followed a Caravan of crafts men and women into Sandpoint, she broke off from them as they headed to a makeshift work camp. She stopped and ignoring the looks of passers by glanced around what was left of the town. ::"Told you, a *&^& hole, stinks of fish and mortals.":: She said nothing back to her sword, which was affixed to her back not giving off dark vapors at the moment. Well the place was a mess that was for sour, thing was why where so many interested in this place. She court site of a church, well someone there would know something, best go find out. She set off that way.
SandPort: Now the road was better, well paved and traffic. There where looks, always where and a few challenges. Enlarge person could explain away the height and her clothing, well just a female Hell Knight Cleric. Yes a long way from home, but after the casting of magics finding no evil just laws she was let past and on her way. She had been walking along at a slow pace when two Caravan Guards rode past her, she looked back to see a long Caravan heading her way on the road. She stepped to one side. Faces looked at her, some with worry. "Where you headed?" She called out to a drover. "Sandport" Came the reply.
"What you doing?" She locked eyes with him on his mount. "Seems to me your a little light handed by way of protection, bad area this, bandits and such. Best I tag along and keep you all safe." She could see his mind working, then the spear went up and they rode back to the front. ::"Really caravan baby siting. Cant we just fly there?":: "Your really don't get it do you Contract. Look at the caravan what do you see?" ::"Mortals and stuff so what!":: "Builders and building tools its a caravan of stone workers. We know a big red had a play with the town, seems damage was done, Now its paying of rebuilding work. This place is a small out of the way fishing town. Yet a Red Dragon has sort it and now someone is paying for high cost building work and I have been ordered there. You getting it now?" ::"Someone of power and wealth has interest in this place.":: "Precisely" She followed the caravan all the way to Sandport, walking in with it to the town center.
On the Road: Rosa was sitting, she had found a nice large rock and was having a drink of Hell wine. The heat haze was all around and she felt happy she had picked this spot on the prime to start her trek to Sandport. She had liked the Cinderlands, it felt like home. Hot dry and mostly dead. really it would make a nice place for a longer brake. Her walk along what ever this old road was called had been fun, but now she was sitting and looking at trees. Large Twisted and dark green trees. A thick dark woods, spreading out before her. It was brooding even foreboding. Travelers daring to enter would be the pray of the evil and dark things in there. All manner of things. She could see a sign that even said that. ::"Why are we doing this again?":: Contract said to her "Orders that's way and stop complaining." She finished her drink, put the flask away. Standing she standing she stretched and then set off. The path was hard to follow and standing 10'6" meant she had to keep bending. She even used contract to cut her way passed some parts. Which means putting up with his endless complaining. As she cut a few trees complaining but stopped after she looked at them. A few things where not wise enough to know better attacked her, thinking she was lunch. It was short and bloody and her sword drank well. She thought yet another ghost had come for a chat. When She came across a bunch of Erastil followers facing off against a pack of werewolves.
Looking from the human and elf fighters to the wolf kin she waited an moment and said. "Sorry, did not mean to interrupt, please carry on. I'll just wait until your finished." It was interesting to see both sides thinking to themselves who they could be fighting, the other side or her. They seem to make thire minds up in the same instant and all turned to face her. She sighed, A few says later she walks out the forest, looking up at the blue sky. She checked her wayfinder and kept going on to sand port.
Asking an old Friend: The great gold Dragon, Drogondus was laying on a bed of gold and sipping tea from what looked to be a bathtub. "And that's all it said?" His voice boomed around the large cave like room at the center of his own, privet plane. "Yep" Rosa said, sipping her green tea and looking at the new paintings lining the walls. "Could be a prophecy, the high ups just needed to make up the numbers and feet your the one to send." She put her cup down and then puffed on her cigar. "Thought of that, might well be, had a look over the records but could find nothing. Nothing with this Sandpoint in anyway." Drogondus's great gold eyes blinked. "Well I did hear there was some trouble there a few days ago. A big red wen't to play smashy with the town. Seems it was sent packing, could be it." This was news to Rosa, mind you just about anything on the prime not related to work was news to her. She and Drogondus had unlikely friendship, he being a gold dragon and all, she being, well herself.
"Why do you trust me" She had once asked him, "Because your my enemy and as such I know what you will do, you and that sword of yours. Where as its always friends that let you down" She chuckled at that. Today she had come to ask his advice, he had claws all over the prime and if anyone could work out why she had been ordered to walk to a place with no explanation it would be him. "Could be a joke" He offered up. "That's what contract says, just the kind of thing he would like. But no, I think someone would have tipped me off it it was." The Dragon stretched looking up at the halls vast skylight. "Then gods if I know" He said. She sighed. "Well that's that then" He tuned his massive head at her and in a low voice said. "Could be a trap, you upset anyone of real power of late girl?" She had been thinking on that as well, upset no, but the hells don't need ,upset, to get you killed, when power was always the goal. "That as well has crossed my mind" She grinned. "You know you could always come to our side, we could use you. Get you a better sword than that grumpy old lag that you hall around." This again, he did it every time they meet. "You know why, we fight the same fight, you know just like I do thats out there, in the darkness the madness waits. Chaotic things of mindless , disorders. You don't want me on your team, Drogondus I will not be able to stop myself slapping the happiness the angels." She Chuckled again. "Always worth a try" She stood, "Thank you for seeing me Drogondus, I best go see what Contract's been doing in your antechambers. If you hear of anything let me know" The Gold Dragon nodded. "Will do Kido" It said, watching her go out the large doors. Well, well, well, Sandpoint, hummm... Drogondus, changed into a golden man and went to a desk.
The Mail: She was sitting in her inner office when she got the order. She had been reviewing case notes, a mage who has sold his soul had sort to hide in a cult of undead makers. It had been sent up to her because of two failed attempts to collect. She was just going over the latest report when her sword pipped up.
::"The Mail is here":: She sent to her mind, she could tell it was sulking from not being out for a while. All Hounds have Hell have a weapon linked to them, most go for maces or hammers. But she had taken a blade, she liked the way it felt in her hands. Once taken no other made weapon could be used. That was because a hound put over power and bind into it a lawful outsider, she had and it was now in there sulking. Their relationship was complicated, it kept her living but it also had power over her, just as she had power over it. For she know its true name. She put the file down and waved a hand. The office door opened and in came one of the office imps. Flying and and dropping a scroll on her into her hand. She opened it and read slowly, then read it again. Finally putting it down. "You know of a place called Sandpoint, it's on the prime in Varisia?" ::"No"::
Rosa ignored her wining blade, leaning back she took up a cigar and lit it slowly, looking away into the distance, thinking to herself. Then making up her mind she said. "Where going on a trip, overland, you on best behavior understood, this is not a normal mission." The sword said nothing, but she could tell from its darkness spilling off it. That is was darkly happy.
Hi GM, could we have the game play thread open, so we can dot it. We also seem to be missing some players hehe
That is a good point, be a lot more Roll play in not knowing each other which would be great fun to play out.
Rosa has been picked for another game, So pulling her out of contention :)
Thanks GM:
Rosa also has her own Demi-plan which is her office, which she would grant you all access too.
Note: Rosa always show as LN, but you may suspect thats off, how ever she IS far more Lawful than Evil. GM: I have changed her domains from Death to Knowledge, just to have her be less evil and dark. Altered her Dammed feats to pick up the slack.
Edit: too costly, the extra cost for counting as slotless items puts the beyond my budget. But it's nice to randomly check some others' sheets and catch good ideas like this one! O yes they cost, X2 price, so always best to pick carefully.
Humm Notes on Slots and items: I was countering the added cost with making them slotted and a single item per slot BUT just found this. which May mean removing the Tattoo idea all together. Altering Existing Magic Items
Not all Item Slots Have Equal Value: This is true, even though it isn’t expressed monetarily in the rules. Some item slots are very common and are shared by many useful items (boots, belts, rings, and amulets in particular), while some slots are used by only a few items (such as body, chest, and eyes). Allowing a character to alter or craft an item for one of these underused slots is allowing the character to bypass built-in choices between popular items. Some Abilities Are Assigned to Certain Slots: Some of the magic items in the standard rules are deliberately assigned to specific magic item slots for balance purposes, so that you have to make hard choices about what items to wear. In particular, the magic belts and circlets that give enhancement bonuses to ability scores are in this category—characters who want to enhance multiple physical or mental ability scores must pay extra for combination items like a belt of physical might or headband of mental prowess. If there is a trend of all items of a particular type using a particular slot (such as items that grant physical ability score bonuses being belts or items that grant movement bonuses being boots), GMs should be hesitant to allow you to move those abilities to other slots; otherwise, they ignore these deliberate restrictions by cheaply spreading out these items over unused slots. Classes Value Some Slots More Than Others: This is a combination of the two previous warnings. Because most belts enhance physical abilities, wizards rarely have need for standard belt items. This means a wizard can change an item that’s useful to wizards into a belt and not have to worry about a future slot conflict by discovering a wizardly magic belt in a treasure hoard. Likewise, fighters have little use for most standard head items, so altering an existing fighter item to use the head slot means it has little risk of competition from found head slot items. GMs should consider carefully before allowing you to bypass these intentional, built-in item slot restrictions. Respect Each Crafting Feat’s Niche: You might be tempted to create rings that have charges like wands, or bracers with multiple charge-based effects like staves. A GM allowing this makes Craft Wondrous Item and Forge Ring even more versatile and powerful, and devalues Craft Staff and Craft Wand because those two feats can create only charged items. Before allowing such an item, consider whether the reverse idea would be appropriate—if someone with Craft Wand can’t make a wand of protection +1 that grants a deflection bonus like a ring of protection +1 , and if someone with Craft Staff can’t make a handy haverstaff that stores items like a handy haversack, then Craft Wondrous Item and Forge Ring shouldn’t be able to poach item types from the other feats. GMs who wish to allow some of these sorts of alterations should consider using the original item as a talismanic component for the final item.
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