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*Sigh* bumping to mark as inactive again.


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So is the game dead again?


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I'm not too concerned about it. Write away.


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I will send my thoughts in a PM.


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I'll be honest with you, it's not a good sign if a GM disappeared from the boards for a long time without warning. But while that may scare away some players, there are certainly many more who don't mind.


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I vote for number 1. I certainly don't want to play more than one character when I'm focusing one roleplaying over rollplaying, and I would like a party size of 4.


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Ryder slowly raises his hands, trying not to look threatening. Not an easy feat for a scarred up giant of a man. "Easy now old man, let's just talk..."


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"Oi, I think that the man is off in town buying feed. We should wait for him to get back. Don't want to intrude on his priva..." He looks at Kevos breaking in. "Or that."


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"Hmm. Nobody home it seems." Ryder slips around the building, taking a look around for any people or for any signs of where they might have gone. He also sees if they have horses in the stables.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28


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Could you give us a recap of what's going on?


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Bumping to mark as active again.


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Bumping to mark inactive. Please PM me if this gets moving again.


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Is this game still alive?


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We haven't heard from the GM in a very long time. I hope everything is ok.


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Ryder grunts. "Nothing wrong with enjoying a drink or two when you have the time, but you can't let it get in the way of your responsibilities. He that kind of man?" He inquires of the old man.


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Sense Motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11

Ryder just shakes his head at the whole situation. I don't blame you. A goblin paladin.


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Ryder looks around in confusion. He didn't even know where to start and this town was confusing him already. "So, uh, where should we go? Into the marketplace maybe, ask some questions?"


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Ryder nods as the last of their party arrived. "Good. Let's get on the road then." He flicks a copper to the merchant and takes a carrot, munching on it as they take to the road. "Think I might go scout ahead."


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I'll be umpiring a tournament this weekend, but we have an on-on-off rotation so I'll be available every few hours on my phone.


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Ryder breathes out slowly. Well that wasn't so bad. He adjusts his hat to protect him from the blistering sun, then takes on his surroundings. He gives a slack jawed grin at the merchant, which ends up looking more menacing than inviting. Then he frowns and looks around again. "Where's that little goblin at?"


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As Ryder walks in and sees the teleportation circle, his heart starts pounding. They wouldn't do nothin' to you like this. If they meant you harm they wouldn't go to this kind of trouble. He swallows the lump in his throat and slowly steps into the circle after Kevos, trying to mask his fear of the unknown magic behind a slight sneer.


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Sounds good to me DM.


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"Teleportation?" Ryder says, a little uncomfortable with the notion. I suppose it's the fastest way. He nods and ducks outside.


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Ryder shrugs. "Sorry chief, wasn't told nothin'." He chews on the idea for a moment.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15

Assuming nothing seems off...

Ryder scratches at his stubble and nods. "I understand the danger involved. Work has to get done by somebody, might as well be somebody who can handle themselves. I'd say fair warning and proper compensation is fair. I'm in."


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Ryder quietly watches the long-coated man walk in, eyebrow raises when he suddenly notices them. Long day. His hand twitches on his pistol when the gargoyle moves and he mutters a curse under his breath. Damned magic. With a scowl he relaxes as Daniel starts talking.

Ryder extends a hand to Daniel. "Nice to meet you Mr.Peterson." He gives a quizzical look at the wayfinder in his hand. "Heard about these, useful little tools. So what's the job?"


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The lean, towering mean stands in the corner, ducking to avoid one of the rafters. He looks like a man who has been boiled down to nothing but gristle, with pocks and scars across his face and hands. Lanky blank hair falls down freely to his shoulders and it looks like his left ear was half-bitten off some years ago.

He was already a little wary of the goblin, but now this crazy old man was inside and they were talking to each other like a pair of wizards. World's gone crazy. He bites his tongue, knowing that he's new to this game and he ought to keep his mouth shut on such matters. Savage, eh? Bet I'll even the odds for him. The man gives a grunt to get some attention and speaks in a husky voice. "Ryder Craw." Two sleek pistols are on his belt, which he absentmindedly plays with.


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Woohoo, excited to get started! I agree with all comments about ooc commentary.

So Ryder is trying to break his callous, unlawful streak. Him hearing about the Pathfinder Society would get his interest, since they are an organization that is considered good, pays well, and takes on strange individuals. It would be his first venture into civilized work, so he would be hired help to be an enforcer and survivalist. But as the callous man he seemed to be the Pathfinder Society was reluctant to take him on, but the Chtonian Chroniclers (for some reason) jumped at the opportunity.

How does that sound?