Hi, I'm going to have to drop out of recruitment for this just finding that i don't have the time to properly dedicate to my back story right now. Good luck with everything.
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“Run!!!” Blurry eyed Kalathar stared at the arrow that had so suddenly burst from his Father’s chest. “Kalathar listen to me you need to run now!!!” His father pushed himself to his feet groaning, blood matting the fur around his chin, he leaned against the axe he was using to chop trees, sap still dribbled down the blade. “I can only hold them so long.” Each breath was laboured as he raised a hand to Kalathar’s head, a second that felt like an eternity as they held one another’s gaze, “Go”. Kalthar turned and bolted through the trees, his father’s roar echoing behind him. It was his first time this deep in the forest but his instincts were honed from years of working in the tribe; his footsteps were virtually silent as he raced, long tail helping to keep balance and patchy dark brown fur for camouflage. He was free…that is until the arrow exploded from his shoulder in a torrent of fur and blood. He span with the impact and tumbled across the forest floor eventually coming to rest beneath a large patch of thorny grass and plants. Each pinprick was agony as he felt the poison enter his veins, he tried to scream but his tongue and lips were swollen allowing only a thin gurgling to escape, it didn’t matter any way it was too late for help, the darkness was already beginning to cloud his vision.
3 days and 3 nights later Kalathar awakened to light piercing the gloom, slowly he crawled out of his hiding place the ground cold and wet with fresh morning dew. Gingerly he stood and felt the wound that the arrow must surely have left, yet instead of deep gaping hole there appeared to be a waxy layer as if it had replaced the flesh that once grew there. Slowly he walked, somehow he knew that he was safe, somehow he knew that the forest had saved him, somehow he knew that it had saved him for a reason. “Blood for blood.” 2 years passed and Kalathar’s talents quickly developed, he found in himself a power that he never had before and for that he swore to protect that which saved him, even if it cost him his life in the process. Each morning Kalathar uses a knife to cut a small gash into a part of his body, just enough to draw a trickle of blood, then he takes several blades of grass and carefully crushes them into the wound. Once that is done he finally seals the wound with a small dribble of sap. “Blood for Blood. Life for Life." He never found the attackers in the woods or his father’s body, yet he does not dwell on the fact, one day the earth will take them as it takes everybody and that will be enough. He still carries his father's bow across his back but only uses it when the spells nature granted do not suit the nature of the task. Kalathar is viewed as one of the many eccentrics of the tribe and spends most of his waking hours wandering the woods, nobody knows what he does on his own all day but he always performs his duty for the tribe so nobody truly cares. He is always kind hearted and willing to lend a hand to those who need it, he is also slow to anger on most issues yet on matters that effect ‘his’ forest he has been known on several occasions to literally put to sleep any arguments. Even though Kalathar would never wish to leave his beloved forest he knew that this was a naive thought. Sometimes one had to make sacrifices. The forest was many things but invulnerable was not one of them. It relied on natural order to survive and of late Kalathar had felt a subtle change in the soil and the feel of grass between his claws. Sniffing at the slight breeze that gently caressed his cheek, his eyes slits as they stalk the rider slowly making his way to the elders tent. Slowly he kneels down and gently presses a paw against the cool soft earth, "Blood for blood." he vowed there and then to protect his forest and his tribe in whatever way was required. No matter where the path may lead. Slowly Kalathar stood and returned to the forest waiting for the summons that may or may not come. I have a rough draft up here, trying to add more personality and reasons to leave the forest etc. It is late here so that's the best I can do for now haha :P let me know if something doesn't make sense or just sounds silly.
Well I will take the opportunity to reapply with Kalthar I will begin work on editing the background and post here when he is done :)
Sorry to do this guys but my life has suddenly become very busy and I just don't have the time to run this game anymore. Thanks for giving me a chance though your all fantastic roleplayers. Beat of luck for the future
Kaedric's sword swings as if guided by a higher being, meeting little resistance as the Goblin crumples from Kaedric's onslaught. Father Zantus stares at Kaedric and Davorik, "My children. You have done me a great service today, truly Lady Luck has blessed me this day." He picks himself up and brushes down his robe and surveys the rest of the square before suddenly gasping "Mayor Deverin!!!" He runs to the unconscious woman and kneels by her side. Before you get a chance to react Sheriff Belor Hemlock strides into the square, "You four with me." He nods at Davorik "Good work, all of you. But it ain't over yet. I got reports of another group of Goblins harassing civilians not much further north from here. Apparently their leader may be there, ugly son of a b&#*!, goes by the name of Krugnuk rides one of those things they call dogs. Davorik your with me. Think your friends are willing to join us?"
The bolt releases from Mungo's crossbow and almost instantly the Goblin's shrieking is cut off. The goblin in the roof top sways momentarily before tumbling to the ground in a sickening crunch. The last Goblin sees his companion fall and turns to Davorik its eyes glinting with hatred, snarling the creature lunges forwards and attacks Davorik with its cruel looking sword. Attack: The Goblin swings savagely but Davorik quickly blocks the attack with his shield.
Mungo fires his crossbow but the bolt flies just wide of the Goblin, managing only to cause a few sparks as it strikes the ground. The Goblin on the rooftop sees Davorik and Kaedric cut two of his companions down, he releasing an ear piercing screech that somehow manages to form a mangled shout
Goblin:
Krugnuk!!! Longshanks and shortshanks are biting back!!!
Davorik attacks, the sun glints from his scimitar as chops through the neck of the unsuspecting Goblin, blood sprays in an arc as it falls to the ground. Kaedric charges in only moments after decapitating the second Goblin.
Thats no problem, don't worry about it :-) I am the same lately if I am honest :P I am glad google docs managed to work. I wasn't sure what to use that worked well with Apple. Kaedric feel free to post your surprise round action when you feel like it :-)
I can't seem to see character generation anywhere. Is it possible for you to post info on that please?
I have posted links for maps on Roll20, Dropbox and Google docs. Great to get feedback on which one works best for you guys :) Hopefully one will be viable for you Davorik.
As each of you prepares yourself for battle you manage to quickly glance around the soon to be battlefield. From the north east Father Zantus is crawling across the podium attempting to escape the two Goblins cruelly taunting him, laughing as a thrown stone strikes his face. To the north west one of the two Goblins that launched the attack has jumped from the building, a body lying motionless beside him, the one on the roof has a crude bow drawn. Behind you there is a clash of steel as the Sheriff attacks his nearest foe. Initiative:
Map Links: Map links are located below for Roll20, Google docs and dropbox.
"Rojer. He is more than a pet. He is the only true companion I have ever known." He smiles "I don't know what I would do if I lost him." Suddenly a sharp retort, like the crack of distant thunder, slices through the excited crowd as the sun’s setting rays paint the western sky. A stray dog that has crawled under a nearby wagon to sleep starts awake, and the buzz of two dozen conversations quickly hushes as all heads turn toward the central podium, where a beaming Father Zantus has taken the stage. He clears his throat, takes a breath to speak, and suddenly a woman’s scream slices through the air. A few moments later, another scream rises, then another. Beyond them, a sudden surge of strange new voices rises—high-pitched, tittering shrieks that sound not quite human. The crowd seemingly as one turns to stare at the roof of a nearby house where two Goblin's stand, the body of a brown haired dog held above them. A shrieking laughter escapes their lips as they launch the dog into an already fleeing crowd. Aldern's face simultaneously turns red with fury and white with shock as he whispers his dogs name "Rojer." He draws a dagger and charges quickly into the fleeing crowd. As he disappears you can hear screams coming from the direction of the podium.
I was just wondering how you guys would like to run combat? if anyone has any good ideas that help quicken the pace that would be great. I was also thinking of putting maps on a site called Roll20 which is basically a VTT that allows you to move your characters on the actual map etc. Would you guys be interested in something like that?
Aldern smiles as Gilly talks "Yes I guess no one would notice anything on a day like this." He keeps his eyes on Gilly as he replies to Davorik and Mungo "He's a big dog. Proper as you say, light brown fur perfectly groomed. Bright eyes, you would know if you'd seen him." He diverts his gaze from Gilly as Kaedric questions him "I don't know much about the lower regions of Sandpoint, you would be better off questioning the Sheriff about these matters...or perhaps some more of the unsavoury sort if you take my meaning." He looks thoughtful for a second "Or you might want to talk with Brodert Quink. Crazy in my opinion but he seems to think he knows about what was here before Sandpoint."
I have Kalathar's character sheet completed available here:
Here is his backstory just to have everything in one place: Background:
“Run!!!” Blurry eyed Kalathar stared at the arrow that had so suddenly burst from his Father’s chest. “Kalathar listen to me you need to run now!!!” His father pushed himself to his feet groaning, blood matting the fur around his chin, he leaned against the axe he was using to chop trees, sap still dribbled down the blade. “I can only hold them so long.” Each breath was laboured as he raised a hand to Kalathar’s head, a second that felt like an eternity as they held one another’s gaze, “Go”. Kalthar turned and bolted through the trees, his father’s war cry echoing behind him. It was his first time this deep in the forest but his instincts were honed from years of working in the tribe; his footsteps were virtually silent as he raced, long tail helping to keep balance and patchy dark brown fur for camouflage. He was free…that is until the arrow exploded from his shoulder in a torrent of fur and blood. He span with the impact and tumbled across the forest floor eventually coming to rest beneath a large patch of thorny grass and plants. Each pinprick was agony as he felt the poison enter his veins, he tried to scream but his tongue and lips were swollen allowing only a thin gurgling to escape, it didn’t matter any way it was too late for help, the darkness was already beginning to cloud his vision.
3 days and 3 nights later Kalathar awakened to light piercing the gloom, slowly he crawled out of his hiding place the ground cold and wet with fresh morning dew. Gingerly he stood and felt the wound that the arrow must surely have left, yet instead of deep gaping hole there appeared to be a waxy layer as if it had replaced the flesh that once grew there. Slowly he walked somehow he knew that he was safe, somehow he knew that the forest had saved him, somehow he knew that it had saved him for a reason. “Blood for blood.” 2 years passed and Kalathar’s talents quickly developed, he found in himself a power that he never had before and for that he swore to protect that which saved him, even if it cost him his life in the process. Each morning Kalathar uses a knife to cut a small gash into a part of his body, just enough to draw a trickle of blood, then he takes several blades of grass and carefully crushes them into the wound. Once that is done he finally seals the wound with a small dribble of sap. “Blood for Blood. Life for Life. Brother, Father we are one in this plight.” He never found the attackers in the woods or his father’s body, yet he does not dwell on the fact, one day the earth will take them as it takes everybody and that will be enough. He still carries his father's bow across but only uses it when the spells nature granted do not suit the nature of the task. Kalathar is viewed as one of the many eccentrics of the tribe and spends most of his waking hours wandering the woods, nobody knows what he does on his own all day but he always performs his duty for the tribe so nobody truly cares. He is always kind hearted and willing to lend a hand to those who need it, he is also slow to anger on most issues yet on matters that effect ‘his’ forest he has been known on several occasions to literally put to sleep any arguments. I also have a bit of a description the spells, what they look like when cast. spells:
Colour Spray: Thousands of different coloured petals burst from Kalthar's hands in a spray of colour of light. They disappear once the spell is over.
Mage Armour: Strips of wood burst from his fingertips and wrap themselves around Kalthar to form one single piece of armour. It does not inhibit his movements in any way and acts in exactly the same way as Mage Armour apart from the spell is more visual. Let me know if you would prefer his details in an alias or if you have any questions.
I have decided on a Sorcerer with the Verdant(Plant life) Bloodline. I haven't fully finished the character yet but here is the jist to his background. Kind of want to get the feeling that he is a protector of nature ;) Anyway if you let me know what you think of the background and if you need more info etc. I will get the character crunch up soon as. Kalathar's Background: “Run!!!” Blurry eyed Kalathar stared at the arrow that had so suddenly burst from his Father’s chest. “Kalathar listen to me you need to run now!!!” His father pushed himself to his feet groaning, blood matting the fur around his chin, he leaned against the axe he was using to chop trees, sap still dribbled down the blade. “I can only hold them so long.” Each breath was laboured as he raised a hand to Kalathar’s head, a second that felt like an eternity as they held one another’s gaze, “Go”. Kalthar turned and bolted through the trees, his father’s war cry echoing behind him. It was his first time this deep in the forest but his instincts were honed from years of working in the tribe; his footsteps were virtually silent as he raced, long tail helping to keep balance and patchy dark brown fur for camouflage. He was free…that is until the arrow exploded from his shoulder in a torrent of fur and blood. He span with the impact and tumbled across the forest floor eventually coming to rest beneath a large patch of thorny grass and plants. Each pinprick was agony as he felt the poison enter his veins, he tried to scream but his tongue and lips were swollen allowing only a thin gurgling to escape, it didn’t matter any way it was too late for help, the darkness was already beginning to cloud his vision.
3 days and 3 nights later Kalathar awakened to light piercing the gloom, slowly he crawled out of his hiding place the ground cold and wet with fresh morning dew. Gingerly he stood and felt the wound that the arrow must surely have left, yet instead of deep gaping hole there appeared to be a waxy layer as if it had replaced the flesh that once grew there. Slowly he walked somehow he knew that he was safe, somehow he knew that the forest had saved him, somehow he knew that it had saved him for a reason. “Blood for blood.” 2 years passed and Kalathar’s talents quickly developed, he found in himself a power that he never had before and for that he swore to protect that which saved him, even if it cost him his life in the process. Each morning Kalathar uses a knife to cut a small gash into a part of his body, just enough to draw a trickle of blood, then he takes several blades of grass and carefully crushes them into the wound. Once that is done he finally seals the wound with a small dribble of sap. “Blood for Blood. Life for Life. Brother, Father we are one in this plight.” He never found the attackers in the woods or his father’s body, yet he does not dwell on the fact, one day the earth will take them as it takes everybody and that will be enough. Kalathar is viewed as one of the many eccentrics of the tribe and spends most of his waking hours wandering the woods, nobody knows what he does on his own all day but he always performs his duty for the tribe so nobody truly cares. He is always kind hearted and willing to lend a hand to those who need it, he is also slow to anger on most issues yet on matters that effect ‘his’ forest he has been known on several occasions to literally put to sleep any arguments.
I am very interested :) I will have a think and see what I can come up with. I am thinking possibly a sorcerer.
"Well no wonder Desna has chosen you. Exquisite is an understatement" A tall, ruggedly handsome human is leaning against the wall staring intensely at Gilly, his eyes are a washed out blue, almost grey colour. He flashes a smile revealing perfectly straight and perfectly white teeth, before brushing the creases from his blazer and bright blue waistcoat. He steps forward swinging his thick and shiny brown hair from his eyes and holds out a manicured hand to Gilly "Aldern Foxglove, fellow... traveler at your service." He stares a little longer before shaking himself and addressing the rest of the group "Well maybe not traveler but I could certainly make the trip from Magnimar for such a fine... event. Especially since that business with the 'Chopper' is over." He flashes another smile, "Anyway sorry to interrupt I was just wondering if you happened to have seen my dog? Finest creature to have walked these streets."
I am interested and can play after six on a Wednesday or Thursday and I am quite flexible on a Sunday. I am from the UK so times are GMT for me :) Maybe looking at playing some kind of druid or ranger :D
I can make a Wednasday or Thursday but I completely understand if running a second group is to much to handle :-)
I'm from the UK aswell and quite interested however I cannot play on a saturday :(
Late afternoon generally works for me, depending on the day and how late in the afternoon :P I can probably play till around 11ish on the night.
Davorik and Gilly enter the queue to a series of light hearted giggling, after a few minutes of waiting you eventually reach the food counter where Ameiko smiles broadly "Gilly so nice to see you again!!! I hoped you would come to town. Here take this!!!" She piles a plate with spiced salmon and hands it to Gilly, "Come by the Rusty Dragon later and I will have a room sorted if you plan to stay? I see you met another of the local law keepers." She quickly turns to Gilly's companion and hands him a large plate piled with food "Davorik if I remember right, a man in your profession needs all the food he can get." She flashes a smile and winks.
You guys will be perfectly fine... ;) I think sometimes it creates more opportunities for role playing and solving problems where you can't find an immediate solution :P
I am more for the roleplay aswell :D Although I haven't had much experience in the player seat :P Story wise I like to have a mix of dark and heroic fantasy :D
Got the first Gameplay post up :) Feel free to post when you want :D
As you enter the town of Sandpoint you notice the mirror on the wall around the gate and the sign hanging above it See yourself as we see you. As you pass beneath the walls a short women dressed in a green and blue dress quickly wanders over brushing her long brown hair from her eyes, she barely takes a moment to see if she recognises you before bursting into conversation “Welcome to Sandpoint. I’m Mayor Deverin and this...” she swings her arms wide “is the Swallowtail festival.” The air is crisp with the first day of autumn as the cacophony of singing and laughter hit you, the square before the church is filled with merchants selling goods, townsfolk revelling in the free food, ale and wine. One stand offers Peppercorn Venison while another spoons, Lobster Chowder into a bowl, yet clearly the main attraction is the curry spiced salmon served by beautiful woman, long black hair braided with brightly coloured string, lightly tanned skin perfectly complimenting her sapphire eyes. As you wander you somehow end up in a quieter part of the square, there you notice three other people standing with you...
I understand about the crunch stuff, takes a little while to enter everything into the alias. It would be nice to get Vital stats into a spoiler at the top or bottom of the page if you don't mind. Just makes things a little easier for me when combat occurs etc. :)
I would be interested aswell, UK player here aswell. I have been playing pathfinder for about a year but my gaming group has recently disbanded. I have a fair amount of experience with roll 20 have used it to DM and play in a couple of one shots. I could play Wednesday, Thursday or Fridays as long as they are evenings during the week and a Sunday on the weekend. I would be happy to be a player of GM depending on what everyone elses preferences are. I am by no means a veteran though :P
If anyone would like to change their characters in anyway please feel free to do so, just let me know before hand ;)
Thankyou everyone for your character submissions there has been some great work here. The chosen characters are as follows: Please head over to the discussion thread when you get a chance. :D I will get the game started as soon as possible and at the latest this Saturday.
Hi everyone I look forward to playing with you :D Please check in with your characters when you get a chance. This will be the OOC thread for the campaign. If everyone could also make it easy for me to access your vital stats, such as HP, initiative and AC that would be great. Shamlyn
I am going to give recruitment another day or so to decide any last minute characters are welcome :P Thankyou for the great submissions so far!!!
Wow fantastic submissions already :D I have been having a quick look around the boards and noticed that, especially for an adventure path there are a lot of applicants with only a few been able to be taken. This is an incredible shame so I have decided that if there is enough interest I may be willing to run Two separate games of RotRL. I have looked through about half of the characters and I will run through the other half later when I have a little more time. Of course I would prefer if no one knew anything about what happens in the story of RotRL but because of the nature of a PbP I will not hold it against anybody who has played so far into the campaign to find it died or who wants to run it in real life. I will get back to looking through characters when I get a chance :D
Hi, The coastal town of Sandpoint has faced few trials and dangers over the course of its forty-two year history, but unfortunately, that is all about to change. Unknown to the town’s founders, they chose to build their community over the ruins of an ancient stronghold once used as laboratory and prison, a place where horrific experiments and unholy explorations into what divides man from monster took place. These are the Catacombs of Wrath, one of several such sites used by Runelord Alaznist’s apprentices during Thassilon’s height, a place where arcanists explored and perfected the stolen arts of lifeshaping and fleshwarping. When Thassilon fell, these catacombs went dormant, but the one buried under Sandpoint was not fated to stay that way. I am starting recruitment for 4 players for a PbP of Rise of the Runelords. Stats can be generated as follows: I require a completed character sheet and a short background saying why you are in Sandpoint. I would also like players who would attempt to make at least one post a day as I will do my best to do so. I am aiming to close recruitment and get started as soon as possible but obviously I understand that it takes time to create a character. |