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To be honest in Ultimate Campaign->Campaign Systems->Magic Item Creation it says

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A typical magic shop earns about 3 gp per day, or perhaps 4—5 gp per day if a skilled owner PC directly participates in running the business. Because magic items are very expensive (with the most common potions costing 50 gp or more, far higher than what most commoners can afford), this income represents many days where the business sells nothing, followed by selling one or two high-priced items, which averages out to a few gp of profit per day. In other words, just because you can craft one +1 longsword each day doesn't mean you're likely to sell one each day in your shop.

We can deduct a whole set of information from such description; for example a good wizard is likely to sell the equivalent of one +1 longsword in a year.

One thing that is clear is that an item-selling-wizard works a few days a year actually crafting or scribing, around 90% of the time he is instead studying, researching or doing plain nothing. So to him the cost of the sword he is crafting for my character is simply 8 hours per 1k gp. No added cost, no taxes, no vat, no risk.
This is what I would call a "lengthly or complicated task"

Is that hard to admit that somebody would use his specific skills for a couple of days just to help a friend? I mean, last year a friend of mine got married, I spent a week (not continuously) to build a website for the occasion. With a couple of friends we also spent 3 weekend brewing a few batches of beer to be opened on the day. That was skilled craft, done for free (actually I even paid the raw material but they werent that expensive). Am I the only one that would do so?


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Male hp: 45/45; AC:17/14-ff16/14-tch10; F+7, R+4, W+5; Initiative 0, Perception +5

When the mealing is reaching its natural end, and the people are starting to relax, Norton catches the younger boys eyes pleading for the promised story.
"Alright, alright" he says standing up "No need to look at me like hungry puppies, I'll tell you the story..."

"You all well know the monster that called himself the stag lord..." Norton takes the stag helm from Green possessions to impersonate the foe, and steps on a bench to gain a more imposing stature. "… how he liked to torture people and kidnap small children, since its favorite dish was infant liver stewed with dehydrated goat eyes. You might even know how he came to be, and how he, and his old and maddened father, recruited an hoard of half-demon men to plague this land, cause he could only found his pleasure in warm dropping tears from the poor people."

Short pause to let everyone remember some personal frightening fact about the stag lord.

"BUT!!!" he cries to drag people attention back to his telling "This is not that story, this is a story you never heard, a story that has not yet been told since the clamor of its battle has not yet faded between the very same walls which witnessed it."
The cavalier removes the helm, jumping down the bench and changing is tone in a more conspirator tone.
"And you can believe me to speak the truth, as I was there, blessed by the gods to outlive such events."

"It was..." he resumes with a stronger attitude "…a fine day, the sun had raised to find a cart wagon approaching the obscure fort, but the two solitary figures couldn't see it: the fort was always surrounded by a foggy atmosphere, like the ground itself was exhaling sins. The small wagon came to the gates, which were surrounded by spikes and threatening carves"
"-Who are you that dare come to hell on earth?- thundered a voice from the top of the wall. -I… I br… I bring… offers… for… for… the Lord.- answered a trembling and insecure voice. Rest assured these were the exact words that were spoken, and what you just heard was the exact voice that spoke them, as it was me, disguised..." Norton pulls part of his cloak to hid his face in a dramatic posture "A small kid… you sir..." Norton walks behind Furiel "Because, if you have been listening closely I have already said there were two figures on the wagon, and one…" Norton elicits with a gesture of his hand that Furiel was the other figure …one was a very small one.
"-A kid?- cried the voice -We haven't seen one in a long time, bring it in, the Lord will be pleased.- and as he commanded, without a sound, the gate opened as moved by its own will."

At this point Norton casually reaches for some water to drink, letting a bigger pause sink in, waiting to the point the audience fears he might not resume his narration.

"Inside the sight and smell were dreadful. The stench and the fumes seemed to draw wounds straight into my lungs, and seeing bones, whether of animals or not I can't honestly tell, scattered on the muddy ground I almost faltered. And I would have, damn, who am I fooling... I wouldn't even have been there if I had to go in alone."
"But a trap had just sprung. Like the flickering bait you can use to fish trouts, the kid disguise was just as such. Blinded by their own hunger, fooled by the same meanness that was granting them power, the evils where headed for their destruction."
Again Norton shifts to a softer tone as he were telling a secret "Me and my little friend here" he points at Furiel again "We were not alone in that mission. Silently hidden in that special cart" and now the man walks behind Green and Ta' letting non verbal language telling part of the story "There were pretty powerful allies. They had endured the cramped accommodation…" here the storyteller makes a comic relief pause before diving in the gruesomer part, and standing right behind Green says "You know, trying to squeeze somebody into a tiny hiding place could be an epic adventure by itself"

"So, while the wrongdoers were distracted by the thought of a succulent children soup, our heroes moved to place, and suddenly a roar erupted from the cart." Norton jumps on the table swinging a chicken leg and mimicking the raging barbarian in a mix of heroic and funny way.
"The bandits, paralyzed by the terror and surprise are slow to react. I see the heads of those near the cart flow away in one single blow, and me myself makes short work of other two." Norton stabs the air with the piece of meat "To my surprise, as they fall their body become stiff and they crumble like dry mud. But I have no time to investigate, a third one, gnashing his teeth is already upon me, the surprise is finished and they started to react. On top of that from above death dropped on us in the form of lethal arrows."

"Somebody needed to get on the roof and stop the archer: I glanced at the situation around me and see that we are all engaged in combat, the big green man is being assaulted by so many opponents they are literally climbing on his shoulders to get him down. The lady you can see sitting quietly there was confronting two men and an owlbear at the same time. If you don't believe me come to the fort yourself and see: the fierce creature is still there, alive and subdued. The little kid, that, truth to be told, is a powerful wizard, was already engaged in a fierce magical battle with the old madman, around them was all sparks and lightning. I was left the nearest to the stairs, so as I got free of my opponent I ran for the roof to deal with the archer. -Drop your weapon and I'll spare your life!- I shouted, confident that a sword is a no match for a bowman, but the archer turns my side and, as he does so, his frame seems to grow to a staggering height. That was no common archer, that was the Stag Lord himself.

Dramatic pause before the epic conclusion

You can understand my surprise and my astonishment. I was right in front of the beast, I nearly lost my footing, and all my surviving instincts were yelling to run. But I couldn't, everybody was doing their part. Could I match an owlbear, or a necromancer? Or stand firm between twenty opponents at once? Surely not; sure as sure was I couldn't face the Stag Lord alone and not fear for my life to end that very same day. But, by fate, I was dealt that undertaking and, if I wanted that mission to have not been for nothing, I had to do my part.

"The monster came at me, smiling, crazed by his own power. I could literally do nothing than dodge his impressive blows, but my space was running small" Norton, still on the table, enacts a fight where he is cornered on one side. "He is closing on me, but at least he is not shooting arrows at my friends anymore. That was my only consolation: maybe I can distract him long enough the others can regroup and come after him."

"Well" he speaks with less drama in his voice "As I can tell you this story today, my luck exceeded even the greatest expectations of mine."

Then the narrative starts again "I might have evaded a couple blows more that I had expected, because I was there, my ears engulfed by the swearing of the vile enemy, and shards and splinters fly all around me from the wood the blows were shattering, when I heard a roar dominate every other sound. The Green man had dealt with every single enemy that had the nerve to engage him and now the battle against evil looks much less grimm."

"But that wasn't enough, two of us against such hellspawn and we were still facing a probable defeat. But while evil works alone, and alone dies, the goods in heart can always count on their friends to come to aid. Suddenly I found myself glowing in a mystical light and felt so strong I could lift an ox. But that was not the end of it: a couple of eagles magically appeared and attacked the Stag Lord, aiming for the eyes. The spellcaster had dealt with their threats and were now able to aid us. The Stag Lord was distracted" Norton voice get excited "His filthy hands raised trying to get rid of the eagles so he leaves his chest and belly unguarded, and is there that we stroke!"
"Once!" Norton stabs the air fiercely.
"Twice!" another stab.
"Thrice, we must hit him before he falls to his knee, still breathing though, that monster."
"I can't be sure on the number, but not less than ten might lunges were needed to extinguish the life in his body, but at last, covered in blood, ours, as well as his, he fell on the ground and was still."

I'll just take 20 on this : )
Oratory: 20 + 14 = 34


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Male hp: 45/45; AC:17/14-ff16/14-tch10; F+7, R+4, W+5; Initiative 0, Perception +5

I don't have any lingustic ranks, but maybe Knowledge could be used to understand what language it is. Is that possible?


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a 30/40+ server for us, old timers, that used to play with computer games with a joystick and one button, and still feel uncomfortable with 12 buttons joypads, hot keys and 90% of the jargon posted in these threads?


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1) Meaningful high charisma playable characters - City founders, lords

2) Non quest advancements for who wants to be but a Hero

3) Players created content/NPC - you can be a city builder, or a dungeon builder

These are for who can't play huge amounts of time and still be able to play in a significant way