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Is there a door in the doorway or is it open?

"They didn't fare as well as we did."
Stephen equips his shield and heads down the corridor to the aft of the ship.

Well, we can't explore under the city till we have someplace safe to put the bird-horse. I say we go into the ship, since we're here anyways.

I still think the enemy survivors are our biggest problem right now. I can't see any down here. Should we try to pursue them or try and find a way off of this city?"

Man the site is running slooooow.
Stephen climbs up to the hole the ship created and peers into the fortification.
Per: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14

Stephen smiles at Sunny and steps out onto the pipe. "I prefer to keep my feet on the...ground."
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (20) + 12 = 32

"I wonder where everyone is. They couldn't have been conquered. Empty space is the best wall." Stephen looks out at the clouds looming down over the city. "Looks like the storm is coming for round two."

I guess if we're all headed towards the other ship, we're just following behind Jak.

"We should head towards the other vessel. Take the battle to them. We don't know what's here, if anything. What do you three think?"

Stephen watches the entryway while he waits for the others to sort themselves out. "All this glass doesn't do much for moving stealthily. We should move as soon as everyone is ready. Anything that lives here knows we have arrived."

"Don't go flying around. We don't know what's out there. Could be snipers. We don't know what's in here, for that matter. Let's worry about our immediate surrounding first." Stephen looks towards the wreckage. "That's not gonna...explode, is it?"

"Am I armed? You know I'm not. Did you hit your head?"

Stephen is thrown forward of the bow as the ship impacts the island. He does his best to tuck and roll, but mostly just ends up sliding gracelessly along the ground on his shield. He doesn't seem injured, and the other ship doesn't seem to be in sight. Checking his immediate surroundings for any threats, he makes his way towards the voice.
People were not meant to fly.

I should be all ready to go. I went with Unchained rogue. If that is a problem please let me know and I'll make a few changes.

I was hoping to be good people. Pirates will work but it's an evil empire we're fighting, if that's ok. In which case just call me Han

I agree. When yall say "pirate" are you talking about the Han Solo type of "pirate" or the chaotic evil type of pirate?

A tall man stands at the bow of the ship, steadying himself on the railing and looking rather calm considering the circumstances. He doesn't appear to carry any weapon, just a large shield. He's handsome, with short blond hair and a powerful build. He carries himself like a soldier, always looking around for some unseen threat.

Stephen glimpses something as the ship plummets through the clouds. That's an odd place to put a city.

Maybe. How about something like:

Name of character; alignment gender race class (archetype) X
- extra tidbits

Stephen Rogerson; LG male human Brawler (Mutagenic Mauler/Shield Champion) - Makes sure the team won't go too far off the deep end/punches things.

Here is an old campaign he was in if you want to know more about him.

Put Captain America Andoran on the flying city! Shield Champion/Mutagenic Mauler brawler.

"Skilless games are my specialty!" Stephen snatches up the dice and throws them. "Hmm. Dice must be enchanted to not work for beautiful people"

Dice: 1d6 ⇒ 3 Dice: 1d6 ⇒ 6 Dice: 1d6 ⇒ 5

"Cyphergate? Is that the big arch I sailed under when I got here? I thought it was a bridge. Huh. But what do the birds think of it? Animals know things, they can predict earthquakes and stuff. If birds sit on the gate it's probably OK." Like the Blot, Stephen isn't concerned with the gate. But maybe all the reports of infernal forces in the city have something to do with it. He'd have to research it further.

Stephen Rogerson wrote:

"But what's really important is... what is this tournament everyone is talking about?"

Garridan looks up at the new comer, and keeps looking up, Wow that's a big one. Modding his head in agreement with Turt he adds, Gambling, we're talking about gambling at the Gold Goblin tonight" Waving toward an empty chair, "I didn't catch your name friend, have as seat."

"Thanks. I'm Steve." He takes a seat, dropping his pack, shield, and cloak behind him and leans towards Ederin. "Devil game?" That sounds like a hell of a good time. Hah!" Stephen groans internally. He hates puns. "I'd like to see someone try and cheat me. Even a devil." He slams his large fists together with a crack. "You all sure are interested in this Silver Goblin, sounds like you're all goin' there and your friends are already there. That all there is to do in this town? I just kinda wandered in, lookin' for some cold water. Is there some kinda' amazing prize up for offer?"

@Steve I knew I should have made a billionaire, playboy, philanthropist in heavy armor :)

:) Gonna have to really stretch that 250 gold.

Looks good. What’s in there that’s not on my list? Nothing sprang to mind when I looked. Also, pepper a few people in your background maybe, it’s a little cold. Was there a commander you looked up to? A fellow recruit? A lost love?

It's all on AON, but most of it's not from Core/ACG/Unchained.

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"That sounds extraordinarily dangerous! Did you intervene? I don't blame you if you didn't! You should consider reporting the creature. I can't say to who though. Come to think of it you have, just now. Telling us is probably as good as telling anyone. Well done!

"Hah!" Stephen exclaims. "Would you have? The mosq-eagle was bigger than you!" He then claps Turt on the shoulder and grins. "Thank you, thank you, but I've been traveling for quite some time and was really hoping for some cold water. I guess I'll take warm water." He drinks his water slowly, contemplating the things the others are saying around him. He doesn't care about the Blot, that's far beyond his scope of knowledge and pay grade. "The Blot is fine, I don't see what everyone is worried about. Think about it! The Blot lives in the sky. Birds live in the sky. The birds would know if it was bad and would leave. But I just saw a bird murdered by a mosq-eagle, so they obviously haven't left. Q-E-D, the Blot is fine." His grin indicates he is immensely pleased with his logic. "But what's really important is... what is this tournament everyone is talking about?"

I’d love to play in this, I’m really interested in things that lie deep below the surface of Golarion. I’d like to submit this character. He was built for a Tears at Bitter Manor campaign that sadly died before it finished. He was a lot of fun to play and I’ve been looking for another opportunity to do that. He’s been de-leveled to one, and since we’re starting at level one I’ve changed his backstory to make him a fresh recruit, trying to become an Eagle Knight. I haven’t linkified everything, but I put descriptions next to abilities and stuff for now. Let me know if you have any questions. I chose a lot of stuff outside of sources you specifically listed, I don’t think anything super exotic but let me know if anything doesn’t jive. Mechanically he’ll never be a super-powerhouse. I’m building him pretty much for the Captain Andoran flavor so he won’t be a good candidate for nuke tag. But he stood his ground well enough in the TABM campaign. I already have the players guide so I already worked the trait I chose into Caps background.

I’ll add more background and stuff later. Just wanted to get an initial submission in.

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A very tall, broad shouldered figure enters the pub and shakes the rain from brown and green cloak tightly wrapped around his body. He stands at the entryway for a few moments, his piercing blue eyes taking in the room. He immediately notices the rather odd collection of races present, but nothing looks immediately dangerous.
Guess cities like this attract all types. Relax, it's just a pub and you're not supposed to look like a soldier anyways.
The man visibly relaxes and pulls off his hood and the scarf he was using to keep the mosquitos from his face to reveal a handsome, blonde young man.
"I swear I just saw a mosquito the size of an eagle kill an eagle the size of an eagle. This place is crazy!" He makes his way to the bar and leans heavily on it. "Sorry for taking so much space." He says to no one in particular as he indicates his pack and the large shield that was keeping the rain off it. "Haven't found a place to stay yet. Just got here. Good sir, do you have anything colder than the ambient temperature to...well!" Stephen pretends to notice for the first time the people gathering in the pub. "Is your clientele always this...varied?"

I'm so sad.

I was in the same Tears at Bitter Manor game that Stephen Rogerson was in, and it was fantastic fun. I'm not applying for this one myself, but I'll second Stephen's application- his character was super cool and fun to play with.

=) It won't be the same without ya, Raf.

This character's all updated to submission specs. Let me know if you have any concerns.

I started playing in a PBP Tears at Bitter Manor game almost a year ago, but it fell apart once we hit level six. I'd love to give it another go. Here's Captain Andoran. I'll de-level him and make a couple changes and post his updated build. Mutagenic Mauler/Shield Champion.

I hate moving so much. SK is really nice, though. Good luck with your new life. Thanks for everything, everyone.

If everyone is ready..."Let's all focus on the ugliest one first." Stephen steps out from the shrubbery the group hides behind and throws his trademark shield at the ugliest, and closest, monster.

Shield Throw vs monster #1: 1d20 + 11 - 1 ⇒ (20) + 11 - 1 = 30
Blunt Silver Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Crit confirm vs monster #1: 1d20 + 11 - 1 ⇒ (11) + 11 - 1 = 21
Blunt Silver Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Shield Bounce vs monster #2: 1d20 + 6 - 1 ⇒ (17) + 6 - 1 = 22
Blunt Silver Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

"C'mon guys, I bet we can take one of 'em out before they even know we're here."

"We can't just leave them to prey on people. Zinithar can set them on fire and they'll melt, huh?"

"Don't sing any songs and there won't be any tears." Stephen pulls his shield from its hook. "Any plan, or just smash em?"

"Ewww. Pip, what are those?"

"I expected a spa. You have no idea how sad this makes me. Shall we?" He gestures to the path.

"Nothing here either. The pools then. Lead the way."

"Someone left their gear hear. Hope they're in a position to come back for it."

Just want to check the disused campsite before we head off. Take ten on perception for twenty to look over the campsite.

"Sure you don't want to visit the serene pool? That could be fun, too. Have I ever told you guys you work too hard?"

"Looks well abandoned. We should make sure. Wouldn't want anyone to sneak up on us." Stephen enters the largest building and looks around.

Take ten for 20 on perception to explore the CRAGG- building.

"Maybe these people can give us more than a general direction on the compass." Stephens tone is relaxed, but this looks all too similar to their arrival at Hope's Hollow. He fixes his shield to his arm and signals his companions to slow down.

Know(Local): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24

I wouldn't mind a bashing shield with impact spikes. Anyone wanna rob a bank? Protection from Evil would probably get the most use. I think we've established were fighting evil aligned peeps.

I think I have everything I need. Did we get a map or itinerary or anything like that on our missing rangers or learn more on the nasty fiends?

"I would gladly help them, we'll be in the forest anyways. The rangers could provide us with useful information and fiends are...well, fiends." Stephen doesn't know what fiends are but they don't sound very nice.

If the group agrees to help the peoples, I want more free stuff. Moar!

Stephen approaches the mayor. "There's a certain need for haste on our current mission, but your rangers may also need our help now. Is there anything your people can do to speed my groups efforts along?"
Diplomacy to request aid: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27

Stephen taps Galoria's new scimitar with one of the fancy arrows. "Not quite the implements of play I prefer, miss Ginodesa, but your beauty makes a compelling argument to try new things." He winks at her with a quick smile. "What made them think of evil outsiders? There must be something they didn't tell us."

"The lovely lady gets all the good toys. Are demons evil outsiders?"

Is there not a wealthy widow I can seduce for free pastries and such? It's for the good of the world.

Stephen wakes early to clean and maintain his equipment. He says a quick prayer then seeks the largest breakfast he can find. "Well, they must have been in quite a hurry if they couldn't have bothered to wake us. That was a poor choice."

Rawr I'm a dragon!

I could use the gear I guess. Or we could put it on Drips, he could be my super dog. We could get him a little doggy mask.

Yeah, back on page 5 we got it. Unless the Golden Watch has doppelgangers?

Haven't we already received this message?

Stephen stops the first guard the group sees. "Guardsman, there have been some murders at Hope's Hollow and Taergan Flinn's house here in Cassomir. Someone needs to be sent to secure the victims and an investigation should be launched. Hope's Hollow doesn't seem to have any sort of police force at the moment. And...bring a priest. You're gonna need a priest."

I'm ok with going back to Cassomir. I'm still of the opinion if Flynn is just gonna kill the others we're already too late.

I guess it's time for bed, unless Raf wants to finish up with the siblings outside.

"I'm sorry to push you sir, but we don't have a lot of time. What was going on here? Where did all these demons come from? What happened to the town, the people in it? What is Flinn doing?" He offers a waterskin to the sickly priest.

I think you're as sexy as you've ever been, Pip. Maybe sexier.

Stephen draws the scimitar from the monsters head and cleans the blade on a table cloth before returning it to Galoria. "This is a... very nice blade. It will serve you well."

I do believe Mr Pipernortin took some ability damage as well. Does he want a shot of the wand?