Steth's page

Ialo - I'm kind of with you, and kind of not.

I tend to not like it when we have a Transmutation specialist with Maximize and plenty of time to Scribe Scrolls. Bye bye perfect ability buffs. But no one in the party is built like that this game

The weapon bonuses are likewise usually iffy for me, but as Steth will primarily also have a shield, this time I don't mind.

And on the note of money, I'm likewise torn. Sure, we don't have to buy the "big six" items, but I oftentimes don't anyway, opting instead for the "odd" items. Cutting wealth in half hurts that. I also keep thinking you mentioned us establishing a base, but I'm 90% sure that was a different campaign, as I can't see peons like us having to deal with that. If it was you though, then ABP also severely cuts into what we can deposit into oir fort to make it better.

I apologize, we had a bit of an emergency this week. I did have some speech involved, of course, but Steth would have little choice but to accept.

I'll be caught up and posted by the morning!

On a completely unrelated to our game note, did anyone else play D&D?

Remember Vecna, who began as just a BBEG and grew increasingly more powerful with each edition, such that by the time 3.X was out he was a full-on deity? I always liked that.

I also liked their description of Asmodeus from the Manual of the Planes. Since a number of the WotC people came to PF, I've adopted the mindset that, like Vecna, Asmodeus grew more powerful, and helped remake the multiverse to his design. He's now full-on deity, too, and arguably one of the oldest and most powerful. I hope that's what they did there.

Edit: It was not what they did there. Oh well, doesn't stop me from believing it anyway!

Recoiling with a small 'yip' at the near-assault by the ghoul, Steth rises harshly, hand instinctively reaching for his mace as the necromancer calms his minion and moves on. Steth relaxes his posture as the newest arrivals take their places, watching with a smirk as even their powerful hosts bicker among themselves.

Moving to the entrance, Steth waves aside the line of skeletons to retrieve his pole. He holds it awkwardly, like a green guardsman might hold a pike for the first time, before shrugging and gripping it with one hand.

Using the ten-foot length of wood as an over-sized pointer, he gestures at those arrivals who, like himself, came apparently summoned by the new party; in faux-subtlety, he tips a plate nearest Ialo towards the man, hoping to soil his garments with whatever it contains.

"Each of us has been called to this gathering for some reason or another. We, like this pole, are tools, and as my new friend Krovax so eloquently stated, we are both valuable assets and completely expendable." Moving the pole wildly to point at the Deathknight, Steth prods gently at the man's armor three times in succession. "I know, now, that you are an object, ten feet away from me. Your armor provides resistance on the other end, telling me this object is solid." He drops an end to the floor, holding the limb as upright as possible, and taps three times against the surface below. "You do not feel like the floor, and thus are made of something else."

"Each tool has its use, and its value is determined as such. You, as our hosts, have seen in us, your guests, some manner of value, some use as a tool. Elsewise, we would not have found ourselves here on this day. Some of you would declare us as rabble-" Shooting a glance at the necromancer, Steth switches his dialect. Kelish: "I would take care, dear Fostian, to mind your thralls, for they have none themselves. A man without a mind for his work might find the well bereft of water when calling upon my home."

Steth clears his throat, and moves his focus to the noble couple and their slaves. "Lord Marcus, Lady Isabella; it is a pleasure to dine with you this day. Clearly your colleague need learn better manners, and to teach them to his...companions...as you have." Paying no heed to the slave women, he returns his focus to the Deathknight, "One who often makes use of tools can gain an understanding of their strength and value before even picking them for the task. I knew that this pole would serve its purpose before taking it from the tree." Steth angles his pole, placing it securely against a foot as the other steps upon the middle; the pole bends, but does not break. "And my understanding was correct."

Taking the pole to his side, Steth mutters to the skeletons to take hold, and drops it, inconsiderate of any grasping hands. He turns to face the lich, meeting his gaze. Necril: "What once was passed has come again / in the space of naught a life; / and whereupon called by the darkness beyond / did heed the infernal will. / For the black and red take hold in all time / and bind that which must forever stay; / yet that which is not dead can eternal lie, / and with strange aeons even death may die."

Steth sits, his abrupt poem finished, and finds the nearest piece of fruit, biting into it casually as he continues to gaze at Zarkon.

Okay, the game is now live!

Everyone, I've assigned what tokens I know for sure in Roll20 to their player. I still need to know which alias belongs to Paynne and Steth. (...)

I'm Josh; made a post on the roll20 campaign but you may have missed it.

Heh. Wouldn't happen to be said administrator in my neck of the woods, would ya? I could use a promotion.

I'm over the insurance people, so if you want to move to rural Ohio and get authorizations all day, come on down. We lose staff all the time, lol.

Just want to say that Aleksei is probably going to be an a-hole most of the time, but that I'm not. Please keep in mind I'm RPing his character, but that I'll try to make it as unannoying as possible.

Steth is a CE Cleric of Rovagug; I'm an administrator for a chain of medical offices.

I think it's safe to say, neither of us are playing ourselves this game.

I missed background skills too; I'll get them on there in short order.

Edit: Are you using Lore, and would an appropriate subject be either Tar-Baphon or the Whispering Way?

Absolutely still interested.

Steth grits his teeth as some unknown source causes weakness to flood through him; the feeling passes quickly, however, and he brings his palms up in a shrug.

"Who is to say the purpose of our supper? None gathered possess the power to bring us here, and yet we are here all the same. You are correct; none would be wise to bring insult. That is all, however, I can say for you."

Pacing along his side of the table, Steth gestures to the others present, "These people do not flinch at poor manners, nor are they afraid to sully themselves with eating. I can see their worth in the eyes of our betters. But one such as you? One 'threatened' by a roasted bird? Of what quality you possess that is desirable is beyond my comprehension."

Steth sits, moving what remained in his food trough aside, and claps at the servant-creature floating around, "Smoky, dear fellow, fetch the gentlemen yonder some flayleaf, if you please? It would seem they need to relax."

Steth tilts his head Drovius giving him an awkward look, "Would that I knew, friend 'the Half-Dead'. This place was not, and then it was, and so I am here now. I am called Steth, by those who should call. 'Tis is a fair pleasure."

Grinning, Steth turns to Vladimir, "Kabriri? The goddess of flank and shank! What a noble deity for a butcher! Tell me," he asks, rising from his seat and moving along the table, until he comes upon a wonderfully-roasted turkey; he delicately carves off a leg, plating it with precision in a sauce of gravy. Steth moves back towards the butcher, presenting the meat for his inspection, "is this a fine cut of poultry?"

He had been inspecting the newest arrivals during his trek for meaty greatness, and watches carefully as the smaller one mumbles; a bit of gravy dribbles off the plate as, just before Steth arrives at Vladimir, he suddenly grips the turkey by the bone, hurling it at the less-armored of the two.

"TOO CLEAN!!

It started here about 9 this morning; 9/10 businesses already closed yesterday, and not a single school waited until this morning to call the snow day.

But as it turns out, it's not that bad, here anyway. It's a lot of accumulation, but it's very light and powdery, and clears easily if your DOT is on top of things.

Haha; wow talk about bad.

I saw this:

Traits:
Trait, trait, trait
Drawback:

...then assumed the drawback would be next to the colon, even though the previous example wasn't.

My bad!

Still working and checking on Ialo.

If I can help a bit, it seems you have three traits, and no drawback.

We have a cat as well, and I'm starting to think they're all like that.

You could try Summon Minor Monster; see if your DM will allow you to apply the Young template instead of an alignment one. Tiny animals sometimes prove effective.

@DM Thron

Wife aggro is the worst. I think that's what kids are for; they can off-tank while you catch some heals and refresh your CDs.

Then, as the professional butchers his trade, fiendishly delving into his meal, Steth laughs uproariously, pounding the table in his raucousness. "Well said, stranger! A feast indeed to be thankful for! And what fortune did bring, that another among us should blather nonsense! Ask Twiggy-," turning bodily with outstretched arm, Steth indicates the man with a hat on his chair, "he'll tell you a thing or two!"

Lowering his arm, Steth tilts his head to the left, staring markedly at the skeletal figure as he begins speaking in his own strange tongue.

Necril:"Spoken to us, hushed words bring forth truths. That which is not heard lights passages in the night. For that which awakens shall ne'er dream again, as darkness shines through the day. We have been called to share in his Supper."

Shrugging, Steth takes advantage of his proximity to tear his own chunk of the roast, splashing it repeatedly in gravy before depositing the meat atop his dozen nuts. He picks through the table, scooping various handfuls of vegetables, wiping his hand between servings on his beard.

He mutters to himself during the process; Dwarven: Varying combinations of three non-words, each bearing the prefix for "stone."

Taking a seat near the "livelier" human, Steth stares down at the bowl of food, his head bobbing in a slight nod.

"The Rough Beast dwells 'ere in the Pit, with but the Trickster to hold the Key. Yet that which holds is but a span, and His hunger has not end. I ask you this, dear fellow, dear fellow."

With a violent wrench, Steth brings his gaze upon the half-corpse, "When the world cackles from the belly of the Beast, whom do you suppose is Lord?"

Steth blinks, turning from the awkward pose to look at his neighbor, "And I am certain similar conversations were held then."

Locating the nearest utensils, Steth begins to delicately eat, making careful cuts of roast and portioning proper bites.

I'm struggling with my build. The concept is a Dhampir who fully embraces his vampiric heritage and will seek to actually become a full fledged vampire in game.

Can't figure out the class though. Barbarian with the appropriate rage powers would be pretty good, but you can't get the morale bonuses from rage as an undead.

I also want to go with a martial character(or at least melee focused) in order to take advantage of the benefits of being a vampire as much as possible.

What about a brawler? Preternatural strength and speed are the hallmarks of a vampire, and with free feat exchange and monk combat bonuses, these could be easily emulated.

Blinking into a resplendent dining chamber where before had stretched yawning desert, Steth bellows forth a guttural yell, swinging wildly with a pole of lumber he had been carrying. He stops immediately upon being addressed by the spectral figure, dropping into a flourished bow, the pole clattering noisily beside.

"Good day to you sir," Steth says, addressing the figure as he rises, sweeping his gaze over the room, "Perhaps you can show me the way t-"

On catching sight of the banquet, Steth abruptly rushes to the nearest item, scooping a large handful of nuts and forcing them into his mouth; he grimaces after a few chews, and violently spits into the bowl, the amalgam of saliva and particulates coating the remaining nuts. Looking down the table at the remainder of the buffet, he catches sight of the two other occupants and frowns.

"Smoky didn't tell me we had company. I apologize for my crudity." Steth apologetically offers the bowl of nuts to the half-rotten individual, "Nuts? You seem to be malnourished." He casts a glare upon the other occupant, sneering, "None for you; you're fat enough already."

His face softens, and a hearty laugh shakes Steth's body, nuts and spittle flying from the bowl he makes no effort to keep still. After a moment he sighs, and gestures with the messy offering once again, giving the man an inquisitive look.