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As a heads up, the person that maintains the wiki mentioned updating it to the ruleset as currently written. It may be prudent to archive what's there currently somewhere, even if it's here on the Campaign tab. @Baxtra: I was actaully pretty unsure what Nunya's ability did when she bought it. (well, when I read that she bought it). I think the only thing it actually accomplishes is countering "Crystal Seer."
The Beggar Prophet walks the grounds of a Llieldasine gathering, humming to himself and looking into the dark expanse. Actions: 2/30 AP Cancelling action "1 AP: Create Concept (Mundane): Astrology SHARED (Domains: Void)" Final AP: 3 /30 There aren't Astrs to Ologize yet.
He strolled, fully formed, from the jade darkness of the night. He walked among the Llieldasine and they saw him as one of their own, though perhaps lesser. To their eyes he was a wretch, covered in rags with a molting serpentine tail following behind him, obviously broken at least once. He gazed into the Void, the darkness that was not moon or sun, and whispered to those that could hear him. "What do you suppose it hides? What does it portend?" Those that heard him, that thought about his words, felt them echo. The idea settled into their minds and took root. Their kin noticed a change over weeks or months as they lost themselves in the darkness. He gazed into the Void, the darkness that was not moon or sun, and whispered to those that could hear him. Dwarf or Llieldasine, Wisp or Shadovar, he commented on the nature of things and his words would twist their thoughts. They would stick like a burr. Obsession. Paranoia. Schizophrenia. These were as footsteps to him. He gazed into the Void, the darkness that was not moon or sun, and whispered to those that could hear him. "What do you suppose those points of light are?" With his words others saw them. Hundreds. No, Thousands of them. Points of light in the sky. He gazed into the Void, the darkness that was not moon or sun, and whispered to those that could hear him. To a Shadovar he commented, [b]"I can see days to come... When the red moon blinds us to the sun a red tide will bring death from the waves." The Shadovar laughed at the fool. The moon was green, everyone knew this. He gazed into the Void, the darkness that was not moon or sun, and whispered to those that could hear him. "It comes." The Llieldasine that followed his gaze saw an astonishing sight. A red moon, smaller than the green, was rising over the horizon. It looked menacing to all that could see it. Far away, the mind of a Shadovar shattered. Soon there after, the eclipse happened. He gazed into the Void, the darkness that was not moon or sun. Waves lapped at his feet as the first clawed appendage broke the surface and dug into the sand. He watched these beasts, these Moonstruck, move onto the isle. Horrendous beasts, touched by chaos, were insatiable. If one looked closely enough, with a mad eye, he could see that they might have once been peaceful beasts of the sea. Now they towered like houses and tromped, caterwauling, towards a small encampment of Shadowvar. He gazed into the Void, the darkness that was not moon or sun, and whispered to those that could hear him. He breathed deeply of the chaos surrounding him. The Moonstruck lay dead. All save one that returned to the waves. His words didn’t matter. The man hearing them wasn’t sound enough to understand them anyway. Actions:
15/30 AP
1 AP: Create Concept (Mundane): Madness SHARED (Domains: Chaos, Madness] 3 AP: Create Concept (Magical): Prophecy SHARED 1 AP: Create Concept (Mundane): Astrology SHARED (Domains: Void) 3 AP: Forge Land: Blood Moon (Domains: Void) 5 AP: Create Life (Legendary): Moonstruck (Domains: Chaos, Void) Final AP: 2 /30 Blood Moon:
While the Blood moon is about the same size of the Gardner’s Moon* orbiting Anya, it’s orbit makes its appearance vary greatly. Its orbit is far more extremely elliptical. At its apogee this moon appears small, maybe a quarter the size of the Gardner’s Moon. At its perigee, it actually passes far closer to the surface of Anya than the Gardner’s Moon, at rare times, between the two. The moons cycle is long and slow (only 6 months to the year). Eclipses are even less frequent, perhaps one every two hundred years.
*Originally “Moon A,” Shinoka Astrologers have taken to calling this moon the Gardener’s Moon. It is now believed that planting crops when this moon is full will lead to a fuller harvest. Moonstruck: Moonstruck occur only when the Blood Moon blocks the sun. Infrequently enough that they might be forgotten by generations between. Life directly under the eclipse is corrupted. It twisted and made monstrous. This example is a pod of whale-like creatures called Nurthine. They’re exceptionally gentle and, while they are capable of going ashore, do so very rarely. The red beasts that came ashore on that isle were chitinous and tentacled, lumbering and aberrant, and nothing like the original beasts.
I think it's easy enough to allow confrontation instead of a throw down fight. If it breaks down to combat, awesome. But I could also see Goya walking up to Allianda and asking for medicine for his people when a plague comes through. Maybe then she'd realize that she'd kept it from people and "helped" death and share it with everyone, or maybe just Goya. I'm excited to see how folks on the Dead Isle survive without food. Maybe I missed that. Is the goal for everyone to have a race/ people to support?
So no culture can have agriculture, medicine or blacksmithing without fighting you or Goya?
The great and wise prophet absently chews on the spider leg as he approaches the wooden doorway. He, as the party might expect at this point, steps forward and sniffs, pokes, prods and listens to the door before letting anyone else near it.
Yggdra bends down and snatches a leg from one of the spiders. He sniffs it and prods it a bit.
Leveling happens in PBP?
Yggdra attacks the nearest spider. Or at least what he thinks is the nearest spider. It might be a halucination.
Yggdra lashes out more in surprise than anything else. Fairly ineffectively, but he still gets a scrape in.
Not one to be distracted by minor things like skulls jumping out of alcoves, Yggdra steps towards the nearest "body" and attempts to peek through the linens.
GM: Yggdra will shift his detect magic to the "corpses" to figure out if these are illusions or what.
GM:
Just checking, I do detect bodies in the alcoves, just nothing out of the ordinary, correct?
Also, detect magic on the symbols. Yggdra follows Sir Ravencourt into the chamber, sniffing intently and looking about. He gestures to the first alcove, There is life here as well as death. With a quick word of possible nonsense and a gesture, he peers deeper into the alcove. మీ రహస్యాలు చూపించు
This one. Yggdra calls to the others while stroking his chosen door, It is warm and welcoming, like a mother's womb.
Skin? Yes, yes. That and more. He caresses the door fondly and looks to Kane, It's warm he gestures to the seal. Warm like a fresh dead corpse. What know you of this?
These taste of the work of the dead. I can feel skin on my tongue... He looks to everyone else, Don't lick that. He glances up and his spellbound by something none of the others can see.
Yggdra mumbles to himself, At least it isn't the outside. That's the worst side. Yggdra approaches and begins sniffing at the far door. Anyone paying attention will see him, at some point, lick the thing.
Yggdra can see the worms begins to crawl through Horatio's flesh. They're boring through muscle and sinew and he decides that it isn't time for that yet. He draws more divine power from his god and channels it into everyone present. There's just a touch of madness in that energy, a hint of a fever, and then it's gone.
I can only undo so much before it redoes itself... The wounds like him. They're going to stay for a while.
Again Yggdra flails with claw and beak at the beast.
His claws tear through vital flesh and the beast falls upon the ground. When it does, Yggdra descends upon it. He devours an eye, seeking the beasts wisdom. As he rises, his gods pleasure channels into him and radiats out to his companions.
Yggdra squawks in surprise and his feverish red eyes turn towards the intruder. He lunges forward and swats at the darkspawning beast. Stop Looking at me! His claws rake at the things flesh and he drives his beak towards its octopoid eye.
Yggdra is hopping along behind him, singing a children's song quietly to himself.
As stated in the discussion thread, before going through the door, Yggdra will inspect it as thoroughly as he can. If given the time, he'll take 20, if not...
Yggdra absently touches the holy symbol hanging from his neck. He looks at the others and says with a grave voice says, The dead can only rest so long before becoming... restless. We should go before they can notice we are there. He sniffs the air, a thought coming to him.
In a moment of surprising clarity, the Tengu greets the priestess as she approaches with a bow and says, Sister, good to see you as always. Bright red eyes widen at the mention of 500 gold pieces. The tengu almost drools at the thoughts. The pile of rags rearranges itself so that Yggdra can both examine the vials and dig through his backpack. Agreeable? Very much so. He pulls out a rusted item and weighs it against the vials. Nodding, he offers it to the priestess. If she examies it, it proves to be a broken iron teapot. He appears to be offering it in trade for the potions.
Oh, indeed, indeed. I can direct you. She's peering into the ground up bones of a dying beast. He points in the general direction of where Sister Nerissia watched them all approach. And you? He asks an empty space in the cathedral. What are you here for? Just a beat later. I see. My condolences.
Here's what I have at the moment. I completely forgot to spend my cash. The only major items he'll have is a Heavy Flail and an Armored Coat. Hsspth
Defense:
AC 13, touch 13, flat-footed 10 (+3 Dex) hp 9 (1d8+1) Fort +3, Ref +3, Will +5 Offense:
Speed 30 ft. Melee Bite (Tengu) +2 (1d3+2/x2) and . . Claw x2 (Claw Attack) +2 x2 (1d3+2/x2) Special Attacks touch of chaos (6/day), vision of madness (6/day) Spell-Like Abilities Touch of Chaos (6/day), Vision of Madness (6/day) Cleric Spells Prepared (CL 1): 1 (2/day) Cause Fear (DC 14), Confusion, Lesser (DC 14) 0 (at will) Detect Magic, Guidance Statistics: Str 14, Dex 16, Con 12, Int 10, Wis 16, Cha 10 Base Atk +0; CMB +2; CMD 15 Feats Channel Smite Traits Poverty-Stricken, Underbridge Dweller (Magnimar) Skills Knowledge (religion) +4, Perception +9, Stealth +5, Survival +8 Languages Common, Tengu SQ aura, cleric channel positive energy 1d6 (3/day) (dc 10), domains (madness, protean), spontaneous casting, variant channeling (madness variant channeling [±1 sacred]) Other Gear 150 GP[/spoiler [spoiler=Special Abilities]
The Tengu spins on his heels, Letter? No! A Calling have I. He gesticulates dramatically, letter still in hand. The wax seal of the church of Pharasma still clinging to the paper.
So many gifts and he can count none of them. the milky white tengu says, sadly quiet. How will he ever know her love if he doesn't want to see it? The shuffling mass of rags and trash approaches the alter. He bows deeply, not in obesience, but in respect. The Moon is ever present, until it is not.
I will be presenting a Tengu Cleric very similar to this profile. I'd like to eventually try my hand at playing this PC in a PFS game, if one ever opens up in my area. I'll have a profile and backstory up soonish.
@Efka/Ifka: Are both of these voices out loud? If not, can I request that the internal voice be left unbolded? It's tough to follow and eventually we'll all need to know who's talking to us and who isn't. You may want to check out this link. for some tips on helping out your readers. Some guy that's on here a lot wrote it. I hear he's a pretty cool dude. *Significant glance at Kane*
They don't understand. the mad Tengu mutters to himself in the gutter. They just came down from the sky and ate him. They were flowers. Who would believe that? Yggdra looks up at the nervous runner, holding an envelope. His red eyes open terrifyingly wide and he charges the boy. Mine! he caws. The envelope is snatched out of his hand as the boy tumbles away. He reads the letter and nods sagaciously. Of course! I should have known... When the sisters approach the mad prophet, they see his glancing at his empty hands as if reading and mumbling to himself. He looks up and his eyes, surprisingly clear, smile. Hello sisters. I am ready. He picks up his bag full of junk and shuffles towards them. Have you seen the gardens in spring time? The squirrels do such a marvelous job tending them, don't you think? He shuffles alongs at a surprisngly good pace, for someone shuffling. As they pass a tavern preparing for a day's business he shakes his head and says, It's a shame. I did enjoy drinking there in my youth. The tavern appears to be in fine shape and there's no real sign it's suffering. Gah! Get it off! He is attacked by some phantom as they near the Cathedral. He shakes it off and finally enters the cathedral itself. Shaken.
Yggdra is prepared. He's got a whole backpack full of useless or broken stuff. Anyone need a prosthetic arm? It's only missing two fingers. |
