If anyone's interested, I'm running a game.
I just finished a playthrough of that a few months ago - very fun module!
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Half-elf okay? Scratch that. I'll play an Avlee Dwarf.
I'll proceed with a stock Druid - should have my submission done by tomorrow evening. Half-elf okay? Any restrictions on alternate racial traits? Related, did you catch the recent Kickstarter for Heroes III? It's moved into Gamefound now.
Based on Party needs and my own personal preferences, I would submit either a Rogue or a Druid. Either build would have better than average CHA to support Astella as a face. @GM Chyro, would you permit a Half-elf Druid/Lion Shaman?
Oh man, I spent hundreds of hours in 1987 and '88 playing the original Might & Magic on my Commodore 64. There were days I spent more time in Sorpigal than I did outside in the actual real world. I never did beat that game. I'm tempted to enter a contemporary version of Crag the Hack or Wizz Bane. Looks like I still have time to put in a submission...
Thanks again for that insight. Stop me if I'm asking too many questions... I seem to remember that taking Toughness or Will gave me additional stress boxes, but I can't find that in these rules. Am I missing it or do they work differently than I'm thinking?
Working on my submission today and will post tonight. It's a female from the Magistracy of Canopus, a former teen pop idol who watched the rest of her bandmates get slaughtered when a pirate lance attacked the concert venue. Ten years later she is still looking for justice, has learned to pilot a mech, and spent her modest fortune from her pop star days to buy one, but she knows she can't do it alone... She would make a good face, with high Rapport and other social skills. Question, DM: is there a lot of overlap between Administration, Culture, and Rapport? I have all 3 skills in my draft but seems like they are interchangeable to some extent.
Thanks for the clarification, DM. I think Ansgar will stay retired and I'll put together a new character submission for this. I appreciate the thought and detail you put into your ruleset. Atlas and I played around with different ideas - mostly him fitting BT into SW, but I think FATE allows for more flexibility. One of my concerns with SW was the limitations on tactical movement, such as jumping to target an enemy mech's rear armor. Although that kind of action is not explicit in this system I believe it can be invoked or compelled with a fate point, right?
I've read the rules but I'm missing something; How do Resources and Tech affect the starting Mech roll?
Fwiw, I noticed yesterday that my recruitment thread looks different on my phone. Appears that what I see on my PC is cached and I don't know what to do about that, but I was missing all the new posts from the past several weeks. It could be others are not seeing this as well. May be worthwhile to ping the usual suspects directly.
Surprised Atlas hasn't jumped in here yet.
Welcome, Tumbler. Avoid the "Switching" rule in the SPC and you'll be fine. ;) Also, although we are intended to be villains, so far we have not really exercised that muscle. The one guy who was hardcore about it left the game, unfortunately, but that made space for you, which is fortunate! That being said, I think we just need to steal the keys to daddy's Ferrari and we're off and running on a wild adventure of theft and debauchery. Wait, did we opt for the Ferrari or something less impractical? I remember voting for a 1983 GMC Vandura but I forget how that washed out. Is it weird I stopped writing this post to watch youtube videos of 80s conversion vans?
Thanks GM ST. It consumes an immediate action so it's only good at max once a round. It's only a little bit broken. ;)
I've watched the first episode with my wife. It was too bloody for her, so I'll binge-watch the rest of it without her. However, I do start to twitch a little when they switch from cap-and-ball revolvers, to newer revolvers for the firefights. On this tangent, my monk has Snake Style, which allow for her to make a Sense Motive check as an immediate action in place of AC against a melee or ranged attack, and also Deflect Arrows, which specifically states "or other projectiles." I imagine something like this. I saw that in the theater a million years ago. Just want to make sure these are allowed and useful against gunfire.
Here is my submission: Pan Pan Tsang, LN Female Human Unchained Monk 3 (Disciple of Wholeness) Appearance: Above average height and physically toned, Pan Pan carries herself with an easy grace that belies her reflex to self-defense. Her long dark hair is most often tied up and she wears a gi that was once white but is now stained. She carries few belongings, preferring to travel lightly. She cares for a trustworthy horse named Wildflower, a gray mare she purchased several years ago as a foal and trained herself. Personality: Pan Pan is nobody's fool and is quick to defend herself. That aside, she is mindful of her temper and is typically good-natured and selfless. Pan Pan's Story:
"Your father can't save you now!" The shove that came next put Pan Pan on her backside, her school-grays fouled on the muddy cobblestone.
Another bully kicked her in the side. "Go home and cry. Mother will take care of her little girl!" The pack of older girls laughed and took turns kicking the smaller child, finally leaving her to sob face-down in the dirt outside the school gate. "Well now, aren't you a pathetic soul," announced a gravelly voice. Pan Pan turned to see a gaunt older man staring down on her from around a post on the opposite side of the thoroughfare. "Why do they torment you, girl?" Forcing herself up, Pan Pan sat on her feet. "They hate my father." "Hmm? And who is your father?" asked the strange man. Pan Pan considered him before answering. There was a sinister tone to his concern, and he looked disheveled, out of place. How long had he been standing there? Was he waiting for someone at the school? But he seemed interested in Pan Pan, which was enough to loosen the girl's tongue. "Hon Shin Tsang. He's a mer--" "I know who he is!" the man snapped. He paused to regard Pan Pan, then straightened, his body elongating with the fluidity of a snake. Then he smiled. "Well, the best revenge is revenge, I always say. Toughen up, girl. Here, take this." He produced from a pocket a little knife. Pan Pan took to her feet and stepped closer, struck by the notion that she could do anything about the bullies, and that it should involve greater violence. But how she hated them. And then she was standing next to the older man, and the knife was pressed into the palm of her small hand. It felt warm, almost familiar. "There now. It's not hard to figure out what to do with it. Good luck, girl." And with that, the old fellow drew a hood low, covering the exaggerated features of his face. A moment later Pan Pan stood alone, wondering what to do next. ***** It wasn't difficult for Pan Pan to convince her father she needed to learn how to defend herself. The elder Tsang was hardly a traditionalist but he believed that martial arts instilled discipline, and Pan Pan needed discipline. It wouldn't serve to have this helpless child representing his interests one day. He was all too pleased to pay for private martial training with a member of the Korvosan Guard. Each day after school Pan Pan was given a gold piece to pay for the lessons. Although she benefited from rigorous exercise, she was unable to shake a natural clumsiness with a weapon in her hand. When she asked to be trained with the little knife, the guardsman laughed at Pan Pan and batted her ears. Not long after that, Pan Pan took her gold piece elsewhere. Afraid to tell her parents, she looked to The Shingles. There a gang of boys beat her and stole her gold, but another older figure took pity on her and carried her to a ramshackle rooftop abode. "You are not from here?" The man cleaned Pan Pan's scrapes and served hot tea. The girl shook her head. "Then why are you here?" "I'm weak," Pan Pan explained. "I'm a disappointment. Wherever I go I get kicked in the mud. I was hoping..." Her voice trailed off. "To be treated with dignity, is that it? Krovosa punishes you, for no reason? Your family, same?" The man sighed and took pity on Pan Pan. "Tired, you are. Tired of sadness, of anger. But channel those feelings, and you can learn to defend yourself. Is that what you want? Is that why you are here?" Pan Pan sat up. "Yes." The man stood and bowed. "I am Ip-Xi Han, and I will teach you." ***** For the next year Pan Pan would take her gold piece to The Shingles. Her father never asked about her martial training; it was enough that the girl seemed to stand taller and there were fewer incidents at school. Hon Shin assumed the guardsman's training was taking root in his daughter. But instead, Pan Pan learned from Master Ip-Xi. Her body steadily transformed and as she grew taller she became stronger as well. She learned forms and striking techniques, sparring with a wooden dummy. They raced across the rooftops of the old city and in this way Pan Pan learned balance and speed. For his part, Master Ip-Xi never accepted payment, insisting Pan Pan use the daily gold piece to improve the lot of someone in The Shingles, and this became the first ritual before any training would commence. One early afternoon Pan Pan spied a street urchin skulking in the shadows, eyeing an older woman carrying a small loaf of dark bread. The dirty child leapt at her with a little knife and she gave up her evening meal. The attacker fled quickly and Pan Pan rushed to help the woman, giving her the daily gold piece. The next day it was Pan Pan who faced the knife. "You've got a piece of gold in your pocket. Give it to me," said the boy, his voice a mix of desperation and fear. The knife was dirty and it reminded Pan Pan of the one given to her more than a year ago. Seizing on her assailant's hesitation, Pan Pan grabbed the boy's arm and pulled, tripping him and landing atop his back. She disarmed him of the knife and then let him go. "Here, take it," she said to the defeated child. The gold piece changed hands and the child picked up his knife and ran off. It was the first time Pan Pan had tested her new skills. She would not have to wait long to test them again. Two days later the same boy was back and two others were with him. This was the moment. If Pan Pan showed weakness she would never be able to return. She had to fight. The boys were aggressive but not coordinated. Pan Pan slipped the first knife attack and used her attacker's momentum to take him down. Then as the next boy came at her she kicked him in the chest. When the last boy tried to get around her, Pan Pan caught him by the arm and struck him in the face. The fight was over almost as quickly as it had begun. "You've done well, child," said an old familiar voice. The gaunt man emerged from the shadows. "Took my advice, I see. Good for you. Now I need something in return. You see, those were my boys. They're just like you were, only they don't have rich families to run back to. I show them how to survive, and there are many more of them." "Who are you?" Pan Pan asked, swallowing fear. The old man smiled but his eyes betrayed cold malice. "A shadow with no name. But I look after those who got no one else. You were that child not long ago. You know how I mean. But you ain't from here and my children are hungry. You can start paying me back by giving me that gold in your pocket." Pan Pan was afraid of the Shadow Man, but she also felt a pull of sympathy, and possibly some measure of gratitude. The gold piece found it's way to man's hand as easily as the knife had come to Pan Pan one year earlier. The Shadow Man knelt down and looked Pan Pan in the eyes. "Now, let's talk about your father." ***** Everything happened too fast. Pan Pan didn't tell Master Ip-Xi about the Shadow Man for the same reason she didn't tell her father about Master Ip-Xi. She just didn't want things to be complicated. That happened anyway. Within a month the Shadow Man was plotting to break into the Tsang estate. "No one would get hurt," he promised. Besides, Pan Pan resented her father's role in making her life miserable. The other children hated her because of her father, for the way Hon Shin treated their fathers. Pan Pan didn't want to see anyone hurt, but she didn't object to her father being taught a lesson about greed. For a creepy old guy, the Shadow Man was surprisingly nimble. He and his small band of urchin boys evaded the Guard and met Pan Pan near the back gate of the estate. She showed them how to get into the house so that the watchman wouldn't know until it was too late. She told them where the most lavish valuables were kept. She explained where her parents would be at this hour and that they would almost certainly be willing to be locked in the cellar when confronted. Pan Pan remained out front on lookout. It was her job to deflect the Night Watch from suspicion. The Shadow Man led his crew inside from the back alley but things almost immediately went sideways. Pan Pan heard a scream, then the sound of children howling like wolves. She rushed back inside too late. Her mother's throat was cut and her father lay face-down on the floor, bleeding out from a rough castration. The Shadow Man held a bloody dagger and smiled as his boys looted the place. The old villain sneered as Pan Pan stood mortified in the hall. "You are your own master now, kid. How's it feel to be free?" Pan Pan coiled up against her mother's lifeless body until the Korvosan Guard arrived early the next morning. Little of the Tsang fortune remained and her father's creditors demanded the estate. Left with nothing, her spirit crushed, she returned to the only person who had shown her true compassion in her young life: Master Ip-Xi Han. ***** Though Pan Pan had been bitterly unhappy before, she at least enjoyed lavish meals, a warm fire, a soft bed, and a sturdy roof overhead. Apprenticing to a monk sworn to a Vow of Poverty was a difficult and lonely transition. The Shadow Man was never found, as if he had never existed. Pan Pan stayed on with Master Ip-Xi for another three years, giving herself fully to Master Ip-Xi's teachings. But eventually the ghosts of her past were catching up to her. Her father's creditors had convinced the Guard to place a warrant for her arrest, believing (correctly) that she had something to do with the elder Tsang's untimely death. She gathered a few belongings and said a final goodbye to her master, and then she fled Korvosa with no intention to ever return. She started again in the outlands of Varisia, traveling from town to town, always with an alias and a practiced lie on her lips. It was a difficult life, but for ten years she worked and moved on, continuing her training alone. She came to understand with time that the Shadow Man wasn't a man at all, but was an evil spirit which preyed on the innocence of fragile youth. She fought it in her nightmares now as an adult. Weary of life constantly on the road and of the countless lies which blended together in a confusing story, Pan Pan now looks to find a greater purpose. It's time to stop running. I went with the Spirit Touched campaign trait to tie into the backstory. As it seems the party is light on healing I opted for the Disciple of Wholeness archetype, which kicks in some healing ability at level 4. Still need to buy equipment but this should be enough to make a decision on. Please let me know if you have any questions. GM SuperTumbler can attest, albeit from limited experience, that I am a consistent daily poster. I tend to jump right into the action. Thanks for your consideration. Hit points:
Dotting in here. Also kinda thinking monk like the kung fu masters of the genre. I have a character mostly rolled up, just need to advance her and add an appropriate backstory. Cheers
We need more than 3 players, right?
Rule of 2 wins!
Related: Is there any reason why a MARS character cannot also dip into Arcane powers? I see nothing in the TL Guide that says they can't. Arcane Background gives me access to the Techno-Wizardry gear.
Having slept on this, that result I rolled on the Underworld & Black Ops table makes this character too much like GM ST's Operator. I'd like to pick something else. Related: Is there any reason why a MARS character cannot also dip into Arcane powers? I see nothing in the TL Guide that says they can't. Arcane Background gives me access to the Techno-Wizardry gear. And I would roll on the Magic & Mysticism table instead of Underworld & Black Ops.
I like the flexibility of the MARS framework, and I don't think I have a solid feel for any of the more creative types. Here are the rolls for my Vagabond:
Reporting for duty, sir!
Therenger might get hot at me for this, but I'll say it: Is PWO as good as Tareth? I say yes. Maybe better, we'll see. *shrug*
Here's my concept: Dave Finsterman, aka Dave Finsterman. a) Dave Finsterman always wanted to be just like his idol, Champion, but he was just a fat loser. When the aliens attacked, he suddenly discovered that he could hit things really, really hard. Superhero hard! He spent his life savings on a plane ticket to Washington DC where the real action was. But when he got there and tried to help, Champion told him to beat it. Some jerk caught the exchange on video and it went viral, and so did his new hero name: Fister-man. Months later, humiliated and depressed, Dave watched his childhood hero Champion get vaporized on live TV, and he felt absolutely nothing. b) Short and pudgy (5'9", 201 lbs), Dave has straight brown hair and hazel eyes. His skin is a pale pink like the color of milk from a cow with mastitis. His costume is just his everyday red polyester Addidas tracksuit. He bought it at a rummage sale for $7.50 and thinks the stripes make him look cool. The most common reaction to his mugshot would be, "Is this a joke?" c) Bullies have hounded Dave his entire life. Now he has the power to smash in their stupid faces. The aliens are a bunch of bullies, so he wants to smash their faces, too. He's not randomly violent, and he's pretty lazy by nature, but they took away the Internet so now they have to eat knuckle sandwiches. d) Dave still likes to think of himself as a hero. But he's damaged in a way that forgotten children from broken homes often are. What he craves more than anything is positive attention. For a while after the first invasion he would bust up random thugs trashing furniture stores and stuff like that, but the local news never took him seriously as a hero, and whenever the cops showed up they would just tell him to go home. But the way they would say it was, "Gee thanks, Fister-man, we'll take it from here." All condescending-like. Just once he wishes they would say, "Nice job, kid." e) Dave turned himself in to the V'sori. He got so depressed at the lack of appreciation for the work he was doing and the constant toil of punching dirtbags that he figured maybe if he got himself captured and then flatlined some V'sori he could finally get the attention he was so desperate for. f) Dave thought that if Champion saw him crush a few alien skulls the venerated superhero would take him under his wing, make him a sidekick, maybe. But that's not what happened. Instead he told Dave to get out of his way and pound sand. Champion seemed like a super nice guy on TV but in reality he was a total douchebag who thought he was better than everyone else. Screw that guy. g) The greatest thing in life? If Dave were honest with himself, he'd say affection and a sense of pride from one's parents. But since he never experienced that, it's Internet porn. And then the stupid V'sori robbed him of that minor indulgence, so he's got nothing. Hopefully by showing the world he can put his fist through a V'sori armored breastplate and tear out its still-beating heart he can be famous, and people will like him. What's better than that?
@GM I assume Power Level 1? This is my first taste of SW SPC and NE.
Over the next day or two I'll work on a full submission. For now, my character concept is basically Saitama in four-color. "Huh?" --Saitama
Yeah, Zenfox, I'm interested in this as well. I trust you are back to being in good health! I know Atlas2112 has been offline for about six months with RL but he's looking for the perfect game to jump back in and SW is his favorite system. I let him know. I'll start work on character crunch in the morning. Basic concept: Perenian Ethgarnon, overweight and often drunk, took too many chances and lost everything. Now he's a pilot looking for a ship to fly, and he really, really needs the next job to work out and pay big or his creditors are gonna have his balls. So, Pilot skillset.
Thanks for the link, hustonj! I could go either way, but Merrick is not and never was a criminal - quite the opposite. Orphaned still feels like an okay fit. I'll work on finishing my submission this evening. The next post from me will be under the alias Merrick Talbar.
Merrick Talbar (Gregor Falconbridge) - Therenger - LN M human Monk (Ki Mystic) - Love Lost: Orphaned? Reads like Betrayed: Hungry for Revenge to me I might agree but the free OGL Player's Guide from Paizo lists no such trait unless I'm completely blind. Would or anyone you please provide the correct resource for players? Thanks!
I've landed on Monk (Ki Mystic). Gaining the ki pool a level earlier is just too good to pass on. Still working on the crunch but the profile is started here: Merrick Talbar (Gregor's assumed name) @GM Elfriede, I'm planning to take the Axe to Grind and Reactionary traits in exchange for the Betrayed drawback. I think those work well with the backstory previously posted and the Orphaned campaign trait. Would it feel like I'm over-optimizing to also take Improved Initiative?
@Therenger: I feel good about orphaned, to be honest. It's a pretty intense backstory, but it works for sure. Yeah, it's easily the darkest backstory I've ever written. The character will be LN, so he turns out okay. I like Orphaned too, although it gives me something else to think about how any of those skills works for the character. This will probably be a straight-up human Monk, no archetype. (but no promises yet)
@GM Elfriede, I woke up with a good idea about a background story for this campaign. It does not neatly align with any of the listed campaign traits. Would you please give this a read and let me know where this fits best? I'm thinking Orphaned or Tortured... My Story So Far...: "Look at him, he's so weak!" The shove that came next put Gregor on his backside, his school-grays fouled on the muddy cobblestone.
Another bully kicked him in the side. "Go home and cry. Mother will take care of her little boy!" The pack of older boys laughed and took turns kicking the smaller child, finally leaving him to sob face-down in the dirt outside the school gate. "Well now, aren't you a pathetic soul," announced a gravelly voice. Gregor turned his head to see a gaunt older man staring down on him from around a post on the opposite side of the thoroughfare. "Why do they torment you, boy?" Forcing himself up, Gregor sat on his feet. "They hate my father." "Hmm? And who is your father?" asked the strange man. Gregor considered him before answering. There was a sinister tone to his concern, and he looked disheveled, out of place. How long had he been standing there? Was he waiting for someone at the school? But he seemed interested in Gregor, which was enough to loosen the boy's tongue. "Davos Falconbridge. He's a mer--" "I know who he is!" the man snapped. He paused to regard Gregor, then straightened, his body elongating with the fluidity of a snake. Then he smiled. "Well, the best revenge is revenge, I always say. Toughen up, boy. Here, take this." He produced from a pocket a small knife. Gregor took to his feet and stepped closer, struck by the notion that he could do anything about the bullies, and that it should involve greater violence. But how he hated them. And then he was standing next to the older man, and the knife was pressed into the palm of his small hand. It felt warm, almost familiar. "There now. It's not hard to figure out what to do with it. Good luck, boy." And with that, the old fellow drew a hood low, covering the exaggerated features of his face. A moment later Gregor stood alone, wondering what to do next. ***** It wasn't difficult for Gregor to convince his father he needed to learn how to defend himself. A new conviction stirred in the young boy and Davos, who abhorred the weakness in his son, was all too pleased to pay for private martial training with a member of the Korvosan Guard. Each day after school Gregor was given a gold piece to pay for the lessons. Although he benefited from rigorous exercise, he was unable to shake a natural clumsiness with a weapon in his hand. When he asked to be trained with the little knife, the guardsman laughed at him and boxed his ears. Not long after that, Gregor took his gold piece elsewhere. Afraid to tell his parents, he looked to The Shingles. There a gang of boys beat him and stole his gold, but another older figure took pity on him and carried him to a ramshackle rooftop abode. "You are not from here?" The man cleaned Gregor's scrapes and gave him hot tea. The boy shook his head. "Then why are you here?" "I'm weak," Gregor explained. "I'm a disappointment. Wherever I go I get kicked in the mud. I was hoping..." His voice trailed off. "To be treated with dignity, is that it? Korvosa punishes you, for no reason? Your family, Same?" The man sighed and took pity on Gregor. "Tired, you are. Tired of sadness, of anger. But channel those feelings, and you can learn to defend yourself. Is that what you want? Is that why you are here?" Gregor sat up. "Yes." The man stood and bowed. "I am Ip-Xi Han, and I will teach you." ***** For the next year Gregor would take his gold piece to The Shingles. His father never asked about his martial training; it was enough that the boy seemed more confident and there were fewer incidents at school. Davos assumed the guardsman's training was taking root in his son. But instead, Gregor learned from Master Ip-Xi. His body slowly transformed and as he grew taller he became stronger as well. He learned forms and striking techniques, sparring with a wooden dummy. They raced across the rooftops of the old city and in this way Gregor learned balance and speed. For his part, Master Ip-Xi never accepted payment, insisting Gregor use the daily gold piece to improve te lot of someone in The Shingles, and this became the first ritual before any training would commence. One early afternoon Gregor spied a street urchin skulking in the shadows, eyeing an older woman carrying a small loaf of dark bread. The dirty child leapt at her with a little knife and she gave up her evening meal. The attacker fled quickly and Gregor rushed to help the woman, giving her his gold piece. The next day it was Gregor who faced the knife. "You've got a piece of gold in your pocket. Give it to me," said the other boy, his voice a mix of desperation and fear. The knife was dirty and it reminded Gregor of the one given to him more than a year ago. Seizing on his assailant's hesitation, Gregor grabbed the boy's arm and pulled, tripping him and landing atop his back. He disarmed him of the knife and then let him go. "Here, take it," he said to the defeated child. The gold piece changed hands and the child picked up his knife and ran off. It was the first time Gregor had tested his new skills. He would not have to wait long to test them again. Two days later the same boy was back and two others were with him. This was the moment. If Gregor showed weakness he would never be able to return. He had to fight. He had to win. The boys were aggressive but not coordinated. Gregor slipped the first knife attack and threw his attacker down. Then as the next boy came at him he kicked him in the chest. When the last boy tried to get around him, Gregor caught him by the arm and struck him in the face. The fight was over almost as quickly as it had begun. "You've done well, boy," said an old familiar voice. The gaunt man emerged from the shadows. "Took my advice, I see. Good for you. Now I need something in return. You see, those were my boys. They're just like you were, only they don't have rich families to run back to. I show them how to survive, and there are many more of them." "Who are you?" Gregor asked. The old man smiled but his eyes betrayed cold malice. "Gaedren Lamm. I look after those who got no one else. You were that child not long ago. You know how I mean. But you ain't from here and my Little Lamms are hungry. You can start paying me back by giving me that gold in your pocket." Gregor was afraid of Lamm, but he also felt a pull of sympathy, and possibly some measure of gratitude. The gold piece found it's way to Lamm's hand as easily as the knife had come to Gregor one year earlier. Lamm knelt down and looked Gregor in the eyes. "Now, let's talk about your father." ***** Everything happened too fast. Gregor didn't tell Master Ip-Xi about Gaedren Lamm for the same reason he didn't tell his father about Master Ip-Xi. He just didn't want things to be complicated. That happened anyway. Within a month Lamm was plotting to break into the Falconbridge estate. "No one would get hurt," he promised. Besides, Gregor hated his old man as much as everyone else did, and his reasons were personal, so why not give the rich bastard a taste of his own medicine? For a creepy old guy, Lamm was surprisingly nimble in the shadows. He and his small band of Little Lamms evaded the Guard and Gregor met them near his home. He showed them how to get into the house so that the watchman wouldn't know until it was too late. He told Lamm where the most lavish valuables were kept. He explained where his parents would be at this hour and that they would almost certainly be willing to be locked in the cellar when confronted. And of course, they wouldn't be overly concerned with their son's welfare, because when had that ever been the case? Gregor remained out front on lookout. It was his job to deflect the Night Watch from suspicion. Lamm led his crew inside from the back alley but things almost immediately went sideways. Gregor heard a scream, then the sound of children howling like wolves. He rushed back inside too late. His mother's throat was cut and his father lay face-down on the floor, bleeding out from a rough castration. Lamm held a bloody dagger and a fistful of gems and was reaching for more. The old villain sneered as Gregor stood mortified in the hall. "You are your own man now, kid," taunted Lamm. "How's it feel to be free?" Gregor coiled up against his mother's lifeless body until the Korvosan Guard arrived early the next morning. Little of the Falconbridge fortune remained and his father's creditors demanded the estate. Left with nothing, his spirit crushed, he returned to the only person who had shown him true compassion in his young life: Master Ip-Xi Han. He still carries the little knife. One day he'll use it to cut Gaedren Lamm's throat.
Dotting, big time! No problem whatsoever with consistent daily posts. I'll likely run a monk and have my draft submission in before the weekend. Thanks for running!
@MordredofFairy it's no biggie. I'll catch the next one.
I see one of the favored players is playing a monk. I will bow out of this one.
I intend to take my time with this character submission. Seems like there is no need to rush this build given the recruitment window. Lots to think about.
As this is the case I will instead submit a Monk (Ki Mystic/Monk of the Iron Mountain) / Alchemist (Vivisectionist/Ragechemist)
Therenger, this is a Gestalt game. You basically start at 1st level in two classes at once. Okay, this is a level of awesomeness I have not previously experienced. Call me a newb. Thanks for the link!!
Actually, I think I'm in over my head here. Seems like everyone is multiclassing and start level 2? I know nothing about WotR.
Dotting. I'll be submitting a Monk (Ki Mystic / Monk of the Four Winds / Monk of the Iron Mountain) for consideration.
I was thinking about it last night and I completely agree that Menhir Savant is borderline OP, given the context of this adventure. It also trips all my metagaming triggers so it just cannot be a viable option. I'll be submitting a stock Druid with Animal Companion late tonight. The crunch is mostly done and the next post you see from me will be from the new character alias. In the meantime, here are a few of my recent characters for your review to get a sense of my commitment and narrative style.
@DM, would you please provide a ruling on a couple things: Will you allow the Menhir Savant archetype if I put together a good backstory for it? I'm thinking of the Animal Companion route (Bobcat/Lynx) and during combat pair that with Summon Nature's Ally. With Menhir Savant's 2nd lvl Place Magic ability I can get a little more value out of SNA. I'm not 100% on this tactic as it is quite a tax for the benefit, but at lvl 3 it can be paired with the Extend Spell Metamagic feat for 4x2=8 rounds. I don't know this adventure but by the title I can guess where it goes so if the 1st lvl ability of the archetype is game breaking then I would play a stock druid.
Doing a total about-face and rolling up a Druid. Lots to consider but I will have the build complete with backstory this weekend.
Better late than never, I'll be submitting a character for this. Shame on me for not checking the recruitment thread often enough. Happy to see some familiar names here, as always. I was inclined to offer a ranger but I think this recruitment is well-represented in that class. I have a halfling rogue alias from a prior campaign that unfortunately ended almost before it began, but I may also roll up a barbarian. I have an image in my head of a young woodcutter who is keen with a very big axe. @DM, your description of that first great campaign reminded me of a Temple of Elemental Evil game I was in as a teenager in the early Nineties. Three amazing years. So epic! We can never fully recapture the magic of those times, but the memories last forever.
How about a crude map?
Salesforce UAT begins February 18. Then there will be training, which should be relatively mindless. I'll target April to throw this group into the 2nd floor of Davika Tower.
Saw this interest thread before Christmas but had too much going on... Should have expressed interest then, and I see you're closed. I'd love to be on your alternates list. Would probably play a Cha Drifter... can't get Arcane out of my head.
Yes, thanks for the download links! There's still a lot about the system I don't understand but expect we'll quickly get the feel for it once we are rolling.
I'm thinking I might go with something like an Explorator with a knack for surviving dangerous environments and a gift for repairing/creating things mechanical from a variety of scavenged parts. You beat me to it. My character concept is a monk from a world that orbits in close proximity to its star, so the people are accustomed to extremes of heat and cold, thin atmosphere and barren landscapes. I'll go with close-combat fighting. Skills
Good (+3)
Fair (+2)
Average (+1)
Stunts
Ultimate Survivor: As a native of the dwarf planet Taros Prime, I get +2 to Survival, Toughness or Zeal rolls made to Overcome the physical and psychological obstacles of extreme environments. And one more... High concept, Trouble, and Aspects in the works...
Understood. I had this kinda cool backstory written but it was all political intrigue, cloak and dagger stuff. I'll switch it up to Space Marine.
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