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Hello, guys. I'll be starting an Iron Gods campaign shortly-well, I'll be GMing a game and playing in one. (I know that might ruin the experience, but I'm already about a week behind the GM I'm playing with, so chances are that I won't know things before they happen.)

Anyways, meet Analise Rodhire.

She's smart, sorcerous, sarcastic, and sassy.

Oh, and did I mention that she's from earth?

Prologue: Link START!:

I still remember the day.

That beautiful, terrible, wonderful, tear-jerking day.

Every detail is clear to me even now. The beige walls of my bedroom, the scattered technological gear, the massive, homemade computer on my desk that operated faster than any gaming pro's, the pizza boxes strewn across my shag carpet. The sounds of Brad and Kenny bickering downstairs-most likely their morning routine bickering and &!7$jng about the sides of their room... and oh, yes, ohhhhh yes, that heavenly smell of pancakes! Due to my late night partying, I was barely coherent enough to open my eyes, but the seductive smell wafted into my nostrils, tugging me downstairs.

After lumbering downstairs-nearly falling two times (thank all of the gods everywhere that the wooden stairs had rails)-I sagged into my beat up, badly-needing-reupholtering stuffed chair, groaning. “Fooooood,” I moaned, looking miserable.

Mom looked down at me, exasperated. “I'm guessing you were partying again, judging by the rings under your eyes. Thank the gods your responsible enough to know not to do drugs or drink alchohol, Analise. Anyways, I made pancakes.”

I nodded in gratitude, and I wolfed down a massive stack of the things in 49.12 seconds. I staggered up from the chair and tumbled my way over to the threadbare couch, letting my brain cells atrophy by staring at the TV for a while. After enough express to kill a person of lesser coffee-swilling skills, my tired brain finally remembered it was Launch Day. I burst out of the couch and ran up the stairs with a sound that would've been described in Saturday-morning cartoons as binka-binka-binka.

Bursting through my room door-nearly slipping on three pizza boxes, accidentally spying my portly physique in the mirror that I keep putting off taking down, and crash into my bed, snagging the Riftgear laying on my charred desk, and pulled the bulky helmet on. I had arrived 61.85 seconds before the game went online.

The time slowly went down. As soon as the amazingly accurate clock in my head hit 3, I began the startup process. “3...2...1...SNAP!”

All was nothing for a moment, then white flashed into existence and streams of color raced by. Suddenly, a horrible wrenching began in my gut, and all was nothing again.

That was when I left Earth.

The first thing I felt was pain. And when I say pain, I mean horrible, unrelenting agony that would normally accompany being riddled with bullets, blown up by dynamite thirteen times, and being run through with a sword all at once. Thirty four times in a row. With nerves running at ten times capacity and sensitivity. I will neither confirm nor deny I screamed like a little girl during that time. After what seemed like untold aeons, the pain finally faded away, and I was able to open my eyes. The first thing I noticed that there was no HUD. No health bar, no mana meter, no quickbar... nothing. The second thing I noticed was that I was in a burning laboratory, with men shouting in a strange language, running around, and generally panicking. In a moment of absurdity, I thought Wow. These guys have obviously never read the Hitchhiker's Guide. There was wrecked equipment everywhere-reminescent of my room, actually-and what appeared to have once been sterile white walls were now charred black and grey. A big, strong man picked me up and rushed me out of the lab, out into a hallway. We took quite a dizzying array of twists, turns, and loops that I'm not able to remember what exactly the hallway looked like.

The Hulk-I'm calling him that, since he was that massive-rushed me into a lab, one that wasn't burninating. A harried-looking, greying man in a coat stood their, then attached a strange device to my head. “Can you understand me?”

I nodded dumbly.

“You are part of an experiment to abduct sentients from other planes to learn about their cultures, and add the information to our database. After we are done with our information gathering, we would release you to your home plane, but since you are our first experiment, the equipment had not been properly tested, and now the technology is rendered inoperable. Now, what is your name?”

I wasn't thinking about how this was completely impossible. I wasn't thinking about this had to be some crazy, in-game introduction. I knew in my heart that I was really on another world. What I was thinking about, however, was that I was angry. Very, very angry. How DARE these [bleeping] [bleeps] kidnap me! I was going to escape ASAP, but I didn't want to make the Hulk angry. I had I feeling that I wouldn't like him when he was angry. So, I complied. For now, at least.

“Analise Rodhire. May I ask a question?”

The old man looked at me dubiously-I think I'm going to call him Evil Gandalf-and said flatly “Yes.”

“What is the name of your organization?”

“The Technic League. Now, is your planet capable of interplanetary travel?”

“We're on the brink of it. What is your position within the Technic League?”

At the second question, Evil Gandalf looked slightly annoyed. “Prime Scientist. Does your plane have magic?”

Now this question surprised me. Did this place seriously have magic?!? I tried to retain my composure, and cooly answered. “No. Does your plane have magic?”

“Yes. In fact, I am led to believe that our technological advances our stymied due to intense reliance on it. Now, on to the next question.”

The drilling continued to for hours. I gained information about his world-called Golarion- exchanged for information about mine. Apparently, I was in a country called Numeria, a land of deep contrasts. Due to a starship that fell here long ago, Numeria was extremely advanced compared to the rest of Golarion. Howver, the Technic League tightly controlled the flow of the tech, and so a lot of the place was relatively primitive. Finally, Evil Gandalf said “That was satisfactory. Targon, restrain Analise and take her into the experimentation rooms. I want to see the genetic variances between humans of this plane and hers.”

The Hulk advanced menacingly upon me, and picked me up like a baby. I struggled, squelead, and again, I will neither confirm nor deny I screamed. I was hyperaware when he took me out of the room, looking around at my surroundings. I was in a hall made out of metal, kept scrupulously clean, with blinking lights everywhere. Then, I noticed that the Hulk was... clanking, for lack of a better word. He was a robot. He was a [bleeping] robot. That was the straw that broke the camel's back. I started laughing hysterically. A [bleeping] robot. There seemed to be an access panel in his back. I then had an absurd idea. Something that would very likely get me killed. I tried to get to it, but the panel was just barely too far away. Then, I sort of... reached.

It was as if some door in my unconscious was thrown open, and a massive well of energy was in there, just waiting to be used. Somehow, I knew-barely-how to use it, and slowly, excruciatingly, I used the strange telekinetic force I had summoned slide open the access panel and cut wires. It’s “nervous system” went down, I squirmed away, and ran like the wind.

I scurried away through the twisting and turning hallways. Distantly, there was the sound of something exploding, then yelling. The place was a veritable labyrinth, and I had no doubt that would find me before long. Desperate, I made a few turns... then found myself at an apparent back door. I heard metallic clanking behind me that reminded me waaay too much of Cybermen from Doctor Who. I ran at full tilt-surprisingly fast, given my rather chubby frame-threw open the door, and pressed a random combination of buttons that happened to lock the door.

From there, everything was a blur. I had absolutely NO idea how I managed to outrun the Cybermen-was it my imagination, or was I hearing “DELETE. DELETE. DELETE.”?-but I eventually managed to run far away enough-well, more like wobble-to find a small grove of oak trees. Twisted, mutant oak trees who looked like they wanted to eat me, but it was getting dark, and I was willing to hide anywhere.

I wobbled (yeah, in my early days in Golarion constituted of wobbling, thank the gods that casting spells burns a lot more calories than you think) into it, and promptly collapsed.

When I awoke, I was distinctly aware of what appeared to be a living tumbleweed on my chest, sucking out my blood. Screaming-okay, I admit it, I screamed-I drew upon that power again and blasted the damn thing with something that looked like it came out of a flamethrower. Perhaps due to my panic, the spell was extremely effective, and it was incinerated the damn thing. Will the horrors never cease?

I meandered my way through the countryside for the next few weeks, incinerating any who dare come near me. Okay, so maybe it took all of my castings for the day sometimes, but it proved generally effective. As I learned at Torch when I got there, I was, quite simply put, absurdly lucky while I was traveling through the Hills. Wrong turn there, a couple steps over that way, and I would’ve fallen play to numerous mutants, bloodthirsty Sunder Horns, and hungry mutants. Really, the only thing I did of note was to scream like a little girl when a cute-ish junkyard robot lumbered at me. It probably didn’t even want to hurt me, although I turned on the heat anyways. I sprayed fire at it for a solid forty seconds. It was a pile of molten slag by the time I got through with it.

So, I eventually wandered into the plains, where I found Torch. A small-time local wizard helped train me there. Eventually, the fire went out. Bad, bad, very bad, badbadbadbadbadbadbad news. For some reason, I could smell the League all over it. The scent of evil: machine grease, burning, and Numerian fluids. So, I decided I might as well help out with my newly honed powers.

That was a mistake.

A big one.

More like a Godzilla-sized one.

That’s when everything went cuckoo.

Alright, so, for a RotRL campaign that's just starting up, our GM is using a house rule called Virtue and Sin. Basically, what is amounts to is that having a lot of Virtue points gives you a small mechanical bonus, and a lot of Sin means having a penalty with a larger mechanical bonus than the Virtue version. Each of us must specialize in a Sin and a Virtue, gaining double points when we commit those in roleplay. So, I chose to specialize in Gluttony and Kindness. Since having my character gain weight is intregal to my concept, can you guys present me with one? I'm working on something a bit rough right now, and this is assuming that a standard person spends about a silver per meal.

1 cp=100 calories.
1 sp=1000 calories

That's a baseline. 4000 calories is a pound.

Now, this is the tricky part: how many calories does a day of adventuring burn? A day of farming? A day of desk work?

Now, for mechanical bonuses and penalties. Can you guys help me out here?

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I really like Jack of Blades from Fable, and I want him to be a BBEG for a campaign I'm drafting up. I'm thinking a gestalted Magus/Antipaladin would be a good start, have him take the Familiar arcana, get improved familiar, and get a Spirit Oni as his familiar.

On top of that, statting out Minions would be helpful as well.

I was just struck with a BRILLIANT idea. A Kingdom Hearts game for all of us KH fanboys!

I'm a horrible GM, so I wouldn't be doing that part, though I will happily contribute to the campaign setting.

Alright, one of my favorite characters ever is Jack of Blades from Fable.

I really want to create a BBEG Jack of Blades, a PC Jack of Blades, and a PFS-Legal Jack of Blades. Help?

I'm in love with the creepy Dark Tapestry oracle mystery, but I don't know how to role-play it. Advice?

Alright. I only own the Bestiary and the CRB. Can't really afford anything else. So, I challenge you to make your MOST BORKEN BUILD for PFS using only the CRB.

So, I'm completely new to PFS. I'll be going to Enchanted Grounds to get my character set up and stuff. Only problem is, I'm 14 years old and I was the only kid there when I sampled it.

So, really, the question is that I'm kind of intimidated by no kids there, and although people were really friendly, I was wondering if it is kind of a taboo.

I'm sorry, that made no sense. I'll try again when I have some food.

I love Warlock. I really do. But I have NO idea on how to convert him to Pathfinder.


So, I'm making this thread for people to post characters that GMs may want or need for their campaign, so instead of GMs necroing their recruitment thread for another skill monkey, they can look on here.


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Hey all! For all who yearn to relive the glory days of Thundaria, here's your chance! Remember, this is an interest check only, want to make sure there is enough people who want to do this first.

I'm making a character for a comedy campaign who, his personality in a synopsis, is a child abandoned in the streets and raised by Ambush Bug and Deadpool.

What is Deadpool's class?

I have amazing intelligence, charisma, and dexterity . Advice?

I'm playing a WotR campaign, and the GM has banned Synthesist. Thoughts?

Female Human Titan Mauler 5

The quiet town of Loch Ragmar, renowned for its iron mines but not much else, has never really attracted much attention from attention from the outside world. It is generally just a rest stop for adventurers off to more exciting areas. The question is, what are you doing there?

I've been waiting to play RotRL for a while, as I understand playing in it is a rite of passage for players, so any GM who would play with me is appreciated.

I'm thinking a Half-Elf Wild Synthesist (i.e. Wild Caller/Synthesist) if that's valid.


Hey! I'm putting together a Lords of Creation game to help me make a campaign setting.

I'm looking for three more players, since I already have 3. (Jazzai, Bane, Monkey, I'm looking at you).

Look at Ilja's LoC thread for details!

My GM is waiving the Synthesist conflicting with BGD and Wild Caller. How would this build work out, if we are using a 25 pt. build and dumping physical stats?

I was thinking... (And yes, I know that's dangerous)

I really want to play a WotR campaign. I know what you're about to say "Apply for the other two threads, dummy," but those threads are WAY too full for a rookie like me to have a chance in playing in.

I want a Catfolk monk who'll start dipping in Synthesist once he goes mythic to access his "ancestral spirit" to become more powerful.

Or, I was thinking, multiclass Beast Rider/Wild Caller archetype to be a cavalier riding his war machine of an eidolon.

I would be okay for either of these ideas, except I really need a GM for them.


Alright, I have submitted lots of characters, but none have been selected. I'm anticipating a question here: I have tried for Morphling's RotRl, Dragoncat's RotRl, Reunion of the Pathmasters, and Grimm Tales. Any idea why my characters weren't working? My characters were Tsirion Ragmar for Pathmasters and Morphling's RotRl, Aston Yllko for Dragoncat's, and The Huntsman for Grimm Tales.

Anybody willing to GM a summoner? He would pretty much be filling the party's bruiser role. Thanks!

What do you think? Trying to build a summoner. Or should I not use an archetype?

Hi! I'm looking to build a broodmaster that has all of his eidolons take teamwork feats. He may/may not dip into a standard summoner to get a huge "siege engine" eidolon if that's possible, and will probably dip into bard to get a couple songs to boost my eidolon party. My idea is that he'll be great for solo adventures, considering he brings his party with him. What do you guys think? Is this viable?

Just above. I want reasons!

What do you think? I'm thinking of blowing all of his money on a specially adapted tuba that he can use as a shield. Or should I do the same thing, except with sousaphone armor?

This is not a joke. I am serious.

Okay, I'm starting this thread for people who need to ask questions about PbP, and also people who want their characters on here for any GM who likes them to snag. However, I have a question of my own:

I'm creating a tactician type. He'd be going down the road of bard (kind of a drill sergeant type) and cavalier (gives the tactician flair.) He'll pretty much be a general support type, except with the following caveats: 1. He'll have no feats that are good for specifically his own use. This will make use of the Cavalier's Tactician ability. Will this make him too squishy? 2. What is the optimal race for this odd bird? 3. Is this viable for PbP?


Male Tiefling Magus 1

So, I'm looking to find some sort of eldritch, demon worshiping race that is gonna be the first part of my homebrew PbP campaign. Something is comparable in power to drow or duergar. If it lives underground, that would be a massive bonus.

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"All is quiet is the small mining town of Loch Ragmar. A small mining town, it has never really attracted attention from the outside world. It is generally only a rest stop for adventurers going to the Nadashaar Vale to the north, which is ripe for adventure. A perfect location for an artifact of unspeakable, profane power..."

This is a homebrew campaign I'm working on right now. It's Mythic, and as you can guess by the title, involves the Demon Lord of Minotaurs, Baphomet, being set loose on the Prime Material Plane.

Some caveats:
1. All races are allowed, though Uncommon races are under scrutiny.
2. 30 point buy, and you get 1 free 18 (only mortals worthy enough can house the power)
3. For classes, all Core and APG are allowed. No ninjas, samurai, gunslingers, or ACG classes though.
4. No evil characters.
5. Players are encouraged to create custom abilities for their character, though it has to be within reason. For example, a Fiend Flayer Bladebound Magus combining the Black Blade and his Fiendblade. It will be under minimal scrutiny, though there is one requirement-add some fluff to that crunch!
6. 6 characters maximum. However, your chances for entry are increased if you collaborate on your fluffah bahnnies.
7. Registration will be open for two weeks.
8. Instead of being a normal, casual PbP, all players are expected to be on and posting at 6 every Saturday, and play will cut off as soon as the first person has to leave. Exceptions can be made, and I will work with the players if this doesn't work for them. Please, for RP encounters, confer with other players about your course of action before doing it.
9. Bear with me! This is my first homebrew, AND my first PbP. If you have any tips, offer them.
10. Annnd rainbows, to round off the numbers.