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Only the GM can mark a game inactive. Shara and I communicate with him on the regular and he still very much plans to come back, but his life is too busy right now to really be on the boards. While he hasn't come here to post it, his games are all on a hiatus for the time being and he isn't posting in the games he's a player in either. I don't know exactly when he'll be back (I'm not sure he does either) but I expect him to return at some point in the future.
Uriel gives a nod of thanks as the sheriff mentions he's paying for their meals, and keeps a neutral expression when he explains he'll be asking for their help. "Not that I'm inclined to say no, but with what? You seemed somewhat certain you could handle things yourself yesterday, did something change?"
"If you feel you have this well enough in hand, I'll leave it to you, Sheriff." Uriel gives Hemlock a curt nod, then finally replacing his sword in its sheath. "Should you need any help in dealing with this... unpleasantness, I'm staying at the Rusty Dragon. Ask for Uriel; I'm fairly certain the young lady running the place knows my name enough to point you to my room. I'll be happy to help, if you find yourself needing it."
I don't know if anyone else is in his other games, but Loup did get up some posts in the other games he's running. I won't speak for him, but it seems like stuff is letting up and he'll be getting us running again soon.
".. Of course." Uriel responds to Matoska's question in Common, shaking his head for a moment. "It wouldn't be right. Not even for such a creature as this."
"We can bring the creature by, of course. Do you speak their language? I learned it while I was being raised in Magnimar, I can act as a translator or aid you in interrogating the creature if need be." Uriel seems disinterested in Foxglove now, more focused on the problem at hand.
Uriel nods as the mention of Gao's offer of assistance. "Nothing serious, but one of those little creatures nicked me in the square. My thanks, Gao." Uriel just raises an eyebrow at Aldern's foppish display of affection toward Shara, but doesn't say anything. Even he, growing up cloistered in a Ragathien cult, knew that wasn't likely to get the other man anywhere soon. "I've been staying at the Rusty Dragon, myself. Meeting you there is no trouble."
Hey guys, this is a blanket notice going out to all of my games here on the boards. While I am thankfully outside the path of Hurricane Harvey, current projections for Hurricane Irma are sending it barreling up the coast of Florida to sweep much of the eastern coast of the United States. As I live directly on the ocean, I'm already gearing up for a potential evacuation at the moment. While hopefully all I get is a lot of rainfall, it's likely that by the time Irma hits Maryland it will still be at least a Category 3 storm, if not worse. I will have my laptop and such in the case of an evacuation, but I likely won't be able to post with any real schedule or frequency. Moreover, given that I live more or less directly on the ocean, it's more likely than not that if I'm forced to evacuate there will not be a home for me to come back to after the storm passes. The island is not built to withstand that kind of storm, and the last time something anywhere near that deadly swept through, it made an inlet where there used to be a road. My point being, if I'm hit by the hurricane it's very likely I will be off the boards for a long while, or at least my posting will be sparse and intermittent. I'm sure I'm not the only one following the storm on the news, but I'll do my best to keep everyone updated on my status. It's likely the storm, if it hits me at all, will make landfall here early next week. If you see on the news that the storm has hit Maryland and you don't hear from me, that's probably why. I just wanted to put this message up now as I'm prone to losing power during storms and I didn't want to leave anyone hanging. Thanks for understanding,
Uriel charges in toward the other goblins, ignoring the one Shara has under control for the time being. He swings his blade for the nearest goblin as he comes thundering through.
Hey guys, Loup let me and Shara know that his laptop is currently busted, so he doesn't have a way to post. He's looking into ways to try and post otherwise, but he doesn't have the money to fix the laptop right now so he may be out for a bit. He'll be back as soon as possible, but he may be gone for a while if his other posting methods don't pan out.
Uriel moves in after the others, but he knows with his heavy armor he won't be able to reach them as quickly. Instead, he moves in as he chants a prayer to Ragathiel again to empower himself for the coming fight.
Uriel tightens his grip on the sword in his hands and snarls, the magic not taking hold over his senses. Instead, he charges in toward the goblin mage along side Rajuna and attempts to eviscerate it where it stands.
Uriel retaliates with a furious swipe when the goblin strikes him, the speed unexpected from the heavily armored man. Soon after he gives another swipe at the next goblin in line, eviscerating them with impunity.
See that's why I should have ignored people when they told me to follow my passions. Unfortunately for me my passions led me to studying history which is not the best degree ever for gainful employment. Ha, I've got you both beat. I have a dual degree in Creative Writing and Psychology, and people won't even hire me! ... It occurs to me that this isn't a competition I really wanted to win.
Uriel looks down at the red-haired woman, his head whipping around when Hemlock shouts about the fuel wagon. "Run! Get out of here!" After shouting to the woman, he turns and runs toward the goblins at the fuel cart. He charges in with little concern for backup—whether that's confidence in his abilities or foolhardiness is hard to tell—and immediately assaults the first goblin within his reach.
"Father Zantus! Flee, get yourself to safety and help the wounded!" Uriel sees Efanyyd helping the holy man and decides to instead aid the closest member of the townsfolk that is under attack. He prioritizes whichever person he believes to be in the worst shape, charging in at the little beasts. Uriel whips his blade around to give the citizen time to flee before assaulting the goblins.
Uriel finds the largest group of goblins that hasn't already been attacked by one of the others, and charges in with his blade drawn. The air around him crackles with divine energy as he swings the sword as if it were a twig, attempting to rend the goblin nearest to him in twain.
"Nasty little creatures," Uriel says as he draws his blade from its sheath. "Get to shelter! Go!" Uriel yells at the assembled crowd, taking up a fighting stance. "These vermin are no match for me, keep yourselves safe." Uriel's body blossoms with heavenly light, and he levels his blade at the goblins and shouts at them in their own language. "Лицето ми, кретини. Почувствувајте ја моќта на Ангелот на одмаздата!" Goblin:
"Face me, cretins. Feel the might of the Angel of Vengeance!
To be honest, Uriel doesn't know anyone from town to strike up a conversation with them, and I'm honestly not familiar enough with Sandpoint to know whom he might just run into. If you have an interaction in mind that might make sense I'm cool with that, but I don't really know who to speak with myself.
Oh man, are you going to the Battle of Normandy at Skirmish? I was hoping to go, but I don't have the cash. I'm assuming Skaves will be there; tell him I say hello, and congrats on his engagement.
"To you as well." Uriel stretches out his arm before gearing up for whoever sits down across from him, ready to let loose and enjoy himself a bit before he sets out again to find what he's come for.
Uriel, being a more reserved sort of man, just wanders the festival. He watches some of the others enjoy the festival but he himself keeps out of many of the festivities. He watches some archery competitions and other tests of skill, but refrains from enjoying them himself for the most part. He still seems stern and reserved, even during the celebration. When he finally comes across the arm wrestling, he watches for quite a while. 'Oh... what's the harm. Whatever has called me here clearly isn't present right now.' He steps up and sits down, his heavy, gauntlet-clad fist slapping down on the table. "Any prizes for the victor?"
"I agree, I didn't expect such a thing from such a small community." Uriel folds his arms across his chest and looks up at the cathedral, and gives a small frown. 'I thought perhaps the tragedy here... I would have felt something connected to whatever harm shall befall this town. Father, why have you brought me here? What secrets are hidden away in this coastal town? I must be missing something, if only I knew what it was.' Uriel sighs and shakes his head, waiting for the festival to commence in full. "There is no alter to the Lady of Graves, though? That surprises me. She is, typically at least, the god of the common people. I would expect to find something in Her honor."
"Actually, that's a question I had myself. Do you know why the new cathedral was built? I understand it's a cause for celebration, but I'm afraid I don't know much of why. Did something happen?"
No, on Golarion the Planetouched races do not have extremely long lifespans, and instead are comparable to that of a half-elf. Thing is, that's a Golarion specific thing. So, it may not be on the PFSRD for that reason.
Those still have the original ages, actually. They may not be on the PFSRD because of the fact that they're a Golarion-centric thing.
Don't aasimar and tieflings now use the half-elf aging chart? I thought that was a change they made not that long ago. Uriel is only 19...
"You could call me such a thing, yes. I have been raised in the church since I was child." When Efanydd comments on Gao's own musings on poison, he chimes in again. "A drop is still a dose, if you ask me. Cut the dose in half, and your dead man lives again." The assimar gives half a chuckle. "My name is Uriel, and I didn't travel so far as my new friend here must have. I grew up in Magnimar, but I traveled for the festival in order to tend to some religious matters here in Sandpoint. What brings you here yourself, Efanydd?"
"Well met, Gao. My name is Uriel, but I haven't traveled so near as far as you must've to reach Sandpoint. I only needed a few days with a caravan, from Magnimar. I came to the festival for... religious reasons." Uriel just shrugs as he says it, clearly not wanting to get into the details. He looks over as an elf approaches the stall as well, raising an eyebrow at the man's request. "I wouldn't call it poison," he said, looking down at the corn dog in his gauntlet-clad fist. "As my new acquaintance might say, introductions make for fewer strangers. Who might you be?"
"Yes, I suppose it is." Uriel just grinned when the man started musing about the taste of the carnival food. "I'll have what he's having, then." He turned back to the man--clearly as much a stranger to this town as he was--and gave him a nod in return. "What brings you to this town, stranger? I had a feeling I would be one of few unfamiliar faces here today, but it seems I was wrong."
You would think, but those crazy bastards down south figured it out. You freeze the whole thing then fry them for about 10-15 seconds, I've seen it done. I tried it too. I wish I hadn't.
To be fair, I've eaten them and I'm also a little fascinated by corn dogs. That, and deep-fried foods that were never meant to be deep-fried. Like Oreos. Or Butter.
"Right. Thank you, Miss Ameiko." When the Tien woman leaves, Uriel rouses from bed and stretches away his sleepiness. While his dreams the night before had been calm compared to the night terrors he had felt recently, he was still on edge and had trouble sleeping. He dons his armor and tabard before strapping his sword to his belt and heading downstairs. Knowing there would be food at the festival, he decided to forgo getting breakfast and instead left the tavern to head to the cathedral square. His armor--freshly polished the night before, as always--gleams when the sun strikes it, and he smooths out his red tabard before heading out into the festival grounds. The aasimar stands out amongst the crowd as always, towering above most of the others. While his tanned skin wasn't unfamiliar in Varisia, his brilliant red hair and golden eyes easily marked him as an outsider. He stops at the first place he notices that's selling food, and places one gauntlet-clad hand on their booth. "I'd like something to eat, please. What're you selling?"
Judging from the comments I saw from some of the IT people, our woes should (hopefully) come to an end soon.
Yeah, not to mention how janky the boards have been lately. It's like I'm rolling the dice every time to see whether it works.
Yeah, I'm a little surprised the Infiltrator doesn't gain a version of Stern Gaze to increase Bluff.
I believe they're having issues with the server; it's just that if it happens after 5 PM Pacific time they aren't going to be able to fix it until the next day. I know they thought they had it fixed yesterday but that clearly wasn't the case.
Uriel is a lie detector both because I have good Sense Motive (not only do I have high Wisdom, but Stern Gaze adds 1/2 my level as well) but I also gain Discern Lies as a class feature in a few levels. As for where I am, I'm on the eastern shore of Maryland so I'm in the same time zone as some other folks, but I have a tendency to post at odd hours. More importantly, I prefer to work overnight jobs and with the tourist season starting I'll probably be in a hotel overnight, meaning that'll be my normal posting time. Also sorry to hear about your great grandmother. Are your siblings holding up okay?
Uriel only has Intimidate for a face-like skill, but he's really good at it. He's also a walking lie detector for when we need that sort of thing. I've got knowledge skills to identify monsters since I need that for Bane, and I've got a couple other useful things. In particular, one of my Background skills is Linguistics as I need it for all the Litany spells. So, I can translate into quite a few languages down the line. That about accounts for my skill selection as although I've got a lot of skill points my Intelligence isn't great.
It's... a bit of a ways off (unless Loup allows me to take it earlier) but as soon as it's available I'm going to take Angelic Wings and Uriel will be able to fly to deal with other flying enemies. I would love to have it available before 10th level since Angelic Blood is the other prerequisite beyond race. In fact, the goal is he'll be a pretty good flier and can deal with aerial threats.
... minus the perpetual headache caused by the dumpster fire that is US politics.Eyyyy. Actually, I wasn't either. It's just a s%&@ show. Also, just out of curiosity, what are everyone's builds going for? I figure with gestalt we can get some pretty crazy stuff going on, so making sure we aren't overlapping with each other a ton is a good idea. Uriel is going to end up being focused on Intimidate along with a LOT of focused damage. In addition, he's picking up feats to be a Mage Slayer. He's got the Spellbreaker archetype and my Fighter levels will make it easy to pick up the feats needed to keep them threatened and on their toes. He'll also been getting mundane flight through the Aasimar feat, so I'll be in the air quite a bit. He has no real way to attack or defend at range, however.
With me personally, great! How are you doing?Things are going pretty well in RL... minus the perpetual headache caused by the dumpster fire that is US politics. Eyyyy. As for knowing anyone in town, it's unlikely that anyone would know of Uriel unless they're from/spent a lot of time in Magnimar. He has only recently arrived in town although he's probably staying at the Dragon. He's... not easy to miss. You might have seen him and wonder what someone like him is doing in Sandpoint, but it's not likely he's really spoken to anyone.
On a similar note, I'm likely going to be working night shifts so I'll probably be posting pretty late nights in our time zone for the summer or possibly even into October.
Definitely not brainwashed Aasimar Inquisitor, reporting in. I don't care if we do it here or... well, anywhere really, but I'd love to talk to you about whether or not Uriel is in fact the son (or even descendant) or Ragathiel. He definitely believes he is but he always has inklings of doubt at times, and depending on your thoughts I'll likely change how I play the character. His belief has been re-affirmed somewhat by his visions of Sandpoint under siege by some dark power, but even then he isn't sure if it's because he was destined to be this hero or simply because Ragathiel or one of his servants chose to speak to him. I'm even fine with you coming up with a decision and leaving me in the dark, but either way I'd like to have the discussion at some point. I have my personal feelings on whether or not it's actually true, but I'm definitely willing to roll with you on this one.
Missed me as well.
I need to finish up the character's backstory, but Uriel is (mechanically) finished except for finishing up with gear. Short version of his backstory is he was born into a cult of Ragathiel in Magnimar and was raised to believe he was the son of the Empyreal Lord. Whether that's true is anyone's guess (including his own) but his heritage and holy birthmark suggest that at the very least he's been gifted with divine favor from the time he was born. He has had divine visions on occasion since his birth and many have directed his training, but in recent months he felt grave portents of doom in his dreams. Once he heard of the Swallowtail Festival he realized Sandpoint was the city in his dreams and left Magnimar to attempt to defend the town from whatever evil was descending upon it. Whether or not he may actually be the direct child of an Empyreal Lord is something to be decided later, but I would certainly like to explore it in either case. I think Uriel harbors some doubts about it but ultimately believes it; if he's proven correct, I may reflect that by taking options that strengthen some of his divine ties and his angelic heritage. Mechanically, Uriel is built to intimidate opponents and be a counter to enemy magic-users. His inquisitor archetype makes it difficult to harm him with spells and makes him better at taking them down, and he'll get better at it when he picks up Disruptive and Spellbreaker later on. In addition, he'll be taking Pin Down/Stand Still to keep spellcasters from fleeing to cast. He'll also be taking the feat tree to get Angelic Wings, so he'll have natural flight.
Nothing personal guys, but I think I'm gonna bow out. It's just that it's been about two months since I signed on and I haven't come in yet. I know the dungeon is big and the post rate is slow, and it's nothing on you guys, but I'd rather find something where I can either get in on the ground floor or join in faster. If I was the only replacement character I'd probably stick around, but especially with Valgwyn here I think you'll all be alright. I hope you guys have a great game.
Just checking in to say my finals are done and I'm ready to jump in when we get there.
Hey all, this upcoming week is my final week of classes for my senior year of college, so posting may be a little sparse (or non-existant, really) until Saturday or so. I will do my best to keep posting and I will at the very least be reading what happens, so I'll be caught up, but I may not be too active. If I find free time (unlikely) I will post in when I can. Otherwise, expect to not see me unless I'm lucky. This may not matter if I'm not introduced in the next week or so anyway, but I wanted to make sure everyone knew in case I was. If that happens, I'll post as soon as possible.
Sorry your dog needs surgery, hope he makes a speedy recovery.
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