Velana's page

I'm here every day. Often more than once. I just am confused as to what is going on at the moment in game.

Same here.

"Leggies" that's an interesting name for a bar.

I walk up to the door and have a listen perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

"Ah, George, those sausages smell good. I've got a lot of time for the gods but, y'know, it doesn't mean I want to sleep in a temple."

After eating, I go looking for my companions.

"Thanks George, you're a pal." I give the barkeep a friendly slap on the arm.

"Sounds like the village could use a new mill, once we've sorted out this trouble."

I pipe up, "I'm not far off Krallek's situation. This seems as good a place as any to be."
I shrug broadly and lean back in my chair, "I'm not quite the dwarf everyone expects and so I didn't have much to do back home. I hit the road, thought I'd see the world and figure out what I enjoyed and what I was good at... when you live like that, sometimes you've got to work a bit and raise some coin for the next journey."
After speaking I pour myself another glass of rum and take a sip.
"How about you, Galacia?"

I am late to the inn, having enjoyed languishing in the baths and spent some time fussing over my hair.

I plonk myself down cheerily next to Krallek, slap the big man on the arm and declare, "You'll join me for a drink, I'm sure."

I wave at the barman, "Hey, George! A bottle of that black rum and 6 glasses... and some of these tasty-looking sausages. Got any mustard to go with 'em?"

"My room's at Judge's Ruin, I hope that's where Elon is recommending? George is a fine fellow!"

I take off my hat and give it a sniff, "This makes me hungry for smoked cheese and meats... At least I haven't lost my appetite!"

Yep, Holy is great.

"The orb is alive. It has a memory!"

Yeah, I know, Vorpal is a bit over the top anyway, I'll go for a +1 Holy Warhammer.

Ah right, +1 only will count out Axiomatic as well then...

+1 Frost Warhammer should be right up Velana's alley.

Obviously, my instinct is to get a vorpal battle axe (I am a dwarf) but I don't know if that would be okay?

I grin from ear to ear, "I knew this would be fun!"

I look around the group, "Hey, maybe we're not too special, but we're not too shabby either and hey, at least we'll be doing something useful."

Stepping forward, I shake Graves by the hand, "Sandy, old pal, I am in."

Finally, we get to meet our employer! I hope he's handsome and mysterious...

Aye, we've got the orb, so we've the whip hand. Let's get cracking.

At Eliana's request, I take a seat against the wall and lean back. I close my eyes and wait for Eliana to speak but I also strain to listen as Argius' footsteps retreat and make sure he has left.

perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

"Right then Elon, lead the way. Let's see a man about his claws.

I begin to stamp out toward town, then pause and wait for the others: So, where might we find this Paul fella?

It seems to me that we were put on this path by Mr. Graves, and yet we still haven't met him. Maybe it's time to go over Argius' head and meet our sponsor?

"Is that the orb? What does it do? Maybe we should take it back to town?"

I look a bit sheepish about being out of the fight.

I've been super-busy, starting new job and moving house at the same time... all worked out though, it's a great house for us.

Glad to be back.

Have been away from interweb. Back now.

Having been guarding the entrance, Velana bursts into life when the creature appears.

initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

Any chance for knowledge rolls to work this out?

Back from the land of no internet!

perception: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 6 + 2 = 23

Elon, you are completely and utterly insane. pause... I like that about you.

I run into the river, do a twirl and run back out again sopping wet.

As I near the mill again, I call to Galacia:
The mill may be abandoned but most people are too busy dealing with the attack upon the town. We don't own property there, we're the ones who are free to check this out. Plus, someone said this might be connected to the orbs... and finding out about them is exactly what we're here for.

I tie a sopping scarf around my mouth and head for the back of the mill, lookign for an entrance.

[Yawn, stretch] Well, that was a lovely nap, now, about that forest...

Little FInder hasn't posted on the site since the 24th, probably real-life stuff keeping him/her busy.

I hope it continues, left on a cracking cliffhanger at the moment.

As Zhoun Lo is late to this party (like me) maybe we could both have come into town together and both know that we are answering the call.
Maybe Zhoun Lo had something urgent to do first which delayed him from meeting our benefactor.

That way, when he shows up I can declare: "Hey, I know this guy, he's with us!"

Let's try to connect ourselves a little better. I'll post something in the discussion thread.

I unhitch my crossbow and slide a bolt into position

What is going on here?

perception check 1
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
percpetion check 2
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

I turn to Agira: Well, hello there, I'm afraid I was late for the meeting with Graves. Not how I like to meet people but it's a pleasure.

Elon, a fella I knew used to say that 'you can't cook over a cold fire': let's go check out this mill before it's trampled by crowds.

I finally have a chance to pinch some water and take Elon's medicine.

Weird stuff like this, at this time, it's got to be connected.

Thankyou.
I pocket the powder.
Orbs, huh, who would stand to gain from stealing them?
I move with Elon, although it is a struggle to keep up.

Not pausing as I gulp down a large mug of water, I give Elon a wink and a thumbs up, then I follow him outside.

perception
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

So, what's this Graves fellow like?

I stumble downstairs, blinking in the light: By Cayden, George, what is in that black rum?

I shake my head: No, forget about that: I need a big jug of water or tea or something... I'm late for my meeting with Sandy Graves, apparently he's putting a crew together.

I am a little loud: too hungover to be discreet and, in any case, I'm a gregarious lass.

The sound and motion wakes me from a deep sleep, I open my eyes and scan the room for the adventurous young gnome I met last night but he is nowhere to be seen.
The shaking triggers a burst of pain from my powerful hangover and a memory bursts from the mist:
Oh, gods, I was supposed to meet Graves today!

I begin hurriedly pulling on clothes and gathering equipment.

Little Finder, you can choose which Inn I awake in: maybe I can meet some folks in the bar?

Well, Hello.

Fair play, I hope the game goes well.

Little Finder, I have updated Velana's crunch. I originally made her for another game but she never really fit and wasn't picked; this game sounds much more up her alley.

background:

I've got a charming, dwarven explorer (archaeologist archetype) who might fit this campaign.

Um... I've built her and you can find her in the avatar.

Meet Velana.

Could we come from anywhere on Golarion, or should we pick a certain region?

Would you like us to pick Golarion gods, or hold on for your own creations?

Okay, Roshan, this is my character at the moment: I may need to check gear as I got confused messing about with herolab.

The character was inspired by this image and is a self-confident, sexy dwarf explorer. The kind of woman Indiana Jones would try to chat up after she saved him from snakes.

I'll put a fuller biog up soon.