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Hmmm. I'm definitely interested in this. I have a couple concepts I'll whip up tomorrow, but to help me decide on a class... I take it the Aegis and Soulknife are banned, as psionic classes. If so, I think I'm leaning towards either ranger or sorcerer. How much prejudice would a gnoll get in Ustalav? Backup races include half-orc or weretiger-kin.
So I just spent the better part of an hour formatting that damn profile, and the Paizo board went ahead and just ignored all changes when I hit "save." I'll try again tonight when I don't feel like strangling their servers with Cat-5 cable.
PbP is less than optimal, but better than seeing the game die. Mayhaps we can still have occasional roll20 sessions when time and scheduling permits in addition to the PbP?
Usual time today?
Good luck with the move!
I'm looking forward to getting MORE NATURAL ATTACKS WHEEEE
Kas and I should both be on tonight.
Kas and I have been working on a homebrew base class and 4 ToB martial disciplines lately. While it's 3.5 (since Pathfinder doesn't have martial adept classes), once it's done, would any of you lot mind giving them a looking-over? (Also it's easy as hell to convert; just swap out the class skills and BAM! Done.) The class is called the King of Fighters, and is a terrifying, semi-supernatural unarmed fighter. Like the monk, only powered by pure awesome and Charisma instead of introspection and suck. It has access to only one of the four disciplines (player choice), but masters it completely. 3 of the 4 disciplines are alignment-based (a Good discipline, an Evil discipline, and a Neutral discipline), while the fourth is what I can best describe as the lovechild of Gurren Lagann and Nietzsche.
I'll be on at the usual time.
I'm currently strongly leaning towards running a Dread. Specifically Don Dorcha, (aspiring) Dark Lord of the Dance. I'm going there.
I'll be on tonight at the usual time.
Aw, hell. It just completely slipped my mind; work was killer this past week. I'm definitely going to be on this week.
Lucent: Kas and I have been brainstorming stuff for the Walker, and came up with what we think is a neat idea. I've sent you a PM with the details.
Alright, once again Thursday works best for me this week (I had the choice between having Wednesday evening off or being able to go have crawfish with my family, and I haven't spent time with them since well before Easter so yeah).
Alright, Wednesday won't work for me this week, but I have Thursday completely off. I'll be talking with my manager about getting Wednesday evenings off in the future, too.
And NOW the coworker who said she'd take my shift tonight hasn't gotten in touch with me and isn't answering her phone. Joy of joys!
Gah! Sorry about missing tonight; I ended up with a surprise evening shift at work. Imagine how pleased I was to find out about that when I went in this morning.
I'm personally good with the current pace, since I've had bad luck with PBP.
Game is still on for tonight, right?
Alright, if we do it Thursday, I'll be available until 7 for sure, possibly until 8 (Central time).
I should be able to play Thursday, though I may have to leave early.
For those curious, Karrn's battle-chant in the encounter tonight translates roughly as "Now comes the slaughter, a killing spree, a vicious beast of the Walker. The madness and turmoil swell up inside, innocence devoured by howls. A wolf doesn't care how many the sheep may be."
Ouch, that sucks. Hope you can get some time to relax. Also, I second the motion to try to set up a secondary time.
Just found out I can't make the session tonight. My apologies. There should be no hiccups in me returning next week.
Welcome, Ravenfall! Also, I just realized that with curious people likely to be asking Karrn about it, I'm going to have to do some more fleshing-out of his tribe's beliefs with the Walker and such. Hmmm.
Thanks! Just curious, what were you expecting his attitude to be like?
Should be interesting. It likely won't help that when it comes to anything even resembling civilized manners, Karrn is... lacking. He'll definitely appreciate curiosity though. Anyway, I have one prologue-chunk up to help me get into Karrn's mindset. I'll likely be writing a second one that's more prose and less stream-of-consciousness later.
Ascension, Prologue – Prey for the Mind <Karrn on the path to Piren's Bluff> ------------------ Like many things, it starts with a hunt. I enjoy a good hunt more than anything else, especially if I can make a game of it. My father didn’t like that at first but he got used to it when he saw me tear a huge stag’s throat out just as it was about to escape from his own pack. We ate well that night. Only, this time I’m not hunting prey. Well, I guess I am. But prey for my mind instead of my teeth. I guess that’s how to say it. Gideon and his expedition are not-eating prey. I should probably act like they aren’t prey at all when I find them, though. I don’t want them to point at me and scream. That would be annoying. So prey. They’re not-eating prey for my mind, but there’s always time to find prey for my teeth, too. This one looked like a young deer. My armor spooked it, I got an arrow in its leg, and I’ve been tracking it. In the strange place –Cheliax, I think- some people asked why I wear armor this noisy. They didn’t understand it’s like tying rocks to yourself to be a better swimmer. There it is. Just a little closer. It’s tired and weak now. Pounce. Bite. Tear. I don’t understand the city-people. They look at me like they can’t understand the good things in life. Lying in the warm sun with a full belly. Blood still in your teeth. Watching clouds pass behind the green-spread leaves. They don’t appreciate it. I don’t know how anyone can live like that. I hated being in the city. Too much stone under paw, but wrong stone. Too smooth. No life in it. And so many people in one place who live in different places in the same place. They don’t see each other. It’s not like my tribe. Joruk laughed at me when I told him what I was doing. My father just shook his head but I think I saw him smile a bit too. I have to know. I don’t understand them and I want to. My mother said the Walker was like that, when he was just a young gnoll, always searching and never satisfied with the answers, but in a good way. Now that my belly is full, I should search for my not-eating prey for the mind. The men in Cheliax told me they were at a place called Piren’s Bluff. If I’d known that from the beginning I wouldn’t have had to travel so far. It’s right near home! Typical civilized-think, making everything more complicated than it needs to be. Bow to him, step out of his way, say these words now and these words then, but only to people like her. Walker knows it could drive someone rabid. But there’s a hunt going on and I can make it a game. And maybe I can learn more about these people who say they’re not animals.
That's because Karrn is an adorable voracious hyena-man.
Hey folks, Karrn here. Hopefully you lot won't point at me and scream. It's highly distressing. :P |
