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"I suspect we are far from any roads we would recognize, Eamch ... regardless, I agree with Aletta. While I am skeptical of the intent that brought us here, we need not meet it on their terms. I for one am deeply curious about the nature of this castle. Perhaps - well, Brian and I might benefit from better understanding it."
Rakbura makes no move to move in front of Eamch, letting him take the lead.
Not sure I can make a new alias on mobile, that might remain in limbo.
Rakbura's lips twitch in not entirely kind amusement at Brian's banter. He might have little respect for dressing magic up in such gaudy showmen's clothing, but at least no one was losing their head at this unexpected turn of events. So far. He trailed after Savas, confident of his relative safety behind the monk, concerned less with the whys and wherefores of their new situation as with any potential arcane implications, something someone else might miss.
And he had another trick up his sleeve should the castle prove resistant to giving up its secrets. But best to treat magic with respect. Conserve it where possible.
Arcana: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
Making a new alias now, apartment hunting has been kicking my a**.
I believe I am ready, unless anything else in specific is needed from me : )
I've heard good things about Mind Sliver, and picked it up for Rakbura.
I see no particular reason that Rakbura wouldn't be from Dreadwood - I'm not sure he would have spent much time around a bounty hunter, but he might have bought spell components from Karhu before?
Here's Rakbura! All ready for roll-playing, although as far as role-playing, I have a mental image and a name, and not much else. I do usually build up a deeper understanding of my characters as I go - however, if there are particular story beats of my backstory I should have filled out ...
https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/Rai/characters/53962218
Does anyone want to start the campaign with their character already knowing another character? I am playing a Rude Elf Wizard, but I don't have much else of a backstory hook yet!
I don't have that much experience with Greyhawk - I look forward to doing my reading on it, but if someone's really passionate about the series, where would you suggest I start to get a real feel for the flavor?
So it seems we have a cleric, a monk, a bard, and a fighter? I'm down to play a wizard - I am not the most tactically-minded player, however, so I'm absolutely open to advice on how to execute this concept.
Probably a human wizard. Probably an edgy human wizard. I've been feeling nostalgic for Dragonlance.
Geez, I really don't watch a lot of movies - Raiders of the Lost Ark with Indiana Jones staying human.
: ( I'm sorry to hear all that. Take all the time you want, I'll be around.
Cheers, everybody! Have a great game.
I'm content with Agravaine so far, and will make an alias for him should I be selected.
Yeah, Altan's a guy.
OK, I'd prefer to fudge the alias thing for a couple more days because I'm behind on schoolwork again and it's somehow less taxing to post than it is do minor administrative tasks, but I will get on that.
I should be able to get that done this weekend : ) Sorry, 've been busy.
"Certainly!" Cereidh says, eyes bright, although she doesn't get up from the table herself.
Legolas shakes his head with a smile, taking a seat himself. "You're welcome to put her fervor for this cause to use, although I must request she return to the Mirkwood safely."
Cereidh smiles to herself, a little bit. "Would that I could call myself even that - an emissary. But, Lord Knight, while the Mirkwood has its proud traditions, we are in complete agreement about the calling of the North."
She looks over her shoulder at a tall elf, similarly in well-made hunter's garb.
"Should we wish to bring this conversation into something more formal before My Lord Thranduil catches wind of this small fellowship, and maybe bind ourselves by agreement, my Prince has got bored of your drink and is coming this way."
Cereidh half stands to wave the other elf over.
Legolas Greenleaf looks somewhat skeptical at the small gathering. He schools his expression upon seeing Gandalf. "Mithrandir," he says, with a bow. Then he turns to Cereidh. "Cos, what's this fearmongering with the younger races? Not that I don't find the fall of the Dragon both honorable and impressive," he adds to Balin and Dwalin. He sounds reluctant to be impressed, almost as if he wishes to hear them boast to him.
@ Vincenzo, I'm put in mind of a certain FR assassin. Inspo or no?
Hah, Altan's gonna be absolutely terrified of most of his fellow adventurers.
So, there's just a running gag now of something exploding or interrupting the conversation whenever Imperia starts getting a bit too honest about her intentions for Agravaine in front of him ...
Gonna be real with you all, it's been years since I've spent much time on Middle-Earth and I'm sure I'm gonna mess up the lore, but at one point I practically lived there, and I look forward to revisiting the dream-fields of old! ... Just feel free to jump in and tell me when I'm messing up.
A Silvan elf in well-made but, compared to her fellow visitors from the Last Homely House, plain hunter's garb mills around the festivities, evidently ill at ease with the crush of people; it seems that she hasn't spent much time in the lands of Men, though her eyes are wide with curiosity and she is perhaps a bit too brazen in sneaking stares at the dignitaries - particularly the knight, Findegil.
She's orbited into the company's space by the time Gandalf's arrived, and speaks up,
"Mithrandir! It is Mithrandir, isn't it? I've never been in Court when ... But, my Lord Dwarf," she says to Balin, "the Shadow over the Wood is no small thing. Is it not, Mithrandir?"
"My apologies. I'm no diplomat - but to be honest, my Lords, neither is my royal cousin - we simply worry for our home. We may not hail from Lorien, by the Greenwood has its own beauty."
She toys with a drink she's picked up from somewhere, suddenly defensive.
Here's the character sheet in progress of Agravaine, a Taldane half-elf and (eventually) Bladebound magus who's been having awful interesting dreams lately about his mother, a cleric of Milani, igniting a fight for independence in Kintargo.
Of course, by the time he gets there, she's already dead, so it's time for a good old-fashioned revenge story - which I imagine promptly gets derailed by the rest of the party's recognition of a useful loose cannon.
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1Xn7m_gfmArVaad8uSbcPvxQ_3TCUqUPNgAw 5trohusw/edit?usp=sharing
(The seemingly prophetic dreams are coming from something malevolent and otherworldly. I'll leave exactly what that is up to the DM).
@ Nikolause de'Shade, how would Imperia work with a character who really does want an independent Kintargo? I'm not expecting him to actually ever get it, but would she be willing to pull the 'you can rule WITH me' thing until the endgame? (At which point I can provide him with another misguided goal, probably).
To see if the guards left Al anything: 1d100 ⇒ 34
Here! Finally! [By the way, can I delete old characters sheets / personas I have from old games? Because they pile up and it's obnoxious).
I pretty much imagine Altan, my Destined human sorcerer, as a blaster caster - I've never been very confident with leveraging the ruleset tactics-wise, though, so if anyone has suggestions I'm all ears.
He's also a bit of an obnoxious troll so I will try my best to provide comic relief.
Sorry, classes were kicking my ass. Should I put my character sheet up here once I've made it? Still interested.
Still interested, will submit a character sheet this weekend.
I'd be interested in joining as a Silvan scout with Feanor, one of his sons or someone equally tragic as a patron (B ) ), if you're low on players? Otherwise, have fun with the game!
Would it fit the concept to make a character who truly, genuinely believes he's the good guy, while exercising what control I have as a player to lean in to the whole 'the path to hell is lined with et. cetera.'? Essentially a very myopic LE.
Because if so, I have an idea for a witch who wants to get revenge on Thrune for the death of [insert backstory NPC here] who's being manipulated by a daemon Harbinger to destabilize the nation as much as possible. (Other classes with a similar patron set-up would also work, and I'm not really decided yet on where to have him come from. It's been awhile since I've played in the Golarion sandbox, what nations have either really atheistic viewpoints or just, really shitty theocracies [other than Cheliax, obv].)
I'd like to jump in on this! (I've been, tragically, away from the PbP scene for quite a while but I should remember the basics).
What's the setting? Golarion, unspecified or homebrew?
I'm thinking of playing a human sorcerer who landed in the Dome due to challenging a more skilled mage, and was sold here to make a point; he'd quite like to live and get the f+%# out of here, but Narrative suggests that he thrive and go back to kick that other mage's ass.
Cha: 10 + 2d4 ⇒ 10 + (1, 3) = 14
Con: 10 + 2d4 ⇒ 10 + (3, 2) = 15
Dex: 10 + 1d6 ⇒ 10 + (6) = 16
Int: 10 + 1d6 ⇒ 10 + (1) = 11
Str: 14 - 1d6 ⇒ 14 - (5) = 9
Wis: 14 - 1d6 ⇒ 14 - (3) = 11
Should I stat him up or wait 'til Monday night to go ahead with that?
Withdrawing from consideration (I mean, I was on the interest check thread) simply because I don't think I have the time and energy this term to really engage with the ruleset and go deep on setting and backstory. Good luck to everyone.
Will you link to the thread here?
Signing on for interest in #2 or #3.
The woman behind the bar gives Ru a flat look. "Not enough law in these parts to make a smuggler. And it's none of my business. But we don't give them any reason to take their wares elsewhere."
"There are some spices and earths of theirs that I wish they'd take elsewhere, but whenever one of the folk we rely on up here succumbs to foolish indulgence, someone else running the routes always winds up in their place."
The woman behind the bar pitches in to say, "No, that it ain't. You get fur trappers here, the elven nations deeper into the Wyrd and the halflings farther north mostly keep to themselves, the occasional ice-fishing settlement along the coast as hasn't been driven out of business by the elves or the halflings or giant raids, and the odd human or mixed settlement -" she nods at the local man who'd been talking with Ru, "but that's about it."
"We aren't part of a town. We just rely on trade routes for business."
The local - for a certain value of local - looks back at Imrien. "I, uh, can't say why you're here, but I'd be inclined to agree with you - except the hellblooded lady seems to think there's more to it, too." His black eyes flick over to Avrin, as well, maybe thinking how odd it was to see a refined Raphaeran in these northern reaches.
Well "hellblooded" is a crude term, though not the crudest possible directed against tieflings, and he doesn't speak with any ire or discomfort. Imrien has attracted mild curiosity, but no more than the Raphaeran and the Ethellan dwarf.
"Maybe one of the same type is in fact the one you're looking for?"
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Things that I am in favor of in my games:
Paladins. Psions.
Low-magic, magical realism, or similar settings.
Drow player characters.
Coddling players who want coddled.
Using whatever shitty piece of paper I have on hand for a character sheet instead of using something sensible.
Sacrificing the rules and balance of the game for a good joke or a good thematic moment.
If people are feeling overshadowed, etc., make them talk about their emotions instead of trying to re-balance the game.
Personal arcs for individual PCs.
Arbitrary leveling at GM's discretion.
(I pretty much raised my current batch of players in the ways of PF, so I got a small period of time of having my way).
Ru is unable to read anything into the man's expression. He deflates a little. "Oh. There have been a clutch of those in Nuyez recently."
The man looks suspicious at Ru's words.
Make a perception check, if you wish. And always remember that you can make skill checks or otherwise act at any point whatsoever.
"Who are you looking for?"
The man turns to Imrien with a politely bemused expression, notably unfazed by her otherworldly traits. "How so?"
The man squints into the middle distance, thinking. "I just don't think they were willing to risk their safety for some stranger from Neyuz, not on the word of some other stranger from Neyuz. I have enough money, but ... there's some hard feelings in this part of the Wyrd towards my people. Silly, all of it."
"She disappeared. I doubt she just got lost - she grew up in these lands, she's an accomplished hunter. Just before this, a band of troublemakers showed up at our village. We kicked them out, but she was gone shortly after. I hired some trackers from my village, but one of them went missing and the others dropped the job." The man looks increasingly distressed.
The man considers this; he's obviously in pretty desperate straits if Ru's comment is being considered. "That ... might have some offensive capabilities? Oh, don't listen to me. I'm no warlord. And someone, but yes, I'm trying, and failing, to find her."
The man looks to the side and runs a hand nervously through his hair. "Yes. I, uhm. I'm looking for help." He looks at the fur trappers next to the fireplace with some bitterness. "However, most of the people here seem to think that my business isn't a very good bet - or at least I'm not."
The barkeep tries not to smirk to herself at this and fails.
The man's brow furrows a bit as he thinks. "No, I think that makes sense. Neyuz's midwinter pageant also has demon actors, except ours dress in black. And Neyuz isn't that far from here. You're from Ethellus, right? What brings you far north?" The man doesn't seem to notice Ru's self-consciousness.
The man in the motley clothes and most other current inhabitants of the inn have the long noses, high cheekbones, and nut-brown skin of inhabitants of the northern Aeridyfa-wyrd and Blue Reaches, in contrast to Ru's Ethellan dwarvish features, and the features of the two Southerners who've just taken notice of her.
The barkeep sweeps up the coins with alacrity.
The oddly dressed man blinks down at Ru, seeming a bit surprised that she's approached him despite the fact that he was inviting it.
"Excuse me, but what's an arklin?" He speaks Trade clearly, but has a thick accent that Ru can't place.
A few moments later the barkeep returns and places a bowl of hearty stew and a mug of beer in front of Ru. The customer service in this place isn't anything to write home about, but at least Ru got good value in food for her coin.
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