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Much like Kurt, I'd like to throw Zero in. Poor half elf never got a proper chance to live in a previous homebrew. I could rework him to fit your rules well. Though I would like to ask, the character design hinges on exotic proficiency in bastard blades counting as one handed for the black blade. Would you be okay with that? Also, I want to ask what your rules are in regards to negative stats? I'll like to roleplay a mildly amnesiac, and feel lower charisma and wisdom fits it well. History:
Found at the burnt wreckage of a carriage outside Sandpoint, Zero had no memories aside from his name, and an image of a strange blade. Zero has survived in Sandpoint since his arrival by doing odd jobs and physical labor. However, the half elf desperately wishes to leave and find the blade he remembers. Description: Zero, despite his unique name, is nearly forgettable in his appearance. A tall and lean fellow, the only two features that catch people attention are his long silver hair, and bright, yellow glowing eyes. Despite this, Zephyrus is well known for his strength and hardiness. The man himself is quiet, and polite. Many people of Sandpoint docks are unaware the young man can even speak, though those same people will mention his kindness. Despite the prevailing idea he is a simpleton, the half elf is actually quite intelligent. Perhaps due to his amnesia or perhaps the single memory he has, Zero takes every opportunity to learn whatever he can. His magic is rarely used, though a openly known secret.
If possible, I'd like to throw my sword into the ring. Though I would like to ask how the black blade aspect of the character works in the world. He'd basically be looking to figure our more about himself and perhaps open a general store.
Dotting for interest, the vigor system and armor as DR sound like they would make for a fun and different game. Called shots I have no issue playing with. If possible, I'd like to use this character, an idea from a campaign that just didn't work out, reworked to fit the system.
I've decided I'll work up a caster, (sorcerer Void Touched) to better fill the slot needed.
Would Zero fit the background and story, assuming he was scaled up to 5 and retooled to fit the requirements? He is a bladebound kensai wielding bastard sword that sadly never saw his time in another campaign. He has a proper background I'd be happy to rework to fit in.
Quietly rising from his place on the wall, Zero glanced in the direction of the spire before saying, "I fear I'm not one meant to fight. I wish you luck on your journey." As he goes to leave he hands Alex the required gold for the warrant. "Keep them safe please."
Sorry to have to this say this, but I'm afraid I've got to bow out of this game. Real life has suddenly become far more demanding, and I don't think I'll be able to keep up postings of any reasonable quality, not to mention Zero didn't translate well from my mind to character page. Sorry. I'll try and have Zero leave organically but that's the best I can manage.
Nodding in relief, Zero is glad of his loose clothing in this nice weather. I was right to think this seemingly barbaric man to be quite intelligent, even if he only guessed half my reason for not entering. Holding his cross legged position on the ground, the half elf quietly murmurs, "He's right." His piece voiced, Zero leans his head against the wall and gazes skyward.
Glancing nervously at the Hellknights inside, Zero makes no move to enter the building. Give up my blade? I don't think it's that important I enter. I'll stay outside. Taking position on Tangar's free side, the half elf quietly sits with his blade on his lap. As he does maintenance on the weapon Zero glances inside the temple. I wish them luck in their temerity to brazenly stride into a temple of Hellknights, armed or not.
I think Thornkeep sounds like it could be quite interesting in the form of the storyline and where we shall tread. I think trying to get to level 20 would be enjoyable.
Glancing in the direction of the former barmaid, Zero adds, "Perhaps we can take this opportunity to help her. A life of adventure can easily set someone for life, as Lord Royst demonstrates, and as long as she is not on the front line the danger is minimized ." Frowning a bit, the half elf thinks out loud about the metal the Lord has shown them. "Who would build a statue out a magic resistant metal? That seems...wasteful."
I'm completely fine with starting Monday. As for the crits, I personally enjoy the thrill and panic that comes from good hits, but I can see where the opposing side doesn't want to lose their character so soon. I'd say Mended's idea, but either way is cool.
Zero looks at the massive northerner with respect before saying, "Will you read it aloud please? It may help prevent any confusion from arising." Smart of him to prevent any misunderstanding before we actually enter combat. After it is read, Zero rises up and arches backwards, stretching himself out before standing to his full height. Grabbing his blade from it resting place against his chair,the half elf dips his head. "I'll follow."
Feeling incredible jovial and warm, Zero chuckles at Aldhranhald's rather loud belch. Leaning against the corner of his chair, the half elf counters the rather eloquent elf. "While it is not a shame to be unaware, it is a shame to deny an opportunity to at least learn. Even of what one learns, not all of it perfectly fits into the mold of the learner. Besides, if everyone was the same we would miss out on some of the greatest aspects of the world's beauty." Tilting his head in surprise at his own words, the half elf clumsily slides his mead away. "I may have drank more than I should have." Nodding at the mention of the Seven Foxes, Zero adds, "I would assume so; the hell knights are the only seriously organization around here besides occasional brigand groups. Perhaps when we go to get our writs we could ask for information?"
The armor worth the risk, at least until a few levels of canny defense kick in. I'm willing to take the risk of spell failure if that means not catching every claw that floats my way in the face.
Doh, I can't believe I forget to double check my stats. I thought armor didn't stack though? I'm currently in school, but I'll fix that tonight. And here I thought I was starting to get good a pathfinder creation. Back to diving though sources again.
Watching Boudacia's transformation with rapt attention, Zero reaches a realization. Truly there is much of the world I have missed if it holds such amazing people. Perhaps leaving and exploring would be more beneficial than I previously thought. He stays silent, partially due to his lack of recent combat, and attempting to decipher Aldhranhald's comment. Meekly raising his hand the bar maids words, the half elf says, "Fate weaves mysterious patterns. I don't see any reason to not at least listen." Taking another gulp of the Mead, Zero feels flushed. His posture has slackened some into a much more comfortable position, and he seems more animated and lively, which doesn't mean much with his normal social abilities.
Nothing wrong with that. My weapons training is honestly limited compared to most with equivalent experience, so you probably aren't that behind. My only weapon experience is knives, bo staff, escrima, and tonfa. The more tradition stuff isn't my forte. My instructor has a habit of pulling parts from several styles, so my personal style is like the mutt of martial arts. Sparring would be cool indeed. What styles did you learn out of curiosity?
If you don't mind my opinion , I'd agree with you on the strength ruling. A well trained spear user may be fast, but a great deal of what they do is strength based. Granted, the spear acts as a simple tool akin to a lever for multiplying force, but it's strength in the end that matters most. That's just my opinion though, and I won't claim expertise in spear usage, just knowledge of similar weapons and body physiology. Sorry if this got overly long, I just really have a passion for fighting.
Nodding along as if Ozzy's words made perfect sense, Zero replies, "Interesting. It's probably nice to not be alone." Zero follows near the tail of the group, and settles on his seat in a rather textbook pose. Sipping his mead as the others talk, the half elf suddenly blinks when the liquid is absent. Strange, I thought there was more there. Doing the mental equivalent of a shrug, the half elf slowly fades into the background, content to simple be and listen to the group. The large man with the curious accent though draws a great deal of his focus, his axe specifically. A family made weapon?
"Half Elf." After settling his race, he glances at his blade in contemplation. I haven't fought much besides my journey here. Hopefully I'm not a liability. Nursing his cup of mead, Zero quietly murmurs, "Thank you," to the large man buying refreshment. Turning to address the kindly man, the half elf says, "Full plate, please."May as well get some nourishment out of avoiding speaking. After a moment, the half elf nudges Ozzy gently and points at Mr Blinky with curiosity in his voice. "Where did your friend come from?" She seems so young, yet so eager to test herself in the crucible of the spire.."
Holstering his blade, Zero smiles at the girl's antics. Wait, the spire? It would devour them whole. I can't let a child die! Giving his new fellows all a disturbed glance, Zero sighs. "I'll help." The half elf cocks his head. It certainly seems we'd be well set with everyone here. Then as if suddenly realizing how many people are around him, Zephyrus quietly sits down at his chair, staring into his cup of mead. Wait, that will mean I'll need to deal with the hell knights. Ugh."
That sounds completely fair Stormstrider. I did, looking back, on it go a bit overboard with description. If you don't mind I'll do the increments of 50 gp. Thanks for being understanding :D The biggest reason I wanted to start with it was allow Zero a 'catch' so to speak, with him being a quiet character. Don't worry about scaring me off, I want to see this campaign flourish.
"Yes." Zero glances at his blade, before returning to the two before him. I'm not a fan of fighting, but I also don't want them to get hurt. Rolling his shoulder, the half elf asks inquisitively, "Adventuring?" Seeing the young girl's interest in his blade, Zero gently grab it and hesitantly offers the hilt to her. "Heavy, Ozzy." He says her name slowly, as if double checking himself over every verbalization. Turning to attractive woman, the half elf bows his head in greeting.
The half elf sighs, taking a small sip of his drink. "Amnesia." Rapping his knuckles on the blade at his side of the table, he adds with a twinge on melancholy. "Only thing I had."Come on, it's been months. You may not have found out anything about yourself, but you've done good work and righteous deeds. Zero stares the dwarf, his eyes glowing with an discernible emotion. "Zero, Zero Zephyrus."He doesn't seem like a hell knight type. Gruff, but well intention-ed.
Glancing at the two men, Zero silently place his blade on the table before forming a sizzling green orb. Letting his drip on to his weapon which remained unharmed, a few drips hit the table with a sizzle. "I can fight fine." Taking a moment to lift the weapon with his free hand, Zephyrus pointed at the two drinks with his other.Well, one must give in order to take. I have no idea what true Stout tastes like, but hopefully that improves their drink Letting green energy coalesce on his fingertips, the half elf tapped their drinks before sitting back, hands placed in his lap.
All my rolls should be sorted out now Stormrider. Also, once I'm coherent I'll attempt a post, but I may be radio silent for Friday. Sorry!
The half elf tilts his head as the dwarf's eyes narrow. I don't think I've done anything offensive. Dipping his head slightly in a nod, Zero guides the two to a table situated in the corner of the alehouse. Zero takes his seat last, taking great care to keep his blade from catching on the chair. I hope these two converse with each other. This is nearly the most I've spoke in weeks.
Focused entirely on making sure his journey didn't end with him spawled on the ground, Zero remained unaware of Aldhranhald's inspection. Approaching the door in his usually unnoticable manner, Zero suddenly glanced back at the elderly elf. Thank the gods! I didn't even think about making sure he could follow. At least he was spry enough to keep speed.
Welcome to the group Mistress! More players is always welcome in my opinion.
A few inches shorter than Aldhranhald, Zero lacks the bulk to fill out his lean frame. His loose, comfortable clothes reveal oddly pale skin that seems out of place for someone who spends quite a good deal of time outside. The young elf's face is rather blank, and when combined with his glowing yellow eyes and long silver hair, make him seem almost unnatural. The only other thing of note on the young swordsman is his blade. A massive weapon nearly as wide as man's chest, and nearly five feet in length, this weapon is obviously a one of kind. Seemingly made of gray stone and some green metal, its edges are lined in razor sharp spines that extended and receded into the weapon, while two larger protrusions extended to form the guard. The handle, a rope like extension ending in a dull spine that curved upwards, seems almost elfish in design, perhaps an ancient relic. It was the strange center that confirmed that theory. A split circle of stone engraved with elven runes and two emeralds surrounded what appeared to be a closed eye engraved in the center. Nodding his head in affirmation, the vagabond walked calmly through the streets, eyes focused on the ground ahead of him.
Stormstrider, out of curiosity will you allow me to fiddle with inventory to acquire some adequate armor? Thank you Ozzy for pointing that out, I had considered it, but my gold was running dangerously low. Time for inventory I suppose.
His small grin growing slightly larger, Zero nods in affirmation. Perfect. I can aid him, and in return be allowed a glimpse at his knowledge. Thank the gods for people willing to ignore my oddities! Holstering his blade, the half elf gestures in the direction of the The Helmed Lady, the only inn he set foot in after the disaster of an arrival some time ago. "The Helmed Lady." Zephyrus wrinkles his nose is distaste for a moment before adding, "Less knights."
I thought I did :( Though now I am wondering where my brain dredged magnus from.
Managing a small smile at the kindly bookmaster, Zero shakes his head, scattering his hair about his face. "No need." Perhaps it was just the morning exhaustion working itself out. No need to cause any more work for such a good spirited woman.
Frowning, Zero dips his head. Excellent job messing up the introduction. "Zero Zephyrus." Shifting his grip on the blade, the half elf extends his hand. "Sorry." Zero's tone is almost identical to a scolded child's, and nearly as quiet.
Blinking, Zero minutely tightened his jaw before moving towards the elf. It's worth the discomfort to at least see if he knows something. A scrap of info is better than nothing. Quietly, the half elf holds up his blade. "Sorry, do you know this weapon?" The young magnus stares inquisitively at the man, hungry for any knowledge of who he was before. As the man calls over Falandra, Zephyrus quickly scans the document in question, curiosity demanding he at least read a bit of the information.
Zero stares blankly in the direction of the elderly elf. Caerlin and his daughter didn't know anything about Grandark, but they at least told me what I was. Perhaps he can tell me more? Silently, Zero follows the unknown elf's path until he enters the bindery. Nodding respectfully to Falandra, whom wares he had browsed more than once, the half elf stopped. Wait, what do I do now?
It should be fixed now, thanks for telling me. Also, whatever that thing is, please say its not our problem!
Caerlin and Anden don't have any work for today. I guess that mean's the board. Sighing quietly, the lanky half elf strides towards the board. Taking a moment to glance expressionlessly at the fountain's statue, he quickly diverts his attention to the message board. Pulling a loose lock of silver hair out of his glowing yellow eyes, Zero glances between those around him and the jobs upon the board. His hand rests on the handle of the massive antique blade resting at his hip, something rather odd compared with his simple, loose clothes.
It looks fine, the only thing I can say is perhaps a bit more pacing would have been good? That's a lot of information for a player to deal with, and decide what aspect to focus on. But that's just my .02$
Not quite. Amnesiac vagabonds have to eat as well. It will make more sense as soon as I get my background up ;)
Out of curiosity, are there any land owners in Fort Inevitable that would be willing to hire a strong back?
All the work is done, I'm just finishing up transferring it over to my profle. I don't care either way in regards to the oracle.
Sorry, wrong alias Stormstrider. One thing to note is I know my Kensai and at least one of the eidolans are combat specced. The barbarian might be using a +4 Table of Doom, but our +3 Chairs will work :D
Damn, and here I was with my name basically being my backstory :(
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