Thanks for the consideration -- I knew the risks when I chose Oracle.
Good luck to everyone who survived the first cut!
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My traditional 'Favorite Movie' (ie the answer I've been giving so long I'm no longer sure if it is actually my favorite) is Brazil. The recent movie which might have taken its place, but I won't know for sure for another few years is Cabin in the Woods. My favorite movie that is older than I am is Casablanca. My favorite movie which everyone else tells me is terrible is Sucker Punch. And the movie which deserves to be up there somewhere, but isn't, is Blade Runner. Personal info: The places I've called home are the Piney Woods of Northeast Texas (where I grew up) and Seattle, though I currently live in Michigan (this is what happens when you marry a tenured professor). I'm a corporate accountant, aspiring fantasy writer, and married lesbian with kids. I've been playing RPGs since the D&D Basic set and my traditional system of choice is GURPS, though Pathfinder may have finally beaten it out. PS And my official guess is that the favorite movie of the GMs household is The Princess Bride, though I suspect that's too safe a choice.
I'd like to submit Zoleshi Waszeris for your consideration. She is a Varisian Oracle of Metal. I hope she meets with your approval.
I think that's pretty much how I would have chosen as well. Congratulations to those who got it, and I had fun in the meantime. :) I agree. Fabulous job, everyone. Have a great time!
Well, and even then you don't know if they only posted once, or had one that was so good (or bad) that it made the difference. So yeah, pins and needles. Waiting on.
Zoleshi returns the scarf she borrowed to Zella. "Thank you. I haven't had so much fun since...I can't even remember." As she gathers up her things, she winks at Aergo. "Get on out there. If I can dance, anyone can." WIth one last wave to Ameiko and Shalelu, she heads back out into the night to get some rest. With everything reveling tonight, I'm sure the Festival tomorrow will be rather quiet. All the rowdies will be tired out.
Zoleshi breathes easily again as she realizes the man she spied was not a full-blooded Orc. I'm just on edge with all the noise and people about. Sandpoint has always been a safe haven -- and always will be. Zoleshi smiles despite herself as she sees the dancing begin. Hey, I remember that one! I danced it as a girl. Despite herself, the weary adventurer stands up. "May I borrow a scarf and join you?" she asks. "This one is better with a full troop. I promise to stay out of your way."
It's obvious to all that Zoleshi barely remembers the steps, but she moves unusually well fully armored. Also obvious, once she removes her cloak, is that her skin is the shade of pewter, and her nails the color of bronze.
"I can see you have lots of friends tonight, good sir. I wonder," Zoleshi adds, "if you'll have half as many once you're out of coin." Zoleshi scans the crowd. Definitely a halfling sort of a night, but what else would you expect from a Desnan festival? "So many strangers, Shalelu," Zoleshi says to the silent elf. "Can you tell which ones are the dangerous ones." Then her eyes narrow as she sees the orc.
Zoleshi squeezes into the Rusty Dragon, instantly dismayed at how busy it is. I'd hoped for a quiet drink. But, has that Swallowtail Festival come already? I thought that was next week. Still, she was hungry and thirsty and her hood was properly concealing her face, so it should be all right. Zoleshi spied Shalelu over in a corner -- no one would dare bother the elf so maybe she'd be safe in a seat near her. On her way over, a mug is pressed into her hand. "From the gentleman -- for all the ladies." Zoleshi hoists the mug towards Aergo and pantomimes thanks. "It's been a long time since anyone has called me a lady.
I must say -- lot's of great submissions for this game. Glad I don't have to choose among them. However the party ends up, I think it will be a blast.
I'd like to submit Zoleshi Waszeris, a Varisian Oracle of Metal. She'll need a few minor tweaks because she was created (but not selected) for a different RotRL game with slightly different guidelines. Of course, I see someone else has *also* submitted an Oracle of Metal. What were the odds of that?
Ah well, maybe next time. Have a great game everyone!
OK, I have Zoleshi all cleaned up. Here's the background. BACKGROUND:
It is hard for Zoleshi to remember now, but there was a before. A time before, when she had a home, and parents who loved her and taught her their trade. A time when the local boys gave her presents, or threw things at her, or even called her pretty. A time when contentment was the air she breathed and happiness the water she washed in, or so it seemed now. A time before giants.
They lived in a smithy downslope of Baslwief, on a stream she'd thought a river. Zoleshi's father was a blacksmith, forging tools of the plow and tools of the harvest along with the occasional tools of war. Her mother preferred to work in bronze and tin, and after a turn spent making pots and lanterns spent as much time as possible building intricate clockwork devices that served no true purpose other than to delight the observer with the sheer marvel of their existence. But they spent most of their time smelting the trash ore that came down from Baslwief -- ore too poor to bother smelting at the mine, but too rich to ignore. Zoleshi spent many long days working the bellows, or tending the furnace, or sweeping and shoveling the omnipresent grit of pulverized rock and powdered metal. She hated the labor, but she loved the work, and her mind was full of the things that she would create one day, when the hammer or the file was in her hand. But that was before the giants came. Her parents were screaming and the house was shaking, and a deep rumbling laughter rolled across the heavens like amused thunder. Then she was outside, as the smithy was splintered by clubs the size of mastiffs. Her father was thrown against a wall as easily as Zoleshi would throw a hammer, and all her fear turned to rage. She was at the smelter then, and did all the things she was told never to do. Soon there was fire, and molten metal, and clouds of smoke and metal powders. And the bellow of a burning giant. Zoleshi found herself standing on her father's anvil with a hammer in her hand, facing an angry giant. The once well-organized smithy was a riot of tools and clockwork gears, and the air was heavy with the scent of woodsmoke and burning hair. She smashed the giant's hand, and then his club sent Zoleshi flying, to land face down in a mound of powdered metal. She struggled to rise, she struggled to breathe, and then everything exploded. Zoleshi woke a different person in a different world. Everything she had known was gone. It had all been smashed, then burned, then dipped in molten metal. That went for the smithy, the house, the smelter -- and Zoleshi herself. After breathing powdered metal for so long, Zoleshi's lungs were full of it, and so was the rest of her body. Her skin was grey, her nails copper, and she coughed constantly, trying vainly to expel the poison from her body. And her face was ruined -- molten bronze had dripped down her cheeks like tears, leaving bright tracks in the blackened flesh.
But why? For what purpose? Zoleshi didn't know. But she did know that it was time to begin hunting. So she gathered together what things she could, and went out into the world. There were giants to kill.
And I totally laughed when I saw Tania's background. Could we have a Cleric of the Lord of Iron and an Oracle of the Lady in Bronze in the same party? Maybe not, but it would be hilarious if they were.
I'd like to submit Zoleshi Waszeris for consideration. She's a Varisian Oracle of Metal that I designed for another RotRL game. She'll need a little bit of reworking to fit your setup, but you should be able to get a good feel for her from what's there. I should have her updated to your specs by sometime tomorrow. Her reason for being in Sandpoint (per the Giant Slayer trait) is that she heard there are giants in the area. The Swallowtail festival will be quite a surprise for her. |