Looking to start a pbp with 4-6 players.
make 2nd level characters. you get 32 build points to build your character with. you also get +100gp to starting wealth. max HP at every level. Core and APG classes allowed.
Players can choose to either create a character that reflects military training, or a specialist settler. The story will be starting in magnimar, with the merging of the two groups. Feel free to write up a short 1 paragraph background on your character and if you are a settler or militia.
A Varisian militiaman, Arbot is a ranger and wilderness expert. He has been assigned to protect the settlers and help them establish a foothold in the rough new lands.
Updated background and description. Let me know if you need me to adjust something to fit with you vision of the world!
2 traits.
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I've been wanting to Play a Hellknight Character, this Seems like a Good place for it.
Dagaard Pyre LN Human Cheliaxian Inquisitor of the God Claw.
Dagaard Pyre Signed on to the Expedation to Prove himself worthy of Being accepted into the ranks of the Hell Knights. Already already a firm Believer the teachings that the Godclaw offers, he seeks to Further his understanding by joining their Order. His duty on the expedition is to provide guidance to the chaotic, and provide Divine assistance when needed.
Dagaard is like most Cheliaxians, He is cold and calculating. He stands 5'11" with Dark Hair, dark eyes, and some say a dark heart.
What races are allowed? Just the core or more?
1/ When do you plan to start the game officially?
2/ Is this a homebrew game or an AP or a module-based game?
3/ What posting schedule do you prefer?
Thanks!
1) if i get enough people quickly enough, im hoping to start this by friday.
2) its a homebrew.3) and id like to see a post once a day, but i understand life comes up, so im flexible.
I've never played in a pbp before, but I'd love to start now so if you're down to have a noob I'm your man :D
Character wise:
Lukas Kaine is a mercenary, but not a brave one; a soldier, but not a disciplined one; and a bodyguard, but not a loyal one. He's an ex soldier who has survived by the skin of his teeth and the point of his halbred, traveling from town to town across Varisia trying to find his place in life. He's signed up with militia traveling north hoping to earn enough to settle down, with luck and faith in Desna he hopes for only one last adventure before he retires...
EDIT: forgot the crunch, chaotic good human fighter 2
Let me know what you think!
-Inquisitor Leet
id rather races be from the core book, although the variants in the apg are allowed.
Donata Petali: Varisian smith. She's not the typical blacksmith. Devoted to Shelyn, she's more interested in fine detailed work than in just bashing out horseshoes.
She wants to join the expedition because --
- Varisian wanderlust -- she wants to see the world.
- professional development -- she thinks she'll be judged more on her accomplishments in a frontier culture than in Magnimar
- Maybe Brinewall was a source of an exotic material like cold iron, admantium, or mithril. She'd like to try working that material, but can't get it in Magnimar.
- (cleric only) Shelyn hinted she should
Mechanically she could be either a wizard or a cleric, whatever fits best with the party. Either way she'll be a crafter.
Fire burns, but it brings renewal as well. The fires I have learned will help bring a new day to the lost lands of the Brinewall. Hired by the kingdom to join this expedition, I burn to explore a new land. Let this journey renew me as well.
well here is what we have for a group...
Neil, a fire elementalist of varisia, joining the specialists
Donata petali, a blacksmith from magnimar looking for recognition
Lukas Kaine, mercenary from varisia, signed up to be part of the militia
Jacek Varilion, rapscallion son of an influential merchant out of Egorian (cheliax).
Dagaard pyre, an inquisitor following the tenats of the godclaw, he hopes to provide order and discipline when brinewall is reestablished.
arbot, a crass ranger who yearns to live life to the fullest, leaving nothing back.
So I'll go cleric. Now to get started on stats.
Why am I here? You ask me why a scion of the noble house of Thrune is drinking foul wine in this Aroden forsaken tavern in this rat infested wilderness? Buy another bottle of the fermented corpse juice and I will tell you.
My name is Alfonso de CaIlentia de Almontia de Thrune and am here as a personal and studied insult. More importantly I am here because a dying old man and a very strong woman truly hated my father. Get comfortable, it’s a bit of a tale.
As you can tell from my name I am an appendage of the rotting corpse that is house throne. As you may not know because you think more about pig diseases than Chiliaxen dynastic law, something I commend you for by the way, I am also a member of the glorious house Almontia and of the forgotten house Callentia.
You tell me you have never heard of these two great houses. That does not surprise me as you are an unwashed illiterate. My turn to buy more wine, I think. If you keep drinking it you will find that the taste grows on you, a bit like a social disease only not as enjoyable. Very few people outside the thought free arena o high cheliaxian politics have heard of these houses. They are both minor attachments to house thune. Fleas who have not realized the dog they live on is dead.
These two houses hated each other as only close relations can. They were not on speaking terms; they said what they needed to with stranglecords and poison.
The vendetta had been going on since time out of mind as all good vendettas do, real quality entertainment, something you can leave to your surviving children.
Anyway things came to a head with my maternal Grandfather; old man de Callentia. Due to a series of unfortunate ‘accidents’ he was left without a male heir. He himself was too old and too pumped full of antitoxins to be likely to produce one. This posed a problem. He did however have a daughter, my mother of despised memory. She was by all accounts beautiful and was considered one of the most eligible women in Cheliax. She was wooed by most of the vapid upperclass of that hag-ridden hellhole but she had only had eyes for my father.
He was the eldest heir of house Almontia and as vicious a bastard who ever had an upstairs maid whipped to death for saying ‘maybe’. Lovely man, credit to his nation. Where is that blasted wine?
You no doubt can see the story: Two feuding families, two star-crossed lovers, perhaps a tragedy, perhaps a hope for reconciliation. A cesspit by any other name… Well the story played out. The courtship. The coy glances. The secret meetings. The night under the stars. The pregnancy. Old man Callentia had to allow the marriage to avoid a scandal. Not that he cared about the pregnancy but he could not be seen to be unable to control his daughter. He did drive a hard bargain for what was effectively a Almontia takeover of his house. Any child born of his daughter after the contract was signed was to be publically acknowledged as my father’s son and a scion of the house. The contracts were signed. The wedding was held before a devil-priest and the houses were lawfully wed, and the vendetta ended. Old man Callentia even had the good grace to die before the wedding.
In due, or slightly less than due time, I was born. That I think was when everything started to go wrong.
You see the Old man knew that his house was dead. He knew that Almontia would triumph, and he hated it. More importantly he distilled that hate and fed it to my mother with her natal milk. He filled her with hate and taught her to play politics for she was to be the vehicle of his revenge. You see neither of my parents loved the other. I don’t think they were capable of such a complex emotion. When my mother looked into my father’s eyes she saw only an enemy whom she was going to destroy. When my father looked into my mother’s eyes he saw only his conquest of house Callentia. Each was plotting to destroy the other, I am the result.
Ah, more wine. Hmm this one is in a different bottle. Yes this is not the corpse juice we have been drinking; this is clearly distilled rat urine. Good year too.
As my mother’s pregnancy progressed her behavior became more and more erratic; though how anyone noticed given the loose standards of normal that prevail in our social strata I have no idea. Eventually I was born and the cat was, if you will forgive the expression, out of the bag. You see while my father was legally and publically my father he was not the one who got my mother with child. Normally in the good and noble houses of Cheliax this sort of peccadillo is quietly papered over, business as usual, pity about the baby. However my mother was still sane enough to have a senior Hellknight present at the birth, as a mark of honor you understand. He witnessed the birth and prevented business as usual.
For you see my ‘actual’ father was not exactly human. A great many sins are forgiven to the high and mighty, but even in Cheliax cavorting with a demon is unforgivable. House Almontia was forced to acknowledge me but their lawyers, and wealth, were able to ease me out of the line of succession. I bet that cost them.
As near as I have been able to piece things together the plan was for me to inherit or at least take a senior position in house Almontia as befits the son of the heir. I would then marry with in the house and the demon blood I carried would forever stain the house. There would be rumors. Quiet questions asked in places of power. House Almontia would never rise in standing; they would be tainted by my blood forever. However the taint manifested too early. I was noticed. Pity.
As they could not kill me thanks to the Hellknight knowing who and what I was, the family chose to ignore me. Eventually this expedition was announced and my loving papa used a long dormant conscription law to send me far from his sight. He sent me into this goose chase cum suicide mission in the hoes that I would die. Mourned by all, a sad day for house Almontia, flags at half staff, it’s what he would have wanted. He expects me to die out here. I expect to make him regret letting me out from under his iron heel.
I wonder who will be proved correct?
More wine?
Alfonso is an abyssal bloodline sorcerer attached to the Cheliaxen military. He is human, more or less, and his alignment is CG with very bitter overtones.
For your consideration
~will
edit: Aw rabbits. Looks like I missed the deadline. Sigh.
Oh well, as Alfonso would say, life is just a series of humiliations preceding a horrible death. More wine?
So I'll go cleric. Now to get started on stats.
thatll be interesting, a cleric blacksmith.
Can we take traits?
EDIT: Whoops nvm missed that discussion point
Cheers,
Inquisitor Leet
everyone, if you can, try to get your characters fleshed out by end of day today (4/6/11) so that i can put up the first post.
alot
alfonse, your prose intriques me. i will allow you to join in as well, for a seventh, AND FINAL, person to join into this group.
alotalfonse, your prose intriques me. i will allow you to join in as well, for a seventh, AND FINAL, person to join into this group.
Thank you.
Character to follow ASAP.
I was going for someone who needed to rebuild his life while rebuilding the area.
I would probably go with a lost wife or family (probably lost in a fire I survived- leading to my quest to control fires with magic) unless you have an idea you'd like to incorporate.
By the way, if you only want one arcanist, I like Alfonse's background better than mine.
And if someone who isn't already in a PBP needs the slot, I'm in several others already. I'm playing martials in them, so I'm looking forward to a caster with yours, but I don't want to be greedy.
Alfonso de Callentia de Almontia de Thrune. Reporting as ordered,
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sir.
Here were are ladies and gents off to the great North. Don't see the point going up there, should head south where it's warm! Not that I don't want to go, just saying it'd be a bit nicer heading south. Anyways, but the grace of the Moon and Stars we'll survive the road ahead. Lukas Kaine, at your service. Remember don't stray off the trail and if you hear a scream from the front, run back; from the back, run forward; and if you them from both, well we all had a good run!
** spoiler omitted **
looks good.
In a massive field a couple miles south of magnimar, the complete expedition has gathered to hear from the man in charge of this mighty expedition to the north, Lord General Alfred de Thrune of Cheliax. Even from far away, you can easily see him, a striking guy of massive height and breadth of shoulder. His armor glints and sparkles, lights reflected from jewels embedded in decoration.
"people of brinewall!" Alfred speaks clearly with magical aide to be heard. "today is a great day! Today we set forth to both conquer and colonize the great northern territory of Brinewall and its lands surrounding it. The next year will be a difficult and trying time, for we will be far from civilisation, without the comforts of city life, the security of national armies for protection, the ability to get what we need when we want it. But, the reward is great! Fertile land for farmers, moutains to mine for miners, ore to be worked for blacksmiths, and for the militia, plenty of monsters to destroy. We are a group of many, but, our collective purpose is singular, "make Brinewall thrive"!
To himself: By Aroden's severed <beep> it's uncle Alfred. I wonder what he did to get banished. Well actually I don't but I wonder how she found out.
We are a group of many, but, our collective purpose is singular, "make Brinewall thrive"!
Singular purpose. <laughs> We are a sewer rat and a pi-dog shoved in a same sack and tossed in a river. The only question is who gets their throat torn out before we both drown. I don't know but it'll be fun while it lasts.
(Character in profile)
As Jacek stood listening to the Lord General ramble on, his thoughts were back in his father's study in Egorian. His father scowled at him for a while, then handed him a sack of gold coins.
"While I don't doubt that you'll spend this on wine and wenches, you'd better make it last. Don't bother writing for more; you'll not get it. Either come back fit to bear the Varilion name and capable of contributing to the Varilion business, or don't come back at all." Jacek was dismissed from his presence by a snort. He wouldn't even let Jacek bring his manservant. "Learn to cope with life on your own."
He looked around at the rabble mustered in front of Lord General Thrune's podium and sighed. There was probably not a fit replacement for a gentleman's gentleman in this whole throng. Hopefully there would at least be comfortable beds in Brinewall...
I can't flesh Donata out tonight. Early tomorrow morning.
"make Brinewall thrive"!
Lukas suppresses a laugh as he leans on his sword hilt, slowly puffing his pipe. To himself: We may not have an army to protect us, but the general will have us to protect him. Sod it, he's orc bait. Least the rest of this motley crew look like they know the point of their swords
I can't flesh Donata out tonight. Early tomorrow morning.
In the same boat. ^%%#&$#& board ate the update. Fix in morning. Time for natures sweet restorer to ravel up the sleeve of care.
Night all
Crunch mostly done. I'll fix formatting and background tonight. Got to work now.
Work in progress
Finished cept for fine tuning gear.
Dewn What rank is Alfonso? The closer to grunt pivate her is the greater the insult to Alfonso but also the greater the insult to the house. So it's a tricky question.
Please note alignment change to CN. Alfonso will become good but he is not there yet.
Alfonso first wishes to stay alive. So ling as hi lives he is an embarrassment to House Almontia and his father.
Long term Alfonso dreams of gaining wealth and power that exceeds that of House Almontia perhaps even founding a House of his own.
He also wishes to see the destruction of Cheliax as it currently stands. He considers the worship of Asmodeus to be foolish.
As far as the expidition goes he wishes it to be a success as his father considered it doomed.
Finally he wishes to do good deeds and to become know for them. This will really stick in his fathers craw. If Alfonso can build power/success and support through doing 'good' so much he better. It will be vinigar in the wound.
So CN but not crazy
Finished cept for fine tuning gear.
Dewn What rank is Alfonso? The closer to grunt pivate her is the greater the insult to Alfonso but also the greater the insult to the house. So it's a tricky question.Please note alignment change to CN. Alfonso will become good but he is not there yet.
** spoiler omitted **
your rank is peasent. when a noble chelaxian is in the same area as you, they do everything in their power to ignore you. if they must talk to you, they use a servant, so that they are not sullied by your presence.
your rank is peasant. When a noble Chelaxian is in the same area as you, they do everything in their power to ignore you. If they must talk to you, they use a servant, so that they are not sullied by your presence.
That's Peasant first class to you.
I know that socially Alfonso is radioactive. Which lends him a touch of the 'forbidden fruit' among the younger set but that is beside the point. I am wondering what uniform he wears? Did the powers really set up a Thrune as a private? That will be candy for their political enemies. Alfonso will love it. It's not like he'll be following orders anyway. However enlisted men have to be supervised or the other peons start to get ideas. I think the least damaging option would be to make him the equivalent of a warrant officer. He has no official job, everyone important can order him about, and the titular officer status seperates his from the enlisted. Basically he is in middle management hell. He gets all the rotten jobs, no one will talk to him, and he can't file for overtime.
The houses do not like to hang their dirty washing in public; they have special trapdoors built into the minstrel galleries for that. They are however masters at the career ending 'promotion' and the poisoned apple.
Food for thought.
Happy to play it either way.
~will
As the clamor following the Lord generals speach quiets. One person clapping can still be heard. Hard, cold, and occasionally vertically slitted eyes scan the crowd and settle on one soldier.
He is tall, handsome, clearly a Chelaxian noble, equally clearly drunk. He is not wearing the ornate arnor or finery of the other nobles but he is also not quite wearing the uniform of the expidition. His claps continue, echoing through the now silent Chelaxian contingent....Clap
....Clap
....Clap
The Lord General seems to fractionally nod at someone near the young noble. A sargent moves swiftly up behind the distraction. There is a grunt as the sargent slams the but of a cross bow into the clapping man's kidneys. He collapses.
A circle of bare ground surrounds him.
The sargent says something and two soldiers yank him up by his arms and drag him off the parade ground.
Within three hours the entire camp knows his name, that he is a noble connected to house Thrune here under some kind of cloud, and knows that he is in the stockade.
say the word and i can tone things down. Fun as all get out to write though. ~will
Hey guess what my wealth is way off. I spent 100gp over 2nd level WBL rather than 100gp over starting. Well they say egg is good for the skin.
~will
donata, still waiting to hear from you. your profile looks good.
clobbered by work. maybe saturday.
clobbered by work. maybe saturday.
damn work.
for today ill include your character in all things so she isnt left behind on anything.
DM. (gotta love that your initials are DM)
A couple questions: How long is the sea voyage expected to be? What will be the availability of stores once we reach Brinewall?
Also, the smith thing is pretty important to my concept for Donata. I'd like to sink a portion of her cash into raw materials for future product. Also, does 55 gp for masterwork include an anvil? The furnace will have to be built on site. What's that likely to cost?
sorry to interrupt, but is there room in this game? thank you for your time.