Okay everyone, I’m hoping to play Curse of the Crimson Throne soon, and I just wanted some feedback on this build I’ve created.
The main focus is survivability, with feats and skills that stay true to his roots and back story.
I’ve not made a build like this before, and am using the Urban Barbarian Archetype to allow for him to be more of a calculative thinking knight, without the usual stereotypes of your common Barbarian.
Being poor, I’m having him start off with no wealth at all. This means he doesn’t have armour and doesn’t have any weapon or any items on him. To get around this, he will disarm and use the weapon from someone he first faces, with the intention to find and/or save up enough to get better equipment later, where he can make a living and a name for himself.
Although a Half-Elven Punk Smoker with a dark past, his personality should eventually grow into something positive and optimistic, strengthening his desire to protect those around him and giving him a knightly and honourable demeanour.
He wants to follow in Blackjack’s footsteps, except where Blackjack masked his appearance, Elegad wants everyone to see his identity, unafraid of the disadvantages that may bring.
Name: Elegad Espris
Age: 24
Race: Half-Elf
Class: Fighter (Free Hand)
Level: 1
Personality: Uncaring Punk Smoker/Street child
Potential Personality Growth: An honourable, knightly and diplomatic man who aspires to fight with the Hippogriff riding Guard of Korvosa.
Motivations: To follow in Blackjack's footsteps, only without a mask and with a purpose to show Half-Elves are just as capable as any other race, if not more when it comes to accomplishing tasks, and he aims to be a hero/symbol of hope to all others of his race, pushing his body, survival skills and streetwise talents to the limit, to ensure this is achieved.
HP: 13
AC: 13, Touch: 13, Flat-Footed: 10
Str: 14
Dex: 16
Con: 14 (-15 to die)
Int: 13
Wis: 10
Cha: 12
Fort: 5 (10 to stabilise when dying)
Ref: 3
Will: 2 (4 vs enchantment spells and effects, immune to magical sleep)
BAB: 1
CMB: 3
CMD: 16
Traits:
Drug addict (Personal Addiction) - +1 Fortitude
Adopted - Heart of the Wilderness (Human)
Alternate Racial: Dual-Minded - +2 will saves
Skills:
Knowledge (Local): 2
Perception: 3
Survival*: 4
Feats:
1a. Endurance
1b. Die Hard
2. Improved Unarmed Strike
3. Combat Expertise
5. Extra Rage Power
7. Stalwart
9. Extra Rage Power
11. Improved Stalwart
13. Bolstered Resilience
15. Extra Rage Power
17. Extra Rage Power
Barbarian Rage Powers:
Level 1 - N/A
Level 2 - N/A
Level 4 - Guarded Life any level
Level 5 - Brawler any level
Level 6 - Renewed Vigor 4th level
Level 8 - Renewed Vitality 4th level
Level 9 - Guarded Life, Greater 6th level
Level 10 - Regenerative Vigor 6th level
Level 12 - Reckless Abandon any level
Level 14 - Come and Get Me 12th level
Level 15 - Fearless Rage 12th level
Level 16 - Increased Damage Reduction 8th level
Level 17 - Increased Damage Reduction 8th level
Level 18 - Increased Damage Reduction 8th level
Gear: Tattered and torn clothes (shirt, trousers and boots grown out of)
Wealth: 0
Residence: Garrison Hill - Shingles (unmapped rooftop community/homes/slums)
Planned Class levels:
1. Fighter (Free-Hand)
2. Fighter (Free-Hand)
3-20. Barbarian (Urban/Invulnerable Rager)
Current - 4708 Absalom Reckoning
This is my first draft of the story, but you should find that everything is interlinked in conjunction with the information given in the Player’s Guide. This means everything is spoiler free, as I have no actual knowledge of the campaign itself.
In 4683AR, a young and curious dark haired woman approached the Mierani Enclave. She was 18, petite in size and cute to look at, with assets many males would gawp over.
Her name was Talia.
With her arrival, Pereshial was overjoyed to have such a fine looking woman speak with him about "business". After weighing up his "staff", he spoke to the woman, suggesting one of his finest men for the act, of which she happily agreed to, wishing to discover the truth's of what she'd been told in full.
She couldn't have even begun to imagine the pleasures that awaited her that night, and planned to keep the meeting a secret. People tended to judge a lot, and she wanted to be free of the guilt and just live life in the moment.
The woman left as a happy customer and found herself returning to the broffle house. At first it was once every few months, then it grew more frequent, jumping from once a month to once a week, and even reached a point where she'd turn up once every few days.
It was all fun and games for her until she fell pregnant however.
Without the heart or option of abortion, 9 months passed and the woman (with the help of the enclave) gave birth to Elegad.
Elegad was born on the 17th Abadius, 4684AR. He had jet black hair, pale skin and when his eyelids first lifted, they revealed his aqua blue eyes. He was a beautiful baby boy, and one that any mother should have been proud of.
Worried about what others would think of her however, Talia had other things on her mind.
Behind closed doors and in secrecy, she breast fed and looked after her son for several months, but finally decided enough was enough. One night when the streets of Korvosa seemed quieter than normal, Talia wrapped a cloak around Elegad and herself, and concealed her identity.
As she walked down the street, under her Cloak was a sleeping Elegad. She didn't want to wake the boy, so in an attempt to not look too suspiscious, she briskly walked down neighbouring roads, avoiding the alley's for fear of death and misfortune, peering through each window she passed with quick glances.
It was in one of these houses that she spotted a woman - An aged human woman of about 70.
Seeing this as a good opportunity, Talia placed a pillow on the door step, wrapped Elegad up in some sheeting and then placed him on the pillow, with a note reading "His name is Elegad. I'm sorry."
Talia then knocked on the door, used the darkness of the night to hide, watching the house, hoping that the woman would take the newly born Half-Elf in, and thankfully for her, she did.
This allowed Talia to forget about her son for 12 years, but the elderly woman?
Her name was Esther and over this period, her and Elegad would grow to form a strong bond between one another.
Being the caring old woman that she was, Esther taught Elegad how to read and write, how to be diplomatic, and how to treat others with the courtesy and respect he would expect to receive himself. It was clear that if she didn't have a good upbringing herself, she was a very wise and knowledgeable lady. In addition to this, she also taught him mathematics and how to eat properly in front of guests.
She would feed him day and night without fail, even though she had little money herself, often reading him bedtime stories and telling him tales of the legendary Blackjack to help him drift off to sleep, or holding him through thunderstorms, making him feel safe after nightmares etc. She had all of the traits a good parent should, and yet before Elegad came along, she never had the chance to do all of this. You see, she wasn't gifted with the ability to have children.
Esther had a husband once. They met at the fishing docks at the ages of 17 and 20. Her husband, Derik, was the older of the two. He worked for a local fishery and was meant to be moving to Magnimar under his bosses instruction. Supposedly fishing businesses were booming, and it was a great season for catching all manner of exotic fish that weren't known in Korvosa.
By chance however, Esther worked as a fruit merchant, selling all of the finest and ripest fruits the nation had to offer.
Her job kept her moving about from place to place, but being a Korvosa run business, she never had to venture out too far with her wagon. Her routes were always planned through heavily guarded sectors of the city, so safety wasn't an issue, but it was through her job that she ended up in the fishing district, and for that she was thankful.
It wasn't before long that Esther and Derik took a fancy to one another. They were both hard working people and it was easy to see that they were both a little shy. Esther was the one to first initiate interest though. She didn't know this at the time, but Derik wouldn't have asked her to court him due to fear of rejection, and had they not met on that day, Derik would have agreed to travel to Magnimar, and they would have never gotten together.
After Esther expressed her interest to court the man, Derik took her out on a few fishing trips. He had little time off work, so had to see her more often than not, during his work hours.
At first he was overprotective of the girl, warning her of the dangers he faced on a daily basis, but eventually accepted that it was unnecessary to act in that manner and that they should just enjoy their time together.
The couple would often save up a months wage to go out on dates to upper class taverns, dining to candlelight and enjoying one anothers company. Throughout the years, Derik would do nice, romantic gestures for Esther, and Esther would do them in return. Sometimes she'd make him scarves and accessories for the cold winters ahead, while he would buy her clothes and victorian-esque items of Taldan fashion.
They were soul mates. They loved each other deeply and felt lost without one another, but like any good couple, they still had some problems.
At the ages of 29 and 32, the two thought it would be a good time to try for children. They tried for years, but it just wasn't happening. They both had a burning desire to bring up their own offspring, hoping to see a little of each of them in their future children, but it turned out Esther couldn't have kids.
Derik wouldn't speak to Esther for a while, thinking she just didn't want children and that Esther was doing things to jeopardise the idea. He would go out and drink heavily, only to return, eat dinner, say very little and go to bed before he had to wake up early the next morning for work again. This cycle repeated for about a year before the two decided they should break up.
Derik went back to the fishing company that he had now inherited (due to his boss not having any living relatives and passing away), and Esther opened up a Florist.
It wasn't before long however, that the two of them realised how much they missed each other, how the whole situation blew out of proportion and how they now regret the actions they took. As such, they got back together after about 6 months. Unlike most couples who move on after a split, relationships weren't on their mind. They have only been with one another and that's how they wanted it to remain.
After a little while, Esther took the time out to explain things to Derik.
Stating that the reason they can't have kids is because her body is not physically capable of such a thing. She isn't equipped with the right tools to give birth, and as such was ashamed to tell him. It was upsetting enough for her to be a woman and go through her time like any other woman, but to suffer from the fact it meant nothing, and to have a Doctor confirm such a thing was a horrendous ordeal for her. She just couldn't cope, and as she spoke further, she dropped to her knee's and sobbed, feeling like a waste of space and a poor excuse of a woman.
Derik said nothing, but crouched down beside her and wrapped his arms around her, looking to his side and secretly shedding some tears of his own. He had to comfort her. It was all he could do, and in time they would both accept that it just wasn't meant to be.
As the months went on, they rekindled their love, passion sprung back into their relationship and they eventually accepted this as just "one of those things".
A year after inheriting the Fishery, both Derik's Fishing business and Esther's Florist were bustling with activity, and as a result, they acquired their first house together.
They lived in this house for 20 years until one day like any other, Derik went to check on his stock at the Espris Fishery, only to find three thugs ransacking the place.
In shock, he called out to the men and asked what they were playing at, telling them to just take the money and leave. Only, they didn't want his money. They wanted his business gone so they could set up their own Fishery within the district.
The leader turned around and under his straw hat, grinned at Derik. Nobody discovered this, but that leader was Gaedren Lamm.
Without hesitation the two thugs accompanying Lamm fired a shot each from their crossbows. One hit Derik in the chest, while the other pierced through his leg, dropping him to his knee's. At first Derik was angry, but then when he realised there was no hope left, he decided the only thing he could do was to go out thinking about how great his life had been before this moment, and how meeting Esther was the greatest moment in his life.
With nothing but Lamm's grinning face to look at, Derik stared at the ground, continuing to think back on all of the wonderful feelings he had experienced. This was when the two thugs grabbed some rope (that was previously used to tye fishing boats to the dock yard), tied it into a noose and wrapped it around Derik's neck.
With tears running down his face, the two thugs threw the rope over a wooden beam above, and then placed it around Derik's neck before running with it, lifting him high into the air. Him dangling there wasn't enough for them though.
This was when Lamm wanted to try and make a big name for himself, and as such, he had the two thugs fire more crossbow bolts into the man, pinning him to the wall while he was still suffocating and struggling for his life.
"I love you Esther" were the words of Derik Espris' final breath, as he finally stopped struggling and was at last at peace from the ordeal he had to suffer.
The next morning, town guards were at the Fishery while Esther slept. Something was written on the wall next to Derik's body. It was poorly worded and looked as though it was hurriedly painted on, reading "Here we have a pin cushion. Take note lawmen, else you'll find more like this in the near future!"
Now, with such a well established business, most locals knew of Derik and Esther's residence (though thankfully not Lamm or any of the thugs around Korvosa, for they were always plotting behind the scenes, too busy to take note of anything foing on around them with common citizens), and so one of the city guards took it upon herself to deliver the mortifying news.
when Esther heard a knock on the door, she got up with a smile on her face, figuring Derik was just late home and had forgotten his keys. She went to to the door expecting to see Derik's face, but instead was greeted by a woman and her Hippogriff. The woman was a female Marine of the Sable Company. One who too had lost family and now takes it upon herself to watch over this neighbourhood in between shifts, in hope to find her little brother who was kidnapped several months back.
Esther took the news well and avoided newspapers for fear of what they had to say, still somewhat expecting Derik to come walking through the door each night. Three days later, the shock passed and Esther just dropped everything, sobbing on the carpet for hours and hours, heartbroken at the loss of her husband and soul mate, screaming for help and yet nobody came. She never found anyone else. She just wanted him by her side, and if that wasn't possible, wanted to rest eternally with him.
She was 53 when this happened, and for the next 17 years she lived as a hollow shell with nothing to look forward to in life. This was until she found Elegad on her doorstep.
Esther cared for the boy like she would have her own child, telling him of how she met her husband, what they did together, how she felt for him and the trials they both had to overcome. Inspired by the love and connection Derek and his adoptive mum had for one another, at the age 10, Elegad told Esther "I'm happy you found me. If my mummy didn't want me, I'm glad that I've been living with someone who did" and speaking like a true hero, he clenched his fist as the passion in his heart flowed out with the final part of his speech; "and from this day fourth, I choose to take on the name Elegad Espris! Your name will live on through me, so the two of you will always be remembered!"
The little boy laughed, and although Esther knew the boy had a big heart, she was also sad. Sad that she would soon have to tell him she won't be around for very much longer, and sad that Derik couldn't have been around to see this new living, breathing shimmering light of hope for the old woman.
Sadly only two years after this, and after 12 years of looking after the Half-Elf, Esther passed away peacefully in her sleep.
Realising he hadn't been woken up for breakfast, the young boy looked for the lady who had brought him up from a mere baby, and upon discovering her, although not knowing the meaning of this, Elegad would soon learn the harsh fear of death that sends a chill through every intelligent creature of Golarion.
With no way to pay bills, it wasn't long before the house was re-possessed.
El was thrown out onto the streets with no food, no water and no skills of survival. He was in the worst situation possible.
Through desperation, he tried to track down his birth mother, for you see, El has always been an intelligent boy, and it didn't take much digging to find out about Pereshial's business at the Mierani Enclave.
Although dangerous to travel alone (especially at the young age of 12, El travelled to the Enclave and asked around for more information. Normally a business would be surprised to see a kid walking around....especially a half-elf, but not this one.
Thankfully for Elegad, to make things easier, it was quite apparent who his mother and father were, as he looked a lot like them. He had similar hair and facial shape to that of his father and his eyes and nose looked similar to that of his mother.
Pereshial was a little evasive, reluctant to reveal the home address of such a valued customer, but the Elven man he would momentarily discover to be his dad pointed him in the right direction, wishing the child to bother her rather than he.
Upon receiving the address and name of his mother, Elegad knocked on her door. Talia, now at the age of 30 opened the door to see a small Half-Elf in front of her.
At first glance, she thought the boy in front of her was a mere human, looking for a place to stay, but as soon as the wind blew, she noticed his ears and then it dawned on her. Standing in front of her was the living embodiment of her taboo relationship, and as such, she was far from pleased to see that the boy had somehow managed to track her down.
When El explained who he was and that the woman he was staying with (Esther) had died, he asked in the politest way possible if he could stay with Talia. It was around dinner time and behind her were two small children (a boy and a girl) and a man (her husband) who was just serving dinner.
Her kids were chasing each other around the table, until one of them (the boy) realised that there was a small boy at the front door.
Calling out to his mother, he asked “who’s that boy you’re talking to? Can we make friends with him? He might be fun!”
Talia however, unsure on what to say, came across unnecessarily harsh with her response.
“It’s nobody. Just a kid needing somewhere to stay, but you two are enough to deal with as it is. You’ll have to play some other time.”
She tried to sound caring in her tone, but the awkwardness of this confrontation was clear.
Hurt by this, El began to cry. The feeling of hopelessness finally struck in and he couldn’t understand why she could happily bring two humans up, but refused to even accept his existence.
Overcome by emotion, Elegad proceeded to beg before realising it was rude and improper to do so. As such, he wiped the tears from his eyes and just stood there saying nothing.
Regardless of the distraught boy however, Talia, through fear of her husband discovering the truth of both becoming a mother at the age of 18, and her continued relation to Pereshial’s Elven “employee” (even to this day), she looked at the boy one last time, whispering “I’m sorry” before shutting the door in the 12 year olds face, leaving him alone outside, and feeling unwanted in the harsh environs of the city. He had no choice but to learn to fend for himself.
A week later, the Half-Elf was in a far less healthy state.
Although understanding the concept of right and wrong, El knew that he needed sustenance to survive. Food and water was essential to his survival, and although he was taught never to steal, the young boy made a promise and that promise was to carry the Espris name on, no matter what the cost. As such, dying wasn’t an option. He had to persevere, strengthen himself mentally and physically and sharpen his senses to ensure this was all possible.
He often snuck into churches, taking Holy Water while nobody was looking, to drink later on, using old containers, semi broken vials and used potions bottles that he had previously washed out in the Jeggare River.
Four years had passed since then, and now at the age of 16, the boy had gotten used to his new lifestyle. Well, a little.
Acquiring food and water where possible, El knew some weeks would offer more food than others, but that still didn’t stop him craving more.
His body needed a lot more nutrition than it was getting, and through his lack of sleep and constant worry of self security, survival was looking slim in the grand scheme of things.
Fortunately, a man introducing himself as Gaedren Lamm approached the boy, offering enough food and water to ensure a healthy survival. Jumping at the chance, El took the old man up on this offer and began to grow stronger and healthier as he was once before.
Unfortunately however, this was one of Gaedren’s ploys to get El working for him. After a few months had passed, Gaedren claimed that there wasn’t enough food to go around, due to all of the homeless children he was helping. As such, he told Elegad that if he would work for him as a delivery boy, the goods he delivers should earn enough penny to get things on the up again.
This of course was to give the Half-Elf false hope, turning him into a drug runner.
Two years went by and by this point, El knew Korvosa like the back of his hand. He knew all of the secret routes to remain undetected, knew all of the fastest routes and became an adept Shingle Runner.
Business was good. Everyone paid up for their goods and El profited. What the boy didn’t have however, was a home.
From his time spent with the old man, El grew close to Gaedren and saw him as a friend. In a strange sense, he saw Lamm as a heroic figure akin to Blackjack - A man helping the children of the streets and those in need. Sadly though, this wasn’t the case at all, and too many stories of the Korvosan hero had lead the boys mind astray.
One night, lamm approached the rooftop El lived on, and asked if he could spare a moment to speak with him. The boy agreed and over some friendly banter, Lamm told the boy to try some of this liquid he’d prepared.
When asked what it does, Lamm responded, claiming “it will make your dreams come true”. As such, Elegad made a wish and then downed the substance. Little did he know, this would result in his addiction to the drug.
Slowly craving the drug more and more, El’s priorities were skewed. Believing the illusions of the Shiver drug to be real, the poor naïve boy thought that he was getting all of the food and love he desired. In reality though, he was starving and slowly losing himself to the substance.
Lamm fed him enough to keep him alive, but the real purpose to this was to get the Half-Elf working for him for free, knowing that he’d break like any other man, woman or child, growing desperate enough to do anything for the falsities that Shiver promised.
This went on for 6 years before a series of events unfolded that would change the boys life forever.
Now at the age of 22, El was fully addicted. He couldn’t judge distances properly for the obstructions of hallucination, both from lack of health and the level of substance within his veins, and on one morning like any other, he misplaced his footing and fell from one of the rooftops he was taking residence upon.
Landing in the street some 30 feet below, the boy laid there unconscious. Luckily, a Half-Elven town guard passing by, discovered the boy and took him to one of the local priests. The priest was a Cleric of Sarenrae.
Though a long and arduous process, the Cleric was able to purge the boys body of all negative substances and bandaged the boy up for 6 months, so that he could fully recover from the injuries he had sustained.
The Cleric didn’t require a thank you from the boy, and it was a good thing too, as El’s mind was in an incredibly dark place.
He was depressed, lonely and although free of the toxin’s from the drug he was on, still felt compelled to go back onto the substance.
Over the next two years, El’s mind would put itself together once more, piece by piece, allowing for him to decipher what was real and what was not once again.
This allowed the maturing Half-Elf to gain a better understanding of what he had been through, and showed to him just how bad the consequences of his actions were.
He didn’t have many friends, and most of the faces he knew were now strange and unrecognisable to him.
Kids would approach him asking him for their fix. Adults would do the same, and when he said refused, he would often be battered up, sometimes knocked unconscious and occasionally worse.
At this point he was in two minds. Should he hate those who are reacting in this manner, or should he hate the man behind it? Gaedren Lamm.
Without a home, often without food and constantly in danger, the boy took up smoking and took on a carefree nature. If people had an issue with him, he’d now defend himself. To some he’d come across as passively aggressive, and now and again he’d get caught up in gang fights, beaten because of his now offensive attitude.
Bumps and bruises didn’t seem to bother him a huge amount, because although each injury hurt, nothing was as bad as the conditions he lived in, where each day he woke, death was present, people he delivered to would die from their addictions, and innocents were murdered.
This was his life though. He accepted it and just tried to survive, losing himself and forgetting about his once innocent younger self, through exposure to the dark nature surrounding him.
On one unexpected day, while traversing the City rooftops, El saw a familiar woman in trouble with a few Sczarni lads.
It appeared they wanted her wallet, and when she refused, they figured they may as well take advantage of the situation and grabbed her around the throat while the other two began to touch her inappropriately.
Disgusted, angsty and p***** off by this display, El, realising this was his mother….the woman who abandoned him twice before, decided that having birthed him, she at least deserved his protection on this one occasion.
Weighing up the situation and outnumbered three to one, the boy knew he had to use his brain to overcome that challenge in front of him.
Using his sharpened senses, he looked down towards the street and spotted something glistening. It was an empty bottle that had obviously fallen out a drunken fools hands. Realising that wouldn’t be enough however, Elegad spotted a drugged up Dwarf with a half empty syringe in his hand.
Acquiring it, the boy charged into combat. The Sczarni were very much unaware of his presence, allowing him to smash the bottle over the head of the man restraining his mother without a problem.
The second man pulled out a blade and approached the Half-Elf, missing his strike and allowing El to inject Shiver into his body, instantly knocking him out cold.
Then there was one left. This one seemed a little tougher than the rest and more of a bully. Focusing in hand to hand combat, he left Talia alone and focused his swings on the 24 year old Half-Elf. El took a fair few hits, able to dodge some, but not all.
The fight went on for a little while, but with one misplaced punch, the Half-Elf saw an opening and took it, flooring the Sczarni man in one powerful blow to the temple.
His mother was much more appreciative this time around, having realised who her saviour was if a little guilt ridden from the state the boy is now in.
The pale and gaunt boy, with his heavily bagged eyes just looked at his mother, seemingly without the soul, heart or passion he once had during their first confrontation, and when his mother thanked him, he cold heartedly replied with “my mother died a long time ago at the age of 84. She brought me up and taught me good manners, and yet I’m still out here in this s***hole, clearing up mess that others cause on a daily basis.”
Looking away, Elegad walked off 20 feet before turning around slightly and pointing at the woman. “Save your thanks. We’re done here.” Before turning around once more and disappearing off into the maze like streets beyond.
4708 Absolom Reckoning (current year) - Now, having to grow up fast sure made him mature in a lot of ways, but occasionally on days when he felt slightly better about himself, he’d climb to the highest rooftops, flick out a cig and smoke it, watching as the Sable Company Marines passed by overhead.
“One day” he said to himself. “One day that’ll be me up there. Or at least, my name shall be known for better or worse. I made a promise to my old lady and I’d better keep it!”
From that moment on, Elegad vowed to become a symbol of hope for the people, aiming to remove the negative stereotypes from his race, while defending the homeless and helpless from the evil’s within the region. It didn’t take much to realise that his first task should be to track down Lamm, putting an end to the crimes and suffering caused by the despicable man.
Dark personality
Smokes
Gets beaten up a fair bit/Can take a beating
Is street wise with good wits about him
Has a punk attitude
Wears clothes that are now too small for him (ripped and tattered)
Lacks personal hygiene and wealth, but washes in the river when nobody’s around
Barely has food or water
Cares about little/Is unmotivated
Stares at the sky on nice days, daydreaming about changing his life
Stares at the ground, hoping for a better future
Lives on Garrison Hill Shingles (rooftop slums)
Hates Gaedren and wants to atone for his crimes
Hits syringes from hands, telling people to stay off Shiver as it’ll kill them
Wants to be a Sable Company Marine
Wants to become a symbol of hope for Half-Elves, commoners and the unfortunate
Wants people to live without fear, using his life to ensure that
Secretly wants to make his adoptive mum (and dad who he never met) proud.
Hopes to give others a better childhood than he had.
P.S. It’s certainly a relief to finally have this finished, and I'd really appreciate it if anyone who's played or GM'd this AP could give me feedback on how good and relevant my character and plot hooks are.
Thanks!