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Our GM is gone, vanished into the voids of the internet. It's been weeks so that is our, the players, fear. Are you an awesome GM who has played this before, or would like to try your hand at this adventure path? The team is good. Don't believe me? Here, have a look!
We didn't get very far in the first module, and we're currently looking for the body of a dead priest and have just stopped to deal with a dozen goblins. It's yet to be resolved.
So, if you have a witty snarky imagination and want to whip some dice our direction come and apply -HERE!
Hmm. I get home in two weeks, might be able to take this up then.
Which of all those aliases are actually active characters at the moment?
And what sort of gming style are you looking for?
I am running with two aliases as I play a vigilante
Hmm. I get home in two weeks, might be able to take this up then.
Which of all those aliases are actually active characters at the moment?
And what sort of gming style are you looking for?
We're looking for something beyond simple posts, I'd imagine. Personally, I like players and GMs to have a wanting to tell a story and go beyond just meager sentences like, "I hit the monster or badguy," and "A 15 just hits him."
Here is an example of something I've done for my Wrath of the Righteous game under Asmodina.
Nothing.
Then...
You are rudely yanked back into life, sucking in air and crying out as if reliving your first moments free of your mother's womb. Yet, everything is still dark as if you were floating in a wizard's inkwell. Even with your eyes open, blackness. The squeezing tight pain at the base of your skull was actually a relief. Death had reached out to claim your souls, but when he swiped you fell from his cold grasp. You are alive! Were you then struck blind? No. With the aches slowly dissipating things were becoming clearer, but it was still too murky to know anything for certain. The air feels cool and musty in your nostrils, smelling of wet dirt and stone. Around you everything felt jagged and gritty. A rock shifted causing dust to shower over you. It mixes with the tears on your cheeks and turns to batter. What happened?
Memories flicker with each blink.
Armasse started at noon. Did it? It was supposed to begin on the hour with Lord Hullrun's blessing. As the ruler of Kenabres that was his responsibility and honor. However, after spotting a smudge on his armor he took time and had a squire polish it. Leaving Armasse to begin a couple of minutes late.
@Alexa Dorne: Miles stood by your side, excited and brimming with curiosity and hormones. He did his best to do you proud and stay put, but puberty is like a bad joke for a young man. Despite his interests, his mind wandered to the bright aasimars, the lithe elven beauties, and the sultry looking tieflings. Realizing his subconscious had him ogling down the decolletage of a well-endowed dwarven woman, he gasped and snapped his attention forward before she noticed. ”Yes. Of course!” He said to you, pretending to pay attention to your questions. However, you're observant. And, the pink on his cheeks only confirmed your suspicions. ….but where is he now? Sitting straight up you cry and reach out for him. Your shoulder hurts!
”MIles?!”The only answer you get is your own voice echoing into the blackness. Then out of nowhere a pair of hands grabs you.
The crowd gathered in the Clydwell Plaza, and as the aged inquisitor made his way up the wooden stairs to the stage a calm came over the people. It was a strange kind of quiet, like the calm before the coming of a storm. Smiling, he looked over the audience before clearing his throat.
@Telerin Quenya: Armasse was quite the spectacle. There were so many people! All races, large and small, gathered here at Clydwell Plaza. Originally, you wanted stay huddled in the 'Librarium of the Broken Black Wing', but the library was closed, shut down for the festivities. Plus, the other wizards insisted that missing Armasse would be a shame. Aravashniel, an elf and wizard, like yourself, called it, “an insult to Kenabres and its history.” And not long since your arrival, and to your (possible) amusement, a young human male examined you. At first his eyes were on your ears but eventually drifted down to your other attributes: your chin, neck, shoulders, his eyes lingered on your breasts, then down to your hips, and finally down your legs to your feet and then back up again. At the first sign of you taking notice he straightened, blushed pink, and ran away pulling a dark haired woman with a ponytail by the wrist......What happened after that? That feels important..........It's all blurry. Then you remember a bright light.
You wake up face down in some dust. Lifting up your gaze you see a man holding the dark-haired woman. One hand is on her breast while the other has a weapon held out in front of her.
Hulrun cleared his throat, and just as he opened his mouth to speak a bright light erupted from the West. It looked like a second sun setting on the horizon, white and pristine. Hulrun's figure was rendered to a silhouette, a shadow on the stage. The people of the crowed moaned and raised their hands to shield their eyes. A second later the earth shook and the sound of the explosion followed, roaring like angry thunder. People cried out in shock as a forceful gust of air blew sand hard and stinging against their skin.
@Baleon the Bloodhound: Your heart was a flutter. In all your time on this planet were you this proud! Escorting Lady Terendelev, albeit with five other paladins, was just a tremendous honor. She just wasn't the city's matron and saint but something more spectacular: an ancient silver dragon! Of course, you never really saw her as a dragon before, nor did she look ancient. In fact, she looked like a youthful, gorgeous woman, with noble appeal radiating from every atom of her being. Despite all your oaths and pledges it was difficult not to notice her beauty. Her dress was elegant in it's design, shimmery and, of course, very very silver. The sunlight sparkled off it. Once Hulrun had taken to the stage she raised her chin, turned to you six and smiled. Then, as if sensing your awe, she patted you shoulder before turning her attention back to the stage. In that second the world was bleached away, engulfed by an incredible white light. Then, once you blinked the purple spots from your vision a wall of metal pushed over, and then there was falling.
In the darkness you hear a woman's voice cry out, ”Miles!”, and it pulls you back to consciousness.
”My lady!” you shout and reach out in hopes of catching Terendelev. Finding a figure your hands tell you is female, you yank her close and bring your weapon across her torso to bar her from any danger just as you were trained. However, something was peculiar and not quite right. Terendelev had white hair, not black. And, uh, was this person's ponytail twitching? Also, to add to the awkwardness your left , even though it keeps her close and protected, its hand presses into this stranger's right bosom.
The fortress known as The Kite, the location of Kenabres' wardstone, was now a spinning pillar of smoke and deep red fire. A moment later, Terendelev roars at the sky. But it's not the shout of any woman but that of a dragon! Her body began to grow, changing into the shape she was born with, that of an ancient silver dragon! Spreading her wings wide she brushed the people back, shielding them from what was coming.
@Arloric: It was just a little, innocent nap against the wall. Snorting away you look around and find something dangling from your broad antlers. Ahead of you are three giggling girls, pointing at your head. Looks like these munchkins have decorated your head while you were sleeping with streamers, ribbons, and many colorful strings. And, it looked like they didn't skimp on the beads either. Then there was a sudden flash of white, the Kite had exploded, and those three girls ran screaming to their moms.
Suddenly, you find yourself waking up again. Your' covered in soot and dust. The pounding in your head feels as it could be almost permanent. From the shadows you hear Alexa cry out for her brother. It was followed by a man shouting,”My Lady!” followed by the sound of a weapon leaving its sheathe.
Khorramzadeh laughed and leaped at Terendelev from the direction of the explosion. His crimson skin was engulfed in clouds, flames and lightning. Gripped in his thick hands he held a sword covered in fire and a whip. The impossible had happened, the Worldwould had come to Kenabres!
@Uriel Aurelius: King of the log sounded like fun, and you proved really good at it. Who knew that paladins were proficient with pillows, right? You had even given it a proper name: Smite. All noteworthy swords had names, why not a worthy pillow? Nobody would dare challenge a man whose pillow was named that. Unfortunately, your next opponent was a woman. And not just any woman but a dark elf. Well, a half-drow at least.
The fight was short. Worldwould had finally invaded and duty called. With a yell you grab your sword(and Smite) and turn any demon into ribbons. How dare they defile this city with their presence! You just slid your blade from the mouth of a thorny demon when the ground below you gave way. Waking up, you back creaked with pain. Smite is beside you, and standing over you, looking down, is your opponent.
As the ground continued to shake it disgorged demons into the streets. Above the dragon and the balor fought, Khorramzadeh's haughty chuckling echoed through the sky. Terendelev stopped his laughing with a buffet of her wing, turning his chin suddenly skyward. Slowly, he brought it back down and he glared at her, his stern frown oozing into a triumphant grin. Electricity arced across his many horns.
@Ithilwen:The game is called 'King of the Log.' The premise of it is easy. Two competitors armed with pillows stand on a narrow log and hit each other. The one who falls off first loses and is then the King until he, or she, is knocked off and is replaced.
”Careful,” said the vendor with an amused smirk, “this fellow's a paladin. You're pretty but good looks won't save you. He's been king now for a while. Six people tried and all of them went crashing.” Smiling, you reassure him that you'll be fine and step onto the log. He didn't look too scary. Shiny, and maybe a little smug but not overly frightening. He looked you over as well, and winked. Then the vendor whistled.
He was the one to swing first, and it was just a feint to test your reflexes. After that was just a blur. The earth shook, and suddenly you were left blind by this incredible white light. That hurt, and it took you a moment to regain your sight. Once you had blinked the purple splotches away there was a silver dragon in the air fighting a balor demon and Kenabres was in pandemonium. Turning to your opponent to ask him WTF was going on you see that he's gone. Vanished.
”Oh. Right. He's a paladin,” you say to yourself, chuckling. That's when a goat-headed demon barreled into you flipping your slim body end over end. Thankfully, you landed on your drow tush. Then the ground gave way. Yes, you went crashing but not because you lost at King of the Log.”
With a groan you peel yourself off a large chunk of road and look around. It feels a little like home. And, lying beside you is your opponent, the aasimar paladin. He still has his pillow.
”Is that all you have Terendelev?” The balor cackled and brought his wings tight to his back and dived at her. Terendelev roared and spiraled down, crashing into the facade of the Cathedral of Satin Clydwell. Bricks and mortar fell onto the floor scattering those below. One woman was not so lucky as one of the statues tilted and fell on top of her smashing her like a bug, rendering her nothing more than a messy red stain on the cobble stones. Pressing his hoof into her abdomen, he took hold of her neck and gave it a hard shake snapping her head into the apex of the building. She groaned.
Teredelev bared her sharp shiny fangs at the Storm King. ”You cannot win Khorramzadeh,” she said. At that moment a titanic demon erupted at the far end of the plaza, reducing several buildings to gravel as it smashed into this world swinging its tremendous fists back and forth. The rift it created shot across the plaza, and this time there was no escape. The ground underneath tore open angling into darkness.
”Yes. Yes I have!” He roared in triumphant laughter and raised his blazing misshapen sword. The demon had finally left himself open and Terendelev could have saved herself. Instead of twisting her body to whip him back with her tail she raised her bloody claw to save some Kenabres souls. After she uttered a few arcane words she reached out a bleeding talon. Your plummeting suddenly slowed as if you were an autumn leaf. And as you drifted downward into the depths, the last thing you saw was the Storm King standing before the ancient silver dragon, his sword cleaving though her neck. As her head dropped the rift above you slammed shut!
@Aberus Ocellio: Oh the poor poor girl! 'Drench the Wench' was a mean game -sort of. A woman is stands on a red dot painted on the ground. Behind her is a contraption with a bucket of water at the top. Each patron who paid his three coppers can throw bean bags at a target fixed on this machine. If it moves the bucket of water falls on the woman. Which is alright since she's shouting horrible insults and is wearing horns and a tail –wait. No. She's a tiefling. She really does have horns and a tail.
Giving them your pennies you get your three bean bags. The tiefling woman then shouts at you, calling you girly and that your chin looks like a butt. And for your first two tosses you hit the target but nothing happened. Then she said something horrible.
”Your momma is so fat -” and she didn't get to finish. There was some anger in that throw and the bucket turned. It wasn't a small bucket either. The water quickly filled the neckline of her blouse and pushed it all the way down. She howled in embarrassment and folded her arms to hid her bosom. Before any apology could be given a shadow loomed over you. At first you imagined it was a cloud drifting over the sun, but it wasn't. The people scattered as the Storm King stepped over you....now you're in what you think is a cave and you're not alone.
You are rudely yanked back into life, sucking in air and crying out as if reliving your first moments free of your mother's womb. Yet, everything is still dark as if you were floating in a wizard's inkwell. Even with your eyes open, blackness. The squeezing tight pain at the base of your skull was actually a relief. Death had reached out to claim your souls, but when he swiped you fell from his cold grasp. You are alive! Were you then struck blind? No. With the aches slowly dissipating things were becoming clearer, but it was still too murky to know anything for certain. The air feels cool and musty in your nostrils, smelling of wet dirt and stone. Around you everything felt jagged and gritty. A rock shifted causing dust to shower over you. It mixes with the tears on your cheeks and turns to batter. What happened?
OOC
Sorry about that. I promise you will not see many posts like this from me. Sure it's easier to just copy text out of the module, but I didn't want to do that. I wanted to connect you together somehow, even if it's a little corny. Also, felt I should give you some fluff to work with. It might seem a little out of character for your PCs and I do apologize. I just wanted to give you seven a meaningful start. Also, yes, I did copy the first paragraph and stuck it on the end. I am hoping it brings thing together, full circle. Plus, it's the most important paragraph describing your position.
Here is a short list.
[1]You seven are stuck in what appears to be a cave. It's cold and smelly.
[2]You all have headaches but they are ebbing away quickly as you regain your memories to what happened in Armasse.
[3] The module doesn't speak much about Terendelev but I treat her as if she were very important, something of a Mother Theresa; a saint. She's beloved by the people of Kenabres. She likes to call those drow and tiefling that fight against Worldwound for the betterment of Golarion 'Risen'. On account they've risen above all their struggles to strive towards becoming better.
For the next few posts all you need to do is examine your situation and let your group meet. Make sure to describe yourself in someway and do one action that is a character quirk / tell we'll see often. For example, eye rolling sarcastically when someone makes a suggestion you disagree with. Or, tapping your chin while thinking. I hum and sing to myself when I'm mad. It keeps me from making stupid outbursts. See what I mean?
Once you've met I'll introduce to you three NPCs, and then we'll continue on from there.
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I love RotR, and I have mastered it before (not to completion, mind you).
And I like taking groups that have lost their DMs, but I fear normally those games don't last long.
But, if you don't have other takers, I can try to help you.
Check the games I am currently mastering, and see if you like my style.
