
JoshB |

4d6 - 4 ⇒ (4, 5, 6, 5) - 4 = 16
4d6 - 2 ⇒ (3, 3, 2, 5) - 2 = 11
4d6 - 2 ⇒ (2, 3, 3, 4) - 2 = 10
4d6 - 1 ⇒ (3, 1, 1, 3) - 1 = 7
4d6 - 1 ⇒ (2, 1, 6, 4) - 1 = 12
4d6 - 1 ⇒ (1, 3, 2, 4) - 1 = 9
16, 12, 11, 10, 9, 7
That's on the mediocre side, but it is the way the game was designed to be played.
Thinking a skill character for myself.

DM Greaek |

You could roll and see if you like those better. Feat tax and background skills apply, I was in the car with limited time on a phone so that was all I could manage.
If you want to play a fighter let me know, and I will post the homebrew modifications to the fighter
All base and hybrid classes are allowed, but not archetypes.
2 traits, at least 1 from the Rise of the Runelord players guide (An immensely helpful resource for players *hint hint*
Only the 7 base races allowed, but customizing is allowed.
I would like a writing sample 250 words or lesser using one of
2. A grumpy old man makes his way into the tavern you are in, and starts yelling at the bar tender/owner who is his daughter. It looks like pretty soon things could go ugly, and it's up to you to diffuse the situation and make sure that there is no bar fights in town tonight.
3. After saving a man on the road from a group of kobolds he becomes slightly obsessed with you, and that lands him in trouble with the guards after the tavern owner calls the guard on him. How do you save your friend from some legal trouble, or do you wish to press charges
I would prefer you take the average for gold, but whatever you want.

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Cool, I'll make those modifications then (feats/skills). I'll check out the fighter homebrew when it's posted, but I was pretty happy with this character as a bloodrager so I doubt I'll change it.
Okay, trying for better than 25pt:
4d6 - 1 ⇒ (6, 3, 1, 3) - 1 = 12
4d6 - 1 ⇒ (4, 1, 6, 4) - 1 = 14
4d6 - 4 ⇒ (6, 4, 5, 4) - 4 = 15
4d6 - 1 ⇒ (5, 6, 1, 5) - 1 = 16
4d6 - 1 ⇒ (1, 1, 6, 5) - 1 = 12
4d6 - 1 ⇒ (1, 2, 2, 2) - 1 = 6
I'm not sure what a "6" is (lowest on the buy chart is 7), but it's at last another -2, so that's a 20pt buy. Pass.

Corrin Whisperwind |

oh yeah the stat rolls
stat one: 4d6 - 4 ⇒ (6, 4, 4, 6) - 4 = 16
stat two: 4d6 - 2 ⇒ (3, 2, 5, 4) - 2 = 12
stat three: 4d6 - 2 ⇒ (1, 5, 6, 2) - 2 = 12
stat four: 4d6 - 2 ⇒ (1, 1, 2, 5) - 2 = 7
stat five: 4d6 ⇒ (6, 5, 1, 2) = 14
stat six: 4d6 - 1 ⇒ (4, 1, 5, 6) - 1 = 15
I'll take it, (its a 22 point buy) but if you will allow the other three points i'll jump the 7 up 3 points. Your call GM :)

eggellis |

4d6 ⇒ (1, 5, 6, 2) = 14
4d6 ⇒ (3, 1, 1, 3) = 8
4d6 ⇒ (1, 5, 3, 4) = 13
4d6 ⇒ (3, 2, 3, 6) = 14
4d6 ⇒ (2, 2, 3, 3) = 10
4d6 ⇒ (6, 3, 2, 2) = 13
That's pretty bad. 25 buy it is I reckon.
I started this one once with a witch. The game made it basically nowhere and it's been a while so there shouldn't be any issues but I thought I should mention it.
If no one else wants to go arcane(or if we want two of them) I can bring my witch back.

Corrin Whisperwind |
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If you go witch and JoshB goes into his rogue wizard arcane trickster, we would have the arcane covered I believe, Yeda has our melee covered so that leaves something ranged focused, and healing. I'll see what Elbow to the face/ Stedvan want to roll up, and I'll cover what we dont have. :) If they cover both i find something that augments those roles most likely

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I have heard people mention this feat tax houserule(or what have you) but I'm not aware of what it actually is.
This is usually what is being referred to: http://michaeliantorno.com/feat-taxes-in-pathfinder/
The GM will say if it's this or some other version of it. I believe that blog itself has update posts revisiting and revising the idea.

Salaamati |

Hello! If you a spot opens at some point - maybe also later - and you would consider an Aasimar Cleric of Calistria then this would be the character with which I would like to apply. Is based on 20 Point Buy with only Paizo material and is 1st level at the moment but I can change everything for this campaign. ;-)

Grigore Miklos |

Here is Eggellis' witch. He's actually a warlock but I've been saying witch to avoid confusion on which class I meant.
I'll choose prompt number two.
As she walks over to another patron he turns to survey the room. That's when he sees trouble. The grumpy old man walks in and starts laying into the bartender. Grigore is not the type to let these things get out of hand if he can help it.
He grabs his drink and walks over to the pair. He places a hand on the old man's shoulder and takes a swig from his glass before setting it on the bar. "Easy there friend," he says with a smile, "Haven't you heard that cooler heads always prevail?" Just as the old grouch is about to respond Grigore pulls his hand away from the man's shoulder holding a loose thread from his jacket. Grigore glares at the man with his golden eyes. Eyes that before seemed to be friendly and inviting. Eyes that were now unsettling, that actually belonged set into the face of a man who communes with unknown beings to learn magic. "I'd hate for things to get ugly in here." Grigore snaps with his free hand and the loose thread burns away.

Corrin Whisperwind |

perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
The young druid frowned as he moved to inspect the barrel frowning. He saw no sign of rats, but then again the lights down here were weak. His right hand slid up towards the his leather hunting mask lifting it up over his wild and long dark green dyed hair... He scowled as he turned, even pulling the mask up didnt make rat sign any clearer.
His eyes about leapt out of his skull as he saw the young human woman disrobing and motioning to the cot. He colored in embaressment, such reactions from females wasnt something he was used to.
"I ...what are you doing miss? Is this some mating ritual done amongst your people... I did not find any rats."
He turned slipping the mask back on to begin searching even more for the rats. Not all humans well mated with life partners, some of them did it for the pleasure and enjoyment of it, far be it from him to judge. When her father burst in angrily he almost ignored him instead calling out as he poked about the corners of the room.
"I havent found the rats yet your daughter wanted for the regard gift sir, but with all that noise they are probably scared away now. Should I come back later?"
He began innocently enough.

ElbowtotheFace |

Male Half-Orc Oracle 1
N Medium humanoid
Init +3; Senses- Darkvision, Perception +0
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Defense
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AC 17, touch 14, flat-footed 13, CMD 17
HP 10 (1d8+2)
Fort +2, Ref +1, Will +1
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Offense
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Speed 30ft
Greataxe: +3 1d12+4 x3
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Statistics
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Str 16, Dex 12, Con 14, Int 10, Wis 8, Cha 18
Base Attack +0, CMB +3, CMD 17
Feats: Skill focus: (dip)
Traits: Outlander (Missionary – Burning Disarm, Hold Person, Bestow Curse), Reactionary
Skills: Diplomacy 11, Heal 3, Perception 0, Sense Motive 3, Spellcraft 4
(B) Skills: Handle Animal 8, Knowledge (geography) 4
Gear: Studded Leather (25gp), Greataxe (20gp), Oracle’s kit (a backpack, a bedroll, a belt pouch, candles (10), a flint and steel, an iron pot, mess kit, rope, soap, torches (10), trail rations (5 days), and a waterskin. 37gp), Traveler’s outfit.
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Racial Abilities
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Intimidating: +2 to Intimidate
Orc Ferocity: Once per day, when a half-orc is brought below 0 hit points but not killed, he can fight on for 1 more round as if disabled. At the end of his next turn, unless brought to above 0 hit points, he immediately falls unconscious and begins dying.
Darkvision 60ft
Orc Blood
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Special Abilities
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Mystery: Nature
Revelation: Nature’s Whisper
Oracle’s Curse: Tongues - Infernal
Orisons
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Spells
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Level 0: Stabilize, Light, Create Water, Enhanced Diplomacy
Level 1 (4/day): Burning Disarm, Cure lt wounds, Shield of Faith
Seated at a table along the far wall across from the door Zokash patiently waited for his food and watched the goings on of the busy tavern. The owner, who save for a young man occasionally appearing to clear tables, and loud grumbling coming from the kitchen area, appeared to be running the business by herself. The young lady dropped of Zokash’s food and the thanked her and began to eat. When the owner was half way back to her station behind the bar a cantankerous middle-aged man stormed in and began to argue with her. The room grew quiet as conversation died down to hear the argument. Noise of idle chit-chat was quickly replaced by the shouts of the two verbal foes.
Worried that this may go further than a simple shouting match Zokash decided to intervene. All noise beyond the oral combat stopped when Zokash stood from his seat. All eyes, save for the four locked on their respective opponents, turned to the tall and brawny half-orc in the funny looking clothes as he walked toward the arguing pair, father and daughter as it turned out according to the argument. They didn’t notice him until he was standing almost between them and gave a cough to draw their attention.
“Excuse me,” Zokash interjected looking down at the pair with his hands clasped together resting against his abdomen, “I was hoping to be of assistance in mediating this argument. From what I hear festivities are nearly upon us and it would be a shame for anyone to get hurt. If I might suggest if you, sir, were to come back after hours perhaps that might be better to resolve the issues you are arguing over,” with that he unclasps his hands and gestures to the door the man came through. The skinny balding man gawks angrily at young half-breed and leaves begrudgingly and slams the door.

Sazzat Tamm |

Tamm walked down the stairs into the common room of the inn, yawning and rubbing his head as if that would make the pain subside. He had arrived in town yesterday and had celebrated the end of a week sleeping on the ground and eating cold by drinking a few too many ales with the locals.
He took a seat on a bench, close enough to the fire to be warmed but far enough away to not get too smokey and waved over the barmaid. He was surprised to see it was the lass he took to be the owner last evening. [i]“I guess running a place like this means you wear many hats”[i/] he mused to himself.
She approached with her arms full of a platter covered with dirty dishes. ”Good morning to you.” she greeted him. ”I hope you had a good night’s rest and you aren’t too worse for wear after your drinking last evening.” she continued.
”I’ll survive.” Tamm grinned. ”Some eggs, ham, and porridge would surely speed my recovery.”
”I’ll see what my cook can produce. That shouldn’t be too difficult. What about a little hair of the dog?” she asked with a wink, gesturing with her head towards the ale cask.
”Not this early.” Tamm answered with a grin. ”I’ll just take the breakfast if you please.”
She proceeded to the kitchen and Tamm watched her leave. While he waited, he picked up each of the serving utensils in turn, balancing them on the tip of his finger in a contest against himself, seeing how long he could keep them upright.
He was balancing a spoon when he heard the door to the kitchen open and he saw the barmaid returning with a plate piled high with his breakfast. A smile started to break across his face, but then a crash sounded from the door of the inn as an older man entered, slamming the door as he did.
The spoon fell to the table and Tamm winced as his head reacted to the sound.
The older man turned and advanced on the barmaid right after entering. He raised his voice in complaint ”I can’t believe the state of things!” he shouted, ”I should never have left you in charge.” he continued, planting himself in front of the girl and blocking her path.
”I am doing just fine here.” the girl shouted back. ”I’ve no need for your meddling you old coot!”
”Coot! Coot is it?” the man replied. ”While I oughtta’!!!” he was about to continue as Tamm came to his feet and stepped forward.
”Excuse me folks.” he interrupted as he stepped around the older gentleman.
The old man started as he seemed to notice that he and the barmaid weren’t the only ones in the common room.
”Pardon the interruption, but I’m dying for that breakfast.” Tamm said as he stepped forward to claim the tray from the barmaid. He looked over the breakfast on the tray and then up at the barmaid. ”This looks delicious. Would you happen to have any honey I could add to my porridge?” he asked.
”Certainly good sir, just a moment.” she smiled at Tamm and then glared at the old man before she turned for the kitchens.
”Harrump!!!” the old man grumped as he glared around the room.
As Tamm sat back down in some semblance of peace, he heard the old man stomp back out the door. He grimaced in anticipation and was rewarded a moment later as the door crashed shut.