[OOC] a Tale of High Adventure!

[CitrusArms]

Have you thought about races like, oh, I dunno, kitsune?

[Red Wizard]

@MrSkimobile Sounds cool! Haven't really thought about gods and demons, so go ahead and make something up!

As for age range, perhaps not older than two-three centuries?

@CitrusArms Sounds like another beast race to me, which equals monsters. Just think classic medieval sword and sorcery, not modern DnD.

[Dark Light]

Lucky, the sneaky spell thief

Name: Lucky
Race: Halfling
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance:
Short, just over four foot with an agile build. Dark shoulder length Hair. Green Eyes. Neatly trimmed facial hair with a prominent waxed moustache.
Sun kissed Skin covered by layers of loose colourful flowing clothing, straps, pockets belts and bags.

Personality:
Cheerful, curious and overly optimistic to a fault. Likes to talk. Likes to drink. Likes to gamble. Has a bad habit of taking things that don't belong to him.

Background:
An only child born against all odds.
Raised in a world of giants by his mother, a religious halfling.
She had ideas for a more simple life of poverty and prayers. It didn't help her when she got sick.
Medicine and magic cost money, so he learnt ways to get it. And he learnt that he enjoyed doing so.
Awed by the power of the mages magic he selfishly stole his secrets. The mage retaliated and in the confrontation his mother died. Neither had wanted that to happen and in that still moment of realisation, Lucky's mind processed it faster and he took advantage of the opportunity and slew the mage.

He has since been on the run, not from the law but from himself, disguising it under the desire for new adventures and more wealth.

Talents:
Lucky by name and nature: A miracle birth he is blessed by the gods and fortune shines upon him, at least that's what his parents told him and that belief has stuck and proven true on more than one occasion.

Iron will: It's a fine line between bravery and foolishness, he is perhaps both. His luck and confidence lend to his indomitable will that lets him take risks, not back down and bull head his way through casting magic.

Born thief: His people are naturally good at it the craft and amongst them he is a prodigy. Latent talent honed by necessity and his environment. Were he not greedy, he could probably make a comfortable living. Although if he was not greedy he probably would of never became so good.

Flaws:
He is greedy, drinks too much, lies constantly, is too brave for his own good and doesn't know when to quit.
Not great at combat. Hiding from his past.

Equipment:
Hand crossbow and two daggers
Hooded lantern
Dark leathers
Backpack of basic traveling gear
Thieves tools.
Potion belt, component pouch & pockets full of magical trinkets and ingredients.
Two magical tomes.

Miscellaneous
Chester: Pet squirrel.

I will tidy it up a bit later but you get the gist.

[CitrusArms]

d20pfsrd.com/races/other-races/uncomm…

How closed-minded

[Red Wizard]

@CitrusArms@Dark Light Excellent, accepted!

@CitrusArms The link just affirms my earlier statement. They're shapeshifting beast folk, which amounts to monsters.

[MrSkimobile]

@Red Wizard For your consideration:

Harth-Kazann, Cleric of the Stonefather

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Name: Harth-Kazann
Race: Dwarf
Gender: Male
Age: 157 (about 58, in human-terms)

Appearance: On the whole, Harth looks rather unremarkably like many other dwarves: about two-thirds-man height, with stocky, broad features, pale skin, a grand beard of silver-gray, and deep-set gray eyes. He wears a gambeson made of cave bear leather and a bright red gugel-style hood. A large drawstring sack hangs strapped across his shoulders and back, and he wields a simple stone-head mace both for protection, and as a hiking stick. The only remarkable thing about him is that, upon closer inspection, one of his eyes is artificial: a many-faceted carved glass bead, each side beset by traditional dwarven runes of good luck and protection.

Personality: The Stonefather commands us to Carry Weight. So, Harth does. He works hard and without complaint, his voice almost a droning chant, as calm and sombre as the mountains themselves. He intensely values loyalty, honor and perseverance. He does not carry a holy symbol, as the Stonefather needs none - the Plight weighs upon all his followers more than any holy symbol could. This means that he considers his vows and promises holy, and gifting and receiving them are a great treasure to him. As such, he easily becomes fond of those who are helpful and ‘take one for the team’, and will do his best to aid them both in and out of battle via healing, cooking, and well-humored -if somewhat prudish- moral support, and, if you’re very lucky, every now and again, with a joke as dry and stale as dwarven ale.

Background: Harth was born deep under the mountains, in the hold of Bul-Kazann, where his clan served as the stewards and protectors of the ancient forges and temples of the Stonefather, one of the oldest and holiest deities of their people. From an early age, Harth felt the call of the clergy more than the call of his own father to join the militia like his brothers. At the Temple, he apprenticed under the priests to learn the sacred rites of communing with the mountain, and how to forge blessed iron. It was during this time that he led an expedition to reclaim a forge long-lost to the shifting mountain. In this expedition, he lost his eye when the party stumbled upon a rather angry cave bear. Upon their return to Bul-Kazann, he was gifted a carved eye of protection for his sacrifice, and a gambeson made from its pelt for his bravery. After decades of faithful service to the temple more, Harth received a dream which called him away, to visit the Dwarves of the Vale. And now, with the Temple's blessing, Harth has set out on a holy pilgrimage to the Vale, to aid the Dwarves there in their Plight, and, perhaps, to help purge and uncover the ancient mysteries of Daka-Gorn.

Talents:

• Spells: can cast 2 of the following spells per day: Cure Light Wounds, Light, Purify Food and Water, Protection from Evil, Detect Magic.
• Languages: can speak and read Common, Dwarvish, Ancient Dwarvish, and Stonelore (get an intuition for a stone work's history).
• Has some rudimentary skill in repairing weapons and armor.

Flaws:

• Can sometimes trust others too easily.
• A reluctance to ask for help.
• Rigid and possibly judgmental when it comes to his vows and beliefs.

Equipment:

• Leather gambeson, red hood, glass eye with protective runes
• Stone mace
• Sack with standard adventuring kit (blanket, rope, flint-stone, frying pan)

Miscellaneous:

• Speech color: B6A99B

[Red Wizard]

@MrSkimobile Very nice! Accepted!

[Expendable]

@Red Wizard For your consideration.

Kraseawei

Kraseawei

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Name

Kraseawei Templar

Race

Half-Elf

Gender

Female

Age

Character Age: 26

Appearance

This girl puts you in mind of a clever fox with amber eyes that seem to glow in the dark. Her silky, straight, dark red hair is worn in a style that reminds you of a puffy dandelion. She has a lithe build. Her skin is tan. She has rounded, pointed ears and has incredible night vision.

Hair: Dark Red || Eyes: Amber || Skin: Tan
Height: 5' 3" || Weight: 118 lbs || Build: Lithe

Clothes: Leather tricorn cap, hooded cloak head scarf, peasant's blouse, hide jerkin, leather bracers, leather breeches, woolen hose, leather jackboots with rope soles. Waist scarf, wide leather belt, two belt pouches, dagger on the left, rigging knife with sheath and a carved hardwood fid.

She has a gold earring on her right ear. A bosun's pipe is on a knotted lanyard and tucked under her clothes.

She has a cutlass and a seabag with a lanyard and knotted fringe-work.

Other: 59 gold coins, 20 silver, some copper.

Personality

Wary, organized, & dependable. Loves music and books. Only gambles what she can afford to lose. Dislikes crowds.

Background

She was left as a baby at the Temple of the Blessed Fountain and taken in by the followers of Photia, Goddess Of The Ostracized. Mother Shadeleaf gave her the name of Kraseawei, assuring the doubtful it was an actual Elvish name. When Kraseawei was old enough, she was put under the charge of Blind Cyd, few aware that he was a former pirate.

Blind Cyd used the children as his eyes and hands. While the temple taught her about letters, numbers, and the gods, he and his minions taught her how to read the secret symbols of their trade, to move about silently without notice, to pick locks and pockets, to use a blade and a sling, and how to burgle.

When she was older, whenever a book came into his possession, Blind Cyd would have Kraseawei read it as he loved the sweetness of her voice, and would patiently question her and the others on what she read. It was a most unusual education.

When Searl, a new merchant, set up shop in Redkirk and quickly became successful within a fortnight, Blind Cyd sent her into his warehouse to discover his secrets. Unfortunately for her, she was caught and beatened by the merchant and his men. When Kraseawei refused to talk, Searl delivered her to Baron Aleyne's court. Unable to intevene, Blind Cyd could only stand there helplessly as the barely conscious thief was dragged out of the Baron's court to the waiting prison boat that would take her to Barktawa Reef.

It wasn't long after that for the exiled Prince Francus the Pretender decided to launch his attacks against the Lepraerin Kingdom. In need of recruits, the kingdom decided to press prisoners into service in the Lepraerin Royal Navy. Kraseawei and others were dragged aboard the Golden Griffin in chains, then once they were almost out of sight from Barktawa Reef, each prisoner was branded with the ship's crest before being released and assigned their new duties.

The crew were surly towards the new "recruits", none of them liking theives or worse sharing their quarters and quick to apply their own rough justice. As the new recruits would be leading the assault on the Lord Pretender's ship, they were trained to fight with wooden swords filled with lead, the real weapons locked up until battle.

One night on lookout, Kraseawei spotted a ship in the darkness, but the others couldn't see anything and told the captain that the "little golden-eye thief" was lying. The captain ordered her flogged "for her impertinence," and they were too busy watching her when the Pretender's ship rammed them, cutting the ship in half.

How many days Kraseawei floated, tied that rail, before she was plucked out of the ocean by Captain Alda the Cruel and the crew of the Bloody Sword, she couldn't say. There wasn't much fighting, much to her surprise, as most ships would surrender as soon as they saw Alda's flag, and the food was better by far. Wasel, the Bosun, taught her to play the fiddle while she was still recovering, while the captain would sometimes give her some personalized training with the cutlass. Alda apologized to her once, saying that because of her well-earned reputation, so few captains had the nerve to face he; she really didn't have a way to give Kraseawei the battle experience she needed to improve.

It took a few years, but she was finally able to ransom herself, since Kraseawei didn't sign the book. Returning to Lepraerin was out of the question, they'd lock her up as a deserter. So while still dark, The Bloody Sword let her ashore on a vacant stretch of beach to make her way towards the town and a ship to the Vale.

Talents

Thief - out of practice as a dip (pickpocket), good with slight of hand, rusty at picking locks, fair at finding traps, good at concealment and stealth.

Sailor - Good with line and rigging, good at knot-tying, splicing, canvas work, handling small craft. Some celestrial navigation. Good head for heights.

Fiddle - plays well, good signing voice, knows a lot of sea shanties.

Swordmanship - fair, some skill

Knife-fighting - good at handling and throwing

Sling - fair shot.

Darkvision - can see in extremely dark places

Sensitive Hearing - can hear whispers as if the speaker was standing next to her instead of across the room.

Flaws

Haphephobia (fear of touch, mild), PTSD (mild), Suspicious, Pessimistic, Sea legs (her body is used to a deck that pitches and rolls, even on dry land, gives her a distinctive walk).

Equipment

Ditty bag - small canvas sack with rope landyard, contains sail needles in a needle case, sail palm x2 , waxed sail twine x 2, bench hooks x 2, bone fid, small hanks of twine and small cordage, rolled strips of canvas, rigging knife with sheath, tinder box w/flint & steel, burning lens). Kept in her seabag.
Hide Jerkin - some protection from slash attacks
Cutlass
Dagger
Sling
Fiddle (musical instrument)
Seabag
Belt pouch (1) - twenty silver coins, some copper.
Belt pouch (2) - Metsubushi black eggs x 2, chalk x 2.
Lockpicks

Miscellaneous

Her surname Templar is often used by the temple priests when the actual name is not known.

[Red Wizard]

@Expendable Shiver me timbers! Accepted!

With that, I'm only waiting for one more player to finish up before we can begin playing!

[Chronic]

@Red WizardHere it is.

Colt Livingston

Name:
Colt Livington

Race:
Human

Gender:
Male

Age:
26

Appearance:

Face

standing at 6 foot 1 with a good physique.

Armor

clothes

Personality:
Rude, charming, cautious, unpredictable, intelligent,
Uses Southern slang,Likes to talk a lot,doesn’t like killing people he usually avoids it, has a strong moral compass for some reason.

Background:
Colt Livingston, a 26-year-old bounty hunter, hails from the quaint village of Eldergrove, nestled in the shadow of the formidable Mistwood Mountains. Born the son of a blacksmith and a herbalist, Colt was raised in an environment where craftsmanship and nature entwined. His early years were marked by a deep appreciation for the stories of valor and adventure shared by wandering merchants and seasoned warriors. Inspired by these tales, Colt developed a keen sense of justice, often dreaming of becoming a hero in his own right. When Colt turned fifteen, tragedy struck Eldergrove. A band of marauding orcs descended upon the village, leaving destruction in their wake. Killing 68 people along the with his older brother, leaving him vengeful, many fled, Colt stood firm, defending his home alongside the villagers. Though they managed to repel the invaders, the experience left a scar on his heart and ignited a fierce determination within him. He vowed to protect the innocent and hunt down those who preyed upon the weak. As he matured, Colt honed his skills in tracking and combat, training under the guidance of a reclusive ranger who recognized his potential. With a swift bow and a keen eye, he became adept at navigating the dense forests and treacherous mountains, a talent that would serve him well as a bounty hunter. His reputation began to grow as he successfully apprehended various criminals and delivered justice across the land. Currently, Colt finds himself on a pivotal journey to the sprawling country of vale,With a new bounty to fulfill—rumored to involve a cunning sorcerer who has been orchestrating chaos among the realms—Colt prepares to navigate the complexities of alliances and rivalries. Along the way, he hopes to uncover more about his own lineage and the legacy of his village, believing that understanding his past will empower him to forge a brighter future for himself and those he aims to protect. Colt Livingston is not merely a bounty hunter; he is a seeker of truth, justice, and redemption in a world teeming with danger and intrigue. His journey to vale promises to challenge his resolve and shape his destiny in ways he could never have imagined.

Talents:
Expert at swordsmanship, Neutral with archery, has pretty good durability, Above average in H2H.

Flaws:
Fears:Not being able to save someone, Let’s his guard down when someone’s talking about his brother.

Equipment:
Iron sword with red handle, small dagger, map.

Notable possessions:
Notebook with pen, clothes, armor, playing cards,

Miscellaneous:
Has a Southern accent with a drawl.

[Red Wizard]

@Chronic Looking good! Although, I would like you to add a bit about why he has come to the Vale of Daka-Gorn and what his goals are there. That is where the game takes place, after all.

[Chronic]

It’s in the backstory about the sorcerer?-@Red Wizard

[Red Wizard]

@Chronic Oh, I see. Your CS mentions a realm called "Velt" known for sprawling cities and diverse inhabitants, and I didn't connect that to "the Vale of Daka-Gorn", which is a wild and mostly uninhabited frontier in the far north of the world.

[Chronic]

I misspelled it probably I’ll fix it

[Chronic]

@ChronicI took out the city part and I fixed the velt part

[Chronic]

@Red Wizardit auto corrected me most likely.

[Red Wizard]

@Chronic Thanks for the edit. Accepted!

[Red Wizard]

@Bacon@duskshine749@Dark Light@MrSkimobile@Expendable@Chronic

And with that, I believe we are ready to begin! I'll get to work on the starting post. You can expect it in a few days. In the meantime, you guys can discuss and explore possible relationships and openings for your characters - after all, they've been on the same ship for a few weeks by bow.

[Expendable]

I take it there's some cabins for the passengers, some or all may be sharing a room. The crew traditionally sleeps under the forecastle, or may have hammocks on the lower deck. Will passengers have berthing next to the captain's cabin with the officers, or aft on the lower deck? Or slinging a hammock with the crew? We may be living in very close quarters, which Kraseawei is very used to.

I take it we'll be eating with the crew, or may some of us be dining at the Captain's table? I take it a few of us may rate that honor, but I don't see Kraseawei being invited unless it's so she might play the violin while the others are eating. A couple of silvers for the night's labors, as it were.

Kraseawei may likely spend her time on the lower deck, or on the main deck under the port side ladder leading up to the foc's'le.

[Red Wizard]

@Expendable You seem to be knowledgeable about this, so I say we'll go with your idea!