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Homebrew - City Of Balstion IC Thread
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You all enter the city at your leisure and are given a passport with the date of your entry. “Y’all need ta hang on ta this. We need ta see it ‘for we let ya out the city. It’ll take a day to get the paper work through. So enjoy da fruits ah tis here city,” the guard says in a thick accent.
You all as you enter the city and go about your business as you said you would. You are all given a nights stay in the Laughing Mug Inn, for free none of you can argue with your stay. As each of you wake up and make your way to the gates to leave you are asked for your passports. The two guards on the ground look at each other when each of you arrives. “We actually have been asked to send you to the Captain. We know you are going to trying to fill the opening in Balstion. The Captain actually needs your help, we have been instructed to not let you pass until you have spoken with him.”
As you slowly file in you notice that the Captain, sitting behind his desk in a very formal office, is continually counting how many of you there are. When all eight of you arrive the Captain gets out of his seat and moves around to the front of his desk and leans against the desk. He seems exhausted. “I am Captain Price,” in a low very gruff voice the Captain starts to slowly tell you his story, “Three days ago we had a murder. A wealthy noble was killed in his home. Now you are probably wondering why I asked you to come here. The man was not well liked in this city to the point that his wife believes that we,” he motions to himself, “killed him. What I want you to do is find out and, if you can, capture this murderer. You will have full access to my personnel, but limit their use or the wife will think you were in league with us,” as he says the last part he rolls his eyes.
The Captain then continues, “The family is offering a 4000gp reward for solving this murder, I am offering a little less. I am offering a letter of recommendation for the city of Balstion job that is being offered. Since the man hiring is my sister’s husband my recommendation might hold a little weight. Well that’s my story. I could really use your help. I will answer any questions you have at the moment, but as you can guess I am busy, so if they are specific to the case hold them for Officer Holloway, he is in charge of the case and knows lots more than I do.”
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"Oh! You startled me,” she puts the book down. “I am Saundra, the baron’s wife.” “What you gentlemen doing here?” she says with a very pretty smile.[/quote]
My character wants to know how old is she, and is she hawt?
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Feats:4
* Eschew Materials
* Force of Personality (Use Cha insteadof Wil for Wil saves)
* Touchstone (City of the Dead) (+1 bonus on all charisma checks, +1 bonus on charisma-based spells to overcome a creature's spell resistance)
* Extend Spell
Appearance:
He is deeply tanned and is obviously from a foreign desert-land. His bright, blonde hair, a
contrast to his skin, is typically covered by sand-colored cloth that has been wrapped around his hair, save for parts where his unkempt hair sticks out. He wears poor clothes, a simple sleeve-less tunic and loose pants, covered in sand, dirt, and showing signs of over-use. A tattered cape covers his back, with a backpack being worn underneath. While he would be considered by most to be short and youthful, he has dangerous, almost comical, expression on him, as his brow is constantly furrowed. A large spear is kept between his back and his backpack, with the tip pointed towards the ground.
Personality:
Garan deeply respects physical power above everything. He views those stronger than him with both respect and rivalry, willing to best them when he feels it would be appropriate. He is boisterous, always willing to show off his power in the most spectacular of ways he can and seeking out others to defeat to prove this. His loud speech and barbaric manners tend to dissuade others, however he is enthusiastic and optimistic. He doesn't view people who solely rely on magic nor those who use "unfair" fighting with the same respect as others, viewing them as physically weak and cowardly. He follows a simple philosophy, if he can do it then it's right. At the same time, he follows a strict code that only the strong make a worthy opponent, so he refuses to start a fight with those he views as weaker. This should not be confused with his willingness to aid someone in danger, as he does this only to show off and to possibly fight someone who is strong.
Background:
Garan was born within a nomad desert tribe. Rumors claim the tribe were descendents of monsters, some claim they descended from dragons, and the tribe itself believes themselves to be the children of the sun. Whatever is the case, the tribe produced a abnormally high amount of sorcerers. One of these was a young man, Garan himself. Garan was particularly gifted, which was, what he thought, the reason for being sent out of the tribe so quickly. While most sorcerers who do prove thimself to have talent are sent away to adventure, Garan was actually exiled due to his frequent fighting and his ego. Garan drifted through the desert, going from village, to town, to city, all while participating in tournaments and doing anything he could to fight more, prefering to fight more "exotic" creatures. He discovered the power to "shape" sand as his tribe's heritage grew more within him as he continued to go through more battles. He eventually wandered out of the desert and after even more travelling, came to this current city.
Notes:
Sellis
Arain Kinac of the Chamber Militant of the Church of Johan
Arain Kinac, Human Cleric6/RadiantServant2
Medium Human NG
21, 5'10", 180lb, Male, Green eyes, Deep-tan skin, Brown hair
* +1 Longsword(6945gp, 4lb)
* +1 Heavy Steel Shield(3510gp, 15lb)
* Handy Haversack(6000gp, 5lb)
* -253gp, 9sp (0/5lb)
* -Bedroll(1sp, 0/5lb)
* -Cleric's vestments(5gp, 0/6lb)
* -Healer's Kit(50gp, 0/1lb)
* -Holy Water(4)(100gp, 0/4lb)
* -Mstrwrk. Manacles(50gp, 0/2lb)
* -Silk Rope(10gp, 0/5lb)
* -Wand of CLW(50/50) (2250gp, 0lb)
* Pouch, belt(1gp, 0.5lb)
* Ring of Sustenance(7500gp)
* Silver holy symbol of Johan(25gp, 1lb)
* Tattoo of Biofeedback (150gp)
* Tattoo of Vigor (150gp)
* Traveler's outfit(1gp, 0/5lb)
Total weight carried -- 25.5lb
Light load -- 76lb, medium -- 153lb, heavy -- 230lb,
Lift -- 460lb, push -- 1150lb
Spells:
Domains: Healing, Sun
Class: (6/5+1/4+1/4+1/3+1; spell save DC 14 + spell level; Healing spells at +1 CL.)
* 0th- Detect Magic(2), Light, Mending, Read Magic(2)
* 1st- Bless, Detect Evil, Endure Elements, Omen of Peril (CDiv), Protection from Evil, Shield of Faith
* 2nd- Align Weapon, Bull's Strength, Heat Metal, Lesser Restoration, Status
* 3rd- Daylight, Dispel Magic, Magic Circle against Evil, Searing Light, Speak with Dead
* 4th- Death Ward, Divine Power, Fire Shield, Tongues
XP: 30,000 / 36,000
Appearance:
Arain is dressed in a simple white tunic with a long and spotless white cloak. Around his neck hands a holy symbol of Johan, marking him a preist of that order. He, however, holds a shield in one hand and keeps the other on the pommel of the longsword at his belt. His eyes seem understanding, but have the look of someone who has seen much loss.
Personality:
Arain enjoys being with and talking to people. He is very easy-going and always tries to help those in need and ease the suffering of others. However, he firmly believes in the tenets of his faith and will resort to the blade as needed. He especially abbhors the undead, for they are a mockery of the life give to the people by the gods.
Background:
Like many priests of the sun god, Arain came from a small farming family. His two older brothers had served in the army during the war, and his father had been exempt from conscription because of the need for a steady supply of food. Arain had notions of joining the army, but decided against it when both his brothers came back with medals, awarded post-humously. Some families did not even get the bodies.
Arain's decision to join the clergy was a spur-of-the-moment choice, but he does not regret it. Since Johan is worshipped by the common people, he learnt real lessons, rather than simply learning how to recite from a book. After seeing Arain wield a sword in one of their training sessions his teacher suggested that he join the Order's chamber militant. Arain joined with caution, but quickly took to wielding steel against the darkness.
After his 'training' he wandered the lands, travelling from city to city, visiting the churches of Johan and helping them in whatever way he could. Recently he has been asked to go to the city of Balstion to investigate the strange occurances and 'evaluate' the Baron.
Appearance:
Kosjach is a runt, but a brilliant and talented runt. He stands a meager two feet in height, although if he stretched his double-jointed legs out, he might make two and a half. His limbs are long and spindly, his finger tips reaching almost to his knees. His scales are like polished steel which has been rusted and pitted, a subtle glisten remains. A pair of wings spring out over his shoulders, a mottle of dark to light reds and yellows. Resting between his wings is a tiny mottled red haversack. At his hip is a flat and wide quiver divided into three section, each capped individually. His only visible weapons are a spear nearly three to four times his height, its sturdy darkwood shaft and shining steel head obviously of dwarven make, and a black iron dagger strapped to a leg. Covering his eyes are a pair of smoky goggles. A yellow bandana runs around his reptilian forehead, and he wears an open mustard vest.
[Personality:
Kosjach is content in his life as an adventurer, wandering trap and locksmith and alchemist. After being scorned as a vicious coward most of his life, just for being a kobold, he has taken to ignoring such undue treatment and prefers to leave such pettiness to the petty races, kobolds are better than that. While Kosjach dislikes being called a coward, he is none to eager to be at the forefront of a fight, preferring to lay traps for his enemies to stumble over and get caught up in, and then bombard them with alchemical items to disable and damage.
Background:
Kosjach grew up in a typical kobold tribe, until adventurers came along and wiped it out in the name of justice and whatever else they thought they were doing. Thankfully, Kosjach got away, sure he figured others got away too, but now, he was free to do what he wanted in the world, no longer constrained to be the local trapmaster. He had always been a bit more free spirited than his fellow kin and wanted to explore and test himself.
On that note, Kosjach began to make his way into the wider world. Sure he was scorned and mistreated, but not so different from dealing with orcs he usually thought. Finally, after moving place to place, fleeing guards and constables, Kosjach fell in with a band of misfit adventurers for a while. He fit right in. That was until the dragon ate most of them, or Kosjach knew it was only an oversized wyvern, a dragon would probably not have bothered. Thankfully, cowardice and luck prevailed and Kosjach got away once more.
Now again on his own, Kosjach has taken up various roles, preferring to remain as anonymous as possible since most resent him for his race. Only recently has did he find a call for help that appealed to him, something different for a change.
Notes:
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I use the French cause you're an ass - Wilson from House
OOC: I acutally, as the DM, am lost as to what it is you are looking for.
Spoiler:
Mirror of opposition?
So, as a DM you aren't going to let me have random objects till you know what my intentions are? Talk about railroading
Lark would use such a mirror as a scrying focus.
I had trouble imagining him tieing a 2 foot x 4 foot silver mirror worth at least 1000gp to the back of his horse, but I liked the scry spell, so I took it and planned on improvizing.
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So, as a DM you aren't going to let me have random objects till you know what my intentions are? Talk about railroading
Lark would use such a mirror as a scrying focus.
I had trouble imagining him tieing a 2 foot x 4 foot silver mirror worth at least 1000gp to the back of his horse, but I liked the scry spell, so I took it and planned on improvizing.
No not railroading just informing because I will tell you what I was lost as to what you were trying to do, not that she had it but I was confused.
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I use the French cause you're an ass - Wilson from House
must resist urge to smite "good cop" :P yea np there. just dont wanna rule out anybody at this time. just cause he had nothing to gain doesn't mean he didn't do it. he may have been controlled to do it.
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must resist urge to smite "good cop" :P yea np there. just dont wanna rule out anybody at this time. just cause he had nothing to gain doesn't mean he didn't do it. he may have been controlled to do it.
In game, my character is trying to reassure him to get more info out of him, although he does not consider him a "likely" suspect.
Meta-game I can't believe that AT would have the answer be "the butler did it"
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"Well there are two reasons for all of you: first you are the only non-merchants to enter the city in the past three days; two this assassin killed, as far as I know, upwards of eight fully dress bodyguards. So your services, even as a warrior are needed to help quell this foe," the Captain replies.
Quote:
Originally Posted by Amazing Triangle
"Sir, we don't hire bodyguards...m' lord believed they were backstabbing money mongers, so he never hired them, to my protest," Jeffery seems to trail off.
Amazing Triangle, Am I missing something, or are you?
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Discontinuity error but...I actually have an explaination
They were guards in uniform and all, just not hired by the baron. The lead officer knew them to be his own men his guards (hired to keep tabs on the baron's business dealing he just didn't want anyone to know he was spying on the baron) :P O now I have the perfect link to your next adventure :: evil smile :: Thanks for wondering and keeping me honest!
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Quotes
I use the French cause you're an ass - Wilson from House
