CampinCarl9127 |
I am back with my barbarian/paladin/sentinel completely done and ready for your consideration! All of his crunch and gear is present under his profile here. That includes his backstory, appearance, and personality, including how he got his three classes.
I'm really looking forward to playing Arthur. He will be a load of fun to play with, definitely one of the most interesting characters I have created.
As far as posting rate, I have the opportunity to post several times per day, and more often than not I'm the one pushing things along.
Kixzik |
In a cheap tenement in the Puddles a lamp burns long into the night.
From the tenement can be heard a deep voice muttering at all hours. On one particular day a gnome and raccoon approaches the room that shines light across an abandoned intersection.
Yes! If I supercharge the alchemical extract I can in turn channel further power through the blue dragon released into the atmosphere, thus creating a feedback loop that will cause my machines to come to life! Then my machines will reverse the effects of all the winds on windmills by magnetizing the gears, thus putting a stop to all bread-making and driving people into a state so weakened they'll be unable to resist my attempt to take over the world!
The skittering of chalk on slate can be heard, along with the bubbling of chemicals.
The deep voice continues.
I really need a sidekick so I'm talking to someone instead of rambling. Unfortunately most goblins are imbeciles.
A fat gnome with a fatter raccoon appeared in the tenement, with a pie and one hand and a scroll in the other. It was hard to figure out what he wanted between his chittering with the raccoon, giving you a "Greeting of the Fuzz", whatever that is.
The deep voice belonged to a unusual looking goblin - it had white skin, the typical goblin red eyes and was wearing a leather apron around what appeared to be a Taldan scholar's outfit. Strangest of all was the small powdered wig perched on the top of its head.
The goblin looked up.
Yes? I'm quite busy here with weighty matters! Spying the raccoon he seemed to consider something. Ah, you must be a merchant selling livestock for consumption! Well, while I appreciate the idea of a raccoon pie, and that specimen is indeed plump enough for an oven roasting once its fur is removed, I'm afraid all my coin is invested in a large alchemical concern.
The gnome jerks back to keep out of the goblin's reach as the goblin pulls out a shark two-pronged fork. The gnome's amazed when the goblin uses the fork to reach under a table and spear a small pickled onion that the goblin eats.
No, no! The gnome cried, I've come to give you a letter. You're the Kizxik Andoranman who inquired about funding at the Grand Lodge two weeks past?
The goblin practically snatches the letter from the gnome, startling the raccoon who spills the gnomes pie over part of the letter. The gnome flees in terror from the terrifying goblin, who almost impaled the gnome with the fork.
Dear Kixzik Andoranman,
Your recent inquiry for funding has been re...<pie stain>...ed, please visit us and we'll be able to propose an interesting offer.
Respectfully,
Venture Cap...<pie stain>..., Tullius Sefardin
Blasted blackcurrant pie! I'll never see the words beneath. Re...something. Readied? No, then they wouldn't be proposing an offer. Perhaps...reviewed! Yes, reviewed by a venture cap...capitalist! The funds for my pesh land purchasing is finally coming in. Soon I will rule the world!
He folds the letter carefully, then packs his lab into his backpack and adjusts his wig.
Walking into the drier parts of town he flags down a carriage. The driver is used to the weird, but even he is surprised to see a goblin wearing a wig waving for him. Guild rules forbid him from rejecting a potential fare however so he stopped.
The goblin smiles in what he believes is an ingratiating manner, displaying all his very sharp teeth, and flips a few silver to the cabby.
Good morning my good man! I am an important Andoran businessman in need of transport to this address. And if you could move with great haste I would be delighted to give you a sizeable tip.
The goblin climbed aboard and the driver drove through the streets to the address.
Kixzik marched through to a room with a number of other interesting people, no doubt others coming up with interesting proposals. None that could hold a candle to his own brilliant schemes of course, but he'd have to watch them - he'd already had to fight off a kobold who'd almost taken control of Katapesh with a long chain of paper fortune scrolls and he wouldn't fail now.
MiniGM |
Alright folks, I am going to announce the first players in. I have not settled on the last two spots yet. That will come in another half hour or hour depending on the PM questions I sent out come back in. Also there is the possibility of a late submission as well.
For now hop on over to discussion Kixzik, and Zephyr
Seif-al-Din ibn-Subhi |
The Pathfinder Society. I have heard of them. Mostly as an organisation of grave robbers, it is true, but perhaps the stories are not entirely accurate. Still, if maybe half of the stories that I have heard about them are true, they *do* have some incredible archives of knowledge, and contacts on other planes, so maybe doing them a favor when set me in good stead for them helping me with my own problem... a little quid pro quo, as it were...
Bowing respectfully to the gnome, he gratefully accepts both the scroll, and the pie, and makes a show out of enjoying the latter.
Hmmm... interesting mix. Gooseberry and lemon? Maybe with a hint of walnut?
At the conclusion of the meeting, he nods, and says:
"Your offer is certainly tempting. Give me a few hours to pack my things, and make the necessary arrangements, and I will be ready to go."