[PF-1e] Giantslayers

[creed]

Originally Posted by Roofio

Jarl, your game app was epic looking, and that music to go with it top notch! So amped for this game Im using the EVE online browser to keep tabs while mining in highsec lol even if i odnt get in on this, i think im gonna want to read the story thats crafted here

Now that is some serious dedication.

[Xian]

Jarl,

Feel free to mark my app as ready for review. The WIP for the background stuff is mostly happy to glad and will get on a sample post as soon as I get a scene right in my head!

And to jump on the bandwagon based on the caliber here this will indeed be epic...!

Onward!

Cheers, Xian

[FoggyKnight]

Arran is ready for review. Aside from names for Arran's family, I need specific questions from anyone willing to read it over and point out the potential holes.

[Starspawn]

Did anyone else ever notice that the concept art for the Storm Giant looks an awful lot like Ganondorf?

 

[FoggyKnight]

Frankly, I thought that should be the fire giant. I remember in past editions that the storm giant had either blue skin and blonde hair or green skin and greener hair.

Also, that looks exactly like Ganondorf, now that you point it out. I haven't played Ocarina of Time in so long...That guy also looks a bit top heavy. Long arms, barrel chest, comparatively small legs. Good for knocking over.

[Vex]

Anders the Hopebringer Anders Barterson Halfling Warpriest of Iomedae Theme song: Hope - Apocalyptica Class: Warpriest of Iomedae (Glory, Good) Alignment: Neutral Good - I care for others deeply and wish to protect them, whatever the cost Traits: Trunau Native. There is a fire in your heart that can't be quenched. You gain a +1 trait bonus on damage against foes who are threatened by only you.Axe To Grind. You are a virtuoso musician, actor, or storyteller. You gain a +1 trait bonus on checks with a single Perform skill (your choice), and all Perform skills are always class skills for you.Talented. Drawback: You lack confidence in your abilities or confidence in the universe at large. Whenever you fail a skill or ability check, you take a —4 penalty on that type of skill or ability check for the next hour.Doubt. Anders is a young Halfling in good physical shape. Unruly dark hair, a good singing voice and distinct warm, brown eyes make the shy but charming Anders most pleasant company. He's a bit taller than the average Halfling, and a bit more muscular. The latter comes from the rigorous training he subjects himself to with the paladins of Iomedae. He favours simple, practical clothes with little fancy embellishments and ornamentation, usually in earthen colours. A small-sized longsword is always slung across his back. Around his neck is a tough leather string where his hopeknife is nestled against his skin at all times. The hopeknife is the only piece of jewelry he wears - a finely ornamented short dagger featuring a small ruby in its hilt. Anders is a dreamer who is occasionally wrecked by self-doubt. He wants to learn to protect others from the harm that befell his family when he was but a toddler, the merchant caravan destined for Trunau annihilated by a rampaging orc tribe. Anders worries he is too small, too weak or simply not steadfast enough to stand against evil, even though Iomedae has favoured him with her blessing. This causes the small warpriest to be rather shy, although there is a growing strength of will in his spirit he has not yet realized. The unlikely young warrior is more suited to the ways of a bard, with an excellent singing voice and the ability to appreciate joy and beauty in his heart, though he is dedicated to learn all he can so he will one day be picked by Jagrin Grath to join the patrols and raids against the orcs. Iomedae's Chosen "Who wants to listen to the North Wind calling? Snow is falling, Roads are sprawling. Who wants to listen to the North Wind calling? I hear it calls for me. Who wants to listen to the West Wind blowing? Stars are glowing, Horizons knowing. Who wants to listen to the West Wind blowing? I feel it blows for me." "Now that's a nice song, little one", a female voice called out from behind Anders. The young Halfling jumped as if been caught. He expected to be alone today. Even in Trunau, Sundays are days freed of all but the most crucial work. Even the orc hordes seem to enjoy the day off, and he could see no sign of anything while staring at the horizon from the village's high plateau. "Hi Zeena", Anders replied, uncertainty swinging in his voice. What could the Iomedaen Paladin possibly want from him? Zeena was pretty in the way some of the tall folk were pretty, but she was several years his senior. Anders fiddled nervously with the adorned hopeknife hanging from a simple leather string worn as a necklace. Apparently, what she wanted was conversation. "What tongue did you sing in?", the tall, blonde woman asked him. Shuffling his feet but forcing himself to meet the pretty woman's blue eyes, Anders replied in a small voice: "That... that was my mother's language. She... used to sing something like this to me, when I was small. Smaller." He smiled weakly at the joke about his own size. Compassion spread over the Paladin's heart-shaped face. "I am so sorry. I understand she died when you were very young, yes?", Zeena asked gently. Anders nodded. They had arrived here 19 winters ago, the last trading caravan from Lastwall for the year. Ambushed by orcs while in sight of Trunau, only a few survivors made it into the village to safety, while everyone else was slain and looted. A few years later, Anders' mother also passed away, and he had been living with the innkeeper of the Ramblehouse ever since, helping out where possible and making himself useful. Anders was too young to remember what it was to have a family, but he knew he missed them greatly. "I am sorry, little one. I did not mean to open wounds", Zeena apologized herself. "I sought you out for a purpose, actually. I know you want to join the patrols." Anders perked up on that. It was true that he did. It is also true that Jagrin Grath had refused him for being too inexperienced. The few times he joined the military training to prove his mettle, the oversized training weapons made him more of a laughing stock than anything else. He might have proved something, but certainly not his mettle. Perhaps he should take up Master Larringfass on his offer to employ Anders as the Ramblehouse's local bard. "Yes, that is true", he replied cautiously. "Master Grath's words were 'If you can't hold a sword, a dagger won't do you much good when an orc grabs you', I recall." Anders sighed at the memory. It is not a bitter one, because in his heart he felt the old warrior was right. He was too small, too weak, only a burden to the more experienced warriors. Zeena smiled though. "I have a gift for you", she said conspiratorially and winked. Anders had never before seen a Paladin wink, and was taken aback when she produced a longsword from behind her back. A normal blade, on the first look, but the Halfling quickly realized the sword was smaller than the one the Paladin herself bore. "I spoke with Councilor Morninghawk and had this crafted for you. Iomedae does not judge folk by the size of their bodies", Zeena spoke solemnly and handed the blade to Anders, who took a couple of experimental swings. "Iomedae judges folk by the size of their hearts. Come with me, we will show you how to use it." The Halfling's eyes were brimming with tears of joy. He would learn how to fight. He would be able to take revenge for his slain family one day. But even more importantly, he would learn how to protect others from the same fate. Beliefs Anders believes with all his heart that joy is one of the greatest goods of the mortal races, and deserves to be celebrated and protected at all costs. Anders loves the games at Holdfast, and has won the singing contest several years in a row before earning his hopeknife and taking the Vow. Anders has taken Trunau's Vow to heart - to protect the freedom and the blood of his people. He abhors the thought of the evil and savagery of the orc tribes, and will do anything to stop his allies, companions and the townsfolk from getting hurt. He has not yet been in a situation of having to use his hopeknife for its intended purpose - taking the live of a friend or his own before it falls to orc savagery -, and while he believes himself willing to sacrifice his own life, Anders doesn't know if he is strong enough to sacrifice a friend's to spare him from suffering. Goals Anders wants to find a way to prove to himself that he is worth something. The self-doubt sits deep, the trauma half experienced as a baby still stirring in most inopportune moments. He seeks to overcome the feeling of being too weak and too small, but does not know yet how to do so. As a player, I would like to see Anders grow a tight kinship with one or two of the other characters, becoming a trusted, established team. Maybe even romance! Most games I am participating in have amazing personal growth arcs, and arcs that grow the team as such, but I am missing this friendship-building between characters. Fears Anders is afraid of failing. Not necessarily of failing on his own, but of failing others. What if he really isn't good enough? What if someone else relies on him? What if his failure could get someone else hurt? Was Jagrin right? Isn't he good enough for anything? Have the Paladins of Iomedae only taken him in out of pity? The feeling of inadequacy runs deep within Anders. He has not had a chance to prove himself, even though he makes good progress in his weapon- and armor-training at Iomedae's church. And yet there is a growing strength of spirit within the young Halfling - he simply hasn't realized it's there, yet. Anders in Trunau Anders is spending the day of training with the paladins and clergy of Iomedae. He has been with them for a year now, and has shown tenacity and some skill in divine magic and swordplay, much to the Matron's delight. In the evening, he helps out at the Ramblehouse for free lodging, occasionally singing to songs in the Common tongue to visiting guests, or in his mother's native Halfling tongue when among Cham Larringfass' clan. He still stays at the Ramblehouse, though the paladins have offered him a place in the church. While he enjoys the company of the Iomedaen clergy and considers them good people, he would miss the singing and the feeling of family. While he has been called to defend the village at a few points in his life, he has not yet been requested to join in on a counter-raid, and has not approached Jagrin Grath since then.   About Me I'm an old-school player, even though I've only active around RPGX for half a year now. It feels longer, in a good sense! I am very happy with 2 updates per week, can increase this easily to 3 updates per week and will, on occasions, be able to post 4 times a week. I'm CEsT though, which means I'll likely post and update when everyone else is asleep. Also, I'm not a native English speaker, so I'll ask to forgive the occasional odd wording or false grammar. I've gotten better at this though. I found Apocalyptica's "Hope" most fitting as a theme for Anders, because the song starts so small and then explodes into something beautiful.

Phase 2   Name Ander's Opinion Felix I saw Felix when I was helping out in the tavern. He was telling tales of dragons and monsters. I... I think he's a good person. He laughs a lot, and has a good voice, and he doesn't seem to mind who he's talking to, but why would anyone want to actively seek out a dragon? Unless, of course, it's threatening his home. I suppose stopping a dragon would make sense, then. See the dragon slayer ride / to chase after a dragon's flight. / A hero him, without a fright / who rides alone on moonlit night. Hmm. No, this needs some more refinement before I can use it for a song. I think he'd like it, though. Valerius Those eyes of his! Cold. Haunted. Cold eyes, hard eyes / Blue as ice, cold as lies / Searching for redemption true / With eyes so hard, with eyes so blue I don't think I'll ever show him this. Maybe once he left Trunau, I'll finish the song. I wonder what happened to make him so cold. Orrin I have never seen something... I'm sorry, someone like Orrin! He seems gentle and wise. I like him. I would like to talk more with him, I think he can teach me a lot. A heart of stone? Of gold, you mean / Or may be something in between? / A secret heart kept under lock / for what is gold but just a rock? I just wish I knew how to approach him without seeming rude. He looks so centered, so balanced, I... I don't want to disturb him. Barnabus Barnabus seems like a braggart. I don't know what to make of him. He's charming, but I feel his words are hollow. I cannot tell if he's genuine or just running an elaborate swindle. Share the tales and share the stories / one day you will find your glories / The giant-bloods' down on their luck / for here he comes, Lord Clutterbuck! Well, it feels unfair for me to judge a man's character so, but... I don't think I can trust him. He speaks too much, and shows too little. His tales are very inspiring though. I will certainly make something out of this. Asgeirr Asgeirr follows a strange one-eyed God, apparently. Iomedae's teachings did not mention him, but I admit we're mostly focussing on the practical applications. He seems to be jovial and a good drinker and fighter. I think he would be a good companion to have by your side, even though his God is strange and alien. Where flies the one-eyed crow? / She sees more than we'll ever know. / Where flies the one-eyed crow? / No one but the Gods will know. I should probably make this into a drinking song. I think it'll go well in the Ramblehouse. Sky When Sky came to Trunau, she was a bit scary. She still is scary, when she gets that fire in her eyes and that look on her face. I don't think she knows that she's doing it. I like her tattoos. They are very pretty. Of sun's own fire, / of spirits higher, / the dance of winds / she'll still admire. I think she sometimes screams at night, but she never talks about it. Hrotha When Hrotha joined us for sword-practice for the first time, I admit I was intimidated. I am still ashamed that I felt this way - I like her alot. I even managed to defeat her, once! That was unexpected for both of us, and we were both so surprised we shared a giggling fit. That felt good, because she is so... focussed sometimes. Everything's a competition to her. Gentle heart so fierce, so proud / With a laugh so big, so loud / Striving champion of the light / With yellow eyes aglow at night. Oh no, that won't do. I need to change that. She does not like being reminded of her eyes, and I... well, I really don't want to see her hurt. She is my friend, and I don't care about the rumours about her. Eghan I... I wonder if I should be more like Eghan. He's a storyteller and a proper bard, but he's also brave and courageous. I've once seen him take on three men in a barfight, all on his own! Can I be as brave as him? I don't know. I suppose I have to be, someday. Even if he did lose that fight, he stood up again, grinning and congratulating the others. Fists of fury, voice of gold / Teller of the tales untold / Traveller so young, so bold / Willing to face terrors old. I wonder if tales of dragons and battles are everything that is driving him. Makkari I am glad Makkari returned to Trunau! I did not expect to see him again, and certainly not as a permanent visitor! As he is found often with the city guard, and my duties take me to temple and Ramblehouse, we do not cross paths very often, but I enjoy talking with him and learning about all the places he has visited. Though with scars of night and fear, / Triumphant glory in his heart! / Hear a tiger's roaring near / Never to part. Never to part. His animal companion Osta looks fierce, but I feel there is no danger from it. It is a creature of true beauty, and I enjoy simply watching it. Sophitia Sophitia is very pretty. But she doesn't seem to like people. I know she's only here for a very short time, but I also know she already got a very generous meal from Cham Larringfass simply by smiling at him coyly. I saw her though, and the smile disappeared as soon as his back was turned. She does have a beautiful voice, and she is the most exotic human I have ever seen, but I don't think she is a very nice lady or that her intentions are good. Coldest beauty, fairest smile / Wouldst beware her wit and guile / For should you not lock heart and soul / You'll likely fall in blackest hole. I... I hope she leaves Trunau soon, for whatever she's searching for. I fear she'll bring trouble. She seems dangerous. Kyra Kyra is stunning. The way she moves is like a song, the way she fights is like a dance. I watched her square off against Hrotha in a practice match. She's incredibly fast! Perfect calm, a windless lake / Faster than a coiled snake / Perfect poise, unique snowflake / Never speaks a lie awake. She... she always seems so confident. I hope she'll find her brother. Sittania Oh! Sittania is really beautiful. And pretty. There's a difference. I... um... I mean... well, she would be even prettier if she smiled more often. Or at all, really. But she's really beautiful even without smiling. Forest eyes and gold-kissed hair / She's beautiful, the maiden fair / And though her mouth no smile does share / I'd follow her to anywhere. I... um... no, I am not going to share this with anyone. I do wonder what... what will make her smile, though? A life without joy in a heart seems such a wasted life, for what else is there worth fighting for? I wonder... I wonder if she likes flowers.

[ItsaVerb]

Holy smokes!

Jarl, I'd say your ad is a smashing success. Nice job!!

[FoggyKnight]

Hey Vex, if I read the book right, there's a bunch of halflings in the halfling-owned Rumblehouse.

[Vex]

Originally Posted by FoggyKnight

Hey Vex, if I read the book right, there's a bunch of halflings in the halfling-owned Rumblehouse.

Bleh, you're right, I only skimmed that pdf. Thanks for pointing it out!


Guess Anders will become a Gnome then. Behold and beware!

[FoggyKnight]

Why change? Halflings could have encouraged him to pursue his paladin dreams...? Everything else in your application can apply for any race, so why not stay halfling? There's only two others in the applications.

If it wasn't for the fact that I couldn't picture halflings doing what Arran's family did to him, he'd be one too.

[sertaki]

updated my Aplication, mostly secret stuff
Will propably add a little more yet.

[Sassafrass]

The Sun of the Red Sky is now complete. I invite any thoughts about my fair Shoanti

[Klar Slasher]

Indranna Name: Indranna Flamekissed Race: Peri-Blooded Aasimar Region: Mindspin Mountains Alignment: Neutral Good Class: Wizard - Fire specialist Campaign Trait: Vexing Defender Trait: Pyromancer Flaw: Gullible   Indranna is a small woman with bright flaming red hair with orange and yellow highlights. Her trim figure is curvy underneath her flowing robes that are slit along the legs allowing for freedom of movement. Her lustrous bronze skin shines under the light framing her sparkling golden eyes that seem to bore into your soul delving you darkest secrets.   Indranna is a gregarious person who is oddly afflicted with moments of shyness, especially after she finds out that she has again been duped because of her eternal gullibility. She likes people and is adventurous in most aspects of her life. Her profession as the town scribe causes her to travel from time to time and she loves it. She does get into occasional trouble by going out of her way to help people she sees in need of help, which has gotten her into hot water more than once.   Belief 1 Indranna believes that all people should be able to live their lives without the fear of death or loss from the ravages of evil creatures. Belief 2 Indranna also believes that most creatures are inherently good and just want to make a good life for themselves and their families.   Goal 1 (Player): Indranna wants to see all evil creatures permanently banished to the nether realms where they can't harm any good person ever again. Goal 2 (Character): Indranna loves her life. Being able to stay home and do her studies and being able to travel to see new places and people all combine to enrich her life. She does however yearn to be a bigger part of the forces of good as they take the fight back to the evil that so prevails in this world.   Fear 1: Indranna knows that she is capable of great things, but her fear of failure and of letting good people down stays her from truly joining most serious fights against the forces of evil. Fear 2: Indranna sees perfectly in the dark, but one day while in her basement an earthquake caused the ground to rumble knocking over a bookcase that blocked the door. The basement is not large and the confining nature of being stuck underground in such a small space has developed a great claustrophobia and fear of being buried alive.   Indranna was born of flame and fiery passion to a dark skinned human druid and a Peri that had been working together for a long time after some Divs had attacked and razed a village not far from her father's grove. Indranna's mother stayed with her father for a while, but soon was off to continue her eternal fight against the hated Divs. Her father loved and cared for Indranna teaching her the best he could, when it became apparent that he did not know near enough to contain his daughter's limitless curiousity he made arrangements for her to get formal schooling first in Vigil and ultimately in Absalom. Indranna grew to maturity and graduated from her schooling and moved back home with her father. Life was good for Indranna helping her father tending his grove and occasionally fighting off poachers or goblins, until the day came that brought about the orc horde. They came through marching to somewhere else but stopped long enough to raze her father's grove and attack the small nearby village. Her father died in the battle trying to help the villagers escape the orc horde. After her father's death, Indranna wished nothing more than to make the orc's pay. Her vengeance was almost the end of her. Using her natural gifts of fire magic, Indranna set ablaze a whole camp of the orcs only to almost be killed by an outriding patrol coming back to investigate the smoke. Managing to escape with her life, she traveled back to Vigil to talk to the wizard's guild there for advise. During her time in Vigil, she joined the Wizards guild and trained some more. Her time there was not all bad though, her vengeance still burned in her soul but it was tempered by a monk there who counseled her on the drawbacks of working off of vengeance alone. Fearing that she may have been losing herself to her need for vengeance and sacrificing her father's memory on that alter of fear, Indranna traveled the land selling her scribing services for passage. During her travels, she learned that the best way to honor her father's memory was by doing good and helping others. One caravan brought her to Trunau and here see fell in love with the people and the land. Deciding to settle here and do what she could to help the people of this area has become her mission in life. The way her father had his grove that he tended, she has her village that she helps to the best of her ability.   Indranna lives in Trunau now for the last 15 years or so. She is the town scribe (or one of them). She came to Trunau after her fathers death that caused her to be on her own. Coming to Trunau on a merchant caravan that she was using for travel while she penned some documents for the caravan master, she found that she like the place and settled here after the caravan left.   Posting Rate: I am on daily. I can realistically post 5+ times a week.

[JonnyGulliver]

Originally Posted by ItsaVerb

Holy smokes!

Jarl, I'd say your ad is a smashing success. Nice job!!

Indeed. A Giant Success.

(How have we not broken into puns by now?)

[Ziether]

Originally Posted by JonnyGulliver

Indeed. A Giant Success.

(How have we not broken into puns by now?)

Booooo