[PF-1e] Parsantium - City at the Crossroads

[Preacherwolf]

Game Name Parsantium - City at the Crossroads

Game System Pathfinder

Theme An evil campaign about dooming an entire city

Flavour Intrigue, Combat-Lite, Player Driven

Plot Summary Name Parsantium - City at the Crossroads Game Summary An evil campaign in which the players will attempt to bring down an entire city. Aiming for a combat lite, intrigue filled, player driven campaign. Leaning more towards sandbox style rather than railroading you to your objectives. Dungeon Master Preacherwolf – I've been an eternal tabletop DM for about ten years, mostly playing D&D 3.5, D&D 5E and Pathfinder, but this will be my first time running a play-by-post game. Game Details and Expectations We'll be using Pathfinder 1E and Parsantium - City at the Crossroads source book. Although I am more than willing to chop and change things if the players want to add or remove things. In terms of what will be allowed for characters, you can pick almost any race or class that isn't third party, but please be aware the anything goblinoid is going to face severe push back from the local populace. This includes occult classes and the gunslinger, although only early firearms will be available for the game and I can't promise that they'll be a lot of encounters from the occult rule books. We'll also be including the elephant in the room feat tax house rules. I'd expect players to post at least once a week. There will be a DM post at least that often as well, maybe up to twice a week when appropriate. I would also like heavy player input into the direction the game takes. While I have a plan as to how I'd completely subvert a city, I want my players to insert their own methods, ideas and flavor to the plan and campaign as a whole. I don't expect this to be combat heavy but also that really comes down to the players. Actions have consequences and you play stupid games, you win stupid prizes and all that. If the players want to fight, who am I to say no after all. Description You've all been called together from different walks and stations of life by way of a scroll that appeared one night. On the scrolls was written the following in a fine dark red flowing script: The Free City of Parsantium must fall. The ruling family, the Triumvirate and the Tribunes must be either removed or otherwise compromised so as to be ineffectual or incapable of ruling. You have been selected for this task at the behest of your sponsor. If you aren't up to the task, say so now and that will be that, we will inform your sponsor of the decision and leave you be. But, should you accept and once you're in the city we would consider you under contract and in our employ and will expect nothing less than success. If you wish to be part of this undertaking, please present yourself in a months time to The Lanced Hog Inn, twelve miles south of Parsantium. The scroll offered a near impossible challenge. Corrupt and break a city? Was such a feat even possible? Whoever sent it had high expectations and you had better not disappoint. Background The Free City of Parsantium has stood for 1500 years. Its a bastion of purity and a symbol of prosperity of the region. Once under the thumb of a cruel tyrant, a people's revolution saw to it that tyranny and oppression never menaced the city again. Despite a brief occupation by Hobgoblins just over one hundred and fifty years ago, the city has held up to that vow and refused steadfast to fall back into the ways of tyranny and evil. The City is ruled by the Basileus (Sovereign) Corandias XVIII The Lion-Blooded and his wife Thecia. Below them are the Triumvirate (The Perfect, The Royal Exchequer and The Strategos) and below them the Tribunes who each run one of the three city quarters. These nobles govern almost every aspect of life in Parsantium and while there are whispers of discontent and political scheming within the noble houses and royals, the people of Parsantium can rest easy as they know that these people will do anything to protect the city and its way of life.   Characters - Players will be starting at level 8 with the normal starting gear plus 33,000gp with which to by magic items and other gear. - Players can be any Paizo race up to a maximum of RP 15, but be warned if you are a race that is completely out of the ordinary or goblinoid the locals will treat you with hesitation, disdain or out right hostility - Players can have up to two traits, but no flaws or drawbacks - Players can be any Paizo class or archetype. This includes Core, Base, Hybrid, Alternate, Occult, Prestige and Unchained. Players cannot have more than two classes plus one prestige class, and players cannot have more than one archetype per class - The technology level for guns is emerging, with only early firearms available - Anything else third party/Non-paizo is not allowed, but otherwise I'll accept pretty much anything so long as you have a good story/idea behind it. - Alignment: This is going to be an evil campaign, so while I'd expect evil alignments, I won't lock you into it. But if you have a good alignment, I'd like a good explanation as to why you're actually here - We'll be using the 30 point buy method of stat generation, with a maximum point buy of 18 before racial modifiers - We'll be using the elephant in the room feat tax house rules Application Name: Self-Explanatory Race: Maximum RP of 15 Age: Don't forget to take into account age modifiers here Alignment: Any alignment is fine, but good characters will need some justification Traits: Description: What does your character look like, a picture would be much appreciated Background: Where did your character come from? What do they do? Give me an idea as to what your character's life is all about and where they've come from before now Your Sponsor: Please tell me this in secret. Who sponsored you for this job? Why were you sponsored? What makes them think you're worthy of this undertaking? And whats the penalty for failure? The Plan: In secret or not, tell me your initial plan for bringing down this city. It can be as grand or as simple as you like. But how are you going to break the Free City of Parsantium? The Line: You're evil and are undertaking a great evil plan but is there a line you won't cross? Some act that will stop you in your tracks and cause you to go home and rethink your life? Tell me in secret if and what that line is. What do you, the player, want: Again, in secret or not, what do you the player want out of this game? Deadline I'm looking to have between six to eight players by January 25th Australian Eastern Standard Time, depending on interest. I'm not too fussed on party composition or exact numbers, I'd rather have five players with great stories than a eight player perfectly rounded team

Current Applications Player Character Status Arjuna332 Cecil Livicius Complete Seekr34 Drake Tomb Complete TheYell Kaven Tengs Complete ricktur63 Azasael WIP Grouchy Jelani Complete LeoByron Aamon Gauth WIP Noquarter19 Lady Gwyneth Complete Admin Dirk ??? WIP Xildur Gerald Laro Complete dr kekyll Byron Gladwell WIP Clawsome Barakas Urzog WIP

[Arjuna332]

I'm interested in joining. Will come up with an application soon.

[Arjuna332]

Fallen Hero Name: Cecil Livicius Race: Silver-Tongued alternate racial trait. This racial trait replaces skilled. Gains a +2 bonus on Diplomacy and Bluff checks. In addition, when they use Diplomacy to shift a creature’s attitude, they can shift up to three steps up rather than just two.Human Age: 28 Class: Tyrant archetypeAntipaladin Alignment: Lawful Evil Traits: You gain a +1 trait bonus on Intimidate checks, and Intimidate is always a class skill for you.Bully You gain a +1 trait bonus on Bluff or Intimidate checks and one of these skills (your choice) is a class skill for you.Convincing Liar Description: Standing at 6'1", Cecil is a tall man. His pale skin and white hair are deeply contrasted by the color of his armor, which is black. He often presents a disinterested expression on his face, that expression belies a calculating, devious mind. As a former paladin of Themicia, he seems to have kept his martial prowess from his time as a holy warrior, which can be clearly seen by the way he presents himself. But, when he has to, he is capable of presenting a mask of geniality to others, which is something that he learned back then as the paladin of Themicia. Background: Cecil belongs to a very minor noble family in Parsantium, House Livicius. Like many nobles, he received proper education befitting his station, but his family soon fell from grace as his father was found to be a diabolist who secretly worshipped the devil and the lord of hell himself, Malephar. Being a very minor noble family, House Livicius couldn't maintain a good standing among other noble families, unlike the infamous House Tzittas, one of the major noble families in Parsantium that still remained a family with good standing despite them being devil-worshippers as well. Cecil became a subject of mockery as a result. Even so, Cecil persevered, hoping to one day redeem his family's name. His father died soon after, and with that, Cecil became the head of House Livicius. He even joined the Platinum Knights of Themicia, becoming a paladin with good standing. Even so, he was aware of people talking behind his back, calling him the son of diabolist. For years, Cecil tried to endure the mockery, hoping to harden his resolve in the face of adversity. But as the mockeries continued, his mind began to wander as darkness started growing inside his heart. Despite his accomplishment as the champion of good and justice, he simply couldn't help himself but wonder about what was it that made Malephar so enticing. One day, Cecil heard some whispers as he was minding his own business. At first, he tried to ignore those whispers, but soon enough, he was unable to resist them, and he started listening to those whispers. The whispers urged him to embrace the notoriety that his family had garnered, telling him that the teachings of Themicia didn't bring him peace, nor that it could restore House Livicius' reputation. From there, he began learning about Malephar secretly, and due to the growing bitterness in his heart, he started to slip. His attitude began to change, and soon enough, he found himself falling from grace and was disgracefully discharged from the Platinum Knights of Themicia. But at that point, Cecil's heart was already filled with darkness, and he sought to use this fall from grace as his opportunity to restore his family's reputation. The growing darkness within him also made him greedy. Not only that he desired to restore his family's reputation, he also wished to have Parsantium all for himself. He wished to reshape and remake the Free City to his liking, even hoping to become the Basileus who would rule Parsantium with iron fist and tyranny. He even wished to make the worship of Malephar as the state religion of Parsantium. But for the time being, he would bid his time, keeping his transition into darkness a secret, waiting for the right opportunity to make his move. Sure enough, he received a scroll, telling him that it was about time for Parsantium to fall. Thinking of this as his opportunity, he made his decision, and he was determined that Parsantium would be his to rule. Your Sponsor: Cecil has his own sponsor. The Plan: Why use a sword if a dagger will do? Cecil plans to take over Parsantium through subterfuge and intrigue. His primary objective is to take out the ruling family, the Triumvirate and the Tribunes. All methods are acceptable, from diplomacy to outright violence. Cecil wishes to rule Parsantium after removing all obstacles that stand in his way, and he is willing to do anything to achieve such goal. The Line: Being Lawful Evil, there is a certain line that Cecil won't cross.

[Noquarter19]

I got some major Count of Monte Cristo vibes from this ad, and it made me want to push the social aspect of my character to 11 (which I consider positive growth for me since I didn't go with my original plan of the sorcerer who topples the town with nothing but arson). Anyway, this is my placeholder post for my changeling mesmerist, which I will try to have up in the next few days.

Application Name: Lady Gwyneth Ralston-Mueller-van der Wahl Race: Hag Magic alternate racial traitChangeling (Green Hag ancestry) Age: Middle Age47 Alignment: Neutral Evil Traits: You have often seen lawbreakers go free when they demonstrate they have friends in high places, and so you put special effort into befriending powerful people yourself. Whenever you are in an area in which you have used the Diplomacy skill to gather information, you gain a +1 trait bonus on Diplomacy and Intimidate checks. This bonus increases to +2 when dealing with government officials.Friends in High Places, Blessed with good looks, you’ve come to depend on the fact that others find you attractive. You gain a +1 trait bonus when you use Bluff or Diplomacy on a character that is (or could be) sexually attracted to you, and a +1 trait bonus to the save DC of any language-dependent spell you cast on such characters or creatures.Charming Description: Picture a face. Picture the eyes, the hair, the cheekbones, the smile, the skin. Open your eyes. Do you see the face you just saw? No. Where once was an elderly woman, or a fair maiden, or a heavyset washerwoman with mousy locks and tired eyes is now someone entirely different. Close your eyes again. Who will you see next? Lady Gwyneth Ralston-Mueller-van der Wahl is a changeling, but aside from having one green eye and one hazel, she could be anyone. Born to a human father she never met, Gwyneth has only recently reconnected with her hag mother, the green hag Lyzet. The reunion was... complicated, coming as it did in the dead of night, but it confirmed something she had begun to suspect years before. With time and patience, and a fair amount of blood, Gwyneth has become skilled at disguising herself into nearly anyone. When she is at rest, she resembles a middle aged-woman, a dark haired, pale skinned beauty. So beautiful. And when she turns her eyes on you, when she looks you right in the face, you find her... most captivating. You find your will to resist her beauty just drifting away. And you know in your heart of hearts that, even though you just met, even though she is just another stranger, you know you'll do whatever she asks. After all, when you look into her eyes, you just know... she's the one. Background: "Tell me, darling, how do I look? No, you're not looking. Look at me. Aren't I beautiful? Tell me I'm beautiful, and that you'll do everything for me." Lady Gwyneth, as she likes to introduce herself, is a middle-aged woman with a spotty past. Orphaned at an early age, Gwyneth was shy as a girl, shy but pretty. The other children in the orphanage made fun of her for her multicolored eyes, but they weren't laughing so much when she was adopted by a wealthy noble family while they remained behind. Gwyneth never found out why her adoptive parents came to pick her that day, and when she asked them later, they both got faraway expressions on their faces, as though they could not remember ever deciding to adopt her. She later suspected her mother had compelled the two into adopting her and caring for her specifically, and she recognized it as a sign that her mother cared for her. On the other hand, she had been given up - abandoned - and for that, she will always hate her mother. Her upbringing was less than pleasant. For all of the wealth her noble adoptive parents had, all of their social status, their feelings towards young Gwyneth went only skin deep. She was presented as their daughter, and was taught how to be a proper noble girl. Etiquette was drilled into her. She was forced to dress in increasingly expensive and uncomfortable garments for social functions, enough so that she grew to hate whenever her family was entertaining other wealthy nobles. She began to prefer how she was treated when it was just her and her adoptive parents, when they turned hateful and treated her like a slave, forcing her to clean their stately home long into the night. She was fed meager rations so as to keep her thin and attractive, and so she began to hate her beauty. And then, she flowered in her fourteenth year, and everything began to change. Her body, skinny and awkward, began to take the form of a beautiful woman, with an ample bosom and shimmering dark hair, pale skin and pouty red lips, and eyes which, although multicolored, were entrancing. Gwyneth began to find that her eyes could draw the attention of anyone. Man or woman, old or young, rich or poor, her gaze could fall on them all, and she held them rapt. Even her parents. And with that, her days of being a slave to them came to an end. Suddenly, she was the highlight of their social gatherings, and men and women both found themselves coming back again saying they couldn't get the young woman out of their heads. Her parents, who had been mesmerized more than once, began to fear for themselves, and cast her out. In response, she used her wiles to charm a violent thug to stage a break-in at her home and, once there, she forced him to bludgeon her adoptive parents to death while they slept. As he stood there numbly, blood dripping from a length of pipe, it was easy enough to shove a letter-opener into the back of his neck. And from there, it was simply a matter of summoning a town constable and showing him the body of the man who had killed her parents in cold blood. From there, her position in life was secured. She had a stately home, jewels aplenty, and many suitors who fell on their hands and knees to please her. She was thrice married, and thrice divorced, according to what she would tell people - "once for love, once for lust, and one for the money," as she is fond of saying. She gave herself a title as fake as her marriages, and enjoyed stirring up gossip, or more often, fabricating it out of thin air. And who was to say where these stories came from - after all, most of the people she told her lies to never remembered her telling them in the first place, and in turn, became the source of gossip themselves. And then her mother - her real mother - came back into her life. And everything changed. Your Sponsor: The Plan: Gwyneth plans to use her skills in diplomacy and deception, with more than a hint of seduction and eroticism, to literally and figuratively bring the leaders of the city to their knees. The Line: What do you, the player, want: I just want to get into fun situations which rely on using the social skills of the game. I've never built a purely social character before, so I'm really curious to see how this will play out, should I be accepted. Character Sheet, very much in progress

[Seekr34]

Name: Drake Tomb
Race: Dhampir
Classes: 4th level Rogue Unchained/4th level Shadowdancer
Age: 115
Alignment: LE
Traits: Couragous +2 vs Fear & Spirit Sense +2 Perception to avoid surprised and detect invisible or incorporeal creatures.
Physical Description: He stands at six feet even, jet black hair just past his shoulders, at times he may have it in ponytail. He has dark brown eyes, his skin has a dark complexion, almost an exotic look to him. Medium build, athletic. Dressed in all black, with a chain like shirt & vest and matching black pants designed for simplicity and mobility. High boots. Bow at his back and a sword sheathed at his left hip. A dagger sheathed at each thigh and at each side.

Personality: He carries himself well with confidence, gets along well with others just fine, although he has trouble trusting them. Seems many are friendly for a price. He doesn't get overly excited, staying calm through most situations. An even-tempered man, although on occasion, he must fight for control, with so many people see him as evil as treat him as such once they found what he is, he fights against his rage, knowing that to give in to it, the people win. He hates losing with a passion. He didn't ask to be born a dhampir, but here he is.

 

She woke up in cold sweat, although she felt warm. Her window was open again and she looked under the sheet, she was naked again. She couldn't understand what was going on. Rachel was afraid to tell anyone, she heard the stories. Women being seduced during the night in their dreams. She got up, shut the window and looked into the mirror and found couple of small cuts on her neck. Now she was terrified, she heard of vampires but who would she know that could be one? Her parents gone, the only one she could trust, was her professor. The next day after class, she approached him.
"Professor, I think I am in trouble." she says as she lightly bit her lip.
He turned to her from his books. "Nonsense, you will do well on the test, you have the potential to be the best scholar of the class." he smiled.
"Nnn no,nothing about class, it's..."
"Well my dear, spit it out." he smiled at her, putting her at ease, making her feel warm and fuzzy each time he smiled at her.
"It's this." she took off her scarf and showed him her neck.
He stood up and looked at the neck and his eyes on hers. "I see..." his hand roamed to her belly and slowly moving up. Any other time, she would refuse the advances, but she was memorized by him, so charming and so nice to her. She felt his hand softly cupping her breast and find herself kissing him passionately....

Rachel woke up middle of the night, a bit sweating but warm feeling but very tired as well. She noticed her window was open again, as well as being naked under the sheets. Scared and confused, she doesn't sleep in the nude and always has her window closed but been 5 weeks now. She gotten up to close it and walked by her mirror. She noticed her neck's cuts, they looked fresh. Strange, she put on her nightgown and seemed a bit tight. She went back to the mirror and stared open mouthed in shock. Her belly had swelled. How she thought? She hasn't been with anyone. She was really frighten now. She told her professor, scared and not wanting others to know because she had no answer. Once again, with a charming smile, he put her at ease, talked her into staying with him, he would tutor her at his mansion and his servants would wait on her while he was out during the day. Her belly swelled with the coming months and during her eighth month, Professor Warrick had an emergency and had to leave town for a few weeks.
A month later she gave birth to a healthy boy, but there was a problem, he was always crying as if bothered with something. But once it was dark, he was fine as can be. The child was examined and they asked Rachel all kinds of questions and for the majority of them, she didn't have an answer. She wanted her baby and go home but they took the child for studies and kept Rachel in a guarded room. When the Professor came back, he appeared in her room and brought her home.

"What's going on, where's my baby? They say he has vampire blood, isn't that crazy?"
"Hmm, not really my lovely Rachel. It's rare, but it does happen on occasion." he smiles as he leads her into the house.
"What? but, but how can it be real?" she looked to him for guidance and answers. She felt concerned about him always but yet, felt safe with him. Just weird mixed feelings.
"Because my dear, I am the father and you and I will live forever as lovers. Do not worry about the child." He turned around to face her with a smile, his teeth pointed and sharp. She screamed as he bit into her and she fell into a pleasant dream...

Growing up, he never knew his parents. All he knew was that some young lady looking like a noble claiming to be his aunt, came and got him but a week later, brought him back. He became an orphan, although he was adopted, he was soon given up, then another couple adopted him, then found what he was. was quickly given him up as well, back to the street, when word spread what he was, no other family came to him, he was not wanted. If that wasn't bad enough, he had trouble making friends as well. For a child, that's rough as it can get. Unable to fully play outdoors on a bright and sunny day with the other children because of his eyes being sensitive to light, he had to either wear a hat, hood or just stay in the shade and watch the others play. His face exposed in the sun alone kept others away, shunning him, while others bullied him. He was living on the street like a common urchin. As he gotten older, he found he was much more agile than the others and on occasion, his ability frighten others. He did wind up with one friend, someone he could actually call a friend and could rely on. Ghuan was an half-drow and he had his own similar troubles with the community. The two of them became best friends and the two of them protected each other, becoming blood brothers. They both helped each other find each other true identity, though Ghuan's history was easier to reveal. Drake finally found what he was later on and that gave Drake another question about his mother, not knowing if she was dead or alive, now he wonders if she gave him up because of what he was? The two managed to get invited to the Beggers Guild and two of them tackled the prejudice together, understanding the fear others may have but since they don't have the full abilities of their tainted blood and pose no real threat, why did the people continue to treat them as outcast?

The two grew up to adulthood in the big city, with the two of them becoming quite a force, with Ghuan's drow blood resisting charm and sleep spells and Drake's vampire half resisting mind effects from enemies, they were a force to be dealt with. Having trouble entering their minds, they had to face the duo up close. Their reputation spreading, The Guile's Fingers of the Thieves Guild came a calling, accepting both of them and both of them enhanced their abilities, learning more skills to better themselves, thriving. Both learned a lot at the guild, besides the art of thievery, they learned how to strike and when to strike, they also learned to fight, though not warriors, even thieves need to know how to defend themselves. As their skills grows, they had still had their troubles. Their skills and abilities, surpassing their peers has added jealously besides bullying and being shunned. Their teacher Larald though thought differently. He saw the two young men as exceptional thieves that could only make the guild more powerful. He has been around for a long time, he knows the two mix breeds had no real power of their evil blood and enjoyed teaching the two.

They learned about the Cult of the Burning Fist and excepted both as they are, treating them as equals. Both of them were moving up the ranks quickly, becoming respected among their peers, both becoming great burglars, moving up in the ranks fairly quickly. The both became Masters, things were going so well for them that they wondered when their luck would run out. A few years later, it came. Drow had appeared, making deals with both Grand Masters of both the Thieves Guild and the Assassin Guild. Drake and Ghuan still had a few enemies and both were always on the alert. It was those same enemies that made a deal with the drow. The two were given the task of finding a small box in the warehouse that were heavily guarded. They took four men with them and set off on the mission, once they arrived at witching hour, Drake took two with him to the back, while Ghuan took two and went to the front. Each only managed to reach the second room in when the four men suddenly disappeared. Quickly crouching, scanning the area with his darkvision, he saw movements, then he was attacked. It was hard fought and he was losing when he heard rats and Drake quickly communicated with them and after quickly making a deal, the rats came and came in droves. They were much more than the dhampir had expected and the rats attacked the drows. Drake quickly escaped and searched for Ghuan. It was a good thing he went stealth, because there were other drows and they didn't notice the him as they went by, hearing their comrades shouting. Once alone, the dhampir rogue had found his half drow comrade, his best friend. It was ugly sight, Ghuan was sprawled on the ground, body slashed, and his throat cut. Taking a couple of personal items from Ghuan, he went into hiding. He heard the drow were working with the two guilds and guessed they were sent after Ghuan and himself by their jealous enemies. For the first time since he was a toddler, he wept, Ghuan was like a true brother and now he was gone. He wanted revenge, but Holken, the Guild Master asked him not to pursue, the drows were out of their league, at least for now. After a few days, he finally realized that it wasn't worth going after his fellow rogues. It was time to leave and with a heavy heart, Drake left the city. He thought about his father, if he ever met him, he had to die. But how would he know which vampire sired him? Yet, it didn't really matter, they all needed to die anyway, including the drows. He vowed revenge and one day, he will avenge Ghuan, but right now? Perhaps he'll start a new life. He shrugged and pulled up his hood as the sun was nearing its peak on this bright, sunny if not bit hard on the eyes day...

He had come across another city, established himself and joined the guild. He didn't reveal his race to be safe. During one mission, he paired with a human, named Raek. There was one man, a human, he was amazing, he would be there one minute, then gone the next. He worked with him one time and the man seem to travel to the shadows and just blew Drake away. Everyone had called the man Shadow because of what he can do. Drake tried to get the man’s secret, but he wouldn’t tell. It was a week later, coming out of the inn, Shadow was ambushed, and Drake happened to be nearby and went to help. There were three of them and after one of them fell, the other two decided to take off, now that the odds were even. In return for Drake's help, the Dhampir wouldn’t accept anything but the secret. So Shadow showed him the art of being a shadowdancer.

A few months later, during the late evening, he heard a scream, he moved quickly toward the scream and saw a woman trapped in an ally with two men. He recognized the woman from the brothel, and he jumped in. The two men turned, and Drake hissed at them, showing his incisors. The men then turned pale and quickly ran away as fast as they can go, yelling “Vampire!!” His incisors disappeared just as fast as he turned to the woman to see if she was ok, but the woman looked scared out of her wits and fainted. He realized she saw his teeth and he sighed,
He left town and the next morning, he came upon another traveler. The other man quickly attacked him and Drake quickly cut him down. Looking at the dead man, wondering why he attacked. He blinked, he knew the man, he was one of the men who had set him and Ghuan up. He searched the pockets, saw a note. More memories came back to him and his fists balled. They haven’t changed, if anything, they gotten worse. He knew where he had to go.

Roleplay: Five men were sitting in a room in the Thieves Guild, discussing a certain individual and what to do about him.
“He killed Ty, he knew he worked for us, I don’t know how, but he did.” The first man spoke.

“Damn right he did, he is not going to forget us, it be only a matter of time before he decides to come after us.” The second man chimed in.
“Hah, let him, he’s only one man.” The Third man exclaimed.

“Don’t be a fool, have you heard about him? His reputation? He’s grown in skill, he’s become a powerful man. I sent some assassins after him months ago and never heard back of any updates except from the Assassin Guild, who themselves haven’t heard back and assumes they are now dead.” The fourth man replied, looking at the third man like he was an idiot.

"Well, it was a bloody mess, but at least half-drow is dead and we gotten rid that human vampire. Never liked those two, creepy. We still have to deal with the drows, but we'll get through it."

The 2nd man nodded. "Aye, they still only come up at night, both Guilds has men at watch, so they won't try anything. Not sure why we have to deal with them in the first place, they can't be trusted, worse that the half-drow bastard."

A 4th man entered the room during the conversation. "Wouldn't worry about the drows, they're leaving. For good too I think."

The other two men turned to him with shocked look and the first man spoke. "Seriously? What happened? Drows don't back down from nothing. So what got them to leave?"

The 4th man let out a deep sigh. "That brings us to another problem. Vampires. Two of the drows are dead, one claimed it was from a ripper."
The 2nd man looked confused. "What's a ripper?"

"A ripper is a vampire that can't control himself, goes into a frenzy. Worse type of vampire."

The other two just stared at him. "Bloody hells, you think that Drake brought his vampire friends?"

"I don't know, where Harrel and Kory? They should have been here by now."
Then a knock came at the door, the first man got up and went to the door. "Finally, maybe it’s them. Who is it?"

"A message!"

Bit steamed, figuring the other two wasn't going to make the meeting, he opened the door. "What's the message?" His eyes then went wide when he saw the messenger. "Drake!!"

Drake stood there with a cold dead smile. "Message is, your turn to die." he said with a calm even but gravel voice.

The other two stood up as they heard a sound of a blade swoosh and their friend's head flew at them. They screamed out as Jett dove after them. There was a ruckus and sounded like a tornado was inside the room. Then a sound of a window breaking. A few minutes later, the door burst open and the other guild members entered the room to find the 4 men, dead and decapitated and a breeze was coming in from the broken window..

Your Sponsor: Please tell me this in secret. Who sponsored you for this job? Why were you sponsored? What makes them think you're worthy of this undertaking? And whats the penalty for failure? (posted in secret)

The Plan: In secret or not, tell me your initial plan for bringing down this city. It can be as grand or as simple as you like. But how are you going to break the Free City of Parsantium? Will have to study the city and people to get an idea for the best plan of strategy.

The Line: You're evil and are undertaking a great evil plan but is there a line you won't cross? Some act that will stop you in your tracks and cause you to go home and rethink your life? Tell me in secret if and what that line is. (posted in secret)

What do you, the player, want: Again, in secret or not, what do you the player want out of this game? As a player, just fun of gaming with others.

[Seekr34]

[TheYell]

Name: Kaven Tengs

Race: Human

Age: 55

Class: Crossblooded Sorcerer (Psychic / Rakshasa)

Alignment: Neutral Evil

Traits: Ascendant Recollection, Wicked Leader

Description: 5’ 5” 123 lbs, grey eyes with short peppery beard and hair. Keleshite. Dresses like a courtier of Henry VIII in black wool floppy beret and gown and breeches. Carries a dagger openly at all times. Expressive face with constantly shifting moods, except when he plays. Wears opals-in-gold jewelry for luck. Has crossed daggers tattooed over each thumb.
Speaks in a lisping nasal baritone like Humphrey Bogart.

Background:
Kaven Tengs is an elderly Keleshite of Golarion. Although a pirate in his early life, for decades he has been a successful upper-class gambler in the Aqhrani Caliphate.
In the early years of his career on the Corsair Seas, his pirate ship captured a nobleman’s yacht, Kaven saw to it that a young noble soldier was spared gang rape. Kaven Tengs has no use for rape.

While the soldier’s ransom was being negotiated, he became quite friendly with Kaven Tengs, and taught him to play many tabletop games to pass the time.

The soldier was ransomed, and returned with a taskforce that destroyed the pirate ship. All but Kaven Tengs were put to death. His life was spared by his friend, who put him ashore miles from civilization, and warned him to find a new life.

Kaven Tengs obeyed the warning, becoming a simple sailor who became known for his skill at playing games. He played them to a wider crowd, and eventually drew the attention of wealthy sportsmen and nobles. Kaven, although an inferior, found a welcome place among them. Yet he never forgot his more ruthless and desperate origins.

Kevan Tengs speaks six languages and owns a dhow, Dark Heart of Osirion, berthed at the Old Docks, and has rented a two-courtyard house in Tiangao Town in the Temple Ward of Parsantium. He bears no arms but a long quartz-headed dagger. At first glance he wears rich courtier’s clothes: a black wool gown, a floppy black wool beret, black wool breeches, a cloak, opals-in-gold jewelry, and a gold pocket watch. Expert inspection would reveal several magical items.

Kaven Tengs is fashionably indifferent to human suffering. He has always had the power to shape magic with his thoughts, and enjoys abusing his powers to take advantage of others. Yet he is fond of children and has never yet directly hurt a child.

Kaven Tengs retains his lifelong devotion to the Cult of the Devourer, the sharklike god of the corsairs he came from. Although he has learned self-discipline and restraint of his passions, he still looks to satiate the Devourer with human blood sacrifices.

A subtle, ruthless, suave intriguer, Kaven Tengs has heeded the call of his sponsors to topple the government of Parsantium.

The Plan: Games! Tengs has a great many games of skill to play for a price. He will ensnare the elite gamblers of Parsantium in a web of debts and intrigues.

Character Sheet


I am sorry for being such a newb and failing to post an image link below. I cannot view the edit button anymore to delete all that, if someone could r"eport the post to a Mod?

[ricktur63]

Posting interest!

Application WIP Name: Azasael Race: Shabti (13 RP) Age: Immortal Alignment: NE Traits: TBD Description:   Background: Where did Azasael come from? He was at the beginning an angelic being who served a deity whom he prefers to leave unnamed. We'll just say that the two eventually had a falling out. He was cast out of the heavenly planes and told never to return. Azasael has said on numerous occasions over the millennia that he trusted a god once but 'never again'. The man believes that the unnamed god cursed him to live an untold number of lives. He has lived and endured and watched everyone he has ever come to care about grow old and die. After the first hundred or five-hundred lifetimes he has grown quite jaded or even misanthropical. He's lived lives on numerous worlds with different stars and different races and different gods. He'll usually spend a few hundred years on each world before waking to find himself on a new plane of existence. What does Azasael do? He knows things. He uses a shortbow, whip and a longsword when he needs to fight. Sometimes he uses magic but mostly he uses his knowledge, intuition and glibness to get out of sticky situations. He likes a good drink and a fine cigar now and again as well as the company and conversation of a lovely lady. He doesn't mind a game of chance from time to time if he can find an honest gamming hall. They're like a frogs hair... tough to find. Your Sponsor: Please tell me this in secret. Who sponsored you for this job? Why were you sponsored? What makes them think you're worthy of this undertaking? And what's the penalty for failure? The Plan: In secret or not, tell me your initial plan for bringing down this city. It can be as grand or as simple as you like. But how are you going to break the Free City of Parsantium? The Line: You're evil and are undertaking a great evil plan but is there a line you won't cross? Some act that will stop you in your tracks and cause you to go home and rethink your life? Tell me in secret if and what that line is. What do you, the player, want: Again, in secret or not, what do you the player want out of this game?

[Arjuna332]

I dunno what the hell happened, but you should scroll to the side and press the edit button. Then, you can delete this post.

[TheYell]

It was bigger than my browser would support, it wasn't displaying the Edit button no matter how I minimized things or zoomed out. I apologize for the error.

[Arjuna332]

Eh, at least it's gone now.

[Xildur]

What could you tell us about race composition of the city?
Is it high magic or low magic? Does it have magical academy or equivalent?
What is the import export of the city or the largest economy generator of the city?

I will try to find Parsantium first to know better about the city, but a general information would be nice.

[Seekr34]

I found the pdf of Parsantium on Scribd site. Interesting city

[Arjuna332]

Let's think of Parsantium as a mixture of Byzantine empire, the Ottoman sultanate and Hindi kingdom, or something along the line.

[LeoByron]

WIP

Tyrant Name: Aamon Gauth Race: Human Age: 44 Gender: Male Class: Asmodean Advocate ClericTrickery Domain* 8 Alignment: Lawful-Evil Deity: Asmodeus   Height: 5'9" | Weight: 195 lbs Age: 44 | Skin: Slightly tanned Hair: Brown Eyes: Green Usual Attire: Authoritative Vestments Physical Description Here   Aamon enjoys to toy with people he interacts with. It is, in effect, central to his nature to wield those around him as one might brandish a sword or pound a hammer. He holds firm to the belief that such tools wrought of flesh are infinitely superior to any that could be crafted of mere steel since it is those who wield said tools who possess the ability to shape the world. Aamon's second favourite tool at his disposal is his absolute mastery of the spoken word. Words carry power, nearly as much, in fact, as that possessed by living flesh. It is with words that people will be plied and indoctrinated to his will, after all, but he has a love for them that goes even beyond this mundane use for them. Words are art. Words extract meaning from the world around him and transform all that is abstract and tangible and ascribes to them a purpose beyond mere being. Aamon abhors lying. He will avoid doing so if at all possible and will masterfully wield his letters and syllables to craft those sentences that best match the version of truth that best currently suits his wants or needs. This proclivity for extracting truth from almost any situation has made him a natural talent for work as a Barrister and has fed into his insatiable desire to amass wealth and power, though he of course considers the former to be merely the means to the latter, essential to such pursuits though it remains. He has a deep voice that crackles deliciously when he speaks and many find themselves rapt by the bass melodious cadence of his speech patterns. This ability he has to enspell those with whom he speaks with words is far from inborn, however. Aamon possesses no particular natural charms and some, in fact, may find him rather abrasive and conceited largely due to the fact that this is exactly how he is. No, his way of getting what he wants from people stems instead from his ability to ensnare them with the efficacy of his speech and the labyrinthine patterns of his manipulations. This preoccupation he has with controlling others also manifests in an intense compulsion to control himself. Knowing himself intimately and thoroughly is a continuous process for Aamon and he loves little as much as he does enjoy testing himself and breaching the absolute ceiling of his own limitations. This powerful inner eye has given him an uncanny awareness of his surroundings and his eyes are always scanning for anomalies in his environment or for occurrences which could serve to his advantage in any endeavour. Aligning itself with all of these aspects of his are Aamon's propensity for cruelty. He enjoys mistreating others, all the more so when he can manipulate the situation so as to cause in his victim a sense of gratitude for the treatment they are receiving. He is also vain to a fault and enjoys wearing the very best and most opulent clothing he can afford.   Aamon came into this world and for the longest time he felt he had been placed in it for the sole purpose of enduring every form of possible suffering. His mother had seduced a man with the sole purpose of spawning offspring and upon his arrival seemed to take it upon herself to repurposing the whole of her existence to the sole task of causing him to suffer. She beat him. She mistreated him. She made him work until he could no longer stand at times and then beat him to unconsciousness only for it all to begin again the following day. Despite all this, he loved her. He existed only to please her. Her every frown and every furious glare became as poison to his sense of fulfillment and of self. He needed to please her and the merest praise sent him to unknowable levels of satisfaction and joy. One day, when he was but nine years old, she was killed. Having already noticed Aamon's facility with words and remarkable ability to manipulate truth, his mother had set him to work for Terrence Gauth, a local barrister and her sometime lover. He loved to copy the letters down as Terry dictated them to him and loved to listen as he rehearsed the speeches he would have to make for some case or another he happened to be involved with. One night, after he had spent a particularly long day working with Terrence, his mother did not show up to pick him up and take him home. Eventually, the guard came and had him identify her bloody corpse. She had been set upon in an alley en route to pick him up and the killer had gone to extensive lengths to defile and disfigure her. The killer, whoever he was, had taken her ring. Aamon became obsessed with finding her killer after that, though he did continue to work for Terrence who treated him well enough, far better, in fact, than his own mother had treated him his entire life. Eventually, he found his mother's ring for sale in a local shop. It was a beautiful ring, wrought of gold and platinum twisted together to form the ring with a large ruby set in a mithral setting. It was a man's ring, really, his mother having told him long ago that it had belonged to his grandfather. Now it had been stolen from her and her life had been the ultimate cost. He would have it back! He could not afford to buy it and at first, the merchant who owned the shop refused to tell him who had sold it to him. Every day Aamon came to the shop and stared at the ring and asked the shopkeeper the exact same question. "Who sold you the ring, Alfred? Where can I find him?" Every day he received the exact same refusal followed by a stern rebuke. Aamon decided he would weave a web around the shopkeeper until he had no choice but to tell him what he wanted to know. Aamon began to engage or spy on everyone Alfred had dealings with. He spied on him himself. One day, he had him. Aamon had started to follow Afred home as he was wont to do from time to time, but was surprised to see he did not travel his usual path. Instead, he followed him to the local bordello. Aamon watched him with the women inside and knew he had him. Alfred would tell him who had sold him the ring or he would tell his wife where he had gone. His plan worked. The man who had sold Aamon the ring was a local Thieve's guild member known as Carson Knowles. Aamon has spent his life trying to find this man and to this day has not given up hope that he will find him. Aamon continued his work with Terrence and eventually was allowed to take on more and more responsibility in the man's business. It was in those early days that he met Dagon Wraith. He sauntered into Terrence's place of business one day and saw that Aamon was alone and running the entire operation single-handed. Dagon was deeply impressed by the boy's conscientiousness and attention to detail and offered to hire him for an exorbitant sum of gold. Aamon, of course, agreed. TO BE CONTINUED