[PF-1e] Prison Colony Krakengard - The Daylight War

[Kinder]

Updated app

[OneDarkness]

for the record I am working on mine as well just doing it offline till I have it sounding right.

[RacesWild]

Name: Oberon De'Verik
Gender: Male
Race: Drow (Commoner)
Appearance: Being of average height for a drow allows Oberon to go about unnoticed in his society. However, his dark, almost chocolate hued skin below his origins on the surface. As do his silver tinted hair and bright emerald green eyes with red shading. He has a scar that stretches from just above the base of his neck down to his hip. That is a sorry for another time. A slight individual, he is, however, not weak. He stands at 5'11"and weighs around 168 pounds.
Personality: Oberon had many views of the world at large, but one thing that he will never change is his view of right and wrong. His calling brings him to there edge of nature and civilization, and becoming that wall that is needed to protect the wild. His guess brought him into conflict with the ruling nibbles is his society, and they hunted him. He escaped the underdark and made it out to the surface world. Here, he was equally hunted. His heritage alone had him arrested and sent to the colony. His abilities, he believes, will help him eventually escape.
Background:Oberon Di' Verik was born 117 years all in a place where evil reigns and devils are common. His mother was a twisted and sick individual, even compared to the rest of her race. In a for of rage when a small ritual failed, she struck out at her 7 year old child, Oberon. The dagger left him flayed open on the left side of his back. Healers kept him alive, but allowed him to heal naturally, he being just a male. He escaped when he was 112,and had learned more of the ways of the World Above. He continues to strive for excellence and will one day escape the colony. Add for why he is here. Well, a drow on the surface world, what wise could you expect?
Roleplay sample: Oberon stood at the edge of the precipice. He was tired. His friend, his only friend, stood next to him as they watched the orcs getting closer. We really need to get moving, Oberon. We can't stand here forever. They will surely have bows. Shelin sounded worried. He always sounded worried. What did you expect from a halfing outcast?

Relax. There are only 12 of them. Is you were so worried, you should have never gone into their camp and stole their alcohol. Trust that an orcs will kill you over territory, drink and food. I moved a little as an arrow came flying in a lazy arc at us. It missed, as it was poorly aimed.
Look, I'm all for treasure. Believe me I am. But, Oberon, this is getting out of hand. We have flight goblins, ratfolk, and devilish humans. And now orcs. You are leading is into am early grave. Shelin squeaked as another arrow made him duck.

Looking down at my friend, I laughedYou are truly in a foul mood. It is now time to ruin. The Tesla are set. They will run into it n.... As Oberon spoke the final word it was drowned out NY the screams of a dozen orcs stepping into a spring trap. All 12 fell hard as fire erupted from the dozens of flasks Oberon had set for them. With that, Oberon and Shelin turned and ran.

[Sageheart]

Excited to see this start so I can lurk and read. great apps here.

[Aden]

Posting interest! I love Pathfinder and this sounds like a super interesting concept for a game, so naturally I want in!

 

Character Name: Aramil Galanodel (Goes by the common translation, Aramil Moonwhisper) Age: 197 (Mid-20's in Human reckoning) Gender: Male Race: Elf Class: Rogue Appearance: Aramil, to human eyes, is simply an elf, with everything that comes along with it. No taller than the average man, he is of slender build, often seeming as if a strong breeze might carry him away. Indeed, weighing just over a hundred pounds, he seems quite frail standing next to the average human male. To those who understand elves, however, or to other elves, Aramil's unique qualities stand out. Possessing shoulder-length dark hair, he stands out on the rare occasions that he returns to his homeland, walking among his fair-haired compatriots. He also possesses a small dragon tattoo on his left cheek, a quirk that marks him to those in the know (Very few) as a member of the Queen's Eyes. Given the choice, Aramil generally wears a darkened leather outfit, comprising various pouches and pockets secreted about himself in addition to holders for various small vials and blades, covered in a soft boiled leather armor that provides little protection but enables free movement. Since being thrown into Krakengard however, he has been forced to wear whatever he can find.   Personality: Aramil is driven by two goals, both discovering the secrets of the colony and escaping it. Being one of the relatively few prisoners sent to the deadly Island by design, he contents himself with knowing that while the experience is the most unpleasant he has experienced in his life (So far), he is more prepared than most to handle the dangers present in a prison colony that is half of the time ruled by demons. He is driven by his goals, but Aramil is still an elf. Curious by nature, almost every aspect of his experience so far has been of interest to him. Despite spending time among humans in the past, he still finds the predominantly human lands to be both curious and amusing in equal measure. Shortly after arriving on the island he was placed into a cell with bars that would have prevented a human from escaping, but posed no difficulty for him. To his surprise, he was beaten by the guards and thrown back into the same cell when he raised the issue with a disarming smile. While he will hide his true goals from everyone (As far as he knows) on the island, he is not without compassion, and sees the plight of other prisoners, some of whom clearly haven't committed crimes deserving of such a harsh sentence, with both pity and a desire to help. Even if the majority of them are only humans... Background: Raised among the forest kingdom of the elves, Aramil's family was of the merchant class, and as with every generation of his family for the past several thousand years (Four generations), it was expected that he would become involved in the family trade. Such aspirations were dashed, however, when in his thirtieth year he was caught sneaking into a banquet held by the reigning Queen. While the guards who caught him were far from amused, the Queen had a reputation for enjoying tricks and games, and took to the adolescent. His family, however, were not nearly so amused. Shamed by his actions, they disowned him almost immediately, an almost unheard of thing within the Elven lands. The Queen heard of this, and, being interested in the youngster, offered him a choice. She could reverse his family's decision, or he could serve her. Given that his parents would still have made life miserable even had he been forced to return home, he chose the latter option. So it was that Aramil was introduced to the Queen's Eyes, the elite scouting force of the Elven kingdom. Trained by the Queen's best instructors and advisers, by the time Aramil reached adulthood, he was skilled in the arts of information gathering, remaining unseen and undetected, as well as some of the less tasteful methods of combat and deception. The Queen relied upon her Eyes to gather knowledge beyond the borders of the forest lands, and it was only when one of her advisers mentioned the need to better understand the Humans that his first mission was crafted. The Human kingdom bordering the Elves had gone to war with another neighbor, and was producing weapons and armor of a far higher quality than initial reports had predicted. Concerned with both the warlike nature of the humans and the sudden appearance of arms of a disturbing level of quality and magical energy, the need to better understand where the ore used in their construction became apparent. Learning through sympathetic travelers and merchants that the ore was arriving through a magical portal from a prison beyond, a dangerous task was appointed to the young elven agent: To infiltrate the prison and find out what was going on. Learning also that crimes that were relatively mild in nature were landing humans in the fearsome prison, a simple plan was devised, and so, traveling to the capital city under the guise of a wandering minstrel, Aramil approached the first nobleman he could find and simply punched him in the face. A savage beating, a farce of a trial, and a sentencing later, and the elf found himself exactly where he wanted to be; standing in front of a portal and being thrown through to the other side... Roleplay sample: Aramil sucked a deep breath in through his nose, held it for a moment, and let it go. This was it. The moment of truth. He found the whole thing distasteful, he considered briefly as he began walking towards the finely clan human. He didn't know anything about the man other than what a local shopkeeper had told him, that he was a major local landowner and thus, in the human hierarchy, very important. For all he knew, the man was a paragon of virtue, insofar as humans could be. Or he could be the worst kind of person. There wasn't much time to guess, or follow the man to find out. He had a job to do, after all. Striding quickly across the muddy ground that passed as the street in this town, he smiled briefly at the man, who noticed him only at the last moment and frowned in confusion as the Elf got closer to him. His confusion was only increased when Aramil gave a small wave of his hand, uttered a cheerful sounding "Hello!" and promptly punched him in the face. The Elf had pulled his punch, and had merely broken the man's nose, causing it to shatter in a bloody spray that surprised the man's two bodyguards, who to their credit leaped into action mere moments after watching their master take a fist to his nose. Grabbing the elf by the arms, one swung a mail-clad fist into the frail stomach, and Aramil bucked under the blow. It wasn't pleasant, but the first stage of his mission was almost complete.... Bonus: Jeff Ploughman. Jeff Ploughman is a simple soul, born to poor parents who rented a poor area of farmland outside of the city. When his father died, he inherited several acres, a leaky cottage, and that was it. He did exactly as was expected, marrying a local girl, and settling down to the relatively mundane business of tending his crops, producing children, and generally doing the best that can be done with such a simple life. All of this changed when his daughter, Emily, was bitten by a small wolf one evening when she'd gone out to play against her parent's instructions. Fearing for the child's life, and lacking in any meaningful coin, Jeff did what he had to do: Walked into the local apothecary, grabbed a healing potion, and ran. Unfortunately for Jeff, while he did manage to get the potion to his daughter, the apothecary noticed his face and promptly bought the local militia in to arrest him. For the crime of thievery, he was sentenced to the mines of Krakenguard, and that was that. It was entirely by coincidence that Jeff inhabited the cell that Aramil was also promptly thrown into, and while the two, being so vastly different from one another, couldn't be considered close, they are friends after a fashion. Jeff finds the elf (The first he'd ever met) to be fascinating, while Aramil is equally interested in the simple human farmer, who is almost as alien to the forest dwelling elf as he himself is to the farmer.

And done!

[ManicMonky]

I have updated my app. I do will not claim it to be 100% done at this point, but several points have been addressed. I feel it is a bit longer than I had hoped it to be though, so I do apologize for that.

[Inem]

This is starting to look like I'm going to have a lot of work cut out for me when the time comes to actually pick players...but nonetheless, great to see so many apps!

Anyway, more comments/reviews below:

[Aden]

Edited my app, it's finished now, barring any necessary changes, etc.

[GeoAvanti]

Does not having anything witty or pithy to add still fulfill the criteria for needing something witty and pithy to hide obvious secret text?

[Squeak]

Made an addition and a few minor changes to my app based on input received.

No need for a second review unless you have a passion for that kind of thing

[Shadowmaim]

Originally Posted by Inem

This is starting to look like I'm going to have a lot of work cut out for me when the time comes to actually pick players...but nonetheless, great to see so many apps!

Of course, this campaign has it all! Mystery, danger, downtrodden masses, a talking animal with a hilariously sarcastic take on life(probably)! Anyone in their right mind would apply.

Seriously though, this story has me feeling like a book you had to stop reading just as it starts to ramp up. I'm so anxious to find out everything that's happening and get to know the world better, and I barely have more than a suggestion of what's going on with Krakengard. Even if I don't make the cut, I'm sure I'll ghost the thread every once in a while just to see how this story evolves. Unless that's frowned upon. I'm new here, I don't know the etiquette.

[Nomadic druid]

Originally Posted by Shadowmaim

Of course, this campaign has it all! Mystery, danger, downtrodden masses, a talking animal with a hilariously sarcastic take on life(probably)!

Heh.... funny you should mention that. Was halfway considering on applying with my Catfolk Sorcerer version of Felix the cat splashed with a bit of Cheshire cat's and Pok's personality...

[ManicMonky]

I've been meaning to ask this question for a while now, but kept forgetting to actually do so.

Since Daylight is a spell that's being restricted in this game setting, if a Race/Class is granted it as a spell like ability, will there be a possibility of substituting a different spell of comparable level, or will it just be a lost feature of that Race/Class?

I don't feel like it will really impact my character for the most part, but was curious on your thoughts.

[RacesWild]

I think daylight is actually restricted to a feat now in the pathfinder books. I think it is restricted to those who can turn/rebuke undead specifically

[ManicMonky]

I am not quite sure what you are referring to RacesWild, but in the advertisement post, Inem indicates he is putting restrictions in his game world to preserve the flavor he has developed. That's where my question comes from.