Reserving space for an application. I don't usually like combat-heavy games (which "romp through some dungeons" implies that this might be) but the emphasis on relationships gives me hope for some juicy RP opportunity and I don't get to play with mid-level gestalt concepts all that often.
How many players are you planning to take, and what's the planned posting speed? I need to learn to read the ad twice before asking anything.
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You'll have plenty of opportunities to RP your character. The amount of combat will be reasonable and make sense as far as story and progression is concerned.
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What do you envision to be the period when this adventure occurs? Before or after relevant adventure paths (e.g. Crimson Throne, Rise/Return of the Runelords)? It's unclear to me whether it's Cressida the Field Marshall or Cressida the Queen. Not sure a background I develop would even interact with any of that potential history but I don't want it to be anachronistic.
For the 3 NPCs, I'm assuming we're free to design our own rather than use the existing NPCs in the wiki? Or a mix of both (assuming they're still alive in this timeline)?
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Most of the time, Inno is a fairly distinctive young woman, albeit of a slight frame and frail look. Her hair, what there is of it that grows back from her closely shorn head, is grey or white, depending upon your kindness in looking. All Inno could remember about her hair, what little there had been of it, was that it had always been white, or light grey. Inno was sure, somehow, that she hadn't been born with white hair, and that at some point in her past, she had borne tresses of incredible length, and beauty. But she could not remember any of it, of course. Every memory beyond a few years ago was locked away behind a steel wall in her mind, one she is unable to break down.
If she had a pallor, or any obvious signs of ill health, she might look like an older street urchin, but her skin is clear, and her complexion healthy. Usually, a wan smile is slow to form on Inno's face, even if her brown eyes show signs of delight. Her skin is slightly ruddy from the hours spent before the charcoal kilns, and the permanent pink tan that the heated ovens brought to the workers. Even now, several years beyond her working time in the factory, she is still ruddy complexioned. Her slight frame is wiry and lean, whipcord a word often used by the older men of the East Shore when they point her out in the streets and or near the kilns when she returns. While not strong, Inno has endurance, and can easily held her own through the day with the other, more experienced workers, despite her slight frame. That endurance served her well in her toils as an adventurer, as well.
Sometimes, however, Inno's other appearance comes through. As an empath, Inno not only absorbs the pain and hurt of others around him, she exhibits their physical damage as well. When Inno works, not only does the pain transfer from others to her, but their damage, physically, does as well. And when that pain becomes overwhelming, Inno's history of use comes back as well, in the form of a map on her body of every broken bone, every cut, gouge, scrape and scar that she healed over her short life. Welts appear, and cuts come, and Inno is bent and wracked with pain. Blood will flow from sudden cuts, wounds that she healed from a fighter years before reappear on her where the brawler first received them. Luckily, these signs fade quickly, but during the worst episodes, Inno transforms from a healthy youth to a massive clot of broken flesh and bone.
Inno typically dresses in homespun linens, and plain woolen covers. They are easy to wash, and soak up a lot of blood. Her nod to vanity is that she loves brightly colored scarves and wraps, and will often sport a set of these over her linens, looking for all the world like a Mummy dressed for Mayfair.
Inno is methodical, practical, and studious. The art of glass blowing required it, in order to excel. Or even, to become an apprentice. She rarely gets ruffled or flustered, and prefers to think first before acting, picking among the best choices for outcomes. "Planning, in life as in glassware making, is the most important part of the process. Without a plan, there is no art." Some around her think her a bit cold and calculating, a touch judgmental; she can be rather impersonal. However, these same qualities help her to be an excellent judge over disputes, a duty to which she is frequently called. The same emotional detachment also serves her well in her other duties for workers or adventuring companions, the care of the sick and injured. Those who work with her do find that she is loyal and faithful to her beliefs and allies. She is a woman of her word, and her bond is carefully given. She defends the younger and weaker, the innocent and righteous.
Inno is slow to anger, as anger tends to cause mistakes, and mistakes lead one to being hurt. And that is usually Inno, whether she was the original intended recipient of the pain or not. In her life, Inno has experienced more pain than a hundred other people, as she has shared in the pain of an entire city. And while she is not eager to experience more pain than necessary, she realizes that with some magic and the help of her gods, she can do good in the world, and ease suffering. Even if it means she suffers, in the short term. Inno has a deep code of personal conduct she abides by, to protect those who need protection, to remove pain from others, and to strive to return things to "normal", before the pain and injury occurred.
Inno grew up in Korvosa, in the East Shore, at least that's what everyone tells her. She actually doesn't remember much of it, at least not much until she was about fourteen years old. Most everything before that is 'memory' by tale... she remembers the stories because everyone tells her that she should remember them. She's heard them often enough, they are her memories. How true they are is debatable, and sometimes the stories change slightly between tellers and tellings, leading her to wonder. The most popular story of her arrival is that she was found at the doorstep of Ibarra Snipold after a particularly storm-ridden night, a night filled with rain and winds, lightning and thunder, but at dawn, when Ibarra wandered outside to check on her flock of chickens, she found Inno, wrapped in blue swaddling, cooing merrily and laughing at the clouds in the sky. Ibarra took Inno in, of course, but could not care for her alone, and so, half the Shore was tasked with raising her at one stage or another. Weeks here, a month there, moving from place to place as she grew, often back again to homes she had been before, when times were good for them, moving out when times were harder.
"Inno Minate in the Old Tongue literally means "No One" or "Having no name", and it is fitting for the girl with no real memory. I have snippets, pieces of dreams, maybe, of a childhood; but I don't know if they are mine, or something I took from someone else when I was taking their pain. That happens, sometimes, when the pain is really intense. What I do know is that I am what they called an empath, that is, I can share, or accept, someone else's pain. It's a blessing and a curse, and it is my life."
Inno is the unofficial ward of Medicine Witch Salixirel, having frequently grown up in or around the woman's care. Not because Salixirel was desirous of such arrangement, but because of the expediency of keeping the poor, little sick girl near to the healer for most of her childhood. Even when she was farmed out to others, half of Inno's life was spent in the care of Salixirel, or the Church. Inno was always sick, or injured: cuts and lacerations, broken bones and mystery ailments. They came quickly, and healed nearly as quickly, luckily for the girl. Inno spent a lot of her time around Laurel's shop, either being tended too, or learning to tend. With no real parents, Salixirel simply allowed her to continue to stay in-between homes, so long as she proved useful. As Inno grew, her sicknesses became fewer and further between, or perhaps, more in Inno's control, as she learned to avoid too many attachments with other children. Once she learned to do that, her health became noticeably better, while the neighborhood children's health returned to a more customary "scrapes and bruises plentiful" status as well.
As an adult, Inno made her living at the glassworks factory, partly as a worker, and partly as a healer. She left there three years ago, to seek adventure, but has since returned, much wealthier than she started out. Although she's a decent herbalist, and can fill in for Salixirel when the woman needs some time, there is not enough business in the East Shore to support two competing witches in the apothecary trade. So, Inno helps out Salixirel for some minor pittances, and takes on the occasional mercenary job for some group that wants to delve into the Vaults, always as a healer, and always for a more than equal share. Her reputation, and value are well known in Korvosa, and generally, she can pick among the better offers, should she need more money for her causes.
Inno's current charity case was the widow Medias. Her husband had died long ago, a victim of a winter croup that raged the countryside when Inno was a teen. Inno had spent several seasons with the two of them, and their son Terras, as she grew up, summers or winters here and there, when things were bountiful for the family. But the widow's true problems only came when her son, Terras, ran away and disappeared a season before. Until then, Terras had worked in the harbor for almost ten years, living happily with his mother and supporting them both. But one day, Terras left the house to go to work, and never returned. People say he had a terrible falling out with Payden Teedum, and they were seen arguing the day he disappeared, but no one knows what they were arguing about. It was enough, it seems, to have made the young man simply leave town. He was last seen walking out of the harbor on his way home, still quite angry by all appearances, and was never seen after. Inno has been using her extra money to help the widow make ends meet, and get a few extra chickens in her flock for some self-sustaining income.
Medicine Witch Salixirel: Owner of the Dewdrop Apothecary in the East Shores; witch, mentor, sometimes competitor, surrogate mother to Inno. Salixirel is the head of the unofficial "woman's business guild" for the East Shore, which of course, does not exist. She's the local wise woman, a job that sometimes, Inno gets called to apprentice at, which is usually to listen to minor disputes and adjudicate a judgement between the parties. For a silver or gold piece, of course, fair pay from both sides.
Maidrayne Vox, Mistress of Blades for the Order of the Nail. Inno is one of the few healers that will work easily with the Hellknights, and so has taken a bit of Maidrayne's coin to be in the arenas and practice yards, and heal the younger recruits of their mistakes, mishaps, and misfortunes. Inno refuses to go out on patrols with the knights, but she will grant Maidrayne's occasional request to be present and heal during sparing competitions, "Hellweeks" and new initiation times.
Optional: I was thinking of making Inno a cartomancer hedge witch, that is, replacing the familiar with a deck of cards (flavor only, I just don't like familiars hanging around). If you wanted, I could have the deck of cards that Inno uses for casting to be that of Zellara Esmeranda.... No mechanical advantage, just potential roleplay later, if you wished.
Inno knows Baris Trenchlow, just barely. She knows he is involved in similar clandestine Guild Action, similar to Salixirel, but she has little to do with him except exchange an occasional message, or deliver herbs and other packages to him from Salixirel. She has, of course, healed many of his apprentices of injuries over the years.
Inno supplies the Trinket Merchant Sagitar Tiguan with the occasional herbs, bits of ore and exotic ingredients from her adventures, for his magical charms.
Newby, Hessim and Sage are known to Inno, as customers of occasional herbs, flowers, and dyes that she and Salixirel can make from flowers and herbs. She rarely interacts with them, but she knows them well enough to nod in the streets, should they cross paths in public. Most of her work with them is done once or twice a year, getting an order, and then perhaps either delivering it, or going to get payment once the product has been weighed and quality checked to their liking.
Widow Medias: a no one, unless she holds some secret...
Role: Ultimate Party Support, Healer. Slight tactician/battlefield control.
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Would you allow the option player as monster for one side of the Gestalt? My idea is:
Very Young Silver Dragon (cr8 - medium sized) / Cleric L8 for the Gestalt side.
I will note that my application may look a little weird, but this is because I am giving a distinct answer for my social versus vigilante identity in each of these cases. I’ve played vigilante trying to downplay the difference before, but fitting with the intrigue, I want to really embrace the class and give it that distinction. So I have given each of them their own descriptions. Anyway, here it is along with the character sheet in progress: http://www.rpgcrossing.com/profiler/view.php?id=94539
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