[PF-1e] Blood and Guts

[ShadowcatX]

Would you allow the feat amateur pactmaker to work for the spirit Jacques Gaston? Technically she's the only first level spirit it doesn't apply to because she's starless so I can't choose a constellation for her, but I don't believe that was a conscious omission, starless spirits are generally less restricted on binding. The reason I'm asking is because I was thinking about the possibility of making my character a former gladiator and saying her learned to bind her during that time.

If you don't want to, that's fine I have plenty of other options I can do.

[LeoByron]

Originally Posted by ShadowcatX

Would you allow the feat amateur pactmaker to work for the spirit Jacques Gaston? Technically she's the only first level spirit it doesn't apply to because she's starless so I can't choose a constellation for her, but I don't believe that was a conscious omission, starless spirits are generally less restricted on binding. The reason I'm asking is because I was thinking about the possibility of making my character a former gladiator and saying her learned to bind her during that time.

If you don't want to, that's fine I have plenty of other options I can do.

I would allow Amateur Pactmaker to work for Binding with the Jacques Gaston spirit, but that would be the only Spirit you could bind with the Feat.

In fact, I find the Constellation aspect of the Feat a bit confusing since it seems that there is only one 1st level Spirit for each Constellation anyway... Unless it was included in case more 1st level spirits become available with new material? The Feat doesn't allow you to bind any spirits higher than level 1 regardless of effective Binder Level.

[ShadowcatX]

Honestly I think the feat was meant to include her and the constellation's spirit but they messed it up. All the other cases where a binder is restricted by a constellation they get starless spirits as well so I think they intended to include that wording and just didn't.

I'm fine with only having her though, she fits my idea well.

[LeoByron]

You keep saying "her" but Jacques Gaston is definitely a French male name. Is there another indication of this spirit's gender that I missed?

[ShadowcatX]

Nope, spirit is male, I just forgot as I was reading other spirits.

[Admin Dirk]

Originally Posted by LeoByron

You keep saying "her" but Jacques Gaston is definitely a French male name. Is there another indication of this spirit's gender that I missed?

You can always look under the armor and see.

[ShadowcatX]

So after a fairly decent deep dive I can confidently say performance combat is a PITA.

[Ermine]

Would you allow a Half-elf, racial heritage (kitsune) featpart drow, part human, part kitsune character? (1. Zombie Lord, 2. Mummy Lord, 3. Death Knight). Goal is to have lots of magic as a non-caster (a fighter, specifically (though a Brawler works, too), using the Nine Tailed Scion trait to get Magical Tail feat in place of combat feats, and Drow Nobility/Umbral Scion feat line with regular feats. I can show you the full progression from 1-20)

And do they have to be FROM Strathmoor, or can they just have lived their for the last few years?

[Elanir]

Hello, LeoByron! This looks like a great game and I would like to apply with the following character. I have taken some (pretty large) liberties and invented a few things about Lord Demetrius‘ past and physical characteristics. If these details clash with the game‘s canonical lore, I will of course gladly change them. The backstory I presented as a scene to make it more interesting. I describe what happened shortly before the priest tasked with sanctifying the graves of Demetrius‘ slain enemies, along with his acolytes/assistants, discovered that the PCs have risen. The names mentioned are inspired by the name of the overlord and can be easily changed to suit the flavor of the setting. The names of any deities and holy orders are left vague on purpose.

Sergius, the Prodigal Son Name: Sergius Race: (formerly) Human / Undead: 1. Vampire, 2. Necropolitan, 3. Lich Class: Oracle (Shadow / Curse: Shadowbound) Intended Role: Face, Healer, Support, Stealth Alignment: NE (Neutral Evil) Spheres / Schools: Shadow/Darkness   Height: 6 ft / Weight: 160 lb Age: early twenties / Skin: fair, pale Hair: blonde / Eyes: red Physical Description (before „rebirth“): Sergius‘ noble blood, and some might say parentage as well, is obvious at a glance. Though not unusually tall and most certainly lacking the build of a warrior, his features are fine and delicate and his hands uncalloused, both marking him as a highborn or an individual of means. His blonde hair is kept short and fashionable, while his skin is pale, almost translucent, signifying a lack of exposure to the elements or a particular dislike for bright sunlight. What is unusual about the young man, and to many unsettling, are his red irises, similar to those of an albino or one of the infamous dark elves living in perpetual darkness.   Usual Attire: The young nobleman usually wears high quality clothes that are not excessively decorated, often along with a single piece of jewelry like a ring, chain or brooch. He is partial to close fitting shirts, vests and trousers, though the cloaks and mantles he chooses to wear over such garments are more flowing and voluminous. Sergius prefers darker colors like ebony, opal blue, deep purple and charcoal grey with some silver thread trimming and occasionally a few moonstones or pearls sewn on the fine cloth.   Personality: Demetrius‘ son is nothing if not changeable, much like the shadows that are at the core of his being. When meeting strangers or potential allies Sergius is much like any highborn scion: calm, elegant, charming when he sees the need to make an effort to appear so, arrogant when not. Beneath the nobleman’s facade, however, there is another, more sinister individual, a scheming mind and a merciless manipulator, a spy and an assassin, the shadow that grows longer the closer it gets to sundown. But even that person is not the one hiding deep down in the darkness that the light can never reach. Beyond the cultured ways and civilized manners, beyond the web of intrigue, the lies and whispers, there is only pain and rage. Pain for the way his father has condemned him in order to hide his own sins and rage against the world that allowed such a thing to happen. What would a man do to soothe his pain and calm his rage? What would Sergius do? Everything.   "The darkest shadows are always born by the brightest of lights." Father Athanasius abruptly stopped walking and turned to face those following him, his fiery eyes looking for the blasphemer. He didn’t have to search long. There were only four acolytes accompanying him and one of them had sworn a vow of silence. Besides, only one in the group was foolish enough to utter such nonsense aloud. "What was it that you said, Brother Gregorius? Care to share it so that I too might benefit from your wisdom?" The middle-aged man called Gregorious, his brow full of fat pearls of sweat, shook his head vehemently, but remained silent, his eyes glued to the muddy ground. "Speak up, Brother. Do not be afraid to repeat your words. I am sure his Magnificence, our Holy Lord Demetrius, will be eager to hear them as well." The mention of the overlord‘s name seemed to drain all color from the monk‘s otherwise ruddy cheeks. "F… Forgive me, Holiness, I… I misspoke." The priest looked at the man shivering beneath his steely gaze, his frown deepening as his eyes focused on the hem of the monk‘s cassock, which was full of mud stains, certainly not all of them acquired this night. "Be more careful from now on, Brother. The gods are merciful, but even their benevolence has limits." Taking a look at the low hill gently rising before the group of five, Athanasius beckoned the others to follow him. "We are almost there. Once we reach the top, start preparing the ceremony of sanctification as I have instructed you and I shall recite the necessary prayers. All must be done as his Magnificence commands." Gregorius, still avoiding the priest‘s gaze, sighed with relief. That was close!, he thought as he slowly followed Athanasius, careful not to drop the large vessel he was carrying that was full of holy water. Only when the priest started chanting, did Gregorius address the acolyte walking next to him, though he was careful to keep his voice as low as a whisper. "And yet, I am right, Stefanus. One of the rebels was our Lord‘s own son. Imagine that!" Stefanus, a boy of no more than six and ten, seemed to possess greater sense than his older companion and wisely chose not to reply. Gregorius, who had eagerly waited for a comment or at the very least a satisfying gasp of surprise from the young acolyte, was offended by his silence. "You think me a drunken fool, boy, but I speak the truth. In wine there is truthIn vino veritas, have you not heard of it before? What if I occasionally allow myself half a cup of wine? A full cup on especially important holy days. Does our Lord Demetrius not partake of quality drink? Is he a fool?" Stefanus looked at the portly man next to him with a mixture of horror and disgust and quickened his pace. He wanted nothing to do with such blasphemous thoughts. Gregorius shook his head in disappointment and approached another of the acolytes. „Silent“ Methodius had seen much of the world before joining their holy order and would not be shocked by the truth, no matter how harsh it was. Besides, not being able to talk made him an even better listener and that was exactly what Gregorius was after at the moment: a good listener. He talked enough for two or three monks anyway, he didn’t need another talker. "The boy‘s name was Sergius", he went on, not thinking to offer Methodius any explanation or introduction, "and he couldn’t have been more than five and twenty at the time. I met him once, you know, before this ugliness began. It must have been at the [I]Fat Sow[/] tavern -I had gone there to preach, mind you. His father‘s blonde hair he had and skin as pale as snow, though he was shorter than our Lord Demetrius and his eyes were as red as blood." Gregorius hastily made the holy sign of his order to protect himself from evil. "I cannot forget these eyes, Methodius, they seemed to bore into my soul, but... apart from that, he didn’t seem all that bad. He was kind of… pleasant. Laughed a lot. That he didn’t get from his sire, probably from his mother. You must remember the late Lady Andronike, daughter of Lord…" Suddenly remembering that the father of Lady Andronike had been executed for crimes most unholy and too despicable to mention and his name erased from all records, Gregorius lowered his voice even more, though Methodius gave no indication that he had any difficulty understanding him. He was either a very careful listener or didn’t pay any attention at all. "...Photius. When our Holy Lord was still young the two were betrothed, he having chosen her among all maidens of the court. So beautiful she was, skin as white as snow and soft as a nestling‘s plumage, her lips as…" This Methodius had certainly heard, because he gave his fellow acolyte a very meaningful look. "Yes, well, she was a real beauty, everyone seemed to think so. And there were some who claimed that despite his many virtues Lord Demetrius had not been willing to wait for the gods‘ blessings before he got to… know his future bride better." Gregorius‘ wink was so vulgar that even patient Methodius made a grimace as if he had just swallowed something extremely sour. "You were a man of the world, you know what I mean. Anyway, then came the scandal that had Lord Photius executed -may his soul burn in the pits of hell forever!-, his great fortune confiscated and the betrothal annulled. Young Andronike was forcibly taken to a convent along with her mother, Lady Irene, and there she passed away about half a year later. A broken heart, they said, unable to cope with the fact that her lord father had committed such horrible sins. No one spoke about her again and the same is true about her mother, only…" The monk got even closer to his brother-in-the-faith and pressed his lips against Methodius‘ ear. "...I have it on good authority that she left Strathmoor that very evening, along with a mysterious bundle and a young prostitute„working“ woman who had recently lost her newborn child to a fever. The „bundle“ was mewling like a kitten, if you get my meaning." Methodius looked around him and with his head beckoned at the last acolyte, who was only a few feet behind them. Gregorius didn‘t seem concerned, but stopped talking all the same, waiting for the man to get ahead of them. "Brother Timotheus is a good man, he won’t say anything." Choosing exactly this time to check on the two acolytes that seemed to have slowed down, Timotheus was greeted by a nervous half-smile from Methodius and a more confident one from Gregorius. His own expression was one of confusion. He seemed to want to say something, then thought better of it, shrugged and kept on going. The two monks felt immense relief. "Don‘t fret, he hasn’t heard a word. Anyway, I don’t know where the lady and her servant went with the child, but it must have survived, because it came back once it came of age. He called himself Sergius and made no secret of being Demetrius‘ son, though most called him an imposter. He also made no secret of the fact that he thought that our Holy Lord wasn’t doing a good job as the Overlord of Strathmoor and that he sought to change things. When I saw him at the tavern he was actively recruiting people to his cause. Dangerous, you‘ll say. You bet! You see where it got him and the others like him. They wanted to take the throne from our Lord, but all they got in the end was Demetrius‘ holy spear through the chest. They should have…" A cry from the top of the hill made the monk stop talking. After exchanging a glance with each other both men started running up the hill as fast as their legs would take them. Athanasius was not a man to startle easily and only something terrible would have made him shout like that. Gregorius stumbled a few times, but he managed to keep his balance, though he spilled some of the holy water he had been carrying the whole time. Thankfully, that didn’t matter, because he had more than enough holy water to… "Gods above!", cried out the youngest of the monks with a shrill voice and fell to the ground, his eyes full of tears. "The graves… they are open. And empty", added Timotheus and placed his hands over Stefanus‘ shoulders in an effort to calm him down. After the initial cry of surprise Athanasius stood petrified before the holes in the ground, his prayers all but forgotten. Gregorius looked first at Methodius, who as was to be expected said nothing, and then ran towards the priest. "Holy Father, what do we do? Shall I use the holy water to consecrate the ground?" The priest didn’t seem to have heard the question, so Gregorius asked again. Before the monk had the chance to repeat himself a second time, Athanasius softly replied without even turning his head to face him. "We are too late. The dead are already walking. May the gods have mercy on us and our poor city..."   The Game Plan: Dealing directly with the Overlord of Strathmoor can only lead to defeat… again. The city‘s Holy Lord is too well established and the forces at his command too great. Above all, he enjoys the blessings of the good godsholy powers of the land. If he is to be brought low and crushed, it must be done bit by bit. Destroy his agents, rob him of his allies, cripple his armies, make him lose the support of the people, expose his base nature to his divine patrons so that they too will abandon him. And then the time will come for Sergius and his companions to take his life… and throne. The Overlord is dead. Long live the Overlord!

For my part the application is considered complete. Any comments and suggestions are very welcome. Thank you for considering the character.

[LeoByron]

Originally Posted by Ermine

Would you allow a*part drow, part human, part kitsune*character? (1. Zombie Lord, 2. Mummy Lord, 3. Death Knight). Goal is to have lots of magic as a non-caster (a fighter, specifically (though a Brawler works, too), using the Nine Tailed Scion trait to get Magical Tail feat in place of combat feats, and Drow Nobility/Umbral Scion feat line with regular feats. I can show you the full progression from 1-20)

That seems reasonable.

Originally Posted by ERMINE

And do they have to be FROM Strathmoor, or can they just have lived their for the last few years?

You don't have to be from there, but you should have strong ties with city and have lived there for a few years.

[Preacherwolf]

I believe that Lady Gwendoline is complete. Although I think I might have written a touch too much in the background

[ShadowcatX]

I never thought I would be writing up a high level fighter and be like "I wish I had more feats," especially in a character that also got expert talent progression and doubly especially with feat taxes in play. But I wosh I had more feats. Lol.

[Preacherwolf]

Originally Posted by ShadowcatX

I never thought I would be writing up a high level fighter and be like "I wish I had more feats," especially in a character that also got expert talent progression and doubly especially with feat taxes in play. But I wosh I had more feats. Lol.

Conversely, I never thought I'd be making a character and thinking "do I even need all of these feats? What am I going to use them for?" which leads me to a question:

Am I reading spheres of might (I've never used them before) correctly, to get talent points to buy into the spheres of power I trade my regular feat progression for either access to Proficient or Adept progression of talents?

[mightymconeshot]

Not directly sure what you are referencing but if it is a sphere class, you gain feats and talents. Conscripts trades some of the bonus feats for specialized powers they get as described by the class. But if you are taking a non-sphere class and wants sphere talents, than yes you trade out feats for them.

[Preacherwolf]

Originally Posted by mightymconeshot

But if you are taking a non-sphere class and wants sphere talents, than yes you trade out feats for them.

Yeah that's what I'm refering too, or at least going off this. I don't think the kineticist counts as a sphere class, so I'll have to trade out feats for the talents