[PF-1e] The Founding

[Imveros]

Originally Posted by wodine

I can try - It's the best I can offer.

Thanks. I know you have your work cut out for you with post one only two weeks away!



Alternatively, would anyone else who's finished like to trade some editing time? I'll look over yours, you look over mine kind of deal?

I just always feel better with a second set of eyes on something like this. Thanks in advance!

[dalarangreen]

I'll trade you Imveros.

[wodine]

I like the teamwork.

Keep on keeping on!

[Imveros]

Originally Posted by dalarangreen

I'll trade you Imveros.

Excellent! When do you think you'll have something for me to look over?

[Cristal08Darkmoon]

Name: ZenevievaNevi Sileny
Race: Half-Elf
Origin: Sudetenland
Class: Pact Witch (6)/Feral Hunter (1)
Intended role: Healer, Support
Physical Description: At five-foot-ten-inches and one-hundred twenty-eight pounds, Nevi is roughly average in terms of height and weight for someone who is of both elven and human descent. If not for her feminine curves, she'd have a boyish build. The build is partially because she didn't need to develop her muscles nearly as much to be a Healer as she would have needed to if she'd wanted to be a warrior of some sort. She has large, purple eyes with vertically slitted pupils that are almost almond shaped that make a striking picture against her lightly tanned skin and deep auburn hair. Nevi tends to keep her long hair bound out of her way in some way, usually a loose braid. She has a longish straight nose and mouth with a full lower lip and a thinner upper one. Her ears, not surprisingly given her heritage, are slightly pointed.

Nevi likes clothing that offers a combination of decent movement, sturdy material that is easily cleaned, and the ability to withstand a trip to the forest to gather ingredients or a hectic infirmary. She prefers relatively simple lines and natural colors. It makes no difference if she's in a skirt or pants as long as her top isn't attached to her bottom. She's found it easier to simply change what's been stained until she, or her familiarTiana, can clean it later. Her other gear follows a similar path. Simple designs, sturdy materials and muted colors.
Personality: Almost everyone who knows Nevi would describe her as 'a lover, not a fighter' or 'a kind soul doing her best to help any who need it'. Both describe her almost perfectly. Nevi would describe herself as a pacifistic healer.

She strongly dislikes violence and does what she can to avoid it. She always tries to defuse tense situations before they can devolve into a fight of one sort or another. When she's forced to fight, she does so reluctantly and only to defend herself and those in her care. Nevi willingly does what she can to heal any who come to her. She also tries to help people in other ways when she can. This has occasionally led to, often inadvertent, trouble with the local authorities. She rarely concerns herself with the ability of her patients to pay her. Most can only 'pay' her by offering a roof over her head for a few days, sharing a meal or two with them, mending her clothes or similar trades. The ones who can pay in coin are usually merchants or the occasional noble.

She sometimes comes off as cat-like due to a few of her quirks. She enjoys occasionally lazing someplace sunny and warm. Her head will tilt to one side if she's particularly interested in something or just trying to puzzle through something. The minor physical changes that occurred shortly after Tiana revealed her true form only add to her 'cat-ness'.
Background:

 

Nevi leaned back against a tree and looked at the sky. She absentmindedly stroked Tiana as she spoke. ”My mother is a midwife. She was pretty enough to catch the eye of a merchant. An elven merchant, if it wasn't obvious. They were lovers for only a few nights but that was enough. I came along nine months later.”

She sighed and closed her eyes. ”My mother took me with her unless she was going to someone direly ill. Once I was old enough to start helping, she started teaching me. I'd fetch bandages, hold bowls of water or medicine and help her gather herbs once she'd shown me what to collect. As my knowledge grew, so did my skill in the basic healing arts.” A small smile touched her face. ”When I was about ten, my Gifts began showing themselves. We went to a farmer who'd accidentally given himself a nasty cut with a sickle. I set my kitten and our packs down and was taking a look at the wound. When I touched the flesh near it, something poured out of me and the gash healed to a relatively minor cut before my eyes. My mother, after getting a look at the wound, started to scold the man's girl for exaggerating the severity of his injury. When I corrected her and told her what had happened, she decided that I needed to meet with a friend of hers. Especially since I'd been showing signs of magic as well and that had felt differently from my magic. A hedge witch a couple villages over.”

Tiana, tired of getting petted, moved. Nevi opened her eyes to watch as the cat-like celestial settled on her bag. ”Mother's friend, Rose, spoke with me for a while before confirming what my mother had suspected. I was a witch. Rose wasn't sure whether I was a hedge witch like her or just a witch whose Patron focused on healing or, perhaps, something rarer. Regardless, she offered to take me in and teach me what she could. Mother accepted since she wasn't able to teach me what I needed to know as a witch.” She leaned her head against the tree's trunk once more. ”Rose began teaching me how to properly communicate with my familiar. It wasn't Tiana but another kitten. Once I had that down, she began teaching me to control my healing hex and to make some of the more basic alchemical concoctions that are useful as a healer. Eventually, I started making potions. I seemed to have a knack for potions and Rose thought that that might be another hex granted to me by my Patron. We kept working together until I turned twenty. At that point, I decided to start traveling between some of the smaller villages around us, including the one I had been born in.”

Nevi shifted so she could look at the unconscious man she'd been speaking to. As far as she'd been able to tell, he'd received a nasty knock to his head from a falling branch. If she hadn't found him, she guessed that he might have died. ”I've been traveling since. My nails grew and hardened a few months after I'd left. Tiana revealed her true form to me about four years back. Around that time, one of the local nobles wanted me to treat his child. He paid quite nicely. I've had several run-ins with the local authorities. Usually because they're chasing someone. Some of those times, I'd treated the person they were pursuing only days or hours before and that person has moved on.” She fingered the torc at her neck. ”A year or two ago, I met a nice couple. Another half-elf and a dryad. A few months back, I started taking partial animal forms. They've proved useful but I'm still getting used to them.” She reached up and touched the tiny antlers sprouting from near her forehead. ”Yes, I am most definitely still getting used to the partial forms...”

RP Sample:

 

Days after she'd managed to rouse the man she'd found in the forest and was certain that he'd be fine, Nevi entered the little village of Hart's Ford. There was a small stream running through the middle of the village that gave it its name. She went to the headman's house, like she always did. Unlike normal, there was a letter waiting for her.

”The man who gave me this said he'd be dropping off one at each of the villages that you frequent,” the headman said, handing her the folded parchment.

”Did he give any idea as to what it's about?” When the headman shook his head, Nevi sighed and carefully pried up the somewhat familiar wax seal with a long, carefully trimmed nail. Things baring the royal seal were rarely good. She unfolded the parchment and began reading. Her expression got grimmer and grimmer the further she read.

”Something wrong?”

”Yes.” Nevi's one word answer came out as a growl. She glanced at her hands and realized that she'd taken a partial form without thinking. Given the striped pattern that now adorned her flesh, she was sure her eyes had gone golden. Her pupils had become vertically slitted years ago. Just like her canines elongating slightly. ”Apparently I've been conscripted into the Empire's military.”

She reread the last couple of paragraphs as she considered ignoring the missive. She'd only been conscripted for one mission. Unless the Emperor changed his mind, of course. That didn't sound too bad. Nor did the earlier bit about sailing to the New World. That would just be a new, and hopefully temporary, adventure. No, what worried her was the last bit. She didn't have land, holdings or titles. Her mother had a small bit of land that her cottage and tiny garden was on. And there was Rose. The woman was like a mother to her and there was no telling what the Empire might do to her if she failed to show up. That didn't even begin to account for all the people she'd gotten to know during the last decade.

Closing her eyes, Nevi sighed. She had no options. She'd have to go.

”Do you have any idea why you've been conscripted?”

Nevi looked up at the headman. Her golden eyes danced with determination as they locked on his hazel. ”I can only guess the exact reason. I know I've helped fugitives. Often unknowingly, but I still helped them because, as you know, I try to help every injured person who crosses my path. The Guard isn't overly happy with me because of that but they don't hate me because I heal their personnel as well. Perhaps that is why I've been summoned. Or maybe my help has inspired small bands to rebel against the Empire. Or perhaps it's because I have to reservations about confronting nobles about getting more healers in the remoter areas under their control.” She closed her eyes again and rubbed her temple. ”There are several possible reasons why I might have been conscripted but the Emperor only needed one. He's even put in enough of a threat that I don't dare risk angering him for fear of the consequences that might be forced upon those I care about since there isn't much that he could do to me personally.”

Passengers:

Hawke While I'm not about to complain about having a friend on board, I can't help but wonder what he did to end up here. As far as I know, he's never done anything to anger the Emporer.

Jurgen He seems like a flirt and teens to come across as shallow. Still, I suppose he can't be all bad if he likes animals.

Reggie From what little I've observed, it seems like he's got a chip on his shoulder. Or maybe just something to prove. If it's the chip, maybe I can find a way to help make it smaller or get rid of it entirely.

NPCs:

Zenevieva Nevi's mother and the only blood-related family she knows. She still lives and, while largely retired, works in the village where Nevi was born.

Rose Nevi's witch mentor. She helped Nevi to learn about herself as a witch and a healer. She also helped Nevi to learn that she was a pact witch who had, somehow, formed some sort of contract with Nirvana while she was still a young child. Rose is largely retired, having taught a few of the village's children to be midwives and minor healers.

Gherla Herol It's nice to know that I'm not the only Healer being sent to the New World. While I loosely follow the Old Gods, her belief is much stronger. Still, it's interesting to pass the time talking about various healing techniques and methods.

[Seekr34]

Cristal, my half-elf Hawke also from Sudetenland. We could have them cross paths or something.

[Cristal08Darkmoon]

Seekr, we could work something in. I'm planning on having her be a wandering healer among some of the smaller, and more remote, villages of Sudetenland, it would have to be in or near one of them. PM me and we can discuss ideas.

[wodine]

Originally Posted by DukeofTuring

All I needed to know . Just feeling a bit left out...

Everything is fine except you can't have a diplomat to one of your own fiefdoms. She would have been a Counselor of State.

[DukeofTuring]

Originally Posted by wodine

Everything is fine except you can't have a diplomat to one of your own fiefdoms. She would have been a Counselor of State.

I can go with that. Bottom line, I want my character's family to have an impressive lineage but to currently be limited to assistants to the Emperor with an impressive last name .

[Rylus]

I think my app if complete. I did the 'other passenger' section using only the personality and physical descriptions of other apps so anyone i don't have on the list doesn't have one of those things...hope that's ok. Feedback from anyone would be great.

[wodine]

I put a chart together of all the apps in the second post in this thread. If the details are wrong or I missed your app please let me know so I can update it.

Thanks

[Seekr34]

I had the npcs and passengers listed.

[dalarangreen]

~ Catrin Gantzlan ~
Tamer of Barbarians, Arbiter, and Profiteer
(inspirational image)

Description and Personality Who is Catrin? As the rightful inheritor of the famous Gantlzan Trading Co., Catrin knows how to dress to impress. She knows precisely which earrings accentuate her discerning blue eyes and exactly the right colored attire to appear both sharp and imposing, without appearing unapproachable. She refuses to wear dresses on principle, preferring well-crafted leather tunics and finest furs. Catrin prefers quality over quantity, and practicality over frivolity. Her wardrobe is no exception. "Know your audience," is a tenet which guides both Catrin's choice of style and her actions. Though she normally lets her short blonde hair run wild, she shapes her short blonde hair to whatever fashion suits the moment. Is she at the table with wealthy merchants? At an orc blood-letting ceremony? A miner's tavern? Her ability to recognize the customs and cultures of those around her is a part of what distinguishes her as a shrewd businesswoman. However, Catrin is no chameleon. Self-possessed and ambitious, she refuses to fit into the mores society would put upon her. It is no wonder that the higher-ups in the Gantzlan Trading Co. fear her. Especially because of her apparent empathy with the working class, as well as those rumors about the woman frequently consorting with savages and barbaric tribes. Rumors or no, there is one thing that can be said about Catrin with certainty: Catrin is driven by a desire to make her mark on the world, and she is willing to take big risks to achieve her goals.

Background Daughter of Hans Gantzlan...   Everyone from Kirkmont knows about the famous Gantzlan Trading Co. The Gantzlan Trading Co., originally a small lumber dealer, began its growth to one of the largest business conglomerations in Kirkmont when its owner, Alfred Gantzlan, recognized the economic importance of the invention of black powder. Though not directly involved in black powder manufacturing, Alfred Gantzlan began to grow a fortune through canny investments and insightful trade deals. Since then the Gantzlan Trading Co. has gone through its gains and losses, but has remained a symbol of Kirkmont entrepreneurship. Now, the current company is lead by Hans Gantzlan, Catrin Gantzlan's father. Over the last few years, Hans has lead the company into a time of booming profits. His success has meant that Hans Gantzlan will likely pass on an extremely large inheritance, along with rights of ownership of the Gantzlan Trading Co. Of course, these rights are normally passed along to the firstborn son, Catrin's second-rate brother, Peter. While not inept, Peter enjoys the trappings and gossip of court life, and he is far more concerned about his personal image than he is about business. This means that Peter is easily swayed and manipulated by appropriate ego-stroking and gifts of loyalty. Thus, many high-level advisers in the Gantzlan Trading Co. see Peter as the perfect puppet leader of the company: someone who can be the face of the company while others control things from the shadows. It is no secret that Catrin holds particular disdain for her brother Peter. A bet for the right to inherit...   Catrin grew up with one role model: Princess Angelika Olivia Reikslair. Though Catrin has never met the Princess, Angelika's reputation as an intelligent, headstrong woman was influential for Catrin. Inspirational, even. Catrin idolized the Princess and did her best to develop her wit and her skills, hoping to one day serve the future Empress. So it was with great dismay that Catrin discovered that the Princess would not become the heir to the throne. How could they?!? Catrin took the announcement particularly personally because she knew that it was her own dunce-of-an-older-brother who was slated to inherit the Gantzlan Trading Co. If the King would pass up his firstborn child as heir, why wouldn't her father pass up Peter? Of course, because she is a woman. Luckily for Catrin, she had always known that Peter was supposed to inherit the Gantzlan Trading Co. and had been scheming and looking for opportunities to take over for much of her life. When she was 16, the opportunity found her. It was well-known that her brother liked to gamble. On this particular occasion, he and his friends were drinking and discussing the recent issues trying to obtain minerals from the Barren Wastes. While the Gantzlan Trading Co. had made some recent dealings with a few tribes that promised to be very profitable, several other tribes had been ambushing their caravans along the road. Pesky savages, always causing problems. "Maybe you should go and talk to them," Catrin remembers saying. This comment began a series of exchanges of argument, blame, and insults which ended with Peter wondering, if she were so smart, why didn't she just go and talk to them herself? In the heat of the moment, Catrin convinced Peter to make a bet with her. If she went to the Wastes and was able to personally create a safe and viable trade route with the "savages", that Peter would rescind his right to inherit the ownership of the Gantzlan Trading Co. and give her the right instead. Maybe it was the beer, maybe it was his disbelief in his sister's competence, but Peter agreed to Catrin's bet. She even got it signed in writing, official-like, with signatures of witnesses who were present. Catrin cherishes and safeguards the letter to this day, hoping to use it to her advantage when the time is right. Tamer of Barbarians...   Tamer of Barbarians? In Catrin's mind, this is a stupid title made by arrogant and misguided people whose hubris has prevented them from actually having to deal with the uncivilized tribes of the Wastes. There is no such thing as "Taming" barbarians. But there are certainly ways of coming to agreements and terms with them. It's just not something that can be writ out on paper and bound by some sort of governing law. Really, Catrin ought to have the title, "Person who took time to pay attention to the customs of the Barbarians and speak their language." That is far more accurate. Catrin doesn't try and correct people, though; sometimes there is great advantage in having stupid titles, especially when it comes to Empire politics... After making the bet with her brother, Catrin made plans to go to the Wastes. She wasn't naive about the difficulty of the bet she had made with her brother. The barbarians of the Wastes were not going to let some girl waltz into their territory and start making peace. Maybe Peter was hoping that Catrin was thinking of making exactly that kind of mistake and being rid of her once and for all. Instead, Catrin did her research. She learned everything she could about the Wastes, the tribes in the Wastes, who was who. Then she attempted to befriend herself with several of the emissaries from the Wastes stationed in Kirkmont. This was no simple task. However, her persistence and research paid off. One of the emissaries in particular, Thuk Gjarda, took a special liking to Catrin. He was especially amused when Catrin told him about the bet she had made with her brother. Thuk Gjarda agreed to take Catrin under his wing, basically as an apprentice, though such words don't exactly translate from Gjarda's native tongue. Amongst his people, Thuk Gjarda is what is known as a in terms of pathfinder, a Skald classMystic Wordsmith--or more directly translated, "He whose words grant mystic power." Under Thuk's tutelage, Catrin learned the ways of the Wordsmith, as well as the stories and myths of Thuk and his people. She spent five years learning from Thuk, how he spoke to his people, how he negotiated with other tribes. Also how to fight to defend herself, how to fight to kill others, and a little bit of magic on the side as well. In fact, when she returned from her years traveling with Thuk in the Wastes, it was difficult to recognize Catrin. However, when Catrin approached her father in his office with the signed promissory note of inheritance, along with multiple trade agreements with the tribes of the Wastes made in the name of Gantzlan Trading Co., there could be no doubt: this woman was the real deal. His father praised her for the trade agreements, but ignored the issue of inheritance, leaving it an open question whether Catrin or Peter might follow as head of the Gantzlan Trading Co. After all, Hans Gantzlan felt the need to punish his son for stupidly signing away his rights--regardless of the reason--but at the same time, was not about to hand over the company to his daughter. Leaving doubts in both of their minds felt like the most profitable action: maybe Peter would be motivated to make something of himself, and his daughter had already demonstrated a willingness to do hard work in order to prove herself. Hans Gantzlan looked forward to seeing what earnings his children might accrue in their vie for his estate. Conscripted by the Empire...   It is fairly obvious to Catrin why she was conscripted by the Empire: Peter's faction in the Gantzlan Trading Co. wanted her as far from Kirkmont as possible. Hopefully, to die in some voyage mishap. Her father had consented because, if Cecil Coranth was going on the voyage, there was a strong possibility that there were resources and prospecting rights on the line. Hans Gantlzan smelled profit, and his daughter was as capable as any to make sure the Gantzlan Trading Co. got its share. Of course, there were the other "on-paper" reasons as well. Catrin had made a name for herself as a "Tamer of Barbarians". If the colonists were to run into any savages, then of course, having someone experienced in "subduing them" would be handy to have around. Catrin, for her part, chose not to protest. After all, what was she going to do now that it was a summons from the Emperor himself? Besides, Catrin had her father's business sense. If there were profits to be had in the future colonies, Catrin could leverage her successes as a part of this colonizing voyage in her favor. She had already slapped her brother in the face once through her success in the Wastes. She would relish the looks on all of his puppeteer's faces when she came back from the colonies with fame and fortune.

Basics Info Name: Catrin Gantzlan Race: Human Origin: Kirkmont Class: Skald (advanced class guide) Intended Role: Trade dealer, negotiator with savages, buffer / bruiser

NPCs   Thuk Gjarda - Mentor (inspirational image) Thuk Gjarda is an emissary from one of the barbaric tribes from the Barren Wastes. Respected amongst his people as a Mystic Wordsmith, Thuk Gjarda has been chosen to represent his tribe because of his powerful presence and strong voice. With a booming laugh and unassuming sense of humor, Thuk is as quick to befriend a person as to scare them off. Thuk was first introduced to Catrin as a young woman looking to seek her fortune trading with the barbarians of the Wastes. After she told him about her bet with her brother, he decided to take her under his wing. Together they traveled to and from the Wastes, Thuk teaching her bits and pieces of his wisdom, a few morsels at a time. From how to fight, to how to speak, Catrin absorbed everything she could from Thuk's presence. Eventually, she even learned how to use words of power to stir up the Raging Song feature for Skaldshidden anger in people, bringing forth their true strengths. Though Catrin has left his tutelage to pursue her own dreams and aspirations, Thuk still remains Catrin's most trusted counselor, mentor, teacher, and friend. Ingrid Zeither - Tanner and Hideworker (inspirational image) Ingrid Zeither may be an ordinary tanner and hideworker, but Catrin could see that the young woman had talent. Though she mainly works with leather, Ingrid seemed perfectly comfortable mending the sailor's sea-dragon-hide armor, just as she would any other type of material. The woman just had a keen sense for how to put pieces together, regardless of what creature it came from. It was the natural ingenuity and sense of the material that caught Catrin's eye. Many a lesser crafter gets stuck using the same material and would be useless without familiar tools and materials. Catrin made sure to build a relationship with the young woman, and expected to visit her often once they settled in the islands. Ingrid joined the colonists to avoid her step-mother's wrath. She doesn't like to talk about it. However, if you avoid this topic of conversation, you will find Ingrid to be an enthusiastic and cheerful young woman. And she is pretty, even though she has hardened callouses on her hand that demarcate her of the common people. If her step-mother hadn't been so jealous of her beauty, Ingrid might have easily married her family into a higher class. As it was, Ingrid had disowned her family for good. Young and filled with hope, Ingrid sees the colonies as the start of a brand new life.

Impressions   Things Catrin Ought to Keep to Herself... Governor Cecil Coranth: Catrin respects the Governor, even if the two don't always see eye to eye. As a fellow entrepreneur, she recognizes and understands his decisions and ambitions very well. However, she mainly disagrees on his philosophy of "wealth" before "lives". Obviously, Catrin was in it for the money as well, but she tended to believe that providing livelihoods for people lead to greater long-term payouts then using people once for short-term gains. - Theomar Lassic: Catrin was surprised to find comfort in Theo's presence. His battle-grizzled presence reminded her of Thuk Gjarda, her old mentor and teacher. The man was a little more clean-shaven and a little less obscure, but had clearly stood toe-to-toe with the tribes of the Wastes. That enough deserved her respect. - Corrivander Bookbinder: Catrin has mixed feelings about the halfling historian. Though she acknowledges his knowledge of the history and culture of the Empire, Catrin feels that the halfling has spent too much time cooped up with his books. It is one thing to have learned something from a book. It is another thing to have learned from experience. Catrin wondered if Corrivander was lacking in the latter. - Theodour Stempson: A farm boy. Chosen for his muscle, probably. Catrin is not sure if he can contribute anything more. But the colonies needed people like that too. - Hawke Amill: Catrin had come across people like Hawke before. They were mostly the kind of people best to hire to protect shipments and caravans on the road. A mercenary type. The Gantzlan Trading Co. frequently requested their services, particularly when doing any sort of dealings with the barbarian tribes of the Barren Wastes. - Senieth Ros'linor: Catrin gave Senieth a wide berth--as much as was possible on the cramped ships. Catrin had learned some witchcraft and magic from Thuk, enough to sense when someone was dangerous. And Senieth was dangerous indeed. There was powerful magic in the woman, and Catrin thought it wise not to disturb it. - Merrick Blackwood: The quintessential stoic knight. A useful and practical individual to have on the voyage. Unfortunately straight-edged, Catrin imagined. Unlike Theo Lassic, the man was unlikely to approve of anything unconventional. Mostly, this just meant that other more creative people, like Catrin, would have to account for his traditional ways. - Cina O'Shami: A peculiar individual, it is easiest to compare Cina to those wanderers Catrin has met among the Tribes of the Wastes. A little more refined, but a wandering, warrior spirit. Catrin appreciates that among the sailors, Cina is diligent, hard-working, and knows her craft. Catrin appreciates that Cina follows the orders of the Captain without question. That lack of hesitation would be critical if a crisis should ever arise.

Roleplay Sample   'This man's trying to cheat us,' Catrin thought to herself, incredulously. Catrin knew that these simple weapons were scheduled to be sent to the barbarians of the Wastes, that was true, but this level of quality was unacceptable. Certainly not for their agreed upon price. Not to mention, the Tribes of the Wastes were seasoned warriors: they would easily notice such flaws in these blades. Did this man really think he was going to get away with selling subpar goods to the Gantzlan Trading Co.? Or was it because he was dealing with the Company through her? That was it, she realized. Someone in the Company had told the smith to offer her this trash: they had expected Catrin not to notice. Then the smith and his accomplice from within the Company would split the profits. Or otherwise, if the poor quality weapons were noticed, the blame would fall upon Catrin and she would have her reputation tarnished for accepting the deal. 'Those god-damn, scheming...' It was someone from her brother's faction, no doubt about it. They had been growing increasingly antsy because of her natural ability to drive a hard bargain. She was making large contributions to the Company's profit margin and they knew it. "Ok, Mr. Leynard. You must think I'm some sort of schmuck. No, no need to apologize!" she interrupted the protesting smith, whose grin seemed to be fading. She drew her sword out calmly, running her finger along it with an air of boredom and ignorance. "Yes, instead of an apology, how about you listen to a short story? I think you'll like it. This one is about a mouse and a wolf. There once was a little mouse who happened to live in a wolf's den. The little mouse was very impressed by his living situation. There were no predators who came by his door. It was warm. Sometimes, the mouse even got to munch on a few scraps left behind by the wolf." "One day, the bold little mouse went off to boast to his little mouse friends about where he lived. 'It is great,' he told his companions, proudly, 'I have this whole, big den all to myself. It's like I own a mansion!'" "Just then, the wolf appeared and scooped up all the little mouse's companions in one bite," Catrin suddenly cut her sword through the air, punctuating the climax of her story. "The wolf turned to the little mouse, recognizing him. 'Would you like some of the leftovers?' the wolf asked calmly, 'I can leave them for you in my den, if you would like.'" "The end." Catrin swung her sword lazily in the air once more, before returning it to its sheath. "What did you think of my story? The mouse is pretty lucky to have such a wolf looking out for him, don't you think?" Catrin turned towards the smith, piercing his soul with her cold blue eyes. She let the silence hang, poignant like the edge of a knife. "How about this: you go back and give me some proper weapons, like I asked for before. Then you tell me who told you these shoddy things were worth selling to the Gantzlan Trading Co." Catrin smiled easily, "I'll tell you what, since I'm feeling particularly nice, I'll even take these garbage-items off your hands," Catrin gestured at the poor-quality weapons the smith had been trying to sell her. "You won't even need to draw up a new contract: the terms of payment will be otherwise identical." The smith, Mr. Leynard nodded meekly, before turning to rush to the back of his shop. Catrin sighed with sympathy. The poor man had his work cut out for him. Maybe next time he would be smarter than to listen to the voice of greedy politicians.

[AximusLokar]

@wodine : Not sure if - is the same as Done on that list. If it's not can you let me know what I'm missing? If it was the WiP tag on the class part that's more because, if selected, that could change a little based on what else the party has. I've got it mostly locked down but there are certain aspects that I had questions on that I didn't want to bother you about because you mentioned you don't need sheets beforehand, and I didn't want to be the one to open the floodgates on sheet questions.

[wodine]

Just over a week left to flesh out those apps everybody!!