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This will be the player discussion thread for when the game starts. How a player discussion thread works for those that don't know is simple.

In my game there will be three threads. The game thread, the campaign discussion thread, and this thread.

This thread is for player on player discussions only. You as players and characters discuss plans of action, converse about trading, get to know each other, keep a log of your current line of quests and in general your direction, etc etc. The tried and true method that seems to work well enough in the other game thread is simple.

Player one states something in the GAME thread.

Player two responds either as a one time response in the GAME thread, or if they wish to continue the discussion in length, Player two responds with @Player 1- Continued in Player Discussion thread.


So if you're posting a quick tidbit to another player and it only warrants a "Yeah sure we can do that" from the other player, you don't need to put it in the player discussion thread. But anything more complex or lengthy (anything three or more posts basically) is to be discussed here.



The campaign discussion thread you will use for technical info about the game. It is purely out of game only, and used for discussing potential rule questions and for any approval for using something custom in game, such as how the titans function or where to locate a certain rule, spell, item, feat, skill, class or prestige class, etc etc.

And finally, the Game thread is for all in game discussions and actions. This is where player on NPC discussions happen, as well as travels, encounters, combat, and so on.

Each of you are going to have a unique intro to the game, so you may or may not know each other depending on how I make your backgrounds fit into Rhodes.


I would like all players to post one time and post a link or copy of their character in this thread (so the first five replies to this thread should be nothing but character sheets for reference). If you don't have your character made quite yet, you can simply make a post saying "Reserved for character." I would really prefer the first five posts to be -character sheets (including backgrounds) only-.


Please don't use this thread for discussing in game things yet. The game hasn't started and you may not know who you're talking to.


EDIT:

Just to be repetitive-


Official Posted characters include-
~A Halfling rogue ranger of Skia (Claudius)
~A Silverbrow human bard of Fos (Annette)
~A Dwarven Monk cleric of Skia (Treblin)
~A Changeling Rogue of Nero (Mistsonata)

[url="http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=305823"]Allexa's character sheet[/url]

My character can be always checked in my signature.

Here is my character Jeronis


More background not on my sheet:

Jeronis grew up the son of Helda and Jeronis Sr. who lived in a rural farming village outside of Rhodes. His father and mother were taylors along with the household. Jeronis was the the third born child of five siblings. Two older sisters a younger brother and sister. He never much listened to his instructions in the business, but his father noted his surprising aim with the sling on their bird hunting outings. Both parents were very understanding and there was no pressure to follow the family business.

Jeronis was set up at the age of 20 with his Uncle Rupert who was a trapper and dealer in furs. From this time he spent his day learning of trapping, hunting game, and so forth. Uncle Rupert wasn't just a trapper in his spare times he collected nightshade herbs and distilled his own brand of drug laced moonshine. A 'merchant' would pick up the furs and stash them hidden in the merchants waterskin. Once within the city the potent tonic would be divided and diluted with wine which had been mulled with spices to cover the taste and then distributed to nobles or others out for a 'good time'.

A lot of this Jeronis picked up over time. There was no 'big talk' rather consistently him and uncle had always cut corners on reporting game and paying taxes. Thousands of ways to cheat. Jeronis was not dumb and he knew that Rupert had more money than he could have been making with furs.

Sensing that he wanted to find his own way to make a mark in the world Jeronis asked how he could get involved. His uncle thought about this knowing his nephew's fine skill with thrown weapons and stalking game. He suggested that Jeronis meet with a woman, Merina, he knew who was connected in smuggling. The planning, the implementation, the whole operation.

They decided to use his talents as a scout for the operation. He learned the trade of the rogue. Officially a guard. Jeronis role was to go along with the trader and keep his eyes and ears out for anything funny.

He also worked for legit merchant companies as a guard which added to his alibi should he need one or so he thought. On some of these he traveled across country and as he got more interested in legitimate work he became friends with some of the other scouts among them Sira Megav a middle age ranger.

Jeronis proved himself not only in defending the caravans, but also in learning more about the wilds He apprenticed to Megav and moved away from Rupert and learned the trade, ranger. One night Megav asked him as they had a meal of stew and ale: "I've seen what you are doing with the furrier" "yeah I have eyes" "and I want a cut"

Not knowing what to do Jeronis says "YOU don't want to get involved in this, believe me." "Don't know if you've said something where you shouldn't have but you shouldn't be talking to me about this. I'll let you know if they need someone like you." "Seriously you don't know what your getting into...how about I buy you a bucket of ale as big as your head and we go fishing. As your cut."

Next thing he heard was that Megav had been killed..

Completed

[url="http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=305478"]Gu'dan Avenaar[/url]

Description: Gu'dan is a stout dwarf, nearly as wide as he is tall. His skin is worn, very dark and tattooed heavily. He wears only a tattered robe with a belt around his waist from which hangs a large sack and an waterskin. Despite his aged, delapitable looks his body is in impeccable shape. A freak of nature in a sense, as a dwarf as large as he is appears able to perform feats of dazzling dexterity and acts of amazing strength. He is completely bald, instead of hair he has tattoos, dwarven runes in fact, meaning balance, strength and honor. His beard, split into two braids that flow down to his midchest a deep gray color.

Personality: Gu'dan is one with the universe, accepting all for what they are. He is indifferent when it comes to good and evil, for the world must have balance in order to succeed. A disciplined fighter he never goes looking for a fight, but if one comes to him he will be quick to show his victim to never underestimate an unarmored dwarf again. A zealous pursuit of injustice holds steady in his mind whether it be the injustice of a nation or the injustice of persecution amongst man. When it comes to material things, they are meaningless for to have not is to want not. Although Gu'dan performs many acts of goodness he is not above anything, including murder if it must be to keep the balance.

Background: Clan Avenaar was forced to the surface during the change of the world brought on by the War. The Clan fought valiantly for the lands they claimed as their own for centuries past, but alas to no avail as one by one they fell, leaving only two survivors of the Clan, a female named Mathria and her husband Ba'rath. They fled to the city of Rhodes from the mountains that once stood in what now is Elysium. Alone, and scared they tried to pull themselves together knowing that they were the last of their ancestors. Many years past before Mathria became pregnant with child and the two remaining Avenaars rejoiced. Mathria gave birth in the Spring, to a son she named Gu'dan. Sadly, a day later Mathria succumed to the dangers of child birth and passed away in the arms of Ba'rath. Ba'rath was distrought, aging rapidly in years and unable to care for young Gu'dan. He decided that he would place his Son where he thought he would be best cared for, the Temple of Skia, for which he had come to worship at over the years as the Gods had come to pass. In itself, Ba'rath thought would undue the injustice of his beloved Mathrias death, by giving life to the Titan.
A Cleric of Skia, a younger, dwarf of a Clan which Ba'rath did not know, or care at this point... took pity upon Ba'rath and ensured him that care would be taken of Gu'dan. Ba'rath left, a broken soul and wandered off into Elysium never to be heard from again. By the age of 15 Gu'dan was the size of a small human child with the exception of the fact that he was about four times as strong. He began to aid the Temple in any means desired, for this was his family. He grew over the years not realizing he was different than the others, weither they be the elders and leaders that came and went or the common citizen coming to worship. By the age of 30, nearing adulthood he took upon himself the burden of commiting himself to Skia fully an attempt at earning the great blessings. He studied and studied with the Elders above him learning the rituals and how to tap into the powers of Skia. By age 35 he had been ordained as a cleric of Skia, presented with heroing adornments of weapons and armors as well as sharing in the riches the Temple had provided him. Gu'dan had grown into a dwarf of good intent, believing in balance and his pursuit of injustice. In has travels at age 36 he came upon a dwarven man staggering through the gates of Rhodes, bleeding profusely and horribly injured. He questioned the man who was hardly able to stand about what happened to him. The man told him a story of great malevolance a story which shocked the still young Gu'dan. The man claimed he had come within moments of dying before he was able to retreat from his foes and that if he had only had been properly armored he may have been able to escape his now dilapatated fate. Gu'dan laid his hands upon the man, healing his wounds enough to stop the bleeding. Gu'dan shed his breastplate and heavy mace, handing to the dwarven man before him. You must go good sir, you must return to your advesaries, take these protections of mine and fight back at the injustice they have caused you. The dwarven man cried at the touch of Gu'dans hands touching him and the generosity of his gifts. Looking into Gu'dans eyes the man realized that this was his son, the son he gave up so many years ago before wandered off into Elysium. As proud as he was, he dare not speak a word of it. He graciously took the items turned from Gu'dan thanking the Lad. May by Skias will I return he said as he returned to emptiness of the outside world. Gu'dan looked around him, proudly and somberly. He felt the sensation of helping another follow the teachings of Skia. He treasured the moment. For the next twenty-nine days Gu'dan took it upon himself to take his new found gifts from the Temple, including the personal wealth he was given and began to roam the city streets, dressed in nothing but his vestments. When he happened upon the poor, he would provide them with food, water and a bed to sleep in. When he happened upon the rich, he would stand strongly before them preaching, alerting them to the fact that there were poor they could help. When he happened upon a hunter, whom hunted for mere sport he would purchase the animal and bring it to a butcher to be prepared for meals for free. Quickly Gu'dan learned that injustice could be seen just about anywhere he looked depending on threw whos eyes one looked. A month had passed and Gu'dan returned to the Temple, declaring to the Elders that he wished to take the Sacred Vow taught in long lost books and now through only oratory tales. Upon the declaration Gu'dan insisted upon taking a Vow of Poverty, he had learned in the past month that no man need not when they want not. From that day forward Gu'dan felt more at peace than he ever had before, he felt pure and calm and an overwhelming sense of closeness with his beliefs. At age 37, Gu'dan left the temple to pursue a new way of defending himself if battle ever called. After forsaking anything but his frock and enough to eat and drink for the day he visited the Monestary of Master Gaf'n'ki. Gu'dan explained to the Master that he had no ability to pay for his training, but he would offer assistance to anyone whom stepped through the doors of the Monestary free of charge. The Master agreed and a three year long training session commensed. By age 40 Master Gaf'n'ki, realizing his pupil was extrodinary in many ways decided it was time for him to test his skills outside the Monestary and sent Gu'dan to do just that. Gu'dan stands now, an adult dwarven male looking for adventure and to hone his skills to make his Masters in both Gaf'n'ki, The Temple of Skia, and Skia himself proud.

I took another look at masterwork armor, and I think you were wrong when you had me add an extra 150 to the price of my chain shirt +1. The exact wording is "All magic armors and shields are automatically considered to be of masterwork quality." This seems to imply that the price of masterwork is already automatically included in the +1000 gp.

Name: Sinéad Cedewain
Race: Silverbrow Human
Class: Bard 3
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Worships: Fos
Size: Medium
Height: 5"6'
Weight: 130lb
Haircolor: Red with silver streaks
Age: 22

HP-13
AC-19
BAB- 2
Attack- Rapier +2 (+2 BAB)
Speed: 30ft
XP: 3000/6000

Ability Scores:
STR-10
DEX-16
CON-10
INT-14
WIS-8
CHA-16

Saves:
Reflex- 6=3+3
Will- 2=3+(-1)
Fortitude-1=1+0

Skills:
Perform (Vocals)- 9=6+3
Perform (Dance)- 9=6+3
Perform (Act)- 7=4+3
Move Silently- 5=2+3
Hide- 5=2+3
Tumble- 9=6+3
Diplomacy- 11=6+3+2
Bluff- 9=6+3
Intimidate- 9=4+3+2
Disguise- 13=6+3+2+2

Feats:
Melodic Casting
Snowflake Wardance

Traits:
Cautious

Racial Features/Special Abilities:
Dragonblood Subtype: Silver
Feather Fall 1/day
Disguise Aptitude: +2 racial Disguise bonus, Disguise as class skill
Human Bonus Feat- Dragonfire Inspiration
Bardic Music
Inspire Courage +1
Bardic Knowledge
Fascinate
Countersong
Inspire Competence

Spells:
Prestigitation
Detect Magic
Songbird
Ghost Harp
Minor Disguise
Mage Hand
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Inspirational Boost
Silent Image
Charm Person

Languages:
Common
Draconic
Elven

Equipment:
Rapier (20 GP)
Adventuring Gear (20 GP- Tent, blanket, bedroll, flint & steel, hemp rope, sack, backpack, belt pouch, oil, torch, waterskin, rations x6)
Chain Shirt+1 (1250 GP)
Light Wooden Shield (3 GP)

Gold: 1707

Background: I never knew either of my parents. Before he died, my Uncle Alain used to tell me that they were soldiers way back when, but I find that hard to believe. One with my talent and skill could never come from the union of a couple of grunts! No, Alain was probably just drunk when he told me that.

Not that I disliked him. On the contrary, I loved my uncle. That doesn't erase the fact that he was one of the worst drunkards I've ever met, and that he died of liver cancer at age 38. My twin brother always resented him for "abandoning" us for the drink, as he used to put it, but I could never do that. He and my father (his brother) were close, and his death hit Alain hard.

My other brother, Georg, was the proverbial black sheep of the remaining family. It didn't take him long after Alain's death to get involved with the Shades, a gang that told itself that it ran our section of Rhodes. Georg did well for a while, selling somewhat less than legal substances to minors, but things turned ugly pretty fast. They always do, don't they?

About a year into that, one of the kids who bought from Georg regularly died from something Georg gave him. The law was getting uncomfortably close, so Georg ran. On morning my other brother, Jon, and I woke up and Georg was just gone. About a week later, he was back- or, at least, his head was. The Shades had caught up to him before the watch could, and they'd apparently decapitaded him and hollowed out his head. I think there was a snarky comment carved on his forehead about how "empty headed" he was, but it was a bit hard to make out. Blood has a nasty tendency to keep flowing even after you finished your artwork, after all.

We were fourteen at the time, which was too young to get any decent job, and the Shades were threatening to take the hovel Georg had bought for us unless we paid up what Georg still owed them. So, being the idiot I am, I decided to continue Georg's job instead. You know, the one that had gotten him killed a week prior?

I didn't want to dealing drugs like Georg (they seemed a bit too close to alcohol for my tastes), so I got involved in the black market. And I was good; I've always had a way with words, and I used that to my advantage when making deals. That lasted until a few weeks ago, actually.

As aforementioned, things will inevitably go to hell. If I had a personal philosophy, that'd be it. Something I sold was apparently a hell of a lot more valuable than I'd thought, so the Shades decided to take their losses out of my personal savings. Upon discovering that I have none, they decided to take it out of me.

Three assassins came for us one night. Jon escaped to Fos knows where, but they managed to corner me in the cellar. I have no idea how, but was able to fight my way free of them with nothing more than a kitchen knife. Once my battle frenzy had cleared, I grabbed the sword off one corpse and the armor off another, and took off into the night.

Here I am.

Shila (Readonly)

OOC: What's my relationship with this Sundown?

You don't know much about him other than that he's a gang leader just like the leader of the Shades. You've often heard the shades talking about him as if they were in business with him.

Guys and gals,

Its a stretch for me, claudius, to think like a criminal and have survival behaviour. I was trying to roleplay easygoing but I think Sundown might kill Shile or else myself?? Anyhow if I mess up too much let me know

Do you honestly think I'd kill off characters so early in the game?

I'm not that evil

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Nah, I didn't think you would really kill us, though I wondered if my characters words and actions were making sense.

(Continued from Annette and Treblin's post in the campaign thread)

"Yes, sorry, I'm a changeling. I had forgotten to tell you. Don't worry, though, this is the form I use the most often, the one you saw when you met me was just for working the streets, that's all." She waves her hand dismissively, "And it's beside the point. I have some info on the man you were after, he's—" she stops, turning as Gu'dan addresses her.

"Excuse me? Hello? Excuse me? Errr, Lass? What do you know of the Midnight Owl?"

"As of yet? Very little." She said, a twinge of annoyance crossing her face. "It would seem as though everyone is looking for this person today. I'm beginning to think he owes money to someone seedy." She turned her attention back to Sinead. "Speaking of which, what did you learn from Mr. Sleeps-in-a-box-of-knives?"

"So far, absolutely nothing," I admit. "He wants me to meet him upstairs in a few minutes to 'pay' him for his service, but I honestly doubt whether he can bring me any closer to either the Owl or my brother. All the same, I think I should give it a shot." Unable to resist, I also ask, "Does he really sleep in a box with knives? Not that I'd be incredibly surprised, it's just kind of... well, moderately surprising."

Allexa huffs, amused, folding her arms over her chest. "Either he sleeps on a bed of knives or he asked Nero to shred his skin up. I can't remember." She stops abruptly. "Wait, he said he wanted you to go upstairs and 'pay' him? Really?" She offers the silverbrow human a smirk. "Assuming you're using the euphemism that I'm thinking of, I take it you were going to go 'accommodate' him? Pity. Such a waste."

I shrug. "Hey, it beats paying with gold. Anyway, you said you have a lead on Midnight?" I suddenly frown, realizing that you refrained from mentioning him by name. "Are we not supposed to talk about him?"

"Apparently his name isn't favorably heard here, especially with Sundown." She glances about to see if anyone was giving them undue attention. "The bartender told me that there was an old warlock living down the street who might be able to tell us where to find him."

[QUOTE="Spot"]1d20+4
5+4 = 9[/QUOTE]

You don't notice anyone noticing you.

I appologize for being rude my goodwomen. My name is Gu'dan of the Avenaar Clan. Listening to this conversation I think perhaps we should step outside and talk with a little more privacy regarding these matters. Gu'dan raises his arms, palms up reaching over his head pulling his hood over. Lowering his head in a half-nod toward the female company as he heads toward the exit.