Reign of Winter: A Pathfinder Chronicle

"If I run away from the town that fears my abilities and then save the town by developing more abilities, maybe they'll accept my abilities!"
 
"If I run away from the town that fears my abilities and then save the town by developing more abilities, maybe they'll accept my abilities!"
being a teenager don't think hes planned that far in advance, but probably be the way he heads.
 
*Stares at the Kineticist page*

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I'mma be honest... that shit looks a little too janky for my liking. It's still a pretty fresh, untested class, and I dunno what its gonna do to the game's balance both initially and in the later stages. Might just be me being paranoid; when more people have tried it out and there's more of a consensus on whether that shit is broke or not, I might be more comfortable with it. But let's steer clear of Occult classes for now.
 
Awwww :(

It looks a lot but that's because it goes into detail for each element. When you strip the stuff away you are not going to use its pretty simple. How about I send you over a character sheet later and you can have a look over it.

Jam and me was thinking of playing kineticsts for runelords but they were still in play test.
 
I haven't run any Pathfinder in years, dude. I'd prefer to keep things a little easier in terms of characters and the shit they can get up to. Kineticists are an unknown element at the minute; it's not just what they can do from the get-go, it's what they can get up to later in the game.
 
Crazy idea, peeps:

Let's the start the game all knowing each other! We could be friends and colleagues who actually enjoy each other's company and have reason to help each other.

That will eliminate the need for mopey loner types and angsting teenagers who sit out of every scene because they assume they're the outsider.

It'll also prevent the certain death of this roleplay too.

Grumpy will probably expect us to put our self-inserted egotistical ramblings on hold for a few minutes in order to empathize with an NPC or the wider story setting. But I think I speak for everyone when I say that that's an unfair and tyrannical demand.

So instead, let's have half the party assume the opposite gender. That way party dynamics will be driven solely by the mission to fuck each other (or at least basic bitch disrespectful flirting, because fucking might entail losing our Dex bonus).

We should compare character sheets and look at each other's vulnerabilities, so that we can craft plausible accounts of the support we provide one another, both emotionally and in terms of Medieval survival.

Then Grumpy can build a story around that group dynamic rather than resorting to univeral plot carrots to entice our ritalin-starved mythologies.

Who's with me?
 
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I dunno bout you, but my Orc Zen Archer, despite having an abysmal charisma, would still love to flirt and fuck. He just knows better to let the face do the talking, unless he has to do the talking. He's just aggro when he's high, cause fuck this village can get boring sometimes.

Also he's a drug dealer. Going to have him get some nature check bonuses so he knows what he's dealing with.
 
Why would a tiny-ass village like Heldren have a... drug dealer... who is also an archer monk?
 
See? This guy gets it.
 
Stop oppressing him, Grumpy. He's the protagonist of our story!
 
Oh wow, look at that...*makes cellphone ringing noises under her breath* Oh? Oh? On fire you say? Well, sure thing, I'll be right over. CLICK.

Sorry, guys, I gotta bounce. *Has been talking into a shoe*

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*Reaches into the hedge and grab Tegan by the ankle*

OH NO, YOU AREN'T ESCAPING THAT EASILY.
 
STOP CHANNELING LORN.

Seriously, though, let's look at the party make-up for a minute here.

We've got a Tengu Cleric, which at least means we've got healing and maybe some semblance of frontline fighting covered.

We've got a Halfling Rogue, which covers our sneaking/trapfinding/socialising needs.

We've got an Oread Monk of the Iron Mountain, who looks like he'll be able to do the tanking and maybe a spot of damage-dealing.

We've got a Half-Orc Zen Archer, who should bring the Ranged DPS.

And we've got a Human Druid, who can hopefully stop you guys from getting lost/freezing to death in addition to chucking around spells.

It's not a bad line-up, but what I'm starting to get worried about is character motivations and reasons for even travelling together in the first place. You could argue it's the adventure path's fault, given that it doesn't provide a solid reason for the PCs to be working together like other paths have done, but I don't think it's too much to ask that a group of roleplayers, on a roleplaying forum, should be able to concoct a group of characters with reasonable motivations for working together and taking on the challenges of the story.

Please don't make me try and wrangle a bunch of lone-wolfs and opportunists into following some semblance of the story. That's really not gonna work with this game.
 
*picks up the other shoe*

What's that, boy?

*makes barky alien dog noises with the shoe*

My planet needs me?

Rarwrr-ghrr-bloop!

Sorry everyone. A greater adventure calls!

*gets choppily edited out of the film reel*
 
It's now canon: Tegan is a firefighter.
 
Well, my diety's portfolio includes magic and earth. So with there being some odd magical weather going on, his order saw fight to send him to gather intel like a good little soldier. =D
 
Also, Grumpy I didn't know that Oreads have a racial archetype that I liked "Student of the Stone". I was hoping you would take a look at it.

As for linking stories, come one and come all. If you want a rocky friendship, then lets talk. =D
 
I figured we could all be business and recreation buddies. Leaf Ear here tests out narcotics with our oread friend, both socially awkward individuals who find each others awkwardness familiar and endearing. Course, Leaf Ear doesn't grow his own stuff ya know, but he knows how to spin it into something good. To get his supplies he talks to the Halfing Rogue, cunning little bugger who's "In the know". And who does he know? Our Human Druid, the grower of all the ganja and opiates. As for Mr Tengu Cleric? New member of the junkie circle, trying to teach him to unwind after a long day of clerical shenanigans. But this winter thing, ya know, really putting a hitch in our drug harvest, ya know? Unprecedented winters just killing the fuck out of our weed. So us homeboys get together and figure out what's what, whiff a blunt, and smoke the winter bitch's ass for inconveniencing us like this.

And that's our origin story.