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Thread: Pathfinder Sandbox Campaign, Character profiles

Valrie Ghorak-Marteau, Gunslinger Musket master Half-Orc, Female, 5'10, 145lbs, 18 years old, C-cup Face Hard at work Daddy was a human smith, Mommy was a wandering orc mercenary who was impressed by his... weapon skills, And less than a year later, one bouncing Half-Orc babby was born. She grew up near the forge, was apprenticed off at the normal age 14 to learn the engineering trade with some old fart who tinkered with the relatively new firearms, when her parents went and got conscripted and killed in some petty lord's attempt at a rebellion. Come the end of her apprenticeship, none the wiser, goes home to her village, Boom! Some new jerk in her family forge, and no-one has heard from dear old mom and pop since the rebellion three years ago. In a fit of rage, beats up the new smith, breaks a limb or two, takes up her musket, and goes to terrorise any monsters, dungeons, and asshole nobles that get in her way. Her dark brown hair is cut quite short, due to a forging accident at a young age. Bright blue eyes from her father. Deep green skin offset by bright blue tattoos in whorling spiral designs Celtic style, especially on the shoulders, hips and stomach. Classically believed to be lucky among Orc tribes, took the ink to remember her mother and her clan. Relatively skinny for an orc, but with the wiry sort of build and toughness prized by any in the smithing trade. Her reflexes are faster than a striking snake, she was just glad not to get bitten. Not a excessively broad mind, but sharp, and she has a knack for applying her hard-earned knowledge amd abilities in unexpected ways. She has an abiding confusion as to why people don't just say what they mean. She normally wears hard-wearing working clothes with tough boots, and usually has a pair of smoked-glass goggles useful in smithing and a scarf around her neck. Chews her lip absentmindedly, and is unashamedly open with her emotions. Statblock is here . Justification for alternate racial and chosen feats. Why not, right? Shaman Training and Blind-Fight - Mama Ghorak trained Valrie's defenses in the traditional orcish style - by hitting them with different kinds of sticks until you can either dodge, parry, or tank a blow. Since Valrie managed to dodge so well, she was then blindfolded and hit with more sticks. Sacred Tattoos - A traditional custom of her mother's clan, Valrie travelled to the Ghorak clan after learning of her parent's death, and took the ink as a way to honour and remember them. The ritual, pain, and symbology are part of the Orcish rite of passage into adulthood.
Thread: Pathfinder Sandbox Campaign, Character profiles

Roland of Bridgewater Human, Male, 140 lbs, 6'1, 20 years old Appearance Roland's parents were peasant farmers, his 'father' was a futanari while his mother was a normal woman. He is the youngest of four childrens, having three sisters, two of whom are also futanari. At 16 he met a wandering elven priestess named Chalia, who taught him the scriptures of the goddess Arshea. After a few years of this he took his vows and became a paladin dedicated to the Empyreal Lord. At the same time the local lord, a venal and petty Count with a history of abducting maidens to sate his own desires, decided that he wanted Roland's mother for himself. Hearing of this, Roland immediately set out for the Count's castle, rescuing his mother and several other kidnapped women before battling the Count, scarring his face in the process. Knowing that although his family was safe, but that the Count wouldn't stop until he had his revenge, Roland asked Chalia to bring his family to safety while he left town, swearing to fight injustice wherever he could as he traveled the world.
Thread: Pathfinder Sandbox Campaign, Character profiles

Dildurdrazar Tiefling, Futa, 5', 100lbs, 17 81 year old, B-cup, and a similarly sized bulge down there Dark blue skin with scales, red hair, yellow eyes, prehensile tail, small horns, predatory teeth and feet with two three toes. with a family line like Mystique Nightcrawler from the movies Nocturne and Darkchilde from comics When the people do not stare because you are a drow, but what you inherited from your bloodline. Consider, that your bloodlines warred enough that you are the only child of your parents, who is not considered a monster fully, but you are still somewhat an aberration. Still, getting that armor off the wrong rack should not have made you need to flee enough to make the magic of the City of Doorways deposit you in an unknown place, very possibly one of the Prime Planes. Having relatives living in Maelstorm, she was happy to be an inhabitant of Axis... Chaotic to Lawful, Dildurdrazar choose to remain Neutral, and thus not really part of either. But not all True Neutrals felt like becoming Druids, so she felt herself at a loss looking around of her new surroundings.
Thread: Pathfinder Sandbox Campaign, Character profiles

Stargazer, Cleric of Raven More to come.
Thread: Pathfinder Sandbox Campaign, Character profiles

Malca Blacksong Malca was born to a tainted line of halflings a distant ancestor of hers had joined the ranks of the Rakshasa - and since than the family has been devoted to there immortal matriarch or patriarch ... the forms it adopts are many and varied. Most are deemed unworthy of attention and so either live there lives unknowing of their history or exist as slaves to those who are, however some rare children do attract the attention of the true leader of the family. Malca was one of these children, somewhat physically weak as a child and scrawny she distinguished herself via her skill at social manipulation diverting blame from herself to others with ease and generally getting along with nearly everyone - some saw her ancestor at work in her even before her powers developed. In her teens when they did awaken she was suddenly elevated in the status of the family to one worthy of attention and while she never met her forebear she did feel its presence in her life - suddenly she carefree attitude was to be focused for the family, she was thought to imitate a human child when needed to avoid issues and how to move fast as the humans did. Her magical training was focused on further assisting her in social infiltration, so she could undermine communities in the interests of her family's interests. Now as a fully fledged adult she has been sent with limited instructions to 'prove herself' whatever that might mean, and so is prepared to begin to make her fortune and estiblish her powerbase using whatever means arise.
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A clan of Gold-Dragonborn Black-Dragonborn constantly fought behind closed doors. Both clans believing themselves the rightful heir of a desert kingdom. The kingdom rested inside a canyon with a river centering it. Several hundred years the Gold-dragonborn had kept the throne from the Black-dragonborn. Kilvarax was born into the royal 'Gold-Dragon' family. However that reign would eventually come to an end. Wounded, family slain, forced to flee home or face death. Kilvarax accepted the barbarian lifestyle as a means of survival, not because of choice. Several years the Dragonborn has wandered the world in search of a new purpose. Deep within his mind, the dragonborn fully understands his fate. Great strength must be obtained and then vengeance must be granted. Second Character Statblock
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Thread: Hic Sunt Dracones [[RedStreakW]]

This plan is liable to get you killed, his former mentor would have warned him, mortally wounded, limbs gruesomely removed or burnt to a tidy crisp. His former mentor would also have added in a beat later with a knife-sharp smile, It's brilliant. Try to make it back in one piece, hm? Higher stakes inevitably meant better rewards, and there was no better place for such than the area which every young kid growing up knew was the source of gold and glory. Trevalion Covert --- that sprawling institution which housed the famed riders, their dragons, trainers, handlers and any other number of people needed to keep such a huge place running efficiently --- was only ever open to the general public three times a year During the summer solstice, spring and yuletide festivals. Luckily for Kell Hallam , the first happened to be underway right now and all around him were people too busy engaging in feasting and merrymaking to pay much attention to a lone thief slipping his way ever closer to the inner chambers of the covert. Intricately carved doors and gateways sighed and parted way for him easily as he coaxed them to open to him with clever fingers, the gazes of eyes that happened to chance across the brief, shadowed flicker of his form only sliding past like water, and Kell found himself steadily gaining deeper and deeper into the heart of the covert. It branched off then into a twisting, complex path that went on forever. Or at least, it seemed that way to Kell, who had been walking for a while now and still not the smallest glimpse of anything of value to greet him. He was beginning to think that he was mistaken dragons and gold, bah, mere stories after all. He had burst through a pair of ornate bronze doors, into a curiously sparse room and onwards past a semi-circular archway etched with scenes of draconic battle glory. The short walkway attached to this, emblazoned with more of the scaled, serpentine form, led to the mouth of a cavern where a cold, whistling wind emanated. At this point, he was well and truly turned around, his mind entirely fixated on his goal that he didnt even stop to wonder at the strangeness of a room that opened out into what seemed to be a labyrinthine subterranean tunnel. It occurred to Kell halfway, steps thudding loudly against packed ground and dirt, that perhaps his luck had not quite held out and that he was heading away from the covert instead. This could be some sort of war passage that had been dug out eons ago that afforded an alternative route out to the main city. He was proven wrong when the endless stretch of brown shifted into that of dappled blue spilling out in intermittent bars, the light bright enough after the darkness of the tunnel that he had to shield his eyes for a moment before his vision finally cleared and he was greeted with a luminous blue pool. And beyond that gold , precious gold as far as the eye could see and Kell knew that the stories had not been exaggerated after all.
Thread: Hic Sunt Dracones [[RedStreakW]]

In the murky depths of the covert, he watched over his gold from a few steps away. He pawed at his muzzle with the same distaste and pettiness that had defined his last few years there. He had been trapped, muzzled, gimped, abused, yet he had his gold and he had his reflecting pool. Yes, a dragon without a rider... one who defied all possible new riders as well. Most other dragons would laugh, assuming they would ever see him. They would laugh and then they would fall, for even without his breath he was the very mark of pride, elegance and power. He would crush them. Of course, Oratus would never leave his gold to fight other dragons. He was comfortable, if wounded emotionally and restricted vocally. He, with is powerful draconic eyes, saw a wisp, a master of stealth, wander into his lair. He stayed still for a moment, watching the actions of the thief, ready to toy with the poor fellow. However, there was a pang within Oratus, something he hadn't felt in a while towards another living being the stranger fit, somehow, in his lair. His natural desire for a unified aesthetic was not at all disturbed by the introduction of the thief, and in this he felt some pleasure. More importantly, Oratus felt calm around a humanoid for the first time in a while. He watched, his muscles tensed, but he was ready to not kill the stranger. Perhaps he'd toy with him, or let him go with some wounds... or even less. The blue-scaled dragon couldn't be sure.
Thread: Hic Sunt Dracones [[RedStreakW]]

It was like an illustrated scene out of the picture books he had coveted when he was younger gold and precious jewels and a mish-mash of other shiny objects peeking through the jade-encrusted hilt of a sword, the gold-edged curve of a shield stretched out as far as the eyes could see. My god, Kell breathed out, brushing his hands reverently across the precious metal piled up around him as he strolled past. He stopped in his tracks when his fingers snagged on something. A fine silvered chainlink. Pulling on it gently, what looked like a ruby fashioned into stylised narrow wings swung before his eyes. It was the sort of mistake a fumbling, clumsy, wet-behind-the-ears beginner would have made. Never, ever make assumptions. It was not that he wasn't on his guard. He still kept himself within running distance of the entrance, eyes and ears primed for the slightest hint of any sound or movement. Dragons were huge creatures, anyone could attest to that. No matter how quietly or sneakily they could move, Kell was sure it would be near impossible to miss one should they finally be alerted to him. What he forgot, however, was that dragons were also very patient creatures when they wanted to be. Settlements and cities could come and go, civilisations crashing down only to rebuild themselves again, and all of these could pass by in the mere blink of an eye to them. Time meant nothing to one who could live ages upon ages. This meant that they could lie still, undetected from any sort of prying eyes, for a long, long time if they wanted to. There were stories of dragons in the wild who had lain down so long in the distant towering hills and mountains that they were almost one with the surroundings. When Kell finally spotted, out of the corners of his eyes, a massive form that was distinctly non-human with eyes glittering in the dark fixed firmly on him, the thief found himself going very, very still.
Thread: Hic Sunt Dracones [[RedStreakW]]

The variety of magic items, gold coins and fancy pieces of equipment imbued with gems filled the thieve's eyes with greed, but to the cynical Oratus, it was merely the average, the expected. However, as the elf entered the light fully, Oratus smiled a grim smile, realizing how valuable a gem just entered his lair. He grabbed a massive claw-full of gold with a sneer, letting it fall through his hands before stepping towards the strange thief. Drop the gem if you expect to live, elf. Oratus demanded in a booming, deep, rich voice. It seemed he was speaking only through his mind, using some sort of dragon magic to enter Kell's mind. He realized something, suddenly... he could potentially get the poor little elf to remove his vile muzzle. He kept walking forwards until he was towering above the invader. He growled once.
Thread: Hic Sunt Dracones [[RedStreakW]]

It wasnt difficult to see that the intruder standing before Oratus possessed a slender physique, the elven blood running through him imbuing his limbs with the sort of litheness needed to nimbly twist, duck and escape at a moments notice, and it was made all the more obvious now with the creature suddenly towering above him. The dragon was silent enough that it was only the tinkling of the gold pieces that fully alerted Kell to his presence. Though there was a moment or two before, some sort of shift in the air that had sent a prickling all up and down his spine, and Marcel had leapt to the side even before he had truly comprehended the reason for this. When he caught his breath and had steadily unfolded himself back to his full height from the crouch he had landed on, Kell found himself having to look up, up and even further up as the full length and breadth of a blue dragon stared impassively down at him. Kell dropped the gem. I am more than willing to hand it back over to your capable care, he said, raising both his hands and waggling his fingers slightly to show that there truly was nothing, projecting as much faultless innocence as he could into his voice which was tinged with the vaguely lilting accent of his people, and take my leave. Im sure someone as illustrious as you has better things to do than waste his breath on an inconsequential human like me.
Thread: Hic Sunt Dracones [[RedStreakW]]

Oratus reached out one claw and pressed it hard into the floor of the cavern with a powerful stomp. It sent Kell slightly off-balance and set the gem bouncing back into the large horde. He moved in close and looked Kell up and down with careful eyes, and Kell could see the scars all across his face and body. He had certainly seen combat before. He could also notice the large metal muzzle binding Oratus' mouth, preventing him from speaking or using his elemental breath. Tell me, Elf. Why should I not kill you? You enter my lair, you steal my riches... why, you're a criminal. In fact, I could probably make good use of whatever coins you have on you... and I'm sure you've seen an artifact or two in your lifetime. he says, slowly raising his hand over the elf to intimidate him. Of course, Oratus didn't really want to kill the elf he was immensely curious about the sly little creature, and wanted to see what direction the elf might take next.
Thread: Hic Sunt Dracones [[RedStreakW]]

To say that he was in a precarious position was an understatement... But. But the dragon had not snapped him in half yet, and if there was a way to buy time Kell would take it. Calling me a criminal would be just a little bit too severe, he answered, words pouring out smooth as silk even as his heart ratcheted about in his chest. I merely avail myself of an object or two where they couldnt possibly be missed. Clearing out the some of the odds and ends. He swept into a half-bow, inclining his head in as formal an apology as he could before drawing himself back up again, eyes glinting with the idea that he had alighted upon. Forgive me. Anyone would be grumpy having a stranger enter into their abode with nary an introduction. I do not think theres anything on me that I could exchange to gain pardon. Coins are all well and good but, he gestured towards all the glinting gold surrounding them, they cannot surely compare to what you have already amassed. Ive been told, however, that I am good with my fingers, and Kell held them up here, a gold coin winking in and out as he rolled it across before disappearing when he gave a flashy shake of his hands. Fingers that would be small enough to undo that muzzle of yours. Certainly a tawdry look to have for one so noble.
Thread: Princesses with Benifits (MellowApplepoisoneer)

The grand reception hall of the Republic City capital building was packed to bursting. The press was attempting to spill in from virtually every portal, trying to catch a glimpse of the new arrivals. Ambassador's from distant lands, only recently added to maps of the known world. Five had been invited, but only three had chosen to come and etend their hands in union with the ever-advancing nation. All three were young women, to the surprise and delight of those with their faces pressed to the glass. The tallest was a redhead with an abundance of curls. She had arrived wearing a cap that seemed to defy reason and pressed all the firy locks to her skull in almost imperceptable curves. She removed it before entering the hall, and it was like an explosion. She was tall, heavily muscled and clad in a long, green gown with minimal decorative details. She was greeted by all members on the council and took her seat of honor at the table. The second woman to arrive was the shortest of the three. She wore a layor of strange, white face paint that highlighted her intensely dark eyes and rouged red lips. Her black hair was cropped to just above her shoulders and little strands of it danced in her face. She wore what looked like a kimono of canary yellow and an obi sash of navy and azure blue a striking contrast. She too was introduced and permitted to sit, where she exchanged a nervous smile with the other representative. The final woman arrived on the heels of the second, though she seemed to linger in the crowd a little longer, smiling and waving as she sasheed into the hall. She was dressed for summer by the standards of the city dwellers. A light blue top that barely reached her well-toned midriff and harem pants of the same material. Her lower half was also draped in a delicate lacework, which fluttered in the breeze. Her lusterous black hair was bound in a tight braid down her back and ornamented with a gold and sapphire ringlet. She too joined the ranks of the elite at the table, and the doors to the hall were closed to all.
Thread: Princesses with Benifits (MellowApplepoisoneer)

This little meetup seemed out of Korra's comfort zone. The young avatar had 'tried' politics in the past, found it wasn't for her, and so tried to keep a distance from it where possible. But unfortunately her status was such that she couldn't do that, and with some negotiation from the police chief negotiation was a generous term, in this case describing 'yelled and swore profusely until the teen relented' she found herself here. Still... a whole new world had been discovered- continents and islands positioned just across the sea. And the world was round too! It had been an abundance of discoveries when these kingdoms were discovered, and she supposed that was pretty cool. When the foreign princesses had been led in, Korra appraised them one by one. The tall and strong young woman, dressed in a sleeveless navy dress, the fringes white, had her hair tied up in an ivory bun while her small twintails framed the sides of her face. They were definitely foreigners, Korra noted from her end of the room, but they seemed amiable enough.