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Age of Ice and Blood: A Pathfinder System Heroic Fantasy Quest

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Artemis1992 said:
2d8-1 as base damage is pretty good though.
Better than a Greataxe even.
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That's a lot to pay for a weapon that makes you less likely to hit your target. Our BAB is only +3. With a +1 from our Strength, we only have a +4 to hit. Reducing that to +3 while also removing our ability to use a shield means we're less likely to hit but more likely to be hit.

Bad bargain, IMO.
 
Goldfish said:
That's a lot to pay for a weapon that makes you less likely to hit your target. Our BAB is only +3. With a +1 from our Strength, we only have a +4 to hit. Reducing that to +3 while also removing our ability to use a shield means we're less likely to hit but more likely to be hit.

Bad bargain, IMO.
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We'd be happy to have it if we faced something incorporeal or Dr/ Magic.

But yeah, too situational.
 
Goldfish said:
That's a lot to pay for a weapon that makes you less likely to hit your target. Our BAB is only +3. With a +1 from our Strength, we only have a +4 to hit. Reducing that to +3 while also removing our ability to use a shield means we're less likely to hit but more likely to be hit.

Bad bargain, IMO.
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Keep in mind you can have more than one weapon at a time, that thing is heavy, but not so heavy as to go over Roland's carry weight. you could just keep it around for things that scoff at honest steel, but yeah like I said not the best rolls for trade this time around so there are going to be trade offs.
 
DragonParadox said:
Keep in mind you can have more than one weapon at a time, that thing is heavy, but not so heavy as to go over Roland's carry weight. you could just keep it around for things that scoff at honest steel, but yeah like I said not the best rolls for trade this time around so there are going to be trade offs.
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As a general idea, would magical goods be more common in other places, like the southern empire or the mediterran trade cities?
Or is this the best we can expect?
 
Artemis1992 said:
As a general idea, would magical goods be more common in other places, like the southern empire or the mediterran trade cities?
Or is this the best we can expect?
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They are likely to be more common as a function of well people because more population density means more wizards of whatever form, but at the same time more organized realms make it harder for magic to end up on the common market, as they are a valuable resource for the political elites.
 
[X] Leave the matter lie, he has proven a trustworthy ally so far
[X] Yes (Cost 2000 gp of 3800 gp)

Ultimatly I prefer having it over not having it.
Saving gold is a temptation, but when faced with enemies gold is rarely helpful.
And I see the chances that we find some nice and clean +1 Longsword on a market as rather low.
 
[X] Leave the matter lie, he has proven a trustworthy ally so far
[X] No, it costs too much, you will make due with honest steel
 
[X] Artemis1992

Waiting for the gacha/loot table to give us good Magic weapons sound like it will take forever.
 
[X] Leave the matter lie, he has proven a trustworthy ally so far
[X] Yes (Cost 2000 gp of 3800 gp)

It's better to have a magic weapon in the case of emergency.
 
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Mythology: From the Tales of the Anwa Part II
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    • From the Tales of the Anwa Part II​

    Now when chaos and strife was let loose on the world and the drums of Olweje rang out in raucous voice many bitter tears were spilled into the sea for the Children of Blood, men who dwelt under the heavens knew not merely pain and rage, but the sorrow of losing themselves one from the others beyond the Western Gates, but even as the tide swelled high and Ikomi reveled some there were who looked not to the gods to save them, but made instead their own plans. For the men in these times were a hardy folk and not yet accustomed to sitting besides the forge of Alagde to learn and to craft and so all the fire of their being was turned to the doing of great things and the walking of hard paths.

    Three Brothers there were, alike in body but different in mind who sailed out in the morning of the world to seek out the Slaughterer, and the names their people gave them are long since lost for no tale in all the wide world agrees upon them. Yet of their journey some tales are told and recounted herein. First they went to Enki'le, him of the many colored bow and asked if he had learned in his wanderings if he had learned what it was Olweje most loved to feast upon that they might with such cunning gift enter his hall

    'All beasts upon the earth he has feasted upon and in his great glut one is much the same as the other,' spoke the god with a sigh. "All he has touched and all he has tasted."

    But the middle brother was not disheartened but went instead to the shores of the sea and there he plucked from the waters a fist-full of pearls and then he trod upon the slopes of mount Anoru that is ever under the mantle of snow. There he found a goat with wool of white unblemished and fed it the pearls and lo... for the horns uncurled and joined together into one and from that day it was called the one horn, the purest thing upon the world for it was not born but made not even with the blood of its mother upon it. Now the beast could see the dark purpose to which the brothers would put it and so it fled up and up the steep mountains and there it dwelt for a time siring lesser offspring in its image upon the other goats of the mountain.

    Long did the brothers hunt the best of their making but they could not with spear or arrow strike him down for his tread was so soft it did not break the snow and its gait swift as to outrun and arrow in flight. At last the elder brother who was most skillful of tongue said onto the Pure One:

    'Look ye down from the heights upon the ruin of the mountain and see what Olweje has wrought. Until the day he is bound the world shall never know the peace of your mountain.'

    The unicorn nodded its silver head in sorrow for he saw that the man was right and so he lay upon the stone and let him strangle him, that still unmarred by blood he might be delivered to the Lord of War. Thus at last the brothers set their meat untasted upon their ship and made sail towards the north where the sound of the drum was loudest. There at the edge of the ice they found a great forge mountain burning in gusts of steam. the home of Alagde the Wondersmith and and there it was said they were the first of all men to mingle tin and copper in the making of brass and of it they forged great weapons in imitation of the lord of war, but also of their labors they forged a great chain which they carried between them.

    Northwards still they ventured, on grinding ice that no mortal foot had ever disturbed, that no ships would ever sail upon until the Changing of the World and there at last in bleakest coldest realm they found Olweje marching with thunder across the land.

    'Hail mightiest of the gods,' the younger brother proclaimed, 'we come with offering such as you have never tasted to turn your wrath from us.' Now it is said no mortal cal say an untruths to a god, just as none of the Lonely Folk can say an untruth to a mortal, but lies do not untruth require, for they did plan to turn the god's ire from their folk and all the world.

    So it was that Olweje feasted upon the flesh untainted and then he fell into a dark ad dreamless sleep and then the three brothers lay about him the great chain three times that he should never be loose upon the world.

    Long raged the god at his bindings and promised to them such horror an torment as one cannot in words contain, but they were unmoved and unafraid, until that is the god changed his tune. To the first brother, fair of tongue and free of spirit he promised glory everlasting and so he was freed of a coil, to the second brother sharp of wit and deep of cunning he promised lordship enduring and so he was freed of the second coil, but in the heart of the last no blandishment would take root.

    One twist of the chain will not forever bind him yet, thought the third brother and he could no more set the chain tighter around the raging god than he could command the tides and so he asked. 'Give me one wish of my choosing and not of yours.'

    The god of war ever impatient agreed and so the final brother said. 'Thou too shall fall under the domain of Elnu.'

    So it was and so the tumult ended end ever after he would be for honor sublime recalled just as his brothers were for glory and lordship.

    OOC: Yes, the mythological origin of unicorns in this world is goats and yes also mythological heroes are for the most part assholes by modern standards. Hope this is a fun read for you guys.
     
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    • The above is not just what Inge explained anymore now that Zaia has some access to the festival. Mythology is not really his area of interest, but as long as it might help him learn more magic he is interested in learning
     
    DragonParadox said:
    From the Tales of the Anwa Part II​

    Now when chaos and strife was let loose on the world and the drums of Olweje rang out in raucous voice many bitter tears were spilled into the sea for the Children of Blood, men who dwelt under the heavens knew not merely pain and rage, but the sorrow of losing themselves one from the others beyond the Western Gates, but even as the tide swelled high and Ikomi reveled some there were who looked not to the gods to save them, but made instead their own plans. For the men in these times were a hardy folk and not yet accustomed to sitting besides the forge of Alagde to learn and to craft and so all the fire of their being was turned to the doing of great things and the walking of hard paths.

    Three Brothers there were, alike in body but different in mind who sailed out in the morning of the world to seek out the Slaughterer, and the names their people gave them are long since lost for no tale in all the wide world agrees upon them. Yet of their journey some tales are told and recounted herein. First they went to Enki'le, him of the many colored bow and asked if he had learned in his wanderings if he had learned what it was Olweje most loved to feast upon that they might with such cunning gift enter his hall

    'All beasts upon the earth he has feasted upon and in his great glut one is much the same as the other,' spoke the god with a sigh. "All he has touched and all he has tasted."

    But the middle brother was not disheartened but went instead to the shores of the sea and there he plucked from the waters a fist-full of pearls and then he trod upon the slopes of mount Anoru that is ever under the mantle of snow. There he found a goat with wool of white unblemished and fed it the pearls and lo... for the horns uncurled and joined together into one and from that day it was called the one horn, the purest thing upon the world for it was not born but made not even with the blood of its mother upon it. Now the beast could see the dark purpose to which the brothers would put it and so it fled up and up the steep mountains and there it dwelt for a time siring lesser offspring in its image upon the other goats of the mountain.

    Long did the brothers hunt the best of their making but they could not with spear or arrow strike him down for his tread was so soft it did not break the snow and its gait swift as to outrun and arrow in flight. At last the elder brother who was most skillful of tongue said onto the Pure One:

    'Look ye down from the heights upon the ruin of the mountain and see what Olweje has wrought. Until the day he is bound the world shall never know the peace of your mountain.'

    The unicorn nodded its silver head in sorrow for he saw that the man was right and so he lay upon the stone and let him strangle him, that still unmarred by blood he might be delivered to the Lord of War. Thus at last the brothers set their meat untasted upon their ship and made sail towards the north where the sound of the drum was loudest. There at the edge of the ice they found a great forge mountain burning in gusts of steam. the home of Alagde the Wondersmith and and there it was said they were the first of all men to mingle tin and copper in the making of brass and of it they forged great weapons in imitation of the lord of war, but also of their labors they forged a great chain which they carried between them.

    Northwards still they ventured, on grinding ice that no mortal foot had ever disturbed, that no ships would ever sail upon until the Changing of the World and there at last in bleakest coldest realm they found Olweje marching with thunder across the land.

    'Hail mightiest of the gods,' the younger brother proclaimed, 'we come with offering such as you have never tasted to turn your wrath from us.' Now it is said no mortal cal say an untruths to a god, just as none of the Lonely Folk can say an untruth to a mortal, but lies do not untruth require, for they did plan to turn the god's ire from their folk and all the world.

    So it was that Olweje feasted upon the flesh untainted and then he fell into a dark ad dreamless sleep and then the three brothers lay about him the great chain three times that he should never be loose upon the world.

    Long raged the god at his bindings and promised to them such horror an torment as one cannot in words contain, but they were unmoved and unafraid, until that is the god changed his tune. To the first brother, fair of tongue and free of spirit he promised glory everlasting and so he was freed of a coil, to the second brother sharp of wit and deep of cunning he promised lordship enduring and so he was freed of the second coil, but in the heart of the last no blandishment would take root.

    One twist of the chain will not forever bind him yet, thought the third brother and he could no more set the chain tighter around the raging god than he could command the tides and so he asked. 'Give me one wish of my choosing and not of yours.'

    The god of war ever impatient agreed and so the final brother said. 'Thou too shall fall under the domain of Elnu.'

    So it was and so the tumult ended end ever after he would be for honor sublime recalled just as his brothers were for glory and lordship.

    OOC: Yes the mythological origin of unicorns in this world is goats and yes also mythological heroes are for the most part assholes by modern standards. Hope this is a fun read for you guys. Not yet edited.
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    As heroes go, these dudes barely rated on the asshole scale.

    Fun to see the difference in the myth as told from Inge's POV, that of a child, and the more complete version as understood by the populace at large. It's like playing the Telephone Game, but with the understanding that the beings you're talking about might be able to smite you...
     
    BronzeTongue said:
    I'd say the first two made it up there a decent amount at the very least. They may not have burned down villages or anything, but accepting a bribe to release the god who was actively fucking the world over before they contained him is both unethical and stupid as hell.
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    To be fair, the god probably had a ridiculous Bluff bonus.

    But yeah, they were still assholes.
     
    Welp looks like we have a tie. Anyone care to break it?
    Adhoc vote count started by DragonParadox on Sep 21, 2021 at 3:40 AM, finished with 21 posts and 8 votes.
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    Hey, is anyone going to break this tie?

    Personally, I don't think getting an axe is worth it.
     
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    Arc 3 Post 15: The Long and Stony Way
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    • The Long and Stony Way ​

    Day of Glory Year 1348 A. L. (After Landfall)

    "No," you rise from the table, leaving the feystone axe untouched between you. As much use as it could be, as frightful foes as spirits fel and fey might prove you are not going to hand over a enough gold to arm and armor three half dozen knights back home for the price of a piece of stone, not when there are other matters that could use that gold more fruitfully.

    With this thought in mind you had back to the ship, though you do not find there the answer you hoped for

    ***​

    "No," Inge echoes your words, not looking at you, from guilt or embarrassment perhaps. "Is not my coin, my gold and silver earned with my magic. Would be it would be like begging, asking charity not earned by me."

    "We would all be dead if not for your aid on the island and then again when we faced the Imperials..." you try, but she cuts you off.

    "I would be dead too if ship had not come, we are even yes?" She turns around and looks at you at last. "If I had not been there maybe you and doctor die, maybe not, for sure the ship, spices in ship, gold from spices, not from me. I want to be great myself, not just lucky, not just chosen by Her."Then to your surprise she does what you had not seen her to since she entrusted the body of her former master to the sea, Inge is crying, silent tears sliding down her cheeks, mingling with the sweat of the hot summer day inside the cabin.

    "Come on, let's get you outside..." you say for lack of any anything else crossing through your mind. Crying children are not something you have any great experience with. You had imagined that you would have some of your own one day, being the sole heir of your father and thus to Verley, but tears were something for the nurses to handle surely?

    She is not crying over a scraped knee, a bump to the head or some other childish ailment. How in the name of God and His Mother do you deal with a girl who feels unworthy of the power she has been gifted and the fate she has been offered when you do not even understand what either of those mean? The best you can manage is to get her outside in the sun and to offer her a small hug around the shoulders.

    That night as you fall sleep having gained nothing but more questions form your day at the market you wonder for the first time how common it is for children to be so blessed with the power of sorcery. Antonio's words comparing Luaza to a bishop come back to you. What does that make Inge, a mendicant friar, a consecrated priest? If someone had given you those responsibilities at nine crying would have probably have been the best reaction one could hope for.

    The poor child feels she has to earn something she never really asked for, that she must be great to be worthy of a great destiny. Suddenly the fact that your own sporadic prayers seem to have been met with silence weights less upon your shoulders.

    ***​

    You wake the next morning to the sight of smiling faces, men eager to 'show these sons of bitches what Norman Steel can do' and it is all that you can do not to change your mind and roll back into bed. Instead you grunt. "Tom, Hugh, with me."

    "What the fuck did we do to deserve this shit?" Hugh asks, in not so whispered tones.

    To that you can give but one asnwer: "You didn't volunteer."

    By the time you reach the field where the challenge is to take place you wonder if you should have done so. The crowd is milling about by turn raucous and rowdy around a sort of shallow pit marked with sharpened stakes, some bearing the tattered remains of beard and hair bound up in rings of bone or antler, marks of the defeated.

    As you have not chosen to grow a beard you are apparently expected to back off some of your hair to leave behind if you lose and you cannot say you fancy wearing a helm to hide that for how ever long it takes to grow back. Then you see the prize, lifted up above the heads of the crowd with a prayer or invocation to the war god. A round shield of bronze polished finer than any mirror you have seen and blazing in the sun. "Behold the Eye of Olweje, fit to guard a champion from those who cheat them of their victory by sorcery!"

    "How much do you think I should wager on your victory then?" There is an edge of amusement in Zaia's voice, but it is kindly meant you think.

    [] Do not wager upon your victory

    [] Wager 500 gp

    [] Wager 1000 gp

    [] Wager 2000 gp

    [] Write in

    OOC: For anyone wondering Inge was not a social roll, there are some hurts and fears that run to deep to just fix in a short conversation no matter how skilled one is. She does not resent you for it or anything, it wasn't a trap option. This was just your chance to see more of what she has been bottling up behind that brave front. Not yet edited.
     
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