Finding the Spark (Pathfinder 1E Quest)

DragonParadox · 2023-02-15T20:46:36+00:00

Finding the Spark The Year is 4706 counted since the day when Aroden the Last Azlanti raised the Starstone from the depths of the Inner Sea in an act that would raise him to godhood, one hundred years to the day, to the hour since that god died, taking with him the Starfall Doctrine's promise of an Age of Glory for mankind and the power of prophecy. The Age of Lost Omens has come, from the fel nightmares of the Worldwound spilling upon the ruined land of Sarkoris to the endless roar of the Eye of Abendego and the mailed fist of the Thrice Damned House of Thrune driving Cheliax into the maw of hell the world is now a darker place than in the days of yore. Yet to you it matters not at all, no living god had promised you the world, no portents foretold to your people everlasting glory. Why should they after all when you are nothing but a... [] Caligini: ...down, down, down in the dark your ancestors went, out of legend and tale, sliced apart and molded like clay, like shadow, puppets and toys to the owb, and yet the dreams linger and sometimes one is born to dream them. Sometimes one escapes up the winding passages through the narrow crumbling stairs until you find the sky that was stolen to you. Though the sun burns and those who live under it count you monster you rejoice, for perhaps where one has come others might follow. [] Goblin: Friend of fire, greedy guts, spawn of monsters, bane of dogs, all these your kin has been called yet from the Age before the Ages you have endured in every corner of the world; hunting and scrounging, singing and striving. From folly into fortune you stubble upon a brighter path. [] Kobold: Long you have toiled under the mountains, before the dwarfs found the sky, before the elves came from elsewhere, kin of dragons you are. Crafty-cunning, spiteful-swift and all the barbs of the big folk are not enough to make you forget it. Yet there's never enough room under the mountains, never enough paces for those who dream strange. Whether by wanderlust, heresy or ambition you've made your way into the wide world and vowed to make something of it. [] Lizardfolk: Born to the swamp, grown strong from its trials, yet discontent with a hunter's simple lot. Do you wonder at how the warmbloods have grown so strong and want to bring something of that secret back to your tribe, or do you just want the freedom to bask under the sun of strange places, to find yourself in company of those who speak many stranger tongues? OOC: It's been months since I ran Pathfinder quest and I find I miss it quite a lot. At the same time I never ran a quest on Golarion even though I enjoy the world; its history, its gods and its twist on classic D&D. Speaking of twists, this is in some ways a familiar theme, a being thought evil climbing out of darkness, but where most of these tales focus the great fallen to evil and ruin this is a quest of how the small and insignificant that scurry in the dark and dank places of the world can. Once the species is chosen the next update will be working on who your PC is, where they are from, what are their deeds before going out in thee world, etc.