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S: TCD [cancelled]

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S: TCD [cancelled]

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Hatake Farmhold, Konohagakure
Prior to Daybreak, Present Day

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Among the Hatake there is a saying: "Every storm brings a blessed rain". The stock meaning of the phrase was self-evident, but under the circumstances Hatake Shunpei found himself in today, it could be taken in a much more literal respect as well. The sun was gone, the sky was dark and the rain was falling by the bucket-load, but the clouds would eventually part, the sun would shine again and the pouring rain would feed the land.

...Or something like that.

The deep and esoteric meanings of ancient proverbs were not the most important thing on the boy's mind. After all, he was on the cusp of a great and exciting change: Academy graduation! Unfortunately for his anxious mind, a significant part of "great and exciting change" was "change", and change wasn't always good, like when Fukushu stopped hanging out with him. And that meant there was something to worry about.

Fortunately, Shunpei had felt confident coming out of that examination; although he was no Fukushu or [Insert New Top of Class Here], he was positively, absolutely sure that he definitely passed. So he wouldn't have to worry about that, at least. He'd even made a point of asking Uncle Toshiro-sensei just to make sure, and his very own flesh and blood wouldn't have lied to him... Right? Right? But that begged a question: what if he didn't pass?

And more importantly, what would happen if he did?

Being forced to return to the Academy was one thing, but a genin squad was a whole new animal. He'd be stuck with the same three people, day in and day out. What if he just ended up being dead weight? What if they got annoyed with him forever? What if he wasn't teamed up with Kiyoshi?

...What if he wasn't teamed up with Kiyoshi? There's no way that could end well for anyone!

It was these and other, similar, intrusive thoughts that had occupied Shunpei's mind since he had woken up hours prior. He was used to waking up early though; a few less strikes of sleep wouldn't matter too much. But if he didn't want to think about how everything could go wrong, he had to do something. So Shunpei would do one of the few things he knew how to do well: plant cultivation.

Of course, his personal garden couldn't compare to his mom's or grandfather's. It probably shouldn't even be considered a "garden" since it was just three potted plants. It wasn't even three different potted plants; two were bonsai trees (named Hinami and Hotaru, respectively), and one was a "succulent" (named Mitsuko). But what his garden lacked in variety, it made up for in quality!

After all, farming and gardening, like ninja-ing, was something Shunpei always gave 110% on. It was like the old folks in the clan always said: "Every time you help something else grow, you grow a little yourself." That was probably why everyone in his family was so tall. They were farmers after all.

Though if you asked him, he would've rather grown into a better shinobi than grown a few centi--

'Nononono. Gotta focus!' Shunpei thought, leaning towards Hinami with kunai in hand. Sculpting bonsai was a delicate process, and he didn't want to mess up. There were no distractions here. There was only the sound of rainfall, punctuated by quiet snip!s and falling leaves. It was serene, it was soothing, and for the shortest, briefest period, would abate his anxious mind.

"Good morning Shuuchan, and congratulations!"

The kunai went SLICE! and THUNK! straight through two branches and half of the trunk.

"...Oh. I'm so sorry..."

"...A-Ah..." Shunpei stared at his scarred plant, expression warped into dismay. He slowly reached out and patted her on the leaves reassuringly. Cutting Hinami was unfortunate, but it would be okay in the end--once he got over it. He had cut Hotaru before, and Mitsuko even before that. Although Mitsuko always managed to bite back with her needling. You'd think the cactus was part Hyuga or something.

After a few brief moments of emotional recovery, Shunpei turned to face his mother--because who else would appear so suddenly like that?--and beamed: "Mornin' Ma!"

He quickly noticed that she was staring at the battered bonsai.

"Oh!" Shunpei dislodged the kunai from the trunk before setting it down, "Don't worry, it's-- it's no biggie, really."

Even after a decade of exposure, his mother's sudden appearances still caught him off guard. She had this way of showing up without any warning. It wasn't only him; being startled by Hatake Yumitsu was something of a clan mainstay at this point despite all attempts at remedying it. Apparently old habits died hard for the woman who’d used to be one of the village’s preeminent infiltrators.

"Wait, you're awake now!" Shunpei realized, "Does that mean we can start makin' 'em?"

To his dismay, she shook her head. "I don't think you'll have time enough to make one for everyone," the willowy woman explained, "...Unless... you're not visiting Auntie Nona today...?"

"No way! I mean...Ahh...Not getting to everyone ain't good...but...it ain't right leaving her hangin', y'know? 'Specially like this." He gestured to the inclement weather outside with wide arm motions. Then he let his arms fall limply to his sides. "Hnng...But... It's... I should still do somethin' for today, yeah? S'not every day we graduate..."

Shunpei put a hand to his mouth and pouted, mind racing to come to a decision. All the while, Yumitsu silently stared at her fussing child, expression indecipherable.

"...C'mon." She turned around and gestured for her seated son to follow. "Don't worry about it; I've got a little something in mind. But let's get you all spiffed up, and get some breakfast in that stomach too."

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After dressing up and rapidly devouring a bowl of oyakodon (a meal second only to tempura in Shunpei's mind, but that was hardly suited for breakfast), Shunpei and his mother quickly got to work on the little project Shunpei had planned for today. Unfortunately his original plan--creating food to hand out to all his classmates and their pets--wouldn't pan out given the time constraints. Fortunately, his mother had different idea. They would make four bento for his genin team, and three extra at Shunpei's behest: one for Kiyoshi, and two just in case he was teamed with the Kimura or Asami.

"C'mon Ma, we gotta hustle if I can make it on time!" Shunpei huffed, diligently packing food into neat little sections.

"You want it to be good, right?" she pointed out, "Besides if you really wanted time, you could have woken me up."

"Thought 'bout it, but you're always so sleepy so I figured I should let you get some rest... but good point."

"Oh..." She stopped. "That was kind of you. I really appreciate it."

She looked at him and smiled, but despite her kind words, the expression she was greeted with was not one of embarrassment or mutual beneficence. Instead Shunpei's expression was confusion. For a few moments, they just stared at each other in mutual confusion.

"...Ma." It was the boy who broke the silence.

"What's wrong?"

"We got a deadline! Why'd you stop workin' on the bento?"

She laughed. "Of course, of course. How silly of me... Guess now we'll have to work really hard now, won't we?"

"You bet! But we'll get 'er done."

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In one hand, Shunpei held an umbrella. In the other he held the bento, neatly wrapped in a decorative cloth. It seemed that they did, indeed, "get 'er done"--and on time as well. But there was something missing before he could leave. Something important.

"Where's Pa?" Shunpei asked quietly, only to be met with a tense silence.

"He's...away on another mission," Yumitsu answered. Shunpei couldn't see it since he was busy staring at his feet, but his mother's expression was morose, "He won't be back for a few days."

"It's okay," Shunpei sighed, scratching the back of his head with the handle of the umbrella. His father was an active duty shinobi. He saw this coming from a mile away, but even though you can see a shuriken coming at you didn't mean it didn't hurt when he hit.

"I'm sure Yuudai's proud of you, wherever he is... I made sure to let him know."

"I know..."

"I can wake up Sayuri, if you want."

"...No thanks!" Shunpei straightened out, mind drawn away from his absent parent by the thought of his troublesome little sister. "She's always so mean. I don't wanna deal with that."

"Shunpei... You shouldn't talk about your little sister like that..."

"Hmph. Okay. Sorry, fine. _{She's still mean though.}"

"I'll do it..."

"Maaaa...! Please...!?"

"Fine, fine... I won't."

There was a short, but noticeable, pause before Shunpei was enveloped by a tight hug.

"I'm proud of you," she said, stroking the back of his head, "I'm so proud of you. Don't let anyone get you down today, you hear?"

Yumitsu released her son from her embrace and straightened out the wrinkles in his formal clothes. "Now are you sure you don't want me to walk with you and Sanae one last time? You've got a lot to carry too."

"N-No way!" the boy huffed, red-faced. He puffed his chest out like he was a real man and not an 11-year old. "I'm a genin now I can take care of myself!"

She stared at him, completely unamused. She reached a hand out to ruffle his hair and sighed. "O...kay... If you say so Genin-san. Make sure you come talk to me before your first mission, okay? I have something important I need to tell you."

"Can you tell me now?"

"...No."

"Why not?"

"Because it's... a... "big boy thing"."

"Is this the same kind of "big boy thing" that Ria keeps talking about?"

It was at this point that Hatake Yumitsu went dead silent. She took a few long, deep breaths and fiddled with her fingers. "_{...Please don't talk to me about this...} No," she stated flatly, harshly and quickly, "It isn't."

Shunpei was worried now. Apparently he'd mentioned some kind of taboo--which made sense, because according to Uncle Toshiro-sensei, they weren't supposed to know about that kind of stuff yet. "Sor--"

"Don't worry about it."

"Oh. Okay then..."

There was an awkward silence.

"...If that's all, guess I'll be going!" The excited youngster stepped out the door and opened his umbrella. Casting a final smile in his mother's direction and giving a short wave goodbye with his umbrella, Shunpei took off in the direction of the academy. "Bye Ma!"

"Don't go causin' too much trouble for your teammates or your sensei!" his mother called out before sliding the door shut. Finally alone, she sat on the floor and brought her knees to her chest.

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In the Rain, Konohagakure
Daybreak, Present Day

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Shunpei went to Sanae's house.

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What Are Heroes? (Pathfinder: Homebrew Setting)

Morien of Wyllt

Dr. Hobo Wizard, MD PhD

Name: Morien, son of Uthyr, of the village Wyllt
Age: 25
Race: Tocadre
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 155 lbs
Class: Wizard
Appearance: Link
Personality: Morien is a man with irrepressible ideals, and a habit of experimenting with medicinal substances--which is mostly unrelated to his attitude. He believes that knowledge, magic and other forms of power can and should be applied rather than amassed, and that compassion and reason are the best tools by which to improve the world. With that in mind, it isn't very surprising that his demeanor is like a floating cloud: soft, airy, and susceptible to becoming very dour when the conditions are right.

Biography: Morien was not always a wizard, nor had he ever dreamed of becoming one. He had always aspired to become a physician like his father; however not for the reasons that would motivate him later in life.

Throughout his childhood, a reputation for cleverness (or "too clever"-ness, depending on who you ask) followed him, and for good reason: his strong aptitude for learning made for rapid comprehension of complex subject matter, which lead to similarly exceptional application of rudimentary principles. Understandably, his education in medicine would be accelerated, albeit undeniably provincial. Regardless, Morien's life as his father's apprentice would end before he even came of age.

It was midsummer when the King of Caer Leon and his men passed by Wyllt on their grand hunt. At the time, Morien payed it little mind. The rich and powerful could hunt all the magical beasts they want, but all the village would care for was the brief economic upturn. His disregard would be overturned, however, when they returned. Because during the hunt, the king had been poisoned by an assassin's spear, and it was on Morien and his father to make sure the man survived the night.

...Or rather, it was on Morien alone to make sure the man survived. His father had been drinking with friends that night, and Morien had a hunch he wouldn't have known how to cure it in the first place; the poison used was quite obscure and exotic. But neither exotic nor obscure enough to prevent the erudite young man from putting together the necessary antidote. After ensuring that everything was properly dealt with, the visitors left and Morien thought his life would return to normal.

Of course, he was wrong. The king, who decided Morien's abilities would be a waste so far from "proper" civilization, would send for him some time after to begin an apprenticeship under the royal physician. And that was how the brunt of the peasant's youth would be spent within the deadly and decadent network of Tocadre royalty.

This stage of life would come to an end not long after Morien reached adulthood. It was at this point he'd decided it would be in his best interests to vanish. So he did. He wrote a note, and left to travel the world, freely plying his craft along the way for those who needed it. Morien has been doing so for the better part of six years. He still considers himself indebted to those who uplifted him--his mentor and his former liege--but he knows returning may be difficult.

The final turning point in his life came with news of an excavation gone awry. In the region, an expeditionary group had tried to excavate an ancient, infamous ruin called Benmur. As a result of their actions, disease began to spread across the villages that lay to the south. It left those infected dead, or worse: caught a state of "half-death".

The plague was bad when Morien got there, and it only got worse as he kept redoubling and redoubling his efforts again and again. The pressure mounted. The bodies piled up. The stress was getting to him. The plague was getting to him. When he wasn't working futilely, he was praying to whatever would answer. Gods, pseudogods, folk-saints, spirits, demons--none would answer the endless call. Until something did.

One year ago, Morien left behind a quiet field hospital in a dead land. Today he finds himself heading to the north, spurred on by missive issued by his shadowy patron.

He has been freeloading for the past few weeks.

Hex: bc8dbf

RWBY: Burning Embers

Not Jaune

"Wouldn't it be sick if I could turn everything around right now?"

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Personal Information

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Name:

Ochre Asche

Nicknames or Aliases:

Who?

Age:

17

Race:

Human

Kingdom of Origin

Vacuo

Appearance:

Ochre is a light-skinned teenager with blue eyes and hair that’s short, blond, and messily-layered. He stands at an average height, and possesses the “standard” build of a huntsman: firm and well-defined. His most notable wardrobe features are his red scarf and his worn-out leather jacket.

Personality Traits:

• Adventurous
• Contentious
• Decisive
• Determined
• Loyal
• Shrewd

Drive:

Ochre is a huntsman motivated by spite and ambition in equal parts. A lifetime of being considered inferior to others has fostered an insatiable thirst for power in the young man. He aspires to prove himself worthy of his esteemed family legacy, but even more than that, he wants to prove it to everyone else. In his mind, recognition of strength is just as important as strength itself. To this end, the path of a huntsman is a necessary one, full of innumerable opportunities to test oneself against the power of man and beast alike. Unfortunately, his basic parameters are too low to be considered a contender--a limitation which has been bypassed by extensive cheating.

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Mechanical Information

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Lv: 1
XP: 0
Wealth Level: 2
Legend Points: 0

Perks:

Legendary Bloodline (Warfare)
Your ancestry can be traced to a powerful group. As such, a sense of awe follows you when met by those who know and respect your heritage. You are assumed to have knowledge and a destiny for greatness in the chosen area of expertise, and others treat you with deference.

Extraordinary Presence (Semblance)
Your inherent extraordinary nature manifests itself in a tangible way of your choosing. Depending on the nature of your extraordinary presence, it might make others more likely to fear, admire, or trust you—or otherwise alter their initial perceptions of you. Whenever your extraordinary presence is relevant in a social situation, you gain advantage 1 on any action rolls you make.

Flaws:

Ambitious
You are willing to do anything to get ahead in life and often that means trampling upon other people on your way to the top. When presented with a situation requiring empathy for those beneath you, it’s typical for you to ignore their need. In addition, you may sometimes overreach in your attempts to get ahead, making bold and risky choices that can put you and those close to you in danger.

Vengeful
You let no slight go unpunished. While some might be able to shake off an insult from a tavern drunk, you take it as a personal assault that demands satisfaction. The more severe the crime, the greater the vengeance you will mete out.

Defenses

• HP: 18/18
• Guard: 12
• Toughness: 13
• Resolve: 14

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Attributes

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Physical Attributes

Might: 0/0
Fortitude: 0/0
Agility: 0/0

Social Attributes

Deception: 3/1d9
Presence: 1/1d4
Persuasion: 2/1d6

Mental Attributes

Learning: 0/0
Logic: 0/0
Perception: 2/1d6
Will: 3/1d8

Supernatural Attributes

Alteration: 0/0
Creation: 0/0
Energy: 3/1d8
Entropy: 5/2d6
Influence: 0/0
Movement: 0/0
Prescience: 0/0
Protection: 0/0

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Equipment and Inventory

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Hella Rad Leather Jacket

Type: Light

Wealth Level: 1

Required Fortitude: 0

Defense Bonus: 1

Speed Penalty: 0

Dust Guard Crossbow Gauntlet "Apfelschuss" (Light Crossbow, Small Shield)

Category: One-handed Melee, Medium Ranged

Properties: Forceful, Precise, Defensive 1

Banes: Immobile, Stunned, Knockdown

Inventory

• Scroll
• School Supplies

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Actions and Feats

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Actions:

Burn Dust (inflict Persistent Damage): Energy vs Guard

Single Target: Energy vs Guard
10' Cube: Energy vs Guard, disadvantage 1-3

Organic Deterioration: Ochre's Semblance grants him the ability to temporarily disrupt physical processes in organisms. The vector by which this is accomplished via channeling aura into a touch or a weapon attack. While overall enervation takes time, it is possible to localize the effects of this semblance on specific body parts for more immediate imposition.

(inflict Fatigued): Entropy vs Toughness
(inflict Immobile): Entropy vs Toughness
(inflict Silenced): Entropy vs Toughness
(inflict Deafness): Entropy vs Toughness
(inflict Blindness): Entropy vs Toughness
(inflict Stunned): Entropy vs Toughness
(inflict Sickened): Entropy vs Toughness

Feats:

Multi-Attack Specialist II
At the start of your turn, you may declare that you are multi-attacking. You must state how many extra attacks you would like to make. You receive a corresponding number of additional major actions, which can only be used for attacks. All of your attacks this round suffer disadvantage equal to 3 times the number of additional attacks you declare (i.e., if you make 2 attacks, you suffer disadvantage 3; 3 attacks suffers disadvantage 6). For each tier of this feat that you possess, reduce the disadvantage penalty by 1. You may use your attacks to make any combination of bane or damaging attacks, but you may not invoke boons. Resolve each attack individually, applying any other multi-targeting options as you wish. You can move between each of these attacks and they can be used to target the same creature more than once. The number of additional attacks you can make with this feat is limited to 1 + half your level, rounded up. Thus, the limit is 2 additional attacks at 1st level, 3 additional attacks at 3rd level, and 6 additional attacks at 9th level.

Looking for Players for a Homebrewed Pathfinder Setting

Oh, so you want an Iron Caster build.

That's not too hard. It just takes like two-three multiclasses, a specific pair of feats and comes online at like level 6.

Don't think it comes with Arcane Strike, but tbh you could just scalp one of the Fighter archetypes that give arcane casting/strike to get the Arcane Strike feat as long as it doesn't cuck you out of the required class feature to pull the build off.

Looking for Players for a Homebrewed Pathfinder Setting

aonprd.com/MysteryDisplay.aspx?ItemNa… Ascetic Mystery grants spellstrike to Oracles' fists, but they're Divine
d20pfsrd.com/classes/hybrid-classes/a… Blade Arcanists are pretty much Bladebound Magus but squishier and with a better spell list

Spiritualist is psychic but has two archetypes that grant spell combat

But tbh Magus is your best bet as far as mechanical viability and vibe go for first party products.

There's martial spellcaster archetypes (Child of War, Eldritch Scoundrel) that exist as well, though they don't fit what you seem to be looking for.

Looking for Players for a Homebrewed Pathfinder Setting

Do we got a Discord server or anything btw? Might be convenient to talk shop there.

Looking for Players for a Homebrewed Pathfinder Setting

@Grey By the way, are you actually interested in playing? Or were you just making a remark?

@tobiax

Yeah, I'm down.