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Hey all, JB here.

I'm a DM for a large number of games here on RPG, as well as a player in several others. Many of the games I run are overly complex, or they involve Dungeons and Dragons (which is also overly complex!).

I work 40+ hours a week, and am the proud father of two tiny terrors named Chibi and Chibette and married to my beautiful Wifey. As such, I am quite busy more often than not. I typically write 2-5 paragraphs per reply and try to maintain an excellent level of grammar. If you noticed me glancing at your profile, I probably was looking to see if you would be a good match for my RPing style. Even if I didn't send a PM to you, feel free to send one back!

I enjoy 1x1 RPs and small groups. I'm fond of medieval, steampunk, and futuristic settings, and I'll jump into romance, adventure, and slice of life RPs fairly quickly, although supernatural (vampires, werewolves, etc) RPs get old for me pretty quickly. If you're looking for an RP partner and I've glanced at your profile, then I'm most likely willing to give it a shot, but decided against PMing you because I'm actually kinda shy. But I'm always looking for a new friend!

Please feel free to say hi at any time!

Name/Aliases: JB, JBRam, Jeebs
Gender: M
DOB: June 1988
Location: Maine (East Coast USA)
Hobbies: Ridiculously complex RP ideas involving lots of spreadsheets.

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The noble intentions of the other woman were definitely more altruistic than Mila's actions, but the party did not need to know that. "Defending the honor of your deity? I would certainly have no quarrel with that, unless your deity happens to be Orcus. Demons are nasty folk, to be sure." The warlock glanced around the area, trying to keep an eye out for enemies awaiting them. This field they were in must be patrolled by extremely powerful clerics to ensure that the deceased (or unconscious) were rescued before their demise, but it certainly posed several problems. Her necromantic signature spells would be less than useful if all of her foes disappeared before death. The Hexblade's power was drawn at least partially from the death of those she cursed, and the Soul Cage that her fingers now slowly released would see little use with no souls to entrap.

"I say we take a quick breather," Mila suggested. "My guess is if we haven't returned after an hour, the teleportation spell that moved us here might be permanent. Although I too was defending... some sort of honor, I am less likely to be in any sort of distress about missing an hour or so. I am more concerned about the witch coming back to exact vengeance, and would like to not be around for that." She plopped down on the grass and began to strum a tune on her lyre lazily, a calm and listless melody reminiscent of the plight of innocence lost in a wild world.

"And what about you two?" Mila asked pointedly to the dwarf and artificer. "What were you up to when you were brought here so forcefully?" Her legs crossed underneath her, and she rocked slowly in time with the music. Every so often, a quiet tune, almost like a lullaby. Despite the Infernal language, the song held the same theme of innocence and wonder at every new thing, beautiful and strange and completely foreign to this world.
So logging on today and it seems like the Guild is running smoother than the snail pace of a day or so ago. Still awaiting a response, and if the Guild does return to normal speed we at least have a day logged where we can ask Mahz to go back and find out what caused the hamsters to run out of energy.

For a request to anyone that had any issues, would everyone be able to link any duplicate posts/threads in here that need to be attended to. We had one person who sadly posted her roleplay 4 times and even myself posting this thread accidentally posted it five times.

Hopefully the last of the storm is behind us and we can get things back on track as soon as possible.

Duplicate post. The inconsistent nature of the site is making it difficult to make responses to PMs... most of my 1x1 RPs have essentially halted right now.
As Dyn garnered Jill's attention, she nodded and withdrew the pearl from her pack. "It will take me a few minutes, but I can gladly identify it. I will need to take the necklace, of course." Jill retrieved the jewelry and began concentrating on it, humming a tune to herself as she leaned against the wall of the cavern, floating lightly in the water. About eleven minutes later, she began to get a more complete picture of the item's properties, which she shared with the group.

This was a Necklace of Elemental Fury (requires attunement by a spellcaster), and each bead contained a spell effect for a different element. There were seven orbs in the necklace: Red for Fireball, Orange for Melf's Acid Arrow (as a level 3 spell), Yellow for Lightning Bolt, Green for Stinking Cloud, Blue for Sleet Storm, Black for Vampiric Touch, and White for Spirit Guardians. As an Action, one can pull one of the beads from the necklace and cast the spell appropriate for the color bead. At dawn each day, up to 1d6+1 used beads return (in order of the colors listed above). If all seven beads are depleted, roll 1d20. On a 1, the necklace turns nonmagical and loses all properties.
The kraken fails its Wis save to resist the paralysis effect. Seeing her chance, Jill drew her rapier and darted in, piercing the krake spawn in its eye and killing it.
Initiative

21 - Koan - @Gordian Nought
21 - Giant Octopus
21 - Kraken
15 - Jill - @JBRam2002
15 - Noriam - @The Grey Dust (Grappled)
14 - Cynthia - @JBRam2002
13 - Gearforged Templars (Deceased)
8 - Adrevz - @Zverda (Grappled)
6 - Dyn - @Hekazu
5 - Alexis - @Guardian Angel Haruki (Grappled)
Combat Complete!

Everyone gains 9,600 EXP!
Marthysan the Righteous


At Ming's question, Marthysan smiled warmly. "As the previous winner, I was given the opportunity to help pick this year's competitors. I heard about your valiant efforts against the oni, and researched some information about all of you. Although I do not often work with those with an affinity to negative energy, I have faith that you have good in your heart. Some of your companions were a little harder to get information from, but I believe you have the best chance to win this tournament."

Marthysan took a seat on one of the comfortable chairs in the sitting room, motioning for the others to join him. "Although I cannot give you information on the other contestants, I can provide crucial information about the previous games. If you were not aware, there were a handful of cheaters that nearly destroyed the reputation of the games, and I worry that they may be trying to weasel their way back into this competition, even after a decade."

As the group settled in, Marthysan began to share the tale of the Ruby Phoenix Tournament. The sorceress Hao Jin left an indelible mark upon the land of Tian Xia. Throughout her centuries-long life, Hao Jin—a devout follower of Abadar, god of contracts, wealth, and order—set out to amass her own First Vault, a collection of those items she deemed most perfect or wondrous in all the world.

Among the many Abadaran pacts and contracts that dictated Hao Jin’s life was her carefully contracted agreement with the temple of Abadar in Goka regarding the fate of her collection in the event of her eventual death. Fearful that her treasures would fall into the wrong hands or simply be lost to history, Hao Jin left strict instructions that were she not to set foot within the temple for 10 years and a day, on the 10 year anniversary of that occasion, an epic competition of martial arts was to be held, overseen by the city’s Abadaran clergy; the winning team would be allowed to choose a single item as a prize for their victory. Not only would this prevent the collection from immediately being broken up, but it also ensured her life’s work would attain its own legendary immortality through the prestige the contest would bring.

During her lifetime, many who knew of her will attempted to end her life prematurely, and many succeeded. But Hao Jin had contingencies in place to such a degree that even her most cunning and careful would-be assassins underestimated her ability to return from the dead. Each time an enemy killed her, she miraculously emerged unscathed days later, her red hair a shade more vibrant than before her death. Her ability to overcome death and the resemblance her hair soon had to an animated, flickering flame earned Hao Jin the nickname Ruby Phoenix, and over the centuries of her life, many believed her to be truly immortal.

Yet in 6891 IC (Imperial Calendar; 4391 AR), a recordkeeper at Goka’s Grand Bank of Abadar informed the archbanker that a decade and a day had passed since the Ruby Phoenix last visited the temple. The conditions of her will had been met. As no one had seen nor heard from the sorceress for several years, she was assumed to have finally met her end, and the preparations were made to conduct the first Ruby Phoenix Tournament 10 years later. That tournament also established the office of the Emissary, an Abadaran official appointed for life to run the proceedings.

Each decennial since, the greatest champions from across Golarion have vied for the victors’ spot, and most contestants have competed honorably and passionately. A decade ago, however, the Ruby Phoenix Tournament was the subject of a terrible scandal that resulted in the first disqualification of a contestant in over a century.

In the last Ruby Phoenix Tournament, a sorceress from Lingshen was disqualified just prior to the final round for cheating. She swore vengeance upon her competitor, the de facto victor Marthysan the Righteous. While some believe she may strike soon, the event happened a decade ago, and many believe the sorceress has forgotten about the perceived slight or moved on.

More than 30 of the 128 entrants in the thirtieth tournament perished in unrelated accidents, or exhibition combats not covered by the tournament’s strictures on ethics, honor, and safety. More than half of these deaths were attributed to the dragon Huyanwo, whose defeat has long been the ambition of Ruby Phoenix contestants hoping to make a name for themselves outside the arena.

The 7201 tournament’s legacy was further clouded by a surprising number of gambling-related murders in Goka, attributed to a spike in organized criminal activities surrounding the games. Some believe the Golden League, one of the most influential criminal organizations in Tian Xia, has its sights set on ensuring this year’s tournament provides it even higher returns on its gambling books.

The shamed competitor was the earth sorceress Wu Dizhen, who was caught callously and repeatedly cheating and had to be ejected from the contest. Among the most egregious of her crimes were employing her identical twin, Wu Jufeng, as a body double (which allowed her to leave the island for healing and aid), using Wu Jufeng as outside aid during contests, and not sparing foes who forfeited bouts. Wu Dizhen’s crimes were discovered only moments prior to her entry into the final round of the contest, and her disqualification resulted in the automatic victory of her competitor, the Iomedaean paladin Marthysan the Righteous.

Now the twins—conjoined at birth and now distinguishable from one another only by which side of their body bears the scar of their separation—have set their sights on disrupting this year’s Ruby Phoenix Tournament and attaining victory over the contest by destroying the centuries-old institution entirely. To aid them in this endeavor, they have allegedly allied with the sinister Golden League, an organized crime syndicate based in mainland Goka. For their part, the masters of the Golden League likely hope that they can use the twins’ meddling to ensure their champion wins the contest, guaranteeing that their gambling racket brings in the highest profits possible.

Marthysan leaned back in his chair, his tale seemingly come to an end. "As you can see, not only do I not truly deserve this suite, as I only won due to technicalities, I would also like to employ your aid in helping keep me safe. I believe the Sisters Wu and their cohorts the Golden League will do everything they can to not only win this Tournament, but also to kill me. In return for your aid, I will allow you to stay here and provide what information I can, as well as an extra body outside the arena. What say you?"
Late afternoon turned to evening as the travelers delved into their research, poring over dusty tomes and cracked leatherbacks. The group collectively had enough experience and understanding to realize that research would provide much-needed answers, and answers they received. Hidden away in the dark recesses of the Mavrosian library were texts about many things and rumors about many others. Perhaps traveling to cities that carried more specific stories might yield more specific answers, but at the end of four hours, many of the more broad questions had been answered.

Lawrence kept busy by retrieving books and replacing the discarded articles, as well as pointing out where specific sections of the library were. By the end of four hours, tge group had only begun to tap into the wealth of knowledge contained in the library, but fatigue was beginning to set in. Duke Vicente, having finished his required duties for the day, poked his head into the library. "My friends and fellows, I have a meal prepared for you all in the Great Hall. It is a feast fit for heroes, and I pray it shall invigorate your minds and bodies. A respite may be helpful, and you can share the information you have gathered."

The invitation seemed to be a wise suggestion, and although any could choose to refuse it, turning down such a feast might not be the best idea. All who accepted the invitation could then follow Duke Vicente to where he had held court, and the long Great Hall now held a table of the finest foods from many cultures. From dwarven ale to elven lambas, anything the travelers could desire was waiting for them. "Please, enjoy, and share with us your findings," the Duke requested, pulling up a chair at the head of the table.
Bobbin isn't that drunk... yet :P
@ihinka - you're up!


The druid had been lazily sauntering along for a few seconds, unconcerned with whether the bandits escaped or not. Unlike the rest of those in the group apparently, Bobbin was fine with clearing them away and scaring them off. But this new information changed his thought process. An apparently young girl was in danger, and although Bobbin held little altruism in his heart for the common adventurer, only the truly evil would leave a child to her death or worse at the hands of bandits. He only hoped it wasn't a trap, but the druid had no time to waste to read their captive's intentions.

With a roar, the bear charged forward at full speed, dodging around the entanglement that bound the crossbowmen in place. No, Bobbin had one goal in mind now, and he would not stop until it was achieved, or he died trying. Gods, he hoped he didn't die trying. There were so many drinks he had yet to sample. As the bear lumbered forward, Bobbin focused on his combat training as best as he could, reinvigorating his mind and body... slightly. It seemed he was too distracted to truly gain much benefit from his healing yet.



"No wait!" Mila called out as the light enveloped their adversary. "Why'd you leave her alive?!" Mila cried at Rygar, fury evident on her face. "Now we won't get a chance to get our answers from her! Tmaf'rz kh la pyilw jiduilz; far zmaf vawz oyir zmy waoz vorv zylvyr oarc ao xe eaar sarp!" The tiefling devolved into Infernal cursing once again before she finally took a breath and looked back at her assumed allies, apparently calm once more.

"Right... so, she is not dead. With any luck, we have chased her away to never fight us again. I am not so hopeful, however... a mage like her is bound to have powerful and dangerous allies. Like that assassin..." Mila looked around frantically for a moment, but didn't see him. "I suppose first things should be first, eh? I am Mila, a servant of the Raven Queen and a destroyer of all those who defile the natural order, like that Archbitch. Does anyone know where we are?"

If nothing else, the intense focus of her fighting style seemed to dissipate as Mila's conversation shifted from one item to the next. Her gaze bounced between the various people that had joined her in the fight. They had seemed like valiant fighters, what little they had contributed. She couldn't blame the monk for trying to get answers; he likely didn't have lifelong access to magic like she had. Her fingers clutched at a tiny silver cage she held in her component pouch, regret still evident on her face. Further investigation revealed that one of their number was no longer moving after she had teleported closer... and in fact appeared to have turned to stone. Mila stepped forward and placed a hand on the triton's petrified features and sighed. "This magic is far beyond what I can fix. I'm sorry, but her time has come." Just then, the bright light enveloped the statue's form. "Frickin Levistus, can't I just have one moment?!"

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