OOC Conversation

Druid, monk, oracle, rogue. That seems like a good balance of classes.

I'm excited to see how the party dynamic plays out! Just submitted my character, eventually decided on a dromaar druid.

Character approved.

For those of you who are ready, feel free to tell us a little about who your characters were on Earth and what they were doing just before being drawn into the mystic tunnel to Golarion.

Lol my PC will definitely comment on the pale one (fetchling) and the green one (dromaar) hahaha I invision mine as having no filter lol only of course as long as everyone is comfortable with it

I do have a short backstory ready whenever we are ready to start

I'm still finishing up my character. All the mechanics should be done except for spells. Still thinking on a name. Gonna need to get art too. Had a question though.
I've been using the Archives of Nethys to source all of my rules and character creation. Not sure if that's okay or not. Someone let me know if not. Anyway, this says that I would add a spell to my repertoire every time I get a spell slot. However, it goes on to say I would get two 2nd-rank spells at level 3. The table for Oracle's spellcasting says I get three 2nd-level spell slots at level 3 though. Is this a mistake or is there something I'm missing?

I use Archives of Nethys for all my rules, so that is perfectly fine.

My guess is the description for spell repertoire is incorrect. It looks like it is still based on the Legacy version of the class. You should get 3 new rank 2 spells at level 3, plus the bonus spell from your mystery.

Very good to know, thank you. Does this also mean I would start with three 1st-rank spells at level 1 rather than two? Since the class starts with three 1st-level spell slots.

Yes, it seems that way.

Understood, I'll keep working away. :)

You can always use the Pathbuilder app. It is for free and very user friendly. It will auto populate the amount of spells and skills you get. It's a good tool if you are not sure about something.

https://pathbuilder2e.com/app.html?v=93a that's the PC version

Sounds good, I'll give a short intro! My character's name is Al, and I picture him to be of medium height with a stocky build. He has medium length black hair and brown eyes. In his free time, he enjoys reading, playing video games and hiking. He believes in hard work but also proper relaxation to maintain a good balance. Despite his natural curiosity, he can be a bit obtuse at times.

On the day he was transported to Golarion, he was working his day job, which involved being on a construction site. As he arrived on the empty site that fateful morning, he notice a strange glow from behind a tarp. When he moved the tarp aside, he had no time to react as he was drawn into the mysterious mystic tunnel.

Yeah of course, I'm sure my character will also be wondering about the change in skin tone haha

Love the story

That's actually super helpful. Thank you.

It looks like everybody has submitted their characters now. I'll look them over again tomorrow morning, then I'll get the game started!

Son of a low-income, single-parent household in the southern United States, AJ had a rough upbringing. The bullying, lack of friends, and toxic family dynamics were the norm for the first two decades of his life. The five years that followed punctuated those first two decades with... nothing. He was just a NEET that sat around, played video games, played TTRPGs with his friends, and felt sorry for himself. It was an unremarkable life, but the five years that followed the five nothing years were the exact opposite. Moved out of his parents' house, got married, and aspired to be a high school English teacher. Meeting his wife turned his whole life around. Following her example was what guided AJ to discover his love for education. It would be all the better if he could inspire the next generation to not follow his mistakes. Halfway to his Bachelor's degree, bartending on the weekends, and four years into his job as a substitute teacher, life was really starting to look up, even if spinning all of those plates was incredibly stressful.

AJ was happy, awkward, and always a massive nerd. His typical hard gaze, alternative dress sense, and love for angsty music didn't make his lighthearted personality very obvious though. Friends and his in-laws told him frequently that he was a joy to be around. A couple of friends had felt comfortable enough to even come out to him as trans, which made him very happy. When asked, AJ expressed that he would feel comfortable as a man or woman. In truth, he never felt a strong attachment to any pronoun. Masculinity and femininity both excited him. However, the world was more accepting of simple pictures. A man is a man. A woman is a woman. Why go through the effort of exploring femininity when it was easier and safer to just stay in the bubble of being what he appeared to be? His friend referred to him as "gender jello". Fluid, but too lazy to move. Just slightly wobbling.

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It was the end of a long week. Friday. Close to midnight. AJ just got done closing up the bar. Two shifts. One at the high school, one at the bar. These days always had him tired and ready to get drunk when he got home. The parking lot was freezing cold from winter. Ice covered the pavement. After throwing the trash into the dumpster, he dumped himself into the car and groaned to himself. After finding a song that particularly resonated with his emo mood, he hit the road.

Just a scar
Somewhere down inside of me
Something I cannot repair
Even though it will always be
I pretend it isn't there

It was hard to see through the frosted windshield. The road was barely visible, but it was familiar. He wasn't worried. No, he was speeding. Not because he wanted to get home that badly, but because he was just enjoying driving. A part of him just wanted to drive. He didn't care about the destination. As he turned into the alley to get home, a blinding light took him elsewhere.

Another snow storm... he paused leaning on the shovel. The cold air hurt his lungs, shoveling hurt his back and knees. Through the frosted breath, he looked around the neighborhood, a nice street, good place to raise a family, good schools. But that was mostly done for him, divorced, kids all grown and doing their careers.

He still worked, computer programing, consulting mostly during the day, computer gaming at night. Kept his mind busy, but certainly not his body. Doctor kept telling him to get more exercise, but just never sort of set that way. Growing up he always joked he was short, fat, and slow - the perfect anti-athlete.

Looking around at all the snow, lots more exercise he guessed.

Slowly he shoveled... damn this was hard. He hated winter, hated the dark, hated the cold, hated the shoveling. Take it slow so you don't have a heart attack... watch the ice... what's that bright light?... icy patch... damn he was falling...