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Topic: RDINN is moving to facebook!
Subject: Nice
   
Posted on 2012-04-01 at 07:17:19.
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Topic: Hi all
Subject: yay!
New blood in the house! Excellent!
Welcome to the Inn, Pathfinder! Always good to see new faces in here. Please feel free to roam about, lurk on the games, join one or two perhaps. Like cdnflirt said above, don't hesitate to send me, any other staff member or basically any of us a private message or drop a question on one of the forums. We'll be happy to answer.
We're a jolly bunch in here and to many or even most this place is hotter than Facebook, Twitter and whatsnot together. It's like a second home. 
Oh and next time you login, make sure you've got towel within reach. 
Posted on 2012-03-31 at 20:17:24.
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Topic: Looking for 2 new players/characters
Subject: NP
Go ahead and pick the thief, Brundel. I have another type of character planned.
Posted on 2012-03-28 at 13:58:40.
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Topic: goodbye for now
Subject: Welcome back!
That's the spirit of a true Innmate. Welcome back, Mort!
Posted on 2012-03-28 at 04:59:32.
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Topic: Shadow Cathedral Q/A
Subject: Whoops.
Ah you got me there. A quick fix in place now, me thinks.
Posted on 2012-03-27 at 20:34:26.
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Topic: The Shadow Cathedral
Subject: Where are they?
The suggestion Mylos made was as good as any. Marius would've preferred to start with the house of the burgomaster or a temple or church, but picking the starting point by the closeness of its location was not a bad choice either. The one the Brahun was pointing at appeared to be a nondescript family house like most of the buildings in the town. The witch hunter took a look at the houses on either side of it and found no significant differences. The gaze of the blue eyes moved from window to window and met no heads popping in and out from the shadows to take a peek at the strangers in the square. There were no shutters in front of the windows and even the curtains hadn't been drawn. That seemed strange to the Sendrian.
As the rest of the group entered the townhouse, Marius lingered outside. Judging from what he'd seen so far, he felt quite sure the whole town or at least most of the buildings were empty. Had some evil entity or a roving band of raiders attacked the place, all the doors would have been barred, windows shut or tables and cupboards pushed in front of them to give cover. There were no signs of hastily built defenses in any of the houses. It was as if everyone had simply disappeared. Therefore the townspeople had all either run for their lives, were hiding in a single, most defendable place like a church or…. or they were all dead. Though Marius quickly dismissed the last thought as he saw nothing that would indicate any fighting having taken place.
While his companions were examining house, the witch hunter took a walk around the pyre. At first he thought the fire was already dying out and putting up a lot of smoke, but instead there was a strange thick fog rising and starting to hide much of the square from view. Though he was keen to learn the identity of the one burning, Marius was even more interested in any tracks he might find on the ground at the square.
He knelt down on one knee to have a closer look, but cautiously kept his left hand on the handle of his heavy sword. It was clear that there had been a large crowd there very recently, but the traces in the sand didn't tell tales of a battle either. A section of ground showing less activity seemed to come from the southern part of the town to the pole, but there was no following it as it too was soon covered by the tracks of the crowd.
Marius could well imagine the events that had taken place in the square. Everyone in the village had gathered around the square to witness the evil witch's burning. They'd probably been spitting and yelling all kinds of well deserved curses and ugly names at the witch as the town guards had dragged him or her to the pyre. He could almost hear the voices of the villagers and the high pitched scream of the devil worshipper. He'd witnessed it plenty enough times himself.
Standing back up, the grim warrior took his time to take in the details of the town once more. He tried to figure out where the villagers could have gone, but couldn't immediately spot anything obvious. The group would probably need to ride around the town later to see if there was a sanctuary out of view somewhere. The rest of the group returned from inside the house. Having concluded his examination of the town square, brother Marius decided to follow his friends inside the largest building at the square, the inn. It didn't take long for them to go through all the rooms and find nothing out of the ordinary other than the fact that the people were missing.
Next on the list was another characterless building which turned out to be the local library. It was a surprise for the educated warrior to find a library in a remote village such as this. It wasn't all that common to have a center of knowledge in a place so small. Books were rare enough and usually too expensive for just anyone to acquire. And more, farmers rarely had time to worry about history or science or immerse themselves into fictional stories for that matter. Whatever the reason for its existence, the library intrigued Marius beyond anything he'd seen in the village so far, the pyre included. Of course the collection wasn't too big. It was nothing compared the Royal library of Felarin or the secret book storages of the Witch Hunter brotherhood hidden inside the very same city. The selection contained mostly children's stories, local lore and some poetry, but Marius would gladly have spent more than a short moment with the books to see if there were any controversial volumes present. Now was not the time for it however. Noting the half-eaten sandwich, the dark-clad warrior followed the others outside…
… Only to storm back a heartbeat later, when they heard noises from inside the library they had just exited. An old man was descending the stairs from the second floor and he seemed to be very angry. The robe the apparent librarian was wearing looked just as old as the man himself, but was clearly of good quality and expensive. The look on his face was far from sane and his words made little more sense:
“What are you doing here? Who sent you? Curse the bellows and whispers of the fog. Curse you, demonspawn.” The old scholar fumbled the symbol of Jusarin nervously as if hoping the Magister would help him dispel the intruders from his dear library. “Be gone from this holy place!”
Marius raised his eyebrow at the last outcry. Holy place? Perhaps for you and your weakling god. Without your zealousness some of the most evil tomes in the world would have been destroyed centuries ago. Mylos spoke first, but the witch hunter ignored the gnome's remark as well as his greeting to the librarian. He gave the old man no time to recover himself and reply to Mylos. The witch hunter took a few quick steps to reach the elderly man, grabbed him by the front of his robe and pulled him closer. "Listen carefully, graybeard. You seem to be the only one still alive in this Rydor forsaken backwater village of yours. It might not be too far-fetched to claim you're the one responsible for the disappearance or even deaths of the others. So unless you wish to join whomever is enjoying the cleansing flames of the Lawmaker outside, you start making some sense. NOW!"
There was nothing in the witch hunter's voice that would reveal his threat to be an empty one. His companions were fairly sure he wouldn't go ahead and carry through the cruel promise… Probably. The stare from the unblinking bright blue eyes of Marius Thulmann drilled into the scholar's eyes and he seemed to calm down, but didn't let go of the robe. As he spoke again, the templar's voice was firm yet equally intimidating. "Do we have a common understanding?"
Posted on 2012-03-27 at 18:31:30.
Edited on 2012-03-27 at 20:33:52 by Raven
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Topic: LC Avengers QnA
Subject: yep
My thoughts exactly. Of course that would mean Danamar would be the one doing the sneaking, I guess. And he might miss most of the fun. Perhaps a little plant growth might help though.
How about we try to lure the goblins away from the halflings and Danamar casts Plant Growth to slow them down? 150 foot radius would slow the ones caught in the center down for a fairly long time.
Posted on 2012-03-26 at 18:46:10.
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Topic: Looking for 2 new players/characters
Subject: Hmmm...
Tempted, I am my friend. Tempted.
Posted on 2012-03-26 at 18:34:48.
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Topic: Shadow Cathedral Q/A
Subject: Hyup
No worries, mate. We're all busy every now and then, more often than not it seems nowadays.
Posted on 2012-03-22 at 06:12:42.
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Topic: Shadow Cathedral Q/A
Subject: No worries, the posts will come
I'd say we're pretty much waiting for the DM post next. That's not to say Almein should hurry about it, though. :p
Posted on 2012-03-21 at 18:09:08.
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Topic: Shadow Cathedral Q/A
Subject: Nice
Oh even more posts! Good work guys. 
Posted on 2012-03-19 at 18:49:30.
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Topic: I'M DYING!!!
Subject: Woohoo
Wow! Great news! All the best for you both or in fact three.
Posted on 2012-03-19 at 18:46:50.
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Topic: Shadow Cathedral Q/A
Subject: yeah!
Thanks Almerin! I love the game already.
Posted on 2012-03-18 at 19:54:38.
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Topic: Shadow Cathedral Q/A
Subject: yay
One down, one to go. I have posted as well.
Posted on 2012-03-17 at 23:04:09.
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Topic: The Shadow Cathedral
Subject: First post in
Smoke. A faraway pillar of black smoke caught the witch hunter's eye as he let his gaze wonder across the horizon. It was too big and too dark to be from a stove or a fireplace and too small and concentrated to be a forest or field fire. Marius pulled Grey's reins slightly to slow it down and turned his eyes towards the smoke. No. The shape of the smoke was very familiar to him. During his decades in the service of Rydor hunting for all things evil he'd learnt a fire like that could mean two things. Either there was a farmhouse burning in the distance or someone had build a pyre. It was not a time for bonfires in Ertain now, so if the fire was burning on purpose, Marius Thulmann was keen to know what the purpose was.
The grim witch hunter didn't have to wait for his companions to reach him. Nor did he need to give them any explanation why he had decided the turn off the road. They would've seen the smoke too and were wondering the same thing as he was. The group had come fairly near to the Sendrian border on their trip, but certainly not close enough for the source of the smoke reside beyond it. Marius knew this area fairly well as he had crossed the border into and out of his old homeland more times than he cared to count. Sendria was not a nice place to be in and no one in his sane mind would venture there on purpose. Then again some had argued that Marius Thulmann wasn't quite in his right mind…
But the fact that they were still on Ertainian lands didn't necessarily mean the fire hadn't been started by Amerloc's people. The Seekers often crossed the border as if it didn't even exist. Rumour had it that the rulers of Ertain had sent official complaints to their Sendrian counterparts, but to little effect. More often than not the messenger had not returned with an answer or even if he had, the reply had not been of the desired kind. Marius Thulmann wasn't a man to shake easily, but the thought of the Seekers made him frown. His single encounter with a squad of Hawks had been bloody and the witch hunter had no wishes to dwell on its memory one bit longer. It was all in the past now.
Some time later their little caravan had followed the trail of smoke into a fairly large village. Riding down what appeared to be the main street, the witch hunter raised an eyebrow at its emptiness. He still wasn't able to see the source of the smoke, but from the distance he had pin pointed the fire into the middle of the village. Strangely the smoke was hanging low amongst the buildings. It was probably due to the lack of wind as far as Marius knew, but still the smoky street made him a little bit nervous. It was not easy to see to far, but even then there should have been voices or at least shapes of people in the haze. Unconsciously Marius lowered his right hand on the pommel of his heavy sword and pulled Grey slowly to a stop to let his companions pass while he was observing the surroundings.
There was a familiar odor in the smell of the fire. Flesh was burning and years of experience said it wasn't pork or venison… The sight that faced Marius and his companions as they rounded the last building to the square was something the witch hunter had been expecting to see, yet at the same time something hadn't. When it came to burning witches at the stake, Marius wasn't a first timer. For sure, a number of times he had been the one dragging the evil sorceress or warlock there. It was never something he had enjoyed doing, but sometimes the cleansing fire was the only thing that stopped the witch from coming back. And now they were facing a "purgatorius ignis" in this village in the middle of northern Ertain… And they were alone.
The fact that there was no one else in the square watching and celebrating the agonizing death of the evildoer surprised Marius more than the pyre itself. There wasn't even a fellow templar or a local clergyman present and that to him was unheard of. The thought was quickly cast aside as the flames made way to show a burnt body leaning against a blackened post. Usually, if the witch was not nailed into the wooden beam, she was shackled in order to keep her in the upright position through the whole thing. That way the suffering took longer and was even more painful. It was something he had always quietly objected to, but also something that was explicitly demanded by the clergy of Rydor. Apparently it was the only was to stop the evil spirit from coming back.
Marius pulled his grey stallion to a halt quite close to the fire, but yet far enough to keep the animal safe. He tried to get a good look at the person tied to the pole to get some indication who he or she had been, but then the flames engulfed the body again and it all but disappeared from sight. The witch hunter led his horse a little more to the side and kept his back to the pyre. The reactions of his friends were diverse, but also expected. He knew them all well enough to guess how each of them would take in the sight. Everyone in the group knew his profession of course, but this was the first time they were witnessing the fiery death of an evil soul together.
It was the words of Mylos that made Marius turn and face his companions. “This place is cursed we should not linger more than we have to. However, I think we should check the houses a witness to these crimes may be there, and also certain... plunders, if Alanus is good.”
The morose holy warrior took his customary time to reply, but shook his head slightly before he did. The greed was a part of Mylos and he couldn't help it. Marius couldn't care less about it as long as the Brathun didn't go around robbing innocent people. If the village was really empty and its people had left the place for good, then Mylos could have his way with anything that was left behind. But the templar didn't agree on them leaving as soon as possible…
"Cursed or not, dear Mylos, we will investigate the events that have taken place in here. And when and only when we are satisfied there is no longer any evil still lurking in this Rydor forsaken village, will we take our leave.", brother Marius said in his deep voice. The words came out well articulated as always. They weren't much more than a whisper, but despite the crackle of the fire, everyone heard them well. Yet, in no way was the witch hunter a leader of the group or anyone's master. His last henchman had died a few years ago in the hands - or fangs - of vampire gone wild. After slaying the bloodsucker Marius had decided to try a different kind of approach from then on. So far being part of the group had proved to be very successful. Of course that meant taking the wishes of the others into account as well, but he had long ago seen that they all were basically doing to the same thing even if for different reasons.
And everyone else had also come to understand that in situations like this, it would be foolish to try to turn Marius away. He would stay back in the village alone if need be until the matter was solved. The group needed everyone of its members, the witch hunter included.
Posted on 2012-03-17 at 23:03:13.
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Topic: Friend Computer wants you!
Subject: Oooh yeah!
Ah Paranoia! I've got such good memories of the game from some 20-23 ago. I'd love to join the game, but as I'm in two games already, I'd probably end up slowing the game down. Bugger. Perhaps later should a possibility present itself to me. Lurk I will for sure.
- Thank you for your cooperation. Please report to the nearest termination center immediately. -
Posted on 2012-03-16 at 18:14:51.
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Topic: Shadow Cathedral Q/A
Subject: Niiiice
Marius is not keen on driving the wagon. He will rather take point with his light warhorse Grey. He might be willing to ride a stage coach sometimes, but prefers the freedom of a horse.
Posted on 2012-03-16 at 09:18:03.
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Topic: Shadow Cathedral Q/A
Subject: Hep
Indeed! Excellent stuff!
Posted on 2012-03-14 at 07:56:14.
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Topic: Shadow Cathedral Q/A
Subject: Style ftw
Indeed. I do have to "waste" two feats for the Pistols, both of which you mentioned above, Ayrn.
Posted on 2012-03-13 at 22:03:32.
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Topic: Shadow Cathedral Q/A
Subject: Say whaa?
400000 gp? Huh?
Posted on 2012-03-13 at 20:59:13.
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Topic: Shadow Cathedral Q/A
Subject: Hmmm
Does it really change anything? A blunderbuss is effectively like a heavy crossbow with a shorter range. Marius can at most shoot twice per combat anyway. The pistols are more a visual thing than anything else. But if you guys really feel they aren't a good idea, I can get rid of them.
I used to be against firearms in DnD myself, but as long as they're fairly expensive and rare, I don't honestly see them turning the game into something else.
Posted on 2012-03-13 at 14:37:52.
Edited on 2012-03-13 at 14:41:42 by Raven
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Topic: Shadow Cathedral Q/A
Subject: no worries
Worry ye not, friends. Our dear DM has of course given me the green light considering the pistols.
And Aleric is correct, the DMG has a table for exotic weapons including Renaissance Pistol or something. So that's what the weapon is based upon. Single shot blunderbusses ofc.
And thanks guys. I'm glad you liked it.
Posted on 2012-03-13 at 07:09:10.
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Topic: Shadow Cathedral Q/A
Subject: The promised description of Marius Thulmann
Ok so this is not a perfect description of Marius, but it should give everyone a general idea.
Two scruffy looking men at the tavern's counter are holding their clay beer mugs just a bit too tightly. Their dirty heads are close together and they are whispering something together nervously. The men are doing quite well to hide their anxiety as their posture seems relaxed and there is a smile on each of their faces. But to someone observing closely the cold sweat on their foreheads, the quick glances and the trembling hands reveal the fear gripping their backbones. The tavern is quite full and most of the patrons do not waste a breath for the duo at the bar. Yet in the shadowy corner near the entrance and one of the fireplaces, the sharp eyes of one man do not let the subtle signs pass unnoticed.
Marius Thulmann watches the suspicious duo for a moment longer and takes a puff on his pipe. The sudden rush of air lights the the tobacco in the pipe's bowl brightly and reveals the witch hunter's facial features for a blink of an eye. One of the men happens to cast a quick glance at Thulmann's direction at the very moment and seems to miss a heartbeat. The strikingly bright blue eyes on the emotionless, weathered face are locked into his and seem to eat their way right into his soul. The witch hunter immediately recognizes the source of the farmers' fear… It is Thulmann himself the men are worried about. Apparently his reputation has proceeded him and reached this backwater place before him.
The two fools at the counter must have done someone something wrong, committed some act of evil, to be wary of a witch hunter. Normal people living their lives in peace have nothing to fear from Marius or the organization he is a part of. Then again pathetic criminals like these two are unworthy of his attention. They are better left to be handled by the local authorities or a marshal than to waste the precious time of a witch hunter. No. Neither of them is the one he is after…
It is easy for anyone to compare Marius with Ark. The two could not be much more different in outlook or behavior. Where the young sylvari half-blood is a joyful fellow, the witch hunter is almost sulky in his grimness. If he ever smiles, it doesn't come openly and never does he laugh out loud. All the darkness, the chaos and the evil have eaten most of his joy for life. Marius Thulmann practically exists only to destroy the malevolent beings whose actions are turning regular people into somber creatures such as himself. On a trip, the witch hunter tends to ride the point and at a campsite he often lies his head down somewhat apart from the rest.
In a conversation, Marius is often slow to respond, but those who know him better also know he will more often than not have a reply ready. The man of 40 or so summers never seems to lie, not even when a little white one could be more valuable than the ugly truth. More than once have his words hurt someone deeply even when that has not been his purpose. And once again, Marius and Ark are very different when it comes to sharing information about themselves. The Sendrian never speaks of his past unless asked directly. Even then he is prone to avoid responding if at all possible. All his companions have managed to gather about him during their travels together is that Marius Thulmann is a son of a nobleman from Davnor. Yet he has left his homeland decades ago in search of an undead lord responsible for the disappearance of his little brother, the only person Marius has apparently ever truly loved.
It is also clear to anyone well versed in the Antaronian heraldry, that the tattoo of Rydor symbol engulfed in flames on his left palm is the sign of a semi-secret joint order of the Iron Flame and the Justicars. The members like Marius are simply referred to as witch hunters although their prey is hardly only warlocks or conjurers of evil powers. The name of the Ertain based order is so secret that almost no one outside it is allowed to know it.
The whole presence of Marius Thulmann screams of danger. Rare are the men brave or insane enough to sneak upon the witch hunter let alone challenge him into a duel. And rarer still are the ones who have walked out live from such a foolish attempt. For Marius is not a forgiving or merciful man. In his world there are too many people making the lives of others miserable to let every one of them live when caught. But he is sworn to uphold the law and if the law says someone should not die for his sins, then so be it. Fortunately the law does require criminals to be punished for their abusive actions...
In most occasions the hoarse voice and the sharp words of the witch hunter are enough to intimidate anyone willing to test his or her luck in combat with the raven-haired man. But in the uncommon occasion when it is not enough to turn someone aside from the path of self destruction, he or she will have to survive a ruthless warrior who spits on the idea of fighting honorably. In mortal combat only one thing matters to Marius - survival. The witch hunter is a very strong man even though his tall frame isn't bulging with muscle like one of them northern barbarians. Yet his prowess in battle does not come from physical power alone. The enchanted mighty hand and a half sword flies around with respectable skill and ease and tends to find the weak spots in the opponent's defense. But before an enemy can lock himself in a fierce melee fight, he must be able to dodge a bullet or two from the duo of pistols Marius carries everywhere. Not all can…
The witch hunter's outfit is mostly black. The wide brimmed hat hides most of the weathered and scarred face including the blue eyes, a sharp nose, thin lips and the stubble covering a strong chin and cheeks. A completely black suit of chain seems to suck in light and create a shadow around Marius. On top of the armor is a black leather vest with sewn in scabbards for six throwing knives. And long leather boots cover his black leather pants to the knee. A heavy oiled leather overcoat keeps the witch hunter warm and dry during wind and rain.
As a part of a team, Marius Thulmann packs more than just firepower. His years of fighting against the undead and the witches have given the witch hunter invaluable experience and knowledge that can be used in the group's advantage against their enemies. His tracking skills have proven to be most useful too from time to time. Marius also has an uncanny ability of seeing through the facades people put up to hide their secrets and he rarely fails get results when questioning suspects. The incredibly blue eyes seem to notice everything from small details to hidden objects.
Posted on 2012-03-12 at 17:45:25.
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Topic: LC Avengers QnA
Subject: Hyup
Indeed, busy I've been too. So no worries at all, mate. We're here when you find the time.
Posted on 2012-03-10 at 20:24:32.
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Topic: jobs on the upswing
Subject: Well done
Congrats!
Posted on 2012-03-09 at 05:29:39.
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