The Seekers of Fabio

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Psuedenim wrote
The Darkstar roars at the back of the minds of those that stare too long with angry promises of power. There are others that hear a whisper from elsewhere and they turn away, the Whitestar beckons...

Select party style:

Bound by Fate

Guardians of the Chosen

Heroes of the Resistance

The Revolutionaries

The Seekers

The Seekers

Something is out there... waiting. Something awe-inspiring. Something powerful.

An ally, a relic, a land, a vessle.
Something...

And that something... well...
it may just be the last hope we have left in this world.

No one will admit it, but... Things are not looking good.

It's up to you now. I know you can do it!

This will be our thread for character bios and management.
We will cover character creation in the Discord OOC channel. Once I have posted the creation steps, I'll post a copy of it here for reference.

Good luck heroes, the world of Fabio needs you.

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Character creation

Create your character's name and preferred pronouns

Create your character's Identity : a short sentence that briefly summarizes how they see themselves at the moment.
This is a very important thing as it essentially states what your character can do. GMs use this to decide if your character needs to perform a check or not.

A noble-born Orator trying to persuade a guard to let them in to a well-off district might not need to roll a check. But nomadic barbarian Fury might!

IMPORTANT: Your identity can possibly change as the adventure goes on!

Create your chracter's Theme : a strong Ideal, emotion, or feeling that dominates your character's actions
Suggested themes: Ambition, Anger, Belonging, Doubt, Duty, Guilt, Hope, Justice, Mercy, Vengeance

Note: your are not limited to the suggestions

Create your Origin: The nation you hail from. Even if you are all starting from the same place, perhaps you came from elsewhere?

There are some suggestions to these steps starting on pg.155 of the Core Rulebook.
Also, don't be afraid to reskin things to match your ideal character!

Once we have these, we'll move on to the mechanical aspects of building your characters!

Character Creation - Mechanical aspect

It seems you have all already completed most of this, but we'll go over things just in case.

Classes

Choose two or three Classes and distribute your initial five levels among them.

You character level is the sum of your distributed class levels.
- You are only able to have a max of three unmastered classes at once.
- Once you reach Lv10 in any class, that class is considered "Mastered." You gain a "Heroic Skill" from mastering a class and can take on a fourth class after.
The *# icon you might see with a class ability is the Max Skill Level for that ability. The [SL] you might see in abilities refers to that skill's level.
- Example: Weapon Master's "Melee Weapon Mastery" as a max lv of *4. You gain a bonus to accuracy checks for melee weapons equal to your [SL]. So if you have two levels in it, you get a +2 to melee accuracy checks.
Spellcasting skills have a max level of *10. Each time you put a level in to that skill, you learn a new spell/ability from the list following that job in the book.

Special note:

It helps to have someone know how to heal as MP is easier to recover than IP
Be sure as you go along to branch out to the different elements. You'll need to exploit Vulnerabilities as the game goes on.
Splitting the party is okay in this system as combat will always be tailored to be challenging but do-able.
- A reminder that YOU are the one who decides "yeah, [PC] is going to die here"

Attributes

The game is comprised of four (4) attributes: MIGht, DEXterity, INSight, and Willpower (WLP).
You can pick from three different spread for attributes:

Jack of All Trades [d8,d8,d8,d8]
Average [d10, d8, d8, d6]
Specialized [d10, d10, d6, d6]

Each Attribute is directly tied to a character stat:

MIG - HP
DEX - Def
INS - M.Def
WLP - MP

When performing a check, you will be asked to roll two different attributes. These will change based on the requirement.
A Bronze Sword swing requires a [DEX+MIG] while a Broad Axe swing requires a [MIG+MIG].

Status effects will lower your attributes and reduce the die used. A PC who has a d10 for MIG will have that die reduced to a d8 if they are afflicted with weak.
The lowest your attribute can go is a d6.

When afflicted by an effect that lowers your INS or DEX, your M.DEF and DEF score is also reduced (unless score is statically assigned by armor). Any stat that afflicts MIG or WLP will NOT affect your max HP/MP!~

Calculating

This is handled by Fultimator so don't worry! But I'll still briefly cover:
HP = Total Character Lv + (5MIG die size)
MP = Total Character Lv + (5WLP die size)
IP = statically set to 6. Any extra come from Free Skills for a class

IP is restored through buying from merchants or through skills.
Def = Current DEX die size + any armor | Alternatively, martial armor statically assigns DEF at the cost of initiative
M.Def = Current INS die size + any armor
Initiative = set to 0

Starting Equipment

Everyone starts with 500 zenit (z from here on).
ALSO roll for your initial savings: 2d6*10
Using the list starting on pg. 166, purchase your gear.
Anything left over is what you have to start with.

Fabula Points

Everyone starts with 3 points

What are Fabula points for?

Calling on your Identity/Traits to re-roll (cost 1fp)
Calling on your bonds to add an extra modifier to a check (cost 1fp)
Alter the story or add a new element to a scene (cost 1fp, requires okay by group)

How do you (re)gain Fabular Points?

If you start a scene and have 0fp, you get 1fp
If you roll a fumble (two 1s) you get 1fp
If a Villain makes an entrance during a scene, even if PC isn't present, you get 1fp per villain
If you reach 0hp and decide to surrender, you get 2fp
When you call on a Bond or Train to automatically FAIL a check, you get 1fp

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Skye (She/Her)

Your friendly local weather witch
Theme: Discovery
Origin: Cabbage

Backstory:

"Take Skye." Brigid pushed the swaddled child into Seraphina's arms. "I have to go back for Kohlrabi. I have to go back for my husband." 'Husband', the word still felt new and strange in her mouth. After all, it had been little more than a year since she had met the man who had so changed the path of her life, and only a few days since the captain had performed the ritual that made it official.

Skye gurgled to herself and nestled deeper into her blankets, trying to escape the storm that raged around them. Was the tempest merely nature's cruel jest; or was it a product of the Ember's wrath? Brigid and Seraphina's mother may have risen to her position through her mastery over fire, but she was not above bending the other elements to her will when it suited her needs. Regardless of its origin, the storm was ferocious and unrelenting. It had made short work of the small trading vessel that had borne them from Niovarre's shores. Now only the baby, her mother and her aunt remained, wave-tossed and sodden in the ship's longboat.

Brigid looked down at her daughter for perhaps the last time. The strange rune J'zain had carved into her own granddaughter's face still remained angry and red; even Seraphina's ministrations had been unable to dislodge whatever magic the Ember had imbued upon it. But, for her part, Skye seemed completely unconcerned. Her mother leaned in and placed a kiss on her forehead. "Be safe. I'll be come back to you." She looked up at Seraphina. "Kohlrabi's from a village called Cabbage. That's where we were headed. I don't know where it is or how to get there... but you'll find it. We'll meet you there." Then, without another word, she turned and dove into the waves.

Cabbage is the only home I've ever known. Don't get me wrong, my aunt Seraphina has always been up front with me... more or less. Plenty of people remember the night she first appeared with me on her back. Some even remember my dad, but from years and years ago, long before I was born. I know my aunt and mom were from a place called Niovarre. I've never been myself, though. I'm not supposed to leave the island. We're waiting here, for mom and dad. When I was young, that seemed reasonable enough. But I'm old enough now to know better... if they were coming for me, surely they would have made it by now. It's just me and Auntie Sera. But that's okay, that's the way it's always been.

Still, questions linger inside me. Questions that have only grown stronger over the past few years. Ever since I've been old enough to look after myself, at least in the short term, Auntie's been leaving on trips off the island. Of course, I'm not allowed to go with her. She's spent all that time training me how to defend myself, but no adventures for me. Just Cabbage.

It was during one of these trips that someone came looking for me. Or perhaps I should say 'something'? I couldn't see it, but I could sense it. A sensation on the wind, following me on one of my walks. Watching. Listening. I tried chasing it down, but the presence always stayed just a step ahead of me. I tried talking to it, asking questions, cajoling, teasing. But it wouldn't respond... until I decided I was done chasing ghosts. When I turned back, that's when it attacked, biting winds cutting at my exposed face and hands. Dirt, rocks and leaves whipped up into a tempest to trap me, cage me. I screamed in terror and lashed out in vain with my walking stick. I panicked and something awoke inside of me. I could feel a strength welling up from underneath my skin, a power than longed to be channeled, shaped to my whims. I let it burst free, and lashed out once more. Only this time I hit something. For a brief moment, I could see it. A creature of the air itself, an elemental. Then in a flash it was gone. No, not gone. I could still feel it. My staff hummed with barely contained energy.

I've practiced a lot since then. I have an affinity for the wind and skies, fitting I suppose. Perhaps if I master these newfound abilities, Auntie Sera will finally see that I could help her on her adventures, instead of being stuck here on this island.

I wasn't quite sure what to do about the staff at first. I thought everybody would be able to sense the creature bound inside, but apparently that's just me. I lashed a bundle of straw to it and stuck it in a corner, pretended it was a broom. But the presence was always there in the back of my mind, yearning for the open skies. I couldn't trust it with its own freedom, but we eventually came to an accord. We fly together now.

Stat Block

HP: 40/40 MP: 60/60 IP: 6/6
DEF: 9 • MDEF: 10 • INIT: -2

Katana: 2d8+1 • [HR+10] physical
Vroomstick: 1d8 + 1d10 • [HR+12] physical
Ventus: 1d8 + 1d10 • [HR+15] air • opportunity: force flying targets to land

Character Sheet

Personal Vehicle

The Vroomstick
Frame: Steed

- Passengers: Up to one

- Distance: x3

- This personal vehicle may have up to 1 weapon module, 1 armor module and any number of support modules enabled.

- If you use the Heart in the Engine Skill with this personal vehicle, ignore the MP cost.

Modules: (4/4 enabled)

Weapon: Esoteric
- Accuracy: [DEX + WLP]
- Damage: [HR + 12] physical
- Arcane • Melee • No Qualities
- A personal vehicle with this module enabled cannot have any other weapon modules enabled
Armor:
Support: Aerial Module (counts as two enabled modules)
- This personal vehicle can fly, and its distance becomes x3.
- While you are driving this personal vehicle, your melee attacks can target flying creatures, and none of the creatures inside the personal vehicle can be targeted by melee attacks unless the attacker is flying or is somehow able to reach flying targets.
- These benefits do not apply while the personal vehicle is inactive or grounded, while you are in Crisis, or while you are covering another creature with the Guard action. Additionally, if a creature aboard this personal vehicle suffers air, bolt or ice damage during a conflict, the benefits of this module cease until the start of your next turn.
Support: Rapid Interface
- When you enter this **personal vehicle* on your turn during a conflict, you may immediately perform an additional action.

AnotherDragoon

Mako, a young blue-haired man with a smile and a gun — Mako, Apprentice Gunsmith

Mako (He/Him)

Starry-eyed apprentice gunsmith
Theme: Ambition - One day, everyone will know his name
Origin: Acia's Line

Backstory:

My father is Sphyrna Mokarran; one of the Ordained Numbskulls. He isn't afraid of anything. He hunts monsters. You see this tooth? Pulled it from the mouth of an Orca with his bare hands when he was fifteen! He had some tinkerer on one of his campaigns etch these runes into it and gave it to me on my fifteenth birthday. Pretty cool, huh?

Whoa! Hey, it's still pretty sharp, so don't touch it!!

It's all I have left of him, for now.

See, two years and about seven months ago, his ship went out after reports of a serpent harrying the eastern trade route. A week went by, then another, and my mom, Lavendula, she's an artist with the Shipwrights, is a worrier. I know he's still out there, maybe his ship ran aground on some rocks or a turtle's back? Maybe a storm threw them off course! I swore I'd go out and find him myself if nobody else would! My dad won't just die like that!

"No!" she said, "I won't lose you too! Sometimes they don't come back." But he always came back. Always.

Anyways, she put me on the next ship to Cabbage, and I've been here with my uncle Celtis, the village smith, since. She said I had to find a way to make a living staying alive, whatever that means. More likely to die of boredom here. No offense to the locals, the sheep are nice. It's just that hammering hot metal all day is so dull when there are monsters and more just over the horizon. It's not all bad, though. Did you know there's an ex-adventurer here of all places? She's got the best stories! And my uncle's pretty cool, I guess, he doesn't work me too hard, and let me make this pistol. Want to hear how loud it is?

Stat Block

HP: 40/40 MP: 45/45 IP: 10/10
DEF: 13 * MDEF: 11 * INIT: 0

Pistol: 1d10+1d8+1 * [HR+8] physical

Short Sheet

psuedenim

Torgeom

Oathbreaker Black Knight looking for answers to his powers of Light (ex-soldier of Aht'belit struggling with his new found ability to heal)

Theme: Doubt
Origin: Aht'belit

Backstory

Ordered to take a small village they met unexpected resistance and in a particularly nasty fight Torgeom's First Sword was mortally wounded. Torgeom lept in, no fear for his own life, sword slashing for the enemies face but the ground was slick, blood, water, tears, sweat, you could taste them all in the air. The smell of blood became stronger as his slip also slipped his sword into the enemies side. Turning his fall Torgeom tries to grab the First Sword and slips further, his own sword now about to finish them off. Torgeom can't bear this failure and shouts out to anything listening, reaches for anything, in his mind a hand desperately trying to find purchase on a muddy cliff. There is no answer and he watches as his sword cuts into flesh.

The First Sword was unconscious but as Torgeom's sword cuts their eyes flicker open but there is no shout or convulsion, instead the First Sword takes a gentle breath and falls back relaxed. To Torgeom his sword appears infused with an inner light but casts no shadows. Torgeom pulls his sword free and scrambles backwards, the wound on the First Sword now just a scar.

There is a whisper in the back of his mind, so gentle and it slowly fades but he keeps scrambling. Trained as a killer under the Darkstar, healing should be the last thing he is capable of. If anyone else saw and he stays it will be the last thing he did. He gets up and makes for the coast, surely he can find a boat before its too late and he's back in Aht'belit for 'correction'.

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Seraphina

A woman in her early fifties with dark skin. Her loosely coiled dark locs are streaked with white. She wears colorful robes with a wide-brimmed, pointed hat, sturdy boots, and carries a spoon as tall as she is. — 'Try a Jelly Bean. It's a new flavor!'

Stir Crazy Former Adventurer
Theme: Duty
Origin: Niovarre

Once upon a time, a girl was born to an insular nation rich in magical splendor. She wanted for nothing but friends to play with. A baby sister joined her, and she was happy. Her mother told her stories about the great magic in her blood. Magic that proved her family was chosen to rule. Every day, she woke up hoping today was the day the magic would find her. It never was. Every day she woke up and looked over the walls of the city and wondered what lay beyond the cold dark sea. Her sister grew into a beautiful young woman, poised and elegant, and, of course, steeped in noble magic. The girl, instead, grew into a disappointment.

But that was a long time ago.

Once upon a time, a young woman set sail, escaping bitterness and jealousy. She wanted for nothing but friends to share adventures with. A crew of eccentric misfits and interesting weirdos joined her, and she was happy. She fought Chixuska pirates, swung through the Sim’barra jungles, touched minds with the One-as-Many. Her life was filled with sweeping vistas and new discoveries.

But that was a long time ago.

Once upon a time, a seasoned adventurer received a letter from a princess. Her sister wanted nothing more than to escape her gilded cage and royal shackles. The adventurer left her friends and returned home for the first time. She stood before the fury of her mother’s blame - filling the golden daughter’s head with notions and ideas. Her mother pushed a baby into her arms, told her to carry away her sister’s shame and never return. Instead, the adventurer climbed the tower, freed her sister and rescued her lover, and together they fled. Her mother’s anger stormed at their heels. As their boat sank, her sister pressed the baby into her arms, told her to carry away her heart and one day she would return. The adventurer’s last view was her sister diving below the waves.

But that was a long time ago.

Now, an old candymaker lives on a hill in an old friend’s house. She raises her niece as best she can, filling the girl’s life with love and joy, so that she will want for nothing. Instead of a spear, she wields a spoon and finds herself covered with sugar instead of seasalt. She is happy, but not content. Her footsteps map the island. On clear days, she goes to her secret beach and listens to the water and the wind whisper, and imagines the adventures they promise.

Stat Block

HP: 65/65 MP: 45/45 IP: 8/8
DEF: 9 *MDEF: 7 * INIT: -1

Heavy Spoon: 1d8 + 1d10+ * [HR+12] physical

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