#pathfinder settings

[salligora]

My character for our next campaign!

Hes an ex whaler (leviathan hunter, Dishonored hi) that was banished from the crew since he faced something eldritch in the deep sea and, uh, became weird (he ate his crewmate) Now hes just a goofball, shapeshifter and a slutty monstrous fish

[eyes1nthewoods]

i don't think she's getting out of the basement guys :(

[blighted-elf]

Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous - Zephyrus and Daeran 3/?

[basiloknyl]

handmade 'Don't hug me I'm scared' dice set

[waspgrave]

making my oc page and it's a crying shame i haven't gotten to do anything with these two when they are some of my hotter oc designs. i should make them scissor

[dailyadventureprompts]

Setting: The Kingdom of Xophena, Realm of the Pure

Though it is famed the world over for the piety of its people and the bravery of its knights, this kingdom holds a dark secret at its heart. If you were to see the scattering of fortress cities surrounded by horror haunted wilderness it would be all too easy to believe the legends: brave warriors sallying forth to do battle against the corruption that besieges them from all sides, slaying great foes and making great sacrifices in the name of defending the innocent. If you looked closer though you would see Xophena for all its faults, the fear by which its elite drive and dominate its populace, a tradition of martial glory that justifies any action or abuse of the warrior caste, a population forced to endure toil and abject subjugation or be exiled outside the walls.

Adventure Hooks:

While travelling through the realm of the pure as part of an ongoing quest, the party run into a retinue of outrider knights on their way to destroy a rampaging aberration hiding out in a gold mine. Some of the knights scoff at the party for being common sellswords, while others recognize them as fellow doogooders-at-arms. There's glory to be had if the party join them in their mission, and more importantly, potential reward and bragging rights.... if they can keep up, the mounted cavaliers aren't going to slow down on the party's behalf.

Xophen emissaries have made an appearance in the party's homeland, courting alliances, making trade deals, and generally putting their finger on the scales of power. Distrustful of too many good offers, the party's patron is planning on a visit to Xophena in the near future and would like them to come along as extra sets of eyes and ears. Renegade heroes have a habit of seeing through the haze of political bullshit.

Xophena would make a fascinating backdrop for a campaign, as Arthurian myth crashes into lovecraftian weirdness. The best place to start would be with the party as castoffs and exiles, eking out a living in one of the few hidden hamlets built by those outcast from the social order. How do they survive? When circumstances demand that they enter one of the fortress cities do they trick their way in, or beg favour from the sanctimonious powers that be? Can they last long enough to discover the secret that has bent the world into its current cruel shape?

Background: Only a few centuries ago Xophena was just like any other kingdom, periods of prosperity and stability that dissolved into infighting as the local warrior elite squabbled for position. That of course all changed when monsters known as the Delnbrood began to wriggle out of the earth like worms after rain, causing untold devastation and forcing a societal retreat to the increasingly fortified settlements dotted about the mountainous foothills. The fear and chaos of these years restructured Xophen society into a rigid hierarchy based around tradition, faith, and survival, which has only grown more ossified as time has gone on.

Both Xophen scripture and legend will tell you that the horrors that beset them began with a treasonous sorcerer Delndrek who sought to take the throne for himself through dishonorable means and darkest sorcery. He was opposed by Tanria brightspear, a saint of the everlight who foiled his every sly attempt to seize power, until at last she cornered him and forced his surrender. Ever the coward, Delndrek sacrificed his humanity rather than relinquish his ambition, becoming an indescribable abomination, that it took the bright speared saint five days to vanquish, dying in the process. It's said that the aberrations that beset Xophena today are born from where his tainted blood struck the earth.

Like many of the tales told about the realm of the pure, this story is a lie, gilded with just enough truth to make it stick in the people's memory. Delndrek wasn't just a sorcerer, but the sorcerer of the royal family, tasked with magicing away all the problems that backwoods dynasty couldn't solve through bloodshed or political marriage. The kingdom's goldmines had always been its lifeblood, and most of the fighting in those days about who could profit from what claim. Trouble was the royal family's mines were drying up, so they threw their pet mage at the problem said that if he didn't find a solution they'd torture him till they did. Dying mines and mounting stress forced Delndrek to look deeper and deeper for an answer, and eventually led him to communion with the outergod Jysh'parun who holds dominion over the secrets of mountains. A pact was struck, the mountains ate people and spat up gold, until eventually the saint found out and decided to put a stop to things.

Cut to today, and the dependants of that very same royal family are still trying to wriggle out of the pact they instigated, spending their people's lives to fill their coffers and fight back the creatures the outer god sends to assert dominion over the realm he was promised.

Setting Details:

The church of the everlight was always strong in Xophena, dating back half a millennia to when an adherent of hers was lost on a stormy sea for months and was only able to find land when the mist parted and he saw the dawn first alighting on one of the region's seaside peaks. The mountainous temple city of First Alight still serves as the heart of the region's faith.

That faith has become just as gaudy and hollow as the rest of the kingdom: Somewhere along the line it was decided that gold was the best way to demonstrate praise to Sarenrae, both in decorating her icons and paying to erect ever grander structures in her honour. While the common people pray for the hope and strength to lead them through lean times, their tithes go to fund an increasingly bloated clergy who spend their days finding reasons that the peoples' sinful nature forestalls their goddess's promised salvation.

You don't compose ballads calling your homeland "Realm of the Pure" unless you've got some hangups around cleanliness. Delndrek's corruption has touched more than the land, as aberrant sorceries and otherworldly mutations have begun to spring up among the populace. Those with influence do their best to hide these marks, those without are scapegoated, exiled, or made an example of.

For all their privilege and brainwashing, many of the realm's knights really do believe in the cause, having largely abandoned the ways of petty armed gentry and settling instead into martial orders. While they all compete to slay the most beasts and earn the most gallant reputation, it is a deepset longing among the knights to be able to find St. Tanria's lost spear, which in the right hands is said to be able to rid the land of its blight once and for all.

Arcane magic is viewed with suspicion in Xophena, as any rogue mage could be just another Delndrek waiting to happen. Exceptions are of course made for those spoken for by the nobility.

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[tomurakii]

TIL Ryoko Kui is a pathfinder enjoyer

[hazoret]

Finally had enough orphan dice to make a new large batch of randomized dice sets for the shop! If you want a nice little sampling of the colors I offer at a much lower price now's your chance!

Check out my shop here!

[catbatart]

I've got some sets, jumbos, single d20s, and mini sets remaining from this summer!

If you want them before Christmas, order them asap!

Definitely check them out!

[crownedinmarigolds]

Fangfest 2024 - Day Eighteen - The Star

"Rejoice! For He has been reborn in Her. The Father reforged in new flesh and blood, broken free from the prison of Duat and the siren's call of the Aeons. Rejoice! For the Herald of the Good Times is among us! Praise be unto Father Set, praise be unto Kahanni. Our time beneath the soil is coming to an end, my Kindred, and the great serpent will swallow the sun as a gift to Her and She will guide us at last to our rightful seats as the Gods of humanity." The Star represents inspiration, hope, opportunity and renewed faith. While Harrakhty and Parvati met and walked with Set, in modern nights the faith began to wane the longer He remained absent. When Parvati went mad at the awakening of Zapathasura and nearly slew the temple in her fury, Harri was near a breaking point - knowing his earthly gifts were finite and he could lose his treasures and his beloved in an instant. He needed something more, something real to remind him of his faith. When a young Giovanni necromancer came to him, begging him to save her Thinblood friend in exchange for providing him a flesh and blood child, how could Harri not see this as a sign from divinity? Kahanni is his miracle child, his treasure. She has a huge weight on her shoulders, but for the entirety of the Followers of Set, surely it's worth it in the end?

[wingedcatastrophe]

Welcome aboard The Pathfinder! Come in, enjoy the new ship smell, find your quarters and settle in! We'll be taking off soon, off to see the wonders of the universe up close and personal!

Hello, hello! I have learned that I very much vibe more with a smaller writing server community than I do in larger group servers, but have also not had much luck with finding smaller servers that remain active. So! I decided to make one of my own to go with the ones I have found to vibe in.

About the Community:

The Pathfinder, while sci-fi themed, is not a sci-fi only community! You're welcome to join us no matter what genre you write. I just really love sci-fi stuff lol

To keep to the smaller community size, I'll be limiting this to a maximum of 15 members.

The community will be an 21+ only community! This is just my personal comfort, sorry.

I love love love word crawls. There will likely be regular word crawls ran in server, but participation in them will never be mandatory.

The core of this is just to have a small group of writers who want to talk with each other and hype each other up as we all work on our projects. Writing is hard, life is hard, so let's make it a little less hard by helping each other out!

Sounds like something you want in on? Shoot me a message or an ask! I look forward to talking with you more!

[thesolemnhour]

"The sun on your house's heraldry--behind the swan--do you suppose it is rising or setting?" "I think it's all a matter of perspective."

Agria Lebeda in all her radiance by @new-austin

[kaiserouo]

n_gopro_robot++;

they sound so different

[facelessporcelain]

[honourablejester]

I’ve recently bought some of the setting guides for Pathfinder 2e. Specifically, so far I have the Mwangi Expanse, the Impossible Lands, and Tian Xia. Because I just really enjoy reading through other people’s worldbuilding.

Today I was browsing the Impossible Lands book, particularly the section on the hyper-magical nation of Nex, and within that, the section on the alchemical factory city of Oenopion.

Which, sidenote, may be named after the king from ancient Greek mythology, who is apparently primarily famous for a) bringing winemaking to his kingdom, and b) gouging out the hunter Orion’s eyes when Orion raped his daughter. So there’s a definite theme of brewing, exploitation, vengeance and mutilation there, which really fits for the city’s general vibe, so I do think it is deliberate.

The thing that specifically caught my eye for this entry as I was skipping around the book, and that made me settle down to read the rest of the entry, was the section on ‘A Day In Oenopion’, the section that describes your sort of initial impressions walking into the city. This section starts with a single, two-word paragraph that … rather spectacularly sets the scene.

“Oenopion smells.”

That’s it. That’s the whole first paragraph. That is your single, bullet-point, overriding first impression of this city. It smells.

The second paragraph goes into a more detailed description of the smell, or rather the olfactory cornucopia of smells, and how you can basically track your location in the city blind just by the specific smell in your area. Because Oenopion is essentially a giant combination glasshouse and distillery, a magical glass-domed city that acts as a series of artificial biomes for the production of botanical ingredients and then a massive alchemical laboratory and factory for the production of, well, alchemical goods.

The city was originally built in this location because of the presence of an ancient magical lake with mild cleansing properties, and it was purpose built as an alchemical factory in this location because it was hoped that said lake could contain and cleanse the alchemical run-off. Of course, this was five thousand years ago, so, spoilers, five thousand years of concentrated and ever-increasing alchemical pollution has long since overwhelmed whatever sacred magic the poor lake once held, and these days the city sits atop a massive sentient (and angry) hive mind of ooze down there called the Bath, the pollution from which (and attendant weird, psychedelic and psychic effects) is a constant issue in the city.

And I just want to say, reading through the entry for this city, if you ever want to play an Arcane-style, Piltover vs Zaun sort of campaign in Pathfinder 2e? Definitely look at Oenopion.

Because Oenopion is an industrial city whose nobility mostly don’t even live here, they actually live over in the capital city of Quantium, and it is an entire city entirely devoted to the production of alchemical goods for the profit of the nation at large and those nobles over in the capital. It is a city of paranoid industrialism, where every alchemist is striving to keep their work secret and outshine each other, where people don’t go out at night because there is every chance you will be kidnapped off the streets to be experimented on, either in alchemical experiments or fleshforging ones (because Nex as a nation uses fleshforged constructs to defend themselves from the neighbouring undead nation of Geb), where the entire city sits on top of a seething lake of thousands of years of industrial pollution, and where the discarded survivors of those experiments gather down in the depths of the sewers and on the shores of that horrific lake to try and build communities and maybe push for social change. It’s a city where the government’s only priority is money, so as long as nobody is too blatant about their abuses, and create chemicals that will turn a profit as a result of them, blind eyes will readily be turned. It’s a city where absent nobles send rented fleshforged supersoldiers to shake down the residents of their factory tenements for rent while living in palatial estates over in Quantium.

Basically if you enjoyed the themes of industrialisation and class war and body horror and environmentalism from Arcane, and you wanted a similar experience on the tabletop, Oenopion could well be the setting for you!

[memen18-m5r3]

la squadra art for my pathfinder AU :DD kind of got encouraged by my bestie to make this one hehehe but i've been having lots of fun with it