User:Noxigar/OtherCharactersAsideFromNamineAndNoxigar/Ziral

I played other Pathfinder RPG campaigns. I wanted to make a mainstay character for Pathfinder Society, as that was what my tabletop group's "main" game was supposed to be every Friday.

The Storyteller's usually the Game Master for these sort of games. He let a person who was formerly in our tabletop group GM this particular campaign. The first red flag was not allowing Orcs or Half-Orcs to be playable. Not a problem, as he had a logical reasoning of Orcs not existing in his version of the Society game. The second red flag was forcing me to play a male character, entirely on the basis of his lazy ass not wanting to have to memorize my character's pronouns of "she" (which isn't fucking difficult in of itself). Character creation was admittedly a hassle, but I remembered something my first GM for Eozerus told me about: I apparently had a good mindset for roleplaying a Barbarian. I decided to make a Half-Elf Barbarian, who might have been able to multiclass into Half-Elf Barbarian/Fighter (or Half-Elf Barbarian/Ranger) had I made it past Level 2.

We started out in a prison. I made a habit of kicking down doors. I gave my Barbarian a dump stat in Dexterity, on the basis that I was essentially a damage sponge and did not need to focus entirely on physical stats (Constitution is a necessity for Barbarians, and Strength would be my go-to runner-up stat; I needed Intelligence to comfortably roleplay, as I cannot roleplay a character with a lower INT than 12; I needed Wisdom because part of the Rage mechanic boosts my Will, and Will is exceptionally useful to boost otherwise; Charisma wasn't as needed, but I'm a Big Buff Cheeto Puff, and not having Charisma is illogical for a sexy beefcake Barbarian).

We went to a towne after breaking out of prison, to find that a pirate captain was running human trafficking nonsense. I was a Chaotic Good Barbarian who worshipped Desna, loving nature so much but being disowned by Elf parents for not having the calibre to be a Druid. Deciding, "Fuck Elven Society in Golarion, it is shit," his worship of Desna had him act as a do-gooder who wasn't fond of the rules. Chaos is a necessary domain for Barbarians as well. He basically wanted to kill this pirate captain before he had the chance to become even more of an asshole, so he climbed up a balcony to attempt chasing him. After five consecutive successes (with at least one natural 20), the GM decided "SUDDENLY MORTARS" and had them pour fire over the wall. Being railroaded, I jumped down and rolled a good Acrobatics check.

I had a horrible temper during the last session I was in. Knowing I was being railroaded, I berated the GM for railroading me and made "CHOO CHOO" noises while witnessing the plot be so forced upon me. I basically quit Ziral Bloodwrath (his name, using defaults from the core book because I couldn't do anything creative namewise) before he had any chance of developing into being setting-appropriate; the rest of the party was non-Chaotic, with a few characters being Lawful. He got along great with a Paladin/Sorcerer, since they were both Good-aligned and had strong senses of justice.

Of course, that GM was just a dick. I couldn't stand being in his game anymore.