@ GM Rednal: how does having two Sphere caster classes work with the gestalt rules? do I get spell pools and magic talents for both classes? or do I only get the getter one? and how would that interact with having a different casting tradition for each class?
The specific case: Vigilant(Magical Child)/Armorist
See a lot of magic and a few faith made characters. I think I'll be going with a more martially inclined concept. That works out well since I don't have access to sphere magic, though the idea of exploring it does seem intriguing.
I went through a great many varied ideas and ended up deciding on a simple concept that would make use of something not present in most games. The option of path of war and my particular favorite, the Warder. I've always enjoyed playing tough characters and being able to play one who can mark targets is interesting to me.
Did end up with a few questions though.
The first relates to the character. Before me I have two characters to pick from for my submission, largely depending on what you'd prefer.
My first pick would be an older man, a father and a farmer who has seen his wife pass away, and whose children have long since taken over the farm. He is more then this though. Before finding love and a home to call his own he was a soldier, inspired by tragedy too seek out justice. Before that, a farmers son who lost his home and family to bandits. With his wife passed and his children now settling on grand children, this old man wishes to start traveling the world again this time without as many sworn oaths to tie him down.
The second is his grandson, inspired by stories of war despite the old mans warning that it is not nearly so glorious as it might seem. This son would go out to seek his own adventure using the training his Grandfather gave him.
I'd prefer the first simply because I've never had the chance to play an older character but I don't know if that might bother you. Thoughts?
The second relates to the build I had in mind. I've already got the basics of it in my head but I admit that some things may or may not be too powerful for what you have in mind. I'd prefer scaling to what you want rather then guess.
The mechanics of my character is a Fighter (Armor Master)/Warder (Zweihander Sentinel)
The armor master aspect was what first started this concept. It, combined with one of pathfinders newer feats (Advanced Armor Training), means that at lvl 3 my guy will have a DR 1/- while in armor and at lvl 5 DR 4/- everything. The durability allows him to play the Warden quite effectively without any magical healing and it's pure martial, which I liked.
The second aspect is two-fold. First there is a Warden Maneuver called Iron Shell. It's a decently potent ability allowing you to make an attack roll (adding your shield modifier) too defend against an enemy's attack. If the roll I make is higher, the attack is blocked. It can do one ranged or melee attack so long as it's not a spell and has the limitations all Maneuvers do for usage.
Before I ever learned about this ability though I had planned on using the Improved Unarmed Damage bonus you gave to get Snake Style, a feat with similar abilities that lets you make a sense motive check instead, with the idea that you're dodging. It's limitations are a bit fewer in number, though it is a feat so that's too be expected. It can work on any melee/ranged attacks, including ray and touch spells, though for obvious reasons not area spells. And it can be done once a round at the cost of my next rounds swift action.
Either of these abilities are decently powerful. Both might be too powerful for your tastes though. If I had the choice I'd probably go with snake style and choose another Maneuver but I accept that the Dm's choice here comes first. Edit: I found a second maneuver that uses sense motive my character would have access too. I am almost certain that being able to stop up to 3 attacks a round without damage would be broken. XD Just thought I'd note that Path of War seems to like the idea as well, for humors sake.
And the final aspect (I swear) is simply put a standard trip/lockdown character. Since the Warden gets some bonuses too AoO's and can extend their reach for them as a full round action when recovering manuvers, it can get a bit harry. That said, I do intend to avoid taking any feats that extend my reach beyond the weapons standard so most of the time it would be limited to the normal reach of the scythe my character would be wielding.
All of this can be achieved at the starting level you gave us. For the future of the character I imagine just picking choices that fortify his strengths or plug up his weaknesses.
It's a solid character with a few weaknesses that a DM could use to help make him manageable (He's got no touch AC or reflex and his Will save is average at best. XD) But it is a solid build thanks to Gestalt and I wanted to run it by you to see what you thought of it's mechanics.
That should about cover what I need for the initial creation. Beyond that it's a matter of writing him up. Thank you for taking the time to read all that.
Too be fair, the concept leaned far more heavily toward trolling enemies trying to murder it, but you do raise a good point. I'll look into some of those skill based classes to see what I might enjoy with them. Investigator always seemed to lack in combat capability but now with the gestalt that won't be an issue...
Interestingly enough I don't know if I'd prefer Warder over Fighter either. The Warder gives a lot more versatility, admittedly, and the marking is hard to resist. I will miss that fancy DR though.
It's not so much avoiding magic either so much as I can't afford the book the rules you'd prefer to use are contained with in at the moment. Unless I missed something with my sleep addled mind all the links I found lead too stores where the new rules cost a bit of cash. I don't mind, it's been a long while since I've played something purely (or mostly) martial and physical.
I am going to blame that on my sleep addled mind then because it is far less embarrassing.
Still a bit sleepy so this might be incomplete (though it doesn't seem so too me). If there's anything you feel I should add or anything I forgot to add that you requested, I would take no offense and in fact appreciate a heads up for it.
I ended up using your suggestion as an inspiration. Instead of being a soldier he was turned away from it, since he had no experience or training in that regard. So he had to figure things out on his own. It let me focus even more on the intelligence I had given him as a Warder, so I am perfectly happy with this.
My only concern is that the alchemy/extract usage might dissuade you too taking him on. I searched the site you linked for an alternative but they didn't have archetypes for the alchemist or investigator. If you have an idea for the conversion though, I'd be game. Instead of a few potions he learned to make he has a few magical knacks he picked up.
Oren Stoneheart is a man who has lived a long and full life. It's not over yet though. With his love finally at peace he has decided to venture out into the world on one last adventure. Where will this road take him?
Oren Stoneheart is the first of the Stonehearts to settle in Tasuc Cer. A descendant of the raider Heldring, Oren stands tall. There is more to this then just his height. He is a farmer of Tasuc Cer, one of the few who has managed to eek out a successful life and leave something his children could build upon. He is one of the older members of this fair town as well and oh the stories he has to tell whenever someone lets him.
Before he was a farmer though he was something else. Though weapon and armor remain locked in a cabinet in his room, the many scars he bears, some visible, stand as a testament to the days when he was Oren the Relentless, a bounty hunter known for cunning as well as deadly skill. His specialty was not monsters but criminals and his joy was in finding them and bringing them down. When the need arose though not even a monster would stand in his way. All fell like wheat before his blade.
But before that? What inspired a man too such lengths? Too reap a grim reputation upon the land and too seek so relentlessly the blood of the guilty? Why he was a farmer of course!
This is no jest. Oren was born to a family in Southvale, descendants of the hordes of fair skinned raiders that assaulted the city of Penmorome and failed. It was a family of farmers. His father and mother lived simply but happily. Until a torch was put to their field and home and Oren was left with not but a scythe his father had used to harvest wheat.
One can guess from there knowing what they do. Driven by anger he sought to join the military, any military. Unfortunately with no sword or armor, no name to speak of and no skill he was denied. Instead he found his own way in the world, forging a path that would lead to hardship... and happiness...
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But without Jennel... The memories fill this home and he knows more still will be made by his daughter and her husband and their children. He feels an ache, one he hadn't felt since meeting the love of his life. A desire to be about the world and see it's riches and face it's dangers.
She, though ten years his younger, was laid to rest not a month ago. And Oren, who has lived a full and happy life, feels the call once more. The road speaks to him in his dreams, begging to be trod upon one last time.
Vengeance had turned him to this path when he was very young but it was the joy of helping others and the thrill of a challenge that kept him there when those who had murdered his family were dealt justice. Now he says goodbye to his daughter, whose tears speak of knowledge that she would rather not have. Her father was not returning home. Not this time.
The children don't understand and they cry too, losing their grandmother and now grandfather, but Oren soothes them not with lies, for he had never held to lies, but with truth. He loved them so very much. He would write to them whenever he could. And he would miss them dearly.
But he was no old man just yet, to sit and rock about in a chair. He teased them to laughter as he spun them about, towering over even his son in law. And when they were too tired to cry anymore he donned his armor and left.
He is an intelligent character. His mind is his greatest asset. In his younger years he trained himself to look beyond what others saw, to let the pieces fall where they may, and to analyze with thought and logic over intuition and luck. He even managed to learn a few tricks and bottle them, though the effort to make them is a bit tiring.
His intelligence is an asset on the battlefield as well. A man of tactics as much as discipline, he will position his foes and harry them until they are ripe for harvesting. The years have dulled neither his mind nor body, as Oren refused to let them, constantly training or finding little threats to deal with around his home.
Out of combat he has the skills of a trained investigator, one who has mechanically replaced several key ability modifier uses with intelligence instead. Atop that, his Expanded Inspiration will give him an edge where others don't have it.
Finally there are the extracts. I plan on RPing these as less magic coming from him and more a magic of ingredients he's getting and mixing into them. They'll mostly be there to either heal him or support his skills and abilities out of combat, perhaps even making up for some of his failings as an older fellow.
Mechanic Goals: He's pretty solid as is. I'm probably going to focus on making him more durable, since skills and such will come naturally thanks to the Investigator side of him. I see him remaining a solid deterrent too enemies for many levels while dishing out some decent punishment in combat. Out of combat I see him picking up a few new tricks (who ever said an old dog couldn't learn?), but what exactly he'll get will depend on where the adventure goes. He's got a more urban leaning right now so I may end up having too give him a bit more help in the wild side of things.
Am I too late to get in on this?
I want to make a paladin/sorceress of Yidrah. Thinking something in the spirit of parksennon paladin. She had exactly zero interest in magic and views her gifts of creation as more of a burden/danger until she learns something of her whimsical diety. Essentially she just wanted to be a simple craftsperson, then when that started causing trouble, she left home to be a simple soldier, and that's not in the cards either. I might look at the DSP initiators instead of paladin if one of them feels particularly innately-magical.
I have no idea what the actual class would be to represent this with spheres, but I'm interested in being able to Make serious magical things more than I am interested in throwing around fire and ice or turning into things. Some part time illusion might be reasonable as well given yid's love of paradox.
Ah. I should probably swap out the Swashbuckler with something else, then, since it appears that you prefer to have not more than one martial side of the gestalt. Now to ruminate....
Ah. I should probably swap out the Swashbuckler with something else, then, since it appears that you prefer to have not more than one martial side of the gestalt. Now to ruminate....
I've read your pc's background and think bard would be a good choice although it would directly conflict/compete with my submission. I also saw that you didn't wan't spells. Have you thought about monk (maybe to lawful for your pc but there is the martial artist) or unchained rogue using feinting to get sneak attack. I also think the scout archetype might work allowing you to SA on a charge (at 4th level) and at 8th level when you move 10 feet. I think there is good synergy with the warlord discipline you are looking at.
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My only concern is that the alchemy/extract usage might dissuade you too taking him on. I searched the site you linked for an alternative but they didn't have archetypes for the alchemist or investigator.
Look just under the main archetype block. They have both.
Rednal, I've tried a lot of other concepts but I keep coming back to my monk. I'll update the backstory and get some mechanics on paper.
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Here's what I have for my Yidhran pact magicker so far:
As a child, Remus always fancied his strange condition the result of a centuries-old curse, believing that he'd simply find a way to break the curse somehow and then he and his arms would be well on their way towards a proper adventure. However, as he grew older Remus came to realize that as far as he knew none of his ancestors (a long and noble lineage of sustenance farmers) had ever done anything curse-worthy, making this theory highly unlikely. Instead he set his sights upon an only marginally more realistic scheme - growing a pair of arms via magic. Lacking any magical training of his own and unwilling to track down a wizard (Remus actually found the whole concept of wizards rather frightening) the young lad decided the best way to magic himself some arms would be an appeal to the gods or at least some of their earthly servants.
And so Remus set off into the world in search of a temple or other holy place where he might find some powerful divine magic. Much to his surprise, travelling without arms proved surprisingly easy. Bandits tended to completely ignore him on that grounds that a man with no arms couldn't possibly have much more to lose and in every town and village he gained immediate popularity as a beggar to the point where he could easily support himself off donations. His biggest obstacles were in fact he other beggars - especially the one-armed ones - who found Remus' plight rather excessive and in poor taste.
The first priests Remus came across belonged to a lavish temple dedicated to Thyr and Muir, a god and goddess who Remus learned were both very much in decline but also very fashionable. These priests worried that Remus' appearance might disturb their worshipers and so the priests decided that justice and virtue would best be served by paying a group of beggars to run the armless man out of town. The next town over Remus met the priestesses of Ceres, goddess of healing. Unfortunately, the priestesses explained, they could not heal what was never there in the first place.
The only priest to do Remus any good at all was a dying worshiper of Yidhra. This priest found the idea of an armless adventurer rather ridiculous and so, naturally, took an immediate liking to Remus. In his last days, the priest passed on his knowledge of spirit-binding to Remus. These spirits, according to the priest, were fragments of Yidhra's mortal history which could bestow fantastic powers upon the faithful. Supposedly, Yidhra's existence is dependent upon some mortal learning her entire history - an achievement which paradoxically has yet to be completed. This confused Remus greatly but nevertheless fascinated him. Furthermore, although the spirits could not give him arms, the power they carried might put him on equal footing with other adventurers, quickly earning Yidhra another convert. Once the old priest died, Yidhra's newest priest wasted no time setting out to compile the fabled history.
Remus had found his adventure.
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રોમ્યુલસ (closest approximation in the common tongue: Romulux) wanted nothing more than to prove his dedication to purging the universe of chaos. He (here used for convenience, for Romulux is technically genderless) belonged to a race of psionic aberrations who survive by devouring the thoughts and memories of sentient creatures, thus remaking them in an image of perfect order by destroying any chaotic impulses. Romulux knew his destiny involved greater things than destroying minds one by one - he wanted to eat a god.
The wrench (or perhaps catalyst) in Romulux's plans came when he found himself wrenched away from his home plane and into the mind of some poor fellow who'd been taken prisoner by a crazed wizard. Scanning over prisoner's mind, Romulux gathered that the man had broken into the wizard's library to steal some bit of lore and now the wizard hoped to punish him by having Romulux remodel the offender into some sort of mindless slave. This was exactly the sort of petty work Romulux detested.
As the haughty abberation continued to plumb the depths the captive mind, he realized that the contested lore related to Yidhra (who Romulux detested most of all) and that his host's mission was to assemble a complete history of Yidhra's life. Romulux quickly realized that not immediately destroying his host might actually be beneficial - once the young priest's mission was complete, Romulux could devour all of Yidhra's life in one fell swoop and unmake her on the spot!
First things first, Romulux decided, this poor fool's going to need some arms.
Look just under the main archetype block. They have both.
And so they do! Man I was tired to have missed that. My thanks. I think I'll be changing what my guy can do then. I like the idea that he picked up a few magical tricks.
He gets divination automatically... and I think I'll get Life now as well and focus mostly on those two.
@GM Rednal: Alright, Oren should be finished! I even changed him up to a sphere archetype, which are fascinating by the way. Will you be giving feedback before hand for a chance to improve upon submissions or will that come for those selected?
Hrrrm... How much of the campaign would you say will be happening in or near a city compared too how much will be happening out of the city in wild areas?
Awesome. Hrrrm... I'm thinking of taking the family ties drawback. I like the idea that he could be hundreds of miles away and get a letter that has him worrying. The problem is that a lot of the wisdom or charisma based skill checks are now intelligence skill checks for him.
Can we hand wave that and say they still count as Wisdom or Charisma based skill checks for the purpose of getting the penalties? And what sort of requests would they generally make under your direction? I'd say the only one he couldn't do is 'come home' (ignoring the obvious meta reasons) since one of the reasons he left was that he couldn't be in his home anymore as it made him too sad. Actually I could see that being the first letter he gets, maybe from his grandchildren...
I agree. It wouldn't really be a drawback if none of Oren's skills were affected. And the Family Ties drawback really fits with what him. Sure, he's adventuring now, the 'last adventure' for him as it were, but he still loves his family.
I suppose my last question would be if a writing sample of some kind would be okay? I tried to practice brevity with my background and the like but it doesn't quite show off my writing chops the way an actual post might, even if it'd be a solo post.
Ahh. In that case.
The night was young still when he opened the door to his room. The soft squeak of the hinges told Oren he would need to oil the door again a moment before he recalled that it was no longer his responsibility. For some reason that hurt more then the goodbyes had. He let it shut behind him, the creaking of wood and gentle scrape of metal bringing back all the memories of when he had opened that door.
In particular the first time had been memorable. Back when...
He shook his head slowly and moved too the cabinet in the corner of his room. These hinges squeaked as well but the sound brought no memories. He hadn't opened these doors more then a dozen times in over twenty years after all. Hadn't needed to with what little happened in this small village.
The knock came at the door just as he lit a candle on his desk to get a closer look at the closets contents. Oren didn't need too guess or ask about who it was. Only one person in this house could move that quietly. "Yes Samantha?" He asked softly, a bit bemused.
"May I come in Father?" Her voice confirmed what he already knew. It sounded a little more raw then normal though. She had probably been crying. Oren didn't blame her. The night he had made this decision he had cried too, for a good many reasons.
"I'm getting changed." He replied. "I'll be out in a few minutes if it can wait."
There was a pause. His daughter was rarely hesitant so he guessed that she was actually weighing the choice. "No... this is fine. I just... wanted to make sure there was nothing... Nothing we could do to convince you too stay."
He smiled. Her words carried no fear. There was hope and determination mixed with understanding. She paused to find the right words, not out of any uncertainty. Oren knew all of this because of his time with her. His analytical skills required more then words that and even her voice was muffled through the thick wooden door.
By the light of the candle he began laying out his most valuable possession on his bed. It was an item that had long since lost any real meaning to him. "Unfortunately not." He said, his voice solemn but his smile proud. He knew she wouldn't have given up so easily. Oren also knew that she would accept his choice.
He heard her sigh. "I just can't believe that after all this time you're going to dress up in that ridiculous armor and go off adventuring. You have a family. Responsibility."
Oren grinned as he began his preparations. "Are you trying to tell me that you and George can't handle the farm on your own? I always knew that son in law wasn't good enough for you." The words were said in good humor and they rang as such. Oren had long since found the truth in them to be false. They still came in use sometimes though.
"We can handle just fine! But we have children of our own now, father. What are they going to say when they wake up tomorrow and realize your goodbye wasn't a bad dream? And so soon after mothers passing?" Her voice came back sharper then she had probably intended. Samantha was a strong woman but she rarely meant harm... when she was speaking to those she cared about.
Oren for his part laughed, though inwardly the pain of his most recent memory came quickly to the forefront of his mind. It wasn't the most recent thing he had experienced but it seemed like new memories that came after were... distant. Grey. Unreal. "You will tell them whatever you and George decide to tell them. I am certain no matter what I say you two will find your own way of helping them through it."
Samantha huffed behind the door as Oren felt the weight settle on his shoulders. With the last piece in place he moved to grab his bag, which had been packed for a week now, and then stepped toward his door. He stopped short of opening it when he heard his daughters form settle against it. "Father... do you... really have to go?"
His hand, halfway toward the wooden door, fell back to his side and he looked down. For a good five minutes there was silence. Just as Oren had given her time to gather her thoughts Samantha patiently waited for his response. "I have... so many memories in this home. Every day... well, aside from those where I awoke in the barn, I woke up beside your mother. Her smile was the first thing, even before the suns light, that I took in. Her voice, complaining as I rose far too earlier for her tastes, always gave me the courage too stand up and greet the day. Especially during the harder times."
Now Samantha's voice was not the only one that was raw. Oren took a deep breath and continued. "Now... There is only one thing I see every time I open my eyes in this bed. I... can't escape it here. She..." He paused... and not to gather the right word. His daughter would have been ashamed of him if it had been for any other reason. "I wake up and I see her there, laying so still. I reach out... and she is cold to my touch. This... is what I wake to every morning Samantha. I... Can't face that anymore. I'm not... not strong enough."
For another two minutes there was silence and then Samantha opened the door of her own accord. Standing before her was her father in full plated armor made just for him. It's surface no longer shone like silver and nothing about it reflected back to her her face. But it was in good condition, remarkably so for its many years remaining untouched even by the light of the sun. And her father, standing tall, always tall, weeping before her.
Without hesitation she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his form. They didn't quite reach but she had some of her fathers blood in her and they did better then most would. Oren responded in kind, carefully, and leaned down to kiss her head. In a soft voice, sharing briefly the weariness he felt, Oren asked, "So... how do I look?"
Samantha tried and failed to suppress the laugh. "As ridiculous as the last time you war it, father." The words were biting but the tone and the context rang with something kinder. The last time she had seen him wearing this armor she had been ten years old. She had been in awe of the simple father turned deadly warrior and had said something to that affect, admittedly with the words of a child.
'I bet you could fight a dragon!'
'And win?'
'No one beats dragons!'
The memory was strong enough that he heard his daughter complain before he realized he had started to squeeze her a bit too tightly. Carefully he let go and looked down at her. "It's more then that." He said. Oren had been unsure if he would share this but with his daughters reaction it seemed too be to close to a lie not too. "I... hear it. The road calls to me. It hasn't done that since I met your mother. I think... I want to."
Samantha look resigned when she finally gave the nod. "Just promise you'll stay safe."
"No." He replied with a smirk.
Oren could see her lips tighten in mock anger. "Then promise you'll give as good as you get. And that you'll write when you can."
"That I can do." Oren said with a laugh and another quick hug.
Then it was goodbyes again. Even his son in law greeted him at the door for a shake and a nod. His front door didn't squeak like his bedroom door had but Oren felt the memories all the same welling up inside. It got a little dimmer though when his feet finally stepped onto the dirt road.
Here's a draft of Kaelic. I really like the way he turned out.
Quick question. Is this developer's answer about SoP gestalt true in your game?
And talents? Do they stack, or we use the better?
Edit: So, just checking if I got you right. Symbiat/Incanter would use his full CL progression on every sphere, since he is 3/4 BAB? Or he would use his 3/4 CL on telekinesis?
Two bonus talents *twice*?
Editing...
Nigel Caste, human Incanter//Symbiat.
AC: 18
Touch: 18
Flat-footed: 15
HP: 27
CMD: 20
Fort: +4
Ref: +7
Will: +4
Speed: 40 ft.
CMB +2
BAB: +2
Melee:
+5 Dagger, cold iron (1d4, 19-20/x2 P or S);
+5 Unarmed Strike (1d3/x2, B)
Ranged:
+5 Short Bow (1d6/x3, 60 ft., P)
Special Attacks:
Telekinesis, Bludgeon with Greatsword:
+6 Greatsword (3d6+5, 19-20/x2, S) speed 35 ft., distance 130 ft.
Deadly Aim (ranged, -1 attack, +2 damage)
Psionics (13 rounds/day) - Mind Link, Battlefield Relay, Telekinetic Manipulation, Share Expertise
CL 3, concentration +10
Magic Skill Bonus 3
Magic Skill Defense 14
Spell Pool 11
Creation:
Alter - Repair, Destroy
Create
Creation Talents:
Change Material (alter)
Expanded Materials
Mind:
Charm:
Suggestion
Lesser Charm
Greater Charm
Powerful Charm - need talent
Mind Talents:
Expanded Charm
Group Charm
Paralyze (charm)
Ranged Mind
Protection: Protected Soul, Limited Protection
Aegis: Deflection
Protection Talents:
Armored Magic (aegis)
Energy Resistance (ward, aegis)
Telekinesis:
Sustained Force
Hostile Lift
Bludgeon
Catch
Telekinesis Talents:
Dancing Weapon
Forceful Telekinesis
Powerful Telekinesis
Increased Range
Greater Speed
Nigel Caste
N, Human, Medium Humanoid (human), 25 years, 5 ft. 8 in., 140 lb.
Gestalt Incanter//Symbiat 3
Init +5; Senses: Perception +7, SM +7
Str 10 (+0)
Dex 16 (+3)
Con 14 (+2)
Int 20 (+5)
Wis 10 (+0)
Cha 8 (-1)
Traits:
Reactionary - +2 initiative
Focused Mind - You gain a +2 trait bonus on concentration checks.
Combat Options:
->Deadly Aim (-Ranged Accuracy, +Ranged Damage | DEX 13, BAB +1)
->Weapon Finesse
->Improved Unarmed Strike
SoP Drawbacks and Boons:
Drawbacks: Somatic Casting (2), Protected Soul, Limited Protection
Boons: Easy Focus
Feats:
1[character]: Extra Spell Points
1[incanter]: Extra Spell Points
2[character]: Improved Initiative
2[incanter]: Extra Magical Talent
3[character]: Extra Magical Talent
Skills:
9 Acrobatics
11 Kn. (Arcana)
11 Kn. (Dungeoneering)
11 Kn. (Geography)
11 Kn. (History)
11 Kn. (Nature)
11 Kn. (planes)
7 Perception
6 Profession (librarian)
7 Sense Motive
11 Spellcraft
10 Stealth
Languages: Westerling (Common), Erskin, Gasquen, Old Suli, Dwarven, Draconic
Racial features:
Dual Talented - +2 to two Ability Scores
Automatic Bonus Progression:
3rd - Resistance +1
1[Incanter]: Bonus feat, casting, spell pool
2[Incanter]: Bonus feat
1[Symbiat]: Battlefield sense, casting, mental powers, psionics, spell pool
2[Symbiat]: ESP, evasion
3[Symbiat]: Pushed movement, share expertise, trapsense +1
Greatsword, MW (2d6, 19-20/x2, S, 8 lb.)
Dagger, cold iron (1d4, 19-20/×2, 10 ft., P or S, 1 lb.)
Short Bow (1d6/x3, 60 ft., P, 2 lb.)
Arrows, common (20) (3 lb.)
Ioun torch
Outfit, Traveler's (5 lbs.)
Carrying Capacity: 0-33 lb. 34-66 lb. 67-100 lb.
Current Load Carried 19 lb. ( lb. with backpack)
Money: 2435 GP
Horse, light:
Riding Saddle (25 lb.)
Saddlebags (2) (16 lb.)
Kit, pathfinder's (22 lb.)
Essentials:
1. Being born in Tasuc Cer, Nigel lived there only first half of his life.
2. Nigel studied with his mentor for a several years, unaware of Belmir's true motives, for sacrificing his student for some entity in exchange for power.
3. The summoning ended in the wild magic storm. He was tossed away be the storm and badly injured.
4. Nigel was picked up by some travelers, who looked after him while he recovered. Grateful for their help, he spent a few years traveling with them, helping them.
5. Upon returning to Tasuc Cer, he began working as a librarian, studying whatever he could find about other planes and beings born of magic. Understanding that he won't be able to learn what he wanted in Tasuc Cer, he made up his mind to leave the twon again.
Goals:
1. Nigel wants to learn more about the entity that dwells in his mind. Can it possess his body? How to silence it? Where did it come from?
2. Can't think of anything.
Secrets:
Known: He keeps the entity in his mind a secret from others. Who knows, how theirs attitude will change.
Unknown: Belmir is alive, and his second attempt was successful.
People:
1. Belmir Inalar (Hostile), half-el, Nigel's mentor, who tried to sacrifice him.
2. Ron Kersk, a traveler. He taught Nigel many things.
3. Bragran Caste, Nigel's father. Captain of the guard, he always wanted his son to follow his steps.
Memories, mannerisms, or quirks
1. Nigel sometimes seems to be lost in thoughts. These are times when the creature in his mind whispers to him in his thoughts.
2. He remembers vividly the day of Belmir's ritual.
3. He remembers idle and bustle days, and days when their traveling group almost died.
Nigel is an average height man, with green piercing eyes.
He finds armor restrictive, now that his second mind subtly helps him. Nigel prefers simple free clothes.
His brown hair is slighlty below his chin.
He is blunt and straightforward.
Things are getting a bit busy for me at the moment, I'll have to duck out of this one unfortunately.
AC: 13 =10 +0 armor, +3 dex
Touch: 13 =10 +3 dex
Flat-footed: 10 =10 +0 armor
HP: 19 (3d8+3 (2,6,8)
CMD: 26 =10 +2(BAB) +2(Dex) +2(Str)
Fort: +5=+3(class) +1(Con) +1(resistance)
Ref: +6 =+3(class) +2(Dex) +1(resistance)
Will: +6 =+3(class) +2(Wis) +1(resistance)
Speed: 30 ft.
CMB +2 =+2(BAB) +2(Str)
BAB: +2
Melee: +4
Ranged:
+4 Short Bow (1d6/x3, 60 ft., P)
Special Attacks:
Alteration(Shifter)
Darkness(Patron)
Enhancement(Talent)
Warp(Talent)
Talents: (4 Shifter) (5 Witch)
Shapeshift*
Blank Form*
Darkness*
Meld*
Enhance*
Teleport*
Bend Space*
Spheres (2)
Ranged Teleport
Energy Weapon
Teleport Object
Beastial Reflexes
Size Change
Avian Transformation
Animalistic Transformation
*Thick Darkness
*Lingering Darkness
CL 3, concentration +6
Magic Skill Bonus 3
Magic Skill Defense 14
Spell Pool Witch 6
Spell Pool Shifter 5
Karlia Moondancer
CG, Human, Medium Humanoid (human), 24 years, 5 ft. 10 in., 170 lb.
Gestalt Sphere Witch//Shifter 3
Init +2; Senses: Perception +8, SM +8
Str 14 (+2)
Dex 14 (+2)
Con 12 (+1)
Int 16 (+3)
Wis 14 (+2)
Cha 13 (+1)
Traits:
Reckless: You have a tendency for rash behavior, often disregarding your own safety as you move across the battlefield. You gain a +1 bonus on Acrobatics checks, and Acrobatics is always a class skill for you.
Omen Reader (Magic)You may cast read magic as a spell-like ability which you may use at-will as a standard action. For the purpose of this spell-like ability, your effective caster level is equal to 1/2 your HD (minimum 1).
Combat Options:
Somatic Casting
Wild Magic
Easy Focus
->Combat Expertise (-Melee Accuracy, +Dodge | INT 13)
->Deadly Aim (-Ranged Accuracy, +Ranged Damage | DEX 13, BAB +1)
->Power Attack (-Melee Accuracy, +Melee Damage | STR 13, BAB +1)
->Improved Unarmed Strike
->Weapon Finesse
Endurance (Class)
1)Cantrips
1)Aspect of the Beast Night Senses(Lowlight)
2)Extra Magical Talent: Divination Sphere
3)Craft Wondrous Item
7 per level =4(class) +3(Int)
[+1 favored class @ lvl 1-3]
24 total
9 Acrobatics 3 +2(dex) +3(class) +1 (trait)
9 Kn. (Arcana) 3 +3(int) +3(class)
9 Kn. (Nature) 3 +3(int) +3(class)
8 Perception 3 +2(wis) +3(class)
8 Sense Motive 3 +2(wis) +3(class)
9 Spellcraft 3 +3(int) +3(class)
8 Survival 3 +2(dex) +3(class)
7 Use Magic Device 3 +1(cha) +3(class)
Background Skills
9 Craft: Calligraphy 3 +3(int) +3(class)
8 Handle Animal 3 +2(wis) +3(class)
Languages:
Heart of the Wilderness: Humans raised in the wild learn the hard way that only the strong survive. They gain a racial bonus equal to half their character level on Survival checks. They also gain a +5 racial bonus on Constitution checks to stabilize when dying and add half their character level to their Constitution score when determining the negative hit point total necessary to kill them. This racial trait replaces skilled.
+2 to One Ability Score: Human characters gain a +2 racial bonus to one ability score of their choice at creation to represent their varied nature.
Medium: Humans are Medium creatures and receive no bonuses or penalties due to their size.
Normal Speed: Humans have a base speed of 30 feet.
Bonus Feat: Humans select one extra feat at 1st level.
Automatic Bonus Progression:
3rd - Resistance +1
Patron
Familiar
Hex WARD
Hex SLUMBER
Ward:: Effect: The warded creature receives a +2 deflection bonus to AC and a +2resistance bonus on saving throws. This ward lasts until the warded creature is hit or fails a saving throw. A witch knows when a warded creature is no longer protected. A witch can have only one ward active at a time. If the witch uses this ability again, the previous ward immediately ends. A witch cannot use this ability on herself. At 8th level and 16th level, the bonuses provided by this ward increase by +1.
Slumber:: Effect: A witch can cause a creature within 30 feet to fall into a deep, magical sleep, as per the spell sleep. The creature receives a Will save to negate the effect. If the save fails, the creature falls asleep for a number of rounds equal to the witch’s level.
This hex can affect a creature of any HD. The creature will not wake due to noise or light, but others can rouse it with a standard action. This hex ends immediately if the creature takes damage. Whether or not the save is successful, a creature cannot be the target of this hex again for 1 day.
Shapeshifter
At first level the shifter gains the Alteration sphere as a bonus magic talent. The shifter uses her class level as her caster level for this sphere. This stacks normally with caster levels gained from other sources.
Wild Empathy (Ex)
A shifter gains wild empathy as the druid class feature, treating her shifter levels as druid levels for this purpose.
Quick Transformation
The shifter may use the Alteration sphere to apply a shapeshift to herself and only herself as a move action. Maintaining this effect through concentration only requires a move action each round.
Beastial Traits:
Trackless Step (Ex)
You no longer leave a trail if you do not wish to.
Carrying Capacity: Light lb. Medium lb. Heavy lb.
Current Load Carried
Money: 3000 GP
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ALTERATIONS SPHERE
Shapeshift
As a standard action you may shapeshift yourself or a touched creature, changing their form for as long as you concentrate. If the target is unwilling, this costs a spell point, and they are allowed a Fortitude save to negate. You may spend a spell point to allow a shapeshift to remain for 1 minute per caster level without concentration. You may dismiss your shapeshift as a free action.
Shapeshift is a polymorph effect. A target may only be affected by one shapeshift at any one time. If a caster attempts to place a second shapeshift on a target, he must succeed at a magic skill check. If he succeeds, the second shapeshift is successfully placed on the target, dismissing and dispelling the first.
When shapeshifting a target, the caster must choose a form and a series of traits for them. Forms constitute a creature’s basic physical makeup (humanoid, draconic, animalistic, avian, etc.) while traits are special characteristics or alterations (natural attacks, creature size, monster special abilities, etc.). A caster may grant up to 1 trait + 1 per 5 caster levels and cannot grant the same trait more than once unless the trait indicates it may be granted multiple times.
With the exception of Blank Form (detailed below), placing a form on a creature causes that creature’s physical body to change into that of another creature. The target gains the listed number of limbs and loses all others. The target loses any extraordinary or supernatural abilities, natural attacks, and movement types dependent on their original form (darkvision, scent, wings, claws, etc.) and gains the listed benefits in their place.
Alternate sources of physical traits (such as a dragon sorcerer’s ability to grow claws) still function. In addition, the target’s equipment melds into their new form, causing them to lose their armor and shield bonuses and the ability to pull any item from a backpack or belt. They also cannot activate magic items (although constant bonuses from magic items still remain).
This cannot be used to assume the guise of a specific individual creature, but otherwise adds a +10 bonus to Disguise checks made to appear as a different race, gender, or species. The caster may cause the target to cosmetically appear as whatever type of creature he desires, although if the target is not granted the right physical attributes (for example, granting the right size category or number of legs), the disguise may fail completely.
When a caster first gains the Alteration sphere, they may grant creatures the Blank Form and the traits listed below. Additional forms and traits may be gained by taking Alteration talents. Any trait may be granted to any form.
Blank Form
Unlike other forms, the Blank Form does not change the creature’s basic makeup. They do not gain the +10 bonus to Disguise checks, nor do they lose their abilities, equipment, natural attacks, or any other aspect of their unaltered form. The Blank Form allows a caster to add traits to a creature without fundamentally changing the target first. A caster may grant the following traits to a creature affected by their shapeshift. A target must possess the appropriate limb where listed, and cannot grant a natural attack to a limb that already possesses a natural attack.
Darkvision 60 ft
Low-light vision
2 claw attacks (Primary attacks, 1d4, 1d3 small, requires arms). You may grant this trait multiple times.
1 bite attack (Primary attack, 1d6, 1d4 small, requires head). You may grant this trait multiple times.
1 gore attack (primary, 1d6, 1d4 small, requires head). You may grant this trait multiple times.
2 slam attacks (primary, 1d4, 1d3 small, requires arms). You may grant this trait multiple times.
2 pincers (secondary, 1d6, 1d4 small, requires arms). You may grant this trait multiple times.
You change the target’s cosmetic appearance. This could include changing the target’s apparent age, making an elf into an orc, disguising a large dog as a small pony, changing a male into a female, or some other such alteration. This grants the target a +10 bonus to Disguise checks. This trait may only be applied to the Blank Form, as such changes are assumed with other forms.
Animalistic Transformation
You may grant the form of a land animal or magical beast with your shapeshift. The form has a head and 4 legs with all the benefits of being a quadruped. The target gains a 40 ft land speed, which increases by 20 ft per 5 caster levels. The target also gains the Scent ability, a bite attack (Primary, 1d6, 1d4 small) and a +2 natural armor bonus which increases by 1 per 5 caster levels.
In addition, you may grant the following traits to any form:
A land speed as that granted by Animalistic form (grants 2 legs if the target lacked a land speed).
Scent.
2 hoof attacks (Secondary, 1d4, 1d3 small). This may be granted once per pair of legs beyond the first.
Avian Transformation
You may grant the form of a flying animal or magical beast with your shapeshift. The target gains a head, 2 legs, 2 wings, and a 30 ft land speed. The target gains low-light vision and 2 talon attacks (Primary, 1d4, 1d3 small) and a +2 natural AC bonus, which increases by 1 for every 5 caster levels. The target takes no damage when falling and may glide, moving with a speed of 30 ft with maneuverability (poor), but falling 1 ft for every 5 ft traveled. At 5th caster level, the target gains a fly speed of 30 ft with maneuverability (poor). This improves by 20 ft for each 5 additional caster levels.
In addition, you may add the following traits to any form:
2 talon attacks as those granted by the Avian form. This may be granted once per pair of legs the creature possesses. The target must possess wings or another means of being airborne to attack with talons.
2 wings and its benefits or flight speed as that granted by the Avian form.
2 wing attacks (Secondary, 1d4, 1d3 small) May be given once per pair of wings possessed.
Bestial Reflexes
You may add the following traits to your forms:
Lunge: Choose one natural attack. As a full-attack action, you may make a single attack at double your normal reach with that weapon with a +4 bonus to your attack roll.
Leaping attack: As a standard action, you may jump, making a single attack at any point during the leap. You do not provoke an attack of opportunity for leaving a threatened square.
Pounce: You may make a full-attack after a charge.
Trample: As a full-round action, you may move up to your move speed, moving over and dealing slam damage (1d6+1-1/2 Str modifier, 1d4+1-1/2 Str modifier small) to any creatures smaller than yourself. Targets of a trample can make an attack of opportunity, but at a –4 penalty. If targets forgo an attack of opportunity, they may attempt to avoid you, making a Reflex save for half damage (DC 10 +1/2 your HD + your Str modifier). A trampling creature can only deal trampling damage to each target once per round, no matter how many times it moves over that creature.
Size Change
As a trait, you may change a creature’s size. You may enlarge or reduce a creature’s size by one category, plus an additional size category per 5 caster levels. You cannot enlarge beyond Huge size, nor reduce a creature beyond Diminutive size. Creatures gain a +1 bonus to attack rolls and to AC, as well as a +2 bonus to Fly checks and a +4 bonus to Stealth checks for every size category they are reduced, and suffer a -1 penalty to attack rolls and AC, as well as a -2 penalty to Fly checks and a -4 to Stealth checks for every size category they are enlarged. (These numbers are doubled when moving to or from Diminutive size.) Ability scores are also adjusted according to the charts below; these increases and decreases are cumulative for each category increased or decreased (thus, moving from Medium to Huge would cumulate in a +8 bonus to Strength and a -4 to Dexterity).
DARKNESS SPHERE
Darkness
As a standard action, you may create a sphere of darkness with a radius of up to 10 ft + 5 ft per 2 caster levels, centered anywhere within Medium range. This darkness radiates from a central point, and cannot extend through walls. You must concentrate to maintain this sphere, but you may always spend 1 spell point as a free action to make the darkness last for 1 minute per level without concentration. You must remain within Medium range of the darkness to sustain it through concentration.
In this darkness, bright light (including daylight) becomes dim light, imposing a 20% miss chance to attacks. Normal light and dim light become absolute darkness. Sources of normal light only produce dim light in a 5-foot radius, and sources of dim light disappear. This is not subject to Spell Resistance, but creatures with Darkvision may see in this darkness as normal. You may always dismiss one of your darkness effects as a free action.
Talents designated as (darkness) add additional effects to a sphere of darkness. Only one such talent may be applied to an individual sphere of darkness, but areas of darkness with different effects may overlap. Individual darkness effects do not stack with themselves.
If a Light sphere effect is created inside a darkness effect, the creator of the Light sphere effect must pass a magic skill check against the creator of the darkness effect. If the check succeeds, the Light sphere effect functions normally. Otherwise, it functions as any other light source, as described above.
Meld
(Meld) talents allow the caster to grant himself and others the ability to interact with darkness in new ways. The caster must touch a target as a standard action to grant them the benefits of a (meld) talent.
Thick Darkness (darkness)
You may create a darkness effect that counts as difficult terrain. Creatures move at half speed through your darkness, cannot run or charge, and cannot make 5-ft steps.
Lingering Darkness
When you cease concentrating on a darkness effect, you may choose to have the darkness remain for two rounds before dissipating.
ENHANCEMENT SPHERE
Enhance
As a standard action, you may enhance a creature or object within Close range for as long as you concentrate. You may always spend a spell point to allow an enhancement to continue for 1 minute per caster level without concentration. If targeting a creature or intelligent item that doesn’t want to be enhanced (or an item in a creature’s possession that doesn’t want their item enhanced), the target is allowed a Will save (DC 10 + 1/2 caster level + casting ability modifier) to negate the effect. When you gain the enhancement sphere, you gain the following enhancement:
Enhance Equipment
You may enhance a weapon, suit of armor, or shield, granting it a +1 enhancement bonus. This bonus increases by 1 for every 5 caster levels possessed, to a total of +5 at 20th level. This does not stack with any enhancement bonus already possessed by the item.
Talents marked as (enhance) grant you new enhancements you may bestow.
Energy Weapon (enhance)
You may enhance a weapon, granting it the corrosive, flaming, frost, or shock special weapon qualities. The weapons deal an extra point of damage for every 2 caster levels possessed.
Versatile Weapon (enhance)
You may enhance a weapon, causing it to ignore an amount of damage reduction equal to your caster level. This only works against damage reduction that can be bypassed (thus, it would work against DR 5/cold iron, but not against DR 5/-).
WARP SPHERE
Teleport
You can spend a standard action to teleport yourself and up to a heavy load to any place within Close range. Alternately, you may teleport a touched willing creature and their carried equipment instead of yourself. You may spend a spell point to increase your teleport range to Medium instead of Close. You must have line of sight to your destination.
Bend Space
Talents marked (space) grant you ways of bending and folding space. Bending space requires a standard action, and you must be touching the target or location to be affected.
Teleport Object
You may teleport objects independent of people. The object cannot weigh more than 10 pounds per caster level, and it cannot be in the possession of another creature (in their hand or on their person). If a creature is willing, you may teleport the object directly into their hand or onto their person.
If you possess the Ranged Teleport talent, you may, as a readied action, catch an projectile out of the air that passes within range, redirecting it against another target if you wish. The creature who initiated the attack is allowed a Will save to negate this effect, and you must make an attack roll against the new target, but using your casting abiity modifier in place of Dexterity when making the attack. Damage is still determined by the creature who initiated the attack.
Ranged Teleport
You no longer need to be touching another creature in order to teleport them, although the creature must still be within Close range to be affected in this manner.
DIVINATION SPHERE
Divine
You may divine to gain information. To divine, you must spend 10 minutes meditating, although you may spend a spell point to decrease this time to a single standard action. Divining always has a duration of concentration, but you must spend a full-round action concentrating (you can take no other action, not even walking); you are flat-footed while divining.
When you divine, you detect the strength and location of all magical auras within Medium range. You do not know the exact caster level of an item or spell, but you may sense the aura’s general strength according to the chart below. To determine the spell school or sphere of the effect, you must pass a Knowledge (arcana) check with a DC equal to 15 + 1/2 the caster level.
A magical aura lingers after its original source dissipates (in the case of a spells and sphere effects) or is destroyed (in the case of a magic item). In such a case, divining reveals an aura strength of dim (even weaker than a faint aura). How long the aura lingers at this dim level depends on its original power:
When using Spellcraft to identify the properties of a magic item, you may use divine in place of the detect magic spell. Outsiders and elementals are not magical in and of themselves, but if they are summoned, the conjuration effect registers. Divining can penetrate most barriers, but 1 foot of stone, 1 inch of common metal, a thin sheet of lead, or 3 feet of wood or dirt blocks it.
Alteration
Divine Shapechanger
If you possess the Alteration sphere, you may divine for creatures with the shapechanger type. The strength of a shapechanger aura is determined according to Chart: Shapechanger. If a creature is not a shapechanger, but is under the effect of a Shapeshift Alteration sphere (or similar) ability, it shows up with a dim aura.
Divine Dark
If you possess the Dark sphere, you may divine the surrounding area at a medium range (100 ft + 10 ft per caster level). While under the effects of divine dark, you may see clearly in all forms of darkness, even magical darkness as if having the see in darkness ability.
Divine Shadow
If you possess the Dark sphere, you may divine the presence of creatures or objects native to the Plane of Shadow. When divining the presence of such creatures refer to Chart: Animals and Plants to determine the strength of the creature’s aura. Shadowstuff, such as that created from the fey adept class or those with the sphere specific drawback: Limited creation, shadowstuff count as originating from the plane of shadow for the purpose of this divination.
Divine Enhancement
Instead of using your divine ability to detect magic in general, instead you focus in on specifically what short-term effects creatures you have pinpointed are undergoing. If you possess the Enhancement sphere, you may divine all creatures you can see within range and determine which (if any) are benefiting from temporary bonuses, and the sources of the bonuses be they magical, alchemical, supernatural, etc.
Divine Warp
If you possess the Warp sphere, you may divine the presence of portals, rifts (including extradimensional spaces), and teleportation circles, both active and inactive within medium range. In addition, when identifying the properties of portals, you gain a circumstance bonus to Knowledge (planes) checks equal to 1/2 your caster level (minimum +1).
-Automatic Bonus Progression (PF Unchained): In-use, with the normal table.
--Some rare items do have innate enhancement bonuses. Attunement in ABP overlaps (i.e. does not stack with) the natural enhancement bonuses on items, but you can attune to weapons and armor anyway to take a higher bonus.
-Automatic Feat Progression: If a feat has an Improved and/or Greater version (above its entry one), you automatically acquire the higher-level versions once you meet their prerequisites (or every other level after gaining the first, whichever is longer). Style Feats likewise advance. Other feat trees may be considered - ask the GM. Depending on the feats in question, additional limitations may be imposed at the GM's discretion.
-Background Skills (PF Unchained): In-use.
-Bonus Feats: Gain a feat at every level, rather than every other level. However, feats from levels cannot be spent on the same category (Combat, Metamagic, General, etc.) twice in a row. For example, you could not learn Weapon Focus at 3rd and then Weapon Specialization at 4th. (This does not apply to any bonus feats from your classes.)
-Combat Maneuvers: Attempting one of these does not provoke an attack of opportunity.
Sorry her background and Gear isn't complete but it is 1 am for me so I posted what I had. It sucks being away from internet and cell signal when you are trying to build something.
Hope you enjoy Background/writing sample/ and gear will be done tomorrow.
Here is my submission Kellithor Evenstar Warlord/Bard(sphere bard). Kellithor will be able to fill multiple party roles face/melee/skills.
Note: I have a submission in your other recruitment but would prefer to play in just one. PM me if you have any questions.
Khellithor is open and friendly greeting most people with a smile. He is perceptive and a shrewd judge of character. He loves the beauty of music and nature, especially forests and the stars. He has an insatiable curiosity and a desire of learning and creating music.
Khellithor gazed at his reflection in the mirror, while he was getting dressed in his room at the Knight and the Lion Inn. He smiled at his likeness, it was a broad and open smile that won him many friends. Khellithor mused that while he was not yet 25 years old the reflection looking back at him seemed, not only wise, but more competent or experienced then his years. He stood a little over 6 feet tall and was well muscled like a race horse, broad in the shoulders and narrow at the waist, and he carried himself with an air of confidence and the swagger of a veteran.
As Khellithor continued looking at his reflection he noticed his eyes, they are the same color of a verdant forest, but it is more than their color that draws his attention, his gaze appears knowing and penetrating. His eyes are set in a well-proportioned and lightly tanned face which is framed by blond flowing hair, the color of sunshine on a warm summer’s day, with a clean shaven face, strong jaw and straight nose. Khellithor continues to consider his features admiring the blend of human and elf written plainly across his face.
He chose the right outfit he concludes as he looks at the road stained cloths and armor he normally wore piled in a heap on the floor. He reminisced, was it only a few short days ago that he decided to leave Tasuc Cer? What a sight he must of have been after hastily preparing to leave, hoping to travel north toward Endhome. He pictured in his mind how he must have looked hustling down the road in his traveling boots, leather pants, and wearing his chain shirt. Around his waist would be a thick sturdy belt with an assortment of pouches attached to it, and a dagger sheathed at either hip. As always, his family’s sword was strapped across his back and a song would be on his lips. He must have cut a fine figure indeed as he rushed for the comfort of the inn. Khellithor shakes his head and focuses his attention back on the task at hand, pulling his dark blue jacket on over his starched white shirt. When he is done dressing, he approvingly looks at his reflection again.
He thought, enough admiring yourself, you are acting like a maiden going to her first ball. Khellithor smiles at his reflection one last time and heads down to the common room. “Let’s see what the day holds,” he whispers to his reflection in a rich full baritone.
Khellithor Evenstar sat in the common room of the Knight and Lion Inn, right off the Kings Road north of the Gundlock Hills, staring into his wine, trying to find the right words for his mother’s melody but the words continued to escape him. It was a puzzle he was still working on. Khellithor sat alone at a corner table reminiscing about his past and his recent departure from Tasuc Cer as he dulled his pain with a good plumb wine.
His earliest memories are of music, the tone, pitch, and melody of his mother’s rich and vibrant voice lifted in song. But for him music was much more than a harmonious verse, music was alive, thick sensual, and intoxicating. Music was a mystical force that touched his soul to its very core, a thing of beauty. It wasn’t until he was about eight years old that he realized most people did not understand music in this way. It was true that most people enjoyed music, but they got the same enjoyment from watching a horse race or partaking of a fine meal. No for him music was pure joy and it was like a language that communicated with his very essence. Fortunately, his mother had the same understanding of music, and wound up being Khellithor’s mentor in developing his gift.
Khellithor was born on the road and spent his childhood in the various inns, towns, and cities of the Sundered Kingdoms. He was raised by his mother Selli who was… well she was magical. No matter the circumstances it seemed that she was always smiling, or humming or singing. It seemed as if she was always in a good mood and found joy even in the common drudgery of everyday life. She possessed a gifted ear for music, writing her own songs as well as playing several different instruments. Apparently, prior to his birth, his mother had been a bard and adventure of some renown, but that was a lifetime ago as she like to say. However, most of his mother’s history was a mystery to Khellithor and he knew almost nothing of his father except that he was also a half-elf. Although, in a rare moment of frankness his mother had confided to him that royal blood flowed through Khellithor’s veins from both his parents.
For the early part of his life his small family was always on the move, either running from something or running to something it seemed. For reasons unknown to Khellithor they finally settled down in Tasuc Cer about ten years ago. At this time his training began in earnest and he learned how to use music to change reality. Khellithor flourished under his mother’s tutelage and he grew in ability and skill. Not only were there lessons about music and magic but there were lessons on body language, diplomacy, etiquette, audiences, and numerous other subjects. He learned the stories of the heroes of the land, Dwarven Epics, and Elven Ballads as well as treatise on human behavior. He learned to recite entire poems, discourses, and plays from memory.
However, the lessons he enjoyed the most were the daily sparring sessions. It was here where he learned to mix sword and spell and, most importantly, how to not smash your fingers while sparring. You see fingers are very important to playing an instrument and bruised or busted fingers make it a very impractical task. Under his mother’s watchful instruction he learned the forms of the Scarlet Throne using his family’s sword. Looking back, he would say that his time spent studying under his mother’s skillful hand was the most enjoyable part of his life.
Over the last six months Khellithor grew more restless within the confines of Tasuc Cer. The small town that was once comforting became confining and constraining. He began traveling to neighboring communities for a day or a week at a time spending time in the various taverns. Taverns! What alive, colorful, and vibrant places. A tavern was a place to forget about your troubles, a place to share a joke or a smoke, and there was always music to lift your spirits. Khellithor took to the lifestyle like a fish to the water, taverns became a home away from home for him. When he wasn’t performing in one he could usually be found in with a drink, some dice, or a wench in his hands, or all three at once.
It was after one such jaunt that he returned to Tasuc Cer to find his mother had died under mysterious circumstances while he was away. He became distraught at the news and the next couple of days became a blur as Khellithor spent most of the time in his cups trying to dull the pain he felt at losing her. However, he took some solace in the fact that he was able to sing at his mother’s graveside.
As the days passed Khellithor began to question the circumstances surrounding his mother’s death. While there was no sign of violence or struggle she was still young and in good health. Also, it appeared as if her belongings had been discretely searched. As he thought about it he remembered that his mother was on edge over the past couple of months. He attributed it to his wanderings on the road but what if it was something else. With too many questions and not enough answers he began looking through her effects for information about her past or a clue as to what might have happened to her. There were no answers to be found but to his surprise he found two pages of sheet music, the beginnings of a beautiful song, his mother had been working on.
With nothing left for him in Tasuc Cer Khellithor made the decision to leave and packed his belongings. Fortunately, there were others residents of the town leaving for Endhome tired of the drudgery of the small town. So with a heavy hart Kellithor left in search of adventure and with hopes of completing his mother’s song along the way.
1. Who is his father? [Overking Macobert perhaps Ha!]
2. Was his mother murdered? If so why?
3. Is the sheet music his mother left behind a clue about his father, her history, or those who killed her?
4. He could be related to the proprietor of the Knight and Lion Inn, Suzael Brightstar.
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Statistics
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Str 13, Dex 17, Con 12, Int 13, Wis 10, Cha 16
Base Atk +3; CMB +4; CMD 17
Feats Deadly Agility , Weapon Finess , Skill Focus(perform sing) , , Mentor
Skills Bluff +10, Diplomacy +6, Disguise +6, Knowledge (religion) +6, Perception +1, Perform (oratory) +6, Profession (torturer) +4, Sense Motive +1
Languages Common, Elven,
Khellithor will progress as a mobile melee warrior and gish, focusing on combat with the rapier and using spells as well as class abilities to buff. I will select disciplines, maneuvers, and stances to support this. I plan on picking up the dodge & mobility, lunge (& perhaps spring attack) feats. If he is having problems with certain skills/saves I may take some feats to help in those areas.
In sphere casting I will develop the light, and protection (aegis) spheres. If the party is short on healing I will also develop the life sphere.
How I will play Khellithor: in combat he is more of a skirmisher (although he can frontline in a pinch). He will begin combat by buffing allies and then hit and run in and out of melee, casting spells as necessary (depending on the flow of combat).
Out of combat he will be the knowledge and social skill monkey. He will have some healing to help on that front too.
Karlia stared up at the moon for the umpteenth time that night. It was full and gorgeous and she couldn’t help but be enamored by it. Narrah, the Goddess of the Moon was beautiful indeed. The hooting of an owl outside caused her eyes to veer from the subject of her adoration. Then surprise flitted through her mind as she watched someone moving in the shadows, heading away from her house with a limp. Recognizing the limp she knew without a doubt it was her grandfather. The old injury he had sustained in fighting had been causing him fits recently.
”What is he doing out this late at night? He always tells us to stay in at night.”
Curiosity burned in her as she watched her grandfather lift his arm. The owl she heard before flew to her grandfather’s arm and rested there hooting softly. Her grandfather stroked its feathers before it took off again heading across the fields and towards the woods. Her grandfather, with his distinctive hobble, kept going following the flight of the owl.
”Should I follow him? He said to stay in. Grandpa always said that the woods hide the protectors. Maybe grandpa is going to visit the protectors! Oh, I must go see them. Maybe they will want food.”
Scrambling quickly she got dressed as her siblings slept soundly. Grabbing her cloak she would creep out of the room and sneaks past their sleeping hound who was snoring. Grabbing some bread she would slip out of the house and hurriedly followed her grandfather.
Karlia awoke with a start looking around. The sound of hooting outside jarring her out of the dream she had been having. It had been years since she had followed her grandfather into the woods. Even then, her memory of that event was hazy at best; flashes of dancing around a campfire, dancing with creatures that were half beasts and half man, some all beasts. Traces of exaltation and exhilaration accompany the thoughts along with sorrow.
Her parents had died shortly after; a fire in their stables had taken them as they rescued the family horses. Her grandfather passed a year after them due to old age and her and her younger siblings were left orphaned. Karlia, the eldest, was only 8 at the time. While the locals had been supportive, the small town helping how it could, there was nothing they could really do as the family farm was taken and most of their stock “acquired” for others. They had managed to keep four of their breeding stock because they had escaped the pen before the auction. The girls had found them a week later in the woods chomping on their favorite clover.
She was now 16 and had managed to make a living with the help of a local huntress named Eleivian. She was the mysterious sort and a lone wolf but had taken pity on the girls and their predicament when she found them huddled under a tree during a rainstorm with the horses. The girls never questioned why she had pointed ears and she never questioned the girls why they were in the woods and not with the other villagers.
Another hoot and then the sound of their small shack door opening. It wasn’t much, a one room hovel the girls had created with the help of some of the locals. It was on the edge of the woods near the old farm. Her hair stood on end as she heard a soft snicker. Seeing three forms slide in, the light of the dying fire illuminating the scarred face of Rodger “Pudgy” Mcfarl, a nasty man if there was any. He fancied himself better than everyone else and that anything he wanted belonged to him; including her younger sisters and herself. His two goons, Sordreth Dies and Caluim Regnour had sick grins on their faces.
Eleivian had left earlier the day before to sell furs she had stocked up on at town about a day’s ride away.
”Hello there pet; we have come to collect what is ours.” Said Rodger as him and his men lunged forward as she scrambled to get out of under their blanket. Her sisters awoke with a scream as they were grabbed. She screamed as Rodger back handed her as she shoved him away. Pain shot through her cheek as she nearly fell from the impact. Seeing Sordreth yank at her sister’s clothes she felt something lodge in the pit of her stomach.
She wasn’t strong enough to fight three of them but that is when it happened. Light filled the room for a brief moment as the full moon’s light filtered in. Then as the window, just a hole in the side of the hovel really, suddenly darkened as a loud hoot filled the air. Outstretched talons raked at Sordreth’s face as she felt herself yanked back by Rodger. Rage filled her, he was hurting her, her family, and she knew she had to fight him with everything she had. Calling out to the gods above she went to claw his face as she let out a howling scream that sounded animalistic.
Indeed it was as the moon answered her call. Her hand turned into the claws of a mountain lion raking across his face as him and Rodger both reeled from the attack.
The next words out of Rodger’s mouth as he cuffed her again were best left unsaid as she felt her head spin. The one moment she was Kalia, the next she was a furry amalgamation of woman and beast as she lunged for his throat. Darkness descended inside the hut as Sordreth and Caluim let go of her sisters and went after her.
When the room once again brightened enough to see, three men lay dead beneath her and she howled her triumph over those that would hurt her and her family. She wasn’t without her own injuries as she turned to her siblings who were cowering in the corner like frightened prey. Licking her lips tasting the blood of the men on her fangs she felt powerful and wild. The owl settled onto something its wing injured as her sister slowly uncurled.
”K…k…karlia? I…is that you?”
Her rough growling voice returned, ”Yes.” but it came out more as a soft growl.
Feeling power start to leave her, Karlia came more into focus over the instincts and she looked down at the men. Feeling horrified and yet…realizing it would have been worse if those men had lived she looked up at her siblings.
She expected their reactions to be fear and loathing but instead she was suddenly grabbed in a hug by the both of them. The three girls held each other as they cried together.
When Eleivian returned home the next morning and heard the story she told the girls not to tell anyone and she would handle it.
The bodies were taken in and Eleivian sold it as a wild animal attack which wasn’t far from the truth.
After that, Karlia realized the owl had always been there watching over the family and after that transformation, she could commune with it as she worshipped the moon. As the years progressed she gained more control over her gifts and could bestow them upon others with effort.
She was now 24 and had made quite the reputation with her friends in protecting the village. Her siblings had grown up now and she was free to travel on her own now. Though, like clockwork her siblings would get letters from her about her travels. They were a very close knit pack, and while it was painful to leave them, she felt it necessary to spread her Goddess's gift and teachings.
Karlia is group oriented and will do everything in her power to make the group better able to handle what is to come. She can sometimes come off as overprotective or motherly because of raising her siblings but she does have good intentions. Overall she is friendly and warm to meeting new people but if something strikes her as off she can be wary and skittish.
I'm here to shamelessly bump Raelyn. Er, wait.
Do you need anything else for my submission, GM?
Sheet isn't entirely done due to a last minute change on my side, reverting back to my original idea.
Name, class, race and alignment are all on the unfinished alias: Minn Thoraminder
In the party Minn takes on a dual role of both a combatant and a caster, though it's her phantom Leandric that has the biggest combat presence.
She will focus on both life and death magic, being able to heal and harm both the living and the dead. She won't limit herself to those two spheres though and I'm likely looking at at least Enhancement, Protection and Time.
She is willing to raise the dead to fight for her and her allies if needed but limits herself to the mindless undead and does not kill people simply to create unliving servants. She has no qualms about taking control over any existing undead though (with the possible exception of some ghosts). I'd call her a grey necromancer.
Her phantom will focus on being a protector and supporter, both for Minn and the others in the group. He will make a good flanking partner.
My character is the daughter of a baron. I left it open whether Tasuc Cer is part of the barony or not.
That left Minn as the fourth daughter. There was no marriage intended for her, no need to send her of to join the clergy and no chance she'd inherit anything beyond a stipend. If she was lucky she would, like her mother, be allowed to live on the estate after father passed but even that was not sure.
With nothing to claiming her future Minn was free to make her own path in life, within bounds. She took to this opportunity by sneaking of into the estate's cellar and, when she fully explored that, the family crypts. It was in these crypts that she discovered parts of her family history forgotten or buried by many generations since including how the family came to own the barony. Apparently her ancestors hundreds of years ago were powerful arcanists, necromancers, and the land of the barony was given to them as a peace offering and in order to keep them away from the cities. This knowledge and more she found within a hidden library and shrine to Jamboor deep within the crypts. A library that wasn't without guardians as she soon found out. But while the first group, consisting of the mindless undead, attacked her the second bowed before her. Finally a mistress of the blood had come down again and the ghastly monitors were all too happy to show her around.
Within those subterranean halls and with the aid of those undead servants she found many of the secrets hidden within and made them her own. At first the undead were reluctant to let her go out, having missed a master for so long and being tied to the depths themselves. Some of the lesser monitors, mere ghouls, even tried using violence to keep her there but were torn to shreds by the others. The others let her go after she promised to return to them and she made good on that promise day after, week after week, year after year.
Her day long absences and new skills did not go unnoticed though and before Minn knew it she found herself face to face with her older sister, now an inquisitor in service of Muir. Minn had been observed using foul magic, death magic and her sister demanded to know how she learned those things, which foul fiend had been tainting her mind. She told her sister that these new found skills were entirely her own, that no one tutored as was in fact true.
When he sister saw mean descending into the crypts the next day she figured she knew enough and called for others of her clergy to come and assist her.
Several days later, while Minn was studying down below, they descended. Paladins and inquisitors in service to Muir determined to wipe out whatever it was they found down there, including Minn should that be necessary. The first few spectres had the element of surprise on their hand and managed to take out several of the intruders but after that none were as fortunate. It was only through the actions of the eldest of the servants, a wraith that had gone by the name of Leandric in life, that Minn managed to escape with as many of the ancient tomes and records as she could carry.
Once outside she found that it was her sister that blocked her way, demanding she'd hand over the foul manuscripts and surrender herself to the church of Muir so she could atone for her crimes. Knowing that surrendering likely meant torture and the loss of herself for the sake of what was "good" Minn did what she could. She feigned surrender and when her sister turned her back on her, figuring her little sister harmless, she knocked her out with one of the metal scrollcases she carried.
Then she ran.
She soon found it wasn't just scrolls and tomes that she had taken from within the tomb. Somehow Leandric had managed to shear off part of himself and attach it to his mistress. He had hidden away within her mind and only made his presence known the when she made camp for the night after running for over 36 hours hours.
At first she was shocked, baffled and afraid the ancient soul had merely used her as a way to escape his prison. When he claimed that wasn't the case she shouted at him, saying she wanted him gone. Then he vanished.
But instead of being gone entirely the spirit had made it's way back to Minn's mind, tied to his mistress by a bond forged centuries. Eventually both adapted to this new situation and they set out together. Leandric had forgotten most everything when he left most of himself behind in the crypts but Minn still had been questions for him that he could answer. In return she got him up to speed on what the world had become since the moment he had shed his mortal form.
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Auf few things are unfinished, hopefully I can add them today
Here is Locke's pseudo-finished application. not all character mechanical decisions are made and there are a few missing pieces in the profile (ex: divination sphere and weather sphere uses are not detailed) but those will be added/fixed if accepted.