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"I was part of a caravan halfling clan. My friend and I were hunting deer for dinner when we fell down a pit... Horrible creatures lived in that pit, like nothing I had ever seen. I died from my injuries after killing one. I do not know if my friend survived." "I had no reason to think I would wake anywhere but the Greenhills, the afterlife our clan members were told stories about. It seems I must endure waking death before I see the Greenhills for myself." The pale halfling seems to be both saddened and relieved by this, as if there is something he wants to do before moving on. Strange that he's still breathing though.
"So... this is the afterlife." Jerrie finds himself thinking. "Not what I expected. Pretty bland. When the goblin starts screaming however, Jerrie bolts upright and pulls his hunting dagger from his belt, fearing one of the things that killed him was coming for more. Strangely enough though, it was a singing goblin that looked like it had been burned horrifically. Dead though he may be, he was not about to let his guard down around a goblin.
I was actually thinking of a penalty to Con checks because my heart was pierced, but that works if you're okay with it. Jerrie's appearance does not help disprove the idea he is dead. Pale skin, black, sunken eyes, tall but spindly(almost skeletal), and he just doesn't have the same speed or agility he had in 'life'.
Azten here, using the alias I'm going to use for this game if I get picked. Still need to pick spells and traits, then move it all to this alias, but I'll have that done real soon.
Let's see if I can get brownie points then! Here is the back story for Jerrie, Dual Cursed Oracle of the Black Blood, Outer Rifts mystery, Black Blood and Lame curses(Lame doesn't get better). A Broken Chain:
Of all the things the Yrrum clan believes, always being able to trust one another is one of the most important ones. When you are part of a traveling caravan that goes through dangerous regions, it has to be! “Our trust is like a strong chain that keeps us together against the world” is their famous motto. No one can remember ever having to worry about a Yrrum halfling keeping their promise, because no one can remember every being lied to or betrayed.
No one, that is, except Jerrie. He can remember it quite clearly, since it is all he has to think about as he bleeds to death. He'd been hunting with his best friend, Reed, and had chased a deer into a cave. The thought of roasted deer urged them on, even when the faint stench of death and decay should have warned them off. Hearing the ragged breathing of their prey, Reed and Jerrie rushed in after it. They never saw the pit that the deer had jumped over it, having seen it much easier in the faint moonlight. They did yell as they fell into the deep pit though, and the each groaned as they woke up with throbbing heads and aching bodies. They both found the tunnel and hoped it would be an easier way to freedom than climbing the sides of a sleek pit. But when a grotesque creature leaped from the shadows and attacked, Reed shoved Jerrie toward it and ran back they way they had came. Pinned tot he ground and fearing for his own life, Jerrie couldn't call out to Reed when he saw another creature slip from the shadows and give chase. He attacked the creature blindly with fist and hunting knife, matching it's claws wound for wound. He struck a mortal blow he thought, when he slashed open it's throat, but Fate was working against him, for the creature's blood burned like acid and it struck a blow of it's own. Opening it's mouth to scream in pain, a spike like appendage shot out and pierced Jerrie's heart. That attack was it's last, and Jerrie was barely able to push the creature off him, even though doing so pushed more blood out of his body. Now, laying in the thin layer of water the covered the floor, Jerrie felt cold creeping into him and making his body it's home. He heard one last, death scream and wondered if it was his friend who had thrown him to the beast or the second beast itself screaming. Then he succumbed to the cold invading him and died, alone and betrayed. For a Yrrum, that is the worst death possible. Jerrie believes his is dead, but can still moves among the living because he needs to tell his clan about Reed's betrayal so it can be recorded and Reed punished(if he's still alive). Jerrie's appearance does not help disprove the idea he is dead. Pale skin, black eyes, tall for a halfling but spindly, and he just doesn't have the same speed or agility he had in 'life'. HP:
I'll submit a half-elven wild stalker(UC) ranger tomorrow. Here he is. Stats:
Half-Elf, Male
Skirmisher Wild Stalker Ranger Lv1
Height: 5'9 Weight: 165 lbs Age: 24
Languages: Common, Elven Base Attack Bonus: +1
Armor Class: =10(Base)+2(Armor)+3(Dex)
Strength 17(16+1)
Spear(1d8+4, x3, 20ft, 6 lbs, P) +4
Leather Armor(+2 AC, +6 MD, acp 0, 30ft, 15 lbs) Skills
Feats
Half-Elf Racial Traits: +2 Dex, Medium, Normal Speed, Low-Light Vision, Adapability, Elf Blood, Elven Immunities, Keen Senses, Multi-talented(Ranger and Barbarian) Skirmisher Wild Stalker Ranger Class Features: Strong Senses(+2 Perception), Track(+1), Wild Empathy(1d20+1)
Well, since I'm being called out and I've done stuff like that before, sure. CHARGE!
If you want an in game answer, two things in the spell would support keeping the bloodline. 1) You need a piece of the person that is to be reincarnated.
Basically, it's rapid regeneration of body tisues, and the magic need for that brings the spirit back as well.
Not sure this is my strangest character, but it is filled with role-playing applications. Spoiler:
I am currently playing an 11 year old female changeling(using the Young Template from the Bestiary). Gestalt FavoredSoul/Summoner3.
In this game, the goal is to figure out the personality flaws of the other PCs. As a child, the DM and I decided that would be her "flaw." Because she is a changeling, the rest of the party does not know she is a child(though they have guessed at shapechanger), and thus think her flaws may be as follows. 1) Does not like graveyards/undead
For RP reasons, the flaws have drawback. After finding a spell stone(Prismatic Spray, Cure Mod, and Unseen Servant 1/day), she used it with learning what Prismatic Spray was. Those poor thieves never had a chance. One got hit by 2 of the poison colors, and the other took 20 points of fire damage and was sent to the Elemental Plane of Water. Of course, she had never killed anyone before, and promptly vomited before curling up in the fetal position and holding her kness while murmuring "I didn't mean to..." The local high priest provided mental and emotional support after she ran back to the temple. It has been discussed they she may gain another personality(and character sheet) if situations like this continue to happen. "Why is that women walking around with a skeleton and a rotting psuedodragon?" -Young boy, upon seeing Neji-Bana("Twisted Flower," the name of the Evil side) walking through town.
I was using a bastard sword and a dagger and my ranger specialization was archery, Dan(if am thinking of the archer) started out using a greatsword, and I do not remember Dan's friend's chacter. Thank you KaeYoss.
You did not.
"Well there goes that idea..." He flies into a spinning assualt, swinging his staff at the main body...
Jerrie begins to strike the tentacle, but he stops, and muses to himself aloud, "If it managed to find me down here, then there could be a way to the surface nearby. I hope I don't get killed becuase I decided to use my head..." He waits to see if there is light filtering down from above before he starts whacking at the octupus with his quaterstaff.
Curiosity gets the better of Jerrie, and he walks slowly toward the membrane to watch the tentacles enwrap his bubble. He tries to remember if he has seen anything like it before...
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