Leaf Hisical's page

Saves: Fortitude +4 (+8 more vs poison); Reflex +4; Will +4
Resistances

• SR 11
• DR 10 (evil and magic)
• immune disease
• immune electricity
• immune petrification
• cold 10
• acid 10

Initiative: +8; Hit Points: 13; Armour Class: 24,28 with shield, 26/30 vs. evil. Touch: 19/23 or 21/25 vs evil. Flat-footed: 20/24 or 22/26 vs. evil.
CMB:-4
CMD:10
Melee: why?
Ranged: Out to 30' 2 light beams +4/+4 d6 20. ignore all damage resistance
Out to 250' Eldritch Blast +4 d6

Traits: Ease of faith, Suspicious
Feats: improved initiative (bonus Lantern feat), Naturalized Denizen (unearthed arcana) (first level feat)

• fly +16
• Acrobatics +8
• bluff +9
• intimidate +9
• knowledge(arcana) +5
• knowledge(the planes) +7 - includes special +2 pact bonus
• spellcraft +5
• diplomacy +10
• sense motive +10

Lantern/Celestial Abilities: continuous: protection from evil 10' radius; aura of menace 20' radius DC 17 -2 on attacks/ac/saves for 24 hours or until opponents hit me. save provides 24 hours of protection, tongues.
at will: daylight, teleport without error(self and 50 pounds) (class level),aid, detect evil, continual flame (caster level 3)
class level: protection from evil 3/day, bless

Sorcerer (infernal bloodline)
Spell Points 1*(3+2)=5
Spells:

• Cantrips: mage hand, open/close, caltrops(Spell Compendium), stick (spell compendium)
• 1'st: mage armour, shield

+2 to DC for charm spells, 8/day corrupting touch (shaken for number of rounds equal to 1/2 level)

Warlock:Eldritch Blast 1d6; Eldritch spear; entropic warding;

hex pool: (5 points) Warlocks Curse: DC=10+1/2 class level + charisma modifier currently DC=16 -2 to most rolls/ac/caster level checks for 1 round per point used.

Pact: waiting

"...ly physical?"

Only after the musical tones of the voice have begun to fade do you register the faint 'pop' preceding them.

Looking up towards the source of both sounds you see a sphere of light, bobbing and pulsing erratically.

More tunes fill the air:
"Whaa...wh-wh-where? Holy Mother of Bahumat! It was a joke - A JOKE!"

The sphere stabilizes and dims. After a long moment the song continues:
"Hmmm, that Trumpet standing next to the master was nodding just before I disappeared...and he looked like he was expecting something. I wonder, I really do"

Just then another voice interrupts "Leaf, Leaf Hysical is it? Don't just float there, come browse my wares! Perhaps a jaunty hat?"

The music returns, laughing: "Leaf Hysical it really can't be it's a punch line, well part of a punch line anyway. And it will do fine for a name for now...
A jaunty cap you say, well if you accept credit...?"

What do I know? I've been told almost nothing and found out little more.

The Beach: My earliest memory. So many of us. Countless points of light in, on, under the surf on a moonlit beach. As the fourth moon rose, so too a voice in my head:
"Learn well Lanterns. Know you have died and the greatness of your souls has brought them here. Learn well, ASCEND he MOUNTAIN, PURIFY your FORMS, SERVE the greater GOOD"

From the moans and sighs rising up around me, I guessed my fellow Lanterns heard the same message I did. While the reactions of those around me were of unequivocal joy, I was torn: pulled as I was to serve, something in me recoiled at the idea, and mocked us all for our weakness.

As we train we are always watched. One Trumpet in particular often watches me. He pretends not to, but I can tell he does. Training is easy, I excel, and I have powers the others do not. At the start of each day I find it more difficult to remember my thoughts of the day before - that is why I have chosen to carve my thoughts on this rock. I do not wish to forget...

...And as I carve I marvel at what can be done without hands...Hands! A body! A mind! I was. I AM! If only I could remember more!

Still no details of my former life. Dark images though. I am sure there was more than one body, one mind. I am a concatenation of souls, and I cannot imagine my purpose.

The Trumpet watched today during Target Practice. Very pretty; flashes of light all around. Beautiful and relentlessly boring. I let down my guard and a dark bolt shot from me and poached a poor crab on the beach.

None of my peers found the experience as amusing as I. Our trainers were even less enthusiastic. I met more Hounds and Trumpets while my 'personal' Trumpet hovered in the background. Tomorrow I am to see the master. I am told I must answer: "what is the difference between the lowly crab I killed and the Great Bahamut?" "Purely Physical" is the punchline I want to use, but dare not. Let us see what tomorrow brings!