Fall of nations Chapter 1 - Refuge

Game Master Wrath

Snap Kick
At 6th level, a Martial Artist gains the Snap Kick feat as a bonus feat. When you make a melee attack with one or more melee weapons (including standard attack, full attacks, even a strike maneuvers or charge action), you can make an additional attack at your highest attack bonus. The attack is an unarmed attack that deals damage equal to your base unarmed attack damage + ½ your Str or Wis bonus. You take a =2 penalty on all attack rolls you make this round.

As I said, I can't remember where I found Spin Kick and can't find any info on it so until I do I guess we can just consider it lost to history... :P

I'll warm up the noggin on a trait again too.

So, just to be clear, for the moment we're going with the Martial Artist BAB progression but d8 hp's and the Ki Pool from Pathfinder? (and pathfinder skills and all the rest of course) That about right?

I'd prefer you go with what we've already discussed. I like the build you provided better as it gives you the choice of what feats to take on those bonus levels. And yes, your summary in the spoiler sounded about right.

Cheers

He moved to his bed, blowing out the lamp as he sank onto the hard pallat. The room was not luxurious, but the Tavern keeper, Keppel, was inherintly honest and a good man as far as Milhar could tell. Sleep took the exhausted sorceror in moments.
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He floated over the city, a great den of seething emotions, the greatest of which was fear. To the south, a great sea of anger and hatred was rising towards the white walls. He flew closer to this, seeing the red tide of goblinoid emtions and dreamers. Before himthe shadows of the world coallesced, a chill creeping into his spirt for. The sounds of the world dampened and muffled, as if a heavy blanket had been draped across it. The shadows formed a great beast with the head of a desert jackal, scaled shoulders and a barbed tail. The stench of dead meat and ruptured entrails crept into his senses, casuing Milhar to reel.

"You shouldn't have come here boy. You'll see enough of this soon enough" the beast spoke, its voice the sound of a hundred anquished people all crying the same words. It raised its hand contemptuaously and struck the young traveller, sending him reeling through the sky. He felt the tenuous link to his corporeal body severed and he screamed in sudden fear. This was only the third time he had travelled this way and the severed link felt like an open wound in his belly. Mocking laughter follwed him as his surroundings faded, becoming more shadowy. He screamed again.

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The mists parted silently, revealing a strange scene below him. A great many strands of silvery light converged on a single point. Some seemed to come from behind him, others fanned out in a pattern to the front. As he moved closer to the vergence, almost unable to control his descent, he realised it was again the city he had left. He floated above a dock, a great ship standing at port loading people and supplies. Two figures gleamed amongst the crowd, their souls showing brightly in a sea of dull greys. One was marked with a mighty hammer, her body caste in armour of great power and righteous vengence. The other flickered between man and beast. A giant of a man, constantly struggling with a great cat that raged within. The two boarded the ship and suddenly Milhars mind fractured.

Parts of him travelled amongst the myriad of paths leading from the ship. In some the two were killed in the bay, their bodies bloating and rupturing with poisons delivered from the ends of stings and arrows, or torn apart by the great sliver fish that swam unknown beneath the vessel. In others they became great reavers, slaughtering and raiding along the coast as they organised the overthrow of the captain. In these scenes the great cat dominated the man, and the armour of the small woman bacme dark and blood stained. The world ran with blood and pain, anarchy ruled.

In some very few strands these two stood beside others, whose souls also gleamed in the masses of dull spirits. In these strands great changes could be wrought, things of importance were completed and the world tilted away from the destruction of nations, ever so slowly.

Milhar was panicking now, his mind segmented and unable to come back together, he began to lose a sense of who he was. He was no longer Milhar, he was now a thousand individual emotions all pulling for dominance. A voice whispered in his ear, calm and feminine. "Do not struggle so much Milhar"[b]. With the speaking of his name his soul became one, joined again at the point above the city. [b]"Think of your room, picture your body resting on the pallet. Already the sky begins to grey with the first lights of dawn. Go to your body now"

Milhar turned to find his saviour. She floated a few feet from him , her body cloaked in white robes, a great sword sheathed behind her back. Her beauty was amazing to behold, almost impossible to comprehend. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice slightly awed.

"I am Sanaress. When next you travel, burn a candle of sandlewood and lavender. It will help you focus. Now go, your time grows short"
She pushed him gently and he could feel his body again connected to his spirtit.

"Wait, what must I do now. With the visions? Wait.....!"
The last was said with a yell as he sat up abruptly in his bed. The cool desert night crept into his room, a gentle breeze blowing in off the harbour. Outside he could hear the sounds of yelling as men began to load supplies on the ships below. Moving to his window he saw a huge Chelaxian vessel being loaded. It was the ship from his vision.

She remembered the day the two had met, back in Tien Province. The monk had just purchased a small seed roll and went to pay the merchant when she realised her purse was missing. Turning to look into the crowd she had picked up the lithe form of a hlaf elf trying to slip through the crowd. It was the way the people around her had reacted that had drawn Bo-Dan's attention to her. "Just like me she thought, "distaste and distrust wherever we go".

"Hey, you going to pay for that roll Half Blood!" the merchant called at her. She had already taken a bite from the roll, but now had no money. Ignoring the old woman, Bo-Dan instead began to chase down the rogue. The thief had heard her coming and tried to duck into an alley to lose her, but the monk was far more agile and quick on her feet than taht. As she had reached out and caught hold of Paera, the young rogue had turned with a dagger in her hand. The blade would have plunged deep into the monks unprotected stomach but Paera had hesitated in that moment, looking into the eyes of another half elf for the first time in years.

Behind them a deep voice spoke out, "Well, well. Two Gaijin in our alley. And pretty ones too eh!"[b]. The statement was accompanied by the chuckling of a few other men.

[b]"Let's show them what we think of Gaijin in this area boys. Show them why woman are the weaker sex." the statement was said in a low murmer, the lust in the mans voice very obvious. He stepped forward, right into the oncoming fist of Bo-Dan which snapped his head backwards and slammed it into a wall. He sank with a groan to lie motionless on the ground. The other three men exploded into action, drawing weapons and charging the two women.

Bo-Dan didn't remember the details fo the fight with too much clarity, but when it was over the four assailents lay at thir feet. Two of them were obviously dead, one with a broken neck thanks to Bo-Dan and the other with dagger sized hole in his chest, the blood still arcing out in great bursts. A whistle blew at the end of the alley and a Gendarme stood there, halberd in hand and screaming in the sing song language of the locals. The two half elves hadn't waited to see what would happen. As they ran, the thief turned to Bo-Dan and smiled, her face turning into radient beauty for the monk. "Paera's the name. Pleased to meet you"

The two had travelled together for five years since that time. Always the young rogue landing them in some form of trouble, but the monk couldn't bring herslef to leave. There was something marvellous in the chaotic nature of this young half elf that counterpointed Bo-Dan's strict code.

With a start she found herself back in the present. On the bed, Paera woke with a catlike stretch, a sleepy smile across her face. "What's for breakfast Bo? I could eat the armpit from a halfling Meat herder. Hey! When's our boat leave? Oh you should hear about the dream I had, there were these two men, right, and they....."
Bo-Dan tuned out her words, moving to prepare the morning meal, as her friend prattled on in the background. This morning they sailed for he lands of the Chelaxians, a slight altercation with a local slave baron ensuring their welcome in the Sun Empire was no longer assured.

Khal, I guess the only hard choice is whether it would be better to have Bo-Dan and Paera already in a relationship or still building towards one. I'm fine either way, but I wanted to get a handle on how you would like to play Bo-Dan as far as romance goes(pining for Paera, already content, or something else?). Either way, Paera's probably not going to change much, though if they're together she might be a bit afraid of doing something that would make Bo-Dan leave her.(abandonment issues, yay!)

The last year had been hard on Vik. The merchant had decided at the last minute not to take the big Ulfen with him for the final meeting in his venture. It had proven to be a fatal mistake for the man, and it had left the shifter with no job in a strange land.

He had signed up to a mercenary company working the western mountain trails while the Immortal Emperor prepared his defenses against the newest goblinoid push. The mercenaries had been hard men, mostly Gharund and Khelleshites who had been forced from their homes in the early stages of the war. They had all seen death many toimes over the last ten years. Most of them treated Vik with a certain amount of fear and left the big man alone. It was with some amusement that he found the only one who would associate with him was the female dwarf Algret.

The two were like chalk and cheese. The hulking form of the shifter with his brooding mood swings and volatile nature, countered by the diminutive dwarf with the rock steady attitude. They were both very good in a fight though, and soon developed a fast friendship. The similarities between their two languages had seen them discussing such diverse topics as religion and tactics long into the night when others slept around small watch fires.

Things had changed three weeks ago though. They had been sent on patrol to check on a report of Ogrekin in the area. When they stumbled on the remains of the dwarven clansmen, Algret stood in shock. The dwarves had obviously died fighting, surrounding three of their clan in the centre. Those three wore the trappings of priests, their holy symbols still clutched in their hands.

When the other mercenaries had started looting the bodies, Algret had gone crazy. She shield slammed the sergent, Khemmet, when he had taken the silver pendant of Torag from one of the priests. Weapons had been drawn and suddenly Vik had found the rage upon himself. He couldn't control the bloodlust of the beast within and had shifted, his claws extending painfully from his fingers, and his linen shirt nearly bursting as his body swelled with strength and hatred. He had stood towering above and behind the now weeping dwarf, while the men they had patrolled with for months stood with fear and hatred in their eyes.

As suddenly as she had lost her temper, Algret seemed to regain her composure. She had stood and faced down the men in front her, declairing that she and Vik would be leaving. As she laid a hand upon his arm he had calmed almost at once. None of the mercenaries had followed them.

Now he stood on the docks of Azhagur, preparing to board a Chelxian merchantman while the hounds of war readied themselves to destroy the land behind him. He didn't fully understand the change that had overcome his dwarven friend, but he certainly felt she was more determeined than ever to return to the north.

North, where his clan had once belonged. He looked up at the broad beamed hull of the merchantman and a shiver ran down his spine. North.

Liked your trait. It was better than what I was coming up with.

I think we need to Pathfnder the Warlock a bit.

Hit points should be d8 since you use the moderate BAB progression (as per cleric and rogure etc)

Skills should be 2+ int modifier. Then just allocate like we do for other pathfinder classes.

That's about it as far as I can tell. Your character is coming along nicely.

I'll do some back story for you like I have for the others soon. It's a bit harder to tie your character to the others at the moment but I think your creative enough and a good enough player to keep the motivation for your chacter up and maybe build your own ties. We'll see where the story I write leads us.

Cheers

Or maybe it could at least be some plot-hook? Just a suggestion, she'll still always treasure it for sentimental reasons regardless.

I cringed when I saw a monk with a strength of 8, but then that's what mind over matter does hehe.

I'm thinking I'd like to drop the ability to use that ability for climb, as it really is a strength thing, whereas i can see grapple, combat and maybe even swim as a techinque issue. I'm willing to be persuaded though.

You've listed a total of 4 in profession (unspecified) but it can't be used untrained. I realise it was for completeness but thought I'd point it out.

your flurry of blows is only -1, pathfinder is still -2. Is that part of the template? (if so I didn't realise). Let's leave it as is for the moment though.

You havn't selected a general trait formt he pathfinder free download yet. (That I could see, though my daughter is sitting beside me asking lots of quesions, hehe)

I was thinking of mdifying one of teh campaign traits from legacy of fire. "Inheritance - The pendant your mother left you has special properties you can call on in times of need. It can be used twice per day to cast light, as per the light spell cast at first level. It also contains a 20 charges of a single first level cleric spell (of your choice). These can be recharged (to a mximum of 20 charges) at a cost equal to having the spell cast on you by an NPC. Although, our cleric has the artefice domain so if you can convince her to do it, she may not charge. Charges done this way only ever act as if cast by a 1st level cleric no matter the caster level of teh charger.

That version is slightly better than the one if LoF

Other than those things, I reckon you're good to go. BoDan looks to be pretty effectivein combat compaired to a normal monk. We'll see how we go.

And this is going to sound odd, but does she have any particular favorite animals, flowers, symbols, religious icons or anything that might be used as an image representing her? Paera's going to have interlacing tattoos running down her left arm and side, adding to them bit by bit something to represent her life's journey, and since Bo-Dan would be a big part of that to her...

I was thinking the same thing myself about climb, and am happy to play it either way. But if you have ever been rock climbing, it is a sport just as much about will power as strength. Like any activity that involves strength and endurance, it's when strength gives out it's Willpower takes you the rest of the way (ask any marathoner or bi/tri athelete ;-) I'm fine with whatever your final choice is though.

Ok, fixed Profession. She is an Astrologist...In Training ;-)

Flurry of Blows changes because of the increased BAB. It is still actually -2/-2.

Can you please give me the link to the Pathfinder page where those damned general traits can be downloaded! I've been looking for them for Days and can't seem to find them Grrrrr lol (And Cute about your daughter, I can just picture it. "Daddy, what's a Monk? Daddy, are there really Dragons? Daddy... : )

The Inheritance trait sounds Perfect. Love it. Sold!

I was going to take Fast Talker along with the Experienced Traveller trait you made if that was okay, then.

Oh, and one other thing I noticed...in our back story, when Paera pulled the knife on those men, they weren't the ones chasing her for the stolen bread, I'm pretty sure those were just street toughs intent on...some not nice stuff for the girls. So she was fully within her rights to 'stick it to 'em ' . In My book at least ;-D

And about the knifepull, I meant when Paera pulled her knife on Bo-Dan. Sorry about that! ;)

Oh and hey, in case you wanted to be on the same page with our Elvish I found a pretty cool site Here. If you know of something better though please lemme know ;-)

If Bo-dan happens to spot him doing that this is what she'll be thinking more or less. And she may have some serious words with Milhar. At least until he gets to explain himself anyway : )

Paera was raised exclusively by Varisian humans, so she doesn't know Elven, but I'm guessing she'd definitely have picked up at least some from Bo-Dan.

While tied to the dock it also can't move. If the ship can't leave, it will be a ship of dead people.

There are currently 75 people on board the ship, including crew and some passengers who are either loading or boarded the day before. Some of the people loading have families on board.

All of those were things I took into account when I read his actions and so I feel it doesn't fall outide the range of Lawful Good. Protecting those he can and all that.

I wanted to answer that for French Wolf as he is likely to be out of action for a bit, and I've got a bit of an insight into his character.

Also, I don't mind people reading spoilers, but please be careful with how you use information not meant for your character. I know some players put info to the DM in spoilers becasue they don't want other players knowing about it as well as other characters. Always best to check with a player before reading it. Any spoilers I put in for spot checks etc are free game as long as you are happy to separate your knowledge from player knowedge. But if I put a spoiler in for a specific character sometimes it's because they want's stuff secret from everybody.

No harm no foul though, I know you were just trying to get a feel for the characters.
Cheers