"Checking in with the rest of the scum. Who's ready for a bloody jailbreak!? *wicked Grin*
My apologies! I forgot to include my traits, and crime in the crunch.
Updated in the profile
@Tenro: Mythos, as in relating to the Cthulhu Mythos. Mind Flayers are VERY Mythos and an individual who has been tainted by one, driven by inhuman urges to perform unspeakable deeds, is very Lovecraftian, no? Were you planning on taking the 3.X feasts for having Illithid-tainted heritage?
i hadnt thought of it, as i didnt think to see if 3.5 stuff was an option. My memory is fuzzy, but ill have to look back. Heroes of Horror and Lords of Madness were probably my favorite two books.
"I am ready to turn the prison into a flowing crimson river of Talingarde blood and begin the path to POWER! .... MUHAHAHA!"
Oh yeah several of these aberrant feats are very cool. I assume you are approving them since you mentioned them?
@ScubaSteve93: Goblinoids have been pretty much run out of the inhabited reaches of Talingarde officially, along with Ogres, Bugbears, and other such 'monstrous barbarians', as the Talireans would see them. Also, expand upon your appearance.
Fixed, here are the edited Backstory and Appearance/Personality.
No one knows who this human boy is, or where he was from, but what really matters is who he became. He was left in the streets as a baby, only to be found and taken in by some kind-hearted halflings. While their hearts were big, their finances were not. In order to provide food for this baby, they had to borrow money from a group of drow rumored to be involved in widespread organized crime. Months later, when his halfling parents were unable to repay their debt, the drow stole the human baby and killed them, taking everything in the house of value to make up for the loss.
Now under the care of this drow mafia, this human child grew to learn the arts of theft and murder. He spent his entire childhood learning from the drow and quickly became known for his expertise with a bow. For the first time in his life, he was given a name, "Hawk." By the time he became a man, he started going on missions for the drow organization and was well liked by all within. He had been doing such a good job that the Noble approached him with a special mission reserved for only the elite of the organization. They were to assassinate the king of Talingarde, Markadian V. "Hawk" was honored to be invited on this very important mission, and gladly accepted.
On the night of the assassination, he was left hanging out to dry. All alone on this mission, he was easily captured by the king's guards and placed in prison for high treason and currently awaits his execution. No longer wanting anything to do with the drow organization, he goes by the name Jonn Doe to both stay unknown by most and to have a more human name.
Jonn Doe is a tall human that exemplifies the definition of physical perfection. His worn, light brown face, topped with dark black hair, always wears a scowl, very rarely finding joy in life. His lifeless brown eyes tell the story of the emotionless monster he is. A black cloak covers his large build, helping him blend into the shadows more easily. While his muscular body is clear to see, his intellect is the key to who he really is. He often comes across as stoic, but in reality, it is usually a lack of emotion that creates this impression. His ability to adapt to changes in any situation and think through every possible outcome is what makes him the great assassin he is. While in the drow organization, he learned about Achaekek, and developed a great admiration for the Mantis God. Jonn was humbled by the fear Achaekek commands from the other gods.
Jonn spent a lot of time killing people who couldn't repay their debts. After a short time, he developed a "taste for blood" and could feel the withdrawal effects from going too long without a kill. Murder became a drug for him, and found hunting animals to be unsatisfying. The only way he could avoid the feeling was to go out and kill an innocent person.
Even though Jonn has the perfect body and cunning mind, he does have his flaws. Due to his unique upbringing, he is easily impressionable and is more willing to trust others than he should at times. He is smart enough, however, to know this, and would love to work with others who could help him protect this weakness he has, so long as they are willing to listen to logic and don't allow their emotions to guide their decisions.
So my Tiefling's name is Zoren Flink. He's about 5'9" and is 29 years old (so young i know).He is approximately 145 lbs. He is violet-blue scaled, with wide red eyes, small, sharp, horns that jut out from his forehead, and a long tale with a spade-like end. Aside from that he looks generally human, his arms and legs are perfectly proportional, his nose is 2 nostrils under a large scale on his face and small curved scales around where his ears would be.
His personality, however is nihilistic, he has given up on the human race entirely and just doesn't care about them anymore.He worships no deity and is chaotic evil. He is borderline psychopathic, has anger issues and is very intimidating.
Hp: 8
AC: 15
His spells, feats, traits, skills and ability scores:
Ability Scores: Str. 20 Dex. 18 Con. 10 Int. 8 Wis. 10 Cha. 20
Skills: +3 Stealth, +2 Acrobatics, +3 Intimidate, +3 Disguise
Traits: Murderer, Shadow Stabber
Feats: Blinding Sneak Attack, Weapon Proficiency(Simple/Martial), Light Armor Proficiency, Poison Use, Sneak Attack, Mystery(Waves), Revelation(Watersight), Dark Vision(60ft)
Spells: Detect Magic, Enhanced Diplomacy, Mending, Purify Food and Drink, Endure Elements, Obscuring Mist
Equipment: Katana(1 d10), Haramaki(light), Shuriken x5
There I fixed it. :)
@Tenro: Of course the Aberrant and 'flayerspawn' feats are allowed.
@GM - just a thought, if chosen, could we possible work out a class level progression toward a Vampire monster, or Vapire lord's abilities to use in place of one of the 2 classes?
so something like: Dhampir Cleric (Undead Lord)/True Vampire vs Dhampir Cleric (Undead Lord)/Sorcerer (undead bloodline)
It's more for the RP aspect than anything. I'm cool with using standard classes, just thought I'd run a unique/unusual idea, option by you
I believe I found a way to make this work with a: Summoner(Synthesist) archtype
Basically transforming into the eidelon (undead form) to emulate the vampire transformation.
Class: All Paizo-produced classes are legal for this AP, along with MOST archetypes.
Is this where you dash my dreams as say, "Sythinsist, is NOT allowed?"
Do you allow the aasimar/tiefling alternate racial ability tables? If so, roll or pick?
@Tenro: Of course the Aberrant and 'flayerspawn' feats are allowed.
i was looking at:
aberration blood
inhuman reach
durable form
deepspawn
cant take all yet, just looking at in the future.
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I am interested :)
I also have a few ideas on what i could play, and a hard time deciding :(
option 1:
Option 2: Friar Fatling
A halfling aegis (abberrant)/something.
Key abilities: obese customization, psionic body feat and high con score.
The Friar is a small halfling and nearly as round as he is tall. However his extreme fat also lends him extrodinary strength and resilency for one so small. But he is a bit slow and fat and lazy, and must run to keep up with everyone, or hitch a ride...
Friar Fatling worked within the ministry of Mintra as one of her monks. His jolly demeanor and kind face, along with his excessive pudgyness lent to some of the younger kids within the church calling him Friar Fatling and the monkier stuck.
Friar tried to follow the tennants of Mitra, he really did. He applied himself to his studys and meditated regularly on her word. He really tried. But it was not meant to be, one day Friar stumbled apon something within the church. A secret meeting, a drunk clergy member a secret trist, something. At that point Friar lost his temper. He really lost it. In his "righteous" anger he threw out the offendants, after he beat the stuffing out of them and dealing a fair bit of property damage. During the confrontarion he knocked over a set of candles, causing the west wing to go up in flames. He didnt care.
While Friar might have been just in his anger, his actions were excessive and anything but. As well, his cries of foul play within the "Pure Church of Mitra" did little to help his case, and the Fat Friar was branded a heritic for his Blasphemy and sent to Branderscar prison to burn at the stake.
Friar is a little bit different for this campaign, he is not a hardened criminal, unrepentant and cursing the world. Instead he "was" a monk for Mintra, and if not a good one, at least he was trying. However after experiencing the unfairness of the world, and his own anger getting the best of him, he is becoming angry and bitter. He still wants to rejoin the church and regain his comfortable life, but when he finally accepts that he cant... At that point he will become evil "If the church of Mintra rejects me, then i will reject the church!" being consumed by his rage and vengance .
Friar Fatling is someone who is falling, and falling hard on the good/evil axis, and who will soon try and destroy the church of Mintra for good, he just needs that tiny push to get there :)
Friar looks like the typical monk, short, exceedingly fat with a balding head , a simple brown robe with a gold band around the waist and a staff in his hand. He always has a plesant smile on his face and jolly eyes, but you would never guess at the anger and rage giving away to malace that is bubbling beneath them.
One way that Friar differs from a normal monk is with a freshly burnt F branded onto his face, framing his left eye and trailing into his nose, permantly disfiguring his face.
the Fleshwarper prestige class (Lords of Madness) is essentially what i was trying to recreate thematically.
Illithid Savant would be a cool thing to convert, also. I love the idea of eating brains to gain their skills.
Illithid Heritage, Skin, Grapple, and Extraction all seem perfect as well. (found these in Complete Psionic)(I don't really need the Illithid Skin one, other than Extract requires Grapple, which requires the basic Heritage feat plus any other one feat).
aberration blood, inhuman reach, durable form, deepspawn run into the same issue. Basically, one character was not meant to have all these feats (even though they go SO WELL TOGETHER) because most characters don't even GET that many feats. Also these are two separate feat descriptors that add benefit to continuing to buy into those types of feats to the exclusion of all others (hinging numerical benefit to the number of feats of that descriptor you have).
Basically, I want the Illithid Heritage, Illithid Grapple, Illithid Extraction, Inhuman Reach, Deepspawn. Durable form and Illithid Skin are just fillers due to (X number of this feat descriptor) requirements. Sure, a feat that gives me +1 Natural AC is nice, but my natural AC is going to get ridiculous, since my class gives me +5 over the course of its levels, not to mention Aegis evolutions and such.
QUESTION: Could those feats possibly be treated as Alchemist Discoveries or Aegis Evolutions (the latter more likely, I assume)?
or
QUESTION: Could these feats possibly have their descriptors merged (to unify theme and eliminate redundancy)?
Also, given the theme I am going for here, could the prerequisite for parasitic twin be having two tentacles, rather than two vestigial arms?
Ideally, I would like to do things in the following order (via feats or discoveries)
- Aberration Blood or Illithid Heritage
- Inhuman Reach
- Deepspawn (2 tentacles)
- Illithid Grapple (+1 tentacle)
- Illithid Extraction (can eat braaaaiiinnsss)
- Parasitic Twin (should come about the same time as he can eat brains. Basically his birthmark becomes a surfaced illithid face which consumes the brains and is attached to his digestion)
Notes:
- Aberration Blood is very similar to what traits are in Pathfinder.
- Illithid Heritage is similar to a trait in Pathfinder, barring the [+x to saves for number of feats of this descriptor] part (and i'd rather have that part than the "intimidate is a class skill" part)
- I don't particularly need Inhuman reach, there is an Aegis evolution that gives reach.
- Illithid Grapple is the same as a 1-point Aegis evolution, I was only considering taking it because it is required for Illithid Extraction and also technically it has a limit of four tentacles separate from the evolution's limit of four tentacles, so I could get eight (though I can't spare four feats for four tentacles).
This is OSW's submission Hoske's backstory - just getting to the crunch now.
"The road from Matharyn to Daveryn
lies for miles and miles
between the mountains and the azure sea.
Where south Talingarde lasses
curls and caresses
ease the journey's hardship for me.
But grim Branderscar,
lies often too far
from the road and my heart
is thus free.
If you tarry ere long
Too dark grows this song
And not a guest but a prisoner you'll be."
- Penny limerick/Traditional attributed to the minstrel Zayn Half-hand.
"The Dorras plague,
gives you pain after ague
and final rest is denied you.
If you wake after death
and are left quite bereft
It's surely Taxos' crime that's inside you."
- Gutter rhyme attributed to the darkchanter Xosef Hangue.
*****
The creature awoke, or more truthfully, opened his eyes. His gleaming green orbs took in the cell just as his other senses welcomed other information. The dank atmosphere. The smell. Darkness.
Ah. He knew his fate. Welcomed it. Anything was better than the time before. A squalid life of boredom and indentured servitude that had followed a short brutish existence as an arena slave. That had followed...vagrancy and orphanhood...
Now he was…something. Something more than a mere man. Gone were the aches and pains of mere skin and flesh. Sadnesses sloughed off like so many unimportant motes of fragile human concerns - longing, hope, despair.
Now he was pure. Bright, in his darkness. Strong in his will, his mind. His soul. He closed his eyes and wondered how his present condition, his fate and destiny came to pass…. Heretofore lost memories flooded back to his foggy mind. He swam in recollection momentarily….
*****
"Kthoo!" Taxos spat on the ground and rubbed his staff-end in the muck as if to impress the point on his truculent bodyguard.
"A short trip. To Daveryn. We take the bolts of cloth to Daveryn, get our pay and return with wallets full of venison and pouches bursting with coin from every land and region. I have a colleague there who wishes to try my process out. And having successfully.... Are you listening slave?"
The apothecary's wheedling tone set Hoske's teeth on edge, but the big man remained impassive.
Taxos looked again with discontent at the hulking man decked out in mismatched, baroque armor and the countenance of boredom and lacklustre initiative.
It wasn't Hoske's fault - Taxos was a penny pinching apothecary with a dark sense of humor and a decidedly twisted bent. The unclean linen in question smelled…unpleasant to say the least. Like the contents of the grave were boiled up and poured over it. Which is almost exactly what had happened.
Hoske didn't want to think back to the moonlit night he and Taxos had rummaged around in the small cemetery plot on the outskirts of Dorost, a fishing hamlet north of Matharyn on the coast of the Cambrian Bay. Didn't want to think about the putrid gelatinous remains of the young woman's head and shoulders they had scoped into a bucket, the corpse's trunk sheared off at the midriff by, according to hysterical rumor, some kind of nightmarish aquatic beast. Nor the rumors that the beast was plague-ridden. He remembered the itching that assailed him almost constantly upon leaving Dorostt, and that the nights of discomfort were only slightly alleviated by Taxos' surprisingly careful ministrations.
Too soon on the road to Daveryn they were apprehended by the authorities and taken to Branderscar - their grim activities at the Dorras cemetery had been noticed, and investigated. Taxos was charged with grave robbery - the pretentious little upstart had the temerity to criticise his captor's protocol and cast aspersions on their intelligence, heritage, virility, sanity - anything and everything - a veritable smorgasbord of empty insults and vague threats of untimely demise and lingering death. Anything to forestall his own end and justify his own existence. All in vain.
Hoske had sullenly watched the apothecary's execution, and with stolid determination had awaited his own - his sentence commuted for a period as his charges were of a lesser severity - as an indentured bondsman he was afforded less responsibility for his own actions.
It mattered little. Hoske fell heavily sick with a strange malady that attacked every muscle, joint, nerve and organ in his body. His skin become translucent and finally, also gelatinous. He grew so ill the warders were frightened of him - suspecting quite rightly that he had the plague. And then, some months ago he had passed away completely. Or so he, and all others had thought. Soon he had risen again, much to the despair and horror of his captors. The Mitrans had pronounced him unclean, yet had kept him here for some unknown reason…..
*****
The skeletal creature paused in thought - his eyes burned with dire consideration. He was not angry. Nor bitter. He was determined. And somewhat...unliving. But he would find a way out of this bondage, and forge his own destiny anew. And something else occurred to him - he remembered.... An appellation, designation….something. Ah, that was it. Hoske. His name…
@ GM Dark Lord
Hoske is a former pit-slave trained as the murmillo (heavily armored) defender-type for squad battles in gladiatorial arenas (likely outside of Talingarde) – so Fighter (Gladiator)//Warder.
He was then sold to Taxos as a bodyguard slave, and the rest is history/ his story. Alternatively I can take the Sworn Defender archetype for a more one-on-one defence basis which melds more with being a bodyguard.
Thinking Golden Lion or Broken Blade Discipline.
Now unfortunately (or fortunately) risen as an Obitu.
If you want him very newly risen as an Obitu, I can remove all prior knowledge from his interactions, and lower his Wis, Int or Cha to reflect his naïve state as he struggles to regain his personality and knowledge of his former life.
Thoughts?
[EDIT] Hoske's crime is Grave Robbery.[/EDIT]
[EDIT 2] Crunch except skills and Maneuvers/Stances complete. [/EDIT]
@Anybody -
* how does Gestalt handle skills? Do I get all class skills from both classes? And choose the higher skill points (Warder!)
* And on PoW - you can choose/cherry pick from all the Disciplines available to your class? So I can choose from Golden Lion AND Broken Blade (as well as other available to Warder)?
My Bard/Rogue wasn't panning out as much as I'd have liked, but I went in a different direction and gestalted up a Dragon Bloodline Sorcerer I was playing in a game up until a couple weeks ago, where some life stuff made me have to duck out while it got cleared up, which it now is. Here is Ariana Ddraig, Human Sorcerer/Antipaladin. Like the Bard I asked about before, she also has the first vampire feat.
He also warned her about her heritage; there was a reason her father never developped his magic very far, and it was for fear of his lineage. Their family line held some kind of draconic affair many generations prior, and those who fully embraced magic found themselves at risk of coming upon it. Her great grandfather became a hermit after he pushed himself to the degree where his flesh began to turn to scales. He told her to slow down her rapid pace of discovery and experimentation, lest it draw eyes and fear.
She couldn't not heed their warnings for even a week. She tried as subtly as she could to find information about Asmodeus, all of it Mitran propaganda, distorting and lying about the things she had read in her father's book. If the Mitrans were supressing the worship of other gods, they may have also been hiding away other things. Knowledge that was a threat or affront to them. Magic, perhaps. She'd already come into her gifts by then, working tirelessly to hone her magic in hopes of finding a tutor who could help her exceed what her parents had accomplished, and the thought of knowledge and magic that the Mitrans kept hidden slowly became an obssession for her.
But nobody would teach her if she began to sprout scales. She'd already begun to grow claws for short periods every day, and she knew it would only worsen from there. No reputable mage would indulge her curiosities. So instead she turned to devils. Lowly devils, who couldn't sate her thirst for knowledge, but she was still a fledging mage, and feared what would happen if she tried to summon something beyond her abilities.
Leaving home, both because of the restrictions of her parents on the advancement of her craft and fear for the consequences of a open devil worshipper growing scales upon her family, she continued to chase knowledge. In secret, she had taken with her the book about Asmodeus, keeping it private as she worshipped and continued along her path. She took on the assumed surname Ddraig, both as embrace of her heritage, and to ensure her family cold not be held responsible for her actions. Like her father, she offered spells for coin, but at night, she sought the means by which to begin undoing the Mitran control of Talingarde. Looking for evidence of others who still revered Asmodeus, or even just revolutionaries whose cause she could feign support for if it meant furthering her own goals. Petty criminals mostly, but she would have to make do with what she had. One person desperate for her magic but without any money to their name traded her a beautiful longsword that had been in their family for generations, and she gladly put some of her own money toward learning how to use it for the occasions where people sought to take advantage of the young, seemingly weak sorceress.
As she grew stronger, she realized that her draconic heritage wasn't what she'd expected. Rather than bearing proud scales of a fearsome chromatic dragon, her physical transformation brought gold. It was a delicious irony to her, a legacy of Asmodean worship bearing the blood of the noble metallic dragons, and she longed for the day she could lord such righteous heritage over her victims. Eventually, her prayers were answered, and the studious mage found herself bearing the beginnings of profane power. Hoping that abilities bestowed upon her by the Prince of Darkness himself was a sign, she prepared a ritual to invoke a devil, bind it to her will, and seek guidance and secrets from it.
Not a major devil. Merely an imp. A harmless little creature who surely a sorceress of her abilities could control. To aid in her tempting of the evil creature, she sought a few 'ingredients', hearts from animals and pints of blood to woo it into her service and string it along for as long as she could. In the seedy corner of the city she'd found herself in, the seller was a vampire, keeping a low profile and feeding off of live animals, selling their parts and carcasses for meagre profits. While it may have disturbed or brought discomfort to some, Ariana saw only opportunity in the turn of events, gladly offering spellcasting and a pile of gold to the vampire in exchange for being turned into one herself. She could think only of the opportunities that becoming a vampire could present, the further shedding of mortality's limits and opening of new doors of knowledge. Not to mention, becoming something vile, bringing her closer to Asmodeus where her heritage pulled her away. She insisted and forced, eventually threatening the vampire with her sword, until he relented and bit her. Only to run away in a panic within seconds, leaving her with a slow-setting form of undeath that would creep slowly through her in an agonizing, slow conversion, rather than claiming her right there.
She was furious, but could do little to follow him or make a scene, especially when she had a ritual to perform. She gathered up the other materials and settled down into the room of the dingy inn she'd been staying at, spreading out everything she needed and beginning. But it didn't work as intended, and somehow, she was compromised. Perhaps she had been too overt about the ritual items when she procured them. Whatever it was, it led Sir Balin to her, and though she had grown fearsome with her spells and her sword, she stood no chance against the witch hunter. She was taken prisoner and carried off to Branderscar, screaming oaths of revenge. She never gave her real family name to them, and in her failure she could at least rest safe in her family's secret being one she would take to an unmarked grave.
Perhaps it was the unwavering loyalty to Asmodeus that had caught his eye, or merely her anger awakening within her latent powers she'd never realized before, but it was on the carriage taking her to Branderscar when she something change within her. A feeling, as though her body had become an instrument of evil and wickedness. The righteousness of the guards taking her away became something tangible that she could sense, an affront to what she was that made her strain against the chains, her claws glimmering with profane energy that cascaded off her draconic weapons in black and red sparks. She prayed that this was Asmodeus giving her the means with which to eventually make an escape and become his loyal servant, rather than the unlocking of something she'd always had inside of her only days before her fated death.
With that pride comes arrogance. She does not suffer fools, very loose with her sharp tongue, and though she tries to present a cool demeanour it can fall apart very quickly as a passionate fire lies beneath the icy surface, and it takes little to flare it up. Her conflicting natures certainly do not help, her draconic instincts becoming greater and at odds with her own, while her grown undeath complicates matters further, leaving her torn and a little inconsistent, prone to mood swings. Prone to outbursts and offense as she is, she is no coward, and will back whatever she says in a rage up to the fullest extent she can.
She cares deeply for her family and her faith, very devout in her worship of Asmodeus and much more amicable to those who share her experiences and the worship of evil gods. So much of her life has been spent in opposition and hiding her truths that her biting wit has grown to be the standard to keep people away, both protecting her secret and venting her fury at a society that would loathe her if it knew. Those sympathetic to her cause and her faith would find not the cruel descendant of a dragon, but a fierce ally and loyal friend, devoted to the undoing of Talingarde's self-righteousness and to keeping those she can truly call 'her people' closer than she's let most people before.
Lawful Evil Medium Humanoid (Human)
Init +5; Perception +6
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DEFENSE
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AC 12, touch 12, flatfooted 10 ( +2 Dex +0 Armor)
HP 11 (1d10 (10) + 0 Con +1 Class)
Fort +2, Ref +3, Will +2
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OFFENSE
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Speed 30 ft.
Melee
-2 Claws +3 (1d4+3)
Spells Known
0th (infinite) DC 14: Detect Magic, Dancing Lights, Ghost Sound, Read Magic
1st (4/day) DC 15: Burning Touch, Grease
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STATISTICS
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XP
Str 16, Dex 16, Con 10 (12-2), Int 14, Wis 10, Cha 18 (16 +2 racial)
Base Attack +1; CMB 4; CMD 17
Feats: Alterness (bonus from The Bitten), Eschew Materials (bonus from Sorcerer level 1), Power Attack, The Bitten, Weapon Focus (Longsword)
Traits: Consorting with the Dark Powers, Magical Knack, Reactionary
Favoured Class: Antipaladin (1 HP)
Skills:
Bluff +8 (1 rank +3 class +4 Cha)
Diplomacy +5 (1 rank +4 Cha)
Intimidate +8 (1 rank +3 class +4 Cha)
Knowledge (Arcana) +7 (1 rank +1 trait +2 Int +3 class)
Knowledge (Planes) +7 (1 rank +1 trait +2 Int +3 class)
Perception +6 (1 rank +2 feat +3 class)
Languages: Common, Draconic, Infernal
Equipment: Nothing
Current encumberance: 0 lbs
Money: None
Carrying capacity: 76 lbs, 77-153 lbs, 154-230 lbs
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SPECIAL ABILITIES
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-Sorcerer Abilities-
Bloodline: Draconic
Bloodline Arcana: +1 damage per die rolled on fire spells
Claws 7 rounds/day
-Antipaladin Abilities-
Aura of Evil
Detec Good
Smite Evil 1/day: +3 to attack, +1 to damage.
Noting it more for fluff purposes, but she'll continue along the vampire feat chain through to the end of the line at 9th, at which point she'll become a fully-fledged vampire. As she hits her bloodline power milestones like natural armor and such, she'll also take on a gradually more draconic appearance.
The part about sort of "being chosen" for Antipaladinhood on her way to meet her death is pending your approval; I can change it to be earlier in her life if you're not keen on the way it went.
@Anybody -
* how does Gestalt handle skills? Do I get all class skills from both classes? And choose the higher skill points (Warder!)
Yes, you take the higher amount of skill points per level, and all class skills for both classes are your class skills.
Yes, you take the higher amount of skill points per level, and all class skills for both classes are your class skills.@Anybody -
* how does Gestalt handle skills? Do I get all class skills from both classes? And choose the higher skill points (Warder!)
@ Thx Ten! And hi! ;)
oh hi! i didnt even pay attention to whose alias that was!
pretty excited about my character, going to be suuuuper creepy!
@tenro i have always wanted to make a mini elder one, thanks now I have a good idea on how to do so lol
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@tenro i have always wanted to make a mini elder one, thanks now I have a good idea on how to do so lol
that's awesome dude ^_^
"Hear Hear! To the fall of all Talingarde!" *begins hanging on his prison cell*
"Hear Hear! To the fall of all Talingarde!" *begins hanging on his prison cell*
"I WILL BATHE IN THEIR BLOOD BY CLEAVING THEIR SKULLS AND ALL THOSE WHO STAND BY THEM!" Mulroch punches his open hand with great strength.
Hoske completed.
ok un less im wrong these are the only players with completed submissions..
Shami Daemon-Spawn Tiefling Magus and ? (Bladebound, Kensai)
Kasanar Vindakay Dhampir Dual-Cursed Spirit-Guide Oracle and ?
Mulroch Thunderhill Half-Giant Gestalt Aegis/Kineticist (Psion Psychokinesis)
Lysander Tremayne dhampir Antipaladin (Knight of the Sepulcher)/Swashbuckler
Morthos the Malevolent Human Antipaladin (Knight of the sepulcher) /Fighter
Pyro Human Druid [Nature Fang] , Warpriest of Flauros
Fal the Reborn Kobold Oracle/Sorcerer
Baruk Taladro Skinwalker Barbarian{Drunken Brute}|Alchemist{Beastmorph}{Vivisectionist} 1 {pre-excepted into game right??}
if psionic are allowed im going to try to get a psion/sorc necro
i new to the site but ill try to get a character up
Thanks for the work Zonox!!! - I've cleaned your post up a bit and added some more…
Dursal Scarfang Male Half-orc Barbarian (Scarred Rager)/Witch (Scarred Witch Doctor)
Jonn Doe Human Slayer (Sniper)/Fighter (Archer)
Varl the Deformed Human Aegis (Aberrant)/Alchemist (Chirurgeon, Vivisectionist)
ZaHiyrr Corven Human Fighter/Far-strike Monk
Garryth Slayne Half-elf Warder (Zweihander Sentinel)/Magus
Arian Khaill/Ddraig Human Sorcerer (Draconic Bloodline)/Antipaladin of Asmodeus
Hoske Barra Obitu Fighter (Gladiator)/Warder
Let me know if I have missed anyone!
I love to get in on this, Id love to make a brutal serial killer or pit fighter who murders people with his bare hands. definitely some combination of brawler, monk, and bloodrager.
I love to get in on this, Id love to make a brutal serial killer or pit fighter who murders people with his bare hands. definitely some combination of brawler, monk, and bloodrager.
Huh. There IS a decided lack of brutal, barehanded serial killers in this thread.
I'm no fan of arcane casters, but a brawler/bloodrager does sound very dark and METAL!!!
Get to it Billy!
Thinking of a
LE Psion/Monk Humm let me have a think
The gnome sighed with disappointment before addressing his defeated foe. ”A confession, Mister Gildbury. I never touched your wife. I simply took credit for another man’s work. I lied.” A sense of malice crept into Felvyn’s voice, and his mouth cracked open into a too-wide smile. Gildbury suppressed a shudder and tried, unsuccessfully, to stand. ”But then, I’m not alone there, am I? The greatest duelist in all of Talingarde, you called yourself. And yet I’ve seen children who fight better than you. Your moves were stale and readable, your foot work was utterly abysmal, and the fight as a whole was unimaginably boring.”
Gildbury made a vague attempt to lift his own sword towards Felvyn, which the gnome absent-mindedly swatted away with his Bleached hand. ”Sorry, Mister Gildbury, I am afraid that you are dead. Truth be told, you were dead the moment you challenged me to a duel,” the gnome stated, then frowned. After a short pause, he resumed speaking. ”I suppose you were dead before that. The moment I told you wife that I knew of her affairs so that she would claim I had infringed on her honor…no, no. Before that even.” Felvynius leaned closer, conspiratorially. ”You were dead the moment you claimed you could best anyone in a duel. I simply couldn’t help myself after hearing that.”
The gnome snuck a hand to the hilt of his own rapier, and give it a swift, sharp pull that loosed it from Gildbury’s chest. Felvyn wiped the blood off on the ground before returning the blade to its place at his hip. He casually walked over to spot not ten feet away where a large tree root protruded from the soft ground, and sat upon it, facing his companion. Disinterestedly, Felvyn removed a boot, held it upside down, and give it a vigorous shaking. A small pebble dislodged itself and fell to the forest floor with an almost inaudible sound. The wind whipped at his seafoam green hair.
Felvyn retrieved his top hat from the low-hanging branch where he had placed it prior to the duel. He placed it on his head and tipped it towards Gildbury. ”I shall now take my leave of you. Your death isn’t even worth watching,” he said, a hint of scorn creeping into his voice. He turned to leave, but stopped. ”I suppose I ought to get rid of your wife; she could trace the whole thing back to-“
”No!” Gildbury cried in a coarse whisper.
That gave Felvyn pause. ”No?” he asked, confused.
”Don’t…hurt…her,” the voice came out weakly.
”This woman lied to you. She is the reason you are dying, Mister Gildbury, and will not be making false claims about your abilities beyond the hour.”
”Don’t,” Gildbury repeated pitifully.
Felvyn turned back to the young man, eyebrow raised. He stepped slowly back towards Gildbury, and stared into his eyes. ”You truly want her safe. After all she has done,” the killer said with surprise. A fierce, toothy smile threatened to split Felvyn’s face in two as he gave the man on the ground an appraising look. The gnome uttered an incantation, and a charge of electricity leapt to life to cover his hand. ”Your skills with a sword are dull, boring, and quite frankly not worth my time. But your death? That may yet prove interesting.”
A sharp sizzling sound filled the forest air, punctuated by the scream of a man being robbed of his life. The wind itself stopped for a moment, as if giving a silent acknowledgement of what had just happened. When it resumed, it carried with it the jaunty, tuneless whistle of a gnome with green hair. The gnome stepped out from the forest with a wide smile and admired his left hand. Although oddly chalk-white, the smallest finger had the faintest hint of color. Apparently pleased by this, the gnome snapped a black glove over his left hand, and began a light, skipping walk towards the city.
Hopefully this helps give a sense of Felvyn's personality.
Huh. There IS a decided lack of brutal, barehanded serial killers in this thread.
I'm no fan of arcane casters, but a brawler/bloodrager does sound very dark and METAL!!!
Get to it Billy!
You take that back, sir! I am a monk/fighter and even if my focus is on sharpened throwing shields, I am more than capable of crushing a skull with my fists!
@ Oops - missed you Felvynius!
Current list:
Shami Daemon-Spawn Tiefling Magus (Bladebound, Kensai) and ?
Kasanar Vindakay Dhampir Dual-Cursed Spirit-Guide Oracle and ?
Mulroch Thunderhill Half-Giant Gestalt Aegis/Kineticist (Psion Psychokinesis)
Lysander Tremayne Dhampir Antipaladin (Knight of the Sepulcher)/Swashbuckler
Morthos the Malevolent Human Antipaladin (Knight of the sepulcher) /Fighter
Pyro Human Druid [Nature Fang] , Warpriest of Flauros
Fal the Reborn Kobold Oracle/Sorcerer
Baruk Taladro Skinwalker Barbarian (Drunken Brute)|Alchemist (Beastmorph/Vivisectionist)
Dursal Scarfang Male Half-orc Barbarian (Scarred Rager)/Witch (Scarred Witch Doctor)
Jonn Doe Human Slayer (Sniper)/Fighter (Archer)
Varl the Deformed Human Aegis (Aberrant)/Alchemist (Chirurgeon, Vivisectionist)
ZaHiyrr Corven Human Fighter/Far-strike Monk
Garryth Slayne Half-elf Warder (Zweihander Sentinel)/Magus
Arian Khaill/Ddraig Human Sorcerer (Draconic Bloodline)/Antipaladin of Asmodeus
Hoske Barra Obitu Fighter (Gladiator)/Warder
Felvynius Cobblemottin Gnome Magus (Kensai)/Swashbuckler (Inspired Blade)
Let me know if I missed anything if anything is incorrect!!!
Still working on him but here is the beginning of Aggo. A brutal creature born to the streets with thirst for blood.
*sigh* missed twice. Perhaps I should just go stand in the corner and rust. ;)
I've been interested in playing Way of the Wicked for a while now. I only really have one concept i want to play(Can really get behind) and it is a vivisectionist alchemist.
I know there are feats you can take to becomes a Vampire/Lich and was wondering if you were letting us take these? My basic idea is a alchemist(vivisectionist/beast morpher)/fight(slayer) Backstory along the lines of being infected with vampirism and slowly progressing along those lines, and starting to use my curse to fight back again those who would stop me(reason in my back story)
I know you have someone with the same basic setup but i will still put myself up. Just let me know about the vampire feat so i know what to take.
oceanshielwolf... why no like me :(
Including me, that makes at least 3 Vampire wannabes. I'm still hoping for a clarification on the application of the vampire aspect. (i.e. feats, race, template, ect)
It seems there are a LOT of melee characters. So I may tweek my concept slightly:
Arcanist/Summoner(Synthesist) - Spells, spells, spells + crafting
or
Investigator(Mastermind)/Summoner(Synthesist) - Skills, Skills, Skills + evil genius villian fluff
@oceanshieldwolf
Also missed Lucius.
Aggo should be good to go now. Let me know if you see anything that needs fixing.
Im tired of this old cell. It's cramped, and I'm bored. What say we break out and cause some damage?
Captain America Inspired villain!
Uses the throwing weapon monk (my new favorite variant), and a concept a friend of mine instilled in me a few years ago about a fighter using two shields as dual weapons! I hope you like it!
** spoiler omitted **
I have a question, why does he know goblin?
Thanks Oceanshieldwolf. Lists make it way easier on those coming in to see what was already posted.
Also Shami was Magus/Psion (telepath). Still working out her outline and such will post again when she is fully updated. I know its not the most optimized build but I like flavor over power and I think haveing a Thrallherd eventually would make WotW more wicked.
People bent to my will like Greandal (WoT) is just plain fun and disturbing.
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Friar Fatling here is done :)
I decided to go with the Psychic Warrior (Meditant) as that is basically a psychic monk :)
But I decided against Mind knight, as I figured Wis to AC and permanent Inertial Armor (+4 AC) was a bit too much...
So I fight with a staff, and can sling out the fists as well as anyone :)
Note, I call Psionic Focus= Meditative Focus as he is more religion based. I also have Profession (Cook)! Who's hungry?
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I would like to play Cole. He has escaped Brandiscar before only for our GM to leave us wanting revenge on the dogs that follow Mitra. I can post way more than twice a day and do in all games that allow for that pace. I am in six other games but a few have died recently and I"m looking for more to fill my time. i would love to escape this prion again and see what awaits Cole as he does the Cardinal's bidding. Info in Alias but posting here for ease of access as well.
Cole, Warpriest and Son of Asmodeous
Human
Mighty Godling / Wizard Universalist
LE
Traits: Desertion, Spark of Creation, Bred For War, Fates Favored
Drawback: Power Hungry
Init: +1, Perception +6
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DEFENSE
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AC 16(20), touch 16, flat-footed 10
HP: 12
Fort +5, Ref +4, Will +5
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OFFENSE
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Speed 30 ft
GreatSword +7 2d6+7 19-20x2
Hand of the Apprentice 7/Day +6 2d6+7 19-20x2 30”
STATISTICS
Str 20, Dex 13, Con 14, Int 18, Wis 14, Cha 7
Base Atk +1; CMB +7; CMD: 21
Feats:
Scribe Scroll
Emergent Divinity
Dodge
Mobility
Skills: 8 Ranks +Profession Soldier
Profession Soldier +6
K. Religion +8
K. Planes +8
K. Local +8
K. Arcana +8
Spell Craft +8
Stealth +5
Perception +6
Linguistics +8
Languages: Common, Celestial, Abyssal, Infernal, Draconic, Goblin
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Special Abilities
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Lineage Domain:
Protection (Purity)
+1 Resistant Bonus to Saves
Divine Traits:
Divine Portfolio I: Nature Mystery: Nature Whispers (Str)
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Gear:
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MW GreatSword(Arcane Bond/Absorbed), Pathfinder Kit, Spell Book, Cestus
Psionic Tattoo of Absorb Weapon x4(Used), Scroll of Haste, Scroll of Scorching Ray x2, Scroll Infernal Healing x4
8gp
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Spell Book
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Cantrips: All
First: Mage Armor, Shield, True Strike, Infernal Healing, Charm Person, Burning Hands, Color Spray, Reduce Person
Prepared:
Cantrips: Daze, Light, Acid Splash
First: Mage Armor, Color Spray
Description:
Cole is a tall man with broad shoulders. He is well built and handsome. He has the posture of a trained soldier and has an air of confidence about him. He has dark black hair and deep blue eyes that seem to pierce and see into your soul. His chest and body are scared from training and fighting. His back is full of scar tissue from being beaten.
Cole was born in the NE of Talingarde. His mother a beautiful woman and his father a loyal soldier and follower of Mitra. Cole was raised to believe in Mitra as well, but in his love of history he found out about how Talingarde used to be with temples to Asmodeous across the lands. He learned of the great purge the kingdom lead against these temples smiting them from the lands. Still curious of what Asmodeous was and meant he talked to his mother and father. Cole’s father comes from a long line of loyal servants of Mitra and the Kingdome, like his father before him and his father before him. He told stories to Cole of the triumph over these temples by his great grandfather, and to not speak of Asmodeous outside of the telling of these stories. His mother simply would smile and speak to how her family had nothing to do with either side really and Cole would be better focused on studying Mitra. Cole knew she was hiding something but couldn’t put his finger on it and she seemed adamant in keeping whatever it was hidden. To reinforce this Cole was sent to a monastic temple dedicated to Mitra.
Cole accepted the training but never fully bought into the belief of Mitra. It was here in his time of meditation and reflection that he received a vision. He shook it off at first thinking his mind was just playing tricks on him. The next week he was plagued with these visions in his sleep. Each one becoming more clear than the next. He saw men fall around him bearing the holy crest of Mitra, as he kneeled before a great horned demon receiving it would seem a blessing. He still didn’t know exactly what this meant, but it had seemed to open up the latent wickedness in his heart. He returned from the temple both bitter and resentful. He now felt contempt for his father and the others that blindly followed the Sun God. His father forced him into service upon his return. He was put under his father’s command. Now more curious than ever he tried to press his mother for more information on what she was hiding. He went as far as of accusing her of worshiping Asmodeous. She became very defensive and called upon his father to intervene. His father beat him into inches of his life, daring the boy to threaten his mother again. This was the final push the darkness in his heart needed.
Cole recovered and pretended to be the good boy his parents wanted. His father was quick to buy in and promoted Cole under his leadership. Cole used his new position to gather information on the patrols. It seemed an order had come down to his father to take his unit to aid a neighboring town that had fallen under raids from the goblinoids. Cole asked that he be allowed to go ahead and scout a day or two ahead. His father proud of the initiative allowed it. Cole went ahead, but he did so not as a scout. He had managed to steal a small supply of weapons and some light armor. He rode out with this in tow. He then arranged a meeting with a small raiding party. He offered up the weapons and armor and the time when the reinforcement would be coming. He even assisted in coming up with the ambush plan. All he wanted in return was to be alive and able to leave with his father who he wanted alive, but bloodied and beaten. The deal was accepted and executed. His dealings had attracted the attention of another dark power. A vampire had heard of this young upstart. He met Cole on the evening before the ambush and offered a dark gift. Craving power Cole took the offer. The goblins did turn on Cole as well, but he expected this and was able to escape with his nearly dead father in tow. He showed up at home dropping the body in front of his mother.
Now you will tell me what I want to know or you will watch him die.
His mother now in tears dropped before him begging for her husband’s life.
I will tell you, just please don’t kill him. Not even your father knew of this. My grandfather was a high priest of Asmodeous. He passed the teachings to my father. He was killed in the purge and my father kept his worship hidden, trying to pass it to me. I turned from this path to have a family. It was only when I could not become pregnant that I used these teachings. Through dark ritual I called upon Asmodeus to bless my family. He did this by coming to me in the night. He took me to bed, and the next day I was with child. I thanked him, but soon turned on the teachings again. I am a follower of Mitra I turned my back on my family and Asmodeus. Mitra is the light that will protect and lead us. Are you happy now? Is that what you wanted to know?
Yes mother that will do. How dare you turn your back on the teachings? I will take up the true faith. I have felt power running through my veins. You were a fool to hide this from me. Now you will pay as well. I will take my place beside my true father and bring this country to its knees.
With these words he embraced his mother and strangled her. He then slit the throat of his father. He covered the scene by hanging his mother with some rope from the rafters with a kicked over chair bellow her. She was clutching a bloody dagger. He then wrote out a note of confession of her secret worship of Asmodeous and how she finally was fed up of living with a follower of Mitra. She took advantage of him returning in his weakened state. She was then overwhelmed with remorse and decided to end her own life as well. Cole now had everything in place he used the magical tattoos to absorb his sword into his body. This would aid him if he was found out before escaping. What he didn’t know was his father’s unit survived and bested the goblins when the town militia came to their aid. They found the weapons and armor and got some of the goblins to confess in exchange for not being put to death. They returned to find Cole leaving town. When he was confronted they took him in to custody for the capital crime of desertion. It wasn’t until later his father and mother’s bodies were found. He is now being transferred to Brandiscar where he awaits his death, but he knows now it is his duty to bring the worship of Asmodeous back and follow in his great grandfather’s path. He will see these pathetic dogs of Mitra bow before him one day.
Tired of this cell, and tired of the impending meeting with an unpleasant man in a hood, Lucius begins searching his cell for anything he can use as an improvised lockpick. What I would for my tools!
The sounds of the other prisoners shouting and gibbering and banging would thankfully cover any noise he might might trying to escape. He mutters to himself, "Keep shouting, my friends, so long as you do not draw the guards. I just might free some of you if I can."
In addition to my question on alternate racial abilities, would you also allow small sized aasimars/tieflings?