Just some background stories I wrote for Valisia. I am no writer, but I hope they are entertaining if anyone is bored.
The candles sputtered, a slight breeze almost blowing them out. She concentrated hard and chanted the brief words, calling deep within herself the power to call forth….something. She felt something answer the call, but then faltered and she felt the connection waver and fizzle. She sighed. "Again," called a voice from behind her. She focused harder, and concentrated. She spoke the words again, clearly, and emphatically reached out with her whole being. THis time a form began to coalesce in front of her. Quickly it winked into existence. She had done it! She had summoned her first creature. She stepped forward to see what she had called, the small shadowy shape lumpy and amorphous. As she brought a candle closer she saw. "Ribbit," croaked the tiny brightly hued creature. It was a start.
"Chug! Chug! Chug!" Valisia stood on the table as she up-ended the earthware mug of ale. The Gnomish Bitterbrau was her favorite, but it was potent. She was sturdy, but her small stature was a detriment to contests like this. She had already downed six of them and it was causing havoc on her three foot thirty pound body. Most of this one ended up down her front as she managed to drain the mug in a series of gulps. She held aloft the empty mug triumphantly before slamming it onto the table. Cheers erupted around her. She smiled. She didn't know any of these people, but they were now her new friends. She climbed off the table wobbling and wavering dangerously; luckily she was blessed with natural grace and agility. One might not even suspect she was drunk. How had she lost a boot? She watched her opponent stand and bring a mug to his mouth. "Chug-a-lug! Chug-a-lug!" The huge burly dwarf slammed the mug of ale in one swig, a trickle of the amber brew finding a path down his thick red beard. "BRAAAAAAP!" He belched soundly and the group of people roared in laughter. She wasn't going to win this she realized. Something also nagged at the back of her mind. What time was it? She suddenly froze in realization. Tomorrow was her final project! She had to summon her Eidolon before the entire school at sunrise. She felt her stomach heave, but she kept it down. In a stupor she pushed passed people and made her way to the exit. "Ayyye! Where you going lassy? Giving up so soon? Har har!" The dwarf's taunt angered her. Her drunken brain took over and she considered summoning a pack of dogs to tear him apart. What is wrong with you? She stumbled from the pub and down the street, her one booted foot clumping awkwardly with the slap of her bare foot on the cobblestone pavement. Clump slap clump slap stumble clump slap. Where was she? Her inebriated mind tried to mentally retrace her steps unsuccessfully. Angry, she stepped into an alley way to collect herself. She needed to focus and figure out how to get back home. She would summon. That would help her concentration. She began the quick chant, easy even in her drunken state. A skeleton appeared before her. It hissed and stood at the ready. It dripped, black blood oozing from its bones, pin points of malevolent light in its eye sockets. That was dark. She wondered why she summoned one of these. Perhaps in her anger, her mind pulled one from the ether. Hmmm... She summoned another. Then another. A fourth. They stood before her mindlessly staring at her. Stupid skeletons. Her mind darkened, "You there, kill that one. You two kill each other." In seconds, the four skeletons were slicing away at each other, their broken bones and cuts rapidly healing over. She summoned more skeletons, and then more. The alleyway was filled with the sounds of the skeletons hacking away at each other. Finally she could summon no more, and watched darkly as their cuts barely did any damage to each other, and what little they did disappeared just as quickly, the black necromantic blood healing them. As fast as it started, it was over, they skeletons started winking out of existence, their time on this plane over. She stood, throwing her other boot into the refuse and started walking home not realizing she was going the correct way. She estimated that she had three hours to prepare for her final project.
She was nervous. It was time for her final project. She would summon and bond with an Eidolon today. Other summoners had spent many months, even years preparing for this, reading the research work, practicing the basics, understanding how to evolve an Eidolon and shape it. They understood well the link and bond between the two. Valisia did too ..mostly. She had quickly browsed much of the reading lately, perhaps a little too late, and a little less diligently than she ought to have. She found she fell asleep more often than not studying the dusty tomes. It was far more fun summoning creatures. She was nervous. She knew the concepts. How hard could it be? Many of the other summoners had spent weeks working on theory, drawing elaborate pictures detailing the creature they would summon, how they would evolve it, adding hooves or horns, and making it stronger or any number of possibilities. Valisia kept thinking of birds and furry forest animals, or toads. She wanted a friend though, maybe her Eidolon could provide some companionship that short lived summons could not. She hadn't really decided on much of a concept. A summoner’s Eidolon was supposed to protect them. Maybe that meant claws and fangs. Ok check. Maybe really big claws… Talons, yes. Ok. Maybe some tough hide. Check. She yawned as one of the master summoners droned on about the responsibilities and duties of summoning. She awoke to the sound of her name, "Valisia. Valisia you are called to summon your Eidolon." She gasped awake, adrenalin pumping. How long had she dozed? "Mmmm.. Yes sir. I am ready." She gulped and shuffled slowly to the center as the other students, many with their Eidolons standing next to them, looked on. Perhaps she had had one too many ales last night. Perhaps she should have really studied or at least got a good night's sleep instead of going to the pub to ‘study’. She took a deep breath and began softly chanting. She called forth into the ether and the astral. She searched. Her mind raced, the vague concepts she had previously imagined all jumbled together incoherently. She focused on the ritual. It was a minute long, and she must not falter. At the end, something began to appear. A bead of sweat trickled down past her ear. She put more of herself into the call, bringing it forth. She looked as it began to sharpen, her mind forming it. She had to decide now. Blue feathers. It popped into her head and at the same time the being formed and stood. A tall bipedal woman stood before her. Close to seven feet tall it towered over her. She was blue, and nude, definitely nude. Feathers, she had some feathers for hair, and on her lower arms and legs. A large magical symbol blazed from the creature's forehead, and she felt and could sense somewhat a similar one on her own. It had claws, like an eagle's talons. She was disappointed, perhaps they could be bigger. As her mind formed around the concepts she watched the woman's talons grow in size, the raptor like claws growing to the size of butcher knives. Nice! The woman smiled at her as it flexed its claws. Fangs...[i/] The perfectly white teeth of the woman morphed before her, upper and lower canines forming, the human-like teeth turning to sharp pointed carnivorous teeth. The woman's jaw elongated and her neck muscles thickened. She opened her jaws and then shut them again experimentally snapping the air, her grin looking predatory now. Valisia beamed. [i]Not bad. Her smile turned to a blush as the other students snickered and joked about the naked blue woman she had summoned. She focused again. The woman, already muscular, fit and well proportioned, began to grow scales in spots where the feathers did not cover. The scales grew bigger and thicker, almost plate-like in some spots. It helped a little but not much. It would have to do. Valisia felt dizzy, she couldn't muster any more. She whispered, in Celestial, "What is your name?" It responded in kind, "I am Kezelia." As it kneeled down before her, Valisia felt woozy. Then she passed out.
Valisia crested a small rise in the thick forest. The canopy above kept the floor in shadows. It was cool down here and pleasant. She crept through the foliage quietly. As she got near, she heard grunts and snuffing as the shaggy forest apes chewed on their midday meal. She watched in wonder as the large simians tore down thick stalks of bamboo and chewed on the shoots or stripped leaves fromvarious bushes. She had read about the names of these bushes once, but had fallen asleep trying to remember them. The apes were fascinating. They seemed so gentle, but she could see the huge canine teeth which the dominant male sometimes bared as a reminder to the others. She watched as they uprooted small trees and tore open logs to get at the beetles and grubs within. She scooted closer her eyes riveted on a small baby clinging to its mother’s back. It looked so tiny and fragile. In time it would grow very large and powerful. The baby looked right at her and she froze. Hopefully it had not seen her. ”Oook, ook.” The tiny ape noised softly and started to chew on its own foot. Thank goodness she hadn’t been seen. She started to scuttle slowly backward. Comfortably through the brush she stood up to take her leave and turned around and ran face first into the huge alpha male. Uh oh. As it stood and thumped its chest, Valisia quickly chanted the soothing words she knew would soothe the savage beast. Placated, the simian backed down and stared at her quizzically. Pleased with herself she chuckled softly, until the ape grabbed her and carried her playfully into the clearing with the others. Double Uh Oh.
The heavy clerical vestments were making her sweat. She fidgeted in her seat as the sun streamed through the stained glass windows and beat down on the crowd. Various nobles were fanning themselves as Lord ‘Bob’ droned on about something or other. She could never remember all their names. Some people spent a lot of time carefully recording all the noble lineages back twenty or more generations. She couldn’t even remember her own lineage. Bunch of names of angels and so on that supposedly were part of the bloodline centuries ago. Who cared? Her gaze wandered over Lady ‘McSnobbysnort’ who returned a withering disapproving look. What was her problem? Just because Valisia was the size of a small human child did not mean she needed to be treated like one. Valisia had already performed her duty, part of a ritual and ceremonial blessing her order did at such functions. As a member of a more or less neutral clergy, they were often called upon to mediate and sit in on political functions, blessing the dignitaries and proceedings without duly advocating the causes of any particular deities. She wanted to go outside and swim in the nearby river or wander the cool forest. She pushed back the heavy mitre cap on her head as it slid forward. It never did quite fit, and looked downright comical since it was nearly half her size. She kicked her feet to and fro since they did not even reach the floor. As her mind wandered she heard a tap tap tapping on the window nearby. A small bird, perhaps a wren had landed outside and was tapping on the glass. She smiled quizzically at it as it carried on with its persistent tapping. Perhaps it saw its reflection as a rival. It kept looking straight at her. On a whim she cracked the window pane slightly as if to provide a breeze to the people sitting there. She kept her small body in the way of the bird and held out her hand as it leapt into her palm. She returned to her seat cupping the small bird in her hands, but it wriggled forth and hopped onto her shoulder. She smiled and let it sit there. Then it whispered in her ear ”Meet at the old shrine near the forest edge.” Startled, she jumped, her mitre hat falling to the floor ”Whaa!?” When all eyes turned to her, the bird was gone and the reason for her outburst unapparent. Red faced, she cleared her throat, ”Excuse me lords and ladies.” She scuttled from the room. Her ceremonial robes dragged on the floor and along with her soft velvet slippers they made a ‘voop voop swish’ noise as she moved. She moved quickly to her quarters, once there rapidly trying to doff the elaborate garments. Taking what felt like forever she threw on a silken blouse and skirt, and grabbed her boots almost as an afterthought. She sailed through the halls of the old castle they were staying in and soon enough she had slipped through a drain grate to the river’s edge and was making her way to the forest. Her laughter sprang forth as she sprinted through the grass toward the shrine. She didn’t even know who had messaged her.
Hey Bloodwolf, heres your good ol pal Claptrap :)
I noticed 3 people may have dropped, so maybe you will allow a day-late entry :)
On the assumption yes…
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Very even stats, 1 good stat. I can make that work :)
Now while Claptrap is a very eccentric (and crazy) robot, I am looking to play someone a little more self-serious, but still coming up with some (probably bad) schemes now and again :)
So someone with a very powerful wanderlust, he will be largely about movement and exploration, just not too sure yet what.
If its alright that I join up a day late, that is.
So I have ironed out the basic idea for what I want to build, and he has a fair bit of a dual personality :)
To start, he will be an Elf treesinger with the Green Guardian feat.
He is an elf set aside within nature, and who is one with it. However over time he witnesses the destruction of the green around him, and this infuriates him. At first, he will try and right these wrongs the “normal” way, but when that fails to take effect he will start to take a more drastic and desperate approach. He will start to burn the world. He will start to unleash fire and brimstone on his foes in front of him, yet when he does, the ground does not burn, the leaves remain green and not even a blade of grass has been blackened. His fury is focused purely on the undeserving, and never on the natural world around him.
When you decide that we should become full fledged gestalt characters, and we “grow” into 3/3 characters, his other side will be an Elemental bloodline Sorcerer (fire obviously) as his powers become manifest and he starts to focus on his quest to burn.
In a nut shell, he is a plant based druid/fire based sorcerer, and can set his own plants on fire with little worry. He will probably be a blaster caster as his main focus.
Now I will get more than just this down, but this should be good for now. Also, the Piazo servers are supposed to go down later today, so take that into consideration :)
Added a second half to one of the stories. Working with others to mesh backstories.
Slipping into the foliage around the edge of the forest she spied the old ruined shrine. She had seen it from a distance before, and had heard rumors about the place, saying it was haunted. As she crawled on her belly through the old underbrush the twisted sticks and gnarled roots tore and ripped at her silken clothes. Probably a bad idea to have grabbed them in her haste. She looked down at her skirt and blouse. Two buttons gone, one sleeve half torn off at the shoulder, skirt ripped in several places, both permanently ruined by mud. She had no idea this place was so overgrown and protected by brambles. It felt to her that it was grown intentionally. She wiggled through the final bramble bush into a stony clearing, her tiny stature successfully worming past it by laying flat to the ground. She stood and listened quietly. Whoever sent the bird would have had a tough time as well navigating the ticket of growth surrounding the place. The old stones stood solidly, covered in moss and lichen. It was quiet here except for the sound of several large twisted and gnarled oaks swaying gently in the wind. One oak in particular, appeared to have been struck by lightning recently. It had lost most of its leaves and its limbs were blackened. Portions of the trunk were burnt. She stood quietly, reverently for a bit. On a whim she called, ”Hello?” Her voice echoed oddly off of the old stones. No answer. She wandered closer and saw a small altar covered with vines and years of debris. She pulled it all away and brushed away the dirt, adding to the level of filth covering her. The stones felt cold on her feet, as she had lost both boots crawling through the brush. She saw some ancient runes carved in the altar. She did not recognize them. Languages were not her strong point. Compelled by reverence she kneeled before the altar and uttered a brief prayer to the gods of nature. A small bird landed on the giant blackened oak near her. It chirped at her. Was this the same bird that had visited her at the castle? She peered at it, and the tree itself moved. Its huge branches creaking and groaning; the canopy shaking as some blackened leaves were shaken loose, drifting to the ground. Higher up the trunk a hole in the side of it, warped open and above it two knots seemed to drift together and focus in on Valisia like eyes. The hole moved like a mouth and a voice came from it. The voice, deep, and hoarse, raspy, but filled with ancient power, slow and purposeful echoed from it and through the ruins. ”Little one, it is I who called you here. It is well known among the tree spirits, you, planters of seeds and nurturer of life, would be best suited to a task.” She nearly wet herself as the thing spoke, and jumped from her skin. A talking tree! She had heard of the treants. This one must be ancient, but looked to be dying from the lightning strike. She squeaked out a ”Me? How can I help?” The massive tree loomed larger, its trunk separating at the base, splitting and becoming two massive legs. Its ‘feet’ pulled up rocks and earth and stone, dropping debris everywhere as it took two steps into the clearing. Higher up, its upper branches cracked and snapped as they clashed with those of other trees sending a rain of leaves, broken sticks, and several old birds' nests to the ground. Standing before her like a giant before a mouse, the tree lowered one massive branch so that its tips hung before her. Seven acorns hung in small clusters in front of her face. Despite the thunderous roar of stone, earth, branches and leaves accompanying the treant’s movement, its voice still startled her when it spoke again. ”Little one, take these seeds, they are my last. I am dying. I will gather my last rays of sun today, and tonight my sap will flow no more.” As she listened she saw a trickle of sap run from one of the knots almost like a tear. More sap oozed from its ‘mouth’ almost like drool. Her own eyes welled up in tears, “No, I can get help. There are druids who can help…”[/b] Its thunderous voice boomed again cutting her off, ”No little one. I am ancient and my time has come. The lightning has merely hastened by demise. Take my acorns. Protect them, nurture them. Give them names, see them grow and flourish into new treants. I have placed within them much of me. They will remember me and they will remember you when they grow. Even now they are aware. They will grow swiftly, faster than oaks normally do. Call upon them in times of need. Visit them, and do not forget them, but be watchful the seventh one.” As the seven acorns dropped from the branch into her tiny waiting hands she noticed one of them was blackened a bit. ”That one is different, I do not know why. Its spirit will be unpredictable. Give it extra care.” She was shaking now clutching the acorns. She tore off the rest of her sleeve and tucked the acorns securely within, folding it over and over and tying it shut with a strip of cloth from her skirt. ”What do you mean different?” She asked while securing them. After no response she looked up and the treant was motionless again. The knots looked lifeless and the maw of a hole that it spoke from looked hollow and empty. The wind picked up suddenly and she felt cold now despite the heat of the day. The wind caught the tree and it began to sway. It was going to fall! Nimbly she dove aside as the massive trunk began to topple. It seemed to take an eternity and as it fell the other trees nearby seemed to make way for it, their branches slipping aside gracefully giving way to the blackened oak behemoth as it slammed into the stone shrine, sending the ancient rock wall crumbling, the stones thumping to the earth, scattered like marbles. Then it was quiet again. She looked up and the remaining trees seemed to lean in reverently, protectively over their fallen brother. She wiped a tear from her eye with the back of her filthy hand and placed her other hand on the trunk mouthing a prayer. No voice came from her throat, although her mouth moved to the words. When complete, she looked up and the thick gnarled undergrowth had parted into a narrow winding path. The wind blew her tangled knotted hair across her tear streaked face as a crow perched in a tree nearby cawed raucously. She turned and sprinted down the path, her clutch of magical acorns securely clenched in her fist.
We have a fighter/wizard, a monk/shaman, a fighter (DMPC), and a ninja who is sitting out for now (DMPC).
Would you be able to elaborate on this, with: melee/ranged, play style, role filled, ect.
Any of this info would help in creating a character to compliment the existing group.
With just the classes, it would appear that all 4 current players are melee characters?
I thought I was still in the run ;)
Actually, I had seen the cutoff post from GM Wolf, but since I had PMed him before that with questions about my character, I thought I was still in.
But now that I looked better at that post, I'm not sure - my character was not finished by Tuesday night :D
i got my rolls in prior to cut off, I was really waiting for an answer to my last request for the players' roles/melee or ranged, before I submitted a character.
Sorry guys RL has exploded on me. Sorry for being away and I will likely be gone until Monday, I will try to post but no promises.
If you have already shown interest from a post earlier get your character done. Send me a PM with your alias.
Aldiran, you are still in the running get your character in!
With my abscense each of you will have a chance to finish your character, add personality, add background, and possibly make some connections. Read through my first post again and read through my alias profile. ;)
Glossamar4, if you really want to see how the characters are made up you can look at their profiles, Arvangail is more of an arcane archer, our monk Blienka is unique though melee oriented, Krazok is melee.
Claptrap go ahead and work on the character!
Myth weaver character sheets are fine, just make sure you have a link with your other information.
Florian, Imrael, and Valisia I am loving the stories!
A monk of art and beauty, that still beats things with her unarmed attacks, I love it!
Born from parents of a very unique bloodline and kept a secret by his foster parents, Flynt obsesses over his pursuit in acquiring knowledge about his lineage and family history. Flynt's parents, Ash and Leto reluctantly entrusted their only child with his longtime friend Gordon Sumner. Gordon had raised Flynt with his own two sons, Matthew and Tomas. Flynt grew up happy and healthy to become a very kind-spirited and respected person; however, he still longed for his own biological parents.
Flynt always had inclinations toward academic studies, regardless of the subject. He wants to learn it all, especially about his lineage.
Flynt is a handsome, dashing young man of average height and slim build. He has short, dark-brown hair, that falls a bit into his hazel eyes, and a scruffy goatee on the end of his chin. Flynts tends to be funny and sarcastic as opposed to his snarky thrush familiar, Say-so. Flynt has a talent for getting himself out of any situation simply by flashing his famous smile, "the smoulder" as he calls it.
Did Bossbedlam\Gun Lee\Flynt Steele get in before the deadline? I don't think so...
So who do we have with applications?
Aldiran Teldessar - please post alias with crunch and background
Imrael - accepted come to the discussion tab
Valisia - accepted come to the discussion tab
Florian Krease - What levels do you have? It looks like you still have 3 levels of both.
gossamar4?
BigP4nda?
CommandoDude?
ScubaSteve93?
Ellion Hesoni?
rorek55?
Cuàn?
Javell DeLeon?
Oterisk?
Ellion Hesoni?
Calinthas Aldimay?
Boys and girls with so much interest orginally it looks like not many of you have chosen to get a full character finished. I will let you have one more day. Though good luck matching the final four, but then again there is the luck of the game and we may need some alternates!
Nvm
Will have both crunch and background in an alias tonight.
I will resubmit Florian, I did 2 magus and 1 swashbuckler but the link may not be fixed, it is adjusted however.
Flynt and the strongangel check out my other game, we are in the need of at least one player if not two. So that also stands for other players wanting in on another of my Kingmaker games. Though it is not gestalt.
Thanks Choant for submitting Florian again. Check in the discussion thread when you can!
As agreed, here follows both crunch and fluff for Reknar (character for Aldiran Teldessar) ;)
All in the alias.
I posted the updated florian under his alias in the discussion.
No, I'm out. Must respectfully withdraw.
Recknar you have been accepted as well, please join us in the discussion thread. Unless you would be interested in the other game. I do think Reknar would fit great with Sable, Oscar, and Koldur. Then again we might need you as the leader in this game... think on it and check out both of the games before making a decision.
As far as mechanics, the character generation seems similar, with the exception that one may lead into Gestalt and is starting at level 3, and the other one not so much Gestalt, and starting at level 2?
I am going over the Gameplay threads now.
I am pretty sure that the other group is now 3rd level, and if not there now will soon be. Also I am thinking that if they are fine with it we will start working towards gestalt as well.
Looking for 1 or 2 players for a Kingmaker game that is in its infancy in the second module. We have a cleric, monk, and fighter. We are soon going gestalt, your character won't be coming in as gestalt unless you play one of the NPCs or have a really good story. ;)
Hey, I would like to step in and take over with the ninja. Is there a class the group would prefer she pick up gestalt wise?
Would a Zen Archer/Inquisitor or Zen Archer/Sorcerer fit the group?
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Not actually sure if this recruitment is still running? :D
Sorry Albion were you apart of the other recruitment, we have an overflow of characters right now, if we need another replacement I will PM you. To answer your question at this point I am not sure what we would need.
Alright,
here is Krafnik a Paladin/Bard archer. More to come soon but basics done.
We still have krafnik, but who will we find in the fortress of decay? Or who will arrive to greet us once we leave?
Hi guys, dropping a line after GM Wolf PMed me about the game. Rolling for character generation:
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Wow... Those are some rolls... I had planned initially on a Zen Archer/Eldritch Archer, but I get the feeling there is some divine power missing in the group?
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Building a Psychic (just a spell caster with no silly mindscape shenanigans [unless you want the shenanigans])
During the passing years though, the heir to the house, a headstrong young man, grew jealous of his father’s affection for Aleksand. The young man began claiming that Aleksand was trying to take his position as heir to the family. Upon hearing such accusations the family laughed and told him to 'grow up'. Persistent was this young man though, and he escalated with a claim one evening in the middle of the night that Aleksand had tried to use magic on him. Now it was well known that Aleskand had some minor ability to move objects and other small things around, but it never grew to more than that, maybe that was why he was a passable archer. The family, irritated at the young man’s claims, told him that enough was enough. But, his thick-headedness knew no bounds and he challenged Aleksand to a duel. Despite the family's feelings, tradition tied their hands and they had to relent and allow it. The next morning on the field stood Aleksand facing death for he could not match the young man’s martial prowess. As the duel started Aleksand threw down his sword bravely and humbly saying, 'Do what you will to sate your hatred for me!' Enraged the young man charged Aleksand only to be stopped by his father’s words. The father, accepting the tradition and his son’s position, presented an option to spare the life of Aleksand. He proposed that Aleksand be exiled in return for his life. Caving to his family’s wishes the young man agreed. Aleksand was cast out with many heart-warming goodbyes and was supplied enough to get him far enough away for the young man’s liking.
Days of traveling passed. As Aleksand began to run low on rations when he was waylaid by a group of bandits. Seeing that Aleksand had little they were about to kill him when his pleas for life won out and his execution was stayed for one day. The next morning the bandit group’s leader allowed Aleksand to defend his life. Aleksand then explained his proficiencies with horse keeping and bows and minor ability of telekinesis. Within no time Aleksand found a place among the thieves. He had found a new family. Aleksand spent some time with the bandits sometimes even devising some of the plans that succeeded greatly. Deep inside Alesand knew that it was time for him to move on and he left the bandits with promises of visits. Venturing toward civilization, Aleksand found himself in a place called Oleg’s Trading Post and soon found and adventure that could be worth his time and here he stands before you,” and with a sweep of his arms a proud elf stands before the small crowd, his clearly worn, travel cloak over his lean, wiry form. As the Elf stands he has meager possessions except a tall thin wooden staff with a bowstring tied just short of the top and a quiver on his back.
lvl 3 build
Elf Psychic 3
CN
Init +2; Senses ; Perception +6
DEFENSE
AC 12; Touch 12; Flat-Footed 10
HP 20;
Fort +1 ; Ref +2 ; Will +4
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Speed 30ft;
Ranged +3 longbow (1d8, x3); P;
Spell-Like Abilities
Dream 1/1
Detect Thoughts 1/1
Spells Known/Prepared
1st (7)—Sleep, Psychic Reading, Charm Person, Murderous Command
0th—Daze, Detect Magic, Telekinetic Projectile, Read Magic, Lullaby
STATISTICS
Str 10, Dex 16, Con 10, Int 20, Wis 15, Cha 16
Base Atk +1; CMB +1
Feats
Point Blank Shot, Spell Focus (Illusion)[Race], Spell Focus (Enchantment)
Skills
Bluff +9, Diplomacy +9, Intimidate +9, Linguistics +12, Knowledge Local +9, Knowledge Nobility, Perception +6, Profession: Stable Boy +6, Sense Motive +8, Sleight Of Hand +7, Stealth +7
Languages Common, Elven, Orc, Halfling, Goblin, Dwarven, Gnome, Giant, Draconic, Sign Language
SQ PA (Mind Touch), PA (Will of the Dead), Dream Leech (Su), Oneiromancy (Su)
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That looks like 4 applicants...
Get those crunches made! ;)
Good job Saashaa/Aleksand, come on over to the discussion thread.
Will post later tonight
Thanks
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I am thinking a Gnome Rogue/Wizards(Illusionist)
Hello again. Grond is now statted out as follows:
Grond
Male Half-orc bloodrager (primalist, spelleater) 3/oracle (spirit guide) 3/gestalt 3 (Pathfinder RPG Advanced Class Guide 15, 84, 85, 106, Pathfinder RPG Advanced Player's Guide 42)
CG Medium humanoid (human, orc)
Init +3; Senses darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +8
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AC 21, touch 13, flat-footed 18 (+6 armor, +3 Dex, +2 shield)
hp 34 (3d10+12)
Fort +8, Ref +6, Will +7; +2 bonus vs. spells cast by self or an ally
Defensive Abilities blood sanctuary, sacred tattoo[APG]; Immune fatigue
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Speed 30 ft. (20 ft. in armor)
Melee bardiche +8 (1d10+7/19-20) or
. . cold iron morningstar +8 (1d8+5)
Space 5 ft.; Reach 5 ft. (10 ft. with bardiche)
Special Attacks bloodrage (11 rounds/day)
Oracle (Spirit Guide) Spells Known (CL 3rd; concentration +5)
. . 1st (6/day)—cure light wounds, divine favor, enlarge person (DC 13), protection from evil
. . Mystery Battle
. . S spirit magic spell; Spirit Battle Wandering Spirit
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Statistics
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Str 20, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 15, Wis 14, Cha 15
Base Atk +3; CMB +8; CMD 21
Feats Diehard, Endurance, Fast Healer[APG]
Traits brigand, dangerously curious, fate's favored
Skills Acrobatics -3 (-7 to jump), Diplomacy +8, Intimidate +8, Knowledge (dungeoneering) +6, Knowledge (local) +6, Perception +8, Sense Motive +8, Survival +6, Use Magic Device +9; Racial Modifiers brigand
Languages Common, Draconic, Giant, Orc
SQ blood of life, bonded spirit, bonded spirit hex (battle master), disruptive bloodrage, fast movement, oracle's curse (lame), orc blood, revelation (war sight), spirit ()
Other Gear agile breastplate[APG], heavy steel shield, bardiche[APG], cold iron morningstar, crowbar, grappling hook, hemp rope (50 ft.), masterwork backpack[APG], trail rations (5), waterskin, 100 gp
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Special Abilities
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Battle Master (Ex) +1 attack of opportunity each rd (stacks with combat reflexes).
Blood of Life (1) (Su) Gain fast healing when bloodraging.
Blood Sanctuary +2 (Su) +2 bonus to save vs. spells cast by self or an ally.
Bloodrage (11 rounds/day) (Su) +4 Str, +4 Con, +2 to Will saves, -2 to AC when enraged.
Bonded Spirit Gain a wandering spirit each day.
Darkvision (60 feet) You can see in the dark (black and white only).
Diehard You are stable and can choose how to act when at negative Hp.
Disruptive Bloodrage (Su) +2 to DC for enemy spellcasters in threatened area when raging.
Endurance +4 to a variety of fort saves, skill and ability checks. Sleep in L/M armor with no fatigue.
Fast Healer +1 Add half CON mod to all HP gains due to healing.
Fast Movement +10 (Ex) +10 feet to speed, unless heavily loaded.
Immunity to Fatigue You are immune to the fatigued condition.
Lame One of your legs is permanently wounded, reducing your base land speed by 10 feet if your base speed is 30 feet or more. If your base speed is less than 30 feet, your speed is reduced by 5 feet. Your speed is never reduced due to encumbrance. At 5th level, you are immune to the fatigued condition (but not exhaustion). At 10th level, your speed is never reduced by armor. At 15th level, you are immune to the exhausted condition.
Orc Blood Half-orcs count as both humans and orcs for any effect related to race.
Sacred Tattoo +1 to all saves.
War Sight (Su) Take your choice of 2 initiative rolls.
I'm writing his backstory as I go, so here's the initial part - I'll keep posting the rest as I find the time :D
Grond was born in the night of the Blood Moon - for his tribe that meant much, and it meant also the child was blessed, and would bring the clan much honor and blood tributes. It would have been such for him and his mother, yet... It was not so. He was not an orc, he was an half-breed, and there were only one way he could survive, was if his mother would pledge herself as a slave until the day she died, and the same was to be of Grond. She did what orcs do - she SURVIVED and pledged her life and her son's for it.
But indeed... Grond was different, and he felt it for the first time when he was only five years old - again he was being picked on by the orclings, due to his finer features, less pronounced jaw and skin color - they would do that day in, day in, while he carried out his many chores. The young half-orc didn't even listen to them anymore, but that day something snapped when he was peppered again by gravel and dejects - Grond threw himself at the largest of the young orcs, who was at least twice his size and almost twice his age, and cracked his arm like a twig... It earned him a near death beating from the young orc's father, and twenty whip lashes on his mother but... It was worth it...
Hia GM Wolf! Clappy here :)
I would love to get into another Wolf game.
Lets see here :P
I will have to do some reading before I have an idea what to propose
