This is Jejraas...
This is my warlock (or witch, whatever you'll call it...) click on his name to see his character sheet.
It might be disorganized...
I'll fix it later.
str: 18
wis: 8
I am thinking Sarkorian Bloodrager (Steelhound, Celestial bloodline)
Just checking in to say that I had a character accepted to the other WotR recruitment and so will be withdrawing my interest from this one. Good luck to everyone and have a great game :)
There's tons of submissions, just not a whole lot of chatting.
C'mon, people, this is just depressing. We're getting outdone by the GM's other recruitment thread, for the Inheritor's sake!
Svett regards the blue haired lady quite curiously, "Ahh, your ears be what they ought to be. As mine be what they ought to be. Age be differentiation, but tall person you still are as many other tall people. Similarities be closer than perhaps what you think. From bottom-up, I see differently."
Zoot regards the wild haired Gnome curiously
"Well hello there Mr Gnomington, I have a character already put forward here but I am Zoot and I missed out on the all Kobold WOTR so i'm wondering should I fix myself up a little so I suit this game?"
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"Why is everybody shouting?" Tindómiel massages her forehead with three thin fingers while her free hand fishes for her list. Glancing at it, she can tell it's already out of date, but that just means she'll get to make a new one! Probably not 'til Zoot makes his decision, though. "Hmm . . . It looks like there are four paladins competing for a spot besides you, Zoot, and only two other slayers apart from Estagar. There are also more martial submissions than skilled. But there is only one other kobold, next to two elf-kin."
She bends down and rests her hand awkwardly on Zoot's shoulder. They'd only just met, after all. "I don't think I could do it. If somebody told me they had to go away so I could have my life, especially if they were jealous . . . " Tindómiel bites her lip. "Anyway, it's your choice."
While she's on his level, Tindómiel turns to face Svett. "You're right," she says, softly at first but with panic building in her voice. "I should be more patient. I'm a disgrace. Do you think Calvus will send me away?"
no no no friend elfy, you have the smell of a mage and everybody loves mages yes yes. And you're like super smart, everyone likes super smart mages.
The slight smirking feline-like lass began before randomly spinning and making her ever so fluffy tail spin about widely.
In all seriousness though, I ... thought about being a paladin, but the cleric who raised me merely raised her eyebrow at that. She said something about wishes and fishes.... and i dont remeber i got distraced by the thought of fishes swimming lazily in the sky. Paladins have to be awful brave though i hear, are you a paladin Scales?
She asked the well kobold.
Zoot regards the wild haired Gnome curiously
"Well hello there Mr Gnomington, I have a character already put forward here but I am Zoot and I missed out on the all Kobold WOTR so i'm wondering should I fix myself up a little so I suit this game?"
Svett is extremely confused by the situation at hand. Svett springs backward, nearly falling over, startled from the scaled creature he has never seen before. He takes a deep breath to respond, "Greetings Zoot, call me Svett. Indeed, gnome I am. What is Kobold? You be small like me. Scared briefly, paladin you be? "
"Why is everybody shouting?" Tindómiel massages her forehead with three thin fingers while her free hand fishes for her list. Glancing at it, she can tell it's already out of date, but that just means she'll get to make a new one! Probably not 'til Zoot makes his decision, though. "Hmm . . . It looks like there are four paladins competing for a spot besides you, Zoot, and only two other slayers apart from Estagar. There are also more martial submissions than skilled. But there is only one other kobold, next to two elf-kin."
She bends down and rests her hand awkwardly on Zoot's shoulder. They'd only just met, after all. "I don't think I could do it. If somebody told me they had to go away so I could have my life, especially if they were jealous . . . " Tindómiel bites her lip. "Anyway, it's your choice."
While she's on his level, Tindómiel turns to face Svett. "You're right," she says, softly at first but with panic building in her voice. "I should be more patient. I'm a disgrace. Do you think Calvus will send me away?"
Svett frowns at his continued confusion, "Confused Svett you did. Submission? That guest list? Calvus be host in Kenebres?"
Svett looks over the list as the elf is still on his level, " Ahh, My name be on guest list. Where's elven name of yours? Elven language beautifully written."
no no no friend elfy, you have the smell of a mage and everybody loves mages yes yes. And you're like super smart, everyone likes super smart mages.
The slight smirking feline-like lass began before randomly spinning and making her ever so fluffy tail spin about widely.
In all seriousness though, I ... thought about being a paladin, but the cleric who raised me merely raised her eyebrow at that. She said something about wishes and fishes.... and i dont remeber i got distraced by the thought of fishes swimming lazily in the sky. Paladins have to be awful brave though i hear, are you a paladin Scales?
She asked the well kobold.
Svett glows with fascination at the sudden appearance of yet another race he is very much unfamiliar with. "Never seen talking cat that smells magic! Call me Svett!"
He gestures his hand out eagerly for a handshake.
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Plus 18 and an 8
Zoot Soot Riot indeed... Modifying Zoot so i'll have two characters entered for the running
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Modifying Zoot so i'll have two characters entered for the running
"We can do that?" Tindómiel blinks a few times, looking back and forth between the paper in her hand and the audacious kobold. Finally, she writes his name at the end of the martial list. There's more than enough space to fit him. "Huh. I guess we can." Just to be sure, though, she adds a caveat to his entry and his alter ego's.
Runge – Harn Serenada, Male human paladin 1
Ashe – Gabriel the Just, Male aasimar paladin 1
Wivvy – Frek, Male suli paladin 1
Javell DeLeon – Morgrym Ironfist, Male dwarf barbarian 1
Berenzen – [Name], [Sex] [race] bloodrager 1
Mackenzie Kavanaugh – Galina Lukyanov, Female skinwalker monk 1
wanderer82 – [Name], [Sex] human bloodrager 1
Tharasiph – Zoot Soot, Male kobold paladin 1
Divine
CaptainFord – Oskar Balderk, Male dwarf cleric 1
A Golden Time – Svett Koon, Male gnome oracle 1
Calinthas Aldimay – Caelia Taviskin, Female human cleric 1
kamenhero25 – Marcellano Alazario, Male human cleric 1
Brooklyn85 – [Name], [Sex] human warpriest 1
Arcane
zimmerwald1915 – Tindómiel Itarillë, Female elf arcanist 1
markofbane – Coeran Medvyed, Male human wizard 1
HighonHolyWater – [Name], [Sex] gnome sorcerer 1
Jejraas the Owlbear – Badd Thūn Derstorm, Male human witch 1
zomblisham – Cruentus Angealous, Male skinwalker witch 1
Skill
tribeof1 – Curn Blackhand, Male human slayer 1
Brother Fen – Selador Sylvanin, Male half-elf ranger 1
Riuk – Korrvin, Male half-orc inquisitor 1
Phntm888 – Harram Fliyn, Male human slayer 1
Tharasiph – Estagar, Male half-elf inquisitor 1
TheNine – Tuli the Mirthful, Female catfolk bard 1
Ira kroll – Xilanyx, [Sex] kobold rogue 1
Miscellaneous
DoubleGold – [Name], [Sex] [race] inquisitor or magus or hunter or warpriest 1
DM Variel – [Name], [Sex] tiefling ranger or rogue 1
"My name is Tindómiel," she says, pointing it out on the list for Svett before rising to her full height. If he knew her tongue, he'd know there was more, and also not to ask. Or maybe he would anyway; he seemed very forward. Maybe she could distract him? "Calvus is getting people together for an Armasse eve celebration. I'm handling preparations, including the guest list," she says proudly. "I wrote it in the common speech . . . " she says, rolling it up and pulling its protective wooden tube from a pouch at her belt. Before putting it away, though, she shakes the tube and a second scroll falls out. " . . . but this star map is in elven." Tindómiel puts the list away and hands the chart to Svett. "Are you an astronomer?"
As the gnome busies himself with the proffered paper, Tindómiel turns to Tuli, smiling sheepishly. "Thanks," she says. "I was probably worrying over nothing." Trying to change the subject, she continues. "There's nothing I can do about the smell." She pats one of her pouches. "It's the tallow. I've been trying to do without it, but just can't yet."
Are we allowed to have multiple entries? If so, I've got one more I'd like to throw in - a Kobold Earthbender (technically a Deepearth Sorcerer, but the flavor is all the same).
sure
"Know not the stars, Tindómiel!" He quickly snatches the star map from Tindómiel's hand. The distraction was a success. He reads out loud each name on the map veraciously. His passion riding on every word. At about every ten words, he squeals in excitement for the next word. Language is Svett's passion! His aura glows a stronger looking orange in the due process. He is truly the Oracle of Life. What would it be without a life of seeking adventure, thrill, and passion? Perhaps, that is why he gained his powers from a divine source. He held the highest existentialist virtues to life itself.
Charisma -> 18
Strength -> 8 (4)
Wow, that is a suboptimal roll out, even for a kobold... let's see if I can do anything with this...
Edit: Alright... it's not nearly the optimal set-up, but kobolds are all about defying the odds, right?
LN Small humanoid (reptilian)
Init +3; Senses Darkvision (60 ft.), Perception -1
Languages Draconic, Common
AC 13, touch 12, flat-footed 12
hp 5 (d6)
Fort -2, Ref +1, Will +1
Speed 30 ft. (6 squares)
Melee - Quarterstaff -3 (1d4-3/x2)
Special - Tremor (CMB +4 vs. trip) (7/7)
Spells Known:
Cleric (CL 1st):
1st (4/day) - Expeditious Excavation (DC 16), Mudball (DC 16)
0th (at will) - Acid Splash, Detect Magic, Mage Hand, Prestidigitation
Base Atk +0; CMB -4; CMD 8
Special Actions Tremor (CMB +4 vs. trip, 30', 7/day)
Str 4, Dex 13, Con 7, Int 10, Wis 9, Cha 18
Feats - Spell Focus (Earth School)
Bloodline - Deep Earth
Skills - Spellcraft +4, Stealth +9
Possessions: Backpack, Bedroll, Quarterstaff, Smoked Goggles, Earplugs, Trail Rations (5 days), Waterskin (full), Potion of CLW x2, 4 gp 3 sp 7 cp
However, Narruk had no interest in leading his tribe in any of their "petty" affairs. He claimed that greater forces, deep within the earth, called him elsewhere, and packing up, he left his warren to venture into the world at large. Searching for the voices that call him hauntingly through his padded leather soles, Narruk heard news of the dragon Terendelev, a fierce guardian against the forces of the abyss, would be present in Kenabres during their Armasse festival. Hoping the silver dragon would be able to provide him clues and answers, he hitched a ride on a wagon in a caravan destined for the city. At last, he would have the answers he craved.
Narruk calls himself "The Pebble" because, in his own words, he is one tiny stone among many others. He often spends his time around others in silence, occasionally piping up at the oddest times to relay what the earth is "thinking" or point out something with remarkably curious accuracy. If there is one thing that raises questions about the kobold, it's his powers - he mixes martial movements with his arcane chants, and the resulting effects can be outrageous and remarkable. Narruk has demonstrated the ability to rock the very ground his targets stand on, and can manipulate earth to blind and confound his foes. Although physically weak (to the point he actually uses a walking staff to get around), Narruk displays confidence and can command an impressive amount of respect, in spite of his size and condition.
Narruk peers over Svett's shoulder at the map, wincing a little with each squeal. "Gnomes. Much too excitable..." he grumbles a bit, before stepping around and pulling some smoked goggles over his eyes. "Shine like opals. Gnome is now Opal. Opal is here to see Terendelev as well?"
Zoot steps up to Narruk and waves a hand in front of his eyes.. "How you see with these on? Gah! Bright gnomington... "
I have been accepted into another WotR game and will not be applying. Good luck to all.
Narruk scowls slightly at Zoot's claw, before yapping back in draconic. "How can you see without them? It's bright as a jim'bawa fungus cap out here... but I am grateful to see another of my kin here. Have you come to meet with majesty Terendelev as well?" Narruk lifts up one of his clawed feet, patting the soles as he balanced on his walking stick. "The voices of the earth speak to me. I pray Her Silver Sheen can tell me why I hear them. I have not seen another kin in a long time - why do you come?"
Ooo, can anyone play?
Let's see old skool rulez spider sense tells me:
Str = 18
Cha = 8
And then everything else is gravy, right?
Hmmm... carry the one... 20 points. That works.
Be right back.
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Male human (ulfen) barbarian (armored hulk) 1
N Medium humanoid (human)
Init +0; Senses Perception +4
Defense
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AC 17, touch 10, flat-footed 17 (+7 armor)
hp 17 (1d12+5)
Fort +3, Ref +0 (+1 bonus vs. trample attacks), Will +0
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Offense
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Speed 30 ft. (20 ft. in armor)
Melee gauntlet (from armor) +5 (1d3+4) or
greataxe +5 (1d12+6/×3) or
unarmed strike +5 (1d3+4 nonlethal)
Special Attacks rage (5 rounds/day)
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Statistics
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Str 18, Dex 10, Con 13, Int 13, Wis 11, Cha 8
Base Atk +1; CMB +6; CMD 15 (16 vs. overrun)
Feats Power Attack, Toughness
Traits armor expert, honor-driven
Skills Acrobatics +0 (-4 to jump), Climb +4, Intimidate +3, Perception +4, Sense Motive +5, Survival +4
(+6 to avoid becoming lost when using this)
Languages Common, Orc, Skald
SQ indomitable stance
Combat Gear oil (4); Other Gear mwk banded mail, greataxe, blanket, winter, bread (2), bullseye lantern, cheese (2), compass, flint and steel, masterwork backpack, meat, signal whistle, trail rations (2),wooden holy symbol of Abadar, 3 gp
Hope I was fast enough.
Work now. Fluff later. Think huge, old, crusty, guy with a huge, old, crusty axe.
"And keep off my damn plane, yah little dretches!"
"Apsu called is why I'm here. Time for us to act and prove the Great Ones wisdom... seeing great Terendelev would be wonderful too"
An almost gaunt young man near the back of the room looks up from a black and red covered book. "The will of the gods works in mysterious ways," he says in a quiet voice. "But there are few that can deny it is the divine will of all reasonable gods to cast down the abominations that dwell within the Worldwound."
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"Be patient," says Tindómiel. "I have lived here four years without seeing the great dragon, except for public appearances."
my character is not really a skill one
Runge – Harn Serenada, Male human paladin 1
Ashe – Gabriel the Just, Male aasimar paladin 1
Wivvy – Frek, Male suli paladin 1
Javell DeLeon – Morgrym Ironfist, Male dwarf barbarian 1
Riuk – Korrvin, Male half-orc inquisitor 1
Berenzen – [Name], [Sex] [race] bloodrager 1
Mackenzie Kavanaugh – Galina Lukyanov, Female skinwalker monk 1
Tharasiph – Zoot Soot, Male kobold paladin 1
Great Green God – Garrison Commons, Male human barbarian 1
Divine
CaptainFord – Oskar Balderk, Male dwarf cleric 1
A Golden Time – Svett Koon, Male gnome oracle 1
Calinthas Aldimay – Caelia Taviskin, Female human cleric 1
kamenhero25 – Marcellano Alazario, Male human cleric 1
Brooklyn85 – [Name], [Sex] human warpriest 1
Arcane
zimmerwald1915 – Tindómiel Itarillë, Female elf arcanist 1
markofbane – Coeran Medvyed, Male human wizard 1
HighonHolyWater – [Name], [Sex] gnome sorcerer 1
Jejraas the Owlbear – Badd Thūn Derstorm, Male human witch 1
zomblisham – Cruentus Angealous, Male skinwalker witch 1
CaptainFord – Narruk "the Pebble" Rockscale, Male kobold sorcerer 1
Skill
tribeof1 – Curn Blackhand, Male human slayer 1
Brother Fen – Selador Sylvanin, Male half-elf ranger 1
Phntm888 – Harram Fliyn, Male human slayer 1
Tharasiph – Estagar, Male half-elf inquisitor 1
TheNine – Tuli the Mirthful, Female catfolk bard 1
Ira kroll – Xilanyx, [Sex] kobold rogue 1
LessPopMoreFizz – [Name], [Sex] [race] [class] 1
Miscellaneous
DoubleGold – [Name], [Sex] [race] inquisitor or magus or hunter or warpriest 1
DM Variel – [Name], [Sex] tiefling ranger or rogue 1
Tomorrow is the Closing Day for recruiting. I have looked at all the Current entries, all look amazing. It will be difficult to decide.
Good luck everyone! Here's everything for this character!
Full Name:
Svett Koon
Race : Gnome
Classes/Levels: Oracle Of Life 1 (Dual Cursed Oracle)
Gender: Male
Size : Small
Age: 75
Alignment : Chaotic Good
Deity : Sarenrae
Languages: Celestial, Common, Draconic, Elven, Gnome, Sylvan,
Strength: 8
Dexterity: 8
Constitution: 20
Intelligence: 11
Wisdom: 11
Charisma: 15
Type: Humanoid (Gnome)
Init: -1; Senses: Low Light Vision, Darkvision, (30 Ft) Perception: +3
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DEFENSE
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AC:15 , Touch: 10, Flat-Footed:15 ( +0 Dex, +1 Size, -1 Dex,+5 Scailmail )
HP:14(1d8+5+1)
Fort: +4, Ref: +0, Will: +2,
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OFFENSE
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Spd ft: 20 (15 with armor)
Melee: +0 Dagger (1d3/19-20x2)
Ranged: +0
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STATISTICS
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Base Atk: +0; CMB: -1; CMD: 9
Feats: Extra Revelation,
Traits:Blessed Touch, Exposed To Awfulness, Focused Mind,
Drawback: Naive
Racial Traits: Academician: (Knowledge-Religion), Gift Of Tongues,Gnome Magic 1/day, Keen Senses, Illusion Resistance, Low Light Vision, Weapon Familiarity,
Favored Class: Oracle Of Life- 1 Hit Point
Skills:Diplomacy: +7, Heal: +4, Knowledge (Religion): +6, Lingistics: +4,
Oracle Curses: Tongues-(Celestial), Clouded Vision-(no advancement)
Special Abilities:Revelation-Life Link, Revelation-Safe Curing, Spells,
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SPELLCASTING
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Gnome Magic
1/day-Dancing Lights, Ghost Sound, Prestidigitation, Speak With Animals,
Oracle Spells Known
Level 0: Create Water, Enhanced Diplomacy, Light, Stabilize,
Level 1 : 4/day- Cure Light Wounds 1d8+2, Deathwatch, Shield Of Faith,
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Equipment
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Scailmail, Oracles Kit, Common Backpack, Spell Component Pouch, Iron Holy Symbol-(Sarenrae), Dagger, 32 GP
Svett is as wild as what gnomes are commonly blamed to be. His spirit is not quenched by ordinary tasks, instead he lives with great imagination and determination. Guided by his existential principles, he seeks his companions to reach the goals that they envision themselves being. This does not have to require the need of silly concepts like society that other races hold so dear sometimes.
Cruelty and malice are what people act on someone else. Svett would constantly say, ""No, No, No, No, No, be kind to what is outside of your mind. Means not that you not be kind or follow to your own mind." Sanrenrae teachings invoked a passion and obsession that has driven Svett "mad" every since. Redemption was a clear principle that Svett enjoyed the most. It matched with his great optimism towards a better world. It was a algorithm that defied other gods. Even evil should have a choice to change. Svett wanted the taller people to realize that. Svett unfortunately could not wield a sword. Well... He is not really into fighting anyway. So, he took the scholarly pastime of reading. Learned as much religion he could muster (Sarenrae especialy). Slowly but surely, Svett took to learning languages. There are many reasons why he spent is energy in the study of languages. He found, when reading, that certain religious texts in his grasp were in other languages outside of his own knowledge. He struggled learning the common tongue, but that only determined him to continue at it like a sword at a whetstone. With increased communication, he traveled for the thrill of adventure and to talk about his obsessive tastes. Unfortunately, Svett is rather naive. He saw a red creature that he regarded quite curiously. He wanted to speak to this creature hoping all the best...
Svett soon realized himself to be in a bloody mess. His near death experience, brought strange alterations in his body. His heart beats often irregular, defying common rhythm of his kind. While his devotion to Sanrenrae was more philosophical, the inclusion of spirituality intruded in his life. Maybe by that strange external event or outside source.
More confused than ever, Svett awoke in his own blood, alive and mostly blind. The scar remained on his stomach.
Many years later, curious to know more about these red creatures. He heard of some kind crusade or such going to happen in Kenebres. This might be the only chance he has to truly understand what has happened to him.
Perfect opportunity to learn their language...
Narruk peers over Svett's shoulder at the map, wincing a little with each squeal. "Gnomes. Much too excitable..." he grumbles a bit, before stepping around and pulling some smoked goggles over his eyes. "Shine like opals. Gnome is now Opal. Opal is here to see Terendelev as well?"
Surprised by the application of smoked goggles, "Svett can't see! Svett is Svett, not opal!"
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"Be patient," says Tindómiel. "I have lived here four years without seeing the great dragon, except for public appearances."
"You almost get used to it." Says one of the guardsmen. He's a mountain of man some six-and-one-half-feet tall, clad head to neck in the freshly polished, but worn armor of the Kenabres' city guard. His face is weathered and craggy and there is the hint of white amid his otherwise grey peak. He doesn't say what he said to anyone in particular, just the air before him. His eyes--indeed the whole of his great frame, are fixed upon a lone woman amidst a cohort of similarly polished knight crusaders marching through the square. The hair that peeks out from under her helm is straight and striking white gold, like Summer sun on flax when the light hits it just right. She is too caught up in her duties to notice him, but he doesn't seem to notice anyone else, until she is gone, and then he is a guardsman once more.
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So, finalized...Tweaked one or two things but, he's pretty much the same.
Male human (ulfen) barbarian (armored hulk) 1
N Medium humanoid (human)
Init +0; Senses Perception +4
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Defense
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AC 17, touch 10, flat-footed 17 (+7 armor)
hp 16 (1d12+4)
Fort +3, Ref +0 (+1 bonus vs. trample attacks), Will +0
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Offense
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Speed 30 ft. (20 ft. in armor)
Melee greataxe +4 (1d12+9/×3) or
gauntlet (from armor) +4 (1d3+6) or
unarmed strike +4 (1d3+6 nonlethal)
Special Attacks rage (5 rounds/day)
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Statistics
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Str 18, Dex 10, Con 13, Int 13, Wis 11, Cha 8
Base Atk +1; CMB +5; CMD 15 (16 vs. overrun)
Feats Power Attack, Toughness
Traits armor expert, honor-driven
Skills Acrobatics +0 (-4 to jump), Climb +4, Intimidate +3, Perception +4, Profession (soldier) +1, Sense Motive +5, Survival +4
Languages Common, Orc, Skald
SQ indomitable stance
Combat Gear oil (4); Other Gear mwk banded mail, greataxe, bread (2), bullseye lantern, cheese (2), compass (+2 circumstance for Survival or Knowledge (Dungeoneering) to avoid becoming lost), flint and steel, masterwork backpack, meat, signal whistle, trail rations (2), winter blanket, wooden holy symbol of Iomedae, 3 gp
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Special Abilities
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Armor Expert -1 Armor check penalty.
Indomitable Stance (Ex) +1 to Reflex vs trample & to hit, dam, and AC vs charging foe.
Rage (5 rounds/day) (Ex) +4 Str, +4 Con, +2 to Will saves, -2 to AC when enraged.
Description: A 6'6" armor-plated mountain with legs. His eyes are as blue as a clear mountain sky, his face is set like weathered stone (craggy and often unyielding). His hair is slate gray with flecks of white showing through. If asked his age he would probably say 39.
A third generation crusader, Garrison knows little outside his life as guard and instructor within the Kenabres military. He sleeps in the barracks, and eats in the mess hall, and only fraternizes with those of equal rank.
Garrison believes in the crusades, but the constant war, and the endless losses of comrades, and close family have pushed this faith to the breaking point. In fact, he goes through his days now more out of habit than any real joy in living, hiding his melancholy under a shell of dutiful military brusqueness.
He has some ambiguous relationship with Terendelev (or some other non-or-superhuman being with a rank far above his--his depression and dedication to duty keeping him from actively seeking advancement). If he knows Terendelev, he was present when the silver dragon was "tarnished" in the events described in Dragon's Revisited, and whatever relations they shared cooled in the wake of that event.
He has a scar on his face, she gave him with her claw.
Good luck all!
Going to have my decision up in about 5 hours.
Well good luck to all
Ah d'oh, forgot to write in the background and personality quirks for Harn - Will get to it now.
Everything updated.
Good luck everyone!
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The five people chosen are:
Tindómiel Itarillë
Estgar
Svett Koon
Gabriel The Just
Tuli the Mirthful.
To all those I didn't accept, you were all amazing, and unfortunately I have limited space. all the applications were amazing, which is why I am a bit behind the time I said these would be posted.
Cheers to everyone!
Good luck everyone. And I hope you all have a great time :)
Grats to those that made, better luck next time to those who didnt I look forward to playing with you all!
Good luck all