For the moment I'm just chilling out in my Demiplane but I can still play.
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I don't think you can know exactly where someone is with just skills.
Nah thanks, don't want to have to learn 5th atm.
I could cast Gate if we think we could convince a unique being to come through. Cost's 10k. If not we jump through and take the fight to it I guess.
Yes the insane Nethys. Artifacts to rival the god's power is along the lines of my own musings. Perhaps with this item even if notice of our activities is learnt of somehow, nothing will be able to be specifically traced back to us."
Sounds great. Are you starting your own new campaign thread or using this one still?
That's pretty close to what i imagined they would be when we weakened them. High level gestalts or more with 10 mythic tiers. I also imagined they get free metamagic and can cast all appropriate divine spells at will pretty much.
Yea the wording could be better i suppose. But a sensible understanding is only the knowledges that your class would usually give you get the +1. Other knowledges made class skills by this trait are just class skills, no extra +1. For a wizard this would be so bad. No extra +3's. So it's changing 20 ranks for +1 to all knowledges. For others that only get a few knowledges it's great if you want knowledge. Swap 20 ranks for a majority +3 class skill bonus and a couple +1 bonuses.
I also have a crapton of knowledges since Ozil and I both went for mindchemist. This doesn't bother me at all. My focus or asset as Ozil put it is Divination. Remembering knowledge is all good and well but Alexander is the best of the best at discovering things unknown. If there is a trick to defeating the gods he wants to discover it, or even create it. Something that I had thought of was figuring out a way to build artifacts to aid us, or finding one that would. Or something like that. I don't really feel like rebuilding too much unless anyone knows of anything that would make me a better diviner?
Artifacts or some such way to get on their level/weaken them sounds really cool.
So is our PowergamingDM for sure not running this anymore?
Sup folks.
I thought someone was going to come to the assassin's guild and find the cult leader with me.
Divination focus to the max. Scrying and the like. Plenty of arcane versatility and huge knowledges(+65 on all). Cannot melee.
Do psionic spells not even have verbal or somatic or material components? Nevermind. I just started reading the psionics rules and they have displays instead. Interesting.
That orb that's with me better be invisible or it might get spotted. Also I'm wondering if I can use Discern Location to find a general item like from the level 2 Locate Object spell. Discern Location is a super powerful spell of unlimited range but says I have to have touched something. I want to search for 'large black sapphires' but I don't think I can do that with unlimited range.
::"The daemon was quite helpful. The cult has infiltrated the guild. There is a meeting place below in the caves.":: Alexander stays a little to observe the daemon and perhaps overhear any information while waiting for others to catch up.
He will take one minute to prepare another casting of the spell through fast study then fly towards the assassin's guild to find the erodaemon and attempt to seek its' thoughts.
Once he steps onto the ground of their destination he takes a moment to look around. As the coast is clear he adjusts one of his rings and disappears from sight. Unseen he retrieves a vial from a pouch and drinks it. He lifts up off the ground and flies south in the direction indicated by Tk-Chthik. "I will start scouting the city in advance."
When he reaches Daggermark he will fly to the centre of the city sufficiently high up so as not to be overheard and cast Greater Prying Eyes(perception +21). "Explore the layout of the city and avoid detection. Return immediately if outsiders to the Material are spotted." As the eyes spread out he casts seek thoughts on himself and descends to scan the minds of those below searching for those thinking about 'Szuriel's Cult' . He flies randomly, staying 10ft. above and out of the way.
Ok got spells, fixed up some things I wasn't taking into account for my Cognatogen, and my Bestow Grace alchemically allocated eternal discoveried potion. All ready.
"I agree with the critter Chthik, but Ozil just might have found the right victim. I am for pitting them against each other. The most chaotic and least trustworthy of creatures."
I thought the plan was to find the cult and take over, not destroy it. And I thought Venatorix was going to be pretending to be Szuriel or a follower of hers or something like that.
I missed the part of the plan where I am pretending to be a demon lord?
Don't worry about having to ride far. I'll Gate you right into the middle of town! Haha
I will now bother to properly prepare spells.
So yea binding souls is quite expensive. 1,000gp per HD expensive.
"I will remain unseen while there unless needed to act offensively. Communication without speaking will be useful. I have the knowledge of binding souls. Though a black saphire of some worth is required for each."
Do undead even have their own souls?
"If we are to replace Szuriel then perhaps destroying every cult is not the smartest idea. Minions are of much use. Yes let us start in the river kingdoms." Alexander will offer to divine the cults current location so they may teleport there when ready.
That sounds good. We find their followers. Ven could pretend to be the horse(wo)man. We commandeer the cult for our means our destroy them. Do this for as many cults as we can find (should be easy with me being a divination expert) until we get Szuriel's attention.
I still reckon we should create some chaos with the deamons, start a little trouble for them first. If i'm outvoted then ok. But it should be decided in gameplay perhaps.
Cool. That's pretty much what the gm just said anyway.
"Yes whatever the situation they are still in our way and must be removed. The construct is enlightening. Once we have removed the power of the gods I wish to travel far through these unknown spaces. But enough willful thoughts." "Our universe here, perhaps we can venture into the astral and alter the flow of souls somehow. That is where they go to Pharasma, judgement and further."
How come you haven't posted in gameplay?
Where is Ozil?
"Mortals can be much easier to manipulate. If we were to spread a new religion, as it were, a different message. It could prove useful." "A new life, masters of their own destiny. Their own chance to shine as bright as the gods." "I was given a gift by the powers from ravenloft. Are they gods there? I don't know. For whatever reason I am free of the worries of what will await me in the next life. I wish others to be free of that too. First we must test their limits. Perhaps a lesser god, find ways to weaken them, what works, what doesn't. I hope no one here ages. This may take some time." "I will aid with what wizardry and alchemical knowledge I possess. I can go many places unseen and find the most difficult of desired things."
Looking over the display that Aannraa had provided he is silent for a little while. "That sounds like something the beast who is locked away would do. Perhaps you seek his release to aid you in this endeavour." Alexander finally speaks into the conversation having looked over the draft plan. "Certainly we must distract the gods if possible. I believe they are far too smart to fall into any trap we can currently prepare. This plan is a good start."
Satisfied with the security precautions Alexander removes his cloak as if just entering a building and the protection from the weather is no longer needed. The cloak falls to the ground and dissolves like it never existed. "Welcome received Graveknight." He also nods to Ozil and glances over the others but stays quiet and waits for another to begin the meeting proper.
Aannraa can be the one that organised it then. Holding it at Ven's demiplane.
I cast mind blank on myself every day, I think that's the best protection I can do. I reckoned the gods don't care about us yet but let's see how this goes.
Wish your polymorph immunity away haha
Yea if any of the party know me it would be Ozil. A stroke of luck perhaps recognising each other back on golarion and since I never tried to get in other mages way or hinder them, though we likely weren't friends. But now that your priorities have changed perhaps you saw me as someone who could be useful (he escaped Ravenloft on his own right, he must be powerful). Alexanders appearance is usually that of a human middle aged man, rather harmless looking, wouldn't hurt a fly, with his walking staff. Patched clothes, cloak, gloves. Certainly not a threat or worth looking at twice.
I wasn't anyone of notice until i was brought back from ravenloft. After which i was a wanderer in Golarion. Always disguised as a human but we may have met or you heard of someone searching for secrets and knowledge of the planes and other high powered secrets.
I already have the Wanderer title. Not so epic sounding but eh, doesn't have to be.
Here we go, one wanderer. Being a mist creature explained as him being connected with ravenloft in some mysterious way. Being a level 20 wanderer he has also wandered other worlds than golarion but that is only vaguely hinted at in the last sentence. He hasn't exactly been everywhere man but he hasn't dared try to impose on the outer planes until now. He has been messed with his whole existence. He finally decided to mess back. You can take a man out of the mists...: Alexander was born in golarion and as a boy grew up in the wilds of the north where it was cold all year long. Only a short glimpse of this time is available as his memory is faded and it feels like a lifetime ago. He can't remember the faces of his family except for one. His wife. They were only together a few short months when the mist appeared from the depths of the blizzard as he was hurrying home from a hunt. It swallowed the entire hunting party and pulled them into the twisted realm of Ravenloft. The tribe suffered much as most of their fighting men were among the party and they were forced to merge into another tribe. His wife died foolishly searching for him in the storm and was swallowed up by the same blizzard and froze to death. The hunting party woke up separated along a stretch on the edge of the mist, several had simply not awoken from the journey and died. Alex was one of the unluckier ones. Only twenty three of them remained of the original forty, though they could not find three of the bodies. They gathered together and discussed what they should do in this strange place. Most wanted to try to return through the mist they came from. The rest did not want to be so hasty and instead find out exactly where they were and perhaps find a safer way back to their tribe. They split up and agreed to meet back there after several hours if a way had not been found. Fourteen of the fifteen that walked into the mist were never seen again. Only one made it back babbling and insane, whispering about some sort of force. Eight able bodies remained and wearily they walked away from the thick mist, searching for answers to their whereabouts. They made it to a village where, luckily, they found someone who could speak the common tongue. No one knew anything about their frozen home and as soon as they mentioned coming through the mists they were chased out of the village. They decided to go back to the mist and find their way out. Upon coming to the edge of it they came across a caravan about to travel into the mist. At first they would not help but then one of the women stared into Alexander. Whatever she saw made her change her mind and he and only he was allowed to go with them. He promised to return for them once he found the way back. He never was able to find the rest of them again before they perished to the mist in their own attempt at leaving once again. Alexander was forced to stay with the Vistani for a long time, learning about the land that he was in. It was with them that he discovered his talent for things arcane. He was told it was impossible to return to his original home and that he should be lucky that he remembers them at all. In truth most of it was a blur and the only truly untouched memory he had left was of his wife Zara. They told him to keep his spellcasting talent hidden from all others to avoid unwanted attention and so he wandered ravenloft for many years, hoping to find some magical means to return himself to his home. Every attempt would fail but he would not give up, no matter how long it took him or how powerful the magical cost would be to him. He followed other caravans, who allowed him near for their price and to help him navigate the mist between borders but never did he feel any true connection to any of the people. Many adventures taught him the dangers of the mist and the many creatures the roamed ravenloft. He heard legend of a magical doorway that could take him home and he searched for it for many years. In this time and his quest for more arcane power he learnt of alchemy and this too he found he had a gift for. In time he grew older and more desperate. He knew the Vistani weren't telling him everything but they didn't trust him. He felt off, not like that of a fruit that had started to decompose but as if something in him were wrong. It was different than the age that he felt every day. He finally realised that he would never be powerful enough to make it through the boundaries of the mists in his lifetime. He determined to stop the farce. Traveling south as far as he could go he came to the solid border that connected to no other realm within ravenloft. With a sigh he walked into the mist clutching his staff prepared for the end, thinking only of Zara and perhaps seeing her again in the next life. Alexander awoke face down in the snow, insensitive to the cold. He was supposed to know this place, it tickled the edge of his mind. He had been here before. Why was he alive? Suddenly he remembered walking through the mist expecting to die only to see snow at his feet the next step and fall into it hitting his head on the way down from the surprise. He grasped his head and cried out. It was not the cry of an old man but one many years younger. He had returned, the impossible had happened but he knew not how. He searched to find what had happened to his home but the tribe was no more. Merged into a larger one after that storm so long ago. No one recognised him or believed him to be who he said he was. They were distrustful and forced him to leave, thinking him crazed. Wearing almost nothing in the biting wind may have given it away but he could barely feel it. He had no home here, no way to return to the land of the mist and no desire to though in some way he felt a strange connection to it. A fondness, or even, a bond. He traveled golarion, the unknown face that would never stay long in any town. All he had was his magic and his alchemy. This he pursued with renewed purpose and vigor in his newfound youth. He did his best not to think of her, for when he did his thoughts grew dark and he remembered his wish to be with her again in the next life. It seemed he could have no rest. With single-mindedness he also avoided all thoughts of the mist as when he didn't a strange longing would come over him again. One he feared. Many nights he would wake up imagining the mist appearing and taking him back but it was just a harmless shadow on the wall. For many more years he wandered, seeing every land of the inner sea and many other lands also. Even so, with all his focus, he was not able to forget the place of mist and eventually thoughts of it crept in more and more. So much so that he began to search for knowledge of the place that might exist here in golarion. His increased knowledge of the arcane told him that it had to be another plane but no where could he find mention of one such place as that. There was but one thing that gave him hope. Stories of those who had disappeared, never to be heard from again. Most were made up or non-magical runaways, some held promise but were a long stretch to connect the two. Never where there suspicious disappearances in the same place that had no other possible explanation to them. Finding the mist proved elusive. Was it avoiding him? Images of his dead wife, the only familiar face that he could recall, kept resurfacing amongst all his searching. He began to dream of her calling to him from the mist. He became desperate again, further frustrated with this growing need. He realised the offness he had once felt had grown larger than ever before. One night in a fit of rage he lashed out with his magic, lighting up the darkness and destroying his small hut until it was exhausted. He stumbled. Not even a lowly cantrip would issue forth from his fingers. Then he collapsed and fell asleep. He dreamt the mist took him again, reshaped him and even imparted a part of itself into him. A very strange dream. When he awoke he was startled in the fact that his feeling of offness was gone. Then more startled in the realisation that it was the other way around. The offness now felt like it was the only part of him. But as he calmed down the feeling became more and more normal until the once perceived offness felt as natural as his own arm. He was entirely unsure as to why he was previously alarmed. Until he realised that he now had no arms and in a rush to find where his arms had gotten to reformed his now misty self back into his humanoid shape. It wasn't a dream. The mist had come but instead of taking him back had left a bit of itself in him. His need to find it was gone. Unfortunately this did not make him any happier for now whenever he closes his eyes her face is there to greet him. To haunt him. Now haunted, he wanders, searching for a way to find her, whichever life she is in, but he can't find her.
Woo, finished the build except for preparing spells which I won't do unless I get into the game. I also plan to design a demiplane to use as a personal 'base'. Backstory is going well. I will post it here once done. For now the stats are in this profile. The Wanderer is coming.
Feats Improved Initiative(b), Scribe Scroll(w), Spell Focus(Divination)(1), Diviner's Delving(3), Still Spell(5), Fast Study(5), Persistent Spell(7), Spell Penetration(9), Opposition Research(abjuration)(10), Quicken Spell(11), Greater Spell Penetration(13), Spell Perfection(Greater Scrying)(15), Piercing Spell(15), Spell Specialization(Greater Scrying)(17), Greater Spell Focus(Divination)(19), Immortality(20). Piercing Persistent Greater Scrying (magical lineaged so 7th level slot)
Am I putting too much effort into being a divination freak? Now I have to look into the possible Mythic buffs to divination.
Alexander believes the best way to reduce the gods power and hold on their domains and planes is to force them into a direct war, hopefully killing as many of them as possible. Such a power vacuum must be seized quickly and the rest imprisoned while the outer planes power is shifted to the material. He also thinks there is a way to shift/siphon the outer domains power to the material prior to said war in a way to weaken the gods and make it easier for them to be imprisoned or destroyed.
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