Definitely interested. I'm thinking a Tiefling Slayer. More to follow as I look at the player's guide.
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The time has come for the Dragon Watchers to carry their faith forward. The primal dragon-worshippers move south, into human lands, telling the primitive humans of the Storm Dragon, and his terrible, transformative power. For some, these strange, primal beings and their destructive, capricious god are terrifying, but some see in their own passion and violence, a reflection of Aninga's essence. Enough of them embrace the Dragon Watcher's cult that they form a powerful sect, and that sect founds Kota Badai, near the mouth of the river that empties into the Storm Dragon's Sea (south coast, facing all those little islands). Meanwhile, the stormlings sail their tall ships along the continent's southern coast, trading or pillaging according to their whims of the moment.
Muahahaha.
For a game like this, I'd aim at a slow recruitment process. Accept good submissions as they appear and mix them in. It's entirely reasonable to have a bunch of gods in this age. I think it'll be interesting to see what the new gods make of the world, and of course, Aninga will wreak havoc where and whenever he can.
Sorry for the delay. I have been enjoying this immensely, but I guess I was stuck, creatively.
Drawing on the power of the eternal storm that is his being, Aninga creates a race of creatures on his island home. They are humanoid in form, though they have dragonlike features and wings. They are infused with some of his power and his reckless, destructive energy. They harness the storm winds for their own purposes, and soar over the waves to beat back any who approach their island home, as though the storm itself weren't enough. When he sees his creation, he smiles, and shows them how to build giant, artificial wings, that they may fly across the waves in tall ships to discover the world. Stormlings: Total=10rp Native Outsiders (3rp) (includes Darkvision 60) Gliding Wings (3rp) Prerequisites: None. Benefit: Members of this race take no damage from falling (as if subject to a constant non-magical feather fall spell). While in midair, members of this race can move up to 5 feet in any horizontal direction for every 1 foot they fall, at a speed of 60 feet per round. A member of a race with gliding wings cannot gain height with these wings alone; it merely coasts in other directions as it falls. If subjected to a strong wind or any other effect that causes a creature with gliding wings to rise, it can take advantage of the updraft to increase the distance it can glide. Breeze Kissed (4rp) Benefit: Members of this race are surrounded by swirling winds, gaining a +2 racial bonus to AC against non-magical ranged attacks. They can calm or renew these winds as a swift action. Once per day, a member of this race can channel this wind into a single gust, making a bull rush or trip combat maneuver attempt against one creature within 30 feet. Doing so exhausts the user's breeze-kissed ability for 24 hours. This is a supernatural ability. Standard Ability Scores (+2 Dex, +2 Cha, -2 Wis) Languages: Common, Draconic
I hate to say it, but I think it might be just down to the three of us now. I would suggest that in future we skip initiative. Let people post their turn whenever they can, and then when everyone's posted a turn, move on. As it is, I've been sitting on my hands for several weeks.
I'm just a-waiting my turn. And contemplating
Ah, was waiting on Zanthreair, but I'll just hold onto my points for next time.
Unleashes his fury at the GM. By way of saying "Present"
Word reaches the island where storms never cease and the embodiment of nature's fury is born of a city rising in the west. The dragon takes wing and flies, battering the city with storms and displaying itself in all its terrible glory. Most until the storm's fury passes, and then rebuild and return to their lives. Some, though, find themselves touched by the power and beauty they have witnessed. They call themselves Dragon Watchers, and they live their lives quietly enough, except when the storm winds blow, when they can be found outdoors, communing with the power of their secret God.
From the depths of the jungle on the Island of Screaming Winds something begins to grow. With no sentient being to witness, the winds whirl tighter and faster, forming a massive tornado. It grows and tightens, until the walls of the tornado are virtually solid, and with a massive crash of thunder, it transforms. It grows arms with spearlike talons on the fingers, and a wolflike head with a mouth capable of swallowing an elephant whole, and lightning for a tail. The creature flies up through the black storm clouds, and looks out at the world, it's laughter screaming like the storm winds tearing through the mountains. It begins to fly northwest, towards the (as yet unnamed?) continent.
Aninga raises one last island, just to the east of the band of storms he created. It's mountainous and pounded by endless hurricanes. Between the constant wind and rain, and the frequent flash floods and lightning strikes, it is extremely rugged and barren except for a basin in the interior which is choked with a nearly impenetrable jungle, except for a lake at the center.
My vote is for sale. If nobody's buying, I'll abstain.
Pff ... like you guys knows anything about real chaos.
Aninga holds his breath, looking out over the world for places that could use his touch.
RL First, always.
Aninga grins from the midst of his tempest and lends a hand to Kawliga, sending torrential monsoons at the headwaters of her river that will keep it full (and prone to erratic flooding ... oops). He turns his attention to the area east of the jungle, and his winds carve a trench there, a mile deep and a mile wide (and as long as an inch on the map is). His winds howl endlessly down the canyon, spawning tornadoes that lash the surrounding area.
Aninga is pretty happy about the Orregr/Fenii situation. It's sort of like they're doing his job for him.
Based on the ingredients, they sound like cool people, but what are they? hint: baby storm dragons
Oh, the destruction. The "[.]" is supposed to represent satire. So, I was just being facetious. Messing up everyone's stuff. OK cool. I'm [pretty illiterate] so those tells go over my head. All good.
Aninga, your a jerk[.] Just a general statement, or was it something I did?
It really just depends on the way the race shapes up. I certainly don't want to hijack anyone's race, but a sub-race is a possibility. Or, if the race builders are into having a streak of uncontrollable passion in their race, I could kick some in. Otherwise, I'm making storm dragons. A whole race of baby Aningas.
Aninga watches curiously as many of the other gods begin working on a project, creating tiny things that move and think for themselves. After a short time, he loses interest in the project and turns his attention to the landscape. Frozen winds howl out of the north, striking the Moonstruck plains at their western edge, pouring snow and ice down and scouring the tundra with storms, until they blow themselves out an inch into the plain. Beyond the Mistshroud Mountains, Aninga rages across the landscape, pummeling the mountains' eastern flank. Howling winds, snow and rain make the mountains nearly impassible. The largest of the southeastern islands rises out of the sea, and Aninga slashes a line through the sea between it and the main continent, raising a zone of massive waves and howling winds.
Aninga is likely to step in and wreak havoc with the race, possibly sowing the seeds of their destruction (or fall?) by infusing them with his stormy temperament. That, likely, would happen after they were created. Just as (in world building) he is less inclined to build something new than he is to take what is begun and add chaos, with races, he'll be more interested in creating stormy passions of rage and desire than in actually spawning a race of his own. I, as opposed to Aninga, very much care what you think about that though. It could happen to some, creating a sub race, or it could lead to the collapse of the first civilization, down the road.
Just curious about the ages, and I'm sorry if this got covered before. How long do we stay in the 1st age, 2nd age, etc?
The river is older than the mountains and the rock is soft enough that, as the mountain range uplifted, the river cut through the rock. It's strange, but it happens from time to time. I got nothing for the rain shadow.
Uncoiling himself as he awakens, black clouds spinning around him as lightning flickers along his form, the storm dragon looks out over the world and smiles at the calm. He dives down into the sea to the North East (off the coast of Orregr's jungle) he spins around himself and raises a tremendous typhoon. Small islands rise out of the ocean as the storm begins to batter the coast. (+1" of islands and stormy, tropical/monsoon weather=5 pts) Next he flies towards the center of the continent, where a harsh desert stretches across the land. He breathes a hot, dry wind, blowing sand east. The desert expands, but the new stretch is full of mazes of rock formed by the howling gales that blow endlessly, and the sky flashes with lightning.
If it's not too late, I would propose Aninga, the storm dragon. CN
The storm dragon is the embodiment of nature's fury. A remnant of the primordial chaos that refuses to succumb to the ordered world of the new gods, Aninga's power is greatest when the winds howl and black clouds turn noontime to night. Though highly destructive, Aninga is not particularly malicious, and those who stand against the storm and survive are more often the ones who receive his blessing. He also governs the most intense tempestuous passions of the sentient beings, though that aspect of his nature will not be as apparent at the start.
"I wouldn't say no to it," he says, giving hr a short bow.
"I hate to get between a man and his vengeance, but do you mind if she heals us before you hunt her down to take revenge for something someone else did?" Aninga says. "A few of us are still pretty banged up."
Aninga looks around at the others and shrugs his shoulders. "Now that we seem to be in possession of a house, perhaps we should take some time to recover from our injuries?" he says, prodding the half-healed wounds where the ghoul clawed him suspiciously.
Aninga sees Aldiran drop and falls back to her side, muttering prayers to Gozreh.
Round 7
AoO - Ignore this if I misread the map:
As the corpse shambles towards Aldiran, Aninga takes a swing with his morningstar.
Aninga steps up to face the enemy, swinging his weapon at the creature before him.
Aninga moves up to stand beside Aric.
Once again able to move, Aninga calls on Gozreh to give him strength, and then heads outside.
I'll be there as soon as I can! Aninga doesn't shout, because he is paralyzed.
I've moved onto chairs: Improved Furniture Deconstruction
At first level, nobody's at their full potential. You do the best you can. I'm supposed to be effective in melee.
Aninga takes the creature's assault and attacks back.
Aninga moves into the room and takes another swipe at another baddie.
Aninga moves inside to bash someone.
And that side table will never threaten another shin again.
Aninga readys an action to clothesline the next one to stick his head out the door with a morningstar.
Aninga approaches the guy in the doorway, swinging his morningstar, attempting to bottleneck those still inside.
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