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The half-orc hates small talk. He was an orc of action. Barnacle was bored. While holding a pansy-ass glass of wine, he walks to the pile of salt that was shoveled into the corner of the room. 'Barney' reaches down to grab a small handful of salt. The half-orc sprinkles a few grains of the mineral onto his tongue. He slams the wine down hard with a gulp. Barney does this several times with several glasses of wine. The young sailor soon slips into a sea shanty. There once was a ship that put to sea
She had not been two weeks from shore
Soon may the Blusterguts come
Soon may the Blusterguts come
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Origins: When Timothy was born, his parents were ecstatic. The first born son to John and Sara Blank. Both of the Blanks were Catholics. When toys started spinning in the baby's room, The Blanks had a Priest come to the home and Bless it. The protection did not alleviate the supranatural activities. As time passed, The Black started to believe that Timmy was possessed. Through requests and church investigations, A proper exorcism was scheduled. Father Viceroy stopped mid-ceremony, as he surmised that Timothy was a mutant. The church convinced the Blanks that Timothy would be safer under the church's supervision. Under a Jesuit secret society, The Church trained Timothy to be a weapon for the Church. The training and mind washing turned Tim into a symbol of Church's corruption. Shortly before Tim's sixteenths birthday, A new pope was voted in. Being a good and decent man, He eventually learned of 'Righteous Wrath'. He requested to meet him. The Pope spoke to the young man. He could see what brokenness they brought to the child. The old man's heart broke for the boy. In an effort to embarrass the perpetrators of the evils committed on Tim, The Pope made the whole event world wide news. Tim's parents, with knowledge of Tim's suffering, commit lawfare against the Church to regain caretaker-ship that they signed away years ago. The news of Telekinesis Timmy never seems to end. Age: 16 Complications: Zealotry: Bred since a toddler to be a representation of God's justice. He had been manipulated into being a tool for the wicked in the Church. A newly elected Pope, upon learning about 'Righteous Wrath', Liberated the young man. The Holy Father, hoping to free his mind of control, sends Wrath to Zion High School. Fame: the public admission of the church, and subsequent movement to the Zion school, made him famous. But his parents, who now know what was done to their son, want custody. The lawfare and public interest based on his real name: Timothy Blank. Or the new pseudonym that the newspapers propagate: Telekinesis Timmy Defense Rank +10 10 points Skills: 20 skills 10 points Insight 5
34 points Strength -1
Powers or Quirks: 92 points ESP: Remote Sensing 6 (Normal Visual, Normal Auditory, Mental) • 24 points Induce Blindness: Perception Range Cumulative Affliction 8 (Resisted and Overcome by Will; Visually Impaired, Visually Disabled, Visually Unaware), Limited to one sense • 24 points Telekinesis: Move Object 10, Accurate 4 • 24 points Mental Awareness: Senses (Mental Awareness, Acute, Detect, Radius, Range) • 5 points Telekinetic Flight: Flight 5 (60 MPH), Distracting • 5 points Telekinetic Hands: Move Object 2, Precise • 5 points Healing: Empathic Healing 4, Stabilize • 5 points Advantages: 4 points Fearless, Leadership, Luck 2 PL ![]()
GM Dien wrote:
"If he doesn't like her name, then stop usin' it." The burly half-orc heads off for some frilly-ass elf food and drink. "Besmirched is a fine name though." ![]()
Stats:
Male Half-orc Expert level 1
Melee
Ranged --------------------
Race Traits:
Scavenger: Some half-orcs eke out a leaving picking over the garbage heaps of society, and must learn to separate rare finds from the inevitable dross. Half-orcs with this racial trait receive a +2 racial bonus on Appraise checks and on Perception checks to find hidden objects (including traps and secret doors), determine whether food is spoiled, or identify a potion by taste. This racial trait replaces the intimidating trait. Bestial: The orc blood of some half-orcs manifests in the form of particularly prominent orc features, exacerbating their bestial appearances but improving their already keen senses. They gain a +2 racial bonus on Perception checks. This racial trait replaces orc ferocity. Chain Fighter: Some half-orcs have escaped from slavery and reforged the chains of their imprisonment into deadly weapons. Half-orcs with this racial trait are proficient with flails and heavy flails, and treat dire flails and spiked chains as martial weapons. This racial trait replaces weapon familiarity. Senses Racial Traits Smog Sight: Half-orcs with this racial trait can see double the normal range in dense fog and smoke (including magic effects like obscuring mist) and ignore concealment from smoke or fog for targets within 5 feet. This racial trait replaces darkvision. Other Racial Traits Orc Blood: Half-orcs count as both humans and orcs for any effect related to race. Feats: Traits:
Benefit: You gain a +1 trait bonus on Profession: Fisherman or Profession: Sailor checks (or a related Profession skill) and to Swim. You can hold your breath twice as long as normal. Artisan
Benefit: You gain a +2 trait bonus on a single Craft skill (your choice). Coincunning Benefit: You receive a +2 trait bonus on Perception checks to notice coins, gems, jewelry, and valuable trade goods. You gain a chance to notice such goods whenever you pass within 10 feet of them, whether or not you are actively looking. Drawback:
Effect: Whenever you fail a skill check, you take a –2 penalty on any skill check or attack roll you attempt before the end of your next turn unless it is a part of retrying the failed skill check. Skills
9 per level *Class Skills *Acrobatics: 5 =1+1+3
Background skills *Appraise 7 =1+1+3+2
Languages: Common, Orc, Giant, Draconic, Goblin --------------------
Kit, Gear Maintenance
This kit contains metal polish, a small file, a leather paring knife, conditioning oil for leather, two soft cloths, extra leather straps, a sewing needle, and a few buttons. Buoy, common 5 sp 16 lbs.
Goldenscale Mining Consortium Intake Form: 1. State your name, race, and age for company records. Barnacle, Who gives a Sh!t?, Old Enough [He looks early teens] 2. Are you able-bodied and capable of lifting, hauling, and moving without assistance? Are you without eyes? 3. Do you have any special skills that might be useful in the mines?How would I know? 4. Do you have any past experience working in mines or in similar situations? Please elaborate if so.Dug a Sh!tter once 5. Do you have any phobias of darkness, enclosed spaces, insects, or other possible hazards of underground labor? Please elaborate if so.Stoopid people scare me 6. Can you read, write, and do basic sums?Yeah I can do Sum 7. Are you under four feet of height?Just look at me man 8. Do you have any crisis experience, such as medical or combat experience?Just sleepin' with your momma 9. What is your current trade?Sleepin' with your momma 10. Help us get to know you better to decide where you fit in the GMC family! Please answer the following questions. My friends and family say I am (SELECT TWO): SMART RESOURCEFUL My biggest flaw is that I am (SELECT ONE): [He writes in] Too Well Endowed IMPULSIVE --- DISOBEDIENT --- LAZY --- SELFISH --- CARELESS --- ARROGANT --- SLOVENLY --- DISTRACTIBLE --- STUBBORN --- CLUMSY --- A PYROMANIAC 11. If money were no object, I would spend my life Sleepin' with your momma. 12. In my free time, I like to Sleep with your momma. 13. I can’t stand it when people Lie to me while ticklin' my nut sack. [Probably/maybe a euphemism for something else] ![]()
Danu Opening: Chapter 3:
Max drove and listened to the cassette player. Angela reads about Danu in the passenger seat. After a few hours, not long before sunrise. They reach Stonehenge. As they get near the structure, Max elucidates on his conclusion. "Well, I think the old man was really saying, that you were the herald of renewal." Anna walks to the near center of Stonehenge. "That's better than being Mrs. Destruction." She quips. "Glad to see that you finally got married." He says. Anna bristles a little then kneels in prayer. She repeats the prayer, while not sure what will happen. A mild wind passes over the surrounding stone. She continues for a bit before stopping and feeling discouraged. "Hey. For a prayer, You have to have faith." Max says as a way to help. "You could help with the praying as well." Unconsciously adding someone else to blame in case of failure. They pray. Danu can feel her power and authority being pulled to earth by mortal prayers. Her flesh forms beneath where the ancient altar used to be. The dirt and grass pass aside her new form. The silvery Maelstrom pushes up her form. Her arms are spread-out like an upside down 'V'. Her hair is bright red with a relaxed curl. Yet somehow her hair looks like she is in water. It cover her head like a Lion's mane. Her skin is white and without blemish. Her body is a representation of fertile hips, a small waist, and breasts that could feed many children. Her face is serine. Maelstrom's tendril touches Angela's face.* "Why have I been called?" Danu asks. Her face placid. Maelstrom adopts dark blue tone. *Adding a power to learn worshippers language by touch. Since we'll be campaigning in English forever. One time is the only use. Hope it's cool. @BD I hope this helps the storyline. ![]()
--- Traits: two, one of which is a campaign trait from the following. (For the other, any non-campaign trait is fine, and you can ignore regional requirements for them.) You may take a drawback for another (non-campaign) trait, if you want. can all three traits be a campaign trait? I have a fun Idea. ![]()
Danu Opening: Chapter 2: Angela knocks on the tan painted townhouse door. She switches to the doorbell and rings several times. She can hear muted protest from behind the closed portal. It opens. Inside stands a relatively handsome bloke who is dressed in pajama bottoms and a concert t-shirt with Led Zeppelin stenciled on the front. The man blinks at the woman. "Anna. Huh." He says in surprise. "Never expected to see you again." "Yeah. I'm sorry that you had lost your position." Angela responds. "I had no idea that my papa would show up to the dorm." "I lost the school director job, because I'm a moron. I accept that. But I was really a complete moron to think that you loved me." He said in accusation. She slips in under Max's arm. "Look. I need your help. And my papa payed the bills. I couldn't afford the tuition otherwise." "Come on in." Max says in sarcasm while closing the door. "Tea?" He asks. Angela nods while looking around the house. The scientist notices a brand new Apple Macintosh. Surprised, she puts down the hard-drive on the couch. "Nice computer." She states. Max is busy settling the kettle onto the stove. "Took a bit to save. Do you want ta know what a librarian makes?" He quickly answers his own question. "Not much." "Well at least you work in air-conditioning." Angela says to emphasize a blessing. Max looks at her with some frustration. "What do you want Anna? Why are you here?" Angela retrieves a toolbox from her car. She explains what had just happened to her in her laboratory in England. She details all the events and that the hard-drive holds the proof. She says it all while trying link the computer, the hard-drive, and the television, in order to show Rex. And, at last, she mentions the demon. Rex looks at her incredulously. She just tells him to watch. "Where's the demon?" He asks. "The electronics all shorted out when it arrived." She replied. "Convenient." Max says. "No, Not even a little." Angela says in a frustrated tone. "Look, What is the old man saying?" She queries. Max rewinds and listens a few times. "The prayer is giving glory to the goddess Danu. I believe the are asking for her protection." Max again replays the Old Man's comments directed at Angela. "It's hard to do a translation off the top of my head, But I believe he is saying that you..." He points at Angela. "...Are the herald of destruction? Not really sure." Max grabs his notes on the Gaelic language. Angela makes a cassette recording of the Stonehenge prayers. She asks about the goddess, and Rex points her to a book on the shelf, The Gaelic Mythology. "I need to do something. I feel in my heart that I need to pray for Danu's protection. I'm driving to Stonehenge." "Who would have guessed that you'd have a heart." He comments back. ![]()
Danu Opening: Chapter 1: The massive spinning circular tensors gain speed. Fields of electricity glide on the three tensors which twist against each other. The tensors soon create a sphere of pulsating power. "The Projector will present the target's time and position." Angela shouts over the noise of the Projector to the visiting financiers. "The closest we can target is Ten thousand years ago. So. The target will be Stonehenge." Angela adjusts the console to focus in on the target. She gets an image that manifests within the Projector. Several people are there. All of them recite the same prayer in unison. Angela looks down and sees that all the sensors are being recorded to a US military hard-drive (Not available in stores yet). Angela always loved the capitalist nature of the Yanks. The sound of the payers settle deeper into her mind. A bearded old man looks up and locks eyes with Angela. She stares at him for a few seconds. "How can he do that?" She asks of no one. The Projector was designed to observe the past, like a camera's photograph. The old man calls out her name then other words, in what she assumes is an ancient Gaelic tongue. Angela, mouth slack, gazes in amazement. The old man raises his hand then clenches his fist. Angela sees the Projector moving to a different target. she looks down to see where the new adjustment is. The console shoots out sparks. She raises her arm to protect her eyes. In the Projector, A scene of fire, and the smell of brimstone emerge from within. A red humanoid beast with massive horns, within the projection, sees the opening. It flies through what is now a portal. It's massive claws start ripping people limb from limb. The beast stares at Angela while eviscerating a technician. His face buries deep into Angela's brain. Angela's mind is minimally lucid for moments. She pulls the hard-drive. The Face. Mindlessness. She watches the vault door close, as she barely escapes. Another behind her, one of the financiers, gets his arm crushed by the sealing door. His hand drops off to the floor in a bleeding spasm. The Face. Mindlessness. She climbs the stairs with difficulty. For support, Angela grabs the handrails and leans her shoulder against the wall. The Face. Mindlessness. She regains focus. She grabs the steering wheel hard. Angela finds it crazy to believe that in her madness, she kept the car on the road. The scientist looks over at the car's passenger seat. The hard-drive was with her. Angela was in no mood to return to the underground research facility. The inventor paused and focused herself. She knew of someone who could help translate the words that she recorded. "I'm sure he's forgiven me enough" She says. ![]()
Black Dow wrote:
Let me give a for instance: Someone hacked into computer files and found out 'X'. That someone prays really, really hard for Danu to come save them from 'X'. What premise would 'X' be? ![]()
Black Dow wrote:
I have an idea for my background. But I need to know the premise, you know, so that I can be prayed into my templar. ![]()
Jubal Breakbottle wrote:
She has a garment of liquid metal that is a part of her. The dress is called Maelstrom. I think that the whip-like weapon will look better visually, if she uses her hand and arm to guide it. The shield will be both weapon and will parry autonomously, while aware. Maelstrom also reflects Danu's emotion in color. With mass adjustment, she can effectively swing like spiderman. Launching herself into the air, then gliding. She is very acrobatic, and actively taunts enemies. ![]()
Jubal Breakbottle wrote:
"Hey don't call me iterate...And it's Goddess Danu. You iterate mortal." Says Danu in an unidentifiable accent. ![]()
Black Dow wrote:
I was Thinking the same thing. Still was fun to roll though. It also looks like the advantage roll of #3 changed from a 7 to a 3 after all the edits. Weird. ![]()
Number 3 Power rolls: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (3, 6) + 4 = 13 Ego: 3d6 ⇒ (5, 1, 4) = 10
Nine power rolls:
Superpower roll 1: 1d100 ⇒ 11
Cybernetics upgrade 2
Cybernetics Power Emulator:
Bionic Arm:
Flightx2 upgrade 1
Position of Power Interesting ![]()
I really like Danu, but I should roll at least one more, Just for the fun of it. Power rolls: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (6, 3) + 4 = 13 Ego: 3d6 ⇒ (5, 4, 4) = 13
Nine power rolls:
Superpower roll 1: 1d100 ⇒ 13
Energy Attack
One advantage roll, and the remainder for upgrades
Immortal Yet again. Seems like a theme ![]()
"Black Dow": Okay so her weapon would be a 1H Melee weapon.
She's ancient. She came out of her slumber still speaking Ancient Gaelic. I was going to write a background in-character referencing it. I was trying to ignore knowledge that she'd just not know. However, I will happily roll for you. Skill: 1d10 ⇒ 4 Similarly Martial Arts is something you’d need to roll or roll for an open pick. To be honest think the Weapon Skill is more than enough, so being a martial artist would potentially be a wasted pick. I did not mention Martial Arts. I think that you mixed me up with someone. Edit: Oh I was asking about Master Artist...like a sculpter/ painter/etc. LOL. Funny Strength is also as per above - need to roll it. Building up her STR is something she could be working on, communing with the earth and slowly recovering her full godlike powers, but perhaps in this industrial cityscape she struggles to connect to the earth? Yeah, after adding shield manifestation with a melee weapon manifestation, I ran out of power rolls. ![]()
CucumberTree wrote:
I think that the following will be the Mapped out version for Danu. Ego: 13
Ten power rolls Mass Variation Self (1 PR) Skills (1 PR):
Weapons (7 PR) [Maelstrom]
Advantage (1 PR):
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Black Dow wrote:
I think that weapon would be much like how the T-1000 used his metal body, But she often uses the weapon like a lightning fast long spear. The weapon shines in colors that associate with her current mood. I would like her skill to be nature. Anything living, or at least was living, She'd have a detailed knowledge of. Especially if it helps with healing or fertility. I'd also like her to be a master artist. She did create Stonehenge. Edit: I'd also like to build up her Str during her slumber, While she fought in her ether-world adventures. ![]()
Danu, whose name meant ‘liquid’ or ‘river’ and was the namesake of the River Danube. Danu is an ancient Celtic goddess. She has slumbered in-between while not being fully human nor completely ethereal. She is immortal, but she is currently without worshippers. Her powers have waned without active worshippers, but even so, Danu has been woken. She is not sure why. She is dressed in living metal that can form into a weapon. Like a stream of metal that can form into any shape that flows from from her. It can also be used for personal propulsion. I'd like to use the liquid weapon as gliding wings in addition. With mass adjustment and a pseudopod, She should be able to glide using adjustments in her weight. Spiritual Realms: The Celtic mother goddess, nature, fertility, wisdom, earth, art, and poetry ![]()
Black Dow wrote:
This whole random roll thing looks fun. I'd like to see what it produces Power rolls: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (6, 6) + 4 = 16 Ego: 3d6 ⇒ (5, 4, 4) = 13
I'll roll 3 Superpower rolls Ten power rolls: Superpower roll 1: 1d100 ⇒ 51
Mass Variation Self
Interesting One advantage roll, and the remainder for upgrades
Immortal? Wow, sounds like a mythological god ![]()
GM DarkLightHitomi wrote:
cool beans ![]()
Treg Background: The wagon buffeted back and forth on the stone road. Treg rode on top of one of rope secured crates. A gaggle of migrants were being guided to and froe from the city gate entrance. A wizard whose eyes shine with blue light, scans the on-coming migrants while floating over the road. His eyes lock onto the five year old Treg. The wizard floats over to his family's wagon. "Greetings. I am Talon Scorn. I am magistrate of our city's war college." Talon pauses and looks over to Treg. "I see potential in the boy." Talon looks back at Treg's father. "If you volunteer your son to the war college... You'll gain citizenship and residence" Years of training had prepared Treg to become an exceptional warmage. Years of fearless service had earned Treg a reputation. He was not known for his mercy. A twisted set of politics has thrown Treg out of the city, luckily, alive. Now he's a battle loving mercenary. ![]()
Stat: 4d6 ⇒ (6, 2, 5, 6) = 19:17 Stat: 4d6 ⇒ (6, 3, 1, 3) = 13:15
Stat: 4d6 ⇒ (4, 6, 3, 4) = 17:14 Stat: 4d6 ⇒ (6, 6, 2, 1) = 15:
Stat: 4d6 ⇒ (4, 5, 4, 1) = 14:15
Stat: 4d6 ⇒ (5, 6, 4, 1) = 16:15 Dice stats are changing. Weird, I Guess that God is telling me something ![]()
Not sure if you were asking me the question...But yeah simpler is better. Rules that make the original game less hard are great "Elephant in the Room" If backroom rolls tickle your pickle, then do it. Reflecting the rolls in your written summation also helps. As far as characters, I was interested in a warmage. Essentially a glass cannon with specific set of spells and the ability(Chance) to hit anything that attacks. Without the spells, then he becomes a bit useless. I was trying to work within your gaming paradigm, but it became too difficult. It was just the Warmage from 3.5 seemed like it be real fun to play. ![]()
Grumbaki wrote:
So sad, so very very sad. Such a stranglehold on fascinating prose. *Sad Face* ![]()
Investigator(Empiricist) 4
Background: The amber around him begins to dissolve. His body was resting comfortably against the weakening crystal. His unconscious body slowly hits the stone floor. Voices whisper around him. *Is he alive?* *He lives. What, how old?* *He's been frozen for...well since the end of Aroden.* ----------------------------------------------------- Wanderer had no specific name other than Wanderer. He was trained since the time of his capture. His Pride was murdered, and it's loot was taken. He ended as a Drow slave. He was trained as an investigator for the benefit of... He dares not think it's name. His eyes open to see a old human. His arms and legs are strapped to the table. He struggles against the restraints. Wanderers face is stricken with fear. "Worry not dark elf. You will be all well and free, you need only listen." "My name is Metatron..." The Drow listened and was intrigued. He knew that his skills could make a kingdom's wealth. ![]()
bluedove wrote: Running as Cimri Staelish is certainly an option and she already has a rapport with the party. She would be built to the same specs, so long as she keeps at least one level of some variety of rogue to stay true to her roots. If anyone likes this option, I will PM her background. How about an Investigator(Empiricist) instead? ![]()
GM DarkLightHitomi wrote:
I'll run it as 3.5 rules, then you can enlighten me on how wrong I have it :P ![]()
GM DarkLightHitomi wrote:
The 15 min thing/idea was new to me as an idiom, but aware of the situation...so, you'll set it up as like baldur's gate games...cool. how much to craft spells for a 6th level character's wallet? ![]()
GM DarkLightHitomi wrote:
I don't think that I'm autistic enough to understand this. ![]()
I'm not sure what the following means: "I don’t do 15-minute work days so keep that in mind." is there like a replacement for removal of armor based on type...like adding mage armor. I'd like to play it 'cuzz it's cool to play. I won't know how it interrelates to your new rules, Untill, I build it 3.5 then translate....but I was hoping for you to help me to fit it in. If it's to hard to do, then please let me know early.
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