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I am trying to recall a Dragon article that gives you benefits for taking the Improved Familiar feat but keeping your original familiar. Is anyone familiar with this?

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So your party just defeated a grave knight, and due to lack of knowledge they fail to identify its boons and weaknesses.

What happens when a character dons the graveknight's armor- especially if they opt to wear it for a few days?

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The iconic wizard wears the conical hat to draw down power, wears flowing robes and in many cases has a long (sometimes forked) beard to focus the channel of power (and to represent the wisdom of age).

There are many other tropes like binding the index and middle finger during tutelage, wearing kohl to protect against the spirits etc.

Going along with this, the stereotypical necromancer is draped in a black robe and bedecked in skulls and bones. So my question is, what would the other specialist wizards wear? What separates an evoker from an abjurer? One option would be to use the "Color of Magic" idea, with each specialty associated with the color of its school (using whatever spectrum of preference), but does anyone have any ideas as to what garb specialist wizards besides necromancers might wear to identify themselves in the world?

Often even a simple farmer can identify a wizard (or generally a spellcaster), but would someone a little bit more in the know be able to discern your average diviner from your average transmuter?

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Male Hagspawn Witch 15/Souldrinker 5

This is the discussion/out-of-game thread for my Peddler's Tale campaign.

The campaign is (currently) a solo game taking place in the Eberron world using Pathfinder game rules. You are welcome to discuss here, dot to follow along, or ask any questions for clarification (such as Goblin words or any Eberron material that is unfamiliar).

Our story opens with a brief interaction between Raunip's mother and father, the hobgoblin merchant Sora Esma and a hobgoblin warrior named Raunip. The campaign begins a few years ago when Raunip II is still a child. Gorb, the bugbear, is Esma's servant acquired in a trade seasons prior.

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Male Hagspawn Witch 15/Souldrinker 5

Wildnight- Sypheros, 971 YK:

The olhirot's eyes lit up as they landed upon the blade. Wielding shaarat of the marguul, any ghaal'dar could earn the rank of rhu. No longer would the hobgoblin be a common soldier... "Ta muut, Sora."

As he reached for the blade, the merchantess withdrew the prize. Clicking her tongue, she chastised the warrior. "A fine weapon indeed. Many good trades were made to acquire it, but Esma needs one final trade from you to seal our bargain."

The fire of greed in his eyes dimmed slightly. "What do you need of me, Niianu Batvuuk, Mother of Markets?" The aged trader laughed, "Your words are like shaat'aar to be so sweet, but flattery is only the beginning of your payment. Look to the sky. Do you know what tonight is, gaa'dar?" Raising her hand, both hobgoblins looked towards the sky, the Golden Ring shining amongst the stars. He shook his head. "It is her Wildnight," the crone explained. "And tonight you shall trade me your lasting name."

"Paatcha, but I do not know what you ask." The hobgoblin began to worry that she would take the great blade, the skai shaarat, and his chance to become more than a foot soldier. "Whatever you ask, I will offer."

Waving her hand, the old hobgoblin began to change. Her fur became more vibrant, creases of time removed from her face as her bent back straightened. Now she stood as an example of beauty and youth. "You... you are no maiden, Sora Esma." the warrior stammered. "And you are no lhesh. Tonight, Raunip, you will give me a child..."

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Can a hag, or witch with the coven hex, join more than one coven at a time?

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Male Hagspawn Witch 15/Souldrinker 5

10 Eyre, Zor 998 YK

High above the heart of the City of Towers, a light rain falls on Sharn. Lyrandar Tower, one of the highest points of the city, is far removed from the toils down below. Only the Skyway blocks the perfect view of the rainy skies above. Passengers and crew continue to board and leave Roc's Talon, a sleek but impressive elemental galleon built of dark soarwood. A bell sounds, signaling the last call for passengers. Glancing at your orders, you know that viceroy Solia would have your hide if you missed your ride, or worse- assign you to deckhand duty for the next several months.

Though you have spent the last two days with your kinsmen in the Lyrandar Enclave, Captain Thariv habitually checks over your orders and identification papers as you board her vessel. Her Storm Mark glimmers across her face. She smiles as she hands your papers back, "No worries, cousin. As long as the winds hold, you'll be in Stormreach in three days. Your quarters are on first deck with the crew. We have capable hands, but should winds turn against us you'll be expected to help maintain the Talon. Other than a crew of Tharask prospectors, we have a few passengers hoping to see the wild continent, and our emissary K'exik. If you have any questions, flag me or my crew down." The young captain slaps you on the back as she urges you on board, reaching out to inspect the papers of the next passenger.

The deck is spacious, and half a dozen of your kin rush about to prepare the ship for launch. One or two passengers make their way down below, but the majority stay to witness the galleon's take off. Once everyone is on board, Captain Thariv takes the helm. You watch as her dragonmark flares to life, glowing blue and purple as she communes with the elemental bound to the airship. With a thrum and a crackle, a cerulean ring of energy bursts into view around the vessel. Many of the patrons awe at the marvel as the Roc's Talon lifts away from the dock. Flocking to the rails, they watch for the next few minutes as Sharn passes underneath.

Amidst the travelers, you see an aquatic elf standing on deck, his eyes closed in serenity as he enjoys the mist of rain. He stands quite tall for an elf, matching the height of most humans, his green hair whipping in the breeze. His dark green robes paint him as a man of faith.

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Male Hagspawn Witch 15/Souldrinker 5

This is the discussion thread for the Pathfinder Eberron play-by-post Crya's Twilight.

Character level will be 1d3+2 to generate a character between 3rd and 5th level.

Stats are 4d6, drop the lowest. If scores are too low, a re-roll will be allowed.

DM roll:

Level: 1d3 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

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Male Hagspawn Witch 15/Souldrinker 5

The Sea of Rage earns her name this evening. Between the spray from the sea and the downpour of frigid rain, one would have a difficult time staying dry. Water cascades down the edges of the roads, sweeping away debris, guilt, and regret.

The ramshackle buildings of Port Krez stand next to each other, sometimes the foundation of its neighbor the only thing keeping a structure erect, seem themselves to cling together for an illusion of warmth. Crowded and overbearing, yet a network of alleyways has managed to worm through gaps in the city’s construction. Occasionally to the East, glimpses of the Sea can be seen through interruptions in the wall-to-wall buildings, and in the fading sunlight, grey mists ebb and flow on the horizon. Even passersby have heard tales of the Gray Tide, a dangerous and elusive phenomenon.

Architecture here is as varied at its people. Many doors were made wide and large to accommodate the ogres and orc-kind seen trudging through the streets, but many more buildings show the squat and sturdy defendable designs of the Dwarves of Mror, and too can descendants of these architects be seen going about their business in the City.

Dwarven magewrights tend to the few intact continual flame lanterns as the light fades. Though the streets are lined with many, most are shattered, or have fallen into some form of vandalism or disarray. Pulling their cloaks tighter and their wide brimmed hats lower, natives begin to make their way indoors or out of sight, as the water continues to fall in sheets.

Alistair:
The last several weeks have not been kind. As you find yourself traveling further and further East chasing rumors of forgotten treasure, you find yourself in the company of seedier peoples. Few caravans and vessels have need of an exorcist’s talents, the less educated have deduced that anyone in league with spirits is a Khyber-worshipping lunatic, and you have found yourself less than kindly removed from a few of your paid passages. People stopped asking questions near Talenta. If you pull your weight and defend the folk you travel with if it comes to it, they let your business be. A dwarven merchant offered you a ride aboard her derelict ship, not much more than a glorified paddleboat, and took you to her home city of Port Krez in the Principalities. The old salt talked your ear off about the treasures of Trebaz Sinara and the possibilities of Tempest Isle. If you’re going to search for some coin to fill your coffers, there are worse places than Lhazaar. The storm that hit as you made port occupied your hostess, but she assures you that answers can be found in the city…

Avicia:
A full night’s sleep would be a blessing, but it has been too long for you to expect such kindness. A lovely maiden of Thrane would draw many an eye in the Isles, afflicted as you are, you draw even more sidelong and wary glances. Most give you a wide berth, though a few pirates have found firsthand your skill with your pike. A den of aberrant-marked thieves and urchins has taken kindly to you, your withered countenance pales in comparison to some of their physical side-effects. Their leader, a man to which you are still unsure is dwarf or lizardfolk, has been trying to get you to join their brotherhood, confusing your dark talents with Khyber’s blood blessing. He is adamant that your mark will manifest and you will lead the Boilers to glory. At night, the voices whisper. Lately they have been telling you of dragons painted in stars, and of opportunities waiting to be grasped. “To live, one must travel to Dolurrh…”

Chierak:
Your exile has been a lonely one. You’ve met few dar on the open waters, save for the random ship golin by and by, but fewer still know of the glory of your people. Aboard one ship, as you worked for travel, you found that the Talentan minstrel knew a few songs of your kind, and though she sang sweetly, her words were empty of the reverence that the duur’kala blend into their songs, a hollow reminder of home and what you have lost. The Lhazaarites put your strong back to use, and even mostly human crews are willing to accept your aid. Baubles and battles you have found a’plenty, but none with honor or much reward. The pirates attack each other and villages almost without purpose. Off the northern shores of Lastpoint, the brigands you were employed by came under attack. Their pathetic schooner quickly falling prey to the revenge laid upon her by one of the Cloudreavers’ elite. She took no prisoners, and soon left all for dead in the burning and sinking remains. Adrift a piece of the ship, unsure if any others survived, you were lucky enough to be pulled by the tide into Port Krez. It has been a Khyber of a week, and you could use a fresh start. Dwarves at the docks offer you a room for the night to shake off the cold, and the next day point you into the city to begin anew.

Dharatatak:
”Wake, little soldier, your Destiny awaits.” For a moment you think that your blade sounds much nicer than it has before, until you open your eye and realize the voice belongs to the human serving girl that offered you a place to sleep. Rolling over in the hay you find yourself nose to nose with a hefty sow. The serving girl giggles. “I managed to sneak you some breakfast, but Kra would be most displeased if he found I let a goblin sleep in our pen. I’m afraid after you eat you must go.” After a too-small breakfast, even for you, you find yourself ushered out into the rain. Orienting yourself, you hear a familiar voice whisper “Aram’dar.” You find your swordhand outstretched and pointing further into the city. Making your way through alleys and between the legs of larger folk, you overhear this city is called Port Krez, however any time you try to inquire further your answer is usually the end of a boot. Glancing up, as goblins have to do often, you catch sight of the bottom of a ship sailing over the rooftops. You catch a glimmer of a burning ring of fire before it is gone from your sight.

Illyri:
Not a day goes by that Zach doesn’t cross your mind. How could he not, in a place like this, where street urchins are far too common? The Isles have been fair to you thus far, jumping from one island to the next. No place has felt like home since The Nest. Usually you find it easy to finish a job, but now and again it rings too much of the past and a changed face later you start again in a different town. It is all too easy to get lost in Lhazaar. Every few months some deranged pirate goes after Trebaz Sinara, most never return, those that do rarely have more than horror stories to share and battle scars to back them up. You’ve heard whisper that there are changelings in Lastpoint, and without realizing it, every trip you’ve made has brought you further South. The last ship you jumped dropped you off in Krag, in Port Krez. A wretched city composed of mostly orc-kin and dwarves, an odd mixture but works here for some reason. If you could just land a good haul, you might be able to make some headway in life. Few people question the presence of an elf, being relatively common in the Isles. A storm has carried over, though, and fewer people are out today in the chill of the rain. As you head into the city, you spy a child lifting a few coins from the cloak of a dwarf sailor. She seems oblivious. The youth has the familiar blonde hair that you came to love, and you are awestruck, but the moment is broken when you notice the boy’s other hand is the size of an ogre’s, and blister red. Meeting your eyes the boy scampers off into the dark flooding alleys.

Micha:
Your travels have taken you across the entirety of Khorvaire. You have seen good, and also terrible evil, stains from the Last War. Your mark has opened doors to you that you never thought possible, travel and luxury, but also the burden of every carpenter with a splinter coming to you for aid. In Breland, you met an elderly half-orc who calls himself Jazahn. Seeing your quest for experience, he offered to take you and Poppy with him on his sailing vessel as he explored the coasts. In the weeks you passed with him, it became apparent that his health did not match his fervor. In his quarters, through bouts of heavy coughing, he revealed that his true reason for bringing you along was in hopes you knew of a remedy to his wasting ailment. Discovering that the illness is foreign to you, the captain resigned to finish out his days in his homeland of Krag. Along the journey, you discover how needy some people can be, and how many people are just trying to make their mark upon the world. The Fang pulled into Port Krez just as a heavy storm hit. Jazahn took your hand fondly, apologized for his ulterior motives, and sent you on your way to see the world. Somehow you knew that would be the last time you saw the half-orc amongst the living. As the cold downpour drenches you and your companion, you find it might be a good idea to get an agitated wolverine dry. A few fisherman point the way into the city where a few taverns can be found, answering quickly to get away from your snarling pet.

As you pass the alleys, you can see several spots where fresh blood from the darkness mingles with the water flowing down the streets. One by one lights inside businesses and homes extinguish, adding a sense of urgency to the chill solitude of the night. A few people can be seen congregating towards an alley. Bottlenecked, the alley is cramped, but mostly clean of refuse. A solitary door betwixt two smoky windows lies at the end. Many of the figures make their way inside, a few linger in the alley chatting or smoking. A simple symbol etched into the door resembles the symbol for the Sovereign Host, two words written in Common and Dwarven are scribed beneath the symbol- Dolurrh’s Doorstep.

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Male Hagspawn Witch 15/Souldrinker 5

The Sea of Rage earns her name this evening. Between the spray from the sea and the downpour of frigid rain, one would have a difficult time staying dry. Water cascades down the edges of the roads, sweeping away debris, guilt, and regret.

The ramshackle buildings of Port Krez stand next to each other, sometimes the foundation of its neighbor the only thing keeping a structure erect, seem themselves to cling together for an illusion of warmth. Crowded and overbearing, yet a network of alleyways has managed to worm through gaps in the city’s construction. Occasionally to the East, glimpses of the Sea can be seen through interruptions in the wall-to-wall buildings, and in the fading sunlight, grey mists ebb and flow on the horizon. Even passersby have heard tales of the Gray Tide, a dangerous and elusive phenomenon.

Architecture here is as varied at its people. Many doors were made wide and large to accommodate the ogres and orc-kind seen trudging through the streets, but many more buildings show the squat and sturdy defendable designs of the Dwarves of Mror, and too can descendants of these architects be seen going about their business in the City.

Dwarven magewrights tend to the few intact continual flame lanterns as the light fades. Though the streets are lined with many, most are shattered, or have fallen into some form of vandalism or disarray. Pulling their cloaks tighter and their wide brimmed hats lower, natives begin to make their way indoors or out of sight, as the water continues to fall in sheets.

Alistair:
The last several weeks have not been kind. As you find yourself traveling further and further East chasing rumors of forgotten treasure, you find yourself in the company of seedier peoples. Few caravans and vessels have need of an exorcist’s talents, the less educated have deduced that anyone in league with spirits is a Khyber-worshipping lunatic, and you have found yourself less than kindly removed from a few of your paid passages. People stopped asking questions near Talenta. If you pull your weight and defend the folk you travel with if it comes to it, they let your business be. A dwarven merchant offered you a ride aboard her derelict ship, not much more than a glorified paddleboat, and took you to her home city of Port Krez in the Principalities. The old salt talked your ear off about the treasures of Trebaz Sinara and the possibilities of Tempest Isle. If you’re going to search for some coin to fill your coffers, there are worse places than Lhazaar. The storm that hit as you made port occupied your hostess, but she assures you that answers can be found in the city…

Avicia:
A full night’s sleep would be a blessing, but it has been too long for you to expect such kindness. A lovely maiden of Thrane would draw many an eye in the Isles, afflicted as you are, you draw even more sidelong and wary glances. Most give you a wide berth, though a few pirates have found firsthand your skill with your pike. A den of aberrant-marked thieves and urchins has taken kindly to you, your withered countenance pales in comparison to some of their physical side-effects. Their leader, a man to which you are still unsure is dwarf or lizardfolk, has been trying to get you to join their brotherhood, confusing your dark talents with Khyber’s blood blessing. He is adamant that your mark will manifest and you will lead the Boilers to glory. At night, the voices whisper. Lately they have been telling you of dragons painted in stars, and of opportunities waiting to be grasped. “To live, one must travel to Dolurrh…”

Chierak:
Your exile has been a lonely one. You’ve met few dar on the open waters, save for the random ship golin by and by, but fewer still know of the glory of your people. Aboard one ship, as you worked for travel, you found that the Talentan minstrel knew a few songs of your kind, and though she sang sweetly, her words were empty of the reverence that the duur’kala blend into their songs, a hollow reminder of home and what you have lost. The Lhazaarites put your strong back to use, and even mostly human crews are willing to accept your aid. Baubles and battles you have found a’plenty, but none with honor or much reward. The pirates attack each other and villages almost without purpose. Off the northern shores of Lastpoint, the brigands you were employed by came under attack. Their pathetic schooner quickly falling prey to the revenge laid upon her by one of the Cloudreavers’ elite. She took no prisoners, and soon left all for dead in the burning and sinking remains. Adrift a piece of the ship, unsure if any others survived, you were lucky enough to be pulled by the tide into Port Krez. It has been a Khyber of a week, and you could use a fresh start. Dwarves at the docks offer you a room for the night to shake off the cold, and the next day point you into the city to begin anew.

Dharatatak:
”Wake, little soldier, your Destiny awaits.” For a moment you think that your blade sounds much nicer than it has before, until you open your eye and realize the voice belongs to the human serving girl that offered you a place to sleep. Rolling over in the hay you find yourself nose to nose with a hefty sow. The serving girl giggles. “I managed to sneak you some breakfast, but Kra would be most displeased if he found I let a goblin sleep in our pen. I’m afraid after you eat you must go.” After a too-small breakfast, even for you, you find yourself ushered out into the rain. Orienting yourself, you hear a familiar voice whisper “Aram’dar.” You find your swordhand outstretched and pointing further into the city. Making your way through alleys and between the legs of larger folk, you overhear this city is called Port Krez, however any time you try to inquire further your answer is usually the end of a boot. Glancing up, as goblins have to do often, you catch sight of the bottom of a ship sailing over the rooftops. You catch a glimmer of a burning ring of fire before it is gone from your sight.

Illyri:
Not a day goes by that Zach doesn’t cross your mind. How could he not, in a place like this, where street urchins are far too common? The Isles have been fair to you thus far, jumping from one island to the next. No place has felt like home since The Nest. Usually you find it easy to finish a job, but now and again it rings too much of the past and a changed face later you start again in a different town. It is all too easy to get lost in Lhazaar. Every few months some deranged pirate goes after Trebaz Sinara, most never return, those that do rarely have more than horror stories to share and battle scars to back them up. You’ve heard whisper that there are changelings in Lastpoint, and without realizing it, every trip you’ve made has brought you further South. The last ship you jumped dropped you off in Krag, in Port Krez. A wretched city composed of mostly orc-kin and dwarves, an odd mixture but works here for some reason. If you could just land a good haul, you might be able to make some headway in life. Few people question the presence of an elf, being relatively common in the Isles. A storm has carried over, though, and fewer people are out today in the chill of the rain. As you head into the city, you spy a child lifting a few coins from the cloak of a dwarf sailor. She seems oblivious. The youth has the familiar blonde hair that you came to love, and you are awestruck, but the moment is broken when you notice the boy’s other hand is the size of an ogre’s, and blister red. Meeting your eyes the boy scampers off into the dark flooding alleys.

Micha:
Your travels have taken you across the entirety of Khorvaire. You have seen good, and also terrible evil, stains from the Last War. Your mark has opened doors to you that you never thought possible, travel and luxury, but also the burden of every carpenter with a splinter coming to you for aid. In Breland, you met an elderly half-orc who calls himself Jazahn. Seeing your quest for experience, he offered to take you and Poppy with him on his sailing vessel as he explored the coasts. In the weeks you passed with him, it became apparent that his health did not match his fervor. In his quarters, through bouts of heavy coughing, he revealed that his true reason for bringing you along was in hopes you knew of a remedy to his wasting ailment. Discovering that the illness is foreign to you, the captain resigned to finish out his days in his homeland of Krag. Along the journey, you discover how needy some people can be, and how many people are just trying to make their mark upon the world. The Fang pulled into Port Krez just as a heavy storm hit. Jazahn took your hand fondly, apologized for his ulterior motives, and sent you on your way to see the world. Somehow you knew that would be the last time you saw the half-orc amongst the living. As the cold downpour drenches you and your companion, you find it might be a good idea to get an agitated wolverine dry. A few fisherman point the way into the city where a few taverns can be found, answering quickly to get away from your snarling pet.

As you pass the alleys, you can see several spots where fresh blood from the darkness mingles with the water flowing down the streets. One by one lights inside businesses and homes extinguish, adding a sense of urgency to the chill solitude of the night. A few people can be seen congregating towards an alley. Bottlenecked, the alley is cramped, but mostly clean of refuse. A solitary door betwixt two smoky windows lies at the end. Many of the figures make their way inside, a few linger in the alley chatting or smoking. A simple symbol etched into the door resembles the symbol for the Sovereign Host, two words written in Common and Dwarven are scribed beneath the symbol- Dolurrh’s Doorstep.

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Welcome to Sovereigns & Aces. This campaign is a noir style treasure hunting game set in the world of Eberron, using the Pathfinder rules system. Please follow the guidelines for creating your character below! Any questions can be posted here, private questions can be answered through messages to Me, your Dungeon Master.

Things You Should Know:
This campaign will begin in the Lhazaar Principalities. Although intimate familiarity with the region is not required, I encourage you to read over the section in the 3.5 Eberron Campaign Setting at least.

Players should have at least a passing understanding of Ebberon. I want characters to feel like they belong in this world, not just generic characters that happen to be in Eberron.

Social skills against other PCs and PvP is tolerated. I am not going to force you to get along for the sake of the story.

Know your character! The more backstory, the more detail, the more I have to work with and the more you will understand your character's actions. Play the character and the stats. It's okay to not have 18's in everything.

If you have a Familiar, Animal Companion, Holy Mount, or Eidolon, you may control them in combat, but expect me to make use of their personality and abilities!

I enjoy light-hearted humor. If the game gets silly at times, that's okay, it's a game. Don't take it or yourself too seriously!

Generating your character:
Starting level will be 1d3, rolled on this forum. That means that this game will be a mixed party of 1st through 3rd level characters. Not everybody will be equal, and not everybody will advance at the same time.

Ability scores will be 5d6, drop the lowest number, rolled in this forum. Rolled six times. If you feel your scores are abysmal, you may reroll ability scores Once, but as with most rerolls, you must accept the newer rolls even if they are worse. You may allocate your 6 numbers to whichever score you wish. Quick Character Creation

"If it exists in D&D, there is a place for it in Eberron." Although I am more likely to choose Eberron races, or dragonmarked base races, I encourage you to be creative, to an extent. For example, I enjoy tibbits, but tieflings I feel are overdone. So if you want to roll out a tiefling, it had better be spectacular. Keep in mind goblinoids (as well as a few other monsters) are viable PC options in Eberron.

Psionics will not be allowed. Sorry, but they are just way too much work, and I don't want to confuse anyone, especially myself, by mixing magic and tech and psionics.

All Pathfinder classes are an option. For conversions of Eberron material to Pathfinder, I will be using Tzizimine's Conversion unless otherwise specified. The 3.5 Warlock is accepted as is, unless somebody has a fantastic PF conversion. Feats and spells are fine from 3.5, classes must be approved (besides warlock).

Hit points maxed at first level, hit points rolled at additional levels. If you generate a character above 1st, you will have the minimum XP needed for that level. Character wealth above first should follow the same guidelines for NPC Gear using the Character Wealth table listed in the Quick Character Creation link above.

Your character begins with a free outfit (not royal), a free simple weapon, and (if you wish) identification papers. You may take up to two traits from any Pathfinder source.

You can create your character beyond the stats and rolls anywhere you wish, but please either fill the information in your character profile or ensure your profile has a link for me to access your sheet.

If you have any questions, please ask!

Do NOT Read this spoiler!:
You just couldn't resist, could you? Well now you have to pay the price. Add one goblin tooth to your inventory. It's going to come up later. For shame!

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Male Hagspawn Witch 15/Souldrinker 5

Sovereigns & Aces

This is the Out-of-Character, Out-of-Game, and Discussion Thread for Sovereigns & Aces.

This thread is where players can ask questions about the game, get to know each other, and clarify events/rolls.

The following rules should be followed when posting in this thread, the recruitment, or the game:

Rules:
  • This is a game. Do not let personal feelings, tempers, or situations hinder the other players (or yourself) from having a good time.
  • If you are going to be absent from posting for more than a day or two, please post here so your character can be controlled as an NPC or by another player. Life happens, it's okay!
  • If your character has not posted in a week without notice, I will remove the character from the game, and if necessary seek replacement. Exceptions will be made for emergencies or uncontrollable absences.
  • Know your character. Give thoughts as to your character's actions and justifications for those actions. Get inside your character's head.
  • Try not to metagame. If you are tempted to read a Spoiler Tag not pertaining to your character or character knowledge, please don't act upon that information. Cheating players will be asked to leave and their characters killed off.
  • Everybody makes mistakes, even the DM. Try to cut myself and players some slack when we screw up, and we shall extend the same courtesy to you.
  • Have fun! If you aren't enjoying playing, then what is the point?

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I am going to be running Reign of Winter tabletop for my players starting this week or next, but I would very much love the chance to go through the campaign as a player as well. If anybody is willing to run a game, I would greatly appreciate it.

(I am wanting to play a changeling or hag~themed tiefling if possible)

Thank you in advance!

~Quip

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Male Hagspawn Witch 15/Souldrinker 5

This thread will be a series of solo adventures for Vivi Garonfries, taking place before and between the events of the Wand Breakers campaign.

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Male Hagspawn Witch 15/Souldrinker 5

Friday, November 13th, 758 BC ~ Invidia

Winter's chill rides swiftly on Autumn's coattails this year. Many vintners took heavy losses when first frost ruined what was intended to be harvested as a late fall wine. Dead grapes still hang from the vine, coated in glistening rime.

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Several miles north of Curriculo, fortune (or perhaps design) smiles on the fallen Bivaneue Estate. Abandoned for nearly two decades, the untended vineyards continue to produce ripe succulent grapes each season. For those willing to take heavy risk, the rewards are great. The scarcity and flavor of Bivaneue bloodwine yields sales at quadruple prices, and unscrupulous merchants earn many drymarks in its trade.

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The full moon's light illuminates the Bivaneue vineyards. A destitute vintner climbs the hills, intent on claiming his prize. The light snowfall seems to melt before touching the crops, and the vines hang thick with luscious ruby grapes. The thief opens his satchel and gingerly reaches for the forbidden fruit. Before he can react, a vine shoots forth and entwines his arm. The merchant tries to scream, but several grapevines with peculiar hand-shaped leaves wrap around his face and his pleas are stifled. Although he struggles, within moments the man is bound completely. Vines tightening, tears weep from his eyes, but soon tears are replaced with blood as the vice constricts. With a muffled scream and the sounds of snapping bone, the victim goes limp. Green tendrils pull the corpse beneath the lush fertile soil, and once more the Bivaneue Vineyards stand alone in the moonlight.

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The hour is late. City lamps have long burnt out, but the light of the moon shines bright enough to walk by. On the ground reaching from a dark alley lies an outstretched arm. Its owner, hidden in shadow, sets in her own blood pooling from the gash in her throat, her green eyes frozen open in terror. Her assailant looms over her body in the darkness. A blade glimmers as the attacker leans down and begins to crop her dark hair post-mortum. "Children should behave," the figure laments, whispering. "Why did you leave me, Lily? No matter," it muses, "Soon you shall be my own again for always." Completing its task the shape stands, and two malovent points of crimson hatred glow in the shadows.

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The nightmare begins as it has most evenings since the autumn equinox. Viktor's kind smile cracks and his teeth elongate. His mirthful laugh draws out into a wolf's howl. The greying hair atop his palatte spreads down his back and arms as bones contour and break into new positions. Still smiling with his beast's muzzle, his frail body bows and cracks, rippling with new strength. He reaches for you, but the caring hands that raised you are replaced by wicked talons. All that remains of the Viktor you knew are his too-human eyes, still filled with caring. His claws rip into your stomach, but suddenly the dream shifts and instead of the beastly Viktor clawing into you, the kindly old man, human once more, is reaching into an open grave. He pulls out a crying baby from the plot and cradles it to his breast. The infant nuzzles his neck and bites into the flesh. The priest smiles, oblvious to the blood cascading down his torso.

With a scream you bolt upright, awake in a cold sweat. Your caretaker Viktor sits beside you, holding a damp compress to your forehead. "Shh, it is all right, my child. Twas naught but a bad dream." His weathered hands moisten the cloth again, moonlight reflects off the waterdrops. From the woods you hear the bay of a wolf which is soon accompanied by its kin.

Make a Horror check as you try to shake off the nightmare. DC 10 with a -1 modifier

If Failed:
You are frozen with fear, as terror grips your heart. You are unable to move or take action for 3 rounds, and are considered flat-footed.

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Although this game is beginning as a solo campaign, I will open the Recruitment thread for anyone who wishes to follow along. If, after the game progresses, I feel the need or want for additional players, I shall recruit them here!

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Male Hagspawn Witch 15/Souldrinker 5

This is a solo campaign (starting off) using the Ravenloft Campaign Setting, updated to Pathfinder rules.

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Male Hagspawn Witch 15/Souldrinker 5

14th of Eleint, 1372 DR

Summer slips away as Autumn draws near. In the small hamlet of Dawnscry in the Vilhon Reach, a strange phenomenon outweighs the approaching excitement normally reserved for Highharvestide...

Less than two tenday ago, the wizardly tower known as Valen's Wand returned in pristine condition in its previous station on the cliffs at the end of town.

One year ago, the tower of the ex-court adviser Valen, was struck by blue lightning and crumbled into the foggy blanket of the valley below. No excursions into the valley yielded any sign of the fallen tower, and all within its walls were presumed dead.

The reappearance of the tower in a veil of fog has caused the Lathander worshiping town to panic and plead for aid. Major Jarmen Goldenwyrm sent missives as a call to any brave enough to enter the tower on his court's behalf to be well rewarded, but reconnaissance would not be the explorer's only agenda...

Over the past tenday, several young members of the town's population have been kidnapped, stolen in the night, reportedly by a band of ogres. The town's disdain for giant-kin not withstanding, the weight of the matter increases tenfold as witnesses claim the ogres secreted away to Valen's Wand with the youth in tow. The mayor has doubled his offer to all adventurers willing to accept the exploration-turned-rescue mission.

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Wand Breakers is an original campaign set in the Forgotten Realms campaign setting using Pathfinder rules. Most 3.5 material is also viable.

My party consists of:


  • Ghostwise Halfling Wizard (m)
  • Uthgardt Half-Orc Barbarian (f)
  • Half-Ogre Druid (m)
  • Sun Elf Cleric of Lathander (f)

The party is 1st level.

At this time, I am looking for 1 more player, and a very specific role. If anybody would be interested in playing a female tibbit cleric of Sharess please contact me.

As other party needs arise I will be posting here again. Thank you.

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Male Hagspawn Witch 15/Souldrinker 5

This will be the discussion thread for my Wand Breakers campaign. Any questions you guys have, you may post here, or if you need a refresher.

This is a Forgotten Realms campaign using Pathfinder rules.

The party started in the town of Dawnscry, a small Lathander worshiping village in the southern part of Vilhon Reach.

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So I am setting up this game as an online game so we can continue to play despite distance. There will still be times when we play back at the cabin when Rachel and I visit Cincinnati, but for now this will have to do!

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15th Harvester, Starday


  • Well rested after their journey to the Ethereal, the Broken Company meets in the Dining Hall of Promont to discuss the matters at hand.

Morpheo "I never knew that my father... was a dream. Although it does explain a lot, it opens up more questions. But what are we to do with this Orion and the Scarlet Inquisition?"

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Male Hagspawn Witch 15/Souldrinker 5

Welcome to Quantium Leap!

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So if by means of plane shifting or other planar travel you find yourself on the Ethereal plane for any extended period of time, what happens when you sleep. Do you dream? Can you dream?

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I am starting a campaign soon that has a heavy influence with witches, hags, and all things related.

What are some initial/low-level encounters that people think would be a good fit for this style of campaign?

It's not world specific currently, just open.

Thanks everyone.

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I am trying to get at least two more players for my crew and weekly games.

We play 3.5, Pathfinder, Call of Cthulhu, Mutants and Masterminds, and Heroscape... Really hoping to find people for at least our upcoming Pathfinder games.

I would like to start a Carrion Crown game as soon as I have a solid group of players.

If anybody is interested, please just let me know! Thanks everyone!

~Jarrod

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In my attempt to compile a list of all hags in my post Here: Hags

I was told by W E Ray that Rezdave could assist me in this endeavor with a listing of hags as they appear in Dungeon Magazine.

I would formally like to ask for help with this and would greatly appreciate anything that anybody could tell me or any directions anyone can point me in. Thanks!

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I am trying to assemble data on all of the 3.5/d20/OGL Hags and hag-like creatures I can find. Here is the list I have currently, if anybody has any I've missed, please let me know. Thank you!


  • Annis Hag (Bonus Bestiary)
  • Bheur (3.5 Forgotten Realms Unapproachable East)
  • Black Hag (Vaults of Pandius)
  • Blood Crone (Sword & Sorcery Creature Collection)
  • Bog Hag (3.5 Oriental Adventures)
  • Brine Hag (Sword & Sorcery Creature Collection)
  • Brujah (Sword & Sorcery Ravenloft just not certain which book)
  • Cavern Hag (Sword & Sorcery Creature Collection)
  • Dune Hag (3.5 Sandstorm)
  • Dusk Hag (3.5 Eberron Campaign Setting)
  • Green Hag (Bestiary)
  • Hagling (all varieties) (Sword & Sorcery Creature Collection II)
  • Hagspawn (3.5 Forgotten Realms Unapproachable East)
  • Ice Hag (Sword & Sorcery Creature Collection)
  • Marzanna (3.5 Frostburn)
  • Moon Hag (Sword & Sorcery Creature Collection)
  • Night Hag (Bestiary)
  • Sea Hag (Bestiary)
  • Shrieking Hag (3.5 Forgotten Realms Unapproachable East)
  • Storm Hag (Sword & Sorcery Creature Collection)
  • Swamp Hag (Sword & Sorcery Creature Collection)
  • Witchfire (Pathfinder 5: Sins of the Saviors)
  • Xtabay (Dragon Magazine #317)

Creatures created by Hags:

  • Broodswarm (3.5 Fiendish Codex I)
  • Stitched Devil (3.5 Monster Manual V)

Creatures connected to Night Hags:

  • Nightmare (Bestiary)
  • Petitioner- Larvae (Bestiary II)
  • Vaporighu (3.0 Monster Manual II)

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Could anybody please help me understand why the witch's flight hex grants a +4 on Swim and not Fly?

Thanks

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Sorry if this has been discussed before, but I am curious...

I know that Demogorgon was the first mortal soul to become a tanar'ri, but who was the first mortal turned baatezu? Yugoloth? Solar? etc.

Any information anybody has would be greatly appreciated.

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A while back, I was flipping through one of my Dungeon magazines, and in the advertisement for back issues, one of the adventure synopses mentioned an imp beseeching help from the party because it does not wish to become a goblin's familiar. Unfortunately, I didn't mark the page or issue, so I am wondering if anybody can please point me in the right direction. Which issue has that adventure? Thank you!

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I am trying to find which minis people think would work best for these two great witches.

So far for Tasha, the best miniature I have found so far is Hordes - Minions: Lanyssa Ryssl, Nyss Sorceress

I think I can paint her cloak to resemble Fiend's Embrace.

I would appreciate any feedback on this idea or other suggestions for her or Baba Yaga. Thanks!