Mythicman19 wrote: Similar idea but went the path of makeshift scrapper. If you haven't played Darkest Dungeons, you might not know your character apparently has a sister.
Mr Clint's Strange Aeons wrote: I am sticking to my guns and only having classes from the Core Rulebook and the Advanced Player's Guide. This was an oversight by me, but thankfully we are all in this together and you brought this to my attention. Mr. Clint, if you like Mythicman19's concept, could you offer him a short extension to rework the character's mechanics into, say, a vivisectionist alchemist or makeshift scrapper rogue? I don't want your job to be any tougher, but I don't mind the extra competition, and it seems generous to give folks a chance to fix honest mistakes.
Here's Vano Martoff, my proposed addition to your campaign, a human druid who couldn't possibly be insane...right? His crunch is in his profile, as well as the RP info below. Description:
Vano is a tall and somber middle-aged man whose thick black hair and beard are shot with silver. His skin is light for a Varisian, and totemic serpent tattoos cover his body. The sight of one of these, a skeletal ouroboros inked on his throat, makes Vano feel unsettled and ashamed, though he cannot remember why. In his worn but well-mended traveling clothes, Vano could be taken for an ordinary caravan tinker or trader. But when he dons his ceremonial mantle of hardened bear hide, he is unmistakably a druid of the oldest ways. Wearing the hide gives him a sense of comfort and belonging, though he flinches a little from its old stains of charcoal, woad, and blood. Vano speaks hesitantly, and walks with his head cast down. There is little confidence in the way he carries his large frame. Background:
Vano Martoff believes he is cursed. Nothing else makes sense. Why should he remember the names of stars and the constellations they form, but not where he learned them, or who taught him? Why should he feel such warm familiarity and fierce loyalty to his constrictor companion Luneca, but have no idea how they met, or why the patterns of scales on her back are tattooed on his hands? It must be a curse. He must have angered a, a...someone. Something. Something is angry at him, that much he can remember. Can't he? He has a few jumbled memories that he thinks are more than dreams--the memories of a child. An angry man, shouting at him about the stones, the stones. He's written on the standing stones with chalk. What of it? There are old words carved all over the stones. The angry man's eyes are wide, his face red, spittle flies from his shouting mouth and spatters Vano's face just before his hand slaps it. A naked woman, her hairy parts startling. She's rising from the river, dripping wet. She's covered with black butterflies and violet flowers. She laughs when she sees Vano in the bushes, and he runs, ashamed. A rabbit in a snare. A valley wreathed in mist. Wrapping ribbons around a pole. Shivering as snow falls by a campfire. Slipping down a rocky slope, blood on his palms. Stripping the silk from an ear of corn, finding beetles writhing inside. Each memory fragment is fraught with old emotion, but none of them tell him who he is. Since his memories have failed him, Vano grasps at any hint of his identity. He speaks Varisian with a slight Hallit accent that other Ustalavics say is peculiar to the palatinate of Vieland, far to the northwest of Versex. His tattoos are all in the same style, perhaps the work of a single artist. His hair and beard and nails are long, but recently groomed. He has calloused feet from much walking, calloused hands from much manual labor. He knows how to set bones and brew tea to ease a fever. He knows exactly how and when to feed Luneca, how to keep her warm, how to save her shed skin for...something. In a place deeper than memory, the old magic coils inside him, primal, instinctual. He can call animals, raise plants, produce water and flame. He is a druid, a druid to his bones. He can feel the life of the world flowing in ley lines near and far. But nearer still, he feels things not meant to be in the world--unnatural things, cruel things, things that could drive a man mad. Vano Martoff believes he is cursed. Not mad. Please, let him not be mad.
Likes:
Stargazing. Naps. Hot springs. Folk music. Being listened to. Dislikes:
City folk who shave but don't wash properly. Formal social events. Not knowing why the hem of his ceremonial hide is stiff with dried blood. Quirks:
Insists despite all evidence that Luneca constantly does funny, charming things. Speaks for the snake in a silly voice when he thinks no one is listening. Phobias:
Numerophobia. Has mild anxiety about counting change and other simple math tasks. Having to think about large numbers is worse, a brush with an existential dread. Worst of all is complicated geometry, charts and signs and angles that make him think that maybe the lines of the world aren't as straight as they seem, and something might be hiding between here and there. Also, he really doesn't like the idea that he might be crazy.
Submitted for your consideration: Sour Heck, Ustalav’s answer to the question, “Why can’t we have nice things?” Description and Background:
Sour Heck is a stony-faced Ustalavic mongrel, descended from an assortment of rowdy, randy Varisians and Kellids and Sczarnis. “My family fled ethnic persecution in the city,” he drawls, “but my mother tracked us down us eventually.” He speaks with the barbarous accent of the Graidmere swamp where he grew up. “When I was young, my family lived on a gray stew made from strained swamp mud and bilge rats old or sick enough for us to catch. Later, we fell on hard times.” However, when he’s at a tavern or campfire, telling a story of days long gone, he does a hundred different voices: peasants, merchants and nobles; wizards, whores and priests; humans, dwarves and orcs. It’s easy to close your eyes, lean back, and imagine the voices really are the heroes and monsters of legend. Little Heck learned the talespinner’s art as a child from a Numerian skald who washed up somehow on the slimy banks of Graidmere. “Old Krusp taught me spears and slings and battle-songs too. I became the most feared warrior in the swamp, until my sisters made me stop singing.” Heck traveled as the skald’s apprentice for years, bringing the oral history of the world to the most remote and ignorant corners of Ustalav. Performing beside his teacher, Heck discovered an unexpected talent for making even the most beaten-down Ustalavic peasant laugh. Sour Heck himself never laughs, or even smiles. He’s tall and darkly handsome, with sympathetic black eyes, but seems to carry an invisible boulder of pessimism as he trudges down the road. His morose attitude is such a pointed exaggeration of the Ustalavic national mood that it is impossible to take seriously. Every other sentence he speaks is a slice of gallows humor, spread thickly with irony, aimed to startle a chuckle out of an audience. Without even speaking, Sour Heck gets laughs with a well-timed arched eyebrow, a painful hunching of his shoulders, or a stinging palm to his face whenever life seems to be a particularly ludicrous farce. For a while he traveled with a Kellid war band that offered protection from bandits to merchants on the road, but left when they discovered robbing merchants as road bandits was less work and just as profitable. He tried his luck as a jester in the courts of Caliphas and the salons of Karcau, but found the line between amusing and offending nobles too thin to walk safely. Most recently he has become a kind of professional mourner, playing traditional Ustalavian funeral drum music and lifting the moods of the bereaved with strangely fitting black comedy. Sour Heck seems like the least likely threat to the myriad terrors that haunt Ustalav by night. But he's slouched his way to every corner of the nation, from the desolate slopes of the Hungry Mountains to the teeming wharves of Lake Kavapesta, from the most decadent lodges in the Lozeri woods to the most dismal hovels in Graidmere swamp. Along the way, he's met saints and scoundrels, spellweavers and swordswingers--heroes, in short. He's drunk with them, mourned with them, made them laugh amidst tears, kindled friendships on battlefields. He's also warned them--casually, ironically, sometimes apparently by accident, he’s warned them--that the Whispering Way, a cabal of necromancers who aspire to the to the power of Tar-Baphon is shaping a sinister plot in the shadows of Ustalav. To the most promising of these heroes he tells the tale of the Hawthorn Society, a covert order dedicated to ending the threat of the Whispering Way and their ilk. He doesn't exactly urge people to join. "They're doomed, of course," he says. "Then again, so is everyone else." Of all the rag-tag groups ever to challenge unspeakable evil, the Hawthorn Society is surely among the rag-taggiest. Some might think it a joke. But like all Sour Heck’s jokes, there’s a grim truth at the heart of it. If the dark powers don't fear the unfurled war-banner of the Hawthorn Society, perhaps they should...and perhaps they will.
Mechanics:
STR 14 (+2) DEX 10 (+0) CON 14 (+2) INT 10 (+0) WIS 10 (+0) CHA 22 (+6) AL: N
Defenses:
Offense & Weapons:
Feats:
Traits:
Class Features
Haunted Eyes (+4 to save vs. fear, energy drain, death effects, and necromantic effects.)
Skills:
Combat Gear:
Other Gear:
Handy Haversack, containing:
Special Abilities:
Spells Known: (Including bonuses from Dirge Bard* and Human Favored Class+
Level 1: 9
Level 2: 9
Level 3: 6
Level 4: 4
Like Eloise Tow, above, Sour Heck is a refugee from a Carrion Crown game that ended maybe halfway through Trial of the Beast. It was great while it lasted. You could check it out if you want to see our characters in action. I’m looking for a game with a strong RP focus, from the players and GM alike. Combat and tactics are great--I wouldn’t be playing Pathfinder if I didn’t like them--but I’d be disappointed if anyone was trying to rush past inter-party conversations.
Your character could be Numarian. Either playing in that setting, or an expat from the Technic League or whatever. Other backgrounds make sense. A Warpriest of Brigh. A Lashunta ranger. Anyone with the Technologist feat. Arcane Duelist bard would appeal too. Whip proficiency, enchant your own weapon without spending a feat, spell support, lots of melee-friendly bonus feats. I can understand people wanting to throw up roadblocks, but rules forum talk here: This is a legal use of the enchantment, right?
People love the Falcata for its 19-20/x3 crit range. A monowhip is significantly better, with a crit range of 18-20/x3, plus it hits touch AC and does 2d6 damage at medium size. Unfortunately, the list price of a monowhip is 70,000 gold, before enchantment. You can just buy a +1 Transforming light melee weapon for 12,500 gold and change it into a monowhip, right? Better still, a +1 Keen Transforming one for 18,500. Sure, batteries will jack that price up over the long run, but who doesn't like those savings? Heck, enchant it yourself and pay just 9,500. Seems like a golden option for any slashing grace whip character, such as a dex-based warpriest. (The monowhip doesn't allow you to add strength to damage, but dex is fine). You can keep the dang thing in whip form when you don't feel like burning batteries.
Male Human Barbarian (Savage Technologist/Elemental Kin) 1 :: HP 15/15 :: Init +2 {+4} :: Fort +4, Ref +4 {+6}, Will 0 {+2} :: Perception +4 :: AC 15 {17}, Tch 12 {14}, FF 13 :: CMB +5 {+7}, CMD 17 {21}
Thüm has been addressing the rocky outcropping where the Gathering first appeared. "...then Thüm's spear, of dwarf-iron wrought, bit deep into vermin captain's throat, freeing a red rush! The battle was ours!" He stops his recitation, and peers dubiously at the wall. "Stony silence may mean Gathering elsewhere."
Male Human Barbarian (Savage Technologist/Elemental Kin) 1 :: HP 15/15 :: Init +2 {+4} :: Fort +4, Ref +4 {+6}, Will 0 {+2} :: Perception +4 :: AC 15 {17}, Tch 12 {14}, FF 13 :: CMB +5 {+7}, CMD 17 {21}
Our fire beetle organ bearer left the game just as Kayla came in. Perhaps we could retcon that the departing android--who has darkvision, anyway--left that light behind? Perhaps Ozy could carry it, since it doesn't need to use both its hands.
Male Human Barbarian (Savage Technologist/Elemental Kin) 1 :: HP 15/15 :: Init +2 {+4} :: Fort +4, Ref +4 {+6}, Will 0 {+2} :: Perception +4 :: AC 15 {17}, Tch 12 {14}, FF 13 :: CMB +5 {+7}, CMD 17 {21}
"May be treasure under hollow hill, but nothing more valuable than gun," says Thüm, eyeing the gnome's weapon. "Gun worth more than gold, but taboo to Numerians. Tribe that finds gun gives it to Black Sovereign as tribute, pays no taxes for years--or hides it from his White Scars, keep as weapon of last resort. Only boldest warrior carries gun outside own lands. Unless..." the big man says, smiling down, "Gun looks like broken toy. But Technic League hard to fool about guns."
Male Human Barbarian (Savage Technologist/Elemental Kin) 1 :: HP 15/15 :: Init +2 {+4} :: Fort +4, Ref +4 {+6}, Will 0 {+2} :: Perception +4 :: AC 15 {17}, Tch 12 {14}, FF 13 :: CMB +5 {+7}, CMD 17 {21}
"Starting glorious adventures by killing vermin is ancient tradition," Thüm approves. "In battle-wise Göerta's first fight she slew seven giant rats in tavern cellar. Fourteen she was, and no fairer face has Thüm seen than hers, spattered with rat gore."
Male Human Barbarian (Savage Technologist/Elemental Kin) 1 :: HP 15/15 :: Init +2 {+4} :: Fort +4, Ref +4 {+6}, Will 0 {+2} :: Perception +4 :: AC 15 {17}, Tch 12 {14}, FF 13 :: CMB +5 {+7}, CMD 17 {21}
"And now Skunk Onna travels after vision--that is way of shamans, Thüm knows. Har! We are well met! Thüm is on path of glory. Spirits should guide him, but Thüm cannot see. Skunk Onna will be his eyes; Thüm will be her strong back." His massive, easy grin flashes in the dim cavern. "Mighty legends begin with paths joining!"
Male Human Barbarian (Savage Technologist/Elemental Kin) 1 :: HP 15/15 :: Init +2 {+4} :: Fort +4, Ref +4 {+6}, Will 0 {+2} :: Perception +4 :: AC 15 {17}, Tch 12 {14}, FF 13 :: CMB +5 {+7}, CMD 17 {21}
An umlat turns a Taldane "U" into a dwarf-rune. Knowing some linguistics, Onna might recognize this runic mix as the way Skald is written. "Onna's tribesfolk are reborn? Strange ways. Neighbor's beautiful daughter could be own great-grandfather. " "Gods take Aufruhrstählernvolk when we die. Three meadhalls have we, three gifts from three gods. Hall of Dreams, Hall of Giants, Hall of Steel. Only great heroes go to Hall of Steel. Thralls and chiefs go to hall of Giants, where thrall may be chief and chief may be thrall. Others go to Hall of Dreams. Aufruhrstählernvolk's greatest punishment is to be thrown out of tribe--meadhall doors shut for you forever, you freeze in dark, chased by giant wolves." Thüm chuckles at the image of some despicable exile fleeing from god-wolves.
Male N Human (mixed Varisian and Kellid) Dirge Bard 11 | HP: 107/90| AC: 18 (11 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +8, CMD: 20 | F: +13, R: +12, W: +14 | Init: +10 | Perc: +14, SM: +8 | Speed 30ft | Bardic Performance Rounds: 30/30 | Spells: 1st: 7/7; 2nd: 5/6; 3rd: 4/5; 4th: 2/3| Active conditions: none.
It's hard to think of a way to add two or three new characters in the middle of this fight without throwing any pretense of narrative continuity out the window. I guess we could just say the new players' characters were with us all along, instead of the three that let us down. That would kind of cheat the new players out of an introduction, though. Maybe we could flash back to the end of the Trial and have characters join us then, and say the dropouts' characters get crushed by troll boulders in the next few seconds of this fight. I know Iesha's heart is in the right place, but it's clear she can't post on a regular basis. We can continue with her as a guest star, if we recruit enough others. If we can't recruit at least two reliable players in the next week or thereabouts, I think this is as far as we can go.
Male Human Barbarian (Savage Technologist/Elemental Kin) 1 :: HP 15/15 :: Init +2 {+4} :: Fort +4, Ref +4 {+6}, Will 0 {+2} :: Perception +4 :: AC 15 {17}, Tch 12 {14}, FF 13 :: CMB +5 {+7}, CMD 17 {21}
"Blood Gar tribe dive deep with skins full of air. You made waterproof bags--have you made bags that hold breath? Gladly will I carry them. If spells fail ere we escape hollow hill, simple skins may save lives."
Male Human Barbarian (Savage Technologist/Elemental Kin) 1 :: HP 15/15 :: Init +2 {+4} :: Fort +4, Ref +4 {+6}, Will 0 {+2} :: Perception +4 :: AC 15 {17}, Tch 12 {14}, FF 13 :: CMB +5 {+7}, CMD 17 {21}
A broad smile splits the graying black beard of the burly man in leather, furs and iron. "No doubts or laggard questions have I, rockmother. Gladly I will I follow your kinsman"--he nods at Arkady--"to the hollow below the hill where your cunning man has fallen, returning with his body be it living or dead." If an ethnographer ever visited the land of the Aufruhrstählernvolk, met Thüm's people and heard them speaking, he would quickly identify an Ulfen influence in their way of speaking, their permanent winter residences, their weighty names and their slightly paler skin, all of which set them apart from other Kellid tribes--perhaps the remnants of a lost Iobarian colony that interbred and assimilated into tribal society. However, if an ethnographer ever had visited them, he was quickly punched to death for asking rude questions, so the origin of the tribe's cultural peculiarities must remain a mystery. Concern wrinkles the barbarian's brow, and he pauses at his task of whetting the immense poleax he's brought with him into the town hall. "One request must I make." He kicks the bulging rucksack at his feet. "Here are Thüm's things, his tent and his pot, his blanket and cot. If from dark caves he does not return, let them be sold, and let that little gold go to buy a raven from your priests, to be sent to Göertrüd Göertadotter to say that her father has fallen and the honor of her family is now hers to carry forward." Thüm smiles fondly at a vision of his eldest daughter raising a cairn to his memory.
Matthew Downie wrote:
Inspire Competence, Two sentences later : Quote: A bard can't inspire competence in himself.
For any weapon we name, there is a set of creatures that cannot use Weapon Finesse with that weapon. That should not be read to mean that no weapon can be made Agile. My interpretation/house rule is that any weapon can be made Agile, but the Agile enchantment only functions when the weapon is wielded by someone who could use Weapon Finesse with it. So, back to the original poster: I would let someone put Agile on a heavy shield, and any character that could use Weapon Finesse with that heavy shield would gain the benefit of Agile.
Eltacolibre wrote: ...for spontaneous caster the metamagic feat is sadly not an option, it takes too long to use... Hmm, I have to disagree. Using a metamagic feat will increase a spell’s casting time from a standard action to a full round action, which means no move action, but with a good range on spells and a good concentration check bonus for casting defensively, full casters should be able to get by on 5-foot steps much of the time.
Coltron wrote: Well I died in that campaign last night. Apparently lawful people are banned from this kings castle...As we passed through the gate I was disintegrated, no save, by a Glyph of Law Bane... You should add this to one of the "Worst GM Ever!" threads in the Gamer Talk forums. Laughing afterwards helps.
Righty_ wrote: SLA'S change casting times to std action. I'd love to be wrong about it. "A spell-like ability has a casting time of 1 standard action unless noted otherwise in the ability or spell description. " Dominate Person’s spell description specifies one round. The phrasing in the spell-like ability rules quoted above establishes a casting time for spell-like abilities that aren’t based off an existing spell; it doesn’t override existing spells’ casting times. Or so I read it.
CWheezy wrote: ...a reasonable encounter for the group would be three mariliths and some cronies. Mariliths aren’t great monsters for their CR, but let's roll with that. You don’t specify what the Marilith’s mooks are, but let’s suppose they include six succubi. Succubi A through F: I ready an action to use Dominate Person on the first creature that injures one of my mistresses and has not yet been Dominated. Shadowdancer: (Pops out of stealth, hits a Marilith) Succubi A: Dominate! DC 23 will save. Shadowdancer: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21 Succubus A: Well, that was easy. Kill your former companions. Shadowdancer: That’s against my nature! 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 22 But I’ll do it for you, sexy! (Poof into stealth) Former companions: ruh roh.
Shadow Knight 12 wrote: Actually, witches get all their class-granted spells when they gain a new familiar. The quote I cited above clearly says "These are in addition to any bonus spells known by the familiar based on the witch’s level." This means that the familiar knows all the spells that you would normally get just by taking witch levels, you only lose the ones you add via scrolls and other means. No, you're cutting that sentence off. The whole sentence is, "These are in addition to any bonus spells known by the familiar based on the witch’s level and her patron (see patron spells)." It refers to patron spells only. Reading it your way, a witch would have a net gain of two spells per spell level when she lost a familiar.
Glibness is a spell that is only on the bard spell list, no other. Its listing says it only has somatic components, but the bard class description says all bard spells have verbal components. There are other, less commonly used bard-only nonverbal spells, like Resounding Clang and Borrow Skill. Is this a case where the specific (the spell description) overrides the general (the class description)? Or do these spells have a verbal component when bards cast them? If the spell description overrides the class description in these cases, is that also true of nonverbal spells like Mislead, which can be cast by other classes?
Tiny Coffee Golem wrote:
The entire paragraph you quoted describes the second effect of the spell, protection from mental control. The final sentence of the paragraph makes it clear that the second effect (i.e. every benefit in that paragraph) only works if the source of the control is evil. Mental control by good or neutral sources is not prevented by Protection from Evil.
Matthew Downie wrote: The Cyclops (CR 5) scares me. They can get one guaranteed natural 20 a day, and their x3 crit weapon means that a critical hit is going to do around 50 damage (more with Power Attack), instant death to most level 5 characters. You know what would look good on a cyclops? Gunslinger levels. Dead Shot plus Flash of Insight with a large musket sounds like fun for the CR.
Voadam wrote:
You could not affect creatures with this spell to make them invisible or appear to be trees, correct. Hallucinatory terrain features should still block vision, however. It would be a strange interpretation of the spell to say that people on one side of a hallucinatory hill can look through it to see a duck waddling around on the other side. I guess if you interpret the spell to mean that insects buzzing around make the illusion become selectively transparent so that they remain in full view of all onlookers, it would be a pretty awful spell. Hopefully we all have more common sense than that.
At the top end, I think a level 20 witch would prefer to have 15 level 1 Pearls of Power than a single CL 20 Wand of Hex Vulnerability. True, there might come a day when you want to cast Hex Vulnerability 17 times, but I think the flexibility and and reuseability of the Pearls makes them the better choice. That probably holds true of any witch with greater healing hex.
Under A Bleeding Sun wrote:
So you’re arguing that a ranger with favored enemy: undead and a mace of disruption has a chance to poof into dust any creature she’s used instant enemy on? Fun. And that a ranger with favored enemy: animals could use instant enemy to cast animal growth on her party’s barbarian. Or on herself, for that matter. And that a ranger with favored enemy: plants could use instant enemy to cast command plants on opposing undead and constructs. Kinda sounds a leeeetle silly to me. I do not interpret the spell’s wording that the caster treats the target as a favored enemy for all purposes as meaning mean the target suddenly becomes vulnerable to effects that don’t apply to it. But hey, your game, your rules. Has anyone there figured out that they can use favored enemy: construct and a mace of smiting to make their critical hits instantly lethal to most everything in the game?
There’s enough ambiguity in the illusion rules that different GMs would rule different ways. In a game I ran, the caster would see through her own figments automatically, and if she told her companions in advance of a figment she planned to cast, they would get a will save at +4 to see through it when it appeared. Enemies entering into the fog would count as interacting with it, and get a normal saving throw. Enemies at a distance would have to spend an action studying it carefully to get a save.
Nefreet wrote: There isn't a rule that states you "can't", but since Pathfinder is a permissive game what you need are rules that state you "can". The rules do say you can. A shield is a one-handed weapon. The rules allow a medium-sized character to wield a large-sized weapon as a two-handed weapon, with penalties. One might argue that a medium-sized character gains no AC benefit from wielding a large-sized shield, but we’ve found no rule that says that. blahpers wrote:
Unlike a suit of armor, a shield isn’t something you have to fit inside. :) The straps on a large-sized shield are no doubt inconvenient for a medium-sized character, and the weight and balance might be problematic. Thus the penalties. The titan mauler archetype eliminates these penalties. blahpers wrote: Good luck finding a GM that will allow this stuff. Oh, that’s easy...I am a GM who would allow “this stuff”. Letting someone take a specific archetype in order to swing whopping big shield around doesn’t break game balance or tone. Is it really worth whipping up house rules to stop?
Xill’s Touch
As Ghoul’s Touch, and if target is paralysed, the caster implants 2d6 xill eggs in it. The xill's eggs hatch in 24 hours, at which point the young consume the host from within, inflicting 1 point of Con damage per hour per young until the host dies. The young then emerge and planewalk to the Ethereal Plane, if possible, to mature. A remove disease spell (or similar effect) against this spell’s DC rids a victim of all implanted eggs or active young, or they can be cut out one at a time with DC 20 Heal checks (each attempt takes 10 minutes). If a check fails, the healer can try again, but each attempt (successful or not) deals 1d4 points of damage to the patient.
I love the Banner of Ancient Kings. But. There's no way to keep it from getting sundered. It's cloth. Any creature from a tribal or feudal culture will recognize the importance of morale in a fight, and cut the thing off your spear. Ditto for military opponents. Ditto for anything with enough spell knowledge to recognize the magic item. One swipe of a blade from some 2-HD mook and your big Flagbearer bonus becomes a debuff for an hour. All the bonuses that you and your companions would normally get from Courageous weapons are gone. And on top of that, it takes a 16th-level casting of Make Whole to fix it, so until your party is leveled that high, you'll pay thousands of gold every time it's destroyed, if you even have a scroll or can jet back to a city. If you can provide ways around that problem, you will have written a very useful guide.
Remy Balster wrote: The [fire] descriptor spells have been a recurring theme in trying to counter my argument about the spell requiring the [light] descriptor if it was to emit light. I didn't go there originally, because it is entirely irrelevant... Is Glitterdust a [Fire] spell? Nope, and neither is Sepia Snake Sigil, another Conjuration [Creation] spell. But both emit light. Glitterdust's spell description says the created dust sparkles. You insist on reading this as the dust is reflective. This is purely your interpretation. Since the spell does not specify that the dust sparkles only when light is cast on it, it is a closer reading of the text to say it emits light. Since this explains how the dust visibly outlines invisible objects for the spell's duration, this is also an interpretation that harmonizes with the rules as written. Incidentally, I'm not writing to convince Remy--no textual evidence is going to change his mind. This is for gamers who search the forums for an answer to this question and stumble across this thread--it's important that the one voice giving the wrong answer not be the final word in the thread.
A beautiful and unscrupulous elf takes advantage of human’s ridiculous inheritance laws. She’s wed and buried seven human aristocrats so far, and her estates have grown vast. She has several half-elven children who look older than she does, and is encouraging them to start families of their own so that her great-great-great grandchildren can look after her in her old age.
Step 1: Read Dante’s Inferno. Step 2: Tell anyone who sees you that you’re making an inspection of Asmodeus’s realm on behalf of the other lawful gods. Demand guides and safe passage. You spent skill points on diplomacy, intimidate and bluff, right? Step 3: Make an inspection of Asmodeus’s realm on behalf of the lawful gods. (What, did you think I was telling you to lie?) Without actually saying it, give all the devils you meet the distinct impression that what you observe will get back to Asmodeus--watching them fawn over you will be amusing. Step 4: Make an inspection of interplane gateways part of your tour. When you get to one leading back to your homeworld, hustle your butt through it. Step 5: That thing you did that got you in this situation? Don’t do it again.
Lemmy wrote:
Moral of the Thread: If you play the Jurassic Park adventure path, make sure your party includes a velociraptor monk with Crane Wing.
Giving the rogue an auto-disable in that situation will set up expectations for the rest of the game--basically, that he can one-shot any mook he can sneak up on. If you’re comfortable with that, then go for it. Sooner or later, the rogue will sneak up on something you don’t want him to one-shot. Be prepared to explain why he can’t slit the throat of the evil witch as easily as he slit the throat of his big, burly guard.
There’s a subset of cursed items with negative effects that are much more powerful than the effects PCs can inflict on their enemies with non-cursed items. Avoid giving your PCs these big guns. A good example is Dust of Sneezing and Choking, designed to be a hazard for PCs to overcome, easily used as a weapon which can absolutely wreck endgame encounters.
Atarlost wrote:
There’s another kind of trap: pest control. Humans put all kinds of lethal traps in their houses, just not any that can hurt a human. Mousetraps, ant bait, glue traps, etc. A well-thought-out lair trap will be deadly to likely intruders, but harmless to the occupants. Gas traps in undead lairs. Appropriate energy traps in dragon lairs. Spiked pit traps in the lairs of casters with Overland Flight. We also can’t overlook the possiblity of poorly-thought-out traps in, say, goblin lairs. Back on topic...sorta... What’s the best 5th character to add to this party? Bard (Archivist)
I’m thinking a Bard (Daredevil) for the AC buff, but maybe a Bard (Magician) would work out better.
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