Ok, this is Ouachitonian's updated submission.
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Ivar is from Osirion, hadn’t really fleshed out which specific city he was from, but I’m happy for him to be local to Wati if it helps.
Here's Ouachitonian's submission. Ivar descends on one side from Shaitan, and on the other from the last independent dynasty of Osirion, the Menedes pharaohs. (He may or may not consider Khemet III a usurping apostate.) He has spent his life studying the history of his ancestral land, and it is always close to his heart, even when he has gone away to train for a few years (most recently to study the blade techniques of the Aldori). He hopes to one day join the ranks of the Living Monoliths, those rare ageless protectors of Osirion and her secrets. Mechanically, he'll start as a vanilla unMonk, then divert into Living Monolith at 6, take all ten levels of that, and presumably go back to monk if the campaign isn't done by then. He carries a sling and some blades, but he'll probably spend a lot of time punching things with his rock-hard fists. He's hardly the most skilled character I've ever played, but he does have some experience in climbing, swimming-the physical arts (it's the monk training, you see). He also speaks both ancient an modern Osiriani, plus Terran, and will be picking up Sphinx. I hope he gets a chance to pretend to be a statue at some point. Perhaps some RP later, but it's late and I have class in the morning.
You missed me! (Unless you were holding off because I said I might come back and fill in the background. Don’t worry about that, the crunch is done.)
Ok, this is Ouachitonian's submission. Ivar enjoys yelling "You Shall Not Pass!" at giants, appearing to be a bearded stone golem, wielding an entire door as a shield, and one-handing a huge freaking spear. But definitely not long walks anywhere. We dwarves are natural sprinters, after all. From a more OOC perspective, Ivar is a Fighter (Phalanx Soldier)/Paladin (Stonelord). He wears stoneplate, carries a tower shield in one hand and a Dwarven Giant-Sticker in the other. Phalanx soldiers are fun. Plus, the Stonelord archetype incorporates a lot of features of the Stalwart Defender PrC (the old 3.5 Dwarven Defender, essentially) but without the need to multiclass (plus DR/adamantine and fortification! Defenses for days!). Should be a really enjoyable combo for a tanky dwarven frontliner. I'll fill in some background at some point. Probably.
Good luck all!
Ok, here's Ouachitonian's submission. Ivar is heavily based on the Warhammer 40k idea of the Blank. Untouchable Ragers get SR instead of spells, then I'll be layering on save bonuses from various sources, and basically building a character who at least believes he can saunter into a Runelord's lair and shrug off whatever spells he or she can throw at him (that won't be quite right, of course). But he'll also be like a blank in that he's...not exactly personable. Not withdrawn and silent, that makes for bad PBP, more gruff and condescending toward non-dwarves. "Of course that spell took him out. He's an elf, isn't he? Not stout like we dwarven folk!" etc etc. I know the Crossblooded archetype hurts the saves focus, with its minuses to Will saves, but it's worth it for some of the feat choices the Arcane bloodline grants (Iron Will to negate the penalty, Disruptive, Spellbreaker, etc). I'll mostly be sticking to the Destined bloodline powers though, because it fits the defensive aspect of the character better. Also, it would be kind of silly to get no spells but then get blur and haste every time I rage.
It seems I keep getting logged off from this sitr, Ivar I can teleport you 30 ft. From my location pick a spot you want to end in Done.
"I'll take that help, Xandar." Ivar says.
Ivar quietly readies his dorn-dergar.
Ivar shrugs, the stony plates of his armor grinding together. "Fine by me."
Ivar checks out the room, paying special attention to any technology in the room.
Ivar moves to James and says "Let me help you with those wounds."
Ivar circles the construct to flank with his companion. "You dare to attack us, tool? This day will be your last."
Crit?
Ivar's eyes widen as the crane grabs James. He draws his dorn-dergar and starts forward, elemental companion following at his heels.
Ivar watched impassively. He'd heard tell of Azers, but never met one. They were impressive folk, these fire-dwarves. They seemed oddly carefree about the whole servitude thing.
As Ivar's companion steps behind the robot, the two of them attack together.
Companion:
Ivar shuffles past the pit, rounds the corner and lashes out at the last robot, shouting all the while. "In Trudd's name, I will end you!"
His companion dashes past him and reaches the robot he attacked, interposing itself between the robot and one of the azers.
"By Trudd, today you fall!" Ivar says, before laying into the robot that didn't fall into the pit, a flailing dervish of spikes and chains.
His companion tries to help out.
Ivar grumbles a few words in Terran to his companion, then lumbers forward with uncharacteristic speed, his companion following just behind. When he reaches the creature's side, he lashes out with his dorn-dergar.
His companion attacks as well.
Ivar and his elemental companion stay near the entrance, just in case something comes up behind them. While there, he heals himself of the wounds he'd suffered earlier
Ivar stays remarkably calm as he continues to take wounds. He pounds on the beast some more.
As he finishes thrashing at the beast, though, he channels a bit of divine power into himself.
Ivar keeps trying to hammer the creature into submission.
Crit?
His companion attacks as well.
The elemental seems to nod. At least, its head shifts and reconfigures in such a way as to suggest a nod. Then it moves and attacks.
Ivar himself continues to pound the creature.
Surprised and alarmed by the sudden appearance of the feline monstrosity, Ivar tries to beat the creature back.
"That's a good idea. Let's do it." Ivar says, and starts that way unless someone stops him, his companion trailing behind.
Ivar steps up behind Augar and swings his dorn-dergar over the priest's head in an attempt to hit the creature.
As he does so, his companion does its best to help.
Ivar calls in Terran for his elemental companion, then attacks the bird again.
His companion steps up and attacks as well, hammering the bird thing with celestial zeal
Drawing his dorn-dergar and stepping forward, Ivar whips it through a quick arc and lashes out at the nearest bird-thing.
"That's a good idea, Father Battlehammer." Ivar says, looking around to see if there's anything handy to seal the door with.
Ivar continues to batter the thing.
Ivar smiles a smile that one does not really expect to see on the face of a paladin. "Ye've got me right where I want ye, beastie." Ivar says, before pummeling the thing as best he's able with his +1 Spiked Gauntlet and his armor's (non-magical) spikes.
Ivar whirls his dorn-dergar as he circles around the creature, finally attacking once he reaches a position opposite Augar.
Gesturing to the various doses of...whatever it is, Ivar says "What do those...do, exactly?"
I'll have more time on my hands; I work in educations and all the schools around here are closed.
"Both of those sound like good reasons to hang onto it...err, them, to me."
"You know, Xandar, that reminds me of something..."
Ivar steps forward and continues to batter on the nearby gearghost.
As the gearghost closes in on him, Ivar allows his dorn-dergar to fall to the ground, and punches at the nearer ghost, then follows with a headbutt.
As his master attacks, Ivar's companion adds in a blow as well. *
"Gearghosts!" Ivar says. "I've heard of these!" then he readies his dorn-dergar moves forward to attack.
Ivar wraps his dorn-dergar and shakes his head. "I'll face any foe I can actually hit, but ghosts? They're just mist. There's nothing there. Frustrating."
Ivar steps forward, dorn-dergar flailing, and lashes out at the ghost. Then does so again.
Ivar readies his dorn-dergar, and his elemental companion likewise prepares for combat.
Ivar is a bit leery of the creature. "I'm no' in the habit o' takin' jobs from giant fey bugs, but someone has to keep the rest o' you lot safe." He shrugs, and grumbles something to his companion, then turns to follow the others. |