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what ive made so far... Male wilder Str 11 +0
Fort 2 1+1
HPs: 7
Power affinity: Spirit
Weaves known-
Elementalism:
Warding:
Heal:
Illusion:
well thats new. Used to be able to post open source documents that you saved to your personal account on here....
it adds alot of flavor text, new skills, new feats, new weaves, eliminates the PrC of both blademaster and WOlfbrother. The wolfbrother path is enabled by feats, and the blademaster is handled by skill (swordform). It also gives a person a change to be a member of the illuminator guild; shows progressions for trollocs to make them more difficult.
Under the dragons banner netbook with sword forms should we use the d20 WOT rpg book for all rules, including feats, feat progression, skills, skill allocation? Or should we use feats, skills, skill point allocation and feat progression from pathfinder?
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Been two years since i got an opportunity to play a pc in thw wot setting. Right now im running two wot campaigns where the pcs are 10th level. Questions i have:
im pulling out of this recruitment. I just cant compete with some of the character concepts that people have.
wow...go away for a weekend and the game you want to get in gets hit with over 150 postings from various people... @lucent, ill be fleshing out my character today and tomorrow.
Do I dare disturb the universe? -T.S. Elliot.
@LORAYNE THORNHALLOW: How do you see this character getting involved with the Eagle Knights/Knight-Commander Reinn? What do you see Lorayne's involvement being like? What special skills does she bring to the table? well, not too familiar with who/what the eagle knights/Knight-commander Reinn is; i was planning to leave that a little vague, but since asked... Id say that Loraynes husband was a scout for the Eagle knights, helping the knights trek through the cold wilderness. While he may not have personally known the Knight commander, a team was sent to investigate why Lorayne's husband didnt report for duty. Having found the burnt remains, the team tracked down Lorayne. Bringing her to the camp, she volunteered to help others out, and whenever the cold or hunger claimed the life of an innocent, Lorayne went on a rampage, howling at the wind with promises of revenge. So it was deemed that it would be wise to direct this unnatural anger towards this unknown foe.as for special skills... I was planning on having her pick up the throw anything feat, combining that with the hurler archetype, making her into a long range threat. Add into that a maxed out Intimidate check to demoralize opponents. As long as the opponent can see you, you can make the check. ill add a tweak, Lorayne would be a hurler/invulnerable rager. both stack, and the invulnerable fits well with Loraynes background.
I would do a Human female barbarian hurler, by the name of Lorayne Thornhallow. Lorayne's story is a tragic one. When the winter's cold wind blew in, the realm was unprepared. Food stores depleted, starvation started to take many of the smaller towns and villages, including the one where Lorayne and her family lived. As the coldness crept in, the family huddled together for warmth, yet it was not enough. In the morning, only Lorayne awoke from the cold night. Her husband, his arms wrapped around the boys, stared at her with lifeless eyes, while her sons still looked as if they still slept. Tears flowed from her eyes, only to freeze upon her cheeks. Despair wracked her body, causing her to grow numb to her surroundings. It was only the pain in her left foot that she realized that nightfall was coming soon, and with it, another night of deathly coldness. Yet she had to provide a proper burial for her family. The ground, frozen, dulling any attempt to dig a grave, she resigns herself to burning the bodies. Anger begins to build within her, an anger that she has never felt before. Deep, dark, twisted, it seeks vengeance. It seeks to claim those responsible for this, to make them pay, to make them suffer, as she will suffer for the rest of her days. Going through her belongings, she packs what she thinks she will need. Skirts, water, the little food she has left. Then she stumbles upon her husbands belongings. A suit of studded leather armor, a large sword, and daggers, lots of daggers. Picking one up out of its bandoleer, she throws it into the corner post. Her anger lending strength to the throw, she is amazed at how deep the blade has sunk within the oak beam.
Gathering the rest, she moves it all outside. Then she goes in and arranges her family into a position, each one holding something they cherished. Her son Ryn, his wooden dragon. The eldest Tryon, a wooden sword and shield. For her husband, her scarf that she gave him on their wedding day. Tears and sobs flow out of her as she walks out of the house. Looking at the family home, crying, she uses the torch and lights the house on fire.
As the flame burns, it grows stronger. Its hunger to consume makes it great. Nothing can stop the flame. It continues to burn, slowly creeping, seeking more fuel. I am just like that. Within me burns a mothers rage, a rage from the loss of her sons. Whoever or whatever has caused this unnatural coldness shall suffer a fate worse than death. He will suffer A MOTHER'S WRATH Lorayne stays the night, watching what was her family, her entire existance, burn to ash. Although the night is cold, the fire and her anger keep her warm. As the fire burns to hot coals, she reaches out and scoops up a handful of ash. Dumping it into a horn, she seals it, and slings it over her shoulder, a piece of her old life, for remembrance.
I'll put forth Lorayne Thornhallow, a ranger, unflappable in any situation. i have to stat her out properly but thatll be take care of tomorrow.
thisll be the DMPC for a couple sessions. and, i have a very weird concept for her, 1 level wilder, 5th armsman, 1 level blademaster.
hmmmm...i could be the rouge. go into battle, applying makeup to the pc's, telling them "its magic dust". An orc comes in for the attack, i stop him by saying "hmm, green is not your color, you should try more earth tones, itll be more natural, bring out that inner beauty".
Howdy folks. got an interesting proposal from a friend of mine and i could use your advice on it.
he gave us these guidelines.
so, usually i play the tank, but with this broad of criteria, i want to try something different but dont know the best way to build it. so id like to know through what combos would you be able to create a PC that can survive the longest against other PC's with the same available items.
in a loud whisper to my self that carries to trask
"alright boys, listen up. dominik is on point. you see movement, you shoot to kill. no questions. next will be me to give supportive fire. trask, middle man, use that pistol and sword combo when it comes to melee. nathan and brother malakai, guard our 6. Keep it tight! i want a spacing of 3 meters betw each person"
i do a hasty retreat out the door, throwing a wink at savrus. "like ol' times, eh?"
i turn my head at the strange noise, thinking someone is about to pull a prank on me.
i sigh a long bored sigh
"well, i may not know much bout this spaceship stuff, but i would have to say that the enviromental systems are out of wack with the ventilation system. id postulate that the enviromental computer systems think that this room could very well be a meat locker and is blasting it with cold air to keep the food cold...
i hold my position, trusting the company to take care of this rabble. i train my weapon beyond the shamblers, sighting into the door way, ready to fill the opening with bolter rounds should anything else step forward. WS 45 1d100=65+20 to full auto on the unfortunate thing that walks out next.
i bring up my bolter, sight along the barrel sights and wait to confirm if they are friendlies or hostiles.
"well, seems to me your making this a administratum job out of this." i shoot back, barking a loud laugh.
i shoulder the bolter, barrel down, safety off, finger off trigger well.
"id be careful sir. view port is frosted over, could mean theres a breach of hull integrity in that room. dont want to have someone get sucked through an inch opening..."
i take up a position behind trask, bolter held at the low-ready.
i as soon as the docking door is opened, i snap awake, bolter in hand, coolness emmenating from my body.
i find a seat, strap myself in, ensure that my equipment is also on my person, and promptly fall asleep... zzzzzzzzzzzzzz
I come walking out of my sleeping chamber, bolter in hand, casually checking the chamber, ensuring that my weapon doesnt have a bolt in the chamber (it doesnt) and in a respectful but sarcastic tone ask the most dreadful phrase that has passed through the eons... HEY! SARVUS!! ARE WE THERE YET??? seeing the rites in mid swing, i blush a pretty red shade, flash the aquila sign over my breast, and sigh loudly as i walk into an open spot on the left. |
