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Not quite "core races", but do you have room &/or interest for a Goblin Sohei (Monk) of Iomedae? Raised in a Monestary, Lawful Good ... let me see if I can find the story ... ah, here it is! It was written with a higher level in mind, but it should still work. Mushin is written as Vassal -- he has no interest in running his own kingdom, but is more than happy to help wherever asked. Mushin's Story: “Mushin!” The old priest was fairly typical of the area: a shaven human male that stood just over five Shaku (about a five feet) tall. His task was also fairly typical of this monastic orphanage: looking for one of his children. This child, however, was … not typical. “Mushin!” A small goblin stuck his head out from a small barn. His ears were so large, that some of the other children said that they were larger than he was. Others claimed that they could see him coming “ears first”. This naturally led to games of Hide and Seek, which Mushin typically won. “Mushin” the old man said sternly, “I told you – you can’t ride pigs.” “Of course I can!” Mushin answered proudly, “Watch!” “No, Mushin” the old man replied with amazing calm, watching the small goblin try to mount the oversized swine, “I mean you shouldn’t ride the pigs.” “Oh.” Mushin let the swine go and walked over to the old priest, cleaning off his simple clothing as he went. He waved to the family that he had been visiting. “I’m sorry for the trouble …” the priest began. “No, it’s alright” the farmer replied, “He’s a very hard worker. And he’s very good in the stables.” The pair headed toward the small village at the bottom of the mountain in silence – a walking meditation. When they reached the bottom of the village, the old priest sent Mushin inside the store to pick up a few things. Just as Mushin was finishing, the old priest saw dust approaching on the Imperial Road. Reflexively, he started calculating the speed of the approaching steed. Such things were hard for a retired Samurai like himself to avoid, but then that was why he retired. So he could die without attachments to this life. As the cloud approached, the old priest turned the event into a meditation – observing, with no attachments or prejudgments. At a distance he could discern that the saddle was a typical military saddle, and the flag flying indicated that it was a messenger bound for the Imperial Castle. It was quite fortunate that the old priest was practicing his observation, for when the steed came closer he noticed that the rider was unconscious. Or dead. “Mushin! Come quickly!” When the tiny child in an oversized basket hat came riding up to the Imperial Castle, the guards were unsure what to do. But the rider handed him a note that the guard passed off to his superior who passed it off to his superior. Soon enough, the head of the Imperial Guard came down. She was a late middle-aged human female Samurai that, if one looked carefully enough, one could tell was related somehow to the old priest. “Mushin, I am Kasumi.” The “small child” took off his hat, revealing to all that it was really a goblin that was underneath the hat. Mushin leapt off the horse as only an expert could do and lead the horse over to the Samurai. “Mushin” the woman asked, “do you know why you are here?” “Yes, Dono” the small Goblin answered, “because Sensei wanted me to deliver the horse to his daughter.” “You were attacked on the way here?” The holes in the small goblin’s robes told the tale. “Yes, Dono – but no harm came to the horse.” The woman nodded and began to lead the horse into the Imperial Sanctuary. “Come with me, Mushin. There are a few people I wish you to meet.” “Hai, Dono”.
Spoler Tags are not Cut & Pasting properly, but let me see what I can do.... Note: While this character is very cheesy, it is cheesy in an Anime' sort of way -- which means it needs the right audience (GM & other players) to really work right. Didn't notice that until after the initial submit. Anime' Conventions used: Perverted Old Man, Plutonic Harem. We could implement LEO ("Low Earth Orbit" -- in other words, but socked into outer space & such) with a Metagame Artifact (q.v.). Roger Lovarius "Peeping Tom" Thomas. Neutral Good "Gnome" (Aasimar w/ Gnome Appearance) with a penchant for voyeurism (his "fatal flaw"). Wizard 20 / Druid 20. Familiar: Lonnie Lara Lyrakie (Lyrakie). Cohort: Lanoth Luthenia Lumens (young Gold Dragoness). Animal Companion: Roc ("Roxie"). Meta story info:
Lanoth is his conscience; Lonnie is the Temptress, though with a "good flair". "Time to have some fun!" sort of thing. Roxie is the bodyguard/mood indicator. His "animal nature", if you will. Begin story:
"So, why are we here again?" the pretty blonde asked aloud. "So Roger can spy on the mayor's daughter" the silver-haired elf replied.
There was silence as the large gaggle of women looked about. They were all above average in both attractiveness and intellect. In fact, there was not a single "commoner" among them. Herbalists. Healers. Acolytes. Soldiers. Scholars. Even a few noblewomen. The women looked at Roger in unison. The squat, plump big-nosed gnome was hiding behind a bush, staring out at something. Presumably the mayor's daughter, but with him one never knew. A young woman -- the Mayor's daughter -- came crashing through the bushes to Rogers left. Nope, he wasn't looking at the Mayor's daughter. The attractive politician put her hands on her hips and cleared her throat. "Hush" Roger said under his breath, "your mother is taking a bath." "You know Mom is going to have you run out of town, right?" "What else is new?" Roger asked, still distracted. "Take me with you!" The gaggle of women looked incredulously. "You see!?!" asked the first. "I mean, why on earth are any of us here?" "The Goddess of Wisdom has a strange sense of humor?" the silver-haired elf speculated. Roger simply looked at the newest young woman. "Oh come on! There's nothing for me here! And you can just drop me off at the nearest town ..." "Won't work that way" the silver-haired Elf interrupted. "That's what we all said -- but we're still with him. Go home ... please." "No! You get me out of this quaint little town! I want excitement! I want ... something besides tea with the Smithy!" "Oh, right" the attractive blonde mused, "that's why we left. For excitement." "Well, we do get that." "Now listen" the Mayor's Daughter continued, "I know a secret! A merchant just came through town with a message -- there's immortality for anyone that can find this special village!" Roger yawned. "I'm already immortal. Discovered that secret a few years ago." "I'm not" the young Dragoness, Lanoth, interjected. Lanoth was always trying to help Roger stay on the straight-and-narrow. It was a full time job. "Think of your followers. Don't you want to help them?" "Yeah, I suppose" Roger answered less than enthusiastically. "But if you find them Immortality" Lonnie said conspiratorially, "they'll always be pretty." The young Lyrakie always knew what to say when "duty" and "honor" weren't quite enough. This got the Mage's attention. "And wiser and more intelligent than ever" the Dragoness added. This got Roger's attention. "Well what are we waiting for!?!" "I hear" the Mayor's daughter added, "that there may be a Godhood available for those that qualify." "You had me at 'always pretty' ..."
To continue 6: the large group would use the clues provided by the mysterious merchant, combined with spellcraft, to find the village. It would be a team effort. GM Wolf: Spell &/or Armor Idea:
Just moved, internet is spotty. Well, actually I'm just too freakin' old to be sitting on the floor, and I don't have a Wi-Fi hub yet. I will have one Saturday. Re: Cruch: Yes, that helps a lot. I am an old fart, so I call that a "Character Sheet". 'Cuz in the old days there was no room for "fluff" like concept on the character sheet (though, ironically enough, the "fluff" is now where I always start). Off topic: has anyone else ever used a stack of 3x5 cards for their character(s)? (One stack = one character)
Limited computer access. @GM Wolf: Like MonkeyGod, I don't fancy the process of creating a 20/20 character only to be told "go take a hike". I always do concept first, and that takes both time & energy. Not to mention the iterations where I go "oops, can't do that". Roger would be a healer (Druid was not on your list -- intentional oversight?). Will create an avatar if there is serious interest. But being ignored is hard to interpret. And for heaven's sake, someone tell me what a CRUNCH is!
5. 30 Social / 30 Intrigue / 30 Godhood / 10 Other 6. See below. Spellcasters tend to have good divinations available to them; he'll use those + his other resources.7. I could see Wilbur being allied to him (as he is somewhat "squishy"). Also possible for pretty much any "good" character (or at least not "flat out evil"). Unless, of course, that is, they had a "forced background". Like "Azulth the Slayer is my fourth cousin, twice removed. I mean, I hate what he does for a living, but whaddaya gonna do ... he's family." Actually, that could be fun. Roger Lovarius "Peeping Tom" Thomas. Neutral Good "Gnome" (Aasimar w/ Gnome Appearance) with a penchant for voyeurism (his "fatal flaw"). Wizard 20 / Druid 20. Familiar: Lonnie Lara Lyrakie (Lyrakie). Cohort: Lanoth Luthenia Lumens (young Gold Dragoness). Animal Companion: Roc ("Roxie"). Meta story info:
Lanoth is his conscience; Lonnie is the Temptress, though with a "good flair". "Time to have some fun!" sort of thing. Roxie is the bodyguard/mood indicator. His "animal nature", if you will. Begin story:
"So, why are we here again?" the pretty blonde asked aloud. "So Roger can spy on the mayor's daughter" the silver-haired elf replied. "No, I know that! I mean, why are we with Roger in the first place?" There was silence as the large gaggle of women looked about. They were all above average in both attractiveness and intellect. In fact, there was not a single "commoner" among them. Herbalists. Healers. Acolytes. Soldiers. Scholars. Even a few noblewomen. The women looked at Roger in unison. The squat, plump big-nosed gnome was hiding behind a bush, staring out at something. Presumably the mayor's daughter, but with him one never knew. A young woman -- the Mayor's daughter -- came crashing through the bushes to Rogers left. Nope, he wasn't looking at the Mayor's daughter. The attractive politician put her hands on her hips and cleared her throat. "Hush" Roger said under his breath, "your mother is taking a bath." "You know Mom is going to have you run out of town, right?" "What else is new?" Roger asked, still distracted. "Take me with you!" The gaggle of women looked incredulously. "You see!?!" asked the first. "I mean, why on earth are any of us here?" "The Goddess of Wisdom has a strange sense of humor?" the silver-haired elf speculated. Roger simply looked at the newest young woman. "Oh come on! There's nothing for me here! And you can just drop me off at the nearest town ..." "Won't work that way" the silver-haired Elf interrupted. "That's what we all said -- but we're still with him. Go home ... please." "No! You get me out of this quaint little town! I want excitement! I want ... something besides tea with the Smithy!" "Oh, right" the attractive blonde mused, "that's why we left. For excitement." "Well, we do get that." "Now listen" the Mayor's Daughter continued, "I know a secret! A merchant just came through town with a message -- there's immortality for anyone that can find this special village!" Roger yawned. "I'm already immortal. Discovered that secret a few years ago." "I'm not" the young Dragoness, Lanoth, interjected. Lanoth was always trying to help Roger stay on the straight-and-narrow. It was a full time job. "Think of your followers. Don't you want to help them?" "Yeah, I suppose" Roger answered less than enthusiastically. "But if you find them Immortality" Lonnie said conspiratorially, "they'll always be pretty." The young Lyrakie always knew what to say when "duty" and "honor" weren't quite enough. This got the Mage's attention. "And wiser and more intelligent than ever" the Dragoness added. This got Roger's attention. "Well what are we waiting for!?!" "I hear" the Mayor's daughter added, "that there may be a Godhood available for those that qualify." "You had me at 'always pretty' ..."
GM Wolf is this too cheesy?:
Staff of Wishes (5 charges / wish)? So many levels of cheese that I choke on it, but ...
Oh, I'm still here -- but is there still room? I have several concepts rolling around in my head: 1) Funky Phantom knock off -- Ghostly Scaredy cat with detective followers. Since I can't figure out how to do the "ghostly" part properly right at the moment, classes are undetermined.
Etc. The trouble is always trimming them down.
Right. Still not used to this format ... obviously. Can't even keep my Avatars straight! *lol* Yeah, I've been playing PbP (though not on this board) for well over a decade, and I have yet to see a d20 character level. But on the off chance that it does happen, I'd rather not screw myself in advance. Speaking of which, I forgot to add my preferred class bonus, which for me is always skill points. Given that he's Drow, I should probably put it in Intimidation (background skill) ... but is there something else that the group needs ATM? Biggest problem right now is spending the 5k on "mundane" equipment. The 1k will go to a "bag of holding, minor"; not the foggiest how to spend that much without blowing it on a Mount. *lol* I'm going to leave the attribute selection "as is" I think, though I would like some clarification on how this whole "point buy at levels" thing works. After further research, I think I'm going to try the "Monk(Sohei)/Wizard" Eldritch Knight. It's a bit weaker than other combos, but it's in character for him -- and seems more in keeping with the campaign. So, yeah, other than a promised "backgrounder" (extra story) and some calculations, I think I just have to figure out how to spend that money. *lol* Oh, for the record: while I've been gaming "for freakin' ever", I'm relatively new to Pathfinder. Like when one of the PCs said he'd been DMing for 33 years I thought "hmmm ... that's pretty close to my time as well". 'Course now I can't keep my systems straight ... *lol*
I don't know if you'd call it competition, since I'm still getting used to this format. :D So, something like this? Mirrendier ElfBlood: Sometimes you just know you're different. Mirrendier was born a Drow, raised a Drow, and forced to do Drow things. But he never really liked it. It just seemed to him that cruelty, backstabbing, and destruction was no way to expand the Kingdom. No one outside of his family knew such things, of course; but in his family he was called ... "elf-blood". "Not really Drow". One day he was assigned to a raid on the surface world. The raid went well enough, but Mirrendier found himself separated from the others. Downed by a human arrow, he was left for dead by both sides. He awoke to find himself being cared for by an elderly human woman. He learned a few things about the surface world from her. He learned a few human songs from her. He enjoyed her tea and her company. But he did not have long to enjoy his time. Cheliax goons came by and took her away. "Tax evasion" they said. They never looked in the house, so they never found him. One would think that "tax collectors" would be smart enough to look for wealth -- to confiscate it for "taxes". So Mirrendier called their bluff, took the guards by surprise, and freed the old lady. But there was a price to be paid. He was imprisoned for a myriad of "crimes against the state". It was just like home ... except that these "humans" weren't as subtle about things as the Mistress was. ----------- Male Drow (Noble Blood) Wizard
Key notes: Always uses a total disguise (including a full Mask). Depending on how the group operates, this is "unless his identity as one of the Eight should be known".
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