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I found the drow heritage alternate racial trait for half elves. Would that be a good replacement for the half drow paragon feat, or is the feat still required? I figure, with a half elf, I can spend the skill focus on use magic device, and then spend my initial feat on point blank shot towards an archer cleric whose familiar uses UMD to emphasize the support aspect. Thoughts?
Holy...damn...I did not expect that. Sorry for the slight disappearance. I worked a 14 hour, followed by a 12 hour with five hours of sleep between. Anywho, I was actually thinking about switching out Reuhne for a melee based character. That way, everything is filled. And yeah, I see you guys as cool people. If at all possible, I'd like to play another game.
Eh, spectral hand is boring to me. I'd much rather be in and out of combat, utilizing action economy while controlling or debuffing key targets. Honestly, I have no clue what kind of spells I'd use. I just intended for this to be a silver bullet mage mixed with nightcrawler. Tons of versatility, and proper positioning to pull off anything. In all honesty, I'd like a good debuff spell. Battlefield control comes naturally to me, but using debuffs is something I'd like to learn. What would you guys do? Level range: 8 - 15
School Savant Arcanist - Conjuration: Teleportation
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The idea is that the character flits in and out of combat, casting whatever spell he needs, wherever he needs to. Is this a viable option for a full 20 arcanist? If not, why?
He might as well flank. Reuhne couldn't contribute much, but, he could be another body. Look at you, oh brilliant one, he thought to himself. Maybe your parents were right. You might actually kill yourself. Approaching with his lone sword, Reuhne addressed the trog from the front with a defensive stance.
Seeing a comrade collapse in the midst of a battle is not something one wishes to see every day; especially if that comrade is an eleven noble, and you just so happen to be a soldier assigned to protecting him and your other friends. Without thinking, the elf dropped his bow, rushed to V's side, and hauled him out of combat. Moving him just behind Lexel, and knowing Lexel took a serious hit as well, Reuhne said, "Switch with me. I'll body block you two. I just need my bow."
1) No worries, man. I'm a noon here, too. It's a per player thing, and that extra digit can be found through "My Account" -> "Pathfinder Society", and then scroll down for the list of characters and their numbers. 2) I have no say over the dos or don'ts of another human being, so for the sake of liking the people that are here right now, and not really wanting to lose another party member/DM, Im starting to feel like we need a new player to join us. Additionally, Shifty is a temporary DM, and though I genuinely love is style, I do know that others need him, and we can't keep him. So, I'm open to finding a new permanent DM as well if that's what's needed to get us all back on the same page.
"Mage!" Reuhne called before ducking out and to the west, away from the Trog. The music inspired him, and such music always had an effect on him. Military prowess and defense were a great thing to behold much less hear about. In this case, Reuhne did not have spells to use, but he definitely felt useful. His bow came up quickly, and notching an inspired shot, the mage let one loose at stunted crocodile. Dice Rolls:
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This is what I have so far, before gold and equipment. I'm thinking elf might be a better choice, but I don't like the -2 to Constitution. Also, the 2 increases went to intelligence. (Abilities were rolled) I have too much free time: Inspired Blade 1/ Blade Adept Arcanist 6/ Eldritch Knight 1
Str 12
Health: 12 + 6d6 + 1d10 + 14
Favored Class: Arcanist
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So, going off of a previous thread I posted, I was looking around for a way to use arcanist style casting for a rogue mage kinda character. The strategy I want to go for is a battlefield control/buffer mage who can teleport in to execute key targets when they're vulnerable. Ex: party is busy holding off horde of skelies, and necro dude is in the background, summoning more. Arcane Trickster wouldn't work so well with the arcanist, so I found the idea of going one level rogue for trapfinding, and then the rest arcanist. Still, I'd like to add more damage to the execution spells, and saw blade adept. What do you guys think? Would it be best to get a spell storing rapier, and go exploiter wizard instead? Starting level is 8, btw.
Looking at the cleric, Reuhne figured it'd be best not to assume what her actions might be motivated towards, so, gathering up all of the loot he had previously put in his pack, the wizard walked forward and displayed them for him to make use of. "My apologies for taking your supplies. I am Threuhnadalinus, soldier of the Eagle Garrison. You may call me Reuhne if you wish." Then, he stepped back for the others to speak.
A thought suddenly occurred to him. This woman was going to be in his company for a hefty length of time. If she was going to act as such, he really aught to get used to it. This is normal behavior for a special woman, the mage mentally stated. "Thank you, madam," Reuhne replied while adding a slight bow. Looking toward the big door Asha mentioned, the mage side stepped the cleric, and paced himself toward it. Throwing his senses beyond it, the elf made an effort to hear if there was anything on the other side.
Waking up was easy, though unwanted. The bump now sitting where a temple used to be was acceptable, but itched with a passion. Rising himself up, Reune looked hazely at the woman next to him, and thought, Huh, she's kinda pretty, before recognizing who it was he was referring to. "Thank you! I'm good!" He said before hauling himself up. His knees were a bit wobbly, but a few seconds later, the elf found his standing ability to be sufficient. "Where's my sword?" the soldier hollered before finding it at his feet. Sheathing it with a cumbersome grace, Reune got himself situated, picked up his bow, and blearaly followed their suggestions. Stick in the back. Shoot where possible. Don't hit an ally. Got it.
Background:
Elves live long lives. Everyone knows this. An elderly human is said to contain a vast swath of knowledge that would fill a library ten times over. Elves, on the other hand, are different, for obvious reasons. Spanning beyond multiple centuries, and witnessing earth altering events, one might think an entire college would be devoted to what they know.
However, what happens when an elf, who is not brought up in elven society, who has no idea about his heritage, is thrust into the world of short lived communities? In this case, Teil, was an orphan. A simple wood elf, taken in by a human farmer and his human wife after they found him on the side of the road. The village they belonged to was a small one, and did not encompass much in the way of diversity, so when the boy was brought under communal care, suspicion ran rampent. For a time, the boy grew up as a loved son, and was raised a farming life. Yet, not all good things last forever, though this portion of his life would consist of far more than just a few years. A countless time was spent under his foster parents' loving care. Still, that same suspicion that had last two decades about an elven child in their midst spread news to other neighboring towns. That news would meet the ones who had originally slain Teil's origins, and soon after, Teil was hunted down, too. However, Teil's case of capture was different. Seeing the elf as a young lad, the hunter's figured they could get a good price on him, so they took him to the black markets of Belsamin. The elf assumed his foster home was gone, and knew that his parents were dead as well. Teil was old enough to know when something was not worth returning to, and while in his captur's care, knew that he had start focusing on survival. Once the party had reached the city, the boy being slung in a hemp sack, Teil remembered seeing sunlight, bright and full through the holes of the bag, and then, a sudden darkness. He had never seen cobblestone walls before, had not known the silence of a sewer as water dripped from sources unknown. All that consumed his mind was the slapping footsteps of the men of whom he belonged to. For a time, this was how it went. Darkness followed by scant torchlight, and a dark muttering or two, until eventually, light once more burst forth, but in a more sinister fashion. Widening a hole with one of his fingers, the boy glimpsed braziers bloated with flame, and symbols ground from stone walls. Memories of this moment seem to increase in pace from there. Hands were clasped, bags exchanged, and his previous owners' now gone, the opening to the bag was pulled open slowly, and eyes glared down at him. So began Teil's history with the darker gods. At first, the boy was treated no more than a slave, but as he gained usefulness and grew older, so did his responsibilities. Having relinquished himself to a cult of Frigg, Teil soon became accustomed to meanial tasks, and yet, none of the cultists ever struck him. They would ill him with vile words, or cast some spell that would keep him still for what seemed like hours, but beyond this, no harm came to him. Eventually, he learned to trust them in their own way. Having listened in to their conversations, and eventually deciphering their speak, Teil showed a keen mind that was quickly noticed. Years spent in darkness forced the boy to adjust to the light, and taught him a new kind of living. Figuring he had nothing left, the boy began worshipping this Frigg goddess as the rest of the cult did. What they did not expect was for him to actually gain her favor. That was the first time the cult took him seriously. Feeding him just enough information to keep him motivated, Teil was trained in their clergy, and then, taught the art of carrier. For a time, the elf was assigned letters to give to targets outside of his home. Similar cults with similar organizational structures would assign him returning documents, and so it would go. His career was excruciatingly difficult when Teil's target was on the surface, since guards and the like were always searching for one such as him. Yet, for a substantial allotment of time, the boy succeeded at his task. If he was ever caught, the boy would throw the letter down a storm drain, and then be released shortly after with nothing to be carried out on him. Ages would fly by in moments, and as the boy learned of each religion, though he would never read the documents, Teil was able to piece together his own knowledge of their places' in society. The ones he was associated with were all of darker intent than the surface world, and though they each showed similar fashion, he learned not so welcome knowledge that he often wished he'd forget. There were other carriers that he associated with from time to time, and though the cult of Frigg watched him like a hawk, Teil was still able to find some moments of serenity. Even though he was locked in his cage each and every night, the boy would always keep a metal pick of some kind on his being so he could sneak out. Here was where things changed, and fast. A group of carriers Teil associated with began organizing a means of escaping their leiges. Boys and girls alike, each was assigned their own purpose in this effort to find safety, Teil's being to find a goodly church willing enough to take them in. At first, when one resorts to another being for help, it is an uncomfortable thing, unless that person is personally aquainted with another. Imagine a boy, of whose past was taken from him, raised and trained to become a messenger of organized evil, who simply wants to escape it all. For Teil, this part of his life was the most difficult, and for good reason. Finding an individual willing enough to take in a group of adolescents who want a better life for themselves was a dream at best. And yet, they found one. This person, though, was not a cleric, or a priest. Not even a witch. She, Izabell Bjorson, an arcane practitioner of a minor college and agent to a foundation they knew not of, arrived to meet them in the most convenient of moments. Having taken a seat beside him at a surface inn, Teil was obviously surprised when a strangely dressed woman took a seat as if she owned it, and began spouting information about each of his cohorts in turn. After that little tid bit, she laid out his options. Persuade his fellow carriers to join her, and they will have safe haven. Fail, and his future will be doomed to service those of ill wishes. Teil instantly went to work, and yet, none of his collegues had any knowledge of this lady. Conclusions finally found one point. Trust an anonymous potentially benevolent exit plan, or potentially fall to another darker evil. Seeing as there really wasn't a clear choice between the two, Teil and his cohorts sped off to perform as the woman had instructed the elf, and sure enough, haven was found. Before they could enter her threshold, though, she made each and every one of them, formally and symbolically, renounce their connections to their respective cults. From then on, they became apprentices to her art, and have lived as she saw fit. Paperwork and documents were promptly made to assign Izabell as their guardian, and though some took longer than others, each in their own right was made a wizard. There were a few instances where Teil's compatriates loathed their new lives, but a word from Teil reminded them that it was better than stinking sewers, rusty cages for beds, and more than just a biting word as punishment. The boy knew he was lucky, for he had not been hurt like the others. Knowing he was the one to hold them together, Teil fell into the position of leader reluctantly, but also knew it was a blessing, as well. They trusted him, and he always looked out for them. Eventually, they would fashion their own lives out of the new world that Izabell had brought them into. Still, the day came when each in turn had to prove their loyalty to their matron. Each test was unique, but nonetheless challenging. All of them came out whole and unchanged. In Teil's case, Izabell brought him before the Prince Mhik-Lyssa, and instructed him to listen. The elf was given the option of joining an order called the Pact of the Prince, and any knowledge the boy had of the unholy cults would be vital to His Highness' organization. This was where Teil knew he belonged. Yes, the elf knew he had changed himself enough to resist their unearthly pulls, but Teil felt like he had not truly earned his place at Ms. Bjorson's side, and as a result, accepted the opportunity of serving her in this fashion. To this day, Teil has prepared himself for the challenges that await him in the City-Below. Voices still called him from dreams, and horrors haunted him from the shadows, and yet, his mind would be steel to all of it. He would prove himself against the dark. I've got into the habit of writing stories first, and making characters based off of the stories. This one took a left turn for me, and I don't know quite where to take it. Here's what I've got. 8, 12, 12, 14, 16, 17 (rolled)
I'm thinking I might have to cross class for Arcane Trickster, but considering no one likes ATs around here, I figure there's good reason. Anywho, thoughts? Note: Sorry for the rambling story, btw. It's a work in progress.
Even though it was a single claw, the wizard was not meant for combat, and knew he needed attention. He made a drastic error and needed to get back to his comrades. Pacing himself back out the doorway to the back of Asha, the wizard dropped his precious sword, hauled out his longbow, and waited for a clear shot at his newfound foe.
Just as a note, my character has no ranks in anything associated with Charisma. He's not burly either. Grapples are out of the question since he has 14 cmd. I'm better used as a flanker than a main tank. Suffice to say, my character's background didn't allow for him to have many battlefield control spells.
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