Shambling Mound

That Tree's page

42 posts. Alias of Havocprince.


Race

Sentient weeping willow thing.

Classes/Levels

Scout 1

About That Tree

PS 15 +2 bonus
DX 10 +0 bonus
CN 18 +3 bonus
MS 9 +0 bonus
IN 8 +0 bonus
CH 18 +3 bonus
SN 13 +1 bonus
MP 13 +1 bonus

Mutations
Energy Absorption Cold 17 +3 First 13 damage ignored
Gas Bags 12 +0
Heightened Con
Allurement 13 +1
Infravision
New Body Parts Tentacles

Skills
Detect Ambush 8
Hunting 3
Navigating 1
Tracking 1
Wilderness Survival 6

Derived Values:
THAC (Melee) +2
THAC (Ranged) +0
AC 18
MHAC +1
MD 10
HP 74
Health 13
Use Artifacts 0
Perception 14
Stealth 1
Remain Unseen 3
Robot Recognition Yeah right
Speed Walking 9 swimming 3
Read/Write
Swim
Ride

Cryptic, DM only:
Traditional Radioactivist, Energy Sensitivity, Symbiotic Attachment 16 +2.

Stuff 445 domar in a backpack, "BORED. Will work for experience and money." Sign, Yes/No sign. One rat thing.

Backstory:
That tree has wandered all his life seeking out new sights, new experiences, new ways to combat its unending boredom. It does not know why the great glow gave it the ability to form higher cognitive reasoning, neither does it care. It has flitted from land to land observing the vastness of Meriga and its people. Some times it has planted itself someplace nice and listened to the people as they teach their sciences, some times it has floated for years without civilized contact.

It remembers when it was quite small, it was easy to sneak in and study, now it is too large to easily hide among a potted plants and outside shrubs. Now it is finally ready to take the next float and interact with these "people", to become part of their society... and where better but a dingy bar in the biggest city in the world.