The best thread is always a player and GM idea thread. I am curious of any NPC builds you have come up with using the new Pathfinder Core Rulebook.
I myslef am a "Role"player vs "Roll"Player, so hit me with some great stories to back up your heros and villans. I will be posting mine soon as well.
The best thread is always a player and GM idea thread. I am curious of any NPC builds you have come up with using the new Pathfinder Core Rulebook.
I myslef am a "Role"player vs "Roll"Player, so hit me with some great stories to back up your heros and villans. I will be posting mine soon as well.
Why cant someone be both?
Why cant someone be both?
They can ;). That's just my prefference. I was just asking bout others experiments with NPC's.
Here is an idea for a dark paladin / cleric like npc / villian I've been pnodering.
Golderot (Goal - dër - ot)
Age 32
Human
Chaotic Evl
Attributes,
Should be strong and charismatic. Prides brute force over finesse.
Appearance,
Pale translucent flesh, he smells of rotted meat and urin. He wears black platemail, that seems battered and worn, yet radiates a magical aura strong enough to wilt the life from grass around his feet.
He stands a towering six feet and eight inches, and draped from his waist is a greatax, silver with black and gold trim. A faint red glow betrays its magical nature.
As he moves the leather black binding holding his mail in place loudly stretches and rubs over his muscular physique. His rugged face, as equally abused as his armor, has a strong well set bone structure. However the scars that cover those bones have stripped all the beauty, the flesh could have shown, away.
His eyes, one white and scared, the other as blue as a clear sky, stare violently through slits of rage and hate. But in both of them pain and suffering can easily been seen. His hair is short, unkept and brown, think and full. A single scar dares to create a bald spot starting just above his left eye traveling left and up, about four inches into his hairline.
History,
(Pick your favorite god of chaos, I chose Talos)
Golderot was born as a twin to his sister. But at birth he was thought to have died and laid to rest. However he was not, and he was buried alive. As an infant he laid in the coffin, starving and crying, his horse screams unable to penetrate the 6 feet of earth above his coffin.
On the fifth night his cries now only a mere whisper was finally heard. Near death and completely exhausted, he headr his tiny coffin begin exumed by tiny violently moving hands. The imp known as Hethinel had heard him and was curious as to the noise.
Upon the realization that there was an infant human in the coffin, still alive, albeit barely, Hethinel began to rub his gritty little paws together in anticipation of this mean. The child weakly, whispering a cry, and slowyly lifting his arm begged for nurishment, but the imp began to drool at thought only of desire.
As the imp lunged forward to gnaw a thunderous voice echoed in its tiny brain thrusting it back and to the ground, sending it a fury of appologies to its dake master. It crawled on its belly its face in the freshly dug soil, for it dared not look up in fear that its master would be there. Tears began to well in the oimps eyes as it continued to beg.
Although he was not there, Talos, saw through its servants eyes, and thought its thoughts, and now it would seem the dark god of chaos has seen an opportunity in this small, human, child.
"Bring the child to me, Hethinel," Talos's dark voice thundered through the imps head maddeningly. With every word the imp would slam its face into the ground harder and harder each time in hopes to overcome the voice, "your reward for this will be the silence of my voice."
With that the imp did its masters bidding. He traveled to the Dretched Caverns, and down for miles to the pools of chaos. There he tossed the human child into the pool, the pool which would take it to Talos.
For twenty years, Golderot, knew the dark love of Talos, a love no living creature should have ever known. He was taught to serve, to lust for pain and suffering, to hate irrationally, and to envy those in higher station and suppress those weaker. He learned new ways to inflict pain, a master of pain and torture an act he so loved.
But he was never shown an ounce of love, and he was reminded everyday of how his human parents threw him aside, never really knowing why. He was rapped and desacrated, beaten and torn, and molded into the perfect human image of Talos.
He was released back into the physical world, and serves Talos. He is a wondering cleric with Hethinel at his side. He travels with a small band of about twenty soldiers and they too are beginning to know the dark love of Talos. Rapping and killing men and women alike. They have been called by most the Human Monsters.
In the ten years or so that Golderot and Hestinel have been released, they have both learned more of the physical world than they ever knew. Hestinel secretely desires freedom of both Talos and Golderot and will do what ever it takes to achieve that. Golderot is hellbent on carrying out his dark fathers plans of plunging the world into as much chaos and destruction as possible, but he has also seen other who love, who help, and who care for their children. He wages a secrete war within, not knowing wether his adopted father told him the the truth. What if he was kidnapped? Is there more to existance than Talos?
This character explores several possibilities. What happened to the sister? What would happen if they met? What if he found out who is parents are and met them? Could he be redemed? If so how?
Playing Golderot;
Act confused at all times, but knowing full well what you intend to do and how you plan to act. You are insane, you have ZERO regards for life, human or otherwise. Cry irrationally, and pretend to force to laugh, Golderot has much to cry about but nothing to laugh for. Belittle other constantly, define your station as master of all you see, for you are the son of Talos, the rightful god of this world. You are smart, you are not stupid, do not pretend to be such. Human morals are nothing, only the laws of Talos have meaning.
Ok this is him, tell me what you think.
Character Name: Rebecca Mansfield (Bard 1)
Race: Human
Age: 16 Gender: Female
Height: 5'4" Weight or Build: Light Alignment: NG
Hair: Dark Brown Skin Tone: Olive Eyes: Brown Languages: Common
Personality Traits & Quirks: Health Conscious, Honorable, Lustful, Envious
Favored Class: Bard
Rebecca was training at the Bard Academy in Port Hannah on the continent of Aldonia (homebrew, could probably fit any setting fairly well) when the war for Aldonian independence broke out. She continued her training at the bardic college, but also learned guerilla warefare from the Ninja of nearby the Jakana Empire. She also learned the use of the Katana (Martial Weapon only) there.
By the time her training was finished, Aldonia had won it's independence. She has recently started working with a group of adventurers attempting to defeat a local group of slavers. When not hiding or attacking, Rebecca can be heard playing a confident, inspiring tune on her fife.