.. and there's that.
I feel your pain Reb, I'd like my Con to be higher as well.
Though that opening for the substitute(s) is pretty broad then. I could have tried my scheming Sorcerer idea as well then. Scheming but a real blaster nonetheless. So many options available.
As to my current Barbarian I stilll feel he misses something more in his story. See him as an eager to do his duty second-in-command or favoured underling. Set him a goal and he will fulfill it no matter the costs, he needs guidance besides his obvious hatred for the narrow-minded thinking he has endured.
Also Bonus Points for anyone recognizing which iconic character my Barbarian would like to imitate.
Here is some feedback from the players:
Seren:
Mysty - The timing is just perfect...An arsonist thief, just as we are trying to sneak into the watchtower and basically burn it to the ground.
Lady Rose - cause the backstory is awesome, and her character seems like a really good fit with Nahia and Seren. She wasn't lying, the RP potential here is just massive.
Moloc Romoth - Not wickedly evil, but definitely not good, cool concept.
Fausto - Again great concept.
Nahia:
Fausto - I like his setup alot. From a fluff perspective, his personality fits well, and I am liking his style of evil, at least from what I have seen.
From a crunch perspective, a strong melee-er is always welcome, and an inquisitor is always nice.
Mysty - Seren is right on the money on this one, you couldn't ask for better timing and her personality seems right on point for us. Also, her written work seems pretty good, so I would expect some good RP. Also, who doesn't love halflings (kender don't count)?
From a crunch perspective, I already mentioned about having another spellcaster (and rogue) in the party.
Lady Rose - I'm not as sure about this one as Seren is. I could see the RP going very well or very badly. Hard for me to tell at this point, but I'm leaning towards very well. That said, she is still very high up there for me.
From a crunch perspective, again, a strong melee-er is always welcome. Also, having a melee lady could be interesting too.
Moloc - I like this concept too. This could be interesting. Though, I would like to hear more about his desires and goals, other than just revenge. Of course, being singly focused on revenge (if purposeful) could be very interesting too.
Kazul - There is some possibility here, but is half-orc too monstrous for this campaign? Would have liked to hear more about his characters story.
Looks as if lizardmen are too exotic for tastes :P
Nonetheless i'll post Vashkaji's salt mine escape regardless.
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Btw I left the identity of the voice somewhat vague on purpose so you can work out who or what it is based on the game. My view is that it could be asmodeus but it could be any devil serving him really. I also left the sex of the voice undecided as well for the same reasons.
Thanks for the nice feedback as well.
Crossing my fingers. :)
Just to ease any fears, I'm not a spotlight hog. My goal is, is to take what the characters have already done and try to weave myself into that.
Based on what I've read in the game so far, this is exactly the sort of game I love best. Moderate pace, great characters, players who are clearly dedicated, and a focused goal that everyone is fully invested in. That's pretty much the perfect combination to create a compelling narrative and I want in!!
Because I'm currently on vacation I'm posting and checking in from my phone (it is a huge pain in the ass to edit my character on my phone) so I'm waiting to post changes and write out a Salt Mine Escape scene. I'll get to it as soon as I can.
Thanks for the feedback. I'm glad at least two players think Fausto would be a good addition to the game.
As promised, here's Fausto's daring escape.
The man raised his pick and struck the hard rock again, shards of salt sprinkled on his bare, bloody back. He winced in pain as the whip’s kisses hadn’t quiet healed yet. But he’d be damned if he let out a cry of pain. Not for these low-life guards. He shuffled his feet and moved about but the heavy chains weighed him down; his ankles were bloody and raw where the manacle attached the heavy ball to his feet. And all the salt in here wasn’t helping any. They said he would last less than five years but it had only been a month and he wasn’t sure he would last till the end of the year.
Although he had called on The Dark Lord’s blessing for some minor healing when alone, he had resisted the temptation to heal himself completely. They hadn’t found out that he could command magic and, if he was ever going to escape from here, it was best to have a few surprises up his sleeve.
The lash from the whip followed by the harsh tone of a hypocrite woke him from his reverie. Fausto knew that he could kill these guards easily. The idea of wrapping his chains around that scrawny neck was very appealing but then what? He had no idea where he was and no idea how to get out of here. He was brought down here unconscious and hadn’t seen the sun since then. Oh but they came to visit him.
The same self-righteous knights and paladins that tortured him on a regular basis demanded to know who he was working for. Fausto resisted at first without uttering a word but the pain was too strong, almost unbearable. It wasn’t pain that he was scared of; he had plenty of practice with that. He was afraid of ending up maimed or worse and he needed to be at full strength and whole to enact his revenge. They were pitiful as torturers and he easily bluffed his way through their interrogations. Fausto would resist as much as possible and then utter shrieks of pain. The hardest part was trying to keep a straight face as he saw the torturers’ smug faces when they ‘broke’ him. And these people worshipped the Merciful Goddess!
Oh, how he dreamed the shoe was on the other foot. He would teach Mitra’s chosen how a real torturer conducted himself. After weeks of torture, they hadn’t come close to getting any useful information; they hadn’t even come close to finding out what Fausto really cared about.
He spoke to the other prisoners every chance he got; he had to somehow keep his wits about him if he was ever to escape. But the few men and women around him had all given up; they were little more than walking corpses just waiting to die. Except for Chiro, the old man turned out to be one hard son-of-a-b+&@#. But not very smart. He still glowered and snarled at the guards, earning him endless punishment. But he was tough. They seemed to be the only prisoners in this part of the mine that the interrogators still wanted to continue ‘talking’ to.
Another day or he thought it was another day when the guards came to kick him awake. Fausto started going through the motions when he noticed that Chiro was absent. After listening to the guards talk, he gathered that a new interrogator, Sweet Lady Marissa, had come to the salt mines. Fausto shook his head and started to prepare to face the new ‘girl in town’. It wasn’t long before Chiro was back; he was being escorted by two soldiers. And Chiro led them to his stash of extra food, where the man had also managed to keep a makeshift ‘poker’ of sorts. Had Chiro been broken? But then why was he smiling?
One of the guards, a burly, sadistic worshipper of Mitra, bumped into Fausto with enough force to knock him into the hard, salty rock. Fausto, caught off guard, slammed into the wall, his brow broken and bleeding. The man chuckled on his way past him, “You’re next! Scum.” Sure enough, a few minutes later and he was being escorted to see Lady Marissa. But they didn’t go to usual torture chamber. His instincts instantly sharp, the inquisitor took in the new path he was traveling. It ended in an iron door where Marissa was waiting.
But there were no torture elements in this room; it didn’t smell of blood and sweat. It had no aura of terror. The room was sparingly furnished with a table and two chairs. On top of the table was a flask of what smelled like wine and two cups. Lady Marissa was a sight to behold; long blonde hair framed a beautiful face with high cheekbones and a sharp nose. She was wearing little more than a flowing, white dress that did very little to hide her beautiful body. Fausto was almost gone but he recovered quickly and guessed what was about to happen.
Lady Marissa ordered the guard to hold Fausto for a second longer. She sauntered in front of him and whispered arcane words into his ears as she swayed in front of him. She never guessed that The Dark Lord had blessed Fausto with hellish resistance to enchantments, especially those from Mitra’s chosen. Quick on his feet, Fausto feigned a dumb smile that alternated with looks of lust. Lady Marissa smiled back and offered her ‘new friend’ some wine to cement their friendship. She ordered the guards to remove the chains from Fausto and wait outside. Half an hour later, she ‘gained’ all sorts of information from her new friend. Fausto fed her information that would take her a few days to confirm and enjoyed the wine. He’d be damned if he let on what was going on.
Yelling was heard from outside the room and the two guards quickly came inside. “Lady! There’s some disturbance down in the mines. We must get you out to the surface.” Lady Marissa agreed but insisted on taking Fausto with them. When the guards told her that it was a bad idea, she showed her mean streak and ordered them to do as she said. She smiled at Fausto and told them that her ‘new friend’ would behave. Her new friend wanted to see the sun today. Fausto smiled and nodded like the village’s fool.
They continued down the tunnel and boarded some sort of cart inside a deep mine shaft. After pulling on a long chain, a bell sounded above, and they were hoisted up. It seemed that the ride would last forever but at least Lady Marissa had quieted down for a bit, letting Fausto plan his next move. Once outside, there was another tunnel but the inquisitor could see light not too far away. They followed the light and Fausto’s eyes felt they were being pierced by sharp needles. Once outside, he was pleasantly surprised to see only a small guard house. When he looked back towards the tunnel, it was clear that the mine itself was well guarded with the only way out being the shaft he had just ascended. Guard that shaft well and you control the mine.
But he was outside! When he heard the guards being ordered back inside the mine, he knew with certainty that his Dark Lord was looking out for him. He tried really hard to keep up his dumb smile hoping Marissa would not figure out his ruse. But she was too confident on her powers. How could she know that he was protected when they didn’t even know he was ‘blessed’. In the end, she was just another arrogant fool, like all of Mitra’s chosen.
And she died, like all of Mitra’s chosen should, by the only true power in this world, that of his Dark Lord enacted by Fausto. The inquisitor almost felt sorry at the surprised look of the Lady, her mouth open as she groped for air. But Fausto would not let go of her throat, enjoying every second. Ah, it felt good to extinguish another arrogant hypocrite.
Too much fun too soon. Now it was time to run and lay low for a while. No doubt they would be looking for him after they found Marissa’s body. But that was OK; he’d been hunted before. And now that he was free, he could do a little hunting himself. But first he needed to know where he was…
Comments/thoughts are welcome.
Game on!
Fabian
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Umm. Would paladins and LG inquisitors torture someone? I'm just wondering if that's the case in talingarde. Still it's well written, I can see how it could be interwoven with my story as well, as I could have caused the disturbance that gave you your break. Just change the time to night "when the powers of darkness are exalted", to quote dracula. Just a thought. It could just as easily be another salt mine.
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I'm glad I'm not too late.
For your consideration, my character is Victor Argustine the Lawful Evil Half-Orc Unarmed Fighter.
Left alone in a world that despised him, Victor attempted suicide by jumping from a nearby waterfall. It wasn't until he jumped that he realized he wanted to live and swore he would do whatever he had to, as long as he could have revenge for his mother. His head hit a rock and he suddenly had a vision of a stooped old man with a cane, his features indefinite. The man exhaled and Victor heard a booming echo "AND YOU SHALL"
Waking on a nearby shore, Victor knew immediately what he must do. First he studied under an unnamed master, a follower of The Mistletoe Monk, for years until at last he was told he could begin his journey. Next, he would crush his uncle and then show the world his savior's will.
Victor broke his chains and removed the gags from his allies. The pickpocket cringed as he forced a small pick from the skin inside his cheek, spitting it out. As Victor broke the chains holding the old guy, the pickpocket unlocked their cell door.
Victor couldn't help but smile and slow down as he started to see more of the guards' dead bodies, but his two companions ran for the gate. He had received the last of his guidance for now - or so he thought, until the pickpocket came back to him and cheerfully suggested: "You should come with me to Aldencross"
Point buy for stats:
Str 19(+4)|Dex 12(+1)|Con 14(+2)|Int 16(+3)|Wis 8(-1)|Cha 13(+1)
Offense: BAB 4|CMB +8|Unarmed Strike +8(1d3)
Defense: Init +2|HP 42|AC 16|touch 12|flat-footed 15|CMD 19|Fort 6|Ref 2|Will 0
Feats: Improved Unarmed Strike|Kirin Style|Power Attack|Enforcer|Smash|Kirin Strike
Skills: Perception 1|Stealth 2|Climb 7|Intimidate 10|Bluff 3|Kn(Arcana) 9|Kn(Local) 10|Kn(Dungeoneering) 7|
Kn(Nobility) 5|Kn(Nature) 4|Kn(Planes) 4
Traits: Speed 30ft|Medium|Darkvision 60ft|City Raised(+2 Kn Local, prof w/ whips & swords)|
Gate Crasher(+2 to Sunder and break objects)|Intimidating|Languages-Common, Orc, Abyssal, Draconic, Giant|
Reluctant Apprentice(+1 to Kn Arcana, class skill)|Civilized(same for Kn Local)
Equipment: Still workin on it, but so far just a +1 Chain Shirt under a hooded robe.
Let me know if you have any questions or think I'd be a good fit.
Umm. Would paladins and LG inquisitors torture someone? I'm just wondering if that's the case in talingarde. Still it's well written, I can see how it could be interwoven with my story as well, as I could have caused the disturbance that gave you your break. Just change the time to night "when the powers of darkness are exalted", to quote dracula. Just a thought. It could just as easily be another salt mine.
Zealous, religious-driven people will do just about anything. Just look at our real-world (past and somewhat in the present).
However, I can certainly change that or maybe Fausto thought they were LG paladins and inquisitors. You know, being so long in those mines does things to your mind. :)
I would be Ok if you tied your escape to mine (or not).
Game on!
Fabian
Inspired by one of the greatest films of all time, Apocalypse Now, I finally managed to cobble something together. I stuck with my original Focus and Foible roll and also my original idea of an ex-cop although he is no longer a serial killer.
He's missing a fair bit of crunch because that is all on a character sheet at home. I'm at work for a couple of more hours but I will add in what is missing soon, definitely before Monday.
Any thoughts, suggestions or other feedback on what I have for now is much appreciated.
This is born_of_fire BTW.
Family: Sourat was born into a well-off family, his father a military administrator and his mother a sister of Mitra. Blessed with two sisters and a younger brothers, Sourat is the oldest of the four siblings. Thanks to his family’s connections and standing he got to traverse the easy road to success. As a child he learned how to read and write, saw plenty of the world during the travels of his father and as a young teenager he became an assistant to his father. His mother passed away while birthing his youngest sister. This is the moment where a shadow fell over Sourat, giving the ever looming darkness the opportunity it was looking for. A man cannot live without his mother and in the middle of the night, when the world was quiet, he started hearing the whispers of a mother who could take care of him, a warm and caring woman who would embrace him if only he wanted so.
Career: The tutelage of Carsus, an elderly administrator whose eyes were failing him, taught young Sourat all the basics of what being a Publican is all about; keeping track of everything you encountered and did. Spoken words are fleeting, nothing but a breeze that passes you by, whereas the written word is a testament for the ages. Discipline and being meticulous are the foundations upon which he built his career, but this framework failed him when his mother was embraced by Mitra. His neatly kept records no longer gave him any joy. Sourat started exploring darker sides of himself in this period and it was then that he came into contact with seedier elements of Talingard. The things people wouldn’t do for a silver piece or two! Or to spare a silver piece or two! Even better, some would willingly give their flesh instead of their coin. The path of debauchery welcomed him and slowly his acts of sin became darker and darker. He’d volunteer to bring the crown its money in the poorer parts of Talingard, knowing well that it was there that desperation could be found. Merely handing over one’s flesh wasn’t good enough for him no more. Mother approved and when his fantasy had problems formulating even lower lows for him to sink to, she’d whisper him some profane inspiration.
A history of debauchery: There comes a time when a man finds it hard to take the next step. Not because lifting one’s foot up to take it is an impossible task, but because he’s already free-falling. The taboos that the followers of Mitra dare to whisper about became familiar territory in only a year or two. Carnal pleasure became a thing of pain, suffering and the application of violence. If it wasn’t his silver tongue and good looks, it was his office that helped Sourat get what he want. In the remote corners of the kingdom, where poverty wasn’t banished yet by the followers of Mitra, he thrived. He enjoyed the frontier, the untamed wilderness and its easily abused peoples. Yes, some fought back and sometimes he had to abuse his power to silence an angry man or woman. But it wasn’t until that fateful night that Sourat had to use deadly force to keep his debased exploits under wraps. The air was ripe with summers, the sweet pollen of life floating on the afternoon breeze. Dying tendrils of light tried to hold on to the world, but were firmly pushed out by the ever hungry darkness. Sourat’s eye had fallen on a peach of a girl, barely 19. She was returning from the fields, carrying a heavy basket on one shoulder. His horse towered out above her, as demands his position, but he wanted nothing more than to kneel and grovel at her feet for her attention. Her father, a yeoman farmer who had always paid his taxes in time, was gone to serve under the count. A plan formulated in his mind at such a pace that it scared him; whereas virtuous people say no by reflex, the sinner thinks hards and deep before he opens his mouth and stuffs his soul with that what he shouldn’t. To have a way of getting her come up that fast? Oh, perhaps it were the years of experience, he thought to himself. “There are rumors that there are orcs about, young lady”, he said in a steady voice. While it was true that there were such rumors, another aspect of that truth was that there are always rumors of orcs being about. It was the naivity of the girl that saved him there. The words wouldn’t convince a worldlier girl. She stared up at the man bearing robes of a noteworthy office, in awe of the majestic steed he rode. “It is best if I escort you back home and perhaps, if your family would be as kind, have me over for the night before I move on to the next village come tomorrow.” She couldn’t help but nod and Sourat dismounted, knowing that she wouldn’t open up if he didn’t lower himself to her level.
He knew that her mother was no longer alive. That her older brothers were with her father, training under the supervision of the count’s master of arms. The fact she hadn’t said no meant she was willing to say yes to his other question. How wrong he was. In his eagerness to sate his vile desires, he had failed to notice the sweat that was gathering on her brow and the trembling of her hands. Just as the mighty steed trampled all that was in his way, the girl hoped this awful moment would pass rather sooner than later. It wouldn’t. The light died and darkness swallowed all when a piercing scream ran across the fields, like an arrow with no target, an act of desperation. A sound that didn’t carry itself that far was the meaty thumb of a fist connecting with the back of her head. She tumbled forward, falling lifeless onto the cold unwelcoming ground. “All I wanted was your beauty, for you to surrender part of it to me!” he cried. “Since the moment I saw you, all I wanted was to feast on it! And your eyes, they said yes when I first saw you!” Temporary insanity kicked all sane thoughts out of the door as Sourat fell to his knees and sank his teeth into the soft and still warm flesh of the fair girl. He didn’t stop until his hunger called no more. What followed was a rude awakening. The unforgiving stare of the sun blinded him as he blinked. Spears were pointed at him by three men on horseback who wore the colors of the count. The soulless body, discoloured by the imprints of his fingers and beatings of his fist, was a testimony to what had happened. As always, Sourat had made sure there was evidence of what had happened. Meticulous until death. His mouth was stained red with the maiden’s last gift. That what had given her life, given color to her beauty, covered Sourat’s face and hands. As the soldiers took him in, he smiled. She did give me her beauty after all, and how sweet it had tasted! How sweet!
Pennance: What followed, hurt. The first blow that rocked his world was when the chains of his office were stripped from him. The second blow was when the local magistrate confiscated all his possessions. That what he had worked for to achieve, to make his, were taken from him. A life-time of luxury sang a dirge as justice hammered down on its coffin, pounding in the nails one at a time. Murder. Sin. The worship of a strange goddess. Cannibalism. Attempted vampirism. The list of crimes kept on growing with every sitting of court. Sourat heard none of it, because his all-consuming hunger raged within. Its screaming and howling were so overwhelming that Sourat didn’t even react when he was sentenced to die, but only after he had served twenty years in the saltmines to repay his debt to the family of the young woman he had murdered. That, and to give him time to think about what he had done, to find his way back to Mitra’s arms before he’d be parted from his mortal coil by the stroke of an axe. If only the hunger wasn’t so strong, he’d have pleaded insanity. A sane Sourat might’ve found a way out from under the death penalty, but Mother was kind and caring, and so kept his mind too occupied to even take note of it. In the first few weeks that followed, Sourat found illness and affliction. A cough that wouldn’t escape his lunges no matter how many times he coughed plagued him and kept him from being able to work. The shivers soon followed. Sweat gushed from his brow as inane babbling rolled over his lips. Those guards who had to bring him his food soon became sick. The priest who came to see him threw one look into the room, seeing a wreck of a man staring at one of the walls of his prison, and quickly concluded that it was the poisoning of the soul that was taking its toll. No help could be given to him now. Food and water were served through the window of his prison door and in this, Sourat found the first of many blessings of Mother. He didn’t have to work for the scum of Mitra, they worked for him. Those who came too close would become sick and the law had spoken; his head wasn’t for the taking for at least another nineteen years.
Salvation: The family of the girl hadn’t seen any money coming in for over two months now. Their complaints were heard by the local magistrate and he had sent letter to the prison. A priest and doctor were to examine Sourat. Boils disfigured his hands and arms and when the doctor saw these, he turned a whiter shade of pale. Silence conquered the prison cell until a defiant cough rolled out of Sourat’s lunges. “We must get out of here, now!”, the doctor yelled at the priest. But the man of the cloth knew that Mitra was watching and he stepped forward. The burden of Sourat’s sins fell on his shoulders all at once. The urge to rip his throat out with his bare hands, sink his teeth into his soft flesh and consume the stain of corruption inside Sourat, tugged at the man’s mind. He stepped forward, raised his fist, and struck. The doctor yelled, telling him to stop, but the priest didn’t stop until Sourat’s body stopped moving. It was then that he turned around and attacked the doctor. Footsteps rushed through the hallway, the hiss of steel singing its deadly song. Guards fell into the room and tried to subdue the priest, but with his bare hands he assaulted them and they were forced to strike him down. Death had finally found its way to Sourat’s cell.
Freedom: Sourat’s body was taken out of the prison by the doctor. He was to be buried at the Vi’Sapor’s family grave, next to his mother in the hope that she could guide him away from sin in the afterlife. But death had not quite taken him just yet.
The freedom part is vague as of yet, because I'd have to know just where he is now .. and what liberties I can take when filling in those details!
Hey, Saturday turns to be a bit hard for me to post. I'll read all a bit later and post a feedback. :)
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Would you approve of Vashkaji's evil method for his facial disguise?
Else i'll come up with something else.
"Too salty for me, freedom tastes better."
Escaping the salt mines.
For all his earlier discipline, Vishkaji got himself in trouble by piercing the heart of the man at the bar in public. Two guards dragged him out of the prison wagon. "Your clothes will become property of the overseer. Now get moving!"
He rose too slow for their tastes and they yanked his hair. It being a disguise, they actually yanked off his mask. "By Mitra, what is that? He's a....lizard!"
Vashkaji didn't take kindly to that insult, he looked furious, but kept calm. "What's it to you, mammal?" The guards looked in disbelief for a second, then forcefully dragged the chained nagaji out of the wagon before the overseer.
"I've heard quite the rumors about you and let me assure you, you'll be working hard....very, very hard. It should douse the fiery temper you have, for you'll be spending your life here. Hahaha!..off with him."
With a stern gaze at the arrogant man, he thought to himself Just you wait, i'll get out and when i do, i'll make sure to pay you in full.
So his labor began. He was tasked to the lower, harder layers of the salt mines. Hours were long, rest and breaks were short. But his military discipline and determination kept him going. One night he had a dream. The same voice that spoke to him near death on the cheliaxian boat spke again. "Scaled one, you have disappointed us. You've let yourself get captured, you've rendered yourself incapable of service."
I am not done for yet, i will escape and head out for Talingard.
"Dedication is a quality. Well then, make sure you do escape.", the voice faded. Vashkaji awoke briefly. I've got an assignment, and i don't just abandon my missions. Heh...one of the few things about the military i liked, getting a job done.
Over the following 2 months, he'd carefully study the posts of the mines' guards, any habits they would have. He saw an opening, one of the guards seemed to like peeking on the young female slaves. Though with several other guards posted, it would be too much of a risk to do it by himself. Thus he studied the slave system within. There was a group of men in reasonable condition who played alpha. Take out the leader and you take his place as strongest. Via several fights he finally could challenge the main man. The final words, before Vishkaji effectively ended the man's rule by snapping his neck..."You lost, and this is the price for your incapability.". He earned himself the service of the subordinates. With them i can make an attempt at escaping this place. The next day around the same time he instructed the subordinates to positions. While two were making a loud noise down a ridge two guards came on to see what happened. His men got into a fight, winning with going 6 on 2. He saw the pervert of a guard peeking again down the ridge at the now bathing women. Quietly he snuck up on him and kicked the man down the ridge, breaking many of his bones. "Ladies, he's at your mercy, have fun." He smiled, seeing the women drowning the helpless guard in a bathtub. He took the clothes of a dead guard, which included a full face-cover helmet. It took him a little while, but he managed to sneak out under the guise of a patrol guard. But not before paying a lethal visit to the overseer, whom by the next morning, was found with a letter opener through the heart.
"Now, as i recall i have a job to get to.", as the nagaji set off for Talingard.
If the active players don't mind, i'd like any feedback if adjusting would increase any chances he'd have.
So I'm working on the fluff for the character, but he's going to be a garuda aasimar monk (flowing monk). I'm thinking he took his training too seriously and didn't believe in the idea of surrender. That his monastery turned him over when he killed one of his fellow trainees.
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If you don't like my original, I also have an idea for an Azlanti Samsaran (or maybe just Human) Wizard who follows either Aroden or three other deities(depending on how long you listen to his story) because he believes that...
First, Ragathiel would slay Typhon, securing his position in Heaven. Then, the veiled master Aroden would use the trust of both the aboleths and humans to coordinate both the attack and defense of the Starstone at Earthfall. Having a collection of souls at his disposal, he would arrive at Hell's gate in the form Asmodeus knew him, as Barbatos.
Though he would sometimes still appear as Ragathiel's ally Aroden in order to battle the forces of chaos, he eventually found a worthy successor in Iomedae, allowing both Ragathiel and Barbatos to focus more time on their plans for the gates of Heaven and Hell.
Ok, I now see that my charm/enhancment/necromancy dirge bard is actually a filled role. My crunch is almost done because I've never made a bard before so it's taking me a while. That being said, would it be a better idea to just make a fighter(which I love playing)? or just submit the bard and take my chances?
Going to try and cobble together a list of mostly finished Submission (Minimum Requirement is a decent background and Fluff to be considered for list) Trying to group similar submission, but the below are in no particular order:
Mysty- Rogue 3/ Sorcerer 1
Vashkaji – Rogue 4
Kung Moon – Flowing/Vow/Qinggong Monk 3/Unarmed Fighter 1
Victor Argustine – Unarmed Fighter 4
Lady Rose - Antipaladin(LoD) 3/Thug Rogue 1
Cedric – Anti-Paladin 4
Moloc – Barbarian (Invulnerable Rager) 4
Kazul The Bear – Barbarian 4
Whaykim Panuvel - Inquisitor 4
Fausto - Inquistor 4
Sourat Vi’Sapor - Cleric 4
If I missed you please let me know and I’ll add you to the list.
THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE!!!
*cue Queen soundtrack*
Alright Davor "the liar" Elan. Human Dirge bard and former member of the choir in the church of Mitra. Questions comments? I've never played or made a bard before so there may be errors. Feedback is appreciated.
More Feedback:
Lucedar – Char: Kazul the Bear
Humm, This one was a short one but It was fun. One thing I would like to mention is that you barbarian as you described it, is more like a CE than LE. But still was a good read.
One other thing I want to ask: You want to use someone from the history to be his nemesis? Or do you plan to have me to create a new npc paladin?
Bane88 – Char: Davor Elan
Well, you can submit both! Why not your bard and a fighter? :D (But if choosen it will be only one.)
Billybrainpan: Waiting for char submission
Misty: I liked you background and you char is really well made. I liked the part when her bloodline is made awaken and the sending to salt mines was real good too!
Smileybastard: Waiting for char submission
Kayne Rhal: Waiting for char submission
Gilthanis: Waiting for char submission
Chyrone – Char: Vashkaji
Sure, you can use your disguise method.
I saw the background you created, how he was cast off and found by an servant of the Fallen one. Well-made and fun to read. It was interesting how he manipulated ppl around him to manage to escaped, it was interesting too he did it alone.
Moondragon Starshadow – Char: KUNG MOON
Well, this is a difficult one. I liked some parts of the history. It did not meet my requirements about crime/prison but that can change. Just one thing that I really do not liked: Multiclass + 3 different archs in a monk character. But I’ll take some time to look at the crunch in more detail. About the motivation, I think it will be fun (and potentially dangerous) see the villain playing the hero! :D
Lady Rose:
I must confess: Im troubled and in love with your char history. It has a really potential to go astray. But I found it cool. There are some things in the NPC attitudes that I would need to change (since there’s no way ever Tiadora would be your lover. Besties? Yes. Lover? Nops!) and sir Balin is already dead. But I liked her really. :D It would be cool to ready how you did in the salt mines and how you escaped.
born_of_fire - char: Whaykim Panuvel
I liked how you were able to show your char is a disciplined one. It was cool how he was caught, but I did not understand how he escaped the salt mines. Did he used money to escape?
Rasim – Char: Moloc ‘Spiky’ Romoth
Good background. I liked how you made sure to note that even when he is a barbarian, he was raised following rules.
ShadowyFox
rorek55
Well, I liked some parts, other don't.
Parts I liked: His code, motivation and what he tried to do.
The escape was short but that can work.
Fausto
Good history and motivation. Still waiting for the other part of the history!
Using a hot sorc to escape! That was fun!
As for the city, you can use the one you choose, there’s no real impact in the game.
RebBrown – Char: Sourat Vi'Sapor
Well, that was a disturbing and well-written background! I liked how you ‘escaped’. But I liked it and liked the music even more!
Kios – Char: Victor Argustine
You background was a short but well made one, I just want to note one thing: You said you escaped from branderscar, that will not do, the feat of having escaped belongs to the actual party members, that’s why you need to escape from the salt mines.
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Fausto
Good history and motivation. Still waiting for the other part of the history!
Using a hot sorc to escape! That was fun!
As for the city, you can use the one you choose, there’s no real impact in the game.
I'm glad you liked the 'escape'.
What 'other part of history' are you waiting for? I thought it was the 'escape from the salt mines' bit; I'm confused. :)
L8r,
Fabian
Thanks for the feedback DM.
Yes, Whaykim's escape as I envisioned it would have boiled down to spending a lot of money. He would have had gold set aside in secret accounts that would not have been discovered and seized when he was arrested. He would also have plenty of shady contacts and friends in odd places from his work; people that would be reluctant to associate with him now that he's been exposed and stripped off his power but whom he could press into performing one last favour, for old times sake, in return for that one time or that one thing Whaykim did for them in the past.
His escape is from the salt mines because it would take a great deal of time to round up a sufficiently trustworthy associate--probably his barrister--and get the gold together then figure out a way to create a chain of people he could manipulate and/or buy off to facilitate his escape: a warden that can be convinced he is underpaid as a fat stack of coins grows larger over the course of a compelling conversation; a guard with such a weakness for gambling that his debt will likely never be paid off but which Whaykim could take care of under the correct circumstances; a clerk whose wife has a great fondness for exotic furs that are very hard to come by but for which Whaykim just happens to know a guy; a teamster willing to look the other way so long as no one ever finds out what Whaykim did for him back in the day...
It felt like my submission was getting lengthy and I got the impression that the jailbreak was already past in the game so I thought a plausible method of escape without delving into the particulars would suffice. I can provide more detail if you like though.
I also have gear purchased even though it's not listed on my character atm. It's on the laptop with HeroLab and husband had to take that into work with him today. I'll be able to add gear when he's back.
Fair enough can I roll for my Fighter?
if so:
Focus STR 18
Foible INT 8
much better!
My character concept for my fighter is that I will fight with a longsword only. A human worshipper of Asmodeus he is proud of the fact. He wants to earn for himself the title of second sword as in second only to Asmodeus himself as a swordsman. I think his name will be Azan Orlind.
Trait: Consorting with dark powers
Feats: Skill Focus(Kn(Planes))Focused study human racial trait
Power attack, improved initative, eldritch heritage abbysal, Blind fight, weapon focus(longsword)
As I mentioned previously, I'm only able to check in and post from my phone right now. The Tiadora issue and the entire Sir Balin sub-plot will be removed as soon as I'm able to get a few minutes at a computer. Tonight, hopefully.
Are there any other changes you'd like me to make?
As for the Salt Mine escape, I'm thinking Rose just went with the tried-and-true method of seducing a guard and stealing keys and a uniform to walk out the front gates in, probably leaving the guard behind as a prisoner in his own prison.
What do you think?
Unfortunatly, Hound has wandered off to Rapan Athuk or else he would be happy to go along with Lady Rose.
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I apologize, but I'm not familiar in any way with the Salt Mines, so I wouldn't know how he would escape there, unless it's as simple as planning a diversion and breaking down a door/gate. Also, your group left the other prisoners unattended and yet the old man and others escaped of their own accord without the guards there, so I thought it might fit.
I can plan a more detailed history and breakout if you'd like and have it ready by Monday, but leaving things intentionally vague tends to create more opportunities for both myself and GMs to play with story elements.
And here is Bane88's fighter, I like him, but bard or fighter if selected I will enjoy either one!
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Fausto
Good history and motivation. Still waiting for the other part of the history!
Using a hot sorc to escape! That was fun!
As for the city, you can use the one you choose, there’s no real impact in the game.I'm glad you liked the 'escape'.
What 'other part of history' are you waiting for? I thought it was the 'escape from the salt mines' bit; I'm confused. :)
L8r,
Fabian
I'm just going crazy! It's complete, dont worry about it.
lot's of cool things
Don't need. I was just a bit confused how it was. It is interesting you choose to escape using manipulation/contacts other than brute str. :D
Are there any other changes you'd like me to make?
No. It's good.
As for the Salt Mine escape, I am thinking Rose just went with the tried-and-true method of seducing a guard and stealing keys and a uniform to walk out the front gates in, probably leaving the guard behind as a prisoner in his own prison.
What do you think?
That can work. Since you described her as someone beautiful.
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Lucedar – Char: Kazul the Bear
Humm, This one was a short one but It was fun. One thing I would like to mention is that you barbarian as you described it, is more like a CE than LE. But still was a good read.
One other thing I want to ask: You want to use someone from the history to be his nemesis? Or do you plan to have me to create a new npc paladin?
His lawfulness comes from the fact that he is that he is trying to control the urges within himself, but he is not chaotic. He only kills those he feels responsible for his tribe's death and not indiscriminately. As for his enemy, I don't know what the main knight's level is but given the fact that Kazul was low level (less than 5) when he attempted the murder, he would try and kill some decent ranking commander, not a legendary one! He may be a barbarian but he has some intelligence (13!). LOL...
The changes have been made to Rose's background. I'm pretty happy with her version of the Salt Mine Escape.
Looking forward to seeing the choices. :)
I apologize, but I'm not familiar in any way with the Salt Mines, so I wouldn't know how he would escape there, unless it's as simple as planning a diversion and breaking down a door/gate. Also, your group left the other prisoners unattended and yet the old man and others escaped of their own accord without the guards there, so I thought it might fit.
I can plan a more detailed history and breakout if you'd like and have it ready by Monday, but leaving things intentionally vague tends to create more opportunities for both myself and GMs to play with story elements.
The part in the salt mines was left without any information because I wanted to give you guys free reign, to create and describe as you saw fit. In my history, the players were the only ones at Brandescar, so there is no way you could have escaped with then. But don’t worry about this. If you have time and want to create the escape I’ll be glad to read, but it’s fine the way it is.
And here is Bane88's fighter, I like him, but bard or fighter if selected I will enjoy either one!
Well, I was surprised by your background. Order of the first Sword is something that can be really cool in the game. I liked how you described your escape. He killed everyone thinking that would bring anonymity, but he did not though that having others to escape, try to escape with him would be better to conceal his attempt. (Good Rp for his 8 int :D)
Background for Myras
I liked how you were able to create you background matching your stats and skills. It would be strange having him to be someone able to fool a mage while child and have cha and no bluff at all. Good work with this one.
Wish I had more time, but I will have to withdraw. Many great submissions, have evil fun all :)
Yeah...I'm withdrawing as well. I just couldn't get it done in time.
Excitedly waiting for selection!
@Bane88, no kidding. 21:51 here. :)
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If its not too late, Sardonis Fallow Anti-Paladin
Male Suli Antipaladin (Knight of the Sepulcher) 4
LE Medium outsider (native)
Init -1; Senses low-light vision; Perception -1
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Defense
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AC 22, touch 9, flat-footed 22 (+10 armor, +3 shield, -1 Dex)
hp 32 (4d10+4)
Fort +11, Ref +6, Will +9; +1 trait vs. divine spells
Immune disease; Resist acid 5, cold 5, electricity 5, fire 5
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Offense
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Speed 20 ft.
Melee +1 living steel armor spikes +9 (1d6+4) and
. . +2 light flail +10 (1d8+6)
Special Attacks channel negative energy 3/day (DC 17, 2d6), smite good
Spell-Like Abilities (CL 4th; concentration +9)
. . At will—detect good
Antipaladin (Knight of the Sepulcher) Spells Prepared (CL 1st; concentration +6):
1st—death knell (2, DC 16)
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Statistics
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Str 19, Dex 8, Con 12, Int 14, Wis 8, Cha 20
Base Atk +4; CMB +8; CMD 17
Feats Combat Expertise, Intimidating Prowess
Traits heresy, steel skin
Skills Bluff +12 (+22 to lie, +17 to feint, 7 to pass a hidden message), Diplomacy +11, Intimidate +16, Knowledge (religion) +9, Sense Motive +8; Racial Modifiers +2 Diplomacy, +2 Sense Motive
Languages Auran, Common, Draconic, Ignan
SQ aura of cowardice, aura of evil, channel negative energy, elemental assault, touch of corruption, unholy resilience
Combat Gear wand of enlarge person; Other Gear +2 armor spikes living steel lamellar (stone) armor, +1 steel snarlshield, +2 light flail, belt of mighty constitution +2, cloak of resistance +1, mask of stony demeanor, 242 gp
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Special Abilities
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Antipaladin Channel Negative Energy 2d6 (3/day) (DC 17) (Su) Positive energy heals the living and harms the undead; negative has the reverse effect.
Aura of Cowardice (Su) Enemies within 10 ft. are not Immune to fear and take -4 to saves vs. fear effects.
Aura of Evil (Ex) The antipaladin has an Aura of Evil with power equal to her class level.
Channel Negative Energy (Su) You can channel negative energy to heal the undead and injure the living.
Combat Expertise +/-2 Bonus to AC in exchange for an equal penalty to attack.
Detect Good (At will) (Sp) You can use Detect Good at will (as the spell).
Elemental Assault (1d6, 4 rounds) (1/day) As a swift action unarmed strike/held weapon is wreathed in energy and deals extra damage.
Energy Resistance, Acid (5) You have the specified Energy Resistance against Acid attacks.
Energy Resistance, Cold (5) You have the specified Energy Resistance against Cold attacks.
Energy Resistance, Electricity (5) You have the specified Energy Resistance against Electricity attacks.
Energy Resistance, Fire (5) You have the specified Energy Resistance against Fire attacks.
Heresy +1 trait bonus on all saving throws against divine spells.
Immunity to Disease You are immune to diseases.
Low-Light Vision See twice as far as a human in low light, distinguishing color and detail.
Smite Good (2/day) (Su) +5 to hit, +4 to damage, +5 deflection bonus to AC when used.
Steel Skin Can don/remove heavy armor in half the time. Crested helm gives +2 Intim with heavy armor.
Touch of Corruption (2d6) (7/day) (Su) You can inflict 2d6 damage, 7/day
Unholy Resilience (Su) You gain your Charisma Bonus as a bonus to all saving throws.
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Sardonis was once a promising Paladin, a strong leader, and a great negotiator. That was until he met Diana. A traveling preistess of Mitra, or at least that what she claimed. Over the years, he developed a relationship with Diana, blind to the truths that were obvious. But that is love, its blind to what people truely desire.
Late one night while preparing for a mission, Sardonis was met by the high inquisitor of Mitra. He was ask to help with a questioning of a suspected death cultist. As he joined the Inquisitor, they were soon joined by escorts. As they reached the cell, Sardonis was asked to remove his weapons. Thinking it was due to a dangerous cultist, he did as requested. As he he was led into the room, he looked around looking for the cultist, but was surprised to find Diana strapped to a wall. As he was about to demand an answer, two of the escort grab him, forcing him down on his knees. Over the next several minutes, Sardonis' armour was stripped from him and he was placed in chains alongside Diana. As the next hours pass, Sardonis discovered the truth of Diana's history.
The first was that she was part of group of cultists that worship death, or the power of undeath. Second she was using him to gain information of the movement of Mitrans of importance. For hours the information came, the greatest hurt came as the inquisition decided it was time to press for information. During the torture, it came to light that she was no longer human. What hurt the most was the part of her not being human, never suspecting, he was devestated to discover he origins as a vampire.
One with the skill in magic, and connections to power that allowed her to be able to convince others that she was a follower of Mitra for years. As her torture continued, she eventually started laughing at their attemps, it seemed in the beginning she played along to see what they would do. But she was tired of playing along. With a tug she broke free of the bonds. As the guards closed in around her, she performed some dark magic that allowed her to kill several with noting more then a flourish. With a glance she bent the will of the high inquisitor, commanding him to protect her. With a rage he turns on the remaining companions while she turned to him.
"My love, i wish I had so much more time to slowly bend you to my side, for while your currently mortal I truly did love you." She curesses his cheek, " For now goodbye, by the way, if you figure out what you want." She gives him a parting kiss, "Come find me."
As she left, she gave a parting wink. As she left the room, the high inquisitor collapses and the few remaining guards are quickly able to subdue him. As the weeks past, and Sardonis is blamed for the event. He comes to understand the hate for Mitra he harboured, that Diana must have sensed within him. Too bad all it did was land him in the Salt Mines, drained of power due to his loss of faith. He had nothing but time to resent what put him here.
As a year passed, the anger an resentment built, until it was all that he had. That was when there was a change, he discovered a shift in his powers that allowed him to access them in different forms, this time from fear and anger instead of divine grace. He also took notice of another thing, that his powers had an aspect of undeath to them, as if Diana had bestowed a gift upon them. As he thought this he realized that he had never lost hope in her, and that he would spend the rest of his life looking for to find her and a way for them to be together.
With a new goal in mind, Sardonis started putting his new power to use. Putting fear into the other prisoners, cowing them to his will. Getting them ready till the day he was ready to break free. It took him a month, to get what he needed. Then when he was ready he released the prisoners in a riot that would allow him to flee. Using them as a distraction, he stole a horse and took to the road, never looking back. Since then he has done what ever he could to advance his goal, seeking power as he needed it.
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Okay, I've the players choice in this recruitment.
First, thanks all that applyed.
Now, if you be so kind: Mysty, Lady Rose, Fausto, Sourat Vi'Sapor report into the Discussion so we can finish up your char!
Grats to those who got through