3SpdDragster
First Post
Let me read up on the crossbow thing. I think there are several thread dedicated to it and I will get back to you.
D&D 5E Assualt on Dire Wood [OOC]
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Let me read up on the crossbow thing. I think there are several thread dedicated to it and I will get back to you.
No cost to squire the spells, though? That's what I meant.
3SpdDragster
First Post
No just the copy cost
pathfinderq1
First Post
I am interested as well. I will iron out a concept and get it posted this weekend. At this point I am thinking of a wood elf (probably either moon druid or monk/rogue). Maybe she lost a relative/friend on one of the scouting trips into the area (or they are one of the ones who returned changed)- or maybe she is a surviving scout herself, burdened by survivor's guilt...
3SpdDragster
First Post
Sounds great to me!
I will be AFK till tomorrow evening when I should have answers for some of the questions posted.
Steve Gorak
Adventurer
I am very interested! My concept is a loyal roguish character, think han solo, with a bit of magical oomph.
the details would be: Human, fighter 2/rogue 1/warlock 2. I actually had prepared him for a game that fizzled, so will bump him to 5th level and will post soon.
Also, I don't know if this still is valid, so here is the array toll:
[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]
[roll3]
edit: omg, how horrible! ;-)
Cheers,
SG
the details would be: Human, fighter 2/rogue 1/warlock 2. I actually had prepared him for a game that fizzled, so will bump him to 5th level and will post soon.
Also, I don't know if this still is valid, so here is the array toll:
[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]
[roll3]
edit: omg, how horrible! ;-)
Cheers,
SG
Steve Gorak
Adventurer
Here is my submission:
[sblock=Background]
Dorn was born in abject poverty in the slums of Darromar, in the kingdom of Tethir. He never knew his father, and his mother, whom abandoned him quite young at the age of 11, was a woman of ill reputation and questionable morality.
From a young age, Dorn sought to escape from the slums. He had a good head on his shoulders and stayed around the docks, offering his services as a guide to newly arrived travelers.
This helped to fill his belly; not completely, but enough.
Unfortunately for him, he had a good heart, and never gave in to his shady acquaintances that wanted to recruit his help to lure these travellers and rob them blind.
The pressure was increasing and the small time thugs wanted his skin, so at the age of 14 he joined a ship belonging to her magesty's Queen-Monarch merchant navy as a deck-hand, to get away fron the heat.
He travelled for a few years with this ship, and was involved in more battles than he had hoped for.
Fortunately, he had a keen eye, and was as quick as a whip with a crossbow, making up for his less than imposing stature.
About the age of 17, his shipped was attacked by pirates. They weren't as lucky as they had been in the past.
After slaughtering his companions, the pirates were amused by his youth and his show of bravery during the combat, and threw him overboard to die in the sea.
Hands and feet bound, he was contemplentating his last thoughts as he was sinking. This is when she appeared, kissed him, and allowed him to breathe.
She had watched the combat, and amusement was not what she felt from his youth and bravery.
His memories of the time he spent with the Lady of Corals is quite hazy. She brought him to an island. They were lovers. Time seemed to stand still.
Yet, the pirates needed to be brought to justice, and he needed to live with others of his kind. He also felt she was growing tired of him, as a whimsical fey-lady would. She released him from her spell, yet she had touched his soul forever.
Dorn returned to Darromar, and relayed the pirate attacks to the proper authorities.
The thugs of his youth had grown, and still remembered him. He also felt disconnected from his home city so he decided to leave Darromar and wandered for weeks, joining ship's crews, and ended up in Yarthar, cloce to the high forest. This is when he heard of the wood elves woes, and felt he needed to contribute to something greater. Perhaps he could help.
[/sblock]
Code:
Name: Dorn Greycape
Class: Fighter 2/ Rogue 1/ warlock 2
Race: Human
Background: Urchin/Sailor
Size: Medium (5'8", 140 lbs)
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Alignment: LG
STR: 8 (-1)0 Save: +1 HP: 36 (1d10(max)+1d10+3d8+5)
DEX: 16 (+3)9 AC: 16 (+4 breastplate, +2 dex)
CON: 13 (+1)5 Save: +3
INT: 12 (+1)4 Speed: 30
WIS: 12 (+1)4 Init: +3 (+3 dex)
CHA: 14 (+2)5 Passive Perception: 13
Skills: Abilities:
*Acrobatics +6 Feats: crossbow expert, sharpshooter
Animal Handling +2
Arcana +2 archery fighting style: + 2 ranged weapons
Athletics +0 Second wind: 1d10+1
**Deception +7 Action surge 1x/short rest
History +2
Insight +2 Background feature: ship's passage
Intimidation +3
Investigation +2
Medicine +2 Expertise (Stealth, deception)
Nature +2 Sneak Attack (1d6)
*Perception +4 Thieves’ Cant
Performance +3
*Persuasion +5 Warlock invocations: Mask of many faces, devil's sight
Religion +2 Fey Presence: bonus action, wis save vs dc12
*Sleight of Hand +6 10ft cube emanating from character, charmed or
**Stealth +8 frightened until end of next turn
Survival +2 Warlock spells
Proficiencies:
Armor: all
Weapons: all
skills: Perception (fighter), acrobatics (fighter), persuasion (rogue), stealth (background), Deception (background - perception overlap), sleight of hand (human)
Tools: Thieves’ Tools (rogue), Navigator’s tools (background), vehicles (water) (background)
Languages: Common, Elf (Human)
Spellcasting:
Spell Attack Modifier: +5
Spell Save DC: 12
Cantrips Known: Minor Illusion, Prestidigitation
Spells Known: Hex, faery fire, comprehend languages
Spell Slots: 2/-/-/-/-/-/-/-
Feats:
Crossbow expert
sharp shooter
Weapon Attack Damage Type Range
Rapier +6 1d8+3 P
Dagger +6 1d4+3 P 20/60
Hand crossbow +8 1d6+3 P 30/120
Equipment:
gp Item
400 Breastplate
150 2 hand crossbow
6 3 daggers
25 Rapier
25 Navigator's tools
25 Thieves's tools
3 3x 20 cross bow bolts
16 Burglar’s Pack (16 gp).Includes a backpack, a bag of 1,000
ball bearings, 10 feet of string, a bell, 5 candles, a crowbar, a
hammer, 10 pitons, a hooded lantern, 2 flasks of oil, 5 days
rations, a tinderbox, and a waterskin. The pack also has 50
feet of hempen rope strapped to the side of it
total: 650
Common Clothes
Money: 200 GP
Personality Trait: My friends know they can rely on me, no matter what
Ideal: I help the people who help me—that’s what keeps us alive.
Bond: Dark forces murdered my crewmates. I will avenge them.
Flaw: My pride will probably lead to my destruction.[sblock=Background]
Dorn was born in abject poverty in the slums of Darromar, in the kingdom of Tethir. He never knew his father, and his mother, whom abandoned him quite young at the age of 11, was a woman of ill reputation and questionable morality.
From a young age, Dorn sought to escape from the slums. He had a good head on his shoulders and stayed around the docks, offering his services as a guide to newly arrived travelers.
This helped to fill his belly; not completely, but enough.
Unfortunately for him, he had a good heart, and never gave in to his shady acquaintances that wanted to recruit his help to lure these travellers and rob them blind.
The pressure was increasing and the small time thugs wanted his skin, so at the age of 14 he joined a ship belonging to her magesty's Queen-Monarch merchant navy as a deck-hand, to get away fron the heat.
He travelled for a few years with this ship, and was involved in more battles than he had hoped for.
Fortunately, he had a keen eye, and was as quick as a whip with a crossbow, making up for his less than imposing stature.
About the age of 17, his shipped was attacked by pirates. They weren't as lucky as they had been in the past.
After slaughtering his companions, the pirates were amused by his youth and his show of bravery during the combat, and threw him overboard to die in the sea.
Hands and feet bound, he was contemplentating his last thoughts as he was sinking. This is when she appeared, kissed him, and allowed him to breathe.
She had watched the combat, and amusement was not what she felt from his youth and bravery.
His memories of the time he spent with the Lady of Corals is quite hazy. She brought him to an island. They were lovers. Time seemed to stand still.
Yet, the pirates needed to be brought to justice, and he needed to live with others of his kind. He also felt she was growing tired of him, as a whimsical fey-lady would. She released him from her spell, yet she had touched his soul forever.
Dorn returned to Darromar, and relayed the pirate attacks to the proper authorities.
The thugs of his youth had grown, and still remembered him. He also felt disconnected from his home city so he decided to leave Darromar and wandered for weeks, joining ship's crews, and ended up in Yarthar, cloce to the high forest. This is when he heard of the wood elves woes, and felt he needed to contribute to something greater. Perhaps he could help.
[/sblock]
Binder Fred
3 rings to bind them all!
Yannock "Yann" Bole
A nature-based Fighter/Eldritch Knight. Big, tall, with a huge belly under an iron brigantine and carrying a *big* ironwood branch on his shoulder. Auburn sideburns go all the way down and tend to go wild.
[sblock=General intro: Yannock Bole]Yann, AKA the Loud, AKA the Large, was born in a log cabin in the back woods of Mintarn, the Free Isle of the Sword Coast. His father was a burly woodcutter, cutting masts and planks to repair sloops and pirate ships by day, telling tall tales and drinking beer by the frothy gallon at night. His mother was a sharp-eyed witch, brewing potions and pies, patching the wounds of humans, hobgoblins and wolves. He spent his youth running through the dappled woods and aspen-covered slopes of the Laughing Dagger mountains, with hardly any contact with the free-town by the bay.
One day, as hairs were beginning to grow in strange places, in a moss-covered cave he found a wounded god, its front leg broken and trapped, its head many-antlered, its face strangely human.
Since then the next few years have seen him grow up - but mostly out! Gotten huge on the fruits of continued adventure, he's sailed sloops and then ships, burnt his ears in the endless roar of mighty canons; shed blood, tears and laughter; loved women large and small... But sometimes - Sometimes a strange green light glitters from his grinning eyes. Sometimes grass grows in his footsteps. Sometimes wood greens and blossoms under his touch. Sometimes - Sometimes small forest gods walks by his side, and they smile to each other.[/sblock][sblock=Adventures]- Thundertree Island: After the cave, he started wandering the waves with his friends, beaching their small sloops on rocky shores, crawling over Sargasso-covered derelicts and diving deep for treasures and trinkets with knifes between their teeth.
They once happened on a small island with a huge oak at its center, its top lightning struck, its branches spreading almost the entire width of the island! They, of course, immediately decided they *had* to climb the thing. The nest of eagles near the top complicated things a bit, and quite a few not-inconsiderable branches bent and sometimes outright broke under Yann's weight, but overall it was a great climb, and the view from up there... Fantastic!
Only, as it happened, the iron tree was sacred to the grigs, bullywugs and pixies who inhabited the island AND were waiting for them at the base, alerted by the eagle's no doubt. They didn't look too happy for the desecration either... "Luckily" though, the grig shaman recognized that the strange purple lichen they'd been rubbing over on their up was a great disease afflicting the sacred tree, one possibly linked with the strange lights that seemed to pulse from under the deepest roots of the tree on certain nights...
With the help of some brave grigs, and pixies (the bullywugs refused to help), the party stormed a series of water-drowned caves and claustrophobic cracks until they could squeeze their way to the living contagion of the demonic Purple Lichen. Lichen-controlled - lichen-diseased - beasts confronted them, one memorable battle featuring a stuck Yann desperately trying to fend off a possessed rat swarm in the dark while his companions battled the swarm's other half on the other side AND tried to pry him loose at the same time! Finally, they confronted the main pool of the evil substance, in a bouldery cave right under the sacred tree. Only the lichen was ready for them, having possessed part of the holy oak itself and shaped it into a spiky iron-oak creature, the purple-glowing lichen draped across its back like a living, infinite cloak!
The battle was fierce, but the party somehow prevailed, one of the fighters cutting off the thing's hands just before it could squeeze the life out of their mage and Yann finishing it off with a warhammer blow to the side of the head.
The islanders were very grateful and forgave them their transgression, setting up a yearly festival race to the top of the holy tree in celebration of their deeds. And they gave them mighty gifts and much food, Yann in particular cutting off one of the iron-wood creature's forearms and making it into a weapon and shield that were somehow now bonded to him, as he'd been told to do in a dream (sent by the many-antlered forest god?), while his druid friend made a breastplate from the creature's chest.[/sblock][sblock=Character Sheet]5th level human Fighter/Eldritch Knight
INSPIRATION
Exp: 8500/14000
Background: Outlander
Religion: Nominally Chauntea, in her aspect as the divine gardener
Trait: I work hard so that I can play hard when the work is done.
Trait: I never pass up a friendly wager, or an offer of food and drink.
Ideal: Greater Good. It is each person's responsibility to make the most happiness for the whole.
Bond: Gratitude. I was rescued from death by a tribe of wood elves.
Flaw: There's no room for caution in a life lived to the fullest.
(Rolled array. Ability/Bonus)
Str 17 +3 Save = +6
Dex 7 -2
Con 17 +3 Save = +6
Int 16 +3
Wis 14 +2
Cha 11 +0
Proficiency Bonus: +3
HP: 49/49
AC: 20 (17 Splint + 2 Shield + 1 Cloak of Protection)
MV: 30'(9m)
INI: -2
Passive perception: 12
Melee 3 + 3 = 6
Range 3 - 2 = 1
Iron-Oak branch +2(+8 ToHit, 1d8+7 Dam, X2 Crit, Bludgeon, versatile)
BIG knife (1d6+5 Dam, X2 Crit, Piercing, Light)
FEATURES:
Weapon proficiencies (Simple and Martial)
Armor proficiencies (All plus shields)
FIGHTER: Dueling (+2 to damage with one-handed weapons)
FIGHTER: Second Wind (Bonus action -> 1d10+L HPs, Short rest to recover)
FIGHTER: Action Surge (Extra action, Short rest to recover)
FIGHTER: Extra Attack (Can make two attacks with each attack action)
ELDRITCH KNIGHT: Weapon Bond (Bonus action to call weapon to hand)
FEAT: Magic Adept (Druidcraft + Mage hand, Speak With animals)
OUTLANDER: Recall general layout, find food and water for 6 each day.
Ironoak of the Woodlands (+2 Spell attack, 10(1d6+4 recharge), 1=60' tree, 5' trunk, 20' branches)
SKILLS:
Acrobatics (Dex) -2
Animal Handling (Wis) +5 Proficient
Arcana (Int) +3
Athletics (Str) +6 Proficient
Deception (Cha) +0
History (Int) +3
Insight (Wis) +2
Intimidation (Cha) +0
Investigation (Int) +3
Medicine (Wis) +2
Nature (Int) +6 Proficient
Perception (Wis) +2
Performance (Cha) +0 Panflute +3
Persuasion (Cha) +0
Religion (Int) +3
Sleight of Hand (Dex) -2
Stealth (Dex) -2 Disadvantage from armor
Survival (Wis) +5 Proficient
Languages: Common, rough Sylvan and a smathering of Elvish (Learned when he was rescued)[/sblock][sblock=Equipment]
[/sblock][sblock=Spells kown]Save DC = 14
CANTRIPS: unlimited
- Druidcraft (30', Predict Weather/Sensory effect/Bloom/Light/extinguish)
- "Spectral animals": Mage Hand (30', max 10 pounds, 1min duration)
- "Tree growth": Acid Splash (60', 2 adjacent targets, Dex or 2d6 dam)
- True Strike (30', Concentration/1 round, advantage on next attack roll)
1ST LEVEL: 2/3 remaining today (+1 Speak with Animals)
- "Somebody up there likes me": Shield (Reaction, +5 AC TENT)
- "Ground strike": Thunderwave (15' cube, Con half or 2d8+10', boom 300')
- Expeditious Retreat (Bonus action, Self, 10min conc, Dash as bonus act)
- Feather Fall (Reaction, 60', up to 5 targets, 60'/round for 1 min)
- Speak with Animals (10 min)[/sblock]
You guys want to link backgrounds? I can easily see where my guy's path might have crossed with either Corathir (one of his adventuring friends?), Dorn (on the trip to Yarthar?) and/or both.
[sblock=Treasure so Far]Six gemstones from the first orcs they encountered. [Y]
Boots of the Winterland [D], Ring of Protection [D], Cloak of Protection [Y], broach of shielding [K] and Vicious Longsword +1 [Y] from the first cambions they encountered.
[/sblock]
A nature-based Fighter/Eldritch Knight. Big, tall, with a huge belly under an iron brigantine and carrying a *big* ironwood branch on his shoulder. Auburn sideburns go all the way down and tend to go wild.
[sblock=General intro: Yannock Bole]Yann, AKA the Loud, AKA the Large, was born in a log cabin in the back woods of Mintarn, the Free Isle of the Sword Coast. His father was a burly woodcutter, cutting masts and planks to repair sloops and pirate ships by day, telling tall tales and drinking beer by the frothy gallon at night. His mother was a sharp-eyed witch, brewing potions and pies, patching the wounds of humans, hobgoblins and wolves. He spent his youth running through the dappled woods and aspen-covered slopes of the Laughing Dagger mountains, with hardly any contact with the free-town by the bay.
One day, as hairs were beginning to grow in strange places, in a moss-covered cave he found a wounded god, its front leg broken and trapped, its head many-antlered, its face strangely human.
Since then the next few years have seen him grow up - but mostly out! Gotten huge on the fruits of continued adventure, he's sailed sloops and then ships, burnt his ears in the endless roar of mighty canons; shed blood, tears and laughter; loved women large and small... But sometimes - Sometimes a strange green light glitters from his grinning eyes. Sometimes grass grows in his footsteps. Sometimes wood greens and blossoms under his touch. Sometimes - Sometimes small forest gods walks by his side, and they smile to each other.[/sblock][sblock=Adventures]- Thundertree Island: After the cave, he started wandering the waves with his friends, beaching their small sloops on rocky shores, crawling over Sargasso-covered derelicts and diving deep for treasures and trinkets with knifes between their teeth.
They once happened on a small island with a huge oak at its center, its top lightning struck, its branches spreading almost the entire width of the island! They, of course, immediately decided they *had* to climb the thing. The nest of eagles near the top complicated things a bit, and quite a few not-inconsiderable branches bent and sometimes outright broke under Yann's weight, but overall it was a great climb, and the view from up there... Fantastic!
Only, as it happened, the iron tree was sacred to the grigs, bullywugs and pixies who inhabited the island AND were waiting for them at the base, alerted by the eagle's no doubt. They didn't look too happy for the desecration either... "Luckily" though, the grig shaman recognized that the strange purple lichen they'd been rubbing over on their up was a great disease afflicting the sacred tree, one possibly linked with the strange lights that seemed to pulse from under the deepest roots of the tree on certain nights...
With the help of some brave grigs, and pixies (the bullywugs refused to help), the party stormed a series of water-drowned caves and claustrophobic cracks until they could squeeze their way to the living contagion of the demonic Purple Lichen. Lichen-controlled - lichen-diseased - beasts confronted them, one memorable battle featuring a stuck Yann desperately trying to fend off a possessed rat swarm in the dark while his companions battled the swarm's other half on the other side AND tried to pry him loose at the same time! Finally, they confronted the main pool of the evil substance, in a bouldery cave right under the sacred tree. Only the lichen was ready for them, having possessed part of the holy oak itself and shaped it into a spiky iron-oak creature, the purple-glowing lichen draped across its back like a living, infinite cloak!
The battle was fierce, but the party somehow prevailed, one of the fighters cutting off the thing's hands just before it could squeeze the life out of their mage and Yann finishing it off with a warhammer blow to the side of the head.
The islanders were very grateful and forgave them their transgression, setting up a yearly festival race to the top of the holy tree in celebration of their deeds. And they gave them mighty gifts and much food, Yann in particular cutting off one of the iron-wood creature's forearms and making it into a weapon and shield that were somehow now bonded to him, as he'd been told to do in a dream (sent by the many-antlered forest god?), while his druid friend made a breastplate from the creature's chest.[/sblock][sblock=Character Sheet]5th level human Fighter/Eldritch Knight
INSPIRATION
Exp: 8500/14000
Background: Outlander
Religion: Nominally Chauntea, in her aspect as the divine gardener
Trait: I work hard so that I can play hard when the work is done.
Trait: I never pass up a friendly wager, or an offer of food and drink.
Ideal: Greater Good. It is each person's responsibility to make the most happiness for the whole.
Bond: Gratitude. I was rescued from death by a tribe of wood elves.
Flaw: There's no room for caution in a life lived to the fullest.
(Rolled array. Ability/Bonus)
Str 17 +3 Save = +6
Dex 7 -2
Con 17 +3 Save = +6
Int 16 +3
Wis 14 +2
Cha 11 +0
Proficiency Bonus: +3
HP: 49/49
AC: 20 (17 Splint + 2 Shield + 1 Cloak of Protection)
MV: 30'(9m)
INI: -2
Passive perception: 12
Melee 3 + 3 = 6
Range 3 - 2 = 1
Iron-Oak branch +2(+8 ToHit, 1d8+7 Dam, X2 Crit, Bludgeon, versatile)
BIG knife (1d6+5 Dam, X2 Crit, Piercing, Light)
FEATURES:
Weapon proficiencies (Simple and Martial)
Armor proficiencies (All plus shields)
FIGHTER: Dueling (+2 to damage with one-handed weapons)
FIGHTER: Second Wind (Bonus action -> 1d10+L HPs, Short rest to recover)
FIGHTER:
FIGHTER: Extra Attack (Can make two attacks with each attack action)
ELDRITCH KNIGHT: Weapon Bond (Bonus action to call weapon to hand)
FEAT: Magic Adept (Druidcraft + Mage hand, Speak With animals)
OUTLANDER: Recall general layout, find food and water for 6 each day.
Ironoak of the Woodlands (+2 Spell attack, 10(1d6+4 recharge), 1=60' tree, 5' trunk, 20' branches)
SKILLS:
Acrobatics (Dex) -2
Animal Handling (Wis) +5 Proficient
Arcana (Int) +3
Athletics (Str) +6 Proficient
Deception (Cha) +0
History (Int) +3
Insight (Wis) +2
Intimidation (Cha) +0
Investigation (Int) +3
Medicine (Wis) +2
Nature (Int) +6 Proficient
Perception (Wis) +2
Performance (Cha) +0 Panflute +3
Persuasion (Cha) +0
Religion (Int) +3
Sleight of Hand (Dex) -2
Stealth (Dex) -2 Disadvantage from armor
Survival (Wis) +5 Proficient
Languages: Common, rough Sylvan and a smathering of Elvish (Learned when he was rescued)[/sblock][sblock=Equipment]
Code:
Name Gp note
Cloak of Protection +1 (Black with red trim, still stinks of cambion)
Splint mail 200 In green brigantine form
Hobnailed boots -
* Iron-oak Branch 15 Warhammer of the Woodlands, on his shoulder. His 'hunting trophy'
Belt (with huge roaring-dragon buckle):
BIG knife 10 Short sword
Purse
2 gp, 200gp in gems
Six orcish gemstones
Set of dice + cards 1
Canvas Backpack (all in saddlebags when travelling on horse):
Panflute (in side pocket).
2 sets of clothes 15 (traveler's and Fine)
Crowbar
Vicious longsword +1
Wood axe and Whetstone 5
Hammer and 10 pitons
Hunting Trap
10 torches
Tinderbox
10 days of rations
Waterskin
Fishing tackle 1
Steel mirror 5
Antitoxin 50 (Advantage on poison saves 1h)
Healing potion X2 50 (2d4+2 HP)
Mess Kit
10' tarp + cords 2
Bedroll 1 On top, stuffed with down for warmth
50' of hempen rope Strapped to the side
Frigate, his warhorse 400 Lustrous black
Leather barding 40 Mostly to push through thickets and such
Saddle and saddlebags 14
* Wooden shield 10 Decorated with brass leaves
-----------------------------------
809 gp (counting 10gp from his background)
* [I]These items are Bonded to him.[/I]CANTRIPS: unlimited
- Druidcraft (30', Predict Weather/Sensory effect/Bloom/Light/extinguish)
- "Spectral animals": Mage Hand (30', max 10 pounds, 1min duration)
- "Tree growth": Acid Splash (60', 2 adjacent targets, Dex or 2d6 dam)
- True Strike (30', Concentration/1 round, advantage on next attack roll)
1ST LEVEL: 2/3 remaining today (+1 Speak with Animals)
- "Somebody up there likes me": Shield (Reaction, +5 AC TENT)
- "Ground strike": Thunderwave (15' cube, Con half or 2d8+10', boom 300')
- Expeditious Retreat (Bonus action, Self, 10min conc, Dash as bonus act)
- Feather Fall (Reaction, 60', up to 5 targets, 60'/round for 1 min)
- Speak with Animals (10 min)[/sblock]
You guys want to link backgrounds? I can easily see where my guy's path might have crossed with either Corathir (one of his adventuring friends?), Dorn (on the trip to Yarthar?) and/or both.
[sblock=Treasure so Far]Six gemstones from the first orcs they encountered. [Y]
Boots of the Winterland [D], Ring of Protection [D], Cloak of Protection [Y], broach of shielding [K] and Vicious Longsword +1 [Y] from the first cambions they encountered.
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3SpdDragster
First Post
I am fine with the crossbow expert issue, gunslinger is fine by me.
On the western side of the High Forest is a town called Frenslenn. Most of the population is human with a hefty dose of half-elven. It has a population of close to 100 people and has been attacked on several occasions in the past. Please feel free to make your character as heroic as you would like.
River Song
Explorer
I know you probably have more than enough players by now, but I will make one anyway. (who doesn't love making characters)
I'll go for a Fighter.
I'll go for a Fighter.
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