Death of the Dragons
hellrazor111
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sure,
also (this is for everyone), please provide a breif history of your character,
finally, since we have 3 characters done, I will start on the IC thread and a rogues gallery, both should be up and running by Sunday
also (this is for everyone), please provide a breif history of your character,
finally, since we have 3 characters done, I will start on the IC thread and a rogues gallery, both should be up and running by Sunday
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Actually, there seems to be a lack of healing power, so ill roll up a Druid instead. I dont know how to link stuff as yet (will do my best to learn fast) so ill just post him right here later today.
WarShrike
***EDIT: I seem to remember reading somewhere that a Druid can never wield a weapon not on the Druid list, but i cant find that in the core books. Does that mean i can use a Longbow if im an Elf? Thx.
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WarShrike
WarShrike
***EDIT: I seem to remember reading somewhere that a Druid can never wield a weapon not on the Druid list, but i cant find that in the core books. Does that mean i can use a Longbow if im an Elf? Thx.
***WarShrike
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Alrighty, heres the character im submitting for approval:
[SBLOCK=Stats]
Name: Navar-Eth
Race: Wood Elf
Class: Druid 4th
Alignment: C-N
Age: 80 (thats about 14 in human years)
Gender: Male
Str: 14 (4pts, +2 Racial)
Dex: 16 (6pts, +2 Racial)
Con: 10 (4pts, -2 Racial)
Int: 12 (6pts, -2 Racial)
Wis: 16 (8pts, +1 Lvl 4)
Cha: 12 (4pts)
AC: 17 (19 while fighting w/blade n shield)
Flat: 14 (16)
Touch: 13
Initiative: +3
Saves:
Fort: +4 (base, no mods)
Refl: +4 (1 base, +3 Dex)
Will: +7 (4 base, +3 Wis)
Melee bonus +5 (3 base, +2 Str)
Ranged bonus +6 (3 base, +3 Dex)
HP: 24
XP: 8000 / 10000
Feats: Track, Augment Healing (Complete Divine)
Skills format: Name, ranks, ability mod, misc mod, (total).
Concentration: 7, 0, 0, (7)
Handle Animal: 7, 1, 0, (8)
Heal............: 7, 3, 0, (10)
Know Nature.: 7, 1, 2, (10)
Listen..........: 0, 3, 2, (5)
Search.........: 0 1, 2, (3)
Spot............: 0, 3, 2, (5)
Survival........: 7, 3, 2, (12)
Equipment format: Item, (cost).
Mighty (+2) Composite Longbow +1 (2600gp)
Masterwork Scimtar..................... (315gp)
Studded Leather +1..................... (1175gp)
Darkwood Shield.......................... (257gp)
60 Arrows.................................. (3 gp)
Potion of Invisibility x2.................. (600 gp)
Heavy Warhorse + Military Saddle... (420gp)
Backpack, Waterskin, Whetstone, Flint & Steel, Rations x3 (6gp)
Animal Companion Basics:
Ape, Named Bronk
HP: 4d8+11 (rolled 37)
AC: 14 (10 base, +2 Dex, -1 Size, +3 Natural)
Full Attack: 2 Claws +7 (1d6+5), 1 Bite +2 (1d6+2)
Grapple: +12
Space/Reach: 10/10
Saves: F/R/W: 6/6/2
Skills: Climb +14, Listen +6, Spot +6
Abilities/Feats: Low Light Vision, Scent, / Alertness, Toughness.
Companions Tricks: Purpose: Guard. (Attack, Defend, Down, Guard) And Climb Piggy-Back.
WarShrike[/SBLOCK]
[SBLOCK=Story] Navar-Eth was born in an elven forest bordering Human lands. His father was a merchant by trade (no pun intended) and often did buissiness with Humans, occasionally taking his children with him in his travels to the nearby villages. Navar-Eth went when told, for it was his father's wish that his children learn how the family buissiness was run. However, he found little pleasure in doing so, for the Human children were not like Elven children and often teased Navar-Eth about his ears and eyes. He did not begrudge them this, but never-the-less, he found these trips unpleasant and did whatever his father expected of him in order to return home the quicker.
Growing up, Navar-Eth grew apart from his family, and his people as a whole. He trained with bow and sword and spell as all children must, for it was elven custom, and upon reaching adulthood at the age of 100 years, every young elf was dutybound to serve a term in the military. Yet still, after the hours of schooling and training, always he shied away from his people. He just didn't understand them, his people or any people for that matter. He always felt suffocated amongst his own. He had few friends elven or human, and felt best when in the forest, away from his kin. There, surprisingly, he made many friends amongst the birds and beasts that roamed the wood. He was amazed at first at how easily he understood their speach, and the song of the wind through the leaves. Navar-Eth came to love the forest, and felt closer to it than his own family.
One day, after his teachings, he wandered the wood. yet there was something different this day. He felt somewhat ill and afraid, and knew not why. He went still, and as with the animals he had come to love, he reached out to the trees with his heart and mind. He connected to the forrest, and it was like a single great entity, and it was screaming in pain! He ran through the woods, for 2 hours, following the forest-entity's feelings of pain and found the source. If he had learned his lessons well, these creatures were called "Orcs". They had a camp at the edge of the wood, and hewed the trees with great axes. Navar-Eth was unarmed. There had never been a need for weapons, the forest and its inhabitants were his friends. Cursing these "Orcs", he ran back to his home to alert his people.
Once alerted, the elven military was quick to plan a response. They questionned Navar-Eth at length and argued amongst themselves of the best tactical approach. Navar-Eth could still feel the forest's pain, and was getting angry with his people. While the captains planned and debated, they did nothing more. The forest needed help. NOW! Running off, he gathered his training arms and armor and set off to defend the wood, alone it seemed. With the forest's pain fresh in his heart once more, he found the "orc" things again, and began unleashing a hail of arrows on them. They were caught by surprise, they didnt know this forest was home to Elves. Most of the woodcutters fled back towards their camp, they just werent properly equiped to fight.
A few however saw the lone Elf and, knowing themselves superior warriors, charged headlong into the trees. They were unarmored, and one of them fell dead before he could reach the elf, the others closed with what they were shocked to see was little more than an Elven infant. Though 5 foot tall, the elf was still clearly a child!. They liked their odds. Navar-Eth was forced to face off against the Orcs with sword and shield, and knew from the first clash of arms that he couldnt win. Unarmored or not, these were experienced warriors, and it was obvious to him that they knew how to fight Elves. The first Orc fought on Navar-Eth's front while the other circled around. Navar-Eth backed up against a tree feeling his despair mingling with the forest's pain, and something more, an anger, a warmth. Someone was comming. Had his people arrived at last?
The second Orc took up a flanking position. Sure of his advantage, he lunged towards the elf, only to be knocked sideways as a large wolf barreled into him, felling him as he himself had earlier felled the trees. Three more wolves joined the first and the Orc was torn to pieces. The first Orc, was caught flatfooted by the fury of the wolves, and Navar-Eth, though not fully trained, saw an opportunity and seized it. The Orc slid off Navar-Eth's longsword with a curse and died. The young elf breathed heavily but was brought back to his senses quickly by the growling of the wolves. The Orcs had returned armed for battle and were pouring into the forest by the hundreds. Merging his heart and mind with the wolves, Navar-Eth thanked them deeply, and bid them to flee. They were brave and loyal to the forest, but they need not sacrifice themselves in vain. The Orcs were disorganised and brutish, or so his mentors had taught him. Kill off any straglers you find, but stay well away from the main force. The forest needs its guardians alive. The wolves gave their ascent and ran off. It was time for him to run as well.
Navar-Eth had been running for nearly half an hour with the horde more or less trailing behind. They had scattered quite a bit as they plunged deeper into the woods, as he'd expected. They were no longer a massed group as when they entered the forest but were spread out in a line. They had expected a fighting force of Elves awaiting them and knew better than to be caught bunched tight. They were ready for a pitched battle. The Elven militia however, was not. Expecting the Orcs at the eaves of the wood, they had been running through the forest in a travelling formation. Navar-Eth heard from a distance the warning cries of the foremost Elves and the roar of the Orcs.
Night was nearly gone in the Elven city. The Elven militia had returned after their hard won victory over the Orcs. Navar-Eth was furious beyong anything he had ever known. The militia commander had blamed him for the losses suffered. "Their blood is on your hands, you fool!" he had said. None of them understood. None of them had felt the call, the need of the forest. They hadn't even realized the Orcs were before them until they'd ran right into them. Was this the legendary Elven woodsmanship? They had all lost touch with that which made them truely Elven. Wizards? Warriors? Elves were not meant to be these things. Elves were meant to be healers of the lands and its inhabitants, and guardians of nature. What had his people become, and why was he different? He had little future among his own people anymore, if he even cared to call them that. He faced the elven counsel in the morning. Call it the last duty he felt he had to perform towards these people who were no longer his own. The elders reprimanded him severely for taking the fight to the orcs prematurely. The counsel spoke, as did the commander and captains of the militia. What was said was chiefly unknown to Navar-Eth, for he wasn't listenning. Eventually the Counsel room grew quiet. It was time for Navar-Eth to explain himself. Navar-Eth, making no reply, turned his back on "his people" and left the room, then the city. Navar-Eth, a child of 78 years left what had been his home, as far as he was concerned, forever.
During the next 2 years, he traveled the forest, renewing his ties with both wood and beasts, fighting at their side, spilling orc blood aplenty, learning the true Elven way, which had been forgotten by his forfathers. He hoped Elves of far away lands had not abandonned the old ways, but he couldnt know for sure, as he had never encountered Elves from beyond his homeland. Now and then, he traveled to the nearby human settlements to trade orc gold for the tools of his calling. Say what you would of these short-lived folk, they made sturdy bows, and the arrows he bought from them slew many Orcs. He found he made friends more easily among the adolescent Humans than he had long ago from their children, and freely taught any who would learn of nurturing the land. He also aided in their defense when needed. When his forest was no longer endangered by Orcs, he moved on. There were other forests in need of aid, and peoples needing Orcs slain.[/SBLOCK]
[SBLOCK=Level Advancement] This is where future level-ups will be submitted. [/SBLOCK]
***EDIT: If it makes things easier on you, i'll roll em. Adding roll to original post.***
[SBLOCK=Stats]
Name: Navar-Eth
Race: Wood Elf
Class: Druid 4th
Alignment: C-N
Age: 80 (thats about 14 in human years)
Gender: Male
Str: 14 (4pts, +2 Racial)
Dex: 16 (6pts, +2 Racial)
Con: 10 (4pts, -2 Racial)
Int: 12 (6pts, -2 Racial)
Wis: 16 (8pts, +1 Lvl 4)
Cha: 12 (4pts)
AC: 17 (19 while fighting w/blade n shield)
Flat: 14 (16)
Touch: 13
Initiative: +3
Saves:
Fort: +4 (base, no mods)
Refl: +4 (1 base, +3 Dex)
Will: +7 (4 base, +3 Wis)
Melee bonus +5 (3 base, +2 Str)
Ranged bonus +6 (3 base, +3 Dex)
HP: 24
XP: 8000 / 10000
Feats: Track, Augment Healing (Complete Divine)
Skills format: Name, ranks, ability mod, misc mod, (total).
Concentration: 7, 0, 0, (7)
Handle Animal: 7, 1, 0, (8)
Heal............: 7, 3, 0, (10)
Know Nature.: 7, 1, 2, (10)
Listen..........: 0, 3, 2, (5)
Search.........: 0 1, 2, (3)
Spot............: 0, 3, 2, (5)
Survival........: 7, 3, 2, (12)
Equipment format: Item, (cost).
Mighty (+2) Composite Longbow +1 (2600gp)
Masterwork Scimtar..................... (315gp)
Studded Leather +1..................... (1175gp)
Darkwood Shield.......................... (257gp)
60 Arrows.................................. (3 gp)
Potion of Invisibility x2.................. (600 gp)
Heavy Warhorse + Military Saddle... (420gp)
Backpack, Waterskin, Whetstone, Flint & Steel, Rations x3 (6gp)
Animal Companion Basics:
Ape, Named Bronk
HP: 4d8+11 (rolled 37)
AC: 14 (10 base, +2 Dex, -1 Size, +3 Natural)
Full Attack: 2 Claws +7 (1d6+5), 1 Bite +2 (1d6+2)
Grapple: +12
Space/Reach: 10/10
Saves: F/R/W: 6/6/2
Skills: Climb +14, Listen +6, Spot +6
Abilities/Feats: Low Light Vision, Scent, / Alertness, Toughness.
Companions Tricks: Purpose: Guard. (Attack, Defend, Down, Guard) And Climb Piggy-Back.
WarShrike[/SBLOCK]
[SBLOCK=Story] Navar-Eth was born in an elven forest bordering Human lands. His father was a merchant by trade (no pun intended) and often did buissiness with Humans, occasionally taking his children with him in his travels to the nearby villages. Navar-Eth went when told, for it was his father's wish that his children learn how the family buissiness was run. However, he found little pleasure in doing so, for the Human children were not like Elven children and often teased Navar-Eth about his ears and eyes. He did not begrudge them this, but never-the-less, he found these trips unpleasant and did whatever his father expected of him in order to return home the quicker.
Growing up, Navar-Eth grew apart from his family, and his people as a whole. He trained with bow and sword and spell as all children must, for it was elven custom, and upon reaching adulthood at the age of 100 years, every young elf was dutybound to serve a term in the military. Yet still, after the hours of schooling and training, always he shied away from his people. He just didn't understand them, his people or any people for that matter. He always felt suffocated amongst his own. He had few friends elven or human, and felt best when in the forest, away from his kin. There, surprisingly, he made many friends amongst the birds and beasts that roamed the wood. He was amazed at first at how easily he understood their speach, and the song of the wind through the leaves. Navar-Eth came to love the forest, and felt closer to it than his own family.
One day, after his teachings, he wandered the wood. yet there was something different this day. He felt somewhat ill and afraid, and knew not why. He went still, and as with the animals he had come to love, he reached out to the trees with his heart and mind. He connected to the forrest, and it was like a single great entity, and it was screaming in pain! He ran through the woods, for 2 hours, following the forest-entity's feelings of pain and found the source. If he had learned his lessons well, these creatures were called "Orcs". They had a camp at the edge of the wood, and hewed the trees with great axes. Navar-Eth was unarmed. There had never been a need for weapons, the forest and its inhabitants were his friends. Cursing these "Orcs", he ran back to his home to alert his people.
Once alerted, the elven military was quick to plan a response. They questionned Navar-Eth at length and argued amongst themselves of the best tactical approach. Navar-Eth could still feel the forest's pain, and was getting angry with his people. While the captains planned and debated, they did nothing more. The forest needed help. NOW! Running off, he gathered his training arms and armor and set off to defend the wood, alone it seemed. With the forest's pain fresh in his heart once more, he found the "orc" things again, and began unleashing a hail of arrows on them. They were caught by surprise, they didnt know this forest was home to Elves. Most of the woodcutters fled back towards their camp, they just werent properly equiped to fight.
A few however saw the lone Elf and, knowing themselves superior warriors, charged headlong into the trees. They were unarmored, and one of them fell dead before he could reach the elf, the others closed with what they were shocked to see was little more than an Elven infant. Though 5 foot tall, the elf was still clearly a child!. They liked their odds. Navar-Eth was forced to face off against the Orcs with sword and shield, and knew from the first clash of arms that he couldnt win. Unarmored or not, these were experienced warriors, and it was obvious to him that they knew how to fight Elves. The first Orc fought on Navar-Eth's front while the other circled around. Navar-Eth backed up against a tree feeling his despair mingling with the forest's pain, and something more, an anger, a warmth. Someone was comming. Had his people arrived at last?
The second Orc took up a flanking position. Sure of his advantage, he lunged towards the elf, only to be knocked sideways as a large wolf barreled into him, felling him as he himself had earlier felled the trees. Three more wolves joined the first and the Orc was torn to pieces. The first Orc, was caught flatfooted by the fury of the wolves, and Navar-Eth, though not fully trained, saw an opportunity and seized it. The Orc slid off Navar-Eth's longsword with a curse and died. The young elf breathed heavily but was brought back to his senses quickly by the growling of the wolves. The Orcs had returned armed for battle and were pouring into the forest by the hundreds. Merging his heart and mind with the wolves, Navar-Eth thanked them deeply, and bid them to flee. They were brave and loyal to the forest, but they need not sacrifice themselves in vain. The Orcs were disorganised and brutish, or so his mentors had taught him. Kill off any straglers you find, but stay well away from the main force. The forest needs its guardians alive. The wolves gave their ascent and ran off. It was time for him to run as well.
Navar-Eth had been running for nearly half an hour with the horde more or less trailing behind. They had scattered quite a bit as they plunged deeper into the woods, as he'd expected. They were no longer a massed group as when they entered the forest but were spread out in a line. They had expected a fighting force of Elves awaiting them and knew better than to be caught bunched tight. They were ready for a pitched battle. The Elven militia however, was not. Expecting the Orcs at the eaves of the wood, they had been running through the forest in a travelling formation. Navar-Eth heard from a distance the warning cries of the foremost Elves and the roar of the Orcs.
Night was nearly gone in the Elven city. The Elven militia had returned after their hard won victory over the Orcs. Navar-Eth was furious beyong anything he had ever known. The militia commander had blamed him for the losses suffered. "Their blood is on your hands, you fool!" he had said. None of them understood. None of them had felt the call, the need of the forest. They hadn't even realized the Orcs were before them until they'd ran right into them. Was this the legendary Elven woodsmanship? They had all lost touch with that which made them truely Elven. Wizards? Warriors? Elves were not meant to be these things. Elves were meant to be healers of the lands and its inhabitants, and guardians of nature. What had his people become, and why was he different? He had little future among his own people anymore, if he even cared to call them that. He faced the elven counsel in the morning. Call it the last duty he felt he had to perform towards these people who were no longer his own. The elders reprimanded him severely for taking the fight to the orcs prematurely. The counsel spoke, as did the commander and captains of the militia. What was said was chiefly unknown to Navar-Eth, for he wasn't listenning. Eventually the Counsel room grew quiet. It was time for Navar-Eth to explain himself. Navar-Eth, making no reply, turned his back on "his people" and left the room, then the city. Navar-Eth, a child of 78 years left what had been his home, as far as he was concerned, forever.
During the next 2 years, he traveled the forest, renewing his ties with both wood and beasts, fighting at their side, spilling orc blood aplenty, learning the true Elven way, which had been forgotten by his forfathers. He hoped Elves of far away lands had not abandonned the old ways, but he couldnt know for sure, as he had never encountered Elves from beyond his homeland. Now and then, he traveled to the nearby human settlements to trade orc gold for the tools of his calling. Say what you would of these short-lived folk, they made sturdy bows, and the arrows he bought from them slew many Orcs. He found he made friends more easily among the adolescent Humans than he had long ago from their children, and freely taught any who would learn of nurturing the land. He also aided in their defense when needed. When his forest was no longer endangered by Orcs, he moved on. There were other forests in need of aid, and peoples needing Orcs slain.[/SBLOCK]
[SBLOCK=Level Advancement] This is where future level-ups will be submitted. [/SBLOCK]
***EDIT: If it makes things easier on you, i'll roll em. Adding roll to original post.***
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hellrazor111
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Oh 3.5, how we love what you let us get away with.
Navar-Eth the Wood Elf it is. About piggy-bacing the ape, its ok as long as you dont exceed its carry weight
Navar-Eth the Wood Elf it is. About piggy-bacing the ape, its ok as long as you dont exceed its carry weight
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