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Well, I wrote up and posted Gren, by Unbound 3rd Level Totem Warrior. Looking over the gallery, I saw plenty of intellectual types and not a lot of beef, so I thought I'd try some. I'd be happy to try to work out any sort of backstory with any of the other characters. As far as the 1600 for...

Gren - Unbound Human Wolf Warrior-3 Gren Description: Gren is a wild man and looks the part. His frame is compact and dense, standing only 5'4" with an extremely wiry and athletic build. His skin is a dusky and appears weathered, and his soft brown hair is wrong long and loose, often...

I read over the multiclass spellcasting rules. Fairly clever, and it'll be interesting to see how it actually plays out. I've a Witch/Mageblade in my home campaign that I might allow to use these rules. Not certain what I'll play. Leaning toward a fighty type, but I might try a spellcaster just...

*As he slides into his seat, Darthallys quirks a brow slightly at the obviously nervous Runethane. Claiming his plate and untensils, he begins cutting his food into small portions before he eats.* "Wil, that fine lady and I spent most of the night discussing all many of weighty philosophies...

Any chance of going higher than 1st, Erekose? I'll happily play either way, I just have an easier time with backstories and character creation when I can think of some things the character has actually done, rather than what I'd like him to do.

*Darthallys awakens the next morning, slightly before dawn. The sounds from the kitchen's morning preparations rouse the lightly sleeping Sibeccai. He stretches slowly, lanky form sprawling across the entirety of the bed. Noting the lack of another form in the bed, his lips curl upwards...

*Darthallys turns slowly to peer up at Atlas, the cast of his canine features somewhat thoughtful.* "Well, assume you're implying that I said that, but frankly I can't remember. Between the hours of pointless chitchat, the concern that at any moment some sorceror will invade my mind with a...

*Darthallys, already privately and not so privately lamenting the need to backtrack to the caverns, almost misses Phaern's questioning look. Blinking, he looks down at himself, then back up at Phaern again before his eyes widen in understanding as he gestures toward Indacalis.*...

*Darthallys sighs and shakes his head, nodding toward Indacalis.* "I bet we're going back to the pup's cavern. I hate backtracking." *After drowning his rising resentment in a long draught of ale, he pauses to look at the rest of the group.* "My guess is that the mythical bones are those...

*Darthallys tried to keep up with the conversations for a while, but rapidly grew bored with speculation. Much like his 'lower' ancestors, the Razor Tongued prefers problems he can sink his teeth into. For the last several hours he's been chatting with a nearby bar wench, a world weary human...

Bahh, he only pales in comparision because he's trying to make a good impression with the Spryte Akashic. What with his good buddy Atlas calling him a moneygrubbing thug in front of her and all. Hrmph. If it were just the guys, he'd be suggesting a good old fashioned fact finding mission...

Just thought I'd mention. If anyone finds Darthallys too grating, I'll tone it down. Just trying to have a bit of fun with the Sarcastic Sibeccai. I don't want to lessen anyone elses enjoyment. So, if Darthallys insults your character or just seems overly abrasive, that's just the character...

*Darthallys rolls his eyes a eyes a touch and shakes his head before looking to Atlas.* "My muscle headed friend, I believe our newfound and erudite companions are considering the possibility that the Bones might be in the caves somewhere. Now, as that supposition was plucked from the air...

*Darthallys grins at Kelthet, more a baring of teeth really, but he means well.* "Aye, I remember you, Kelthet. Always wondered if that coloration was a natural fluke of birth, or just something you did to intimidate those you battle. As you're keeping it up in a tavern, I'd wager birth, eh? No...

*Darthallys casts a sidelong glance at the giant,* "An unforetunate characterization to lay upon me in front of those who've not had a chance to form thier own opinion to be sure." *He turns his grin upon the others in the group,* "He neglects to mention my good behavior since we began...

*Darthallys blinks as he notes Atlas speaking to the Spryte already. He shakes his head and nods to the Akashic.* "Well met and my pardons on my crude speech, mi'lady. Not only did I fail to note your approach, but I'm unused to the presence of the fairer sex amidst my tavern banter. I am...

"One might think that a Sibeccai guide offered a ridiculous amount of gold for a simple task might have the common decency to direct us to a tavern with good harlots. These vermin ridden consorts take less care of themselves than you do while campaigning, friend Atlas." *Darthallys the Razor...

*Darthallys rummages about in the multicolored sling bag on his side as he follows Atlas and the frail human. It's somewhat amusing to watch, as he sometimes reaches far deeper in the bag that seems feasible. After a few moments he nods.* "I've all I need for an expedition into the caves, but...

Speaking only for myself, I dislike the way unrestricted multiclassing affects the noncasting classes. I'm constantly seeing 'builds' involving upwards of 5 classes cherry picking abilities to be more capable than single classed character. I also have serious issues with a number of the ill...

*Darthallys crinkles his snout at the thought of sleeping in a cave,* "Pah, the ascetic life of a greenbond holds no appeal to me. Warm sheets and goosedown for me. So...Bones of the Earth, eh? Never really considered the earth having bones, but if the Green agrees with my night dreams, whom am...