Maxperson
Morkus from Orkus
Wouldn't the spore ability to animate dead similarly bog down a PbP?
Against the Giants 5e PBP (Full)
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FitzTheRuke
Legend
Bards often win initiative over monsters anyway. At least with how I tend to roll! We'll have to see.
Shadowedeyes
Adventurer
So, I plan to work on my character tonight. I have been playing around with an idea for a Rune Knight Fighter, but if we've got enough warrior types I could do a sorcerer or something.
Maxperson
Morkus from Orkus
Kaligan Wainwright
Human – Fighter/Psi Warrior - 9
Backstory
Born into a poor family, I was expected to follow in my father’s footsteps and scrounge junk to sell so that we could survive. For years that’s exactly what I did, but my mind and heart just weren’t in it. I would day dream about being the hero with the sword that kept the village safe. About being a mighty wizard whose magic destroyed legions of invaders. Even about stealing a few large gems from a mansion and retiring. Anything but continuing to search alleys and gutters.
My break came one day as I walked down an alley looking for anything of value. Through a window I saw a group of young men practicing with wooden swords. For weeks I would find excuses to end up in that alley so I could watch the students train, my mind working overtime with dreams of a sword in my hand as I fought monsters. I was shaken out of one of my day dreams by the voice of the sword master calling out to me. He placed a wooden sword in my hand and asked me to strike at him with it. I didn’t have the reflexes or strength that some of the other students did, but I had natural talent and the town needed defenders. My path was set.
Weeks turned into months. I was taught how to calm my mind and focus. How to breathe properly so as to conserve energy. How to fight. Well before my training ended, I was better than any of the other students. However, I had also begun to notice strange things. Sometimes when I thought about where I wanted to place my sword, it would move faster and harder than I intended. Sometimes when I reached for my sword it would shake and rattle for a second as if it wanted to be in my hand. I was thrown off by these incidents and the techniques for calming my mind started failing me. I knew what I had to do.
A few days later I walked out of town with my sword and a few other things I had packed, and headed out into the wilderness. Far from town I found a small cave in a wood and made it my home. For the next few years I focused inward, trying to understand what was going on inside of my mind. Slowly but surely I learned how to move objects with but a thought. How to use my mind to propel weapons I used with such force that they hit harder than the strongest man could swing. Even how to propel myself if need be. Yet still I knew there was more.
Unfortunately, that more was never to be. While I was out training I heard the sound of many feet marching through the woods. Quietly I snuck closer until I could see them. There were at least a hundred furry humanlike things with dog heads(Gnolls). One of them was barking orders at the others in a language that I didn’t understand, but as I focused on him, trying to understand what he said, his thoughts became clear to me. They were headed to raid my home. Startled I lost my focus and thoughts fled. When they were far enough away that I could safely move, I quickly headed home by paths known only to me.
I arrived back home a full half day ahead of the creatures and gave warning. Adding to the regular defenders were militia called to defend the town, and myself. The battle was short and fierce, but because we had time to prepare, the would be raiders were driven back with great losses. The dead on our side were few. The town celebrated me for a week. The feasting and drink were better than any I had ever tasted in my life. The poor don’t get food like this. Hermits alone in the woods eat what they can find. I like it! Too much. Perhaps I would have learned deeper secrets had I returned to the cave, but my new life as a hero of my town was too tempting to give up. I will have to find another path to those secrets.
Personality Trait: I am utterly serene, even in the face of disaster.
Ideal: If you know yourself, there’s nothing left to know.
Bond: I am still seeking the enlightenment that I pursued in my seclusion.
Flaw: Now that I’ve returned to the world, I enjoy its delights a bit too much.
Human – Fighter/Psi Warrior - 9
Backstory
Born into a poor family, I was expected to follow in my father’s footsteps and scrounge junk to sell so that we could survive. For years that’s exactly what I did, but my mind and heart just weren’t in it. I would day dream about being the hero with the sword that kept the village safe. About being a mighty wizard whose magic destroyed legions of invaders. Even about stealing a few large gems from a mansion and retiring. Anything but continuing to search alleys and gutters.
My break came one day as I walked down an alley looking for anything of value. Through a window I saw a group of young men practicing with wooden swords. For weeks I would find excuses to end up in that alley so I could watch the students train, my mind working overtime with dreams of a sword in my hand as I fought monsters. I was shaken out of one of my day dreams by the voice of the sword master calling out to me. He placed a wooden sword in my hand and asked me to strike at him with it. I didn’t have the reflexes or strength that some of the other students did, but I had natural talent and the town needed defenders. My path was set.
Weeks turned into months. I was taught how to calm my mind and focus. How to breathe properly so as to conserve energy. How to fight. Well before my training ended, I was better than any of the other students. However, I had also begun to notice strange things. Sometimes when I thought about where I wanted to place my sword, it would move faster and harder than I intended. Sometimes when I reached for my sword it would shake and rattle for a second as if it wanted to be in my hand. I was thrown off by these incidents and the techniques for calming my mind started failing me. I knew what I had to do.
A few days later I walked out of town with my sword and a few other things I had packed, and headed out into the wilderness. Far from town I found a small cave in a wood and made it my home. For the next few years I focused inward, trying to understand what was going on inside of my mind. Slowly but surely I learned how to move objects with but a thought. How to use my mind to propel weapons I used with such force that they hit harder than the strongest man could swing. Even how to propel myself if need be. Yet still I knew there was more.
Unfortunately, that more was never to be. While I was out training I heard the sound of many feet marching through the woods. Quietly I snuck closer until I could see them. There were at least a hundred furry humanlike things with dog heads(Gnolls). One of them was barking orders at the others in a language that I didn’t understand, but as I focused on him, trying to understand what he said, his thoughts became clear to me. They were headed to raid my home. Startled I lost my focus and thoughts fled. When they were far enough away that I could safely move, I quickly headed home by paths known only to me.
I arrived back home a full half day ahead of the creatures and gave warning. Adding to the regular defenders were militia called to defend the town, and myself. The battle was short and fierce, but because we had time to prepare, the would be raiders were driven back with great losses. The dead on our side were few. The town celebrated me for a week. The feasting and drink were better than any I had ever tasted in my life. The poor don’t get food like this. Hermits alone in the woods eat what they can find. I like it! Too much. Perhaps I would have learned deeper secrets had I returned to the cave, but my new life as a hero of my town was too tempting to give up. I will have to find another path to those secrets.
Personality Trait: I am utterly serene, even in the face of disaster.
Ideal: If you know yourself, there’s nothing left to know.
Bond: I am still seeking the enlightenment that I pursued in my seclusion.
Flaw: Now that I’ve returned to the world, I enjoy its delights a bit too much.
JustinCase
the magical equivalent to the number zero
I’m still infatuated with a yuan-ti, but firmly believing in playing a character concept over crunch, I think he’s more of a wizard after all. I’ll see if I can make a sheet tomorrow.
Poor Fitz doesn't get his humans.
Shadowedeyes
Adventurer
I'm working on it!
FitzTheRuke
Legend
I'm okay with a Rune Knight. With 6 PCs per party, having two fighters in each group would not be too bad. Besides, a Rune Knight should have knowledge about giants, which is nice. Also, if you make him/her a race with Powerful Build (whichever one you like best) we could reskin it as a "Half-Giant" and have fun with that. Or a human, of course.
FitzTheRuke
Legend
A yuan-ti could just be a human who's warped by worship of a snake-god. I mean, that's kinda what they are.
Blue
Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal
That was a bit of why I took Firbolg. Never played one before. But they are Giant-kin, and they have an innate Disguise Self that can make them up to 3 feet taller. Combine that with a bard's tongue (you put that back Snarf!) and could have some fun RP.
