Battle for the Four Islands Characters
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Zack2216
First Post
So, as I understand it, I post my not druid character, and wait till chapter 2 before I join. ok, this will give some time to work my story 
(no worries, I have my druid pc if it is needed)
Tzel Sang-drax CG
lvl 1 Dragon of the Brood
6'0", 176 lbs
11 hp
10 AC
9 AP
16 str
11 dex
16 con
10wis
8 int
14 cha
Skills:
Diplomacy +6 (4 ranks)
Gather information +4 (2 ranks)
Intimidate +4 (2 ranks)
Saves
Ref +0
Will +0
Fort. +5
Feats:
Weapon Focus (Brood Sword)
Power Attack
Attacks
Brood sword +4 attack 1d8+4 damage (I am double wielding it)
Abilities:
Genes: Fire (5 AP)
Forms:
Whelp: +2 str, +1 hp, 30 ft. cone breath weapon 1d6 ref. 13 small size, +2 nat. armor, 60' flight, poor maneuverability
Equipment
1 weeks rations (35 sp)
History:
Ever since I was young, I was told of the great acomplishments of my father, a warrior of great renown, he did many thing for the country. Everybody around me praises him for all hes done. During celebrations, they would call out "Bless Drailen Hallser!," giving him praise for something he did for the city. I think he's a con artist. As far as I can tell, he has done nothing for the city. When I ask what he's done for us, they all say that he saved them from a supposed band of raiders. I hate him. He came, and he left, with little signs that he had ever been here. My mother said that they had fell in love, and that after a night of passion, he left her. As far as I am concerned, he probably was strong, because had had to be to brainwash the populace into believing him and his lies. (ooc: hes a high level bard with illusion spells and modify memory). I remember searching the mountain passes (yes this is the trism islands), in search of possible camp sites, or ruins of where they might have been. I traveled to other towns, where all I heard was the same drivel as in my home. I decided to travel upward, into the mountains, unable to convince them that they were wrong. My supplys were dwindling, and my rage was burning out. I hadn't seen my mother in almost a month. While making my way down the mountain, a blizzard hit. Just my luck huh? First, I am a bastard child, next, I find the towns been convinced that something that didn't happen did, and now, I am hit by a blizzard. I was able to find a cave to stay in the night. I decided to rest, "hopefully the blizzard would be done by morning" I thought to myself as my eyes closed. I immediately awoke, seeing that the blizzard outside was still going. The only thing that didn't make sense, was that there was no cold, and my clothes provided no warmth. The cave was filled with a soft blue light, emanating from within the cave. "I don't remember that path before." I said to myself as I gaved further down the cave. I felt drawn to it, as if something was pulling at my mind, leading me further into the cave. The cave became crystaline, almost glasslike as I walked further into the cave. I eventually came to a large shrine, made of glistening marble. It was well defined, and looked like a great creature, like a dragon in fairy tales I used to hear from the elder when he spent time with the children of the village. It was wreathed in great fire. With further inspection, I noticed a small figure of a man, as if he was calling to the dragon for something. I then met the eyes of the dragon. The eyes went from marble, to a glowing red. The statue began to glow red, as if a great inferno were lit behind it, and the pale blue light was replaced with a bright orange. But I could only see this out of the back of my eye, they were afixed to the eyes of the statue. I heard this voice booming in my head. "You have a great burning desire in your heart. Perhaps I could help you." My body immediately went rigid, I had no control over it, though something in the back of my mind told me that I was meant for this, this was ment to happen to me. My arm reached forward, and out of the flames carved of marbel, appeared the handle of a sword. The flames appeared to reveal more of the sword. My eyes closed, and I felt my hand get slashed, long, thin cuts stretching over my entire hand. The blood began to run, my eyes staying closed, not out of fear, but I couldn't control them. The floor began to fall out from under me, with my hand latched onto the hilt. I fell, without any end. The room went black around me. I fell out of conciousness. When I woke up, I immediately looked at my hand, for fear of what condition it might be in. I raised my hand, to find that it was in the same condition as it was when I fell asleep. However, my hand was still clenched to an upside down hilt. As I drew my arm out of my blanket, A large, red, crystaline blade was attached to the hilt. Images ran through my head, of what happened in my supposed dream. My heart felt like it was on fire, and when i looked, a fire glow was coming from under my shirt. The glow became brighter, and I saw myself through new eyes. I was small, with red, reptilian skin, and wings behind me that stretched far out. I cried out in fear of what happened to me, only to hear the screech of some strange, unfamiliar animal. My bowels began to stir. I belched a large jet of flames. The iced over cave began to rumble, as the integrity of the cave steadily degraded, boulders of ice fell from the cealing. I looked towards the entrance, finding that the blizzard was over, and back again at my belongings. The sword was gone, and my items were still there. Out of fear, I stretched my wings and flew out of the cave, out of harms way. I immediately reverted, crashing into the wall of the crevice the cave was in. The sword was back in my hand, which wasn't covered in red scales. My skin was tougher than it had been earlier, as if I had another layer. My clothers were on my person, though that was all I had.
I was able to travel back down the mountain, though I stayed longer than I thought I would. I was able to practice, and train my abilities. I trained with my blade, becoming proficient with it, focusing my new found energies into it. When I slept, I had visions of that night, seeing more and more things that didn't happen before. A man constantly appeared in my dream, old and ragged, constantly babbled on and on in a strange language. The last night I was in the mountains, he said something in my tongue. "When you are ready, my words will be revealed to you, and you will understand." I headed back to my town, greeted by my weeping mother. She thought that I had left her aswell. The reason I left rushed back to me. "Mother, I find your 'love' and bring him back here, to rectify what he has done. Don't worry, I will be fine." I turned around, and walked away, gripping my sword tightly.I will find you.
(no worries, I have my druid pc if it is needed)
Tzel Sang-drax CG
lvl 1 Dragon of the Brood
6'0", 176 lbs
11 hp
10 AC
9 AP
16 str
11 dex
16 con
10wis
8 int
14 cha
Skills:
Diplomacy +6 (4 ranks)
Gather information +4 (2 ranks)
Intimidate +4 (2 ranks)
Saves
Ref +0
Will +0
Fort. +5
Feats:
Weapon Focus (Brood Sword)
Power Attack
Attacks
Brood sword +4 attack 1d8+4 damage (I am double wielding it)
Abilities:
Genes: Fire (5 AP)
Forms:
Whelp: +2 str, +1 hp, 30 ft. cone breath weapon 1d6 ref. 13 small size, +2 nat. armor, 60' flight, poor maneuverability
Equipment
1 weeks rations (35 sp)
History:
Ever since I was young, I was told of the great acomplishments of my father, a warrior of great renown, he did many thing for the country. Everybody around me praises him for all hes done. During celebrations, they would call out "Bless Drailen Hallser!," giving him praise for something he did for the city. I think he's a con artist. As far as I can tell, he has done nothing for the city. When I ask what he's done for us, they all say that he saved them from a supposed band of raiders. I hate him. He came, and he left, with little signs that he had ever been here. My mother said that they had fell in love, and that after a night of passion, he left her. As far as I am concerned, he probably was strong, because had had to be to brainwash the populace into believing him and his lies. (ooc: hes a high level bard with illusion spells and modify memory). I remember searching the mountain passes (yes this is the trism islands), in search of possible camp sites, or ruins of where they might have been. I traveled to other towns, where all I heard was the same drivel as in my home. I decided to travel upward, into the mountains, unable to convince them that they were wrong. My supplys were dwindling, and my rage was burning out. I hadn't seen my mother in almost a month. While making my way down the mountain, a blizzard hit. Just my luck huh? First, I am a bastard child, next, I find the towns been convinced that something that didn't happen did, and now, I am hit by a blizzard. I was able to find a cave to stay in the night. I decided to rest, "hopefully the blizzard would be done by morning" I thought to myself as my eyes closed. I immediately awoke, seeing that the blizzard outside was still going. The only thing that didn't make sense, was that there was no cold, and my clothes provided no warmth. The cave was filled with a soft blue light, emanating from within the cave. "I don't remember that path before." I said to myself as I gaved further down the cave. I felt drawn to it, as if something was pulling at my mind, leading me further into the cave. The cave became crystaline, almost glasslike as I walked further into the cave. I eventually came to a large shrine, made of glistening marble. It was well defined, and looked like a great creature, like a dragon in fairy tales I used to hear from the elder when he spent time with the children of the village. It was wreathed in great fire. With further inspection, I noticed a small figure of a man, as if he was calling to the dragon for something. I then met the eyes of the dragon. The eyes went from marble, to a glowing red. The statue began to glow red, as if a great inferno were lit behind it, and the pale blue light was replaced with a bright orange. But I could only see this out of the back of my eye, they were afixed to the eyes of the statue. I heard this voice booming in my head. "You have a great burning desire in your heart. Perhaps I could help you." My body immediately went rigid, I had no control over it, though something in the back of my mind told me that I was meant for this, this was ment to happen to me. My arm reached forward, and out of the flames carved of marbel, appeared the handle of a sword. The flames appeared to reveal more of the sword. My eyes closed, and I felt my hand get slashed, long, thin cuts stretching over my entire hand. The blood began to run, my eyes staying closed, not out of fear, but I couldn't control them. The floor began to fall out from under me, with my hand latched onto the hilt. I fell, without any end. The room went black around me. I fell out of conciousness. When I woke up, I immediately looked at my hand, for fear of what condition it might be in. I raised my hand, to find that it was in the same condition as it was when I fell asleep. However, my hand was still clenched to an upside down hilt. As I drew my arm out of my blanket, A large, red, crystaline blade was attached to the hilt. Images ran through my head, of what happened in my supposed dream. My heart felt like it was on fire, and when i looked, a fire glow was coming from under my shirt. The glow became brighter, and I saw myself through new eyes. I was small, with red, reptilian skin, and wings behind me that stretched far out. I cried out in fear of what happened to me, only to hear the screech of some strange, unfamiliar animal. My bowels began to stir. I belched a large jet of flames. The iced over cave began to rumble, as the integrity of the cave steadily degraded, boulders of ice fell from the cealing. I looked towards the entrance, finding that the blizzard was over, and back again at my belongings. The sword was gone, and my items were still there. Out of fear, I stretched my wings and flew out of the cave, out of harms way. I immediately reverted, crashing into the wall of the crevice the cave was in. The sword was back in my hand, which wasn't covered in red scales. My skin was tougher than it had been earlier, as if I had another layer. My clothers were on my person, though that was all I had.
I was able to travel back down the mountain, though I stayed longer than I thought I would. I was able to practice, and train my abilities. I trained with my blade, becoming proficient with it, focusing my new found energies into it. When I slept, I had visions of that night, seeing more and more things that didn't happen before. A man constantly appeared in my dream, old and ragged, constantly babbled on and on in a strange language. The last night I was in the mountains, he said something in my tongue. "When you are ready, my words will be revealed to you, and you will understand." I headed back to my town, greeted by my weeping mother. She thought that I had left her aswell. The reason I left rushed back to me. "Mother, I find your 'love' and bring him back here, to rectify what he has done. Don't worry, I will be fine." I turned around, and walked away, gripping my sword tightly.I will find you.
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rangerjohn
Explorer
Jarval I have some good news for you. Your katana damage would be 1-10 +3. Str bonus +2 x 1.5 for 2hd = +3.
GoldenEagle
First Post
Phillip Damar
Phillip Damar, Marshal Son of Relore
Human Level 2 Bard, Neutral Good
STR 11
DEX 14 (+2)
CON 12 (+1)
INT 14 (+2)
WIS 10 (+0)
CHA 16 (+3)
Combat Stats:
Base Attack Bonus: +1 1
Melee: +1 Ranged: +3 [+1 BAB, +1 DEX]
Hit Points: 14
Armor Class: 15 [10 + 2 dex + 3 studded leather]
Initiative: +2
Movement Rate: 30 feet
Attacks per round:
Masterwork Shortbow (+5 to hit, 1d6 dmg), 20 MW arrows
6 Daggers (+3 to hit, 1d4 dam)
Saving Throws:
Fort: [+0 base, +1 CON]
Ref: +5 [+3 base, +2 DEX]
Will: +3 [+3 base, +0 WIS]
Feats:
Point Blank Shot
Precise Shot
Skills:
Perform +10
Use Magic Device +8
Gather Information +8
Diplomacy +8
Knowledge (History) +7
Tumble +7
Concentration +6
Languages:
Common, ?, ?
Backpack 2
Flint & Steel 1
100’ silk rope 20
Climbing Kit 80
2 flasks alchemists fire 40
Rations (2 days) 1
10 Candles .1
Wine Skin & Water skin 2
Grappling Hook 1
5 Bags of Caltrops (100ea) 5
Journal, Pen and Ink 15
3 sunrods 10
Belt Pouch 1
Wand of Cure Light Wounds – 32 charges 480
6 daggers - worn 12
Studded Leather Armor - worn 25
Tanglefoot Bags (3) 150
Cold Weather Outfit - worn 8
Signet ring - worn 5
Mirror 10
Mule 8
Sled 20
Feed – 30 Days 1
Sleeping pad/blankets .6
Explorer’s Outfit 10
Noble’s Outfit 75
Hooded Lantern 7
60 pints oil 6
30 days rations 15
Tent 10
Waterproof sacks (2 lg. & 2 sm.) .4
Masterwork Mandolin 100
Short Bow, MW 330
20 Arrows, MW 140
Miners Pick 3
Shovel 2
Crowbar 2
Sealing wax 1
Iron Pot .5
10 foot pole .2
15 days of firewood .3
1602.1
2 gems @ 100 GP
1 gem @ 50 GP
12 Platinum
29 Gold
8 silver
10 copper
Phillip Damar, Marshall’s son of Relone was born to Peter and Sharon Damar of Relone 21 years ago. Raised a noble’s son (Peter was an noble and an ambassador/marshall for Lenincard), Phillip attended all of the bestlschools growing up and joined the millitary on his 16th birthday. It was there he learned to handle weapons and armor. A charming lad, he rose through the lower ranks quickly and was soon an officer.
Phillip has always had special skill and a way with people. After years in the service of Lenincard, he hopes to unite the four isles and make them at the least, able to be cordial neighbors. He has watched his fathers turn enemies of the state into allies and now he hopes he can do the same.
Recently his mother and father were traveling home to see Phillip take a special promotion when their ship was diverted to the arctic island. Philip has asked for and received a special leave of absence for the last 30 days of his required time with the military.
He has just recently found his families belongings and the wreckage of the ship, with no survivors to be found. Phillips mission is clear. He must find out why his family was killed.
Phillip is politically ambitious and has many friends around the islands where he traveled with his family. He looks forward to traveling the islands in search of that which will help quell the wars between humans for he knows that all in Relone can benefit from peace and the trade it would bring.
I’d like to know a little more about the politics if I could to intertwine it into the character.
GE
Phillip Damar, Marshal Son of Relore
Human Level 2 Bard, Neutral Good
STR 11
DEX 14 (+2)
CON 12 (+1)
INT 14 (+2)
WIS 10 (+0)
CHA 16 (+3)
Combat Stats:
Base Attack Bonus: +1 1
Melee: +1 Ranged: +3 [+1 BAB, +1 DEX]
Hit Points: 14
Armor Class: 15 [10 + 2 dex + 3 studded leather]
Initiative: +2
Movement Rate: 30 feet
Attacks per round:
Masterwork Shortbow (+5 to hit, 1d6 dmg), 20 MW arrows
6 Daggers (+3 to hit, 1d4 dam)
Saving Throws:
Fort: [+0 base, +1 CON]
Ref: +5 [+3 base, +2 DEX]
Will: +3 [+3 base, +0 WIS]
Feats:
Point Blank Shot
Precise Shot
Skills:
Perform +10
Use Magic Device +8
Gather Information +8
Diplomacy +8
Knowledge (History) +7
Tumble +7
Concentration +6
Languages:
Common, ?, ?
Backpack 2
Flint & Steel 1
100’ silk rope 20
Climbing Kit 80
2 flasks alchemists fire 40
Rations (2 days) 1
10 Candles .1
Wine Skin & Water skin 2
Grappling Hook 1
5 Bags of Caltrops (100ea) 5
Journal, Pen and Ink 15
3 sunrods 10
Belt Pouch 1
Wand of Cure Light Wounds – 32 charges 480
6 daggers - worn 12
Studded Leather Armor - worn 25
Tanglefoot Bags (3) 150
Cold Weather Outfit - worn 8
Signet ring - worn 5
Mirror 10
Mule 8
Sled 20
Feed – 30 Days 1
Sleeping pad/blankets .6
Explorer’s Outfit 10
Noble’s Outfit 75
Hooded Lantern 7
60 pints oil 6
30 days rations 15
Tent 10
Waterproof sacks (2 lg. & 2 sm.) .4
Masterwork Mandolin 100
Short Bow, MW 330
20 Arrows, MW 140
Miners Pick 3
Shovel 2
Crowbar 2
Sealing wax 1
Iron Pot .5
10 foot pole .2
15 days of firewood .3
1602.1
2 gems @ 100 GP
1 gem @ 50 GP
12 Platinum
29 Gold
8 silver
10 copper
Phillip Damar, Marshall’s son of Relone was born to Peter and Sharon Damar of Relone 21 years ago. Raised a noble’s son (Peter was an noble and an ambassador/marshall for Lenincard), Phillip attended all of the bestlschools growing up and joined the millitary on his 16th birthday. It was there he learned to handle weapons and armor. A charming lad, he rose through the lower ranks quickly and was soon an officer.
Phillip has always had special skill and a way with people. After years in the service of Lenincard, he hopes to unite the four isles and make them at the least, able to be cordial neighbors. He has watched his fathers turn enemies of the state into allies and now he hopes he can do the same.
Recently his mother and father were traveling home to see Phillip take a special promotion when their ship was diverted to the arctic island. Philip has asked for and received a special leave of absence for the last 30 days of his required time with the military.
He has just recently found his families belongings and the wreckage of the ship, with no survivors to be found. Phillips mission is clear. He must find out why his family was killed.
Phillip is politically ambitious and has many friends around the islands where he traveled with his family. He looks forward to traveling the islands in search of that which will help quell the wars between humans for he knows that all in Relone can benefit from peace and the trade it would bring.
I’d like to know a little more about the politics if I could to intertwine it into the character.
GE
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GWolf
First Post
Zack
I like the class and will alow it if you will deal with to conditions. You give me an extra good and detailed background and you wait till the game reachs chapter two and you start on level 1. (Other Pcs will mostly likely by level 3)
And where'd you get this class?
I like the class and will alow it if you will deal with to conditions. You give me an extra good and detailed background and you wait till the game reachs chapter two and you start on level 1. (Other Pcs will mostly likely by level 3)
And where'd you get this class?
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GoldenEagle
First Post
I'd like to point this character in the direction of a diplomat or ambassador. I would also like to steer towards the leadership feat down the road. I thought it would be cool to have contacts through family that my parents would have known and I would have met growing up. It could lead to cool plot hooks, intrigue and fun character development. I can make up names and places, but I don't want to step on toes and I don't know how detailed this part of your world is
GE
GE
Zack2216
First Post
Score. Being 1st level when they are 3rd will hurt a little, but hopefully it won't hurt that much.
Q: I created the class myself. This is probably the 3rd or 4th remake of the class. I just couldn't find a way to get the results I wanted without the class being to strong, so, I gave the level adjustment.
Oh, and if anyone else wants a copy, just say so and state your email (unless you want to email me at Zack2216@hotmail.com) so that I can send a copy to you. Basically, the class lets me transform into a small amount of non D&D dragons. Those who have played the breath of fire series (specifically #3) will understand what I am talking about, and will have a general gist of what my forms look like.
I will assume that the character creation for the dragon of the brood is 31 point buy (as you noted in an earlier post).
Oh ya, how do you do hp?
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