Rystil Arden
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Hmmm...I'll build a skeleton of the Gnome Shaman along with a less-skeleton version of the Yuan-ti Telepath, and I may play the latter if Ferrix winds up as a Disciple of an immortal of creation/building, which can heal.
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Widowmaker
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RA give me you email address. I have a word file for you.
Rystil Arden
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Sure, thanksWidowmaker said:
Send it to %rystilarden% @ %hotmail.com% except with the %% or the blank spaces.Rystil Arden
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Got it! Much thanksWidowmaker said:
Widowmaker
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No problem. Hope it helps.
If you need something else let me know. I will see what I can do.
If you need something else let me know. I will see what I can do.
Rystil Arden
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That should cover everything except the racial transformations and talents, which are probably minor enough that I can pick them up on Tuesday. In the process of writing up Kharisa Vesper and Ssiran Zan'sil. No points for figuring out which is the Gnome and which is the Yuan-tiWidowmaker said:
Rystil Arden
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Ssiran mostly done. Kharisa soon--As an aside, believe it or not, some of the best parts of his history arose due to the restriction on spending only 25% of the gold on one item (which I was initially cursing because I couldn't get anything that actually helps a Psion do psion-stuff). See if you can figure out what I mean
Ssiran Zan'sil
Male Yuan-ti Thinblood Telepath 5
Medium Humanoid
Alignment: Neutral Good
Patron Spirits:
Region: Originally Zangala, Currently Ambria
Height: 5' 6''
Weight: 135lbs
Skin: Tan, sometimes barely hinting at Green
Eyes: Yellow-Green
Age: 24
Str: 6 (-2) [0 points, -2 racial]
Dex: 12 (+0) [4 points]
Con: 14 (+4) [6 points]
Int: 21 (-2) [16 point, +2 racial, +1 stat raise]
Wis: 14 (+1) [4 points, +2 racial]
Cha: 14 (+3) [6 points]
Racial Abilities:
+2 Int, +2 Wis, -2 Str, low light vision, +2 Diplomacy and Sense Motive.
Class Abilities:
37 PP / day
Powers Known-
1-Attraction, Charm, Inertial Armour, Mindlink, Telempathic Projection, Vigour
2-Concealing Amorpha, Suggestion, Swarm of Crystals
3-Body Adjustment, Dispel Psionics
Hit Dice: 5d4 + 10
HP: 26
AC: 16 [+3 Shield, +1 enhancement to Natural, +1 Deflection, +1 Dex] (AC 20 or higher with Inertial Armour)
Armor Check Penalty: 0
Init: +1 (+1 Dex)
Speed: 30ft
Saves
Fortitude +4 [+1 base, +2 Con, +1 Cloak]
Reflex +3 [+1 base, +1 Dex, +1 Cloak]
Will +7 [+4 base, +2 Wis, +1 Cloak]
BAB: +2
Melee Atk: +0 (melee weapon)
Ranged Atk: +3 (as per power)
Skills
Bluff +10
Concentration +10
Diplomacy +21
Knowledge (Arcana) +13
Knowledge (Nobility) +13
Listen +4
Psicraft +13
Sense Motive +12
Spot +4
Feats:
Overchannel (1st level)
Talented (Telepath 1)
Psicrystal Affinity [Friendly] (3rd level)
Alertness (Psicrystal)
Psionic Meditation(Telepath 5)
Languages: Common, Yuan-ti, Valhedrin, Sylvan, Draconic, Celestial, Abyssal
Equipment:
+1 Mithral Heavy Shield (2,020 gp)
+1 Ring of Protection (2,000 gp)
+1 Amulet of Natural Armour (2,000 gp)
+1 Cloak of Resistance (1,000 gp)
Handy Haversack (2,000 gp)
Current load: 12.5 lbs
Carrying Capacity light – lbs or less, medium – lbs, heavy – lbs. Lift lbs, Lift and Stagger lbs, Push/Drag lbs
Money
0 gp
Appearance: Ssiran is slight and slender, with unusual yellow-green eyes and angular features. He carries a gleaming shield of mithral silver with the symbol of a Trueborn noble family, and he sometimes looks upon the shield with equal parts pride, affection, and wistful nostalgia. He keeps it meticulously, and foes who mar the shield incite his wrath.
Personality: Ssiran is kind-hearted, generous, and particularly sympathetic to outcasts, but he is new to being so, and he sometimes has to meditate to sort out the new feelings coursing through him. Evil beings who perform a great wrong to Ssiran or his friends, including damaging his shield, may yet rouse the wrathful ire bubbling within him, in which case he strikes for vengeance before he can stop himself.
Background: Although his mind is among the keenest of his people, Ssiran's Yuan-ti blood is weak, even for a thinblood. As such, he was constantly ostracised and tormented in Zangala, and his significant psionic achievements were ignored with racist disdain, even by his own family. Dejected and pettily jealous and angry, Ssiran decided he would teach them all by setting out on his own, but the road to a new life was not kind to the young Yuan-ti. Nearly slain by dark beasts along the way, Ssiran managed to reach civilised lands, only to be turned away by those who recognised his thick Zangalan accent and clothing, and the subtle hints of his yuan-ti heritage. This stirred Ssiran's ire, and he was quick to add the humans of these new lands to his list of those against whom he would one day wreak vengeance.
One day, Ssiran was being harassed by a militia of frightened villagers with torches and simple weapons, including stones that they threw at his exposed skin, raising nasty bruises, when a knight in shining armour descended into the midst, riding upon a beautiful horse of purest white. Ssiran was sure that this newest opponent would spell his doom, and he prepared to take as many of the villagers with him as possible, when a startling thing happened--the knight brought down a shining shield of pure mithral silver and deflected the rocks being thrown at him. Removing the helmet and calling out to the villagers to halt, the knight was revealed to be a stunningly beautiful Trueborn lady with kind blue eyes that seemed like gates to a celestial ocean. She calmed down the villagers and then bade Ssiran ride with her in a commanding voice he could not refuse. She introduced herself as Rayne Liore, a paladin and champion of virtue. Ssiran shook his head and told her that she was a fool to save him from the villagers' stones, for he would one day have his vengeance upon them. Didn't she know that he was yuan-ti. She replied that while she recognised him for what he was, she could see that though his heart had grown callous from the hatred and suspicion of others planted within him since his youngest days in the Machiavellian world of Zangala, there was good within him that was seeking to express itself. She told him that she believed in him. He scoffed at her words--what foolishness the altruism she described!--but he allowed her to bring him to stay at an inn, since her company seemed to either dissuade the humans from attacking him or perhaps convince them that he was not a danger to them. Finally able to mingle among humans, he immediately took this opportunity to learn more of their ways so he could fit in among them as if he weren't Yuan-ti at all, something with which his weak blood was finally an aid.
But his peaceful travels with the charismatic Trueblood could not last forever. In a ploy to cement the perceived threat of Ssiran's vengeance from afar, his own sister Lass'riza sent a dangerous pyrokineticist killer for hire to eliminate her brother in the foreign lands. As the pyrokineticist crept upon the sleeping Ssiran, the young Telepath would surely have perished to the assassin's flames, but with a cry of alarm, Rayne bolted through the door and brought her shining shield to bear directly in the path of the flame, leaving both of them unscathed. Handing him the shield she held, Rayne looked deeply into Ssiran's eyes and spoke two simple words "Ssiran, run!" Such was the commanding voice in her words and her powerful presence, as well as the immediateness and fear of the moment, that Ssiran had already lept from the window and run a fair distance before he turned to look back for Rayne and realised that he had seen her charge towards the pyrokineticist with her lone sword glowing with holy light. At that moment, the cold reptilian logic that held sway over Ssiran's mind snapped, as the full realisation of Rayne's sacrifice, her belief in him, sunk in. His heart, a little-used organ in the past, twinged with some unknown feeling, and before he knew it, he had turned about and was running back towards the inn. It was at that moment that the inn exploded into a roiling firestorm. Uncharacteristic tears flowed from Ssiran's eyes, and he couldn't explain why, but he was overcome with a sense of loss. He called out to alert the town of the fire and helped carry water to put it out with the energy of a much stronger man, but by the time it was safe to check amidst the smoldering ruins of the inn, there was no sign of Rayne or the pyrokineticist, not even recognisable bodies...only ashes.
Ssiran meditated for a full week on the revelations of that fateful night, and he realised that he had discovered something pure and powerful, something that even the greatest masterminds of Zangala didn't understand. He had discovered love, and he had begun to understand the meaning of altruism, of sacrifice for others. And he decided that Rayne's sacrifice could not be in vain. He devoted himself to a new goal to go along with his studies in psionics. Instead of vengeance upon those who had wronged him, Ssiran decided that he must aid all those who are wrongfully ostracised, like he had been, especially those who did not have the chance Rayne gave him, helping them find a place to join society among friends and loved ones as best they can. To that end, Ssiran first realised that he must successfully establish himself among the humans, which he did with startling ease now that he had perfected his ability to blend in. Some day, he hopes all those in Ambria can live in peace, without hating their neighbours for being different. When that day comes, perhaps he can turn his sight to a place where his new way of thinking is needed even more...Zangala...
Ssiran Zan'sil
Male Yuan-ti Thinblood Telepath 5
Medium Humanoid
Alignment: Neutral Good
Patron Spirits:
Region: Originally Zangala, Currently Ambria
Height: 5' 6''
Weight: 135lbs
Skin: Tan, sometimes barely hinting at Green
Eyes: Yellow-Green
Age: 24
Str: 6 (-2) [0 points, -2 racial]
Dex: 12 (+0) [4 points]
Con: 14 (+4) [6 points]
Int: 21 (-2) [16 point, +2 racial, +1 stat raise]
Wis: 14 (+1) [4 points, +2 racial]
Cha: 14 (+3) [6 points]
Racial Abilities:
+2 Int, +2 Wis, -2 Str, low light vision, +2 Diplomacy and Sense Motive.
Class Abilities:
37 PP / day
Powers Known-
1-Attraction, Charm, Inertial Armour, Mindlink, Telempathic Projection, Vigour
2-Concealing Amorpha, Suggestion, Swarm of Crystals
3-Body Adjustment, Dispel Psionics
Hit Dice: 5d4 + 10
HP: 26
AC: 16 [+3 Shield, +1 enhancement to Natural, +1 Deflection, +1 Dex] (AC 20 or higher with Inertial Armour)
Armor Check Penalty: 0
Init: +1 (+1 Dex)
Speed: 30ft
Saves
Fortitude +4 [+1 base, +2 Con, +1 Cloak]
Reflex +3 [+1 base, +1 Dex, +1 Cloak]
Will +7 [+4 base, +2 Wis, +1 Cloak]
BAB: +2
Melee Atk: +0 (melee weapon)
Ranged Atk: +3 (as per power)
Skills
Bluff +10
Concentration +10
Diplomacy +21
Knowledge (Arcana) +13
Knowledge (Nobility) +13
Listen +4
Psicraft +13
Sense Motive +12
Spot +4
Feats:
Overchannel (1st level)
Talented (Telepath 1)
Psicrystal Affinity [Friendly] (3rd level)
Alertness (Psicrystal)
Psionic Meditation(Telepath 5)
Languages: Common, Yuan-ti, Valhedrin, Sylvan, Draconic, Celestial, Abyssal
Equipment:
+1 Mithral Heavy Shield (2,020 gp)
+1 Ring of Protection (2,000 gp)
+1 Amulet of Natural Armour (2,000 gp)
+1 Cloak of Resistance (1,000 gp)
Handy Haversack (2,000 gp)
Current load: 12.5 lbs
Carrying Capacity light – lbs or less, medium – lbs, heavy – lbs. Lift lbs, Lift and Stagger lbs, Push/Drag lbs
Money
0 gp
Appearance: Ssiran is slight and slender, with unusual yellow-green eyes and angular features. He carries a gleaming shield of mithral silver with the symbol of a Trueborn noble family, and he sometimes looks upon the shield with equal parts pride, affection, and wistful nostalgia. He keeps it meticulously, and foes who mar the shield incite his wrath.
Personality: Ssiran is kind-hearted, generous, and particularly sympathetic to outcasts, but he is new to being so, and he sometimes has to meditate to sort out the new feelings coursing through him. Evil beings who perform a great wrong to Ssiran or his friends, including damaging his shield, may yet rouse the wrathful ire bubbling within him, in which case he strikes for vengeance before he can stop himself.
Background: Although his mind is among the keenest of his people, Ssiran's Yuan-ti blood is weak, even for a thinblood. As such, he was constantly ostracised and tormented in Zangala, and his significant psionic achievements were ignored with racist disdain, even by his own family. Dejected and pettily jealous and angry, Ssiran decided he would teach them all by setting out on his own, but the road to a new life was not kind to the young Yuan-ti. Nearly slain by dark beasts along the way, Ssiran managed to reach civilised lands, only to be turned away by those who recognised his thick Zangalan accent and clothing, and the subtle hints of his yuan-ti heritage. This stirred Ssiran's ire, and he was quick to add the humans of these new lands to his list of those against whom he would one day wreak vengeance.
One day, Ssiran was being harassed by a militia of frightened villagers with torches and simple weapons, including stones that they threw at his exposed skin, raising nasty bruises, when a knight in shining armour descended into the midst, riding upon a beautiful horse of purest white. Ssiran was sure that this newest opponent would spell his doom, and he prepared to take as many of the villagers with him as possible, when a startling thing happened--the knight brought down a shining shield of pure mithral silver and deflected the rocks being thrown at him. Removing the helmet and calling out to the villagers to halt, the knight was revealed to be a stunningly beautiful Trueborn lady with kind blue eyes that seemed like gates to a celestial ocean. She calmed down the villagers and then bade Ssiran ride with her in a commanding voice he could not refuse. She introduced herself as Rayne Liore, a paladin and champion of virtue. Ssiran shook his head and told her that she was a fool to save him from the villagers' stones, for he would one day have his vengeance upon them. Didn't she know that he was yuan-ti. She replied that while she recognised him for what he was, she could see that though his heart had grown callous from the hatred and suspicion of others planted within him since his youngest days in the Machiavellian world of Zangala, there was good within him that was seeking to express itself. She told him that she believed in him. He scoffed at her words--what foolishness the altruism she described!--but he allowed her to bring him to stay at an inn, since her company seemed to either dissuade the humans from attacking him or perhaps convince them that he was not a danger to them. Finally able to mingle among humans, he immediately took this opportunity to learn more of their ways so he could fit in among them as if he weren't Yuan-ti at all, something with which his weak blood was finally an aid.
But his peaceful travels with the charismatic Trueblood could not last forever. In a ploy to cement the perceived threat of Ssiran's vengeance from afar, his own sister Lass'riza sent a dangerous pyrokineticist killer for hire to eliminate her brother in the foreign lands. As the pyrokineticist crept upon the sleeping Ssiran, the young Telepath would surely have perished to the assassin's flames, but with a cry of alarm, Rayne bolted through the door and brought her shining shield to bear directly in the path of the flame, leaving both of them unscathed. Handing him the shield she held, Rayne looked deeply into Ssiran's eyes and spoke two simple words "Ssiran, run!" Such was the commanding voice in her words and her powerful presence, as well as the immediateness and fear of the moment, that Ssiran had already lept from the window and run a fair distance before he turned to look back for Rayne and realised that he had seen her charge towards the pyrokineticist with her lone sword glowing with holy light. At that moment, the cold reptilian logic that held sway over Ssiran's mind snapped, as the full realisation of Rayne's sacrifice, her belief in him, sunk in. His heart, a little-used organ in the past, twinged with some unknown feeling, and before he knew it, he had turned about and was running back towards the inn. It was at that moment that the inn exploded into a roiling firestorm. Uncharacteristic tears flowed from Ssiran's eyes, and he couldn't explain why, but he was overcome with a sense of loss. He called out to alert the town of the fire and helped carry water to put it out with the energy of a much stronger man, but by the time it was safe to check amidst the smoldering ruins of the inn, there was no sign of Rayne or the pyrokineticist, not even recognisable bodies...only ashes.
Ssiran meditated for a full week on the revelations of that fateful night, and he realised that he had discovered something pure and powerful, something that even the greatest masterminds of Zangala didn't understand. He had discovered love, and he had begun to understand the meaning of altruism, of sacrifice for others. And he decided that Rayne's sacrifice could not be in vain. He devoted himself to a new goal to go along with his studies in psionics. Instead of vengeance upon those who had wronged him, Ssiran decided that he must aid all those who are wrongfully ostracised, like he had been, especially those who did not have the chance Rayne gave him, helping them find a place to join society among friends and loved ones as best they can. To that end, Ssiran first realised that he must successfully establish himself among the humans, which he did with startling ease now that he had perfected his ability to blend in. Some day, he hopes all those in Ambria can live in peace, without hating their neighbours for being different. When that day comes, perhaps he can turn his sight to a place where his new way of thinking is needed even more...Zangala...
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[sblock=Hiitar]Hiitar
Female Tiefling Psychic Warrior 5
Medium Humanoid
Alignment:
Patron Spirits: XX
Region: XX
Height: 6'0
Weight: 160 lbs
Skin: Dark
Eyes: Black
Age: XX
Str: 12 (+1) [06 points, -2 racial]
Dex: 19 (+4) [10 points, +2 racial, +1 level]
Con: 14 (+2) [06 points, -2 racial, +2 racial]
Int: 14 (+2) [02 point, +2 racial, +2 racial]
Wis: 16 (+3) [10 points]
Cha: 12 (+1) [02 points, +2 racial]
Racial Abilities:
Low-light vison, +2 Bluff and Diplomacy. Racial Talents – Infernal Gift (Flare, True Strike, 1/day, cast as wizard at character level), Infernal Resistance (+4 bonus on all saving throws against the spells, special abilities, and special attacks of evil outsiders), Talent Skills (languages if possible). Racial transformations – Darkvision 60ft., Infernal Presence (Fear effect 1/day against all enemies that can see you, DC 14+Cha mod).
Class Abilities: Proficient with all simple and martial weapons, with all types of armor (heavy, medium, and light), and with shields (except tower shields). Bonus Feats.
Hit Dice: 5d8+11
HP: 37
AC: 19 [+4 armour, +4 Dex, +1 deflection, +1 Dodge]
Armor Check Penalty: 0
Arcane Spell Failure: 15%
Init: +4 (+4 Dex)
Speed: 30 ft.
Saves
Fortitude +6 [+4 base, +1 Con]
Reflex +5 [+1 base, +4 Dex]
Will +4 [+1 base, +3 Wis]
BAB: +3
Melee Atk: +7 with light weapons
* +1 rapier +8 melee (1d6+2, 18-20x2)
* Dagger +7 melee (1d4, 19-20/x2)
Ranged Atk: +7
* +1 Short Comp Bow +8 range (1d6+1, x3, 70 ft.)
* Dagger +7 range (1d4+1, 19-20/x2, 10 ft.)
Skills
* Autohypnosis +11 [8 ranks, +3 Wis]
* Bluff +3 [0 ranks, +1 Cha, +2 racial]
* Concentration +10 [8 ranks, +2 Con]
* Diplomacy +3 [0 ranks, +1 Cha, +2 racial]
* Knowledge (Psionics) +10 [8 ranks, +2 Int]
* Ride +5 [1 ranks, +4 Dex]
Feats:
* Dodge
* Weapon Finesse
* Deep Impact
* Narrow Mind,
* Psionic Meditation
* Psionic Weapon
Languages: Common, Infernal.
Equipment:
+1 Rapier (2320 gp), +1 Studded Leather (1175 gp), +1 Short Comp Bow (2375 gp), Two Cold Iron Daggers (30 gp), +1 Ring of Protection (2000 gp), Light Warhorse w/Millitary Saddle and gear (500 gp), Outfit (100 gp), 4 potions of CLW (200 gp),
Current load: XXX lbs, light load.
Carrying Capacity light – 43 lbs or less, medium 44 – 86 lbs, heavy 87 – 130 lbs. Lift 130 lbs, Lift and Stagger 260 lbs, Push/Drag 680 lbs
Money
300 gp.
Appearance: Immaculately dressed and groomed.
Personality: Abrupt and impatient. Vain.
Background: [/sblock]
[sblock=Hiitar]Hiitar
Female Tiefling Psychic Warrior 5
Medium Humanoid
Alignment:
Patron Spirits: XX
Region: XX
Height: 6'0
Weight: 160 lbs
Skin: Dark
Eyes: Black
Age: XX
Str: 12 (+1) [06 points, -2 racial]
Dex: 19 (+4) [10 points, +2 racial, +1 level]
Con: 14 (+2) [06 points, -2 racial, +2 racial]
Int: 14 (+2) [02 point, +2 racial, +2 racial]
Wis: 16 (+3) [10 points]
Cha: 12 (+1) [02 points, +2 racial]
Racial Abilities:
Low-light vison, +2 Bluff and Diplomacy. Racial Talents – Infernal Gift (Flare, True Strike, 1/day, cast as wizard at character level), Infernal Resistance (+4 bonus on all saving throws against the spells, special abilities, and special attacks of evil outsiders), Talent Skills (languages if possible). Racial transformations – Darkvision 60ft., Infernal Presence (Fear effect 1/day against all enemies that can see you, DC 14+Cha mod).
Class Abilities: Proficient with all simple and martial weapons, with all types of armor (heavy, medium, and light), and with shields (except tower shields). Bonus Feats.
Hit Dice: 5d8+11
HP: 37
AC: 19 [+4 armour, +4 Dex, +1 deflection, +1 Dodge]
Armor Check Penalty: 0
Arcane Spell Failure: 15%
Init: +4 (+4 Dex)
Speed: 30 ft.
Saves
Fortitude +6 [+4 base, +1 Con]
Reflex +5 [+1 base, +4 Dex]
Will +4 [+1 base, +3 Wis]
BAB: +3
Melee Atk: +7 with light weapons
* +1 rapier +8 melee (1d6+2, 18-20x2)
* Dagger +7 melee (1d4, 19-20/x2)
Ranged Atk: +7
* +1 Short Comp Bow +8 range (1d6+1, x3, 70 ft.)
* Dagger +7 range (1d4+1, 19-20/x2, 10 ft.)
Skills
* Autohypnosis +11 [8 ranks, +3 Wis]
* Bluff +3 [0 ranks, +1 Cha, +2 racial]
* Concentration +10 [8 ranks, +2 Con]
* Diplomacy +3 [0 ranks, +1 Cha, +2 racial]
* Knowledge (Psionics) +10 [8 ranks, +2 Int]
* Ride +5 [1 ranks, +4 Dex]
Feats:
* Dodge
* Weapon Finesse
* Deep Impact
* Narrow Mind,
* Psionic Meditation
* Psionic Weapon
Languages: Common, Infernal.
Equipment:
+1 Rapier (2320 gp), +1 Studded Leather (1175 gp), +1 Short Comp Bow (2375 gp), Two Cold Iron Daggers (30 gp), +1 Ring of Protection (2000 gp), Light Warhorse w/Millitary Saddle and gear (500 gp), Outfit (100 gp), 4 potions of CLW (200 gp),
Current load: XXX lbs, light load.
Carrying Capacity light – 43 lbs or less, medium 44 – 86 lbs, heavy 87 – 130 lbs. Lift 130 lbs, Lift and Stagger 260 lbs, Push/Drag 680 lbs
Money
300 gp.
Appearance: Immaculately dressed and groomed.
Personality: Abrupt and impatient. Vain.
Background: [/sblock]
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