Yeah, I don't post much over the weekend. I'm knocking together my character.
A question regarding languages:
Is it all standard PHB or homebrew? I notice some characters have Dorinthian and some have common. What bonus language might an imperial soldier know?
I'll just update this post as I get more complete. All done I think.
Edit: Another question. Is there any limit on single item spending? I kind of blew most of my cash on one item, as it helped create the idea of a man who's cast of most of his old possessions and run off into the wilds alone with just the gear on his back.
If you wish me to revise it, I can.
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[B]Name:[/B] Tessan Ventus
[B]Class:[/B] Fighter
[B]Race:[/B] Human
[B]Size:[/B] Medium (5'7", 175 lbs)
[B]Gender:[/B] Male
[B]Alignment:[/B] Lawful Neutral
[B]Str:[/B] 16 +3 [B]Level:[/B] 3 [B]XP:[/B] 5,250
[B]Dex:[/B] 9 -1 [B]BAB:[/B] +3 [B]HP:[/B] 32 (3d10+6)
[B]Con:[/B] 14 +2 [B]Grapple:[/B] +6
[B]Int:[/B] 13 +1 [B]Speed:[/B] 20'
[B]Wis:[/B] 11 +0 [B]Init:[/B] -1
[B]Cha:[/B] 12 +1
[B]Base Armor Shield Dex Size Misc[/B]
[B]Armor:[/B] 15 10 +4 +2 -1 +0 +0
[B]Touch:[/B] 9
[B]Flat:[/B] 15
[B]Base Mod Misc[/B]
[B]Fort:[/B] +5 +3 +2 --
[B]Ref:[/B] +0 +1 -1 --
[B]Will:[/B] +3 +1 +0 +2
[B]Weapon Attack Damage Critical[/B]
Shortsword +8 1d6+4 19-20
Dagger +6 1d4+3 19-20
Dagger, Thrown +2 1d4+3 19-20
[B]Languages:[/B] Common, Dorinthian, Halfling
[B]Feats:[/B]
Endurance [human]
Iron Will [1st]
Combat Expertise [Fighter 1]
Weapon Focus: Shortsword [Fighter 2]
Die Hard [3rd]
[B]Abilities:[/B]
Bonus Feats
[B]Skill Points:[/B] 24 [B]Max Ranks:[/B] 6/3
[B]Skills: Ranks Mod Misc[/B]
Climb +5 6 +3 *
Jump +5 6 +3 *
Knowledge: Architecture +2 1cc +1 --
Listen +3 3cc +0 --
Spot +2 2cc +0 --
*Armor Check Penalty: -4
[B]Equipment: Cost Weight[/B]
Shortsword +1 2310gp 2lb
Dagger (2) 4gp 2lb
MW Scale Mail 200gp 30lb
MW Heavy Wooden Shield 157gp 10gp
Backpack 2gp 2gp
Bedroll 0.1gp 5lb
Belt Pouch (2) 2gp 1lb
Crowbar 2gp 5lb
Flint & Steel 1gp -lb
Shovel 2gp 8lb
Tent 10gp 20lb
Waterskin 1gp 4lb
Whetstone 0.02gp 1lb
Winter Blanket 0.5gp 3lb
Total 2691.62
[B]Total Weight:[/B] 93lb/152lb (medium load)
[B]Money:[/B] 8 gp 3 sp 8 cp
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[sblock=Background]I am a soldier, as was my father before me, and his father before him. Legionaire's all, we did battle as men, on foot, face to face with our enemies. Our lives for the Empire.
I was born while my father was away, fighting for the glory of Tallione. He was there during the during the final push of the last Dorinthian War. He was one of the few who made it back at all, even if he was no longer the man he used to be. Often in my youth he would sit by the fire at night, looking at the space where his leg should have been and he would tell me tales of his service. The battles and the glory, and the terrible losses that the Dorinthians wreaked upon his comrades. It was always my destiny to follow in his path.
When I came of age, I entered the service of my Empire. The night before I left my home to begin my new duties, my father took me aside and handed me his sword. A legionaire's sword, decorated with the Tallione eagle. It was the sword of my grandfather, blessed by the gods, an heirloom of the Ventus line. Not a noble's weapon, not gilt or jewels adorn it. It is the sword of a soldier. Sharp. Made to be used. I wore it with pride as I joined the legion. Two years later I marched for Dorinth with the sword at my side.
The war seemed to be in our favor at first. We marched on Dorinam as conquerers, and quickly defeated their weak king. But the people themselves proved more of a challenge. As the war continued, our losses increased. True to my father's tales, the Dorinthians were fierce in battle. I reveled in the conflict, eager to prove myself on the field of battle. But as the fighting grew more fierce, I began to notice changes in the character of the legion. Discipline broke down, and often the troops were allowed. . . or encouraged to commit horrible deeds in the name of the Empire. This was not two armies meeting on the field of battle with honor, this was not the way of my father.
I stood victorious at the Battle of Kalden. The fighting had been fierce, and our victory won at a terrible cost. But we had held the day. After the battle though, the mood turned dark. My fellow soldiers, and the officers meant to be their guidance, all turned upon the civilians and refugees. The innocent and the helpless were slaughtered. . . in the name of the Empire. Sickened, I turned away from the massacre and tried to flee. My commander noticed my motion, and moved to confront me. We argued over the bloodshed, and I decried the legions' atrocities. He drew his blade on me and I was forced to defend myself. I left his body on the field of battle as I stumbled away in a daze. I gazed down at the blade of my sword, red with blood, Tallione blood. I had betrayed the memories of my father and grandfather. . . or perhaps the Empire had betrayed their memories . . . or perhaps both.
I found myself alone, outside of the town, covered in the blood of my own comander. I threw aside the trappings of my service. The shield and the cape and the spear of a legionaire were all cast aside, but the blade stayed with me. I could not bring myself to abandon it. I replaced my shield with that of a fallen Dorinthian soldier and fled into the night. I had no direction, and no concept of what awaited me, but I could no longer return.[/sblock]
Plans for the character, given enough time. I was considering a general drift from Lawful Neutral to Lawful Good, the massacre being the catalyst that shows him that merely not doing evil is not enough. Given time he might also multi-class into Paladin, depending on how things go.