Deuce Traveler
Adventurer
SolosAddie and hafrogman, are you still joining us?
Deuce Traveler's Last Stand of the Dorinthians
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hafrogman
Adventurer
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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[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.
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?
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[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.
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Deuce Traveler
Adventurer
I really like the character concept, and the tale of the special sword (was it a family heirloom...if so you're character was likely an officer, which means status in the Empire), so it's approved and good to go. We just need to see how to meet your character up with the adventurers. Perhaps he was captured by the Imperials besieging the dwarven kingdom, or he somehow fell in with the Dorinthian refugees. Or we might have them run into your wandering self as they leave the area.
Deuce Traveler
Adventurer
By the way, I never stated it, but Common is the language of the Imperials, and every Dorinthian knows it as well as their own Dorinthian tongue because of the many years of contact, peaceful and otherwise. So Common and Dorinthian are free languages for all Dorinthians, and for Tallione characters with a Dorinthian War campaign background.
The capital was called Dorinth, but I like how you 'romanized' it with Dorinam, which is most likely what the Talliones would do. That was brilliant.
The capital was called Dorinth, but I like how you 'romanized' it with Dorinam, which is most likely what the Talliones would do. That was brilliant.
hafrogman
Adventurer
I was trying to go for the absolute lowest rank in the army, rather than an officer. The idea behind the sword was that it was a simple soldier's sword that had aquired it's merit by being associated with my family for three generations.
It's possible that his family had more wealth and importance than suggested by his rank, but due to family tradition, he enlisted as a legionaire rather than an officer. Builds character, you know.
I was going along the captured by the dwarves route you had suggested earlier, captured by the party works as well. He'd presumably stick out among the rebels since he still has the Tallione sword and armor. Captured by the imperials could work as well, but they'd probably need a reason to not have killed a deserter on sight.
It's possible that his family had more wealth and importance than suggested by his rank, but due to family tradition, he enlisted as a legionaire rather than an officer. Builds character, you know.
I was going along the captured by the dwarves route you had suggested earlier, captured by the party works as well. He'd presumably stick out among the rebels since he still has the Tallione sword and armor. Captured by the imperials could work as well, but they'd probably need a reason to not have killed a deserter on sight.
Deuce Traveler
Adventurer
hafrogman said:
Ah, I see. I called the city Dorinam and the country Dorinth. I hadn't looked at that part of my notes for awhile. Your idea about the sword works for me. We'll have you captured by the dwarves and introduced during the aftermath of this next fight.
SolosAddie
Explorer
still planning on joining. just had a busier weekend than expected. will be up soon
Deuce Traveler
Adventurer
No problem.
