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[The_Gneech]

He's an uncontrollable white trash romance novelist who hangs with the wrong crowd. She's a vivacious junkie safe cracker with the power to see death. They fight crime!

-The Gneech

 

[Viktyr Gehrig]

Play a Ghoul Fighter/Rogue, who has dim, hazy recollections of his mortal life. He's neutral, with good tendencies, and is rebelling against the barbaric nature of his undeath, while trying to understand who he used to be-- he has hazy recollections, and some places and things seem familiar to him. His progression as a Fighter and a Rogue feels natural to him, like a part of his former life.

Complicating matters: as a living Human, he was a dedicatedly Neutral Evil Assassin of some repute, and as long as he disguises himself to not appear undead, he's easily mistakable for the assassin he used to be. He might not know this yet-- but other people recognize him. When he finds out, he's as horrified by his mortal life as he has been of his undeath.

If he's so good-hearted as a ravenous undead predator, how could he possibly have been so evil in life? If he had been so fearsome in life, how was he taken down by ghouls? Who else is hunting him from his former life? What is he going to do with his eternal unlife, now that he can't go back to his former life?

 

[Nifft]

If you're allowed to use Savage Species, be a Shadow Psion. Be a Telepath -- Shadows get a +6 bonus to Charisma (!!!).

If your DM uses Savage Species, you'll need 3 levels of the Emancipated Spawn PrC to get your powers back. That's no biggie, since you're getting d12s for HP as a Psion -- it's not too great a price to pay.

-- Nifft

 

[Viktyr Gehrig]

Or develop your psionics after becoming undead-- instead of playing Emancipated Spawn. Emancipated Spawn seems like something for an ex-PC to become a PC again.

On the other hand, you probably need the Turn Resistance...

 

[blackshirt5]

Become the Meat-Trachiotomy Shadow!

Who knows what evil lurks in the Trachia of Man? And The Trachia of Cows? As Well As The Trachia of Undead?

The MEat-Trachiotomy Shadow Knows.

 

[tarchon]

Spooky. I planned on posting the following before I read the above:

A female halfling monk who is a chef without peer who was once a Sacred Oven Guard of Yondalla, but all of her sisters were killed by Evil Dudes. She now walks the earth, looking for adventures and cooking gourmet meals for the poor and dispossesed. Of course, she has taken a vow of chastity that she will only break with the male halfling who can defeat her in an Iron Chef contest.

And, yes, that really was one of my characters way back when.

One of my best NPCs was a halfling cook who turned out to be a cannibal.

[Alard]: The halfling did surrender, we must remember that and treat him with leniency.
[DM]: The halfling who was making a barbecue spit?
[Alard]: yes, the wee cannibal. As far as we know, though, he is neither a murdering cannibal nor a raping cannibal.
[DM]: The paladin says he's real evil though.
[Alard]: Still he surrendered. If anyone is to be spared it is he.
[Regis]: We should gain the evidence before speaking of sentences.
[DM]: And appoint a defender, the paladin adds.
[Regis]: A priest perhaps?
[Alard]: Who appointed a defender for the peasant we bury today, asks Seth.
[Regis]: Out of order.
[DM]: That's the prosecuter.
[Alard]:
[Regis]: That is just evidence.
[DM]: You can prosecute, Seth, Sindri says.
[DM]: You should defend the halfling, REgis. He is one of your poeple.
[Alard]: We must learn what we can from these evildoers, and succor as best we can these righteous ones. Playing at lordship can wait for later.
Interrogation of Vextel
[Regis]: I would prefer to spit the cannibal.
[Alard]: Ungag him. Leave him bound and blindfolded.
[Regis]: Done
[Sindri]: It's not entirely clear he's a cannibal. He was just making a spit, an innocent spit.
[Alard]: Any ID on this weasel?
[Regis]: Let's find out
[Vextel]: "grg. Uh. Mercy, mercy, please!"
[Regis]: Search him I do
[Alard]: We're trying to be merciful. I've convinced my friends not to cut off your tongue or your private parts. Nothing else has been decided yet
[Alard]: Who are you, cannibal/
[Vextel]: "They made me do it, those horrible evil thieves!"
[DM]: The halfling had theives tools on him ,as did the duerdwarf.
Regis raises a questioning eyebrow.
[Alard]: did they, now? And do you know who they were, those thieves?
[Vextel]: "Me, I'm Vextel. Well, there was Mevid the Evil, Skarn Horred, Dolgar, and Davok the Ugly.
[Alard]: How long have you been enslaved by them?
[Vextel]: "Yeah, enslaved... Uh..They shanghaied me a couple months ago. Wanted me to help them kill some wizard."
Alard signals to Seth that he should sharpen his sword.
Seth does so, audibly.
[Vextel]: "Uh, Maasavva the Black. That's his name."
[Alard]: "Some wizard," you say. Not some roadside peasant.
[vextel]: "Oh, they just did that for fun! Can you believe that! That's how evil they are. I swear!"
[Alard]: By what Power do you swear?
[Vextel]: "On a stack of Holy Cookbooks!"
[Regis]: Can I have his tongue?
Regis pulls a razor sharp dagger.
[Vextel]: "I couldn't tell you all their secrets without that, could I?"
[Alard]: Yes, we agreed that he keeps his tongue.
[Regis]: Who needs you? We have the others.
[Vextel]: "They'll never talk. I'm your best shot. Skarn, he's nuts! You saw it, he'd never surrender. It took four guys to hold him down. Freaking fanatic."
[Regis]: Lie again and I'll skin your feet.
[Alard]: Under Almorian law, of course, he would lose his hand as a thief.
[DM]: "What did I steal? I didn't steal nuthin!"
[Alard]: Perhaps these were medical instruments you were carrying?
[Vextel]: "Oh those, those are... kitchen implements."

[Alard]: The one called Evil...that was your wizard?
[Vextel]: "Mevid the Evil, he was the boss. Yeah, a wizard."
[Alard]: And the ugly half-orc? What was he?
[Vextel]: "Davok. He's nuts too. Pulls the wings off pixies."
[Alard]: That's naughty.
[Vextel]: "He is, he is, I tell ya."
[Vextel]: "What do you wanna know, I'll tell you everything. Please don't kill me!"
[Alard]: So, you joined up with this murderous band of rapists and cannibals, serving Szefrin personally, and set out to kill the famous Black Wizard.
[Vextel]: "they made me, said they needed a cook!"
[Alard] (disgustedly): I'm sure they did.
[DM]: You did find a bunch of pans and things in his gear.
[Alard]: When did you leave Szefrin's castle?
[Vextel]: "We ain't never been to the castle. Just got here this week."
[Alard]: Where did you come here from, then? Where does Mevid dwell?
[Vextel]: I don't know where he was from. Probably the Abyss. Me, I'm from Dyvers."
[Alard]: Without a husband, Vessin will need another pair of hands around the farm. How handy are you with animals, Vexel?
[Vextel]: "cooking 'em, or eating 'em?"
[Alard]: That, too. But mostly milking and feeding and such.
[Vextel]: "Well, I suppose... yeah I could do that. Sure thing. I'm your halfling!"
[Alard]: I'm starting to get bored with this conversation. But perhaps you can be spared, and perhaps Vessin would agree to take you on as a bondsman.
[Vextel]: "Oh absolutely, I'll be the best milk, uh, milk maker you ever saw."
[Alard]: Oh, just one thing...
[Vextel]: "Yeah?"
[Alard]: if you were just a prisoner yourself, why were you carrying...THIS!
Alard holds out an onyx cube.
[Vextel]: "That... well if you ain't got one of them, the fiends'll get ya. You carry that, they know you're off limits."
[Alard]: It wasn't enough that you were always with your evil masters Skarn and Mevid?
[Vextel]: "I dunno, maybe if I had to go down the road to get some water or something. Why, a fiend could eat me in one gulp."
[Alard]: What's the best sauce for pork?
[Vextel]: "Which kind of pork? Are we talking Verbobonc Fancy? Greyhawk Brown? Every breed takes a different sauce."
[Alard]: Hmm...maybe Vessin could use you...
[Regis]: Bad tactic to ask a halfling about food.
[Alard]: Eh, same for beef?
[Vextel]: "I have to admit, we halflings ain't much on beef."
[Alard]: duck?
[Vextel]: "Oh duck..." he salivates.
[Alard]: Halfling?
[Vextel]: "I prefer currant sauce myself…"
[Alard]: (eyes wide) Cuff him and stuff him, Regis.
Regis applauds
[Vextel]: "…with quince garnish."
Alard looks inquiringly at Fiendfodder.
[Vextel]: "Mmmm. stuffing...."
[Regis]: Well done Alard, he admitted cannibalism!
[Fiendfodder]: "He sounds inocent enough, though his aura his deeply corrupt."
[Alard]: Sounds innocent? what sauce do YOU take on halflings, friend?
[Regis]: Fiendfodder, he admitted cannibalism!!
[Fiendfodder]: "You mean he meant putting currant sauce ON halfling!"
Regis nods, as Fiendfodder turns greenish.
[Regis]: Unless this one has some extremely valuable information he must die.
[DM]: Oh, BTW, in the halflings things, you all found a vial of something too.
[Alard]: He's a cook, alright

 

[Craer]

A githzerai sorcerer/alienist sucked into the Prime in a magical mishap during a battle between his old party and a large force of heavily equipped Illithids. Considering the type of familiars you could find on the Astral, think what they would look like with the pseudonatural template as well.

-Craer