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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Henry" data-source="post: 294511" data-attributes="member: 158">Oh, what the heck.My favorite character does not have as expressive a history as Isirga Eth's, but he was amazingly fun to play way back when.His name was Baxian, and he was a 2nd edition Fighter with the Swashbuckler Kit. He is my favorite because of two things.1)He was the only character I ever had who EARNED his weapon skill. The DM at the time had come up with a house-ruled weapon specialization system. After you had vanquished a certain number of XP's worth of foes, you gained better proficiency with your weapon. My fighter attained 9th level by using primarily his shortbow, and his rapier, and he was the most proficient member fo the whole party. I steadily advanced my skill in that weapon, and by 9th level, I was cutting things to pieces with deadly skill. I loved watching the slow yet steady progression, even though the DM later admitted it to be a pain tracking the XP's for EACH and EVERY party member's weapon. (He didn't let us do it - he did it.)2) Baxian had two hallmarks - he wanted to be the best swordsman in the realms (not Faerun), and he loved carving a big "X" symbol into all his foes. (This was as per the 'initials' rules in the 2nd edition Complete Fighters' Handbook.) At 6th level, he discovered Xyler, a supremely egotistical +3 rapier with an intelligence and ego almost as high as my character's ability to control him. Any time I was damaged for more than (I recall) 10 hit points, Xyler could take control of my actions. The little twerp.I was loath to part with Xyler, but Xyler had two themes: He wanted to be wielded by only the best swordsman in the world, and he had a special attack: on a critical, he would carve a huge "X" in the opponent and do extra damage. Xyler, however, didn't care about Baxian's health - he just wanted to find the best. Once, while the entire party was severely wounded in hostile territory, the darned sword kept casting light spells so that opponents could find us faster!!! <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f631.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":eek:" title="Eek!    :eek:"  data-smilie="9"data-shortname=":eek:" />Baxian had to cry and plead with his own sword to turn the &$^&*$ing lights off. <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" />(For some reason, another incident sticks out in my mind of the whole party battered and unconscious in the middle of hostile territory - except for the party mage, completely out of spells, with his sling at the ready, and holding a Scroll of Light in hand, ready to fling it in the eyes of any opponent who came near. <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f600.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":D" title="Big grin    :D"  data-smilie="8"data-shortname=":D" />)I thoroughly enjoyed that PC, right until we ended the game at 9th level.</blockquote>

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