Judgement Day (Full)
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James Heard
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My alternate character, continuing my anti-template, anti-multiclassing, anti-cheese theme:
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Bob
Human Fighter 30
NG Medium Humanoid (Human)
Init: +2 Senses: Spot +4, Listen +4, Darkvision 60’
Languages: Common
AC: 20, 12 touch, 18 flatfooted
hp: 450 (30 HD)
Fort: +17 Ref: +13 Will: +13
Speed: 30’
Melee +47 +11 Greatsword (2d6+19), +45 +11 Dagger(1d4+17)
Ranged +43 +11 Dagger (1d4+17)
Base Atk +28/+23/+18/+13 Grp +32
Special Actions Cleave, Power Attack
Combat Gear +11 Greatsword, +11 Dagger
Abilities Str 18 Dex 15 Con 18 Int 8 Wis 8 Cha 8
Feats Weapon Focus: Greatsword, Power Attack, Weapon Specialization: Greatsword, Cleave, Greater Weapon Focus: Greatsword, Dodge, Blind-Fight, Greater Weapon Specialization: Greatsword, Weapon Focus: Dagger, Weapon Specialization: Dagger, Greater Weapon Focus: Dagger, Iron Will, Lightning Reflexes, Endurance, Diehard, Alertness, Skill Focus: Spot, Skill Focus: Listen, Epic Toughness x5, Epic Weapon Focus: Greatsword, Epic Prowess x3
Skills Climb (Str) +37, Swim (Str) +33
Possessions Combat Gear plus Bracers of Armor +8, Goggles of Night, & Well of Many Worlds plus thirteen 1,000 GP gems.
Roleplaying Hooks
+11 Greatsword (2,420,350 GP)
+11 Dagger (2,420,350 GP)
+8 Bracers of Armor (64,000 GP)
Well of Many Worlds (82,000 GP)
Goggles of Night (12,000 GP)
13 1,000 GP gems
Background
Bob is good. He kills bad things and takes their stuff, and does what people tell him to do, and eats his vegetables.
Appearance
Bob looks like Bob Newhart, with a lot more muscles and in a loincloth carrying a greatsword. He shows great bravery by his deft placement of his dagger in his loincloth. He jingles when he walks, from carrying expensive gems in a pouch underneath his loincloth.
Personality
Not important, or not much, depending on if you're asking his adventuring companions or his ex-girlfriends.
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Bob
Human Fighter 30
NG Medium Humanoid (Human)
Init: +2 Senses: Spot +4, Listen +4, Darkvision 60’
Languages: Common
AC: 20, 12 touch, 18 flatfooted
hp: 450 (30 HD)
Fort: +17 Ref: +13 Will: +13
Speed: 30’
Melee +47 +11 Greatsword (2d6+19), +45 +11 Dagger(1d4+17)
Ranged +43 +11 Dagger (1d4+17)
Base Atk +28/+23/+18/+13 Grp +32
Special Actions Cleave, Power Attack
Combat Gear +11 Greatsword, +11 Dagger
Abilities Str 18 Dex 15 Con 18 Int 8 Wis 8 Cha 8
Feats Weapon Focus: Greatsword, Power Attack, Weapon Specialization: Greatsword, Cleave, Greater Weapon Focus: Greatsword, Dodge, Blind-Fight, Greater Weapon Specialization: Greatsword, Weapon Focus: Dagger, Weapon Specialization: Dagger, Greater Weapon Focus: Dagger, Iron Will, Lightning Reflexes, Endurance, Diehard, Alertness, Skill Focus: Spot, Skill Focus: Listen, Epic Toughness x5, Epic Weapon Focus: Greatsword, Epic Prowess x3
Skills Climb (Str) +37, Swim (Str) +33
Possessions Combat Gear plus Bracers of Armor +8, Goggles of Night, & Well of Many Worlds plus thirteen 1,000 GP gems.
Roleplaying Hooks
+11 Greatsword (2,420,350 GP)
+11 Dagger (2,420,350 GP)
+8 Bracers of Armor (64,000 GP)
Well of Many Worlds (82,000 GP)
Goggles of Night (12,000 GP)
13 1,000 GP gems
Background
Bob is good. He kills bad things and takes their stuff, and does what people tell him to do, and eats his vegetables.
Appearance
Bob looks like Bob Newhart, with a lot more muscles and in a loincloth carrying a greatsword. He shows great bravery by his deft placement of his dagger in his loincloth. He jingles when he walks, from carrying expensive gems in a pouch underneath his loincloth.
Personality
Not important, or not much, depending on if you're asking his adventuring companions or his ex-girlfriends.
Bialaska, for the elemental savant you posted in RG, I doubt that it would get a feat every three levels for the epic progression. That sort of thing is reserved for classes with no other features. You'll at most get one every four levels.
Where did stone of greater luck and stone of greater intuition come from?
Where did stone of greater luck and stone of greater intuition come from?
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Rkhet said:
I don't get how they find out how often people get things. I figured that it was a bit as the Incantatrix from Forgotten Realms, so 1 feat per 3 levels. Considered for a moment going with Hathran improvement, but 1 per 2 levels was probably a bit too much. Also Incantatrix, Loremaster, Blackguard and several others gain the 1 per 3 levels progression and have some special features.
The stones are simply slightly altered existing items. Can give them up though, as AC isn't what I'm going to win on anyway.
Blackguard doesn't have a full caster progression, so that's not comparable. Loremaster, as well as Sorcerer and Wizard gains more or less no benefits other than the feat every three levels (Loremaster gains Lore. Base classes gain Familiar benefits... roughly equal. Base might actually be better.) Incantatrix I don't know about, not having the book.
Elemental Savant gains Energy Focus and Energy Penetration, at the cost of 1 caster level every five levels - and it's negatable by Practiced Spellcaster. Essentially, you get spell progression plus extras. What it might be comparable to is Arcane Trickster and Eldritch Knight, and they both get one feat every four levels.
Elemental Savant gains Energy Focus and Energy Penetration, at the cost of 1 caster level every five levels - and it's negatable by Practiced Spellcaster. Essentially, you get spell progression plus extras. What it might be comparable to is Arcane Trickster and Eldritch Knight, and they both get one feat every four levels.
Here's the background for Alosat.
Background:
It was a perfect spring day by the lake. The birds were singing, the sun shone down on the water, reflecting like silver. A young monk sat by the water's edge, staring off into the distance.
Footsteps behind him. The voice of an old man. "Alosat."
"Master."
"What are you thinking?"
Alosat scooped up a handful of water, and let it drip back down. It splashed and formed tiny ripples, pushing outwards.
"The water was in my hand. Where is it now?"
"Only in your mind, perhaps."
"Where did we come from, master? Where are we going?"
"From the void. And we shall go back where we came."
"If we came from the void and shall return to it, then why did we come? What is the point of happiness? Sadness? Anger? Boredom?"
The robed figure merely smiled and said nothing.
A silence passed.
"Have you readied your thesis?"
"No. My words are empty and without conviction. I can never describe the growth of a tree, the shape of a flower. I have but one question. You know what it is. Answer not with words."
The robed figure picked up a flower. He smiled beautifically, and the whole world seemed to transform around him. The air filled with the fragrance of lilacs, and just below conscious hearing came a chorus of angelic voices. A shower of petals fell from the sky.
Alosat watched on with hooded eyes, his face impassive. The petals that landed near him withered and died.
The master sighed. The air shimmered for a moment, and things went back to the way they were.
"Go, then. I do not have what you seek."
Alosat stood up and bowed. He left without a word.
Alosat wandered the land for many years, then decades, centuries. He learned to bend the fabric of reality with but a thought. He learned to steal power from the gods. He learned to walk the path of the Protean, the power to do anything, become anything. But he never found what he sought.
Or did he?
When pressed for answers, Alosat, like his former master, would pick up a flower. An inaudible scream fills the air, and all plant life around him grows madly, flowering and bearing fruit in seconds. And then they die, leaving a circle of lifeless, desiccated husks.
"Life," he would say, "is meaningless."
Background:
It was a perfect spring day by the lake. The birds were singing, the sun shone down on the water, reflecting like silver. A young monk sat by the water's edge, staring off into the distance.
Footsteps behind him. The voice of an old man. "Alosat."
"Master."
"What are you thinking?"
Alosat scooped up a handful of water, and let it drip back down. It splashed and formed tiny ripples, pushing outwards.
"The water was in my hand. Where is it now?"
"Only in your mind, perhaps."
"Where did we come from, master? Where are we going?"
"From the void. And we shall go back where we came."
"If we came from the void and shall return to it, then why did we come? What is the point of happiness? Sadness? Anger? Boredom?"
The robed figure merely smiled and said nothing.
A silence passed.
"Have you readied your thesis?"
"No. My words are empty and without conviction. I can never describe the growth of a tree, the shape of a flower. I have but one question. You know what it is. Answer not with words."
The robed figure picked up a flower. He smiled beautifically, and the whole world seemed to transform around him. The air filled with the fragrance of lilacs, and just below conscious hearing came a chorus of angelic voices. A shower of petals fell from the sky.
Alosat watched on with hooded eyes, his face impassive. The petals that landed near him withered and died.
The master sighed. The air shimmered for a moment, and things went back to the way they were.
"Go, then. I do not have what you seek."
Alosat stood up and bowed. He left without a word.
Alosat wandered the land for many years, then decades, centuries. He learned to bend the fabric of reality with but a thought. He learned to steal power from the gods. He learned to walk the path of the Protean, the power to do anything, become anything. But he never found what he sought.
Or did he?
When pressed for answers, Alosat, like his former master, would pick up a flower. An inaudible scream fills the air, and all plant life around him grows madly, flowering and bearing fruit in seconds. And then they die, leaving a circle of lifeless, desiccated husks.
"Life," he would say, "is meaningless."
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