League of Extraordinary (calling all players ;))
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Karl Green
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Bobitron said:
He looks good BUT just a couple of things. First, as you are now Large Sized your Unarmed Damage and Basic Slam both increase by one Dice type (so your Monk Punch is 1d10 and Slam is 1d6). You can also use Large size weapons one handed and Huge sized weapons two handed
You do get some advances for being a Large size
Bobitron
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Hmm...Karl Green said:He looks good BUT just a couple of things. First, as you are now Large Sized your Unarmed Damage and Basic Slam both increase by one Dice type (so your Monk Punch is 1d10 and Slam is 1d6). You can also use Large size weapons one handed and Huge sized weapons two handed
You do get some advances for being a Large size
I used this chart.
Small or Large Monk Unarmed Damage
Small Monk Large Monk
Level Damage Damage
1st–3rd 1d4 1d8
4th–7th 1d6 2d6
8th–11th 1d8 2d8
Am I wrong? If he was size M it would be 1d6, large is 2d6. I adjusted it in the gallery.
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Karl Green
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Ops yep your Fist should do 2d6... but they are listed as 1d8 right? Sorry mixed that up
Your Slam should be 1d6 though
Your Slam should be 1d6 though
Karl Green
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I am going to start on Sunday no matter what!! I really hope to see characters by then but as the first part will NOT involve combat and stuff I can survive a few days after that to finalize all the characters.
I to am VERY excited by this game. I have been working up the Bad guys and having a lot of fun with that...
I to am VERY excited by this game. I have been working up the Bad guys and having a lot of fun with that...
taitzu52
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Karl Green said:
Hey Karl, do me a favor and give me a final clarification on magical tatoos. Is that max. # of tatoos per character level, or spell level total = to level? What are the rules for activation, how often?
Also, it looks like you treat Permanancy a bit differently than in the book. What are your rulings on that?
Lemme know, I'm almost ready to get Neville in the RG.
TZ
Karl Green
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You can have 4 tattoos (your character level). Permancy I read wrong 
sooooo ignore what I posted I am going with the book. The Tattoos, I am going to leave as I wrote them we will just have to re-work the cost. Just cause I want to give you a boost (to bring you up to the ECL)
sooooo ignore what I posted I am going with the book. The Tattoos, I am going to leave as I wrote them we will just have to re-work the cost. Just cause I want to give you a boost (to bring you up to the ECL)
taitzu52
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OK, so it looks like 1700gp for 1st's and 2300gp for 2nd's so far. If I max it out, I'd go for:Karl Green said:
Camoflauge
Endure Elements
Barkskin
Cat's Grace
Let me know what you want the new costs to be, and rules for frequency of activation. I'm guessing that they're not one use.
What am I working with here, 29k?Slippshade
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Ok, Ijust had a really cool idea about my background, which involves my character being the Son of a Human slave and Sora Katra, the half-fiend/Green Hag and one of the Daughters of Sora Kell.
If there is a problem race wise I will just keep the stat bonuses and racial abilities of a half-Elf, and use the race issue as purely background, since that is what I really want anyway. It is also a great excuse for the Hexblade Class as Sora Katra is especially good at curses.
Background:
Son of the half-fiend/green hag, Sora Katra, and a Brelish slave, Bale Kell birth was preordained by Sora Katra’s sister Sora Teraza. Prophesized to be a great general of the Droamm armies, Bale was groomed from birth as a leader of man and monster. He was as cruel and cunning as his Mother, but his father’s blood allowed him to move easily among humans, a perfect tool for the sisters. Bale led surgical strikes into Breland during the Last War to hone his fighting abilities and studied with the monstrous shamans of Droamm to bring out his sorcerous heritage.
After the founding of Droamm after the end of the Last War, the sisters thought to wise to move Bale to Sharn where his ability to blend in aided their work in the city. As one of the founders of Daask in lower Sharn, Bale was Sora Katra’s eyes and ears for her network of thugs and monsters. In the last two years since the end of the war as startling change has overtaken Bale.
Sora Tereza again had a vision, she for saw the son of Sora Katra battling the spirit of Saladar the Pure, Hero of Cyre and Paladin of the Silver Flame, for the dark blade Magique'ricerca in the Temple Flame at Aquirine. Magique'ricerca had been long thought destroyed by the temple of the silver flame when Saladar had slain its creator Malvor the Black.
A message was sent immediately to Bale. He was to leave as soon as possible for the Temple Flame in the ruins of Aquirine. Aquirine was a small city near the border of Cyre. It’s only major building being the Temple Flame, one of the largest temples in Khorvaire devoted to the Church of the Silver Flame. Now located two days travel into the Mournlands the ruins of Aquirine were thought to have been picked clean by fleeing refuges and would be treasure hunters. Gathering a small coterie of Daask members, Bale entered the grey-mists of Mournland and on to Aquirine. The journey to Aquirine and Temple Flame cost Bale half of his party members and the guardians of the temple cost him the rest. There in the inner sanctum of Temple Flame Bale bested the spirit of Saladar and claimed Magique’ricerca for himself.
When Bale’s hand touched the dark blade a deep pain shot through him. I was as if something had cracked his mind open and was prying the worst of his thoughts and memories from him, replaying the grisly scenes from his victim’s perspective. Their pain and suffering was his. With every cut he bled, with every beating he could feel his bones break. Their fear coursed through him. His thoughts were shredded until his mind was laid bear, for the sword to see, but it did not kill him. Somewhere deep inside it had found a spark of humanity, a hint of compassion long thought lost.
Bale crawled from the Temple Flame a shell of the man he was when he arrived. His pride and callousness had been ripped from him. Everything he held to be true had been proven an illusion. He had seen the truth of himself. A monster bred by monsters. He had lost himself, but the sword had given him back something long thought gone…his humanity.
It was that night the dream started. A young, beautiful, human girl came to him and held his head as he cried. The dream continued for a week always the same, until on the seventh night in Aquirine she spoke.
“You must get up, they are coming.” Her voice was urgent but calm.
Bale bolted upright out of his sleep. In the distance he could here the guttural tones of Hobgoblins. Bale waited in hiding until they came into view. The voices were familiar. The sisters must have sent a search party out of Sharn to look for him. The lead Hobgoblin was Grishnak a sorcerer of some skill and head of one of the gangs of Daask. Bale stepped out to where he could be easily seen by the approaching party.
“Bale, there you are! We have been looking for you for days now...you look like sh….,”
‘Kill it!’ screamed the young girls voice inside Bale’s head and with out thinking he struck his former compatriot, shearing the stunned hobgoblins head from his body. The others never had a chance. Three were down before they even thought about reacting and the rest soon followed.
“Who are you?” Bale screamed at the sword.
There was no response.
That night the dreams came again and the young woman spoke this time with a hard edge to her voice.
“My name is Edana, daughter of Malvor the Black and first sacrifice made to the sword Magique’ricerca. When Saladar killed my father, and took his sword, he brought it back here to Aquirine. The priests of the Silver Flame sought to destroy the weapon, but could not, but in doing so unleashed part of me from the blade. I am forever tied to it, but no longer its slave. You will be my wielder, Bale, son of Sorta Katra, grandson of Sorta Kell. You are mine and I am yours.” Her voice softened as the dream apparition took his hands. “We have so much to do Bale, but I will help you.” The apparition smiled slyly and her ghostly lips kissed Bale’s forehead, “Just remember I always get what I want, so it will be easier if you don’t fight me.”
Somehow Bale made it out of the Mournland alive and back to Sharn, where he has since distanced himself from Daask under the guise of studying and unlocking the secrets of Magique’ricerca.
Personality:
Bale loyalties are conflicted. He is too important a piece of the Sisters plans to be allowed to stray to far and he tries to keep some contact with Daask if only to keep up the illusion of loyalty to Sorta Katra and spy on there plans. Many of which he has managed to disrupt without being caught. Bale knows it is only a matter of time until he is discovered.
His dreams have continued, as well as his conversations with the spirit of Edana. They are at a crossroads and have no way of knowing where to go from here.
Description:
Bale can easily pass for a Human. The only node towards his Hag heritage is a slight greenish tint to his pale skin and the mass of ragged long black hair that he keeps in a multitude of beaded braids. He is 6’ 1” tall and weighs about 220 lbs. Bale tends to ware dark colors for clothes, black being predominant which fits his mood most of the time. When moving around Sharn he keeps a hooded cloak with him to ward off inclement weather and any liquids dropped from bridges and towers above him. His style in clothing has changed from militaristic to casual since returning from Aquirine, but no matter where he goes Magique’ricerca is always by his side. While fighting Bale likes to keep things light, relying on a mithril shirt that he found at the Temple Flame and his spells to keep him safe from harm.
If there is a problem race wise I will just keep the stat bonuses and racial abilities of a half-Elf, and use the race issue as purely background, since that is what I really want anyway. It is also a great excuse for the Hexblade Class as Sora Katra is especially good at curses.
Background:
Son of the half-fiend/green hag, Sora Katra, and a Brelish slave, Bale Kell birth was preordained by Sora Katra’s sister Sora Teraza. Prophesized to be a great general of the Droamm armies, Bale was groomed from birth as a leader of man and monster. He was as cruel and cunning as his Mother, but his father’s blood allowed him to move easily among humans, a perfect tool for the sisters. Bale led surgical strikes into Breland during the Last War to hone his fighting abilities and studied with the monstrous shamans of Droamm to bring out his sorcerous heritage.
After the founding of Droamm after the end of the Last War, the sisters thought to wise to move Bale to Sharn where his ability to blend in aided their work in the city. As one of the founders of Daask in lower Sharn, Bale was Sora Katra’s eyes and ears for her network of thugs and monsters. In the last two years since the end of the war as startling change has overtaken Bale.
Sora Tereza again had a vision, she for saw the son of Sora Katra battling the spirit of Saladar the Pure, Hero of Cyre and Paladin of the Silver Flame, for the dark blade Magique'ricerca in the Temple Flame at Aquirine. Magique'ricerca had been long thought destroyed by the temple of the silver flame when Saladar had slain its creator Malvor the Black.
A message was sent immediately to Bale. He was to leave as soon as possible for the Temple Flame in the ruins of Aquirine. Aquirine was a small city near the border of Cyre. It’s only major building being the Temple Flame, one of the largest temples in Khorvaire devoted to the Church of the Silver Flame. Now located two days travel into the Mournlands the ruins of Aquirine were thought to have been picked clean by fleeing refuges and would be treasure hunters. Gathering a small coterie of Daask members, Bale entered the grey-mists of Mournland and on to Aquirine. The journey to Aquirine and Temple Flame cost Bale half of his party members and the guardians of the temple cost him the rest. There in the inner sanctum of Temple Flame Bale bested the spirit of Saladar and claimed Magique’ricerca for himself.
When Bale’s hand touched the dark blade a deep pain shot through him. I was as if something had cracked his mind open and was prying the worst of his thoughts and memories from him, replaying the grisly scenes from his victim’s perspective. Their pain and suffering was his. With every cut he bled, with every beating he could feel his bones break. Their fear coursed through him. His thoughts were shredded until his mind was laid bear, for the sword to see, but it did not kill him. Somewhere deep inside it had found a spark of humanity, a hint of compassion long thought lost.
Bale crawled from the Temple Flame a shell of the man he was when he arrived. His pride and callousness had been ripped from him. Everything he held to be true had been proven an illusion. He had seen the truth of himself. A monster bred by monsters. He had lost himself, but the sword had given him back something long thought gone…his humanity.
It was that night the dream started. A young, beautiful, human girl came to him and held his head as he cried. The dream continued for a week always the same, until on the seventh night in Aquirine she spoke.
“You must get up, they are coming.” Her voice was urgent but calm.
Bale bolted upright out of his sleep. In the distance he could here the guttural tones of Hobgoblins. Bale waited in hiding until they came into view. The voices were familiar. The sisters must have sent a search party out of Sharn to look for him. The lead Hobgoblin was Grishnak a sorcerer of some skill and head of one of the gangs of Daask. Bale stepped out to where he could be easily seen by the approaching party.
“Bale, there you are! We have been looking for you for days now...you look like sh….,”
‘Kill it!’ screamed the young girls voice inside Bale’s head and with out thinking he struck his former compatriot, shearing the stunned hobgoblins head from his body. The others never had a chance. Three were down before they even thought about reacting and the rest soon followed.
“Who are you?” Bale screamed at the sword.
There was no response.
That night the dreams came again and the young woman spoke this time with a hard edge to her voice.
“My name is Edana, daughter of Malvor the Black and first sacrifice made to the sword Magique’ricerca. When Saladar killed my father, and took his sword, he brought it back here to Aquirine. The priests of the Silver Flame sought to destroy the weapon, but could not, but in doing so unleashed part of me from the blade. I am forever tied to it, but no longer its slave. You will be my wielder, Bale, son of Sorta Katra, grandson of Sorta Kell. You are mine and I am yours.” Her voice softened as the dream apparition took his hands. “We have so much to do Bale, but I will help you.” The apparition smiled slyly and her ghostly lips kissed Bale’s forehead, “Just remember I always get what I want, so it will be easier if you don’t fight me.”
Somehow Bale made it out of the Mournland alive and back to Sharn, where he has since distanced himself from Daask under the guise of studying and unlocking the secrets of Magique’ricerca.
Personality:
Bale loyalties are conflicted. He is too important a piece of the Sisters plans to be allowed to stray to far and he tries to keep some contact with Daask if only to keep up the illusion of loyalty to Sorta Katra and spy on there plans. Many of which he has managed to disrupt without being caught. Bale knows it is only a matter of time until he is discovered.
His dreams have continued, as well as his conversations with the spirit of Edana. They are at a crossroads and have no way of knowing where to go from here.
Description:
Bale can easily pass for a Human. The only node towards his Hag heritage is a slight greenish tint to his pale skin and the mass of ragged long black hair that he keeps in a multitude of beaded braids. He is 6’ 1” tall and weighs about 220 lbs. Bale tends to ware dark colors for clothes, black being predominant which fits his mood most of the time. When moving around Sharn he keeps a hooded cloak with him to ward off inclement weather and any liquids dropped from bridges and towers above him. His style in clothing has changed from militaristic to casual since returning from Aquirine, but no matter where he goes Magique’ricerca is always by his side. While fighting Bale likes to keep things light, relying on a mithril shirt that he found at the Temple Flame and his spells to keep him safe from harm.
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