Karl Green
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Keia said:
Oh now that is interesting... especially for one of the Undying Court
League of Extraordinary (calling all players ;))
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Oh now that is interesting... especially for one of the Undying Court
Slippshade
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So, should we wait on your new intro to post actions or are you going to fast forward past the combat that the group was in?
Karl - If you could roll for me that would be great. I will just give you my actions and let you know if I spend action dice.
Slip
Karl - If you could roll for me that would be great. I will just give you my actions and let you know if I spend action dice.
Slip
Slippshade
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Prof Yeti said:
How about the ability to call apon an ancesteral spirit that possesses you and grants you some pretty cool bonuses? It would fit with a Vanar Elf (or half-elf).
May be a little close to the split personallity of Bale and his sword, but with a little modification, it could be a lot of fun.
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taitzu52
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Natural Lycanthropes and Half-Dragons would both fit in with the Ebberon canon quite nicely too. The WotC site has some good articles on Aundir/Eldeen lycanthropy, or Agronessen dragon conspiracies. And again, the raw cash you could otherwise get can buy you a character defining item or two.
ShaggySpellsword
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+4 ECl bonus stuff? Was that my gear or does Marcus have abilities I forgot about? Its been a while and I've graduated, interviewed for 5 jobs, gotten married and moved since.
Karl Green
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ShaggySpellsword said:
Hmm looking at your character's stuff... I am not sure what we did... I will have to re-read this thread cause I am not sure what we talked about extra stuff for your character...
A continuation of the story of Taran Varnodel
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From the Journal of Taran Varnodel
A week has passed and I still have a hard time believing what had happened. A dragon! A real dragon! And it was dying. To understand maybe I should go back just a bit and start from there.
It was shortly after my 23rd birthday and I was hunting a band of Murughel (Stillborn) that had kidnapped a young girl from her families hold. I wasn't sure why they wanted her but I knew it was for nothing good. I had chased them into the mountains and found them in the middle of their vile ceremony. The hunt was over and the battle commenced. When I had first looked there had been but twelve of them, but their numbers quickly grew. Knowing not were they came from and not caring I smote all that came in reach. And yet their numbers continued to grow, so I continued the fight though after a time fatigue weighed my limbs like stone.
But at the same moment I felt the first touches of despair I felt a breeze unlike any I had known before. The breeze literally hummed with magic, and powerful magics' at that. I felt invigorated and without even thinking went on the offensive once again. I pressed my advantage, blasting with both spell and sword, till the last of the Murughel was no more. Quickly I released the girl and set her on the trail that would see her home. But I felt a summons from a place near by that called to me. I followed the feeling and was soon at a cave entrance hidden behind a fall of credous vines. Upon entering I felt both apprehention and exhilaration that had my heart racing. After a time I saw light further down the cave tunnel. What I would find was incredible beyond my wildest dreams.
The tunnel opened into a immense room, filled with rugs and tapestry of the finest make. There were magical lights suspended in mid air around the room. And a giant mound of gold, gems, and other materials that would make a king look in jealousy. But the most amazing object was that which sat upon the mound of treasure. A dragon of gold that literally glowed with the reflected lights of the magics. I did not know to run, bow, or pray for mercy but the ancient creature only matched my gaze with a look of amusement.
"Are they destroyed?" the words suddenly appearing in my mind. Rather than shock the 'voice' gave me a sense of comfort.
"Yes"
"Good, their presense disturbed my rest....and they smelled of death" again the words appeared in my head with a hint of annoyance. "You though...you smell of the blood."
"The battle was fierce, Ancient One." I replied though almost immediately wishing to take my statement back.
"No...The Blood....as in the scion of my kind. I can sense your power though small is powerful."
As the conversation continued I began noticing more and more about my host. His scales were dulled and many where either missing or chipped. And in some places he looked to have scars longer across than I was tall. Even his wings, though folded, looked to be missing bit of skin. He was truly an ancient being and most probably immense power.
"You are correct youngling I am old. From a time that is only myth and legend even to your elven forefathers. But my time grows short and I would ask a favor of you."
"Yes...What may I do for you, Ancient One?" I answered before even realizing what I had said.
"I would ask that you hear my story and understand that which has gone before." And for the next several hours I listened as he told of his life and all that he had experienced, until his breath became labored and his eyes glassy. And yet he struggled to complete his tale and with it he expired. After a time I prepared to leave but movement caught my eye and I turned back to body of the dragon, and I saw what could only be his spirit rise above the shell he had become. "I thank you youngling for your company. I have a gift for you in return." With that the spectral dragon swept thru the air and dove straight at my chest, passing thru and swirling around my body. From there he floated before me and smiled, though I felt it more in my soul then in my eyes, and he was gone. With his passing the magical fire began to dim and I made to leave. And as I turned for a last look from the cave entrance the body of the ancient creature began to turn to dust and fall in on itself.
Upon leaving the cave I quickly caught up to the girl and escorted her the rest of the way home. And though I should be tired I am energized beyond my wildest imaginings. But while I did not notice it at first, the actions of the Dragon had left another mark upon my chest to match the 'Dragonmark' on my back. I still look the same as before, so shall have to look into this further.
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Mr. Green here is what I was thinking, though still open to suggestions or whatever.
Like I said before I am partial to stat bonuses. So I took the Half-Celestial Template (+4 ECL)and subtracted the Celestial Template (+2 ECL) leaving the stat bonuses (a +2 ECL). And thought to take the other (+2 ECL Stuff) as Magic/Equipment. With the backstory it would mean I wasn't a "Half-Dragon" but definately someone who had been granted a boon. Like I said this is just an idea/suggestion.
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From the Journal of Taran Varnodel
A week has passed and I still have a hard time believing what had happened. A dragon! A real dragon! And it was dying. To understand maybe I should go back just a bit and start from there.
It was shortly after my 23rd birthday and I was hunting a band of Murughel (Stillborn) that had kidnapped a young girl from her families hold. I wasn't sure why they wanted her but I knew it was for nothing good. I had chased them into the mountains and found them in the middle of their vile ceremony. The hunt was over and the battle commenced. When I had first looked there had been but twelve of them, but their numbers quickly grew. Knowing not were they came from and not caring I smote all that came in reach. And yet their numbers continued to grow, so I continued the fight though after a time fatigue weighed my limbs like stone.
But at the same moment I felt the first touches of despair I felt a breeze unlike any I had known before. The breeze literally hummed with magic, and powerful magics' at that. I felt invigorated and without even thinking went on the offensive once again. I pressed my advantage, blasting with both spell and sword, till the last of the Murughel was no more. Quickly I released the girl and set her on the trail that would see her home. But I felt a summons from a place near by that called to me. I followed the feeling and was soon at a cave entrance hidden behind a fall of credous vines. Upon entering I felt both apprehention and exhilaration that had my heart racing. After a time I saw light further down the cave tunnel. What I would find was incredible beyond my wildest dreams.
The tunnel opened into a immense room, filled with rugs and tapestry of the finest make. There were magical lights suspended in mid air around the room. And a giant mound of gold, gems, and other materials that would make a king look in jealousy. But the most amazing object was that which sat upon the mound of treasure. A dragon of gold that literally glowed with the reflected lights of the magics. I did not know to run, bow, or pray for mercy but the ancient creature only matched my gaze with a look of amusement.
"Are they destroyed?" the words suddenly appearing in my mind. Rather than shock the 'voice' gave me a sense of comfort.
"Yes"
"Good, their presense disturbed my rest....and they smelled of death" again the words appeared in my head with a hint of annoyance. "You though...you smell of the blood."
"The battle was fierce, Ancient One." I replied though almost immediately wishing to take my statement back.
"No...The Blood....as in the scion of my kind. I can sense your power though small is powerful."
As the conversation continued I began noticing more and more about my host. His scales were dulled and many where either missing or chipped. And in some places he looked to have scars longer across than I was tall. Even his wings, though folded, looked to be missing bit of skin. He was truly an ancient being and most probably immense power.
"You are correct youngling I am old. From a time that is only myth and legend even to your elven forefathers. But my time grows short and I would ask a favor of you."
"Yes...What may I do for you, Ancient One?" I answered before even realizing what I had said.
"I would ask that you hear my story and understand that which has gone before." And for the next several hours I listened as he told of his life and all that he had experienced, until his breath became labored and his eyes glassy. And yet he struggled to complete his tale and with it he expired. After a time I prepared to leave but movement caught my eye and I turned back to body of the dragon, and I saw what could only be his spirit rise above the shell he had become. "I thank you youngling for your company. I have a gift for you in return." With that the spectral dragon swept thru the air and dove straight at my chest, passing thru and swirling around my body. From there he floated before me and smiled, though I felt it more in my soul then in my eyes, and he was gone. With his passing the magical fire began to dim and I made to leave. And as I turned for a last look from the cave entrance the body of the ancient creature began to turn to dust and fall in on itself.
Upon leaving the cave I quickly caught up to the girl and escorted her the rest of the way home. And though I should be tired I am energized beyond my wildest imaginings. But while I did not notice it at first, the actions of the Dragon had left another mark upon my chest to match the 'Dragonmark' on my back. I still look the same as before, so shall have to look into this further.
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Mr. Green here is what I was thinking, though still open to suggestions or whatever.
Like I said before I am partial to stat bonuses. So I took the Half-Celestial Template (+4 ECL)and subtracted the Celestial Template (+2 ECL) leaving the stat bonuses (a +2 ECL). And thought to take the other (+2 ECL Stuff) as Magic/Equipment. With the backstory it would mean I wasn't a "Half-Dragon" but definately someone who had been granted a boon. Like I said this is just an idea/suggestion.
