I would make a proper OOC thread thread, but just let me put some stuff down here:
3.5 rules
30th level
Roll for stats using
http://www.vacuumelemental.com/ 4d6 drop the lowest. If your stats are too low for your liking, lemme look and I'll see if you can re-roll
443,000 XP
Starting gold - 4,300,000gp
No epic spellcasting/psionics (too much of a hassle)
Races allowed - from PHB, Savage Species, MM II & III, Fiend Folio, Tome of Horrors I & II, Expanded Psionic Handbook, Book of Vile Darkness/Exalted Deeds, as well as from Dragon magazine #277-#321. Animal companions and familiars can be lifted from these sources as well.
Classes allowed - only standard. If you have a really smashing idea for one of the OA classes (or races), run it by me first.
Feats, prestige classes, equipment, spells, and whatnot can be drawn from core books, Book of Vile Darkness/Exalted Deeds, BoEM I, II, and III, BoHM I and II, Savage Species, Manual of the Planes, Planar Handbook, Expanded Psionic Handbook, Hyperconsciousness, all splatbooks, Arms and Equipment Guide, as well as from Dragon magazine #277-#321. My own prestige classes will also be allowed (link in the sig).
I reserve the DM's right to veto anything.
You'll note that none of the Forgotten Realms books are on this list. That is deliberate.
[In addition, if anyone wants to play an awakened air element gelatinous cube, let me know.]
In addition, let's keep the cohorts to a minimum, because keeping track of the abilities of epic level characters is hard enough as it is.
Essentially you all belonged to a world known as the Endless Falls. It was a world of great extremes, infinately high mountains, impossibly deep seas, cities that represented the greatest and worst of humanity. In the center of your world was the place where all the waters ran, and fell down the Endless Falls. Here was the place where one could lift magic, power, creativity, and the raw stuff that dreams are made of. All of you bathed in there, and became the most powerful people of your world. You made cities, moved mountains, or perhaps only controlled one behind the scenes. Maybe you created your own magical lair in a hollow mountain and delved into the mysteries of creation. Perhaps you wiped out a whole race, only to build them up again in your image. Whatever your desires, you could make them, for you were like unto gods in your world.
But such power breeds jealousy from evil powers, and alarm from the good powers. "Mortals were not meant to have such power, they have spirialed too high, too fast!" the gods cried, for the Endless Falls was one of the worlds left over from the time of creation. Few had bothered to control it, and indeed, some looked upon it with pride. But with your rise to ascension, came fear. In a holocaust of fire, blood, water, and lightning, the world of the Endless Falls came to an end.
Only you few survived. Representing the great power of your world, you are all that remain of the Endless Falls. You represent the highest and the lowest, the best and worst of your world. Some are benevolent, some cruel, but all of you share the bond of being the last of your kind. The gods tried to destroy you out of fear. And by hook or by crook, fair means or foul, this must be redressed.