OOC - [Epic] Scions of the Endless Falls - Full
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Uh... oriental language... Rokugani will do.
Extreme? More like obscene! 
Naw, I don't mind too much, just follow the basic rules of my games in that you don't make the DM cry. I have to admit that one did make me a bit misty...
Naw, I don't mind too much, just follow the basic rules of my games in that you don't make the DM cry. I have to admit that one did make me a bit misty...
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LazarusLong42
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Well, so long as I'm on the alternates list, I might as well flesh out the character 
Basic Idea: A half-celestial (human) bard with a special penchant for enchantment spells, and a knack for running things from behind the scenes.
Background[/b}:
Sordan had never wanted to be the man in charge. Quite the opposite, in fact; he was happy to leave the day-to-day workings of the world to others, and spent his early adult life as a troubador, moving from city to city, or nation to nation, singing, playing his pipes, chatting up the women, and generally making a nuisance of himself. He fought when he had to, and even honed his fighing skills over time.
Shortly before his twenty-fifth birthday, he first heard the Lay of the Endless Falls, and that changed everything. Was it really true? Were there waters at the center of the world that would imbue the bather with powers beyond his imagining? Were there people walking the streets--perhaps in this very inn--as he listened that had been there, had seen it?
He asked the man who had sung the song, but as usual the song had come to him from a friend of a cousin of a friend, and the origin was long since lost.
Yet Sordan was fascinated. If the Falls existed, then he would find them. And he spent his years gathering information, everything he could--even wresting secrets from those who would not let them go willingly. For a short while, he went slightly mad with the thrill of the chase, the hunt, and the sheer possibility of power. He even laughed over the bodies of his former compatriots when they found the falls--and he killed them, one by one.
Only he would have this power.
He stepped into the Falls--and in the blink of an eye, everything changed again. He saw his soul, tarnished, blackened by what he had become--and then he learned of his celestial origins, of the heritage that he had shattered by his deeds. And as he stood in the Falls, he willed himself a second chance.
Now, he learned the ways of politics, stepping into the background of first cities, and then nations. He was never the man in charge--but he was city manager, or royal advisor, or master of lore, the man to whom everyone turned for advice. He sowed peace among the nations, where before there had been war; he sowed amnesty where ruthless killing had been paramount. He created new governments, and acted as interim regent when rulerships were in dispute.
His quest was to refrain from taking power--and only to give it where he could.
And then the world was taken out from under him by the gods. First he was sad, but then he was angry--for the very beings that should have been giving power in the first place had taken it instead for their own selfish uses.
They would have to be taught.
Basic Idea: A half-celestial (human) bard with a special penchant for enchantment spells, and a knack for running things from behind the scenes.
Background[/b}:
Sordan had never wanted to be the man in charge. Quite the opposite, in fact; he was happy to leave the day-to-day workings of the world to others, and spent his early adult life as a troubador, moving from city to city, or nation to nation, singing, playing his pipes, chatting up the women, and generally making a nuisance of himself. He fought when he had to, and even honed his fighing skills over time.
Shortly before his twenty-fifth birthday, he first heard the Lay of the Endless Falls, and that changed everything. Was it really true? Were there waters at the center of the world that would imbue the bather with powers beyond his imagining? Were there people walking the streets--perhaps in this very inn--as he listened that had been there, had seen it?
He asked the man who had sung the song, but as usual the song had come to him from a friend of a cousin of a friend, and the origin was long since lost.
Yet Sordan was fascinated. If the Falls existed, then he would find them. And he spent his years gathering information, everything he could--even wresting secrets from those who would not let them go willingly. For a short while, he went slightly mad with the thrill of the chase, the hunt, and the sheer possibility of power. He even laughed over the bodies of his former compatriots when they found the falls--and he killed them, one by one.
Only he would have this power.
He stepped into the Falls--and in the blink of an eye, everything changed again. He saw his soul, tarnished, blackened by what he had become--and then he learned of his celestial origins, of the heritage that he had shattered by his deeds. And as he stood in the Falls, he willed himself a second chance.
Now, he learned the ways of politics, stepping into the background of first cities, and then nations. He was never the man in charge--but he was city manager, or royal advisor, or master of lore, the man to whom everyone turned for advice. He sowed peace among the nations, where before there had been war; he sowed amnesty where ruthless killing had been paramount. He created new governments, and acted as interim regent when rulerships were in dispute.
His quest was to refrain from taking power--and only to give it where he could.
And then the world was taken out from under him by the gods. First he was sad, but then he was angry--for the very beings that should have been giving power in the first place had taken it instead for their own selfish uses.
They would have to be taught.
Isida Kep'Tukari said:Extreme? More like obscene!
I actually have seen worse at lower levels scary enough to say.
That and it gives me a flashback to the days that I used to play Rifts... *shudder*
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Kelleris
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Okay, just checked out the half-fey template in the Fiend Folio, and I need to ask about some changes to it.
It grants -2 Con, +2 Wis, +2 Dex, and +4 Cha -> can I swap the bonus to Wis for a bonus to Int?
It also grants wings (double land movement, good maneuverability), and that's just not gonna work. I mean, what's the point of insane Jump, Climb, etc. if you have wings? So I'd like to drop those.
And what would it take to extend the spell-like abilities granted into epic levels? Maybe a custom epic feat?
It grants -2 Con, +2 Wis, +2 Dex, and +4 Cha -> can I swap the bonus to Wis for a bonus to Int?
It also grants wings (double land movement, good maneuverability), and that's just not gonna work. I mean, what's the point of insane Jump, Climb, etc. if you have wings? So I'd like to drop those.
And what would it take to extend the spell-like abilities granted into epic levels? Maybe a custom epic feat?
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perivas
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Isida Kep'Tukari said:
I edited my character a bit, mostly in terms of items. Anyways, I think that I did my feats right. I pick one up for level 1 and every 3rd HD with the bonus one for druid level 24. It's just that the dryad is a LA +2 with 4 HD to start...leaving me with just 24 druid levels and a total of 28 HD.
Zack2216
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Well, I've had a day to think about this. I've decided that I would like to play a Half-Red Dragon/Half-Human lvl 27 wilder, named Su'ryuu. For the most part she looks human, except for her right arm, which is scaled a bright red, and is larger than normal (extra beefy, see main character from dragon kind for an example). Also, she has glowing red draconic eyes, and her eyes each have a stripe of glittering red scales that starts from above each eye, and ends half way at each cheek. She has black hair, and is otherwise pale. She dresses in blacks and reds, preferring to wear loose warrior's garments.
Origin:
The Great Wyrm Red Dragon named Tzerelixion, like most other dragons of his ilk, demanded regular sacrifices, usually taking handful's of virgin maiden's every other month or so when he didn't demand cattle or other herd animals.
However, centuries of the same practice can get borring, but that was barely a hint at the back of his mind, what with the regular heroe's raiding his illustrious lair, failing only to be killed and their gear sold back to the town at market price. He knew how to fill his lair, and had been doing so for hundreds of years, until one curious day...
"Good afternoon, Tzerelixion." He hadn't noticed him come in. But that didn't matter. He immediately drew breath, and unleashed a torrent of wicked flame to silence the intruder. "Please, I have better things to do then to kill adventurers..." "Ah, but I am no adventurer." Tzerelixion, surprised, "What? Ok, you have some good protection there, what do you want? You have my attention" He said, thinking to himself to dispel whatever protections he had as soon as his breath weapon was usable again. "Please, I am immune to whatever assualt you could attempt. However, I am not here to releave you of your treasures. I am here to make a proposition. But let me ask you a question. Aren't you bored of all this?" Tzerelixion thought for a moment, and the seed was sown. "If answering this will get rid of you, then yes, I am a little tired of the same thing day afterday. I've already raised a family, but my mate left me some time ago, I here she was killed by dragon slayers. Since then, it's been the same thing, day in and day out. Now, be gone, I'm quite fine with my circumstance." But, the stranger reply's "Ah, but that is where you are wrong. I'll wager with you. I will double your current horde if you can sway the king's daughter without the use of magic, and produce a child." To which Tzerelixion answers "And if I don't?" "You will lose nothing. I just wish to make mischief, and I was always a fan of romance." "Well then, can I atleast alter my appearance to match that of her race?" "Yes, of course, I wouldn't deny you that." and at the finish of his final statement, the stanger disappeared.
It took several years, but Tzerelixion eventually wood the princess with gifts of treasure, magical parlor tricks, and great charisma. As soon as Tzerelixion married her and took her in the bed chamber, he disappeared, satisfied that he had completed his side of the wager. When He returned, he found that the stanger had kept his end, and the dragons horde was doubled. However, those years spent with his wife had changed him. He decided that while he would leave the humans to do as they will, he would bless his child.
With the birth of the child, the mother, who had grown bitter and depressed since the disappearance of her husband, had grown addled with the intense grief of her loss, and the pain of the coming child. On her death bed, the night the child was born, the only word that escaped her mouth when she laid her eye's apon the child "Red." The name stuck, because the girl child had a red scaled right arm, and red reptillian eyes.
Tzerelixion caught wind of his child's birth, but didn't want to reveal that it was his child. He disguised himself as an aged sorcerer, come to bless the child. But when he had come to view the child, something seemed, off. He didn't sense any of the arcane, sorcerous power that is usually linked with chromatic dragon offspring. Saddened at this, he cast a couple spells and went on his way. It would be years before he would visit the child again.
In the mean time, Red had a troubled upbringing. Her parents resented her, because it had been revealed to them that she has a red dragon's blood in her, possibly that of Tzerelixion. They also resented her because she was an abandoned child, and when they looked at her, they were reminded of a grieving daughter that lost her sanity and her life because of this child.
She grew fast, and was very intelligent. She learned quickly of her parent's resent for her, and vowed that her parents would recognize her, one way or another. She was 10 before she was visited by her father again, who wisked her away for a year on threat of destroying the entire country. The parents didn't care, and were glad to be rid of her. In that year, she learned that Tzerelixion was her father, not some terrible beast that consumed maidens for sport. She found comfort in the power promised to her by her father, and so they began planning. Red found that while she had no arcane talent, she did have psionic talent, that was fueled by the rage and torment of an unloved daughter.
In that year, Red had traveled the planes, met Crystal Dragons that had given her excelerated training. One month before she returned, she found her way to the Falls, where she had finished her training.
Standing outside her home's city walls, she sent a short message to the king. "In death, I shall know your love." As soon as he finished the letter, the city was being seiged, not by one woman, but by an army of them, moving around instantly from place to place unleashing terrible havoc apon the city. The king, watching his city, not knowing what could cause this, suddenly saw his daughter, now grown. "Red." "No grandfather, Su'ryuu, The Red Dragon." Her eyes now blazing with psionic might and great rage, she shattered his mind and sent him to one of the infinite layers of hell. Her heart full of joy, with the aroma of burning bodys and screaming commners all around, she finally, for the first time in her life, knew joy. "Well, time to finish what I started."
And so, the nation of Draxan had been established. She had either slaughtered or subjigated all in her country that didn't have any draconic heritage. Her main metropolis of Crimson was entirely populated by half dragons of all kinds. He had no need of an army, because she was her own. Able to solve conflicts in only one or two days, she was easily able to conquer the weaker surrounding lands. "I see you have made well for yourself." A stranger stated. After sending a great ball of energy through the stranger, she noticed something odd about him, it was as if he were an apparition. "Who are you?" "I am a friend of your fathers. You know, the gods are getting worried, and I have come back to take my gift." With a simple snap, he disappeared. I feel strange... After trying out most her powers, she had assumed nothing had changed, until she had tried to duplicate herself at the scale she had used to conquer entire nations. She had lost her ability to do so. Immediately, there were great beams of light, shining and bringing with them utter destruction, all across the country side. Wherever they touched, be it woodland, mountain, cottage or iron wall, nothing was left but leveled blasted landscape. "I see that I am losing more gifts than one. I hope to see you again, father." And she blacked out, a great beam of light disintigrated her very citadel before her eyes.
Well, I hope that this wasn't too stereotypical, and that it was a good read.
Origin:
The Great Wyrm Red Dragon named Tzerelixion, like most other dragons of his ilk, demanded regular sacrifices, usually taking handful's of virgin maiden's every other month or so when he didn't demand cattle or other herd animals.
However, centuries of the same practice can get borring, but that was barely a hint at the back of his mind, what with the regular heroe's raiding his illustrious lair, failing only to be killed and their gear sold back to the town at market price. He knew how to fill his lair, and had been doing so for hundreds of years, until one curious day...
"Good afternoon, Tzerelixion." He hadn't noticed him come in. But that didn't matter. He immediately drew breath, and unleashed a torrent of wicked flame to silence the intruder. "Please, I have better things to do then to kill adventurers..." "Ah, but I am no adventurer." Tzerelixion, surprised, "What? Ok, you have some good protection there, what do you want? You have my attention" He said, thinking to himself to dispel whatever protections he had as soon as his breath weapon was usable again. "Please, I am immune to whatever assualt you could attempt. However, I am not here to releave you of your treasures. I am here to make a proposition. But let me ask you a question. Aren't you bored of all this?" Tzerelixion thought for a moment, and the seed was sown. "If answering this will get rid of you, then yes, I am a little tired of the same thing day afterday. I've already raised a family, but my mate left me some time ago, I here she was killed by dragon slayers. Since then, it's been the same thing, day in and day out. Now, be gone, I'm quite fine with my circumstance." But, the stranger reply's "Ah, but that is where you are wrong. I'll wager with you. I will double your current horde if you can sway the king's daughter without the use of magic, and produce a child." To which Tzerelixion answers "And if I don't?" "You will lose nothing. I just wish to make mischief, and I was always a fan of romance." "Well then, can I atleast alter my appearance to match that of her race?" "Yes, of course, I wouldn't deny you that." and at the finish of his final statement, the stanger disappeared.
It took several years, but Tzerelixion eventually wood the princess with gifts of treasure, magical parlor tricks, and great charisma. As soon as Tzerelixion married her and took her in the bed chamber, he disappeared, satisfied that he had completed his side of the wager. When He returned, he found that the stanger had kept his end, and the dragons horde was doubled. However, those years spent with his wife had changed him. He decided that while he would leave the humans to do as they will, he would bless his child.
With the birth of the child, the mother, who had grown bitter and depressed since the disappearance of her husband, had grown addled with the intense grief of her loss, and the pain of the coming child. On her death bed, the night the child was born, the only word that escaped her mouth when she laid her eye's apon the child "Red." The name stuck, because the girl child had a red scaled right arm, and red reptillian eyes.
Tzerelixion caught wind of his child's birth, but didn't want to reveal that it was his child. He disguised himself as an aged sorcerer, come to bless the child. But when he had come to view the child, something seemed, off. He didn't sense any of the arcane, sorcerous power that is usually linked with chromatic dragon offspring. Saddened at this, he cast a couple spells and went on his way. It would be years before he would visit the child again.
In the mean time, Red had a troubled upbringing. Her parents resented her, because it had been revealed to them that she has a red dragon's blood in her, possibly that of Tzerelixion. They also resented her because she was an abandoned child, and when they looked at her, they were reminded of a grieving daughter that lost her sanity and her life because of this child.
She grew fast, and was very intelligent. She learned quickly of her parent's resent for her, and vowed that her parents would recognize her, one way or another. She was 10 before she was visited by her father again, who wisked her away for a year on threat of destroying the entire country. The parents didn't care, and were glad to be rid of her. In that year, she learned that Tzerelixion was her father, not some terrible beast that consumed maidens for sport. She found comfort in the power promised to her by her father, and so they began planning. Red found that while she had no arcane talent, she did have psionic talent, that was fueled by the rage and torment of an unloved daughter.
In that year, Red had traveled the planes, met Crystal Dragons that had given her excelerated training. One month before she returned, she found her way to the Falls, where she had finished her training.
Standing outside her home's city walls, she sent a short message to the king. "In death, I shall know your love." As soon as he finished the letter, the city was being seiged, not by one woman, but by an army of them, moving around instantly from place to place unleashing terrible havoc apon the city. The king, watching his city, not knowing what could cause this, suddenly saw his daughter, now grown. "Red." "No grandfather, Su'ryuu, The Red Dragon." Her eyes now blazing with psionic might and great rage, she shattered his mind and sent him to one of the infinite layers of hell. Her heart full of joy, with the aroma of burning bodys and screaming commners all around, she finally, for the first time in her life, knew joy. "Well, time to finish what I started."
And so, the nation of Draxan had been established. She had either slaughtered or subjigated all in her country that didn't have any draconic heritage. Her main metropolis of Crimson was entirely populated by half dragons of all kinds. He had no need of an army, because she was her own. Able to solve conflicts in only one or two days, she was easily able to conquer the weaker surrounding lands. "I see you have made well for yourself." A stranger stated. After sending a great ball of energy through the stranger, she noticed something odd about him, it was as if he were an apparition. "Who are you?" "I am a friend of your fathers. You know, the gods are getting worried, and I have come back to take my gift." With a simple snap, he disappeared. I feel strange... After trying out most her powers, she had assumed nothing had changed, until she had tried to duplicate herself at the scale she had used to conquer entire nations. She had lost her ability to do so. Immediately, there were great beams of light, shining and bringing with them utter destruction, all across the country side. Wherever they touched, be it woodland, mountain, cottage or iron wall, nothing was left but leveled blasted landscape. "I see that I am losing more gifts than one. I hope to see you again, father." And she blacked out, a great beam of light disintigrated her very citadel before her eyes.
Well, I hope that this wasn't too stereotypical, and that it was a good read.
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