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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Unsung" data-source="post: 6430062" data-attributes="member: 6781406">CaillouChaotic good kenku Cleric 4Urchin<img src="http://archive.4plebs.org/boards/tg/image/1365/73/1365736315009.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />[sblock=Character Sheet]CG kenku ‘keeteel’ (Island Carib/French) Cleric 4 (<a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/attachment.php?attachmentid=63931&d=1409951806" target="_blank">Death domain</a>)Background: Urchin (Feature- Retainers)Bond: Arcane RivalryDuties: Lookout (Navigator)Fortunes: Good- Cause (abolition of slavery in the Caribbean), Magic Trinkets (five trinkets, two unknown magic items), Secrets of the Deep (map on the back of a scarred sailor), Ship Mage; Ill- Enemy (Baron Bernard Desjean de Pointis), Enemy (the real Sir D’Arcy), Fighting Words, Outlaw SlaveNotes: Pronounced ‘kai-YOU’; reskinned half-elf, can only speak using Mimicry (most often uses his previous masters’ voices)Armour Class: 15Hit Points: 27/27Hit Dice (+1): 4d8Size: MediumSpeed: 30 feetAbilities: Str 7 (-2), Con 12 (+1), Dex 16 (+3), Int 16 (+3), Wis 18 (+4), Cha 14 (+2)Initiative: +3Senses: Passive Perception 16, darkvision 60 ftInspiration: ?Experience: -- Proficiency Bonus: +2Armour: Light armour, medium armourWeapons: Simple weapons, martial weaponsTools: Alchemist’s supplies, navigator’s toolsSaving Throws: Wisdom +6, Charisma +4Skills: Stealth +5, Deception +4, Perception +6, Sleight of Hand +5, Investigation +5Languages: English, French, Greek, LatinEquipmentWhip (finesse, reach). Melee weapon attack: +5 to hit, reach 10 ft, one target. Hit: 1d4 + 3 slashing damage.Bone needle (dagger; finesse, light). Melee weapon attack: +5 to hit, reach 5 ft, one target. Hit: 1d4 + 3 piercing damage.Net (special). Ranged weapon attack: +5 to hit, range 5/15 ft, one target. Hit: Target is restrained (Escape DC 10).Pistol (20 bullets; loading). Ranged weapon attack: +5 to hit, range 20/60 ft, one target. Hit: 1d10 + 3 piercing damage.Voodoo doll(s) (holy symbol; divine focus). Melee/ranged spell attack: +6 to hit.Carried: Filthy longcoat (coat of deeppockets; worn), leather armour (sewn into longcoat lining), explorer’s pack (distributed throughout longcoat pockets; also contains small knife, map of Paris, pet mouse, change of common clothes, alchemist’s supplies), rags (worn), purse (7 gp)Trinkets: - water-damaged logbook (in coat) of one Captain Henry ‘Long Ben’, every page filled with cryptic navigation charts and unknown islands- spring-loaded device that wraps around the wrist (worn), designed to launch a dagger into hand- pocket watch with hands at 10 o'clock counting backwards one hour per month (in coat), resisting all attempts to reset or repair it- detailed map of French (western) Hispaniola, with notes on assassination targets written in Spanish- ship in a bottle that seems to come to life at night (in bunk), wracked by thunder and stormy seas- silver flask with a golden peryton coat-of-arms worked on the side (in coat)In bunk: Ship in a bottle (drowned slaves bottle; trinket, listed above)Purchased this level (10 starting gp): 1x bone needle (dagger) 2 gp, 1x net 1 gpRacial TraitsKenku (reskinned Half-elf): Mimicry (replaces Fey Ancestry, Skill Versatility-- one Skill instead of two)Class FeaturesCleric : Channel Divinity 1/rest (Turn Undead, Death Touch- 13 necrotic damage)Divine Domain (Death/Vodoun): ReaperSpellcasting (Cleric 4)Spell save DC 14, +6 to hit with spell attacks, prepared spells (8)Cantrips (4): drowned likeness, spare the dying, thaumaturgy, unfasten; Ship Mage: ghost rigging; Reaper- chill touch1st level 4/day: command, cure wounds, protection from evil and good, shield of faith; Domain Spells- animal messenger*, disguise self (replaces false life, ray of sickness)2nd level 3/day: augury, enhance ability, gentle repose, prayer of healing; Domain Spells- blindness/deafness, hex (replaces ray of enfeeblement)* (Requires the animal to be dead, temporarily animates it for the duration of the spell)FeatsCleric 4: Keen Mind (+1 to Intelligence, always know which way is north, always know how many hours until sunrise or sunset, accurately recall anything you have seen or heard within a month)[sblock=Other Notes]BackgroundUrchin Personality Traits: I bluntly say what other people are hiding or hinting, but am insufferably cryptic about my own motives and intentions. I am constantly testing people with mockery and provocation.Ideals: Retribution- The rich need to be shown what life and death are like in the gutters. (Evil)Bonds: No one else should have to endure the hardships I’ve been through.Flaws: I will never fully trust anyone other than myself.CalculationsArmour Class: 15 = 12 leather armour + Dex mod (+3)Hit Points 27/27 = 8 for 1st level cleric + (3 x 5 per cleric level) + (4 x +1 Con modifier)Ability Scores: Rolled 18 15 15 12 11 7, +2 to Charisma, +1 to Dexterity, and +1 to Constitution from half-elf Ability Score Increase; +1 to Intelligence from Keen Mind featTools: 2 backgroundSkills: 1 race + 2 class + 2 backgroundLanguages: 3 race + 1 campaign bonus[/sblock][/sblock][sblock=Background]alias “Sir D’Arcy”, “Doctor l’Arcand”, “Lucién Ménage, le Comte de Foix”, “King Rook”When he hatched, Caillou was drab for his tribe-- only five different shades of black and iridescent green, violet, and orange.Caillou still dreams of the hills of Hispaniola, but in truth his earliest memories are of the cage in which he arrived in Paris, thirteen years ago-- a lifetime. His first master was the disgraced halfling naturalist, Sir D’Arcy Hailstone-Millstone, in exile from his native England and masquerading as a French surgeon, operating a back-alley clinic under the assumed guise of Monsieur le docteur l’Arcand.Indifference to much apart from his work, rather than any native compassion, made the halfling one of Caillou’s kinder masters. Hailstone-Millstone passed on his own extensive knowledge of mathematics, science, history, and scraps of magic, again for no nobler purpose than to satisfy his own curiosity and to see if he could. Thus the keeteel was burdened with an unusually thorough education-- for anyone, let alone an oddity from the New World. If Caillou was eager to please the doctor, it was because if the man was not truly kind, he was at least not cruel. Indeed, Ssir D’Arcy seemed to lack all such human impulses, and once his secret was found out, and his surgery burnt to the ground by thugs in the employ of English spies, the doctor fled Paris without so much as a by-your-leave.Discovered in the rubble by the city guards, Caillou was captured and again caged, starved, and stared at. He later found his way into merchant hands, to be auctioned to the nobility, advertised not even as a slave but rather some exotic pet. A bidding war broke out between the Lessaints of Foix, and the Baron de Pointis. The Lessaints, who owned several vineyards and had powerful allies in the Church, won this first battle between them and the Baron; they would not win the war, however, not against Baron Bernard Desjean de Pointis.For two years, Caillou lived among the Lessaints, behind gilded bars, a centerpiece to the carefully tended fronds and blossoms of the great solarium at the heart of the Lessaints’ Paris estate.Aristocratic intrigues of some violence and shocking scandal did ensue.When the dust settled, the Lessaints had retreated from Paris, and nothing stood between Caillou and the Baron de Pointis but his own bare wit. He fled his upturned cage, into the labyrinthine streets of the city’s slums-- into the arms of thieves, heretics, and gypsies. If he was meant with contempt or mockery, at least it was not more ‘scientific curiosity’. If they came at him with knives, at least he would not be sent to the taxidermist afterward. The lessons of his youth returned to him, the ways of camouflage and passing unnoticed by the local human tribes, the conquistadors of old, the freshly arrived colonists. A certain natural cunning let him mold that knowledge to better suit the Old World alleys and sundry dens of iniquity.Eventually, accomplices became allies, then finally friends. All told, it took a lifetime, more than ten years, for Caillou to escape the City of Light and return home. He spent much of that time stewing, studying, plotting. A ship of kobolds, smugglers from Denmark, brought him as far as Tortuga a year and a half ago. Were you to ask the French or Spanish what has changed in the hills of Hispaniola, they would not be able to tell you...yet. And that is how the keeteel prefers it, for now.[/sblock][sblock=Retainers]Lorelei- CG female human (Romani/Vistani?) thief. Caillou often travels under heavy disguise, and uses a few allies he’s collected along the way to stand in for him when dealing with those he does not believe to be sufficiently sympathetic to his cause. Lorelei was one of his first converts, and the loyalest so far. She speaks several languages passingly well, and cultivates an air of refinement and mystery.Verner Magnussen- NG male kobold (Norwegian) shipwright. Uneasy with the moral lassitude demanded in the smuggling trade, Verner ‘The Wyrm’ stayed with Caillou when his former ship left Tortuga. The kobold is well-mannered and unassuming, good with his hands, and his small size lets him go places others can’t. What most fail to notice about the Wyrm, however, Caillou spotted immediately: his impressive, positively imperious draconic glower. Seated on the shoulders of a larger man, swathed in scarves and mystic paraphernalia, the full effect can be terrifying.‘Gunner’ Teague- CN male human (English) deckhand. The latest addition to Caillou’s travelling band, Teague is a washed-up old salt, a veteran of the English navy and many a pirate crew. The sailor’s fish stories may be unreliable, but his back is still strong, and the map tattooed on his back is an invaluable part of Caillou’s future schemes.[/sblock][sblock=Enemies]Sir D’Arcy Roderike Hailstone-Millstone- The bastard son of a nearly-defunct noble lineage in Ireland, Sir D’Arcy is a naturalist, a surgeon formerly of great renown, and a gentleman. He is also an outlaw, alleged of having spoken treason against the British Crown, although there is no sign of his having committed any other crime on the soil of Mother England. In France he is even more infamous, wanted on charges of fraud, impersonating a nobleman, and several murders. He is also a halfling.Caillou has taken Sir D’Arcy’s name and aliases for his own. For the time being, Sir D’Arcy is merely curious who would use his name in such a manner. His mildness makes him no less dangerous, however.Baron Bernard Desjean de Pointis- The Baron was an enemy to Sir D’Arcy and the Lessaints, and an antagonist of the young Caillou before the Baron even recognized the latter as a sentient being, much less a rival.Caillou has been picking up the wreckage Baron de Pointis has left behind him for over a decade. Far more so than Sir D’Arcy, Caillou despises the Baron and all that he represents. The man is a tyrant, and deserves a tyrant’s reward.[/sblock]EDIT: Previous character details preserved for posterity.[sblock=Gunner Teague]Chaotic neutral human Barbarian 1/Cleric 3Sailor, Escaped Convict[sblock=Character Sheet]CN human (English) Barbarian 1/Cleric 3 (Tempest domain)Backgrounds: Sailor, Escaped Convict (Features- Ship’s Passage, Wanderer)Bond: Curse of Aztec GoldDuties: Master GunnerFortunes: Old Salt, Hangin' Look, Magic Trinkets, Treasure Map, Enemy (Commodore Bennet Rafferty, the son of a former captain), Obligation (...)Notes: Missing one eye (-2 to Initiative and Perception), illiterate, harried by Rafferty and his men, mysterious map tattooed on his backArmour Class: 16Hit Points: 43/43Hit Dice (+2): 1d12, 3d8Size: MediumSpeed: 30 feetAbilities: Str 12 (+1), Con 14 (+2), Dex 16 (+3), Int 8 (-1), Wis 16 (+3), Cha 8 (-1)Initiative: +1Senses: Passive Perception 13Inspiration: ?Experience: --Proficiency Bonus: +2Armour: Light armour, medium armour, heavy armour, shieldsWeapons: Simple weapons, martial weaponsTools: Navigator’s tools, vehicles (water), tinker’s tools, diceSaving Throws: Strength +3, Constitution +4Skills: Intimidation +1, Nature +1, Athletics +3, Perception +3, Deception +1, Survival +5Languages: English, Island Carib, semaphoreEquipmentBoat hook (pike; heavy, reach, two-handed). Melee weapon attack: +3 to hit, reach 10 ft, one target. Hit: 1d10 + 1 piercing damage.Dagger (light, finesse, thrown). Melee/ranged weapon attack: +5 to hit, reach 5 ft/range 20/60 ft, one target. Hit: 1d4 + 3 piercing damage. Pistol (36 bullets, loading). Ranged weapon attack: +5 to hit, range 30/90 ft, one target. Hit: 1d10 + 3 piercing damage.Blunderbuss (12 shots, loading, misfire (1), two-handed). Ranged weapon attack: +5 to hit, range 20/60 ft, one target. Hit: 2d6 +3 piercing damage.Harpoons x4 (javelins; thrown). Melee/ranged weapon attack: +3 to hit, reach 5 ft/range 30/120 ft, one target. Hit: 1d6 +1 piercing damage.Component pouch (divine focus). Melee/ranged spell attack: +5 to hit.Unchained bullets of Bon Ebon x12. Property: When firing these bullets as part of a ranged attack made to free a prisoner or slave (ie. when firing at their bonds or captors), the attack has advantage.Carried: Explorer’s pack (worn), 50 feet of silk rope (coiled around chest), common clothes (worn), tinker’s tools (in pack), belt pouch (1 gold doubloon, Aztec gold coin)Trinkets: Water-damaged logbook (in pack) of one Captain Henry ‘Long Ben’, every page filled with cryptic navigation charts and unknown islandsTattoos: Son of a Gun Tattoo (When in command of a powder crew (or all powder crews on one side of a ship), you decrease their cannon reload time by a number of rounds equal to your Wisdom modifier. In addition, when you observe a person functioning on a powder crew you immediately recognize their station of birth (social class), their experience as a gunner, and one of their flaws.)In bunk: Belaying pin (club), shovel, iron pot, common clothesPurchased this level (20 starting gp): Blunderbuss -15 gp, 48 bullets -2 gp, dagger -2 gpClass FeaturesBarbarian 1: Rage 2/day, Unarmoured DefenseCleric 3: Channel Divinity 1/rest (Turn Undead, Destructive Rebuke)Divine Domain (Tempest): Wrath of the Storm 3/daySpellcasting (Cleric 3) Spell save DC 13, +5 to hit with spell attacks, prepared spells (6)Cantrips (3): ghost rigging, mariner's boon, thaumaturgy1st level 4/day: bane, command, create or destroy water, healing word; Domain Spells- fog cloud, thunderwave2nd level 2/day: augury, enhance ability; Domain Spells- gust of wind, shatterFeatsHuman: Tough (+2 hit points per level)[sblock=Other Notes]BackgroundSailor, Escaped ConvictPersonality Traits: I work hard so I can play hard when the work is done. I judge people by their actions, not their words.Ideals: Fairness- We all do the work, so we all share in the reward (Lawful). Might- If I become strong, I can take what I want-- what I deserve (Evil). Bonds: I have a family, but I have no idea where they are. One day I hope to see them again.Flaws: The people who know me when I was young know my shameful secret, so I can never go home again... Don’t expect me to save those who can’t save themselves. It is nature’s way that the strong survive and the weak perish.CalculationsArmour Class: 16 = 10 + Dex mod (+3) + Con mod (+2) + 1 heavy armour proficiencyHit Points 43/43 = 12 for 1st level barbarian + (3 x 5 per cleric level) + (4 x +2 Con modifier) + (4 x 2 Tough feat)Ability Scores: Rolled 16 15 14 12 8 7, +1 to Dexterity and Charisma from human Ability Score Increase[/sblock][/sblock][sblock=Background]A lifetime at sea not amounting to much, that’s the sad story of Gunner Teague.The years and waves have taken much from him, robbed him of the strength of his sword-hand, the faces of a family he knew too little, years of his freedom-- whether breaking rocks for his countrymen in the prison at Point-Saint Charlotte, or languishing in the dungeons of the French island-fortress of Bon Ebon-- and opportunities, so many missed chances. He was young once, handsome and strong once, practically a hero-- once. He claims that years ago, he and a vain, young, and newly famous Captain George Lightly Rafferty were bosom friends. Rafferty, whose name has since passed into legend, alongside the disappearance of his ship, the HMS Rescue; the rather ironically named Rescue, of which Teague occasionally professes to be sole survivor. Some find it odd that they are only hearing of such an acquaintance upon meeting the gunner for the first time. He seems to mention it often enough, though the details of what claimed his old ship differ with each telling-- a whirlpool with giant fangs of gnashing ice, a huge barnacled hand with the bloated skin of a corpse rising from an otherwise placid sea, a rogue wave with a host of elves on horseback riding its crest...If he’s drunk, that is. Ask again once he’s sober, and he’ll simply say, “A storm.” And that’s all.Mottled with tattoos, fingers blue with the touch of blackpowder and gunmetal, his back strewn with the tracks of the cat of nine-- much of the time Teague appears a grim-faced taskmaster, tight-lipped and stern, one gimlet eye and a mouth like a sword. You’d scarcely credit him the imagination which seems necessary for such wild tales.But his tongue is loosened by rum. The same may be true of his penchant for spinning outrageous falsehoods, delving into the mists of memory and coming up with some scarcely-remembered undersea monster or ghost ship. When drunk, he claims to have crewed with captains who died before he was born, to have sailed to destinations out of stage-plays and fairy tales-- to have docked in Avalon and weighed anchor on a kraken’s shell. Even the tattoos on his back seem to show islands surely too large to have gone undiscovered so long.There’s but one sure bet, and that’s that the man was born in Bristol. Dare you to try and get a straight answer from him on the subject, however, of his long-ago life on dry land, and he’ll clam up sure as the tide’s ebb, no matter how drunk he might be.Those who could give the lie to the more outlandish of Teague’s claims, who could glorify or condemn him, linger now in the locker of Davy Jones. Teague, for his part, goes on, serving on navy boats and merchanters, aboard privateers and pirate vessels. He’s decorated the inside of many a cell, English and foreign alike, drawn blood at the Crown’s behest only to sail under the flags of her enemies. In his long life, he says, he’s buried treasure and friends enough to sail a navy out of Hell’s own harbour, and who’s to say he won’t, one day? Maybe that was the plan all along.[/sblock][sblock=Rotation]4:00-8:00 Sleeps like the dead. (ends long rest)8:00-20:00 Maintains the ship’s cannons, checks the powder, cleans and counts pistols and muskets, shouts up and down at the powder monkeys. Throws his back into any task calling for more than one set of arms. (Master Gunner/Crew)20:00-24:00 Drinks rum on deck, reciting jokes, tall tales, and mangled scripture to anyone who passes by. Often falls asleep. (starts long rest)24:00-4:00 Becomes sombre and morose, delivering forth ghost stories and old sea legends and waxing poetic on the nature of the sea as a fickle goddess. Occasionally draws a crowd. (Entertainer/Lookout/Crew)[/sblock][sblock=Magic Items]As of yet, Teague is not aware of the magical properties of either his tattoo(s) or the unchained bullets of Bon Ebon.Son of a Gun TattooThe "son of a gun" is a one-of-a-kind tattoo depicting a culverin with a wild baby boy riding atop, symbolizing all boys of uncertain parentage born on the gunner's deck to a life at sea. Gunner Teague has worn the "son of the gun" on his skin as long as he can remember, from since he was barely a man. When in command of a powder crew (or all powder crews on one side of a ship), you decrease their cannon reload time by a number of rounds equal to your Wisdom modifier. In addition, when you observe a person functioning on a powder crew you immediately recognize their station of birth (social class), their experience as a gunner, and one of their flaws.Unchained Bullets of Bon-EbonBon-Ebon, the French island-fortress, is notorious for its "shot tower" from which molten lead is poured, forming into lead bullets as it cools on its way to the ground...possibly the origin of the term "sweating bullets." When Teague broke free from his manacles and throttled a guard, the warden had his manacles melted down and cast from the "shot tower" at Bon-Ebon. From the remnant the warden collected 12 bullets which were loaded into a blunderbuss and fired at Teague's back, nearly killing him. Once the prison doctor extracted the bullets, he gave them to Teague as a souvenir when Teague was at last released. These bullets are magical weapons, and when used to free prisoners or slaves (e.g. shooting their bonds or their captors) they grant advantage on your attack roll and deal double damage[/sblock][/sblock]</blockquote>

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