Noooooo! Not (dark) blue! Blue on black make men go blind! (Actually, men have less cones in the low blue spectrum, making it difficult for them [as they get older] to distinguish saturated blue on black. And now you know!mcnathan80 said:"Perhaps I may look into this"
Sweet! Carver has a fan club!Dark_Jackalope said:B]Bront:[/B] While I enjoyed reading both your original character concepts, I definitely agree with Ringmereth that Carver is a sound choice. In regards to trap-springing vs. your other options as an artificer, I think you should steer clear of the more rogue-traits, and focus on crafting. (I think it goes better with Carver's character anyhow.)
True, true.Ringmereth said:On the whole, our submissions could make a pretty well-rounded group. We have melee combat covered, divine casting covered, and stealth covered. Our most muddled area is that of the party's arcane casters, and what roles they fill. My suggestions: Vhen should focus on covering the role of the group's negotiator and frontman. This works better with his background, and frankly, the offensive powers of the warlock leave something to be desired.
There is a great PrC from Five Nations that combines Wizard and cleric levels, but since I don't think we're getting to 7th level any time soon (the soonest it could be taken) and since that book is not on the list, I think we can skip it.Ringmereth said:Meanwhile, I think Glasia's concept could be maintained while switching her level of cleric for one of wizard. From what you state in her history, being actual cleric was never a significant part of her life, while studying wizardry was, and her background with the Silver Flame could be reflected in her skills and feats (maxing out Knowledge (religion) and taking Arcane Disciple, True Believer, or Consecrate Spell from Complete Divine, or Ecclesiarch from ECS). Note that I'm not pushing for a nuker hellbent on revenge; staying focused on utility spells with some basic offense and defense magic and serving as a generalist mage will work just fine.
How's that?Pem looked at the letter wondering how in the name of the hosts' anyone was able to track him/her down. Pem had been run out of five towns in the last two weeks and hadn't been able to settle down long enough for anyone to find him/her let alone to have a letter waiting at the first friendly tavern s/he'd arrived at in the last fortnight. Pem pondered the letter over a spiced wine, could it be a trap? Pem knew that s/he'd made some enemies in the past -mercenaries seemed to do that quite frequently, changeling mercernaries moreso than others- but the prospect of hard coin and maybe being able to find a changeling community of other Reality Seekers eased some of Pem's fears. Besides, after spending the last two weeks getting chased out of every town s/he'd entered it felt nice to actually be invited somewhere. "Perhaps I may look into this" Pem thought, downing his/her wine after noticing several of the tavern goers eyeing him/her quite intently. "Either way, I think my welcome here has certainly run out" Pem said to him/herself as s/he hastily gathered his/her cloak and walked back into the rain.
The Brelish weather was begining to wear on Pem, and not for the first time s/he thought back to the beauty of Metrol before the Mourning turned it into the twisted mockery of life it is now. However, after what seemed to be a lifetime of one tragedy after the last Pem refused to be brought down by despair; so s/he flipped his/her hood over his/her bald pate, began wistling a jaunty tune, nodded a hello to the stunned patrons entering the roadside tavern, and struck off for the Tantamar ferry to find out what this Elinvath Sargessean had to offer a displaced changeling.