And you're playing the svirfneblin right? Yeah, go ahead.
Vasorn, The World Under Dragonfire - Calling all players!
- Thread starter Isida Kep'Tukari
- Start date
Thanks Isida, I had the idea of a halfling informant working from the inside (and being so small and insignificant away from the eyes of the masters). Plus the concept of a monk/sorcerer sounds like a deadly combo...all I'd need are some rogue levels then MacGuyver hear I come!
Paxus Asclepius
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Phoenix said:
If you go that route, it might be advisable to focus on the power spells and enchantments, to avoid redundancy; my svirfneblin focuses on illusion.
Paxus Asclepius
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Kalanyr said:
Good call; avoiding SR is a good plan against dragons, though many of us have it too.
Brother Shatterstone
Dark Moderator of PbP
Isida Kep'Tukari said:
I figured the dragon was the father... The other way would just be to complex if you ask me.
As for the dragon type I think on it some more as I’m having trouble finding a way to incorporate my idea in to the game world.
Velmont
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Here the stats of my character, a very brief description is given, but when I will have plenty more time, I will detail it much more.
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Gortag Barrik
Male Orc Figther 10 / Barbarian 1
Alignment: Neutral
Height: 6' 6''
Weight: 242lbs
Hair: Deep Black
Eyes: Dark Brown
Age: 19
Str: 25 (+7) [13 points, +4 racial, +2 level, +2 enhancement]
Dex: 13 (+1) [5 points]
Con: 18 (+4) [10 point, +2 enhancement]
Int: 6 (-2) [0 points, -2 racial]
Wis: 10 (0) [4 points, -2 racial]
Cha: 6 (-2) [0 points, -2 racial]
Class and Racial Abilities:
+4 Str, -2 Int, -2 Wis, -2 Cha, Medium, Darkvision 60', Light-Sensitivity.
Hit Dice: 1d12 + 10d10 + 44
HP: 131
AC: 21 (+1 Dex, +9 Armor, +1 Shield)
Damage Reduction: 3/-
Init: +1 (+1 Dex)
Speed: 30ft
Saves:
Fortitude +14 [+9 base, +4 Con, +1 cloak]
Reflex +5 [+3 base, +1 Dex, +1 cloak]
Will +6 [+3 base, +0 Wis, +2 Feat, +1 cloak]
BAB: +11/+6/+1
Melee Atk: +21/+16/+11 (+1 Adamantium Greataxe: 1d12 +13, 19/x3)
+18/+13/+8 (Adamantium Spiked Gauntlet: 1d4+7, x2)
+19/+14/+9 (Cold Iron Warhammer: 1d6+7, x3)
+19/+14/+9 (Silver Battleaxe: 1d6+6, x3)
Ranged Atk: +13/+8/+3 (Dart masterwork: 1d4+7, x2)
Skills:
Climb +11 [7 ranks, + 6 Str]
Jump +12 [7 ranks, + 6 Str]
Survival +4 [4 ranks + 0 Wis]
Feats:
Power Attack (1st level)
Cleave (1st level figther)
Improved Sunder (2nd level figther)
Weapon Focus: Greataxe (3rd level)
Weapon Specialisation: GreatAxe (4th level figther)
Dodge (6th level figther)
Great Cleave (6th level)
Greater Weapon Focus: Greataxe (8th level figther)
Iron Will (9th level)
Weapon Critical: Greataxe (10th level figther)
Class Features:
Fast Movement
Rage 1/day
Languages: Common, Orc
Equipment:
Wearing or carrying
Claw of the Black Dragon (+1 Adamantium Greataxe, 5,320gp)
Hide of the Black Dragon (+1 Adamantium Full Plate Mail with spikes, 17,700gp)
Painless Bracers (as amulet of health +2, 4,000gp)
Gauntlet of Dragon's Strength (as gauntlet of Ogre's power, 4,000gp)
Black Dragon's Wings (as cloak of protection +1, 1,000gp)
Silver Battleaxe masterwork (400gp)
Cold Iron Warhammer masterwork (324gp)
Buckler, masterwork (165gp)
14 Dart, masterworks (91gp)
Slave's Outfits (0gp)
Money
0gp
Appearance: Having fought many time in the arena, scars of glory cover his body, but when he come into the arena, none can be seen, because he is wearing the black dragon suit. That suit have been build by a half-dragon to honor his ancestor dragon. Made with the dark and strong adamantium, this suit protect the wearer much more than any normal suit of armor. The plate mail have been made to looks like a black dragon hide. The scales all over the armor are so sharp that they can be use as a weapon as itself. The helmet looks like a dragon heads who is using his breath weapon. The gauntlet, with the same scales, can be use to deal great damage, but they are enchated to give some of the dragon's strenght. A cloak is added to the suit, to represent the wings. Finally, a greataxe complete the suit, but his shape is near the one of a great wyrm finger, with his claw at the end.
Personality: To come
Background: Born in the wilrderness, he was a protector of the tribe. The tribe have been wipe out by the army of a dragon. Some have been capture, and Gortag was among them. He was then trained to the modern style of combat so he can efectively fight in the arena for the pleasure of his new master.
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Gortag Barrik
Male Orc Figther 10 / Barbarian 1
Alignment: Neutral
Height: 6' 6''
Weight: 242lbs
Hair: Deep Black
Eyes: Dark Brown
Age: 19
Str: 25 (+7) [13 points, +4 racial, +2 level, +2 enhancement]
Dex: 13 (+1) [5 points]
Con: 18 (+4) [10 point, +2 enhancement]
Int: 6 (-2) [0 points, -2 racial]
Wis: 10 (0) [4 points, -2 racial]
Cha: 6 (-2) [0 points, -2 racial]
Class and Racial Abilities:
+4 Str, -2 Int, -2 Wis, -2 Cha, Medium, Darkvision 60', Light-Sensitivity.
Hit Dice: 1d12 + 10d10 + 44
HP: 131
AC: 21 (+1 Dex, +9 Armor, +1 Shield)
Damage Reduction: 3/-
Init: +1 (+1 Dex)
Speed: 30ft
Saves:
Fortitude +14 [+9 base, +4 Con, +1 cloak]
Reflex +5 [+3 base, +1 Dex, +1 cloak]
Will +6 [+3 base, +0 Wis, +2 Feat, +1 cloak]
BAB: +11/+6/+1
Melee Atk: +21/+16/+11 (+1 Adamantium Greataxe: 1d12 +13, 19/x3)
+18/+13/+8 (Adamantium Spiked Gauntlet: 1d4+7, x2)
+19/+14/+9 (Cold Iron Warhammer: 1d6+7, x3)
+19/+14/+9 (Silver Battleaxe: 1d6+6, x3)
Ranged Atk: +13/+8/+3 (Dart masterwork: 1d4+7, x2)
Skills:
Climb +11 [7 ranks, + 6 Str]
Jump +12 [7 ranks, + 6 Str]
Survival +4 [4 ranks + 0 Wis]
Feats:
Power Attack (1st level)
Cleave (1st level figther)
Improved Sunder (2nd level figther)
Weapon Focus: Greataxe (3rd level)
Weapon Specialisation: GreatAxe (4th level figther)
Dodge (6th level figther)
Great Cleave (6th level)
Greater Weapon Focus: Greataxe (8th level figther)
Iron Will (9th level)
Weapon Critical: Greataxe (10th level figther)
Class Features:
Fast Movement
Rage 1/day
Languages: Common, Orc
Equipment:
Wearing or carrying
Claw of the Black Dragon (+1 Adamantium Greataxe, 5,320gp)
Hide of the Black Dragon (+1 Adamantium Full Plate Mail with spikes, 17,700gp)
Painless Bracers (as amulet of health +2, 4,000gp)
Gauntlet of Dragon's Strength (as gauntlet of Ogre's power, 4,000gp)
Black Dragon's Wings (as cloak of protection +1, 1,000gp)
Silver Battleaxe masterwork (400gp)
Cold Iron Warhammer masterwork (324gp)
Buckler, masterwork (165gp)
14 Dart, masterworks (91gp)
Slave's Outfits (0gp)
Money
0gp
Appearance: Having fought many time in the arena, scars of glory cover his body, but when he come into the arena, none can be seen, because he is wearing the black dragon suit. That suit have been build by a half-dragon to honor his ancestor dragon. Made with the dark and strong adamantium, this suit protect the wearer much more than any normal suit of armor. The plate mail have been made to looks like a black dragon hide. The scales all over the armor are so sharp that they can be use as a weapon as itself. The helmet looks like a dragon heads who is using his breath weapon. The gauntlet, with the same scales, can be use to deal great damage, but they are enchated to give some of the dragon's strenght. A cloak is added to the suit, to represent the wings. Finally, a greataxe complete the suit, but his shape is near the one of a great wyrm finger, with his claw at the end.
Personality: To come
Background: Born in the wilrderness, he was a protector of the tribe. The tribe have been wipe out by the army of a dragon. Some have been capture, and Gortag was among them. He was then trained to the modern style of combat so he can efectively fight in the arena for the pleasure of his new master.
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Iluvan'an Tesau, Jester of Death, Ishamael, Betrayer of Hope
Elven Bard 11
Alignment: Neutral
Height:5'1"
Weight: 105 lbs
Hair: Stark White
Eyes: Green
Age: 512
Str: 12 (+1) [4 points]
Dex: 20 (+5) [6 points +2 racial + 4 mag item]
Con: 10 (+0) [4 points, -2 racial]
Int: 14 (+2) [6 points,]
Wis: 10 (0) [2 points, ]
Cha: 18 (+4) [10 points,+2 lvl]
Class and Racial Abilities:
+2 dex -2 con. med, 30 spd, immune to magic sleep, +2 St enchant, Low-light vision, Weapon prof longsword, rapier, longbow,shortbow, +2 to listen, search and spot
Hit Dice: 11d6
HP:
AC: 22= 10+5+1+6
Init: +3 (+3 Dex)
Speed: 30ft
Saves:
Fortitude +2 [+3 base,]
Reflex +10 [+7base, +3 Dex,]
Will +7 [+7 base, +0 Wis, ]
BAB: +8/+3
Melee Atk: rapier+1 +10/+5 dmg 1d6+2(18-20/x2)
Ranged Atk:Comp Longbow+1 +17/+12 or +15/+15/+10, +1 when within 30 ft
dmg 1d8+1(x3)
Skills:
Appraise : 5 = 2+3
Balance : 9 = 5+5-1
Bluff : 8 = 4+4
Climb : 4 = 1+4-1
Concentration : 3 = 0+3
Decipher Script : 6 = 2+4
Diplomacy 8 = 4+4
Disguise 6 = 4+2
Escape artist 7 = 5+3-1
Gather Information 9=4+5
Hide 15=5+5+5
Jump 3=1+3-1
Knowledge (History) 7=2+5
Knowledge (Dragons) 5 = 3+2
Language : 3 (goblin, dwarven, Undercommon)
Listen :6 = 0+4+2
Move Silently : 15=5+5+5
Perform (sing) 18=4+14
Perform (harp) 9=4+5
Search : 4=2+0+2
Sense Motive : 5 = 0+5
Sleight of Hand : 9=5+5-1
Spellcraft : 5=2+3
Swim : 2=1+3-2
Tumble : 8=5+4-1
Use Magic Device : 10=4+6
Feats:Wapon Focus Comp Longbow, Point Blank Shot, Precise Shot, Rapid Shot.
Class Features:
Languages: Common, Elven, Orc, Draconic, Goblin, Dwarven, Undercommon.
Equipment:
Mithral shadow silent moves breastplate +1(4000+3750+3750+200+1000=12700)
Gloves of Dexterity +4 (16000)
Composite Longbow +1 (1100 gp)
Amulet of natural armor +1 (2000 gp)
Rapier +1 (1020 gp)
Can't find the price for a harp, and I don't know if you're bothered for the flint and steel, wineskins, tent kinda list...
Money
Appearance:
Tall for an elf at 6', he makes for a grim figure. His skin is white as snow, for he hasn't seen the sun in quite a while. When on a "mission" his face is painted in a twisted parody of a jester, with two black diamonds over his eues and a black, sneering grin on his lips. His hair is black, tied in an untidy ponytail. The make-up only enhances his mask-like face, expressionless except for the flickering of his eyes, as he continuesly scans his surroundings. He is dressed in black silks, with soft knee-high boots. From his belt hangs a simple rapier and a dagger. His black breastplate and his long black cape blurr his outline and shade his face. On his back a quiver is strapped. Next to it an ornate composite longbow hangs.
Personality:
His face is schooled to remain blank, showing no sign of sadness or joy, remorse or cruelty. He only lives for revenge, and will sacrifice anything for it. Seldom does he sing, but when he does, the sadness and sorrow silences even the most jaded drow. Many doubt his sanity, but few his dedication.
He can be heard muttering to himself sometimes, telling jokes, a sure sign violence is to follow.
Background:
512 years ago there was great joy and hope in the Elven kingdom of Shen'Tarra, for the queen had given birth to a twin, something only rarely seen in the long history of Elvenkind. The girl, Siannah, eldest by mere minutes, was educated as a priestess of the Elven God of Light, whilst the boy , Raen-Lothar, proved to be a natural singer who had a voice of the purest gold, therefore to be trained as a bard.
Shen'Tarra was the first nation to fall, completely taken by surprise on the night their Gods died. Most of her people were enslaved, amongst them the princeling twins.
The Black dragon Lanferrar, who headed the invasion force, soon learned of their identity. Raen-Lothar was brought before him, and was given the choice : either walk amongst his people, laughing and joking, and pick ten people to be sacrificed, or watch his sister getting tortured and raped.
He broke after six long days. Every month he had to choose. If he didn't laugh or joke, his sister was punished. Should he speak to any of his people about this, the same. Meanwhile, he was treated like a king, given two mute human slaves to pamper his every need. He was dressed in the finest clothes, and given leave to wander about freely.
His people looked at him, and he could hear them whisper : Betrayer, Sadist, Jester of Death.
And evry month he chose. Strangers at first, people he had never met. Simple folk, old people. Then acquintances, friends of the family. Trusted retainers were next, and last, his friends and familie. He was forced to watch them being sacrificed, as always.
Evry night he had to sing his mournfull dirges of the sacrificed to his master, who revelled in the sorrow and distress. If he didn't please, his sister would once again be brought forth from the dungeons, and he'd be forced to watch.
Four hundred years he watched, and waited. His hart grew still, dead in his chest, fueled only by hatred. When his family died he had to choose from the other slaves, or from the children, or the women, joking as he did so, for his masters petty cruelty knew no end.
Then, five years ago, an opportunity rose. The control over his voice, and over the powers in his blood, were finally strong enough. He managed to escape his quarters, and found his sister.
One final time his eyes misted as he watched her beautiful, green, mad eyes grow still.
He left under the cover of night, freeing both slaves and beast from the gladiatorpits, so he could escape amidst the confusion, the slaughter and bloodshed. Together with the prize gladiator of his master he made it to the underdark, and has been striking at the minions of his former master ever since.(the gladiator bit is optional, just a way to already introduce two characters)
His old name is long forgotten, as his master ordered him to reinstate the Elven tradition of being named by your own people. Therefore he is known as Iluvan'an Tesau, or Ishamael.
Elven Bard 11
Alignment: Neutral
Height:5'1"
Weight: 105 lbs
Hair: Stark White
Eyes: Green
Age: 512
Str: 12 (+1) [4 points]
Dex: 20 (+5) [6 points +2 racial + 4 mag item]
Con: 10 (+0) [4 points, -2 racial]
Int: 14 (+2) [6 points,]
Wis: 10 (0) [2 points, ]
Cha: 18 (+4) [10 points,+2 lvl]
Class and Racial Abilities:
+2 dex -2 con. med, 30 spd, immune to magic sleep, +2 St enchant, Low-light vision, Weapon prof longsword, rapier, longbow,shortbow, +2 to listen, search and spot
Hit Dice: 11d6
HP:
AC: 22= 10+5+1+6
Init: +3 (+3 Dex)
Speed: 30ft
Saves:
Fortitude +2 [+3 base,]
Reflex +10 [+7base, +3 Dex,]
Will +7 [+7 base, +0 Wis, ]
BAB: +8/+3
Melee Atk: rapier+1 +10/+5 dmg 1d6+2(18-20/x2)
Ranged Atk:Comp Longbow+1 +17/+12 or +15/+15/+10, +1 when within 30 ft
dmg 1d8+1(x3)
Skills:
Appraise : 5 = 2+3
Balance : 9 = 5+5-1
Bluff : 8 = 4+4
Climb : 4 = 1+4-1
Concentration : 3 = 0+3
Decipher Script : 6 = 2+4
Diplomacy 8 = 4+4
Disguise 6 = 4+2
Escape artist 7 = 5+3-1
Gather Information 9=4+5
Hide 15=5+5+5
Jump 3=1+3-1
Knowledge (History) 7=2+5
Knowledge (Dragons) 5 = 3+2
Language : 3 (goblin, dwarven, Undercommon)
Listen :6 = 0+4+2
Move Silently : 15=5+5+5
Perform (sing) 18=4+14
Perform (harp) 9=4+5
Search : 4=2+0+2
Sense Motive : 5 = 0+5
Sleight of Hand : 9=5+5-1
Spellcraft : 5=2+3
Swim : 2=1+3-2
Tumble : 8=5+4-1
Use Magic Device : 10=4+6
Feats:Wapon Focus Comp Longbow, Point Blank Shot, Precise Shot, Rapid Shot.
Class Features:
Languages: Common, Elven, Orc, Draconic, Goblin, Dwarven, Undercommon.
Equipment:
Mithral shadow silent moves breastplate +1(4000+3750+3750+200+1000=12700)
Gloves of Dexterity +4 (16000)
Composite Longbow +1 (1100 gp)
Amulet of natural armor +1 (2000 gp)
Rapier +1 (1020 gp)
Can't find the price for a harp, and I don't know if you're bothered for the flint and steel, wineskins, tent kinda list...
Money
Appearance:
Tall for an elf at 6', he makes for a grim figure. His skin is white as snow, for he hasn't seen the sun in quite a while. When on a "mission" his face is painted in a twisted parody of a jester, with two black diamonds over his eues and a black, sneering grin on his lips. His hair is black, tied in an untidy ponytail. The make-up only enhances his mask-like face, expressionless except for the flickering of his eyes, as he continuesly scans his surroundings. He is dressed in black silks, with soft knee-high boots. From his belt hangs a simple rapier and a dagger. His black breastplate and his long black cape blurr his outline and shade his face. On his back a quiver is strapped. Next to it an ornate composite longbow hangs.
Personality:
His face is schooled to remain blank, showing no sign of sadness or joy, remorse or cruelty. He only lives for revenge, and will sacrifice anything for it. Seldom does he sing, but when he does, the sadness and sorrow silences even the most jaded drow. Many doubt his sanity, but few his dedication.
He can be heard muttering to himself sometimes, telling jokes, a sure sign violence is to follow.
Background:
512 years ago there was great joy and hope in the Elven kingdom of Shen'Tarra, for the queen had given birth to a twin, something only rarely seen in the long history of Elvenkind. The girl, Siannah, eldest by mere minutes, was educated as a priestess of the Elven God of Light, whilst the boy , Raen-Lothar, proved to be a natural singer who had a voice of the purest gold, therefore to be trained as a bard.
Shen'Tarra was the first nation to fall, completely taken by surprise on the night their Gods died. Most of her people were enslaved, amongst them the princeling twins.
The Black dragon Lanferrar, who headed the invasion force, soon learned of their identity. Raen-Lothar was brought before him, and was given the choice : either walk amongst his people, laughing and joking, and pick ten people to be sacrificed, or watch his sister getting tortured and raped.
He broke after six long days. Every month he had to choose. If he didn't laugh or joke, his sister was punished. Should he speak to any of his people about this, the same. Meanwhile, he was treated like a king, given two mute human slaves to pamper his every need. He was dressed in the finest clothes, and given leave to wander about freely.
His people looked at him, and he could hear them whisper : Betrayer, Sadist, Jester of Death.
And evry month he chose. Strangers at first, people he had never met. Simple folk, old people. Then acquintances, friends of the family. Trusted retainers were next, and last, his friends and familie. He was forced to watch them being sacrificed, as always.
Evry night he had to sing his mournfull dirges of the sacrificed to his master, who revelled in the sorrow and distress. If he didn't please, his sister would once again be brought forth from the dungeons, and he'd be forced to watch.
Four hundred years he watched, and waited. His hart grew still, dead in his chest, fueled only by hatred. When his family died he had to choose from the other slaves, or from the children, or the women, joking as he did so, for his masters petty cruelty knew no end.
Then, five years ago, an opportunity rose. The control over his voice, and over the powers in his blood, were finally strong enough. He managed to escape his quarters, and found his sister.
One final time his eyes misted as he watched her beautiful, green, mad eyes grow still.
He left under the cover of night, freeing both slaves and beast from the gladiatorpits, so he could escape amidst the confusion, the slaughter and bloodshed. Together with the prize gladiator of his master he made it to the underdark, and has been striking at the minions of his former master ever since.(the gladiator bit is optional, just a way to already introduce two characters)
His old name is long forgotten, as his master ordered him to reinstate the Elven tradition of being named by your own people. Therefore he is known as Iluvan'an Tesau, or Ishamael.
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Paxus Asclepius
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DrZombie said:
That's some fancy talk, there, mister. I hope you can live up to it.
