Rystil Arden
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Yharzu is indeed free--it's the only free language for Lacerta (Eldish is not free, for instance, and there is no Common). You get two more on top of that.Gli'jar said:
Yo Ho Ho! Recruiting Spelljamming Pirates and Roguish Sorts to fill Openings!
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Rystil Arden said:
She would have brought anything of hers from Tymandeau that was small enough to carry. Since her father was secretly sympathetic, he may have left some things "carelessly" out where she could find them.
In Wildspace, she lived on what she managed to take for awhile, before getting settled incognito on Jhaar as a relatively minor merchant. At that point she was covering her living expenses, but even with selling the odd potion on the side, she wasn't getting rich at this point; she was just getting by.
So yes...with the exception of crafted potions, any worldly goods she has beyond the mundane merchanting stuff would be from Tymandeau.
Rystil Arden
First Post
15000 GP. Magic items cost 1.5x except for potions. As part of the Rowaini purchasing plan, self-crafted craft-skill items cost 50% if you can make them taking 10.Shayuri said:
Rystil Arden
First Post
Chuliit:
You get 14,000 GP at level 5 and you can spend as usual except weapons and armour as well as all metal is more expensive (double, or triple if it is both metal and a weapon/armour). Also, divine magic items only cost 90% of the usual price, but arcane ones...well arcane items are either imported (so really expensive) or they were made by Wild Mages, and if you know anything about Wild Mages...
You get 14,000 GP at level 5 and you can spend as usual except weapons and armour as well as all metal is more expensive (double, or triple if it is both metal and a weapon/armour). Also, divine magic items only cost 90% of the usual price, but arcane ones...well arcane items are either imported (so really expensive) or they were made by Wild Mages, and if you know anything about Wild Mages...
pallandrome
First Post
Ohh, Ohh, Do me next, do me! What's the pirate payment plan?
pallandrome
First Post
>.< SO should have seen that coming.
unleashed said:
Do we model our divine casters like wizards as far as beginning spells and additional spells per level? Are the domain spells granted by the spirits added by default to this list or do they remain separate as domain only, that is to say they cannot become part of this list?
Fenris
Adventurer
Rystil,
Here is my second submission, a male Sacra Heretic
[sblock=Background]
Everyone is always happy and bathes in the joyous light of Circe on Sancirce. That is the image projected by the Church. But it is far from the truth. There is a sizable class of poor on Sancirce, not to mention the imposed sexual dichotomy.
Lar Kanjil was one of those Sacra that was not happy with the state of his life on Sancirce. And why should he be. His parents were poor. He had grown up poor, poor enough that Lar had to turn to stealing to survive. Neither of his parents were very skilled. His mother worked cleaning the local Temple of Circe. Neither Lar nor his father were allowed there since they were men and would have defiled the Temple. Nunron, Lars father, worked repairing the streets of the city. Nothing glamorous, and certainly no way to get rich, or even have a comfortable life.
In a world with Champions, Zeaolts and Inquisitors walking the streets, a thief, even one who only steals to eat and survive, must be very careful. Luckily for Lar he was a level headed boy and learned early on how to lie with a straight face. He was also strong willed and did not like being told what to do. Which got him into trouble as often as not.
Now Nunron and Ulmia, Lar’s parents, were Circe faithful. How could you not be on Sancrice. But they weren’t Zealots, and were often too tired from their labors to attend services at the Temple. Ulmia went more often as it was expected that women would attend more often and she work at the Temple so it was easier. So Lar grew up in the Circe faith as all did on Sancirce. But as he grew older he began to wonder why Circe did not like his family or him. Why were did parents have to work so hard when others did not? Why did Circe not like men? It seemed to Lar that most Circe men wee just as devoted as the women, yet women held all the positions of power. These inequities irked him growing up, yet as he grew older, they bothered him more and more.
But it was the death of his mother that truly began Lars path towards disbelief. Ulmia work very hard to keep the temple clean for services. She took great pride in performing this service for Circe. Yet after a grueling day cleaning, she still found time to attend service and come home to take care of her family. So it was a great surprise that Ulmia did not come home from temple one night. Lar went out searching for her, and found her inside the temple, dead. Here this devoted, devout woman had given everything for Circe and yet she died, leaving a teen and a husband.
The priestess said that Circe had called Ulmia to serve her. But that seemed selfish to Lar. HE needed her still. The anger and rage of his mothers death was thus directed at Circe. The seed that was planed long ago was given fresh impetus to grow.
This started the time when Lar started stealing in earnest. As a boy he had stolen an extra loaf of bread her and there to put on the table. Or a small trinket for his mothers birthday, saying he had been working odd jobs on the side (well they were side jobs). But now he turned his rage and anger outward and began stealing what he could get away with. He amassed a small nest egg, small things mostly as he hadn’t yet figured how to fence his goods yet. His father didn’t seem to notice, he was still in mourning for his wife and had turned his sorrow and life inward.
Lar seemed to have figured out this whole stealing thing, until he got caught. Stealing on Sancirce is frowned upon to say the least. It is considered an offence against Circe since Circe will provide for you. Lar spent two years in prison for stealing a necklace. But prison was a time of learning for Lar. He met a few other prisoners who taught him how to fool the guards. But especially for Lar he met Kugsi. Kugsi sat and talked with Lar many days, talking about things that were almost philosophical. Lar didn’t enjoy these talks at first, he had never liked school. But as his conversations continued, Lar realized that the things Kugsi was saying were the same tings Lar had been thinking, but couldn’t quite put into words. But what Kugsi kept emphasizing to Lar was to hold onto that rage, that anger, to let it seek its course. Lar wasn’t sure what that meant. But he did agree with Kugsi that Circe had abandoned him. If that was so, could Circe have any power over him? Kugsi would often ask him. Lars hair began to lose its purple sheen.
Lar left prison with several new skills including lock picking and knowing how to dye his hair to make it look purple still. But as much as he learned it wasn’t until he found the note that he realized what had been occurring. After he had been released from prison, he had returned home to find that his father had joined his mother. Not that he had ever visited anyway. With Lar gone, he probably didn’t eat. Lar had never seen anyone who wished to die. But one morning, Lar came down to find a note on the table. Someone had broken into his house! A quick search found nothing taken. Upon reading the note, Lar found it to be from a group of Heretics! Lars eyes widened. It said that they knew he didn’t believe and that they would expose him if he didn’t cooperate. Lar remembered the look of the Inquisitors as they would occasionally walk the prison halls. He could never look them in the eyes, and he shuddered to think being given to them as a blasphemer.
Lar expected the note to be extortion, but oddly, they didn’t want money from Lar. They wanted him to do small tasks. Lar shrugged, they would know if he did them or not, so he gave the signal of agreement. He put a small group of flowers out side his door; 6 white and 6 pink. The next day Lar found an envelope on his doorstep which gave him directions to an alley. There he found a small, loose brick in the wall. Within that was another envelope. Inside was a pamphlet with some mental exercises on it. Lar did know what to think of it, but practiced it. Especially after he skipped a day and received a threatening note! He wasn’t really sure what he was doing, he didn’t feel any different. But he kept at it. All the while he kept dying his hair and making a small living off of other people.
He received new notes every so often with new exercises and some philosophical tracts regarding how life without Circe was better.. He did them, if only because of the threats. Whoever was doing this was good, Lar had allied his efforts to determining who was doing this and came up empty handed every time. He started visiting his old friend Kugsi in prison. Managing to smuggle in a few items of contraband even. A year had passed since he had turned his back on Circe, because she abandoned him, and nothing was really different. His life had become a bit monotonous really, his exercises, his visits to prison. Maybe he got lazy, or bored, or careless, but at a festival, Lar picked the wrong pocket. It belonged to an Inquititor.
Lar was in deep now, and he knew it. Repeat offenders, especially those who swore to walk in the light of Circe when released the first time, were not treated well. At least he had some credit in prison, thanks to his smuggling efforts. When he saw Kugsi, the man looked him in the eyes, then, as if he saw something there, smiled. “You’ll be alright kid” he reassured him. But Lar wasn’t so sure initially. And even less so once they came to pull him into solitary. Then the Inquisitors came, and the beatings started. They wanted him to confess to all sorts of crimes, the worst of course to being a blasphemer against Circe. Lar took it as best he could, never giving them the satisfaction. He nearly bit through his tongue during one particularly intense session.
Then one day he heard the door open, he shuddered inwards as he waiting for the Inquisitor to enter. Instead a woman about his mother’s age entered. Lars groaned inwardly, he would almost rather face the Inquisitors than her. For Sarana the Champion had come to Lar’s cell. She came every day for a week, just sitting and talking with him. Lar hated this, he hated that she reminded him of his mother, he hated that it wasn’t until now that the church leader had an interest in him, and he hated that he like the attention he was receiving. But then, Sarana asked him those dreaded questions, she looked deep into his eyes and asked him if he wouldn’t rather live his life with Circe, that the joy of life was too great to spend it here. Lar was shaken, he wanted to say yes, he wanted to be accepted, but he knew, he knew as soon as he walked out it would all go away. Slowly, painfully, knowing that to refuse would mean more sessions with the Inquisitor, or worse, he shook his head no. Lar felt bad for Sarana, she was so upset and dejected as she left, perhaps she too knew what Lar’s fate would now be.
Indeed it came quickly. And in a dreadful way. Anika the Inquisitor who was most ruthless in hunting down Heretics came to personally escort him to the “Confession Room”. She was convinced that Lar’s failure to repent in face of a Champion of Circe was proof that he was a Heretic. And Anika had swore to root out any of those blasphemers, especially on Sancirce. The next few days were filled with pain for Lar. The only way he got through it was doing those mental exercises he had found in the pamphlets left for him. He was in too much pain to think of the implications of that though. Then came a day of such pain, broken fingers and bleeding that Lars lost his mental composure. All the pain, all the rage, all the hate, all the misery came flooding out in a scream that flung Anika against the far wall. She lay there in a daze as Lars focused more hate towards her and she burst into flames. The all became darkness for Lars.
When he awoke, the pain was still there and his fingers deformed. Across the room lay the broken and burned body of the Inquisitor. Lar groaned, both from the pain and the impending pain he would be under once the found a dead Inquisitor in his cell. Lars found that his chains had broken while he was blacked out. Some unknown force had burst them. Panic and fear gave him new energy and let him work through the pain. He put the charred body of the Inquisitor on the confession table and removed what he could of indentifiable equipment. He paused to examine his ruse, it was passable, and would stall pursuit until they looked more closely. Meanwhile he gathered up a cloak and went to the door. But with his fingers broken he couldn’t work the latch. Cursing Circe yet again, he nearly lost his will to go on. But he sat down and ran through one of the exercises in the pamphlets to calm down. Re-focused he found that when he opened his eyes, his fingers were whole. They still hurt, but he could make them move. Slowly and cautiously he made his way out of the prison, slipping quietly over a wall.
Failure to Repent, a two time offender and the murder of an Inquisitor made Lar a very wanted man. So he became for a time a woman. Lar disguised himself as a woman once he got home. He gathered his last few possessions, threw away the flowers and headed for the port. He found the first ship off Circe, paying his way for a regular cabin. He stayed hidden as a woman until they arrived at Jhaar. He didn’t want anyone tracing him there. In Jhaar, he felt far more free. No one breathing down his neck, a new start. He felt free. Of course he started picking pockets immediately. But he found that the power that erupted from him in the torture room was still with him. More than once it saved him in the alleys of Jhaar. After some time he learned to control it, oddly enough through those exercises the Heretics had left for him and made him practice.
Lar Kanjil looked after himself first and last. Though he did feel that he had a debt to pay. He just wasn’t sure how to do so or to whom.
[/sblock]
And his stat roll:http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=890610
[sblock=Character]
Tentative
Appearance: A short man, with a shaved head.
[/sblock]
Here is my second submission, a male Sacra Heretic
[sblock=Background]
Everyone is always happy and bathes in the joyous light of Circe on Sancirce. That is the image projected by the Church. But it is far from the truth. There is a sizable class of poor on Sancirce, not to mention the imposed sexual dichotomy.
Lar Kanjil was one of those Sacra that was not happy with the state of his life on Sancirce. And why should he be. His parents were poor. He had grown up poor, poor enough that Lar had to turn to stealing to survive. Neither of his parents were very skilled. His mother worked cleaning the local Temple of Circe. Neither Lar nor his father were allowed there since they were men and would have defiled the Temple. Nunron, Lars father, worked repairing the streets of the city. Nothing glamorous, and certainly no way to get rich, or even have a comfortable life.
In a world with Champions, Zeaolts and Inquisitors walking the streets, a thief, even one who only steals to eat and survive, must be very careful. Luckily for Lar he was a level headed boy and learned early on how to lie with a straight face. He was also strong willed and did not like being told what to do. Which got him into trouble as often as not.
Now Nunron and Ulmia, Lar’s parents, were Circe faithful. How could you not be on Sancrice. But they weren’t Zealots, and were often too tired from their labors to attend services at the Temple. Ulmia went more often as it was expected that women would attend more often and she work at the Temple so it was easier. So Lar grew up in the Circe faith as all did on Sancirce. But as he grew older he began to wonder why Circe did not like his family or him. Why were did parents have to work so hard when others did not? Why did Circe not like men? It seemed to Lar that most Circe men wee just as devoted as the women, yet women held all the positions of power. These inequities irked him growing up, yet as he grew older, they bothered him more and more.
But it was the death of his mother that truly began Lars path towards disbelief. Ulmia work very hard to keep the temple clean for services. She took great pride in performing this service for Circe. Yet after a grueling day cleaning, she still found time to attend service and come home to take care of her family. So it was a great surprise that Ulmia did not come home from temple one night. Lar went out searching for her, and found her inside the temple, dead. Here this devoted, devout woman had given everything for Circe and yet she died, leaving a teen and a husband.
The priestess said that Circe had called Ulmia to serve her. But that seemed selfish to Lar. HE needed her still. The anger and rage of his mothers death was thus directed at Circe. The seed that was planed long ago was given fresh impetus to grow.
This started the time when Lar started stealing in earnest. As a boy he had stolen an extra loaf of bread her and there to put on the table. Or a small trinket for his mothers birthday, saying he had been working odd jobs on the side (well they were side jobs). But now he turned his rage and anger outward and began stealing what he could get away with. He amassed a small nest egg, small things mostly as he hadn’t yet figured how to fence his goods yet. His father didn’t seem to notice, he was still in mourning for his wife and had turned his sorrow and life inward.
Lar seemed to have figured out this whole stealing thing, until he got caught. Stealing on Sancirce is frowned upon to say the least. It is considered an offence against Circe since Circe will provide for you. Lar spent two years in prison for stealing a necklace. But prison was a time of learning for Lar. He met a few other prisoners who taught him how to fool the guards. But especially for Lar he met Kugsi. Kugsi sat and talked with Lar many days, talking about things that were almost philosophical. Lar didn’t enjoy these talks at first, he had never liked school. But as his conversations continued, Lar realized that the things Kugsi was saying were the same tings Lar had been thinking, but couldn’t quite put into words. But what Kugsi kept emphasizing to Lar was to hold onto that rage, that anger, to let it seek its course. Lar wasn’t sure what that meant. But he did agree with Kugsi that Circe had abandoned him. If that was so, could Circe have any power over him? Kugsi would often ask him. Lars hair began to lose its purple sheen.
Lar left prison with several new skills including lock picking and knowing how to dye his hair to make it look purple still. But as much as he learned it wasn’t until he found the note that he realized what had been occurring. After he had been released from prison, he had returned home to find that his father had joined his mother. Not that he had ever visited anyway. With Lar gone, he probably didn’t eat. Lar had never seen anyone who wished to die. But one morning, Lar came down to find a note on the table. Someone had broken into his house! A quick search found nothing taken. Upon reading the note, Lar found it to be from a group of Heretics! Lars eyes widened. It said that they knew he didn’t believe and that they would expose him if he didn’t cooperate. Lar remembered the look of the Inquisitors as they would occasionally walk the prison halls. He could never look them in the eyes, and he shuddered to think being given to them as a blasphemer.
Lar expected the note to be extortion, but oddly, they didn’t want money from Lar. They wanted him to do small tasks. Lar shrugged, they would know if he did them or not, so he gave the signal of agreement. He put a small group of flowers out side his door; 6 white and 6 pink. The next day Lar found an envelope on his doorstep which gave him directions to an alley. There he found a small, loose brick in the wall. Within that was another envelope. Inside was a pamphlet with some mental exercises on it. Lar did know what to think of it, but practiced it. Especially after he skipped a day and received a threatening note! He wasn’t really sure what he was doing, he didn’t feel any different. But he kept at it. All the while he kept dying his hair and making a small living off of other people.
He received new notes every so often with new exercises and some philosophical tracts regarding how life without Circe was better.. He did them, if only because of the threats. Whoever was doing this was good, Lar had allied his efforts to determining who was doing this and came up empty handed every time. He started visiting his old friend Kugsi in prison. Managing to smuggle in a few items of contraband even. A year had passed since he had turned his back on Circe, because she abandoned him, and nothing was really different. His life had become a bit monotonous really, his exercises, his visits to prison. Maybe he got lazy, or bored, or careless, but at a festival, Lar picked the wrong pocket. It belonged to an Inquititor.
Lar was in deep now, and he knew it. Repeat offenders, especially those who swore to walk in the light of Circe when released the first time, were not treated well. At least he had some credit in prison, thanks to his smuggling efforts. When he saw Kugsi, the man looked him in the eyes, then, as if he saw something there, smiled. “You’ll be alright kid” he reassured him. But Lar wasn’t so sure initially. And even less so once they came to pull him into solitary. Then the Inquisitors came, and the beatings started. They wanted him to confess to all sorts of crimes, the worst of course to being a blasphemer against Circe. Lar took it as best he could, never giving them the satisfaction. He nearly bit through his tongue during one particularly intense session.
Then one day he heard the door open, he shuddered inwards as he waiting for the Inquisitor to enter. Instead a woman about his mother’s age entered. Lars groaned inwardly, he would almost rather face the Inquisitors than her. For Sarana the Champion had come to Lar’s cell. She came every day for a week, just sitting and talking with him. Lar hated this, he hated that she reminded him of his mother, he hated that it wasn’t until now that the church leader had an interest in him, and he hated that he like the attention he was receiving. But then, Sarana asked him those dreaded questions, she looked deep into his eyes and asked him if he wouldn’t rather live his life with Circe, that the joy of life was too great to spend it here. Lar was shaken, he wanted to say yes, he wanted to be accepted, but he knew, he knew as soon as he walked out it would all go away. Slowly, painfully, knowing that to refuse would mean more sessions with the Inquisitor, or worse, he shook his head no. Lar felt bad for Sarana, she was so upset and dejected as she left, perhaps she too knew what Lar’s fate would now be.
Indeed it came quickly. And in a dreadful way. Anika the Inquisitor who was most ruthless in hunting down Heretics came to personally escort him to the “Confession Room”. She was convinced that Lar’s failure to repent in face of a Champion of Circe was proof that he was a Heretic. And Anika had swore to root out any of those blasphemers, especially on Sancirce. The next few days were filled with pain for Lar. The only way he got through it was doing those mental exercises he had found in the pamphlets left for him. He was in too much pain to think of the implications of that though. Then came a day of such pain, broken fingers and bleeding that Lars lost his mental composure. All the pain, all the rage, all the hate, all the misery came flooding out in a scream that flung Anika against the far wall. She lay there in a daze as Lars focused more hate towards her and she burst into flames. The all became darkness for Lars.
When he awoke, the pain was still there and his fingers deformed. Across the room lay the broken and burned body of the Inquisitor. Lar groaned, both from the pain and the impending pain he would be under once the found a dead Inquisitor in his cell. Lars found that his chains had broken while he was blacked out. Some unknown force had burst them. Panic and fear gave him new energy and let him work through the pain. He put the charred body of the Inquisitor on the confession table and removed what he could of indentifiable equipment. He paused to examine his ruse, it was passable, and would stall pursuit until they looked more closely. Meanwhile he gathered up a cloak and went to the door. But with his fingers broken he couldn’t work the latch. Cursing Circe yet again, he nearly lost his will to go on. But he sat down and ran through one of the exercises in the pamphlets to calm down. Re-focused he found that when he opened his eyes, his fingers were whole. They still hurt, but he could make them move. Slowly and cautiously he made his way out of the prison, slipping quietly over a wall.
Failure to Repent, a two time offender and the murder of an Inquisitor made Lar a very wanted man. So he became for a time a woman. Lar disguised himself as a woman once he got home. He gathered his last few possessions, threw away the flowers and headed for the port. He found the first ship off Circe, paying his way for a regular cabin. He stayed hidden as a woman until they arrived at Jhaar. He didn’t want anyone tracing him there. In Jhaar, he felt far more free. No one breathing down his neck, a new start. He felt free. Of course he started picking pockets immediately. But he found that the power that erupted from him in the torture room was still with him. More than once it saved him in the alleys of Jhaar. After some time he learned to control it, oddly enough through those exercises the Heretics had left for him and made him practice.
Lar Kanjil looked after himself first and last. Though he did feel that he had a debt to pay. He just wasn’t sure how to do so or to whom.
[/sblock]
And his stat roll:http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=890610
[sblock=Character]
Tentative
Code:
[B]Name:[/B] Lar
[B]Class:[/B] Heretic
[B]Race:[/B] Sacra
[B]Size:[/B] Medium
[B]Gender:[/B] Male
[B]Alignment:[/B] XXXX
[B]Deity:[/B] NOT Circe!
[B]Str:[/B] 10 +0 (XXp.) [B]Level:[/B] 5 [B]XP:[/B] XXXX
[B]Dex:[/B] 18 +4 (XXp.) [B]BAB:[/B] +X [B]HP:[/B] XXX (XdX+5)
[B]Con:[/B] 13 +1 (XXp.) [B]Grapple:[/B] +X [B]Dmg Red:[/B] XX/XXXX
[B]Int:[/B] 12 +1 (XXp.) [B]Speed:[/B] XX' [B]Spell Res:[/B] XX
[B]Wis:[/B] 22 +6 (XXp.) [B]Init:[/B] +4 [B]Spell Save:[/B] +X
[B]Cha:[/B] 16 +3 (XXp.) [B]ACP:[/B] -X [B]Spell Fail:[/B] XX%
[B]Base Armor Shld Dex Size Nat Misc Total[/B]
[B]Armor:[/B] 10 +X +X +4 +X +X +X XX
[B]Touch:[/B] XX [B]Flatfooted:[/B] XX
[B]Base Mod Misc Total[/B]
[B]Fort:[/B] X +1 +X
[B]Ref:[/B] X +4 +X
[B]Will:[/B] X +6 +X
[B]Weapon Attack Damage Critical[/B]
XXXX +X XdXX+X XX-XXxX
XXXX +X XdXX+X XX-XXxX
XXXX +X XdXX+X XX-XXxX
XXXX +X XdXX+X XX-XXxX
[B]Languages:[/B] XXXX
[B]Abilities:[/B] XXXX
[B]Feats:[/B] XXXX
[B]Skill Points:[/B] XX [B]Max Ranks:[/B] X/X
[B]Skills Ranks Mod Misc Total[/B]
Appraise X +X +X
Balance X +X +X
Bluff X +X +X
Climb X +X +X
Concentration X +X +X
Craft X +X +X
Decipher Script X +X +X
Diplomacy X +X +X
Disable Device X +X +X
Disguise X +X +X
Escape Artist X +X +X
Forgery X +X +X
Gather Information X +X +X
Handle Animal X +X +X
Heal X +X +X
Hide X +X +X
Intimidate X +X +X
Jump X +X +X
Knowledge X +X +X
Listen X +X +X
Move Silently X +X +X
Open Lock X +X +X
Perform X +X +X
Profession X +X +X
Ride X +X +X
Search X +X +X
Sense Motive X +X +X
Sleight Of Hand X +X +X
Speak Language X +X +X
Spellcraft X +X +X
Spot X +X +X
Survival X +X +X
Swim X +X +X
Tumble X +X +X
Use Magic Device X +X +X
Use Rope X +X +X
[B]Equipment: Cost Weight[/B]
Assorted jewelery
Three books (scriptures?)
XXXX XXcp XXlb
XXXX XXsp XXlb
XXXX XXgp XXlb
XXXX XXgp XXlb
[B]Total Weight:[/B]XXlb [B]Money:[/B] XXgp XXsp XXcp
[B]Lgt Med Hvy Lift Push[/B]
[B]Max Weight:[/B] XXX XXX XXX XXX XXX
[B]Age:[/B] 20
[B]Height:[/B] 5'3"
[B]Weight:[/B] 100lb
[B]Eyes:[/B] Blue
[B]Hair:[/B] None (Lavender when grown out)
[B]Skin:[/B] XXXX[/sblock]
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unleashed
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unleashed said:
The part you quoted above Gli'jar was meant to refer to learning divine spells from outside the PH (or SRD), nothing more. Now to answer your questions.Gli'jar said:
Divine casters work as normal, which means they can prepare any spells from the PH spell list(s) relevant to their class, but not from other sources unless you research them as a wizard would or Rystil allows you to swap some spells like he did with Trayah.
The domain spells granted by the spirits work the same as standard domains, but are limited by the power of the spirit which grants them. They are not added to the Shaman's spell list directly. Effectively you trade the ability to be able to swap domains and gain more domain powers at once, for reduced access to spells in certain domains as the Shaman grows in power (unless the spirit is replaced).
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