Rystil Arden
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She also appears to have the mysterious feats: "2 feats", so may want to fix thatFenris said:
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Fenris
Adventurer
Rystil,
OK Lar is done. I took the Liberation Domain, is that acceptable? Seemed to fit for a Heretic. Also I wasn;t sure of the lanaguage on Circe, I put done Putal, but couldn't find it on the master list.
Hit points:
http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=953944
Wow, I'm doing great on these
I think that makes 29 if I brought up my minimums correctly
Lar
[sblock=Updated Lar Background]
Everyone is always happy and bathes in the joyous light of Circe on Sancirce. That is the image projected by the Church. And for the most part that is true, fo those who wish to live within such a structured society, 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. 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, but it was enough to provide a comfortable life.
His father was a devoted man, and quite wise. His mother was the sweetest woman you could want, but not always quick in wits. Yet Ulmia held a higher rank in the Church than Nunron, this was always something that irked Lar as a young boy. His father had taught him to rely upon Circe and himself. And yet, his father was more capable than his mother, but his mother was put in the higher rank because she was a woman. As a young man, Lar accepted this since Circe was a woman, but as he grew older, this rankled within him. Why would the blessed and good Circe created a situation where half of her devoted could not serve to their full potential
Now Nunron and Ulmia, Lar’s parents, were Circe faithful. How could you not be on Sancrice. But they 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 worked 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 were 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.
Lar grew bored with his situation. He had all he needed of course, yet there was some small voice inside him, some seed, that pushed him to want more, to do more. Maybe it was greed that he didn’t have all the luxuries that other did. Perhaps it was sloth since he was bored and a bit lazy. In any case Lar started stealing. Small things, little luxuries like nice book for his father or a necklace for his mother. His compounded his sins by lying and telling his parents that he was working a side job (well he was). But these things made his parents so happy, how could Circe think making people happy was wrong?
It was the death of his mother that truly began Lars path towards disbelief. Ulmia worked 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. She could have his mother all eternity, what would it have matter if Lar had gotten to have a mother for a few dozen more years. The seed that was planed long ago was given fresh impetus to grow. Unfair, selfish, cruel, these were the words that began to circulate in Lar’s head about Circe. These thoughts lead to bitter anger, and rage at the injustice of life under Circe. Circe became less of the beneficent mother and more of the petty shrew.
This started the time when Lar started stealing in earnest. 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 tried to entice his father with gifts of beautiful books, but Nunron was in his won world now.
In a world with Champions, Zeaolts and Inquisitors walking the streets, a thief, even a crafty and sneaky one, 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.
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 an emerald 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 things 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. 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 so much. But prison had not reformed Lar, it had only honed his skills. Lar returned to tealing within a week of being released. He had considered going straight, for about a minute. Why kill himself slaving away for the Shrew Circe when she wouldn’t reward him properly, merely because he lacked breasts!
One night Lar broke into some old scholar’s house. Lar has picked up his father’s reading habits, and still sought our books for knowledge as much as value. Within the old womans house, Lar found a few pretty baubles that caught his eye and a few old leather bound volumes that drew him closer for some reason. He quickly packed up the three volumes and made his way back home.
Once home, Lar examined his loot. The jewelry was decent, nothing spectacular, but the books held Lars attention. They were old books, older than any he had seen before. They spoke of exercises and training to improve oneself. This was right up Lars alley. He had always been keen to pick up a new skill or piece of knowledge. Scanning through the books though, there was no mention of Circe. Many of these books were how to serve Circe better. But this book was simply about improving the self. It made no mention of Circe good or ill.
The books and exercises intrigued him. And he started doing them. He really wasn’t sure what some of these strange things did. He didn’t feel any different in doing them. But he enjoyed reading the books and it kept his mind focused away from Circe. The rage was there but it became suppressed while he did these exercises. He found he wasn’t quite so angry after doing them. Which made going out a lot easier as an angry Sacra stood out like a sore thumb. He found that everything the priestess said Circe would grant to the faithful, he could get out of the book. He didn’t need Circe for anything! The day of that realization was a great one for Lar, and he walked around for a week with a broad smile. Heck he didn’t even steal anything for a month!
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 sworn 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 books. 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 Lar.
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 they 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 books to calm down. Re-focused, he found that when he opened his eyes, his fingers were whole, and he cursed Circe again for her lies then. His fingers 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, his nest egg and his now most prized possessions the three leather bound books, 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 stealing immediately, it was what he knew and had never learned a trade to make an honest living. 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. The power in those books was his to use and he did. After some time, and lots of practice he learned som measure of control over his newly found power. Those books held they key, but who wrote them and for what purpose.
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.
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[sblock=Character]
Tentative
Appearance: A short man, with a shaved head.
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OK Lar is done. I took the Liberation Domain, is that acceptable? Seemed to fit for a Heretic. Also I wasn;t sure of the lanaguage on Circe, I put done Putal, but couldn't find it on the master list.
Hit points:
http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=953944
Wow, I'm doing great on these
I think that makes 29 if I brought up my minimums correctlyLar
[sblock=Updated Lar Background]
Everyone is always happy and bathes in the joyous light of Circe on Sancirce. That is the image projected by the Church. And for the most part that is true, fo those who wish to live within such a structured society, 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. 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, but it was enough to provide a comfortable life.
His father was a devoted man, and quite wise. His mother was the sweetest woman you could want, but not always quick in wits. Yet Ulmia held a higher rank in the Church than Nunron, this was always something that irked Lar as a young boy. His father had taught him to rely upon Circe and himself. And yet, his father was more capable than his mother, but his mother was put in the higher rank because she was a woman. As a young man, Lar accepted this since Circe was a woman, but as he grew older, this rankled within him. Why would the blessed and good Circe created a situation where half of her devoted could not serve to their full potential
Now Nunron and Ulmia, Lar’s parents, were Circe faithful. How could you not be on Sancrice. But they 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 worked 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 were 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.
Lar grew bored with his situation. He had all he needed of course, yet there was some small voice inside him, some seed, that pushed him to want more, to do more. Maybe it was greed that he didn’t have all the luxuries that other did. Perhaps it was sloth since he was bored and a bit lazy. In any case Lar started stealing. Small things, little luxuries like nice book for his father or a necklace for his mother. His compounded his sins by lying and telling his parents that he was working a side job (well he was). But these things made his parents so happy, how could Circe think making people happy was wrong?
It was the death of his mother that truly began Lars path towards disbelief. Ulmia worked 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. She could have his mother all eternity, what would it have matter if Lar had gotten to have a mother for a few dozen more years. The seed that was planed long ago was given fresh impetus to grow. Unfair, selfish, cruel, these were the words that began to circulate in Lar’s head about Circe. These thoughts lead to bitter anger, and rage at the injustice of life under Circe. Circe became less of the beneficent mother and more of the petty shrew.
This started the time when Lar started stealing in earnest. 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 tried to entice his father with gifts of beautiful books, but Nunron was in his won world now.
In a world with Champions, Zeaolts and Inquisitors walking the streets, a thief, even a crafty and sneaky one, 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.
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 an emerald 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 things 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. 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 so much. But prison had not reformed Lar, it had only honed his skills. Lar returned to tealing within a week of being released. He had considered going straight, for about a minute. Why kill himself slaving away for the Shrew Circe when she wouldn’t reward him properly, merely because he lacked breasts!
One night Lar broke into some old scholar’s house. Lar has picked up his father’s reading habits, and still sought our books for knowledge as much as value. Within the old womans house, Lar found a few pretty baubles that caught his eye and a few old leather bound volumes that drew him closer for some reason. He quickly packed up the three volumes and made his way back home.
Once home, Lar examined his loot. The jewelry was decent, nothing spectacular, but the books held Lars attention. They were old books, older than any he had seen before. They spoke of exercises and training to improve oneself. This was right up Lars alley. He had always been keen to pick up a new skill or piece of knowledge. Scanning through the books though, there was no mention of Circe. Many of these books were how to serve Circe better. But this book was simply about improving the self. It made no mention of Circe good or ill.
The books and exercises intrigued him. And he started doing them. He really wasn’t sure what some of these strange things did. He didn’t feel any different in doing them. But he enjoyed reading the books and it kept his mind focused away from Circe. The rage was there but it became suppressed while he did these exercises. He found he wasn’t quite so angry after doing them. Which made going out a lot easier as an angry Sacra stood out like a sore thumb. He found that everything the priestess said Circe would grant to the faithful, he could get out of the book. He didn’t need Circe for anything! The day of that realization was a great one for Lar, and he walked around for a week with a broad smile. Heck he didn’t even steal anything for a month!
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 sworn 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 books. 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 Lar.
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 they 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 books to calm down. Re-focused, he found that when he opened his eyes, his fingers were whole, and he cursed Circe again for her lies then. His fingers 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, his nest egg and his now most prized possessions the three leather bound books, 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 stealing immediately, it was what he knew and had never learned a trade to make an honest living. 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. The power in those books was his to use and he did. After some time, and lots of practice he learned som measure of control over his newly found power. Those books held they key, but who wrote them and for what purpose.
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.
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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] Neutral
[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] +3 [B]HP:[/B] 29 (5d8+5)
[B]Con:[/B] 13 +1 (XXp.) [B]Grapple:[/B] +3 [B]Dmg Red:[/B] XX/XXXX
[B]Int:[/B] 12 +1 (XXp.) [B]Speed:[/B] 30' [B]Spell Res:[/B] XX
[B]Wis:[/B] 18 +4 (XXp.) [B]Init:[/B] +4 [B]Spell Save:[/B] +X
[B]Cha:[/B] 20 +5 (XXp.) [B]ACP:[/B] -0 [B]Spell Fail:[/B] XX%
[B]Base Armor Shld Dex Size Nat Misc Total[/B]
[B]Armor:[/B] 10 +6 +X +4 +X +X +X 20
[B]Touch:[/B] 14 [B]Flatfooted:[/B] 16
[B]Base Mod Misc Total[/B]
[B]Fort:[/B] 4 +1 +5
[B]Ref:[/B] 4 +4 +8
[B]Will:[/B] 4 +4 +8
[B]Weapon Attack Damage Critical[/B]
Short sword +1 +8 1d6+1 19-20x2
TWF SS +6/+6 1d6+1 19-20x2
Dagger (thrown) +7 1d4 19-20x2
[B]Languages:[/B] Putal, Eldish
[B]Abilities:[/B]
Circe's Boon: All Sacra have access to a clerical domain of their choice granted by Circe. They can use the domain power and can cast the spells as domain spells. Even Sacra peasants and other nonspellcasters can cast the spells from their chosen domain once per day per each (if they have enough Wisdom and enough HD that they would be able to cast them if they were a cleric) as spell-like abilities.
Circe's Love: Each day when praying to Circe in her daily prayers, a Sacra may select to receive a +1 divine bonus to either attack rolls, armour class, or saving throws for 24 hours.
Sneak Attack +3d6
Slippery Mind
Uncanny Dodge
Evasion
Trapfinding
Emulate the Divine: In an eight-hour ritual, a Heretic can change her domains to a set of two
coherent domains (so not Good and Evil at the same time, for instance) for their attempted
impersonation. If attempting to impersonate a class that casts like a Druid, the Heretic
loses access to the Cleric spell list and domains but gains access to the Druid spell list. In this
case, the extra domain spells per day are lost. The Heretic must choose an alignment (which can be
any alignment of her choice, without regard to her actual alignment), and she can't cast any spells
opposed to the alignment she chooses.
Turn/Rebuke Mimicry: The Heretic gains 3 + Charisma Bonus Turn or Rebuke attempts, but the checks
automatically fail. When she gains Emulate Aura, if she chooses a Good aura, the Turn attempts
can succeed, and if she chooses an Evil aura, the Rebuke attempts can succeed, both by virtue
of incredible mimicry granting the ability to channel divine energies. However, she still cannot
destroy or command undead in this way.
Emulate Aura: For the purposes of Divination spells, your Aura is the same as the alignment you
select when using Emulate the Divine, much as if you were a Cleric of a Deity with the alignment
you selected.
[B]Spells:[/B]
Domains: Liberation, Trickery, Luck
5/5+1/3+1/2+1
[B]Feats:[/B] Proficient with Rogue weapons, Light Armour, and Shields, Two-weapon fighting, Weapon Finesse
[B]Skill Points:[/B] 72 [B]Max Ranks:[/B] 8/4
[B]Skills Ranks Mod Misc Total[/B]
Appraise 5 +1 +6
Balance X +X +X
Bluff 8 +5 +13
Climb X +X +X
Concentration X +X +X
Craft X +X +X
Decipher Script 4 +1 +5
Diplomacy 3 +5 +4 +12
Disable Device 5 +1 +2 +8
Disguise 8 +5 +2 +15
Escape Artist 3 +4 +7
Forgery 4 +1 +5
Gather Information 5 +1 +2 +8
Handle Animal X +X +X
Heal X +X +X
Hide 4 +4 +8
Intimidate 0 +5 +2 +7
Jump X +X +X
Knowledge (Local) 5 +1 +6
Listen 3 +4 +7
Move Silently 4 +4 +8
Open Lock 2 +4 +2 +8
Perform X +X +X
Profession X +X +X
Ride X +X +X
Search 2 +1 +3
Sense Motive 7 +4 +11
Sleight Of Hand 2 +4 +2 +8
Speak Language X +X +X
Spellcraft X +X +X
Spot 0 +4 +4
Survival X +X +X
Swim X +X +X
Tumble 4 +4 +8
Use Magic Device X +X +X
Use Rope X +X +X
[B]Equipment: Cost Weight[/B]
Assorted jewelery 250gp
Three books (scriptures?)
2 Short Swords +1 (Spite and Malice) 5,775gp
Mithril Chain shirt +2* 4,818gp
Hat of disguise 2,250gp
5 Daggers 100gp
Masterwork Theives Tools 1,000gp
Holy Symbol of Circe (Silver) For emergency use only 250gp
*Special Item
[B]Total Weight:[/B]XXlb [B]Money:[/B] 557gp 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] Fair[/sblock]
Rystil Arden
First Post
Liberation is from the SRD, so that works for me. As to HP rolls, looks like you're having unleashed's typical luck.Fenris said:Rystil,
OK Lar is done. I took the Liberation Domain, is that acceptable? Seemed to fit for a Heretic. Also I wasn;t sure of the lanaguage on Circe, I put done Putal, but couldn't find it on the master list.
Hit points:
http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=953944
Wow, I'm doing great on these
Lar
[sblock=Updated Lar Background]
Everyone is always happy and bathes in the joyous light of Circe on Sancirce. That is the image projected by the Church. And for the most part that is true, fo those who wish to live within such a structured society, 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. 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, but it was enough to provide a comfortable life.
His father was a devoted man, and quite wise. His mother was the sweetest woman you could want, but not always quick in wits. Yet Ulmia held a higher rank in the Church than Nunron, this was always something that irked Lar as a young boy. His father had taught him to rely upon Circe and himself. And yet, his father was more capable than his mother, but his mother was put in the higher rank because she was a woman. As a young man, Lar accepted this since Circe was a woman, but as he grew older, this rankled within him. Why would the blessed and good Circe created a situation where half of her devoted could not serve to their full potential
Now Nunron and Ulmia, Lar’s parents, were Circe faithful. How could you not be on Sancrice. But they 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 worked 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 were 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.
Lar grew bored with his situation. He had all he needed of course, yet there was some small voice inside him, some seed, that pushed him to want more, to do more. Maybe it was greed that he didn’t have all the luxuries that other did. Perhaps it was sloth since he was bored and a bit lazy. In any case Lar started stealing. Small things, little luxuries like nice book for his father or a necklace for his mother. His compounded his sins by lying and telling his parents that he was working a side job (well he was). But these things made his parents so happy, how could Circe think making people happy was wrong?
It was the death of his mother that truly began Lars path towards disbelief. Ulmia worked 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. She could have his mother all eternity, what would it have matter if Lar had gotten to have a mother for a few dozen more years. The seed that was planed long ago was given fresh impetus to grow. Unfair, selfish, cruel, these were the words that began to circulate in Lar’s head about Circe. These thoughts lead to bitter anger, and rage at the injustice of life under Circe. Circe became less of the beneficent mother and more of the petty shrew.
This started the time when Lar started stealing in earnest. 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 tried to entice his father with gifts of beautiful books, but Nunron was in his won world now.
In a world with Champions, Zeaolts and Inquisitors walking the streets, a thief, even a crafty and sneaky one, 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.
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 an emerald 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 things 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. 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 so much. But prison had not reformed Lar, it had only honed his skills. Lar returned to tealing within a week of being released. He had considered going straight, for about a minute. Why kill himself slaving away for the Shrew Circe when she wouldn’t reward him properly, merely because he lacked breasts!
One night Lar broke into some old scholar’s house. Lar has picked up his father’s reading habits, and still sought our books for knowledge as much as value. Within the old womans house, Lar found a few pretty baubles that caught his eye and a few old leather bound volumes that drew him closer for some reason. He quickly packed up the three volumes and made his way back home.
Once home, Lar examined his loot. The jewelry was decent, nothing spectacular, but the books held Lars attention. They were old books, older than any he had seen before. They spoke of exercises and training to improve oneself. This was right up Lars alley. He had always been keen to pick up a new skill or piece of knowledge. Scanning through the books though, there was no mention of Circe. Many of these books were how to serve Circe better. But this book was simply about improving the self. It made no mention of Circe good or ill.
The books and exercises intrigued him. And he started doing them. He really wasn’t sure what some of these strange things did. He didn’t feel any different in doing them. But he enjoyed reading the books and it kept his mind focused away from Circe. The rage was there but it became suppressed while he did these exercises. He found he wasn’t quite so angry after doing them. Which made going out a lot easier as an angry Sacra stood out like a sore thumb. He found that everything the priestess said Circe would grant to the faithful, he could get out of the book. He didn’t need Circe for anything! The day of that realization was a great one for Lar, and he walked around for a week with a broad smile. Heck he didn’t even steal anything for a month!
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 sworn 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 books. 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 Lar.
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 they 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 books to calm down. Re-focused, he found that when he opened his eyes, his fingers were whole, and he cursed Circe again for her lies then. His fingers 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, his nest egg and his now most prized possessions the three leather bound books, 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 stealing immediately, it was what he knew and had never learned a trade to make an honest living. 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. The power in those books was his to use and he did. After some time, and lots of practice he learned som measure of control over his newly found power. Those books held they key, but who wrote them and for what purpose.
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.
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[sblock=Character]
Tentative
Appearance: A short man, with a shaved head.Code:[B]Name:[/B] Lar [B]Class:[/B] Heretic [B]Race:[/B] Sacra [B]Size:[/B] Medium [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Alignment:[/B] Neutral [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] +3 [B]HP:[/B] 29 (5d8+5) [B]Con:[/B] 13 +1 (XXp.) [B]Grapple:[/B] +3 [B]Dmg Red:[/B] XX/XXXX [B]Int:[/B] 12 +1 (XXp.) [B]Speed:[/B] 30' [B]Spell Res:[/B] XX [B]Wis:[/B] 18 +4 (XXp.) [B]Init:[/B] +4 [B]Spell Save:[/B] +X [B]Cha:[/B] 20 +5 (XXp.) [B]ACP:[/B] -0 [B]Spell Fail:[/B] XX% [B]Base Armor Shld Dex Size Nat Misc Total[/B] [B]Armor:[/B] 10 +6 +X +4 +X +X +X 20 [B]Touch:[/B] 14 [B]Flatfooted:[/B] 16 [B]Base Mod Misc Total[/B] [B]Fort:[/B] 4 +1 +5 [B]Ref:[/B] 4 +4 +8 [B]Will:[/B] 4 +4 +8 [B]Weapon Attack Damage Critical[/B] Short sword +1 +8 1d6+1 19-20x2 TWF SS +6/+6 1d6+1 19-20x2 Dagger (thrown) +7 1d4 19-20x2 [B]Languages:[/B] Putal, Eldish [B]Abilities:[/B] Circe's Boon: All Sacra have access to a clerical domain of their choice granted by Circe. They can use the domain power and can cast the spells as domain spells. Even Sacra peasants and other nonspellcasters can cast the spells from their chosen domain once per day per each (if they have enough Wisdom and enough HD that they would be able to cast them if they were a cleric) as spell-like abilities. Circe's Love: Each day when praying to Circe in her daily prayers, a Sacra may select to receive a +1 divine bonus to either attack rolls, armour class, or saving throws for 24 hours. Sneak Attack +3d6 Slippery Mind Uncanny Dodge Evasion Trapfinding Emulate the Divine: In an eight-hour ritual, a Heretic can change her domains to a set of two coherent domains (so not Good and Evil at the same time, for instance) for their attempted impersonation. If attempting to impersonate a class that casts like a Druid, the Heretic loses access to the Cleric spell list and domains but gains access to the Druid spell list. In this case, the extra domain spells per day are lost. The Heretic must choose an alignment (which can be any alignment of her choice, without regard to her actual alignment), and she can't cast any spells opposed to the alignment she chooses. Turn/Rebuke Mimicry: The Heretic gains 3 + Charisma Bonus Turn or Rebuke attempts, but the checks automatically fail. When she gains Emulate Aura, if she chooses a Good aura, the Turn attempts can succeed, and if she chooses an Evil aura, the Rebuke attempts can succeed, both by virtue of incredible mimicry granting the ability to channel divine energies. However, she still cannot destroy or command undead in this way. Emulate Aura: For the purposes of Divination spells, your Aura is the same as the alignment you select when using Emulate the Divine, much as if you were a Cleric of a Deity with the alignment you selected. [B]Spells:[/B] Domains: Liberation, Trickery, Luck 5/5+1/3+1/2+1 [B]Feats:[/B] Proficient with Rogue weapons, Light Armour, and Shields, Two-weapon fighting, Weapon Finesse [B]Skill Points:[/B] 72 [B]Max Ranks:[/B] 8/4 [B]Skills Ranks Mod Misc Total[/B] Appraise 5 +1 +6 Balance X +X +X Bluff 8 +5 +13 Climb X +X +X Concentration X +X +X Craft X +X +X Decipher Script 4 +1 +5 Diplomacy 3 +5 +4 +12 Disable Device 5 +1 +2 +8 Disguise 8 +5 +2 +15 Escape Artist 3 +4 +7 Forgery 4 +1 +5 Gather Information 5 +1 +2 +8 Handle Animal X +X +X Heal X +X +X Hide 4 +4 +8 Intimidate 0 +5 +2 +7 Jump X +X +X Knowledge (Local) 5 +1 +6 Listen 3 +4 +7 Move Silently 4 +4 +8 Open Lock 2 +4 +2 +8 Perform X +X +X Profession X +X +X Ride X +X +X Search 2 +1 +3 Sense Motive 7 +4 +11 Sleight Of Hand 2 +4 +2 +8 Speak Language X +X +X Spellcraft X +X +X Spot 0 +4 +4 Survival X +X +X Swim X +X +X Tumble 4 +4 +8 Use Magic Device X +X +X Use Rope X +X +X [B]Equipment: Cost Weight[/B] Assorted jewelery 250gp Three books (scriptures?) 2 Short Swords +1 (Spite and Malice) 5,775gp Mithril Chain shirt +2* 4,818gp Hat of disguise 2,250gp 5 Daggers 100gp Masterwork Theives Tools 1,000gp Holy Symbol of Circe (Silver) For emergency use only 250gp *Special Item [B]Total Weight:[/B]XXlb [B]Money:[/B] 557gp 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] Fair
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Hmmm...okay, so we don't actually have that many submissions. I have an idea for an interesting recruiting final cutoff--I'm going to send all the finished characters into the world and have the current PCs pick three or so crewmates through RP (so everyone gets to play a little bit at least).
Fenris, I think both Lar and Else would work, but let's only send one to the final recruitment step and save the other for Destiny's Tears. Which would you prefer for SoM? It seems like Else would be better for DT.
Rystil Arden
First Post
Fenris
Adventurer
Rystil Arden said:
You know Rystil, this was harder than it looked, at least for Lar. Being a cautious and secretive person in order to survive, I had a hard time justifying why and how he could "sell" himself to an employer he knew very little about. Vague phrases and innuendo had to suffice here. A fun challenge
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