Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
Doesn't change the fact that you killed him quick.
On your bio, could you include a few people Atram knows? Contacts, friends, maybe enemies. Gives me some options if I want to throw in side quests and subplots and such. Feel free to make some city-states for your contacts to live if you want. Makes my life a little easier.
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
Ok then I'll get on the sheet sometime during the next few days and have it ready before weekend.
I am not liking the idea of mixing Monk and Barb... its just too distant opposites, besides this guy will be spartan glory in execution if not in personality (Just need to get hold of my books, because i need to make sure of the wordings in the Rage Enhancing Feats or else the crunch goes to hell :p).
Any particular Weapon you loathe or want to not see at all? I am partial to a Scythe right now for some odd reason, but i could go with a flachion or some other two handed weapon of funny... maybe even a glaive... wouldn't that be a fun build?
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Hey, just poking back in to say that I haven't forgotten about this. What with the convention I was at all weekend, the flooding in Tennessee, and finally finishing exams week, I've been busy as hell.
I am not liking the idea of mixing Monk and Barb... its just too distant opposites.
It might seem so from the viewpoint of looking at the class descriptions, but I believe a lot of martial arts have techniques for increasing one's physical capacity for a period of time at the cost of exhaustion later on.
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The Sage is occupied with the unspoken
and acts without effort.
Teaching without verbosity,
producing without possessing,
creating without regard to result,
claiming nothing,
the Sage has nothing to lose.
Any particular Weapon you loathe or want to not see at all? I am partial to a Scythe right now for some odd reason, but i could go with a flachion or some other two handed weapon of funny... maybe even a glaive... wouldn't that be a fun build?
Any weapon you want. Seeing a Barbarian going crazy and cleaving his way through a battlefield with a scythe would be awesome. And scary. And awesome.
Hey, just poking back in to say that I haven't forgotten about this. What with the convention I was at all weekend, the flooding in Tennessee, and finally finishing exams week, I've been busy as hell.
No problem. I'm still searching for my notes on the game anyway. They've vanished somewhere. Just hoping the puppy didn't eat them.
NINJA EDIT: Oooooh, cool. I just noticed I'm all WPL'y now.
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
need feats and items, problem is all my stuff is in another Hard Disk so i can't really look for the Barbarian Feats, anyone has Races of Stone/C.Warrior around? I think Reckless Rage is the one the improves the bonuses by +2 and adds a -1 to AC right? second feat i think ill go with Power Attack...
Now to look at the SRD for weapons, armors and all that jazz... standard munney for level 5 is how much again?
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That is not dead which can eternal lie. And with strange eons even death may die.
need feats and items, problem is all my stuff is in another Hard Disk so i can't really look for the Barbarian Feats, anyone has Races of Stone/C.Warrior around? I think Reckless Rage is the one the improves the bonuses by +2 and adds a -1 to AC right? second feat i think ill go with Power Attack...
Races of Stone is correct.
Reckless Rage works as you said, but the AC penalty is actually -2, not -1.
If you want some suggestions on feats, Righteous Rage, Extra Rage, and Extend Rage are all good choices.
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
Hey hey, sorry I haven't been around. Busy busy 2 weeks, what with an anime convention, flooding, finals week, and hunting for work. Plus my computer's power supply went kaput.
Caex, feel free to poke me to get the character built. I might forget.
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
Hey Caex sorry, i have been putting this off for a while, im gonna get it done today in a while and start with the Bio... gonna go with plain barbarian Righteous Wrath to make sure i dont Murderize anyone
Question, Does the effect of Righteous Wrath apply to the Frenzy of a Frenzied Berserker? I can make it work regardless but It would be nice to know since it would definitely alter my rp'ing.
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That is not dead which can eternal lie. And with strange eons even death may die.
Question, Does the effect of Righteous Wrath apply to the Frenzy of a Frenzied Berserker? I can make it work regardless but It would be nice to know since it would definitely alter my rp'ing.
It doesn't specifically say it applies to Frenzy. But I'd rather you not murder the whole party either...
We could always invent a new feat called Righteous Frenzy. Basically the same as Wrighteous Wrath but for FBs.
Or we can just make Righteous Wrath apply to Frenzy. Either way.
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
Well it works for me regardless, basically a Rage would be my characters anger while still in a controlled state (think the Thing), while Frenzy would be Mindless Hulk rage
If it applies it just becomes the Planet Hulk type Hulk instead of the mindless one
Gonna write up the Bio and stuff soonish, im dealing with colds right now so i feel like crap.
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That is not dead which can eternal lie. And with strange eons even death may die.
Oh I know the alignment isn't good. That's been approved by Caex for storyline plans.
"My name is Reynard. Reynard Silverspear. In certain areas, that name will turn heads. However, that name truly belongs to my father, for he is the one that forged it into the legend it became. I am merely his junior, his successor, his offspring. You see, my father was a hero in the Tevinter army. He was the youngest man in history to achieve the rank of general, and he was rewarded handsomely for his exploits. He retired early after a combat injury left his right leg crushed and crippled.
Still, my father earned his fame and found a way to serve the crown by opening the Silverspear Smithy. There, he produces countless rank and file soldiers with arms and armaments better than he ever had as a soldier. His work was superb, and you would be hard-pressed to find an officer in the Tevinter army that does not have a spearhead insignia at the base of their weapon's pommel.
I digress, his exploits are not my own, I was simply blessed with his name, and, dare I say it, his dashing good looks.
*Ahem*
Like most children, I remember little from my early life. One day in particular stands out to me, though, and that was the day my father died. My parents had recently discovered they would be having another child, and the news spread like wildfire. We had received a royal welcome to the Tevinter king's castle for a feast in celebration of the whole affair. the main thing I cared about back then was that I got presents.
We were on the way to the castle when it happened. I don't remember too many details, for I was playing with the dagger my father had made me. It was fashioned form the very spear he used during his time in the army.
By the time I realized we were in danger, my father already had three arrows buried in his chest with more flying through the air. My father fell quickly, and my mother and I were quickly detained. I never saw what happened to mother, but I know I was hit by something from behind. I was quickly out cold.
I awoke in dark, damp, circular prison. I couldn't stand up right, for the ceiling was low. rats and other vermin skittered in and out of the area I was trapped in, and I was very cold. I called out for my mother several times, but she never answered. When I began to sob, a man covered in a rust-red and black cloak with a skull-like mask appeared before me. he tossed in a soggy pile of bread and some unidentifiable mush before leaving me alone again.
I later learned I was there for months, existing on whatever the strange men gave me, and spoke to no one. Then, one day, I heard my mother's voice. Several cloaked figures dragged her, crying and screaming, into the room. She kept repeating, over and over. 'I won't let you! I won't let you take my baby! You already took my son!'
I called out to her, but she either couldn't hear me, or simply refused to believe her ears. They dragged her to a strange-looking and stained stone table and laid her upon it. She was quickly shacked to the table, and was left completely defenseless. By this pint, I was screaming for her and kicking the bars and the walls around me, completely and frantically trying to get to her. When one of the man produced a long, curving dagger, I was completely beside myself.
They walked over to my mom, and raised the dagger above her. I turned and cried as my mother screamed in pain. I did everything I could to block out the sound of her screams, but there was no way to mask them completely. Eventually, her cries stopped, and new ones began. Going against all logic, I looked, and for the only time in my life, I saw my sister, held in the air by a blood-soaked cultist.
That night, I finally found the strength to escape. With all of the thrashing I did on the bars, it wasn't much effort to pry them loose. When I succeeded, I ran. I ran without direction and without purpose, but before long, I had found a distant light in the darkened halls. When I reached it, I jumped, eager to rid my life of the horrors that lived in those sewers. I saw the moon for the first time in moths before splashing into the freezing cold waters of the Tevinter harbor.
I swam to the docks, and I was quickly found by the city guard. I told them my parents were killed, and they whisked me away to the local orphanage, the Lion's Den Orphanage is misleading, however, for it is more akin to a military training camp for kids without people to claim them. No one comes by to pick out a child, we had all already been adopted by the army.
I hated it there. No one would listen to me tell of my family's demise, no one would even recognize me as young Reynard. My hair had grown considerably since anyone had seen me last, and like growing boys do, I was much taller than I once was.
I spent some time there alone, training with the very weapons I father once forged. I refused to end up like him, though, and I constantly rebelled against the orders I was given. I was always looking for a way to either make trouble or escape.
That was when I met Iviss and Virgil. Iviss was a short creature, very shady and quiet. Sometimes, I would swear that she wasn't there when I turned my eyes away from her. Virgil was Iviss's opposite. He was a dwarf of a peculiar nature. He enjoyed dancing, singing, and generally just talking. They made a great team, and I quickly found my own niche with them.
We grew older in the den, sharpening our skills and talents. We always yearned to get out, though, and not by being drafted into the army. Failed attempt after failed attempt only served to sharpen our drive and desire to leave the den. Our chance finally came when the older kids were taken away to the real military schools. We found a wagon that we crawled under and held on to the support planks for dear life. When we'd gotten a good distance away from the orphanage, we ditched the wagon and ran into the streets.
This is where I consider my life to have began. We became free spirits, coming up with creative ways to procure a hot meal and a warm bed. We ditched our old names, which was an idea of Virgil's. Iviss became 'Owl,' for she was silent until her talons were already in your back; Virgil became 'Lark,' for his song was enchanting and breathtaking; and I became 'Hawk,' for I never let my prey leave my sight.
Our favorite trick involved Virgil lulling a tavern full of drunks while Iviss crept threw the shadows and looted their pockets. My job was to always watch for guards, or to convince a would-be hero from acting like a fool.
Life was carefree for Owl and Lark, but I quickly found the sewers weighing on my soul. I could not live with what had happened. So, I started seeking connections within the city, and obtained information about individuals that would hurt another. I began targeting them, especially those that would harm a child or its mother. It was a twisted sense of justice, sure, but I figured my actions would bring me closer to my family's killers.
Naturally, my decisions were not popular. Though my friends supported my efforts, the city guard began trying to corner me in the back alleys of the city. None tried to find me with greater earnest than Sir Percival, the newest Knight-Commander of the city guard. He told the nobles he would 'Write his name in the blood of the Flock.'
He was an idiot.
Still, I didn't make life easy for myself. Eventually, I discovered a man that had used his position as a member of the king's court to cover up forcing himself upon peasant women. I made it clear he would be my next target, effectively provoking Percival to make a move.
Percival himself stood as the politician's body guard, night and day. I almost gave up, but I knew one thing they didn't, how to turn Tevinter to one's advantage. I watched the politician like my namesake, and quickly learned his schedule. He was a vile man, and when he wasn't raping women, he'd pay for them at a local brothel. it was that brothel that I decided to make my move.
I perched myself atop the neighboring building, and watched the rooms for the politician. Finally, one night, he appeared in a room within reach. I walked to the other side of the roof I was on, ran full-speed, and jumped. With my hands outstretched, I managed to reach the top of the window seal. With the momentum behind me, I flipped into the room, drawing my swords as I flew, and landed, blades-first, on the bastard's back.
Percival advanced instantly, but I flicked the blood on my blades into his eyes. The few moments of breathing room that gave me was all I needed to jump from the window that I came in, roll on the streets to avoid a terrible impact, and then dart away as fast as my feet would take me.
The next few days were hell. Percival did not take his failure well, and sent the entire guard on a witch hunt through the city to find me. I knew then that my continued presence would only endanger myself and my friends, so I had to get away. I bid my friends, no, my family, farewell and I once again made my way to the docks of Tevinter. There, I found a supply ship destined for another land for some problem with goblins. I didn't ask too many questions. I simply agreed to help on the ship and work off my passage when I got to the new location. Anything was fine with me, as long as I got the hell out of Tevinter."
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
Quick, someone tell me useful things I can buy for 1,400 gp! :<
Cloak of Resistance +1.
Uh... Other stuff?
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On the other hand... I still remember Threstan's death. Was it page 2 or 3?
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On your bio, could you include a few people Atram knows? Contacts, friends, maybe enemies. Gives me some options if I want to throw in side quests and subplots and such. Feel free to make some city-states for your contacts to live if you want. Makes my life a little easier.
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Ok, can do with the bio extension. Especially enemies, seems to have many of those. :x
I am not liking the idea of mixing Monk and Barb... its just too distant opposites, besides this guy will be spartan glory in execution if not in personality (Just need to get hold of my books, because i need to make sure of the wordings in the Rage Enhancing Feats or else the crunch goes to hell :p).
Any particular Weapon you loathe or want to not see at all? I am partial to a Scythe right now for some odd reason, but i could go with a flachion or some other two handed weapon of funny... maybe even a glaive... wouldn't that be a fun build?
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It might seem so from the viewpoint of looking at the class descriptions, but I believe a lot of martial arts have techniques for increasing one's physical capacity for a period of time at the cost of exhaustion later on.
and acts without effort.
Teaching without verbosity,
producing without possessing,
creating without regard to result,
claiming nothing,
the Sage has nothing to lose.
Any weapon you want. Seeing a Barbarian going crazy and cleaving his way through a battlefield with a scythe would be awesome. And scary. And awesome.
No problem. I'm still searching for my notes on the game anyway. They've vanished somewhere. Just hoping the puppy didn't eat them.
NINJA EDIT: Oooooh, cool. I just noticed I'm all WPL'y now.
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This can start once Alacar and Sep finish up.
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Now to look at the SRD for weapons, armors and all that jazz... standard munney for level 5 is how much again?
Races of Stone is correct.
Reckless Rage works as you said, but the AC penalty is actually -2, not -1.
If you want some suggestions on feats, Righteous Rage, Extra Rage, and Extend Rage are all good choices.
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Caex, feel free to poke me to get the character built. I might forget.
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Also, Alacar, I noticed your character is Lawful Neutral. Please refer to this post:
It's pretty vital to the whole aspect of this game that everyone is good-aligned.
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Question, Does the effect of Righteous Wrath apply to the Frenzy of a Frenzied Berserker? I can make it work regardless but It would be nice to know since it would definitely alter my rp'ing.
It doesn't specifically say it applies to Frenzy. But I'd rather you not murder the whole party either...
We could always invent a new feat called Righteous Frenzy. Basically the same as Wrighteous Wrath but for FBs.
Or we can just make Righteous Wrath apply to Frenzy. Either way.
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If it applies it just becomes the Planet Hulk type Hulk instead of the mindless one
Gonna write up the Bio and stuff soonish, im dealing with colds right now so i feel like crap.
Character sheet here.
Oh I know the alignment isn't good. That's been approved by Caex for storyline plans.
Still, my father earned his fame and found a way to serve the crown by opening the Silverspear Smithy. There, he produces countless rank and file soldiers with arms and armaments better than he ever had as a soldier. His work was superb, and you would be hard-pressed to find an officer in the Tevinter army that does not have a spearhead insignia at the base of their weapon's pommel.
I digress, his exploits are not my own, I was simply blessed with his name, and, dare I say it, his dashing good looks.
*Ahem*
Like most children, I remember little from my early life. One day in particular stands out to me, though, and that was the day my father died. My parents had recently discovered they would be having another child, and the news spread like wildfire. We had received a royal welcome to the Tevinter king's castle for a feast in celebration of the whole affair. the main thing I cared about back then was that I got presents.
We were on the way to the castle when it happened. I don't remember too many details, for I was playing with the dagger my father had made me. It was fashioned form the very spear he used during his time in the army.
By the time I realized we were in danger, my father already had three arrows buried in his chest with more flying through the air. My father fell quickly, and my mother and I were quickly detained. I never saw what happened to mother, but I know I was hit by something from behind. I was quickly out cold.
I awoke in dark, damp, circular prison. I couldn't stand up right, for the ceiling was low. rats and other vermin skittered in and out of the area I was trapped in, and I was very cold. I called out for my mother several times, but she never answered. When I began to sob, a man covered in a rust-red and black cloak with a skull-like mask appeared before me. he tossed in a soggy pile of bread and some unidentifiable mush before leaving me alone again.
I later learned I was there for months, existing on whatever the strange men gave me, and spoke to no one. Then, one day, I heard my mother's voice. Several cloaked figures dragged her, crying and screaming, into the room. She kept repeating, over and over. 'I won't let you! I won't let you take my baby! You already took my son!'
I called out to her, but she either couldn't hear me, or simply refused to believe her ears. They dragged her to a strange-looking and stained stone table and laid her upon it. She was quickly shacked to the table, and was left completely defenseless. By this pint, I was screaming for her and kicking the bars and the walls around me, completely and frantically trying to get to her. When one of the man produced a long, curving dagger, I was completely beside myself.
They walked over to my mom, and raised the dagger above her. I turned and cried as my mother screamed in pain. I did everything I could to block out the sound of her screams, but there was no way to mask them completely. Eventually, her cries stopped, and new ones began. Going against all logic, I looked, and for the only time in my life, I saw my sister, held in the air by a blood-soaked cultist.
That night, I finally found the strength to escape. With all of the thrashing I did on the bars, it wasn't much effort to pry them loose. When I succeeded, I ran. I ran without direction and without purpose, but before long, I had found a distant light in the darkened halls. When I reached it, I jumped, eager to rid my life of the horrors that lived in those sewers. I saw the moon for the first time in moths before splashing into the freezing cold waters of the Tevinter harbor.
I swam to the docks, and I was quickly found by the city guard. I told them my parents were killed, and they whisked me away to the local orphanage, the Lion's Den Orphanage is misleading, however, for it is more akin to a military training camp for kids without people to claim them. No one comes by to pick out a child, we had all already been adopted by the army.
I hated it there. No one would listen to me tell of my family's demise, no one would even recognize me as young Reynard. My hair had grown considerably since anyone had seen me last, and like growing boys do, I was much taller than I once was.
I spent some time there alone, training with the very weapons I father once forged. I refused to end up like him, though, and I constantly rebelled against the orders I was given. I was always looking for a way to either make trouble or escape.
That was when I met Iviss and Virgil. Iviss was a short creature, very shady and quiet. Sometimes, I would swear that she wasn't there when I turned my eyes away from her. Virgil was Iviss's opposite. He was a dwarf of a peculiar nature. He enjoyed dancing, singing, and generally just talking. They made a great team, and I quickly found my own niche with them.
We grew older in the den, sharpening our skills and talents. We always yearned to get out, though, and not by being drafted into the army. Failed attempt after failed attempt only served to sharpen our drive and desire to leave the den. Our chance finally came when the older kids were taken away to the real military schools. We found a wagon that we crawled under and held on to the support planks for dear life. When we'd gotten a good distance away from the orphanage, we ditched the wagon and ran into the streets.
This is where I consider my life to have began. We became free spirits, coming up with creative ways to procure a hot meal and a warm bed. We ditched our old names, which was an idea of Virgil's. Iviss became 'Owl,' for she was silent until her talons were already in your back; Virgil became 'Lark,' for his song was enchanting and breathtaking; and I became 'Hawk,' for I never let my prey leave my sight.
Our favorite trick involved Virgil lulling a tavern full of drunks while Iviss crept threw the shadows and looted their pockets. My job was to always watch for guards, or to convince a would-be hero from acting like a fool.
Life was carefree for Owl and Lark, but I quickly found the sewers weighing on my soul. I could not live with what had happened. So, I started seeking connections within the city, and obtained information about individuals that would hurt another. I began targeting them, especially those that would harm a child or its mother. It was a twisted sense of justice, sure, but I figured my actions would bring me closer to my family's killers.
Naturally, my decisions were not popular. Though my friends supported my efforts, the city guard began trying to corner me in the back alleys of the city. None tried to find me with greater earnest than Sir Percival, the newest Knight-Commander of the city guard. He told the nobles he would 'Write his name in the blood of the Flock.'
He was an idiot.
Still, I didn't make life easy for myself. Eventually, I discovered a man that had used his position as a member of the king's court to cover up forcing himself upon peasant women. I made it clear he would be my next target, effectively provoking Percival to make a move.
Percival himself stood as the politician's body guard, night and day. I almost gave up, but I knew one thing they didn't, how to turn Tevinter to one's advantage. I watched the politician like my namesake, and quickly learned his schedule. He was a vile man, and when he wasn't raping women, he'd pay for them at a local brothel. it was that brothel that I decided to make my move.
I perched myself atop the neighboring building, and watched the rooms for the politician. Finally, one night, he appeared in a room within reach. I walked to the other side of the roof I was on, ran full-speed, and jumped. With my hands outstretched, I managed to reach the top of the window seal. With the momentum behind me, I flipped into the room, drawing my swords as I flew, and landed, blades-first, on the bastard's back.
Percival advanced instantly, but I flicked the blood on my blades into his eyes. The few moments of breathing room that gave me was all I needed to jump from the window that I came in, roll on the streets to avoid a terrible impact, and then dart away as fast as my feet would take me.
The next few days were hell. Percival did not take his failure well, and sent the entire guard on a witch hunt through the city to find me. I knew then that my continued presence would only endanger myself and my friends, so I had to get away. I bid my friends, no, my family, farewell and I once again made my way to the docks of Tevinter. There, I found a supply ship destined for another land for some problem with goblins. I didn't ask too many questions. I simply agreed to help on the ship and work off my passage when I got to the new location. Anything was fine with me, as long as I got the hell out of Tevinter."
edit: Everything's done except bio and gear.
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Oh, it's on the shopping list. However, I wanted to Dervish early (like next level) and to do that, you have to make a significant feat investment.
I need that, Improved Two-Weapon Fighting, Deadly Defence, and Improved Critical (Scimitar).