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[Saratek]

Spektor Shadar-Kai Deathknight Character Sheet Name: Spektor Race: Shadar-Kai Class(es), and subclass(es): Paladin (Oathbreaker)/Warlock(Hexblade) "Deathknight"   At a distance, some might assume the Shadar-Kai just an average elf, albeit a bit pale. Upon closer examination, the telltale signs of something different, something darker could be seen. While Spektor looks quite youthful for an elf, adding a measure of almost intimidating handsomeness to his already forceful personality, he can only claim that to be a side effect of the realm in which he now lives. Clad in blackened armor and wielding a sword that had also undergone the same treatment, the warrior often causes those to think he's a dark spirit come to drag them to the Nine Hells. Long, thin, unkempt, white locks cascade over his shoulders and flair out when he wildly swings his sword in dexterous flourishes. But, mostly, it's the eyes that most remark on. There is a darkness in them that even the most psychotic of killers recall from. While many have seen death and display the aftereffects of such terror, Spektor's gaze carries with it a timeless existence surrounded in it, as if with just a look he could steal your soul.   A child of the Shadowfell, Shadar-Kai are given names as with most children, but upon reaching adulthood and vowing an oath to the Raven Queen, a new name is bestowed upon them: one meant to strike fear in those that are reluctant to accept the terms of their death. Granted the name 'Spektor', the devoted warrior served at his goddess's behest. Young and naive, at first he was but another subject surviving in the Shadowfell, but as he grew into his strength and power, there became another purpose for him. Colloquially called something akin to a "Collector" in the common tongue, Spektor was tasked with searching out and finding those that the Raven Queen wished to test, with the desire being the memories of the individual. Very few could resist the man's efforts, and even fewer succeeded in keeping their souls from forever being trapped in the Queen's Fortress. After the first fifty or so, as the bounties became more dangerous, Spektor was granted an audience with an entity that would grant him the tools he needed. A Pact was made, whether it was actually the Shadar-Kai's choice or a reflection of his devotion could be questioned. Pulled between his devotion to his goddess and the entity that allowed him to wield the powers of the Shadowfell in a way few Shadar-Kai could claim, Spektor would continue to serve, ever-growing his name within his home realm, but also gaining notoriety in the Material. Tales of him were told as warnings to children and adults alike. While many would claim to have encountered the warrior, very few that actually came face to face with the 'Collector' ever returned to their homes to share the tale. But, as is common with the Shadar-Kai, especially those that begin to make a name for themselves, the desire to grow their legend is ever-present. Even though his devotion never wavered, Spektor knew he'd outgrown his station. It was not an easy choice to defy his goddess's wishes, but making the journey back to the land of the truly living, the former 'Collector' wished to have his name being the last on the lips of all those that passed through the Shadowfell. Despite the 'Ends', Spektor had never been one that went to as extreme when it came to the 'Means' of his previous tasks. While 'Executioner' or 'Bonded Knight' might have been the easy option, the warrior had always enjoyed the thrill of the hunt. While the concept of coin had to be slowly gained, tracking down and bringing in those turned out to be a lucrative venture, showing the man that there was much more to life than just serving and surviving. Drink, gambling, luxury accommodations, women, men; if there was a vice, he both gave into it and tried to get as much enjoyment as he could. Life was brighter, but that didn't blind him to the darkness that still roamed the Material. While his membership to the 'Adventurer's Guild' may have only existed to further the number of his potential contacts, when a messenger was sent and he was actually called upon, Spektor knew that, if he wanted to maintain this valuable resource, he'd have to answer the call. Arriving at the nearest chapter, the task asked of him was not one that the bounty hunter normally would take part in. But times were different. This…scourge was different. Something within him told him something was amiss in Knotside; that he must go…   Actions Concentration:   Emily, Level 10 Shadar-Kai 6th Level Oathbreaker PaladinDeath Paladin/4th Level Hexblade WarlockHexblade HP: 90/90, AC: 19 (Reduces Critical Hits Received to Normal HitsAdamantine Full Plate) Initiative: +0, Speed: 30ft Senses: Darkvision 60 Ft; Ignores (Magical) DarknessDevil's Sight 120 Ft; Passive Perception/Insight 13 Saving Throws Str +7, Dex +5, Con +8, Int +4, prof-Wis +8, prof-Cha +14 Abilities: Str 15, Dex 10, Con 16, Int 8, Wis 8, Cha 20 Conditions: Advantage vs. CharmedFey Ancestry; Necrotic Resistance; 2d8 Radiant Damage on Melee hit for Spell Slot, +1d8 for each spell level above 1st.Divine Smite; Immune to DiseaseDivine Health; Control Undead, Dreadful Aspect; Resets on Short RestChannel Divinity; Extra Attack; +5 to Saves, Death Saves, and Concentration Checks for Self and Friendlies within 10 Ft. while ConsciousAura of Protection; Warlock Spellcasting Focus, +1 Attack and Damage, Considered Magical for DR and Nonmagical ImmunityImproved Pact Weapon; Immune to DiseaseDivine Health; Temp: Special Abilities: Bonus Action 30 Ft Teleport - DR until Start of Next Turn.Blessing of the Raven Queen 4/4; Divine Sense 6/6; Lay on Hands 30 HP; Cursed Target: +4 to Damage Rolls, Critical Range 19-20, Regain 9 Hit Points upon Death; Resets on Short Rest Hexblade's Curse Spellcasting: DC 17; Spell Attack +9; Paladin: 4/4-1st, 2/2-2nd; Pact Magic: 2/2-2nd Cantrips: Eldritch Blast, Mind Sliver, Sword Burst Oath Spells: Hellish Rebuke, Inflict Wounds; Crown of Madness, Darkness Known Spells: Armor of Agathys, Hex; Blur, Invisibility, Shatter Spells Prepared: Compelled Duel, Divine Favor, Protection from Evil & Good, Shield of Faith, Thunderous Smite, Wraithful Smite; Lesser Restoration, Warding Bond Notes: 25gp   Horse (Find Steed - Warhorse Skeleton) Large Fiend(Undead); Lawful Neutral(Evil) AC: 13 (Barding) - HP: 22 (3d10 HD) - Speed: 60 ft Abilities: Str 18(+4); Dex 12(+1); Con 15(+2); Int 6(-2); Wis 8(-1); Cha 5(-3) Vulnerable: Bludgeoning Immune: Poison, Poisoned Condition, Exhausted Condition Senses: Darkvision 60 ft; Passive Perception 9 Languages: Understands Common; Telepathic Link with Spektor when within 1 Mile Action: Hooves Attack - Melee Weapon Attack: +6 to hit, Reach 5 feet, Single Target, 2d6+4 Bludgeoning Damage

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Basics Female Blacksmith, by thomaswievegg High Concept: the (mystical medieval) Iron Man of Beer. Name: pronounced 'yohn-tah'Yonte Karst (aka the Iron Hogshead, aka the Tun of Steel, aka the Hop-lite) (character sheet) Race Almost certainly a 'custom lineage' via Tasha's, permitting a feat.Human Gender: Woman ('tough mom' variant) Class(es), and subclass(es): Cleric (of Nature) 4 / Artificer (Armorer) 6 Appearance On the day-to-day, Yonte is wiry and lean. She has long straight dark hair, often unkempt and maintained by pulling it back out of the way of tool and fire. She frequently has a knotted look on her brow, as she ponders improvements to her gear, the shenanigans of her children, or the malfeasance of adulterators, vintners, and prohibitionists. But she knows how to cut loose and enjoy life, and after a pint or two, she will live, laugh, and love folk from any and all walks of life. When she is dispensing justice on behalf of the Nectar of the Gods, she wears head-to-toe steel armor, which glistens in cardinal red and rich gold. Magic imbues the armor, and the holy symbol of a foaming tankard glows above her heart, over the backside of both hands, and on any shields and weapons she deploys through her artifice.

Backstory (character and mine) Medieval Iron man by Anton Guffen Brief history Kingdoms get heroes. Eras get heroes. Peoples get heroes. Causes get heroes. Yet one thing is more important than all of that. One thing transcends. One thing speaks to the very soul of civilization, humanity, and life. Beer! Beer needed a hero. The gods, whatever their differences, agreed to that simple fact. The gods called upon the patrons of Nature (who bring into existence tall proud barley; pure inevitable water; grasping climbing hops; insatiable tireless yeast) to create the true universal hero. Freyr was deputized to find this hero. Freyr, god of fertility and harvest, peace and prosperity. Freyr, a total bro who will absolutely bust you upside the head while tipping a few back. Down in the earthly realms toiled a humble blacksmith, Yonte Karst. She supplied the smithy needs of town, while in her spare time making her own Home Brew and tinkering in her shed. She was a mother of three, and bore herself with a quiet nobility. She drank small beer every day at her simple family dinner table. At the weeks end, she had more than a few Imperials with the townsfolk at the public house. A true pillar of the community. One day Freyr stepped out of the great steam rising from Yonte's cooling wort. "Yonte!" he beckoned, and with one hand he blessed her forge and her shop and her brew. “Beer is a blessing above all blessings, above the very gods themselves! It must be protected, above all other things! Let not maledicts and charlatans sully its name and its intoxicating vapours, through which wisdom and romance and fellow-feeling do flow! For if beer should fail, what hope have gods and men? You are chosen, for your forthright dedication to beer, and to the community that springs therefrom.” Yonte fell to her knees at the grand vision. She shook her head, unbelieving. Me? Why me? Why am I the one to do this? I... I can't. I'm just one woman. This must be a mistake. Just then two of her young children rushed into the forge. They disregarded the heavenly vision and ran straight to Yonte, yammering mommy mommy mommy the cookie jar somehow just fell off the shelf by itself without anyone nearby we didn't even know where it was hidden and and and and the dog just **** on the rug again and I'm hungry already so I want... In an instant, Yonte stood up straight and looked the god dead in his divine (and perhaps a little soused) eyes. “I'll do it!” The god Freyr nodded knowingly. Her armor jumped off the countertop and onto her body, encasing her. It changed colors and glowed with divine power. A warm feeling of liquid courage bathed all who observed. The audience of youths whispered in unison whoooooooaaa... Freyr intoned, “When beer is endangered, we shall call upon you. The gods themselves depend on beer, um, you. They depend on YOU! This world's Bulwark of Beer. Our Hop-lite. Be strong, be prepared.” In a flash, the god was gone, as were a quarter of Yonte's barrels that had been aging on her shelf. A link or two to some posts you've made Hm, well I guess I have a lot of options here. Why don't I give one from each of my active games? One from the game I'm running which is also a one-shot: linky one (combat organization). And another that I thought was PotM-nomination worthy: linky two (bloody vengeance via internet drama). And another full of drama: linky three (selling one's soul).

Build Action block mostly complete. Need to look into further spending though.   Action block Yonte's stat block (full sheet link) HP: 73/73 | Armor Class: 21 | Saves: Str -1 ; Dex -1; Con +6; Int +9; Wis +3; Chr +1 Senses: Passive Perception 18 (+8); Passive investigation 20 (+10) | Move: 30' | Conditions: (None) Default melee: +10 to hit, 1d8+6 thunder; on successful hit, target has disadvantage on attacks against any target except for me.Thunder Gauntlet (+extra attack) | Default ranged attack: +9 to hit, 2d10 fire, 120' rangeFire Bolt Expendables:...Gauntlets are infused. As a bonus action, shed light in 60' radius. As a reaction to being hit by an attack, expend one charge. Attacker must make a DC 17 CON save or be blinded until end of attacker's next turnRadiant Weapon: 4/4 LR | Shield is infused. As a reaction to being hit by a melee attack, expend 1 charge. Attacker is pushed up to 15 feet (without save!)Repulsion Shield: 4/4 LR | As a bonus action, spend one charge. Gain 6 temporary hit points, which replace any existing temp hit points.Defensive Shield: 4/4 LR | Gain fly speed equal to walk speed, up to 4 hours per day, divided as I like.Winged boots 4/4 hrs| 1) Undead within 30' must make DC 15 WIS save or move away from me for 1 minute. 2) Every beast and plant within 30' must make DC 15 WIS save or be charmed by me for 1 minute.Channel Divinity: 1/1 SR Passives:...Feat: 1) can read lips to understand languages I can comprehend.2) +5 to passive wisdom (perception) and intelligence (investigation) checksObservant | With 10 minutes, I can turn my existing tools into any type of artisan tools.Right tool for the job | Armor is infused. +1 ACEnhanced defense | Have 6 infusions, may infuse up to 3 items at once. Gauntlets are radiant-infused. Shield is repulsion-shield. Armor is Enhanced defense. Also have infusions (not active) of: Armor of Magical Strength, Replicate Magic Item, and Mind Sharpener.Infuse item Spells Slots: 4/4 1st level | 3/3 2nd level | 3/3 3rd level | 1/1 4th level   Cleric spells Cantrip: As an action, touch a target. Give +1d4 to the target's next skill check.Guidance, Mending, As an action, touch a target. Give +1d4 to the target's next saving throw.Resistance, Thauaturgy, Make a spell attack, with +7 to hit. On success, target takes 2d6 piercing damage and is moved up to 10 feet towards me.Thorn Whip 1st level: Up to 3 targets of my choice are blessed. Gain +1d4 on attack rolls or saving throws. Upcast for extra targets.Bless, Target is healed 1d8+3 hit points. Upcast for additional d8s of healing.Cure Wounds, All food and drink in a 5' radius becomes free of poison and disease.Purify Food and Drink 2nd level: Bear: 2d6 temp HP and adv on CON saves; Bull: adv on STR saves and double carrying capacity; Cat: adv on DEX saves and can fall 20 feet; Eagle: adv on CHA saves; Fox: adv on INT checks; Owl: adv on WIS checksEnhance Ability, Cure one disease or the condition of being blind, deaf, paralyzed, or poisonedLesser Restoration, Create a floating weapon within 60 feet. Make melee attack at +7 to hit. Does 1d8+3 damage. Can move up to 20 feet and attack as a bonus action.Spiritual Weapon, Creatures in a 15' radius within 60' must make a DC 15 CHA save. On fail, can't speak a deliberate lie. I know if they failed the save. Effected creatures know they're effected.Zone of Truth Artificer spells Cantrip: Ranged attack, 120' range. +9 to hit. On success, do 2d10 fire damage. Flammable objects not held can be set alight.Fire bolt, Point a finger at a target. A spoken message can be heard 120' away. Can pass throgh magical silence, 1 foot of stone, 3 feet of wood, 1 inch of metal. Need not follow a straight line.Message 1st level: As a reaction to taking damage, gain resistance to damage of that type until the start of my next turn. On the first successful melee attack I make in the next turn, do 1d6 additional damage of that type. Upcast to do additional d6es of damage.Absorb elements (R), Detect Magic, For up to 10 minutes, can take the Dash action as a bonus action. Concentration.Expeditious Retreat (B), Three bolts of 1d4+1 force damage that never miss. Upcast to get one additional bolt per level.Magic Missile, Creatures in a 15' cube must make a DC 17 CON save. on fail, take 2d8 thunder damage and be pushed 10 feet away from caster. On fail, half damage and no push. Upcast for an additional 1d8 damage per levelThunderwave. 2nd level: 3 creatures in 30 feet gain 5 temp HP and 5 more max HP. Upcast for additional 5 HP per levelAid, Darkvision, If unwilling, make DC 17 CON save. Enlarge: double in size, gain adv on STR checks and saves, gain 1d4 damage on weapon attacks. Reduce: halved in size; disadv on STR checks and saves, -1d4 on weapon damage.Enlarge/reduce, Creature touched heated metal object takes 2d8 fire damage. Can use bonus action to do ongoing damage. Must drop held heated objects if fail DC 17 CON save. If keep hold, have disadv on attacks and ability checks.Heat Metal, Three dupicate images of caster appear for one minute. Attackers must roll d20 to see which version they attack. Duplicates have AC 9 and disappear when an attack hits it - other damage (ie save effects) does not affect it (No concentration!!)Mirror Image, Neutralize one poison effecting a creature. Target has advantage on saves vs poison and resistance to poison damage for 1 hour. (No concentration)Protection from Poison, All creatures in a 10' radius from a point within 60' must make a DC 17 CON save. On fail, take 3d8 thunder damage; half damage on save. Inorganic targets have disadv on save. Upcast for additional 1d8 damage per level.Shatter, Turn Summary Move: Action: Additional (bonus action, object interact, reaction):

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Character Basics Sheet: https://www.rpgcrossing.com/profiler/view.php?id=90993 Name: Erelli Tarnil Race: Half Elf Alignment: CG Classes: Rogue (Thief) 5 - Warlock (Great Old One) 5 Appearance: Honestly, a majority of the time Erelli would prefer not to be noticed. It's not that she's unattractive or anything, no, call it more of an ingrained habit. When possible, she would rather stand in shadow or half-light, as there is an unusual sense of security in lingering close to darkness. When she does however step out into the sun, this young half-elf has an air of further dichotomy than mere light and shade. Wealth yet hardship? Success through failure? Friendship balanced with insecurity? Erelli dresses simply, often in little more than dark linen. There are no jewels or accessories of note to announce her status or family ties to the world. She's smart, right? Well... maybe not so smart, for the perceptive might see through her attempts at anonymity. Oh yes, this is surely a young woman with something to hide... and a few skills she'd not openly boast about. So, does Erelli ever smile? Sure she does! Despite her attempts at a bland appearance, she is equally capable of friendship and compassion, as of self-investigation and anxiety. There is something outcome-focused about her too. A strong gaze. A stern posture. This is a woman, who wants to get things done... Brief History: A dancer? Such a way of life would have made more sense, given her mother's fame as an entertainer. In her younger years though, Erelli was always more interested in father's books, numbers, and the strange visitors who would arrive with little fanfare at his office. Father was a tax-collector you see, or moreso a ledger-man for a city district under the rule of Duke Hammin. Noting his girl's interest in the workings of money and society's classes, father was soon to be Erelli's employer. Nepotism at it's finest? Or a man who knew exactly who he could trust? He began to send her out on "information collecting" tasks, and taught her the basics of staying out of sight. Did Rumdak Tillof have a new wagon? Was Seris dating that half-pregnant noble girl? How many customers a day did Shella's Bakehouse have at the moment? Everything was great, until Erelli got too comfortable with the lifestyle, and started "investigating" her own family. Father was neck-deep in debt according to a few books tucked behind a wall's timber paneling. And what was this other book, oh so dark with a single line of silver upon its cover? Her life changed that day. She went from being a snitch, to a tool of the nameless, a great old one of place unknown. She lives alone now, still taking on occasional freelance work for father, but much of the time Erelli goes about business to two ends. That which the great old one asks, and that which will gain the coin required to keep her family financially afloat, usually via the Guild. So... when Duke Hammin requests the origin of a strange ale be investigated, Erelli is all too keen to help. Perhaps some favor with the Duke will bring some influence, that might keep her loved ones from becoming the new residents of "Beggar's Lane".

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Eeeyyy, how you doin'? An idea so dumb that I couldn't find a reference so I had to draw it myself. Name Mikey G (and Matilda the riding-goat [uses the stat block of a pony from the PHB]) Race Halfling Class(es), and subclass(es): Fighter (Cavalier) 7 /Paladin 3 Appearance Mikey is lanky and wiry, most often wearing a black leather jacket that has seen better days (and quite a few bad falls onto gravel roads) over a simple white shirt and dark trousers. His dark hair seems to defy the limitations of products conventionally available in a fantasy setting, yet is somehow perfectly slicked back at any given time. He also has a variety of tattoos, several of which seem less-than-professionally done. He is proud of all of them, even those he can't remember how he got. Brief history (there is no official setting so have fun with it!~) Look, he knows he's done some bad stuff in his day, he ain't gonna lie about that. Robbery, property damage, general... hooligan-ery. But he's a reformed guy now. Repaid his debt to society and all that good stuff. Even found religion. Turns out Tymora's a pretty swell dame. Really, you can blame it all on his childhood. See, the town he grew up in was a small little place. Right smack-dab in the middle of a migratory path for all kinds of critters-- the animals left tracks right through the center of town, which basically split the town into two districts: The haves and the have-nots. And Mikey grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. No real opportunities for a kid like him. Maybe things woulda gone different if the town had, like, a good after-school program or somethin. Or a school. Instead, Mikey fell in with a bad crowd. A gang of troubled youths led by a dwarf named Harley, Son of David. Rode from town to town in their matching leather jackets, slicked-back hair blowin' in the wind, causin' trouble as they roam on their mighty riding hogs (or in Mikey's case, a riding goat, on account of him bein' a bit too short for the boars). It was great, and they were one big dysfunctional family, until the town guards finally caught up with them. Then things got a little less nice, what with jail and all. But hey, that wasn't all bad either, since he learned to read while he was in there. Not a lot of great books there, but a few pamphlets for various religions. And y'know, a goddess of good luck seems like the kind of dame you want on your side. So now he's back out in the world, reunited with his trusty riding-goat Matilda, ready to cause a ruckus for a good cause (Apparently that's an option! Who knew!) in the name of Tymora, goddess of good luck. Seems like a swell gig. A link or two to some posts you've made Barnaby, the shady back-alley doctor, receives a vaguely-threatening letter. This puts a slight damper on his afternoon plans. Gristle, the kobold bard with a big heart and a single brain cell, can't understand why his healing song couldn't save a dying friend

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Application Name: Dirra Race: Mothfolk (Custom Lineage) Class(es), and subclass(es): Ranger (Fey Wanderer) 5 / Cleric (Light) 5 Appearance: Dirra's face is always angry... at least in public. Even if she is very relaxed and content, she will keep a frown, to discourage people from talking to her. Her long, black hair are tied in two tails in the front, while loosely flowing on the back. She most often dresses in some sturdy armour and simple, black clothes to keep a low profile... Though, it's hard to not gather attention, when a big, white, fluffy collar, green, cloak-like wings and wide antennae are a part of your body. She rarely uncovers her arms, but when she does, she reveals a shield decorated in holy symbols and a long stick with floral patterns carved into it "Like I would need more, ugh..." . Brief history: I hate this world, I have everything about it! My mom keeps telling me, that it's just a phase... but it totally isn't! Since I was little, my parents kept forcing me to learn medicine and didn't care that I was bound to be some awesome artist. Just look at this diary! Isn't it like the best-thing-ever? Wait, who are you and why are you reading it? It's my private stuff, I will find you with some divination magic and beat you up. I've warned you! Arguing with yourself again, Dirra? Good job, now back to the important stuff I hate... Like... come on. A few years ago, I helped some injured stray dog, while I was taking a walk. Later that day I found some weird fruit, ate it an BOOM some arch-fey creep appears, giving me some dumb powers and telling me, that now I am a bridge between mortal and fey. WHO CARES?! They even made flowers grow on my body, gross! If being even a slightly moral being can give you magical powers, then it tells a lot about society. Ever since then, those annoying fey things keep visiting me, to help them figure out their stuff, like I would even care. Eventually I had enough and moved out from my parents house, then again and again, but those things somehow kept finding me! I was even desperate enough to join a cult at some point... and it kind of worked, as the colourful weirdos turned out to be a bit disgusted by the divine forces. Or course, nothing good lasts forever, as it turned out, that everyone was so nice to me, only because I was supposed to be some kind of sacrifice to their goddess, ugh. They even begun transforming my body, to be a 'more fitting vessel' for her (yeah, you guys were ugly too, don't judge). At least I managed to escape in time. Last few months, I was back to going from city to city, taking odd jobs. I eventually ended up in Knotside. This place is a war front, so on one hand, it's full of dumb, hot-headed people... but on the other hand, there are tons of opportunities of making a coin. Oh, but you know what? Remember the part about nothing good lasting? Yeah, those folk got addicted to some new drink and now ack like savages. I will totally solve this problem and become famous, just wait! A link or two to some posts you've made: Post 1 Post 2 Background: Urchin Magic item: (aarakocra can't fly in medium armour, so I want to flavour the boots as being able to fly but only a limited amount of time, because it's exhausting)Winged Boots Feats: Mobile, War Caster, Healer

 

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