[Characters] Victims of The Laughing One

[Fragmaster01]

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Rules The sheet code is thus: (SPOILERBUTTON="Character Sheet")(INDENT)(NSHEET)33910(/NSHEET)(/INDENT)(/SPOILERBUTTON), with brackets instead of parenths. Also, the number will be the number of your sheet, in the URL. 20 point buy. Then add your racial stats, then 2 points in whatever, from hitting level 4/8. You're level 9. Fast XP, if you care, though I'll be leveling you up periodically, rather than keeping a hard count. You get 46,000 gp, of which you must spend at least 40,000. This must be spent as per your backstory race and class, not the one you're playing. You are not allowed to discuss the sorts of items you'd love to have. If you break this rule, I reserve the right to meddle with your inventory, up to and including replacing your items with statues of a cat wearing a fez.

Individual Stuffs   You are a robutt. +2 to any stat. +2 Craft(Repair)/Disable Device. Craft(Repair) is always a class skill for you. -2 Stealth Medium Size Immunities: Immune to non-magical poison/disease. +4 saves on magical poison/disease. Immune to Asphyxiation. Weakness: Considered a Construct for purposes of effects that deal bonus damage to constructs. Still considered a person for "____ Person" spells. Stomachless: Does not need food/drink, but cannot use potions. Structurally Sound: +2 Natural AC. Mending: Immune to Holy/Dark damage. Heals from Mending spells.   Your little pony: +2 CON/INT, -2 DEX +2 Handle Animal/Survival Class Skill(Handle Animal): Handle Animal is always a class skill for Ponies. Quadrupedal: Carrying capacity is 1.5x normal. You gain +2 to CMD versus Trip/Bull Rush. Speed 40: You can move 40 feet in combat. Woosh! They go down to 35 feet in medium armor, and 25 in heavy. Tough: +1 on Fortitude saves and Natural AC. Telekinesis: Ponies can carry one object at a time, using the better of their INT or CHA in place of STR for carrying capacity. This can be used to wield a weapon or a shield, but not both at the same time. You can't move objects more than 15 feet away from you, nor use it to strike enemies past your normal melee range. Weapons wielded in this manner use INT/CHA for attack and STR for damage. Equipment: They're really bad about this. Armor has to be Barding, Shoes have to be Horseshoes, helmets, rings and such are right out. Rings can be set into bracelets at a blacksmith. Racial Feat(Mind over Pony): Requires Level 5. You can interact freely with items with your telekinesis, holding multiple items at once. At level 10, gain +1 Deflection AC when not stunned or otherwise unable to take action.   Buggybear! +2 STR/INT, -2 WIS +2 Escape Artist/Intimidate Class Skill(Intimidate): Intimidate is always a class skill for Bugbears. Speed 25: You can move 25 feet in combat. This only lowers to 20 feet in heavy armor, due to their hefty build. Monster Under the Bed: You can fit into spaces one size smaller than normal. This stacks with squishing from Escape Artist. Punch: Bugbears deal 1d6 SLA unarmed strike damage(if they're monks, they get +1 damage instead). Darkvision 60ft: Glowy eyeballs! Tuff: +1 Natural AC.   *spluck* +2 DEX, +2 INT, -2 STR Speed 30. Medium Size. +2 Escape Artist, Stealth. Escape Artist is always a class skill for Goofolk. Blubbery: BLG/ACD resistance 5. Blubbery, Part 2: -2 saves/AC versus FIR/ICE damage. Squishy: Can fit into tiny spaces as if one size smaller than normal. Melty Touch: Unarmed strike deals ACD damage, rather than BLG. Icky Grapple: +2 CMD to leave a grapple. Armorless: Cannot wear armor or shields. At all. Packless: Doesn't need backpacks to store items(as they just get stuffed inside you anyway). Airless: Doesn't technically need air to survive, though it's needed for speech. Asphyxiation damage and [Cloud] based spells still affect you as normal.   Wiggle wiggle wiggle. +2 DEX/WIS, -2 CON +2 Sense Motive/Stealth Class Skill(Stealth): Stealth is always a class skill for Naga. -2 Acrobatics. Wiggle: You can switch between prone and "standing" as a Swift action. You don't take attack penalties while prone. Hoo Rah Zambies: You have no Constitution score. Use CHA for HP/level and Fort saves. You only get 16 points to spend at character creation on stats, rather than 20. Undead: Healed by Dark damage, hurt by Holy damage. Smite Evil effects consider you Evil, even if you're not. Racists. Spells that target Undead target you, but you're still considered a person for "____ Person" spells. Elite Undead: Unlike lesser undead, you heal naturally(at half the normal rate). You don't exude a smell(which is noticeable to users of Scent, but only if they know you're there). Immunities: Immune to non-magical poison/disease. +4 saves on magical poison/disease. Immune to Asphyxiation. Stomachless: Does not need food/drink, but cannot use potions. Equipment: No shoes.

[Lazersetcetera]

 

Before: Dice * Race: 1d100 48 Dice * Class: 1d20 19 Dice * Gender: 1d20 12 Dice * Age: 1d20 19

Post transformation. Behold! Dice * Race: 1d100 32 Dice * Class: 1d20 15 Dice * Gender: 1d20 20 Dice * Age: 1d20 13

Cherry character sheet.


Before: "Boys and Demons, get it while it's hot!"

AFTER: "Be still, my beating heart". (Another terrific Fragmaster picture).

Uh oh Before: A sexy lady Succubus Soulknife. After: A far less sexy (and older looking) Bugbear Oracle. She is not happy about this. Also - I'm not going to have much equipment, am I? A Succubus Soulknife won't have a weapon or armour. Might be able to get away with a cha boosting item... What I will have, gentlemen, is lots of SLUTTY UNDERWEAR

Who am I? Name: Cherry the Supermodel. Race: Bugbear Class: Oracle Age: Older looking. Gender: Female Before: By Juiblex I was GORGEOUS. I was a Succubus Soulknife, dealing out demonic kisses and my mindblades wherever I went. Look at me now! Alignment: Ha, Chaotic Evil, and how.

Info Background: What I used to like to do was this: I used to go round the houses of kings and paladins, screw them silly, then make them give up their eternal souls for a trifle. Then I went home to the big bad abyss and me and Demogorgon would laugh and laugh. Juiblex tried to laugh but he just makes horrible noises and farts. Orcus doesn't laugh much. he just grinds his teeth on souls and bones. It was brilliant fun, and I met lots of interesting people. Plus I used to be invited to all the best parties. I went where I liked. You're never truly naked when you can teleport and you have mindblades. *Sigh* Appearance: An ugly old bugbear. Boo hoo hoo hoo. Big, hairy old bugbear. And I don't want boy bugbears, they are ugly and smelly. I want Elven and Aasimar princes like before, sexy and sooo much fun to corrupt. Personality: Well, I'm still bad to the bone. And I've not forgotten how to cast spells, in fact I have some others. The mission continues. Revenge! Promote my awesome skills! Drag as many souls to the Abyss with me!

My Struggle RP Sample: We were all in our rooms in the hotel. Five star, as usual. Tolerable. I'm not a sleeper, so I was getting ready to go out on the town, amuse myself with a captain of the guard, or magistrate or high priestess or something. Y'know, a little light relief. I was getting my make up and image on. I'd decided to go for the 'holy innocent' look, blonde, big eyed paladin, new in town, needs a trusted type to help her in these dark times. An old trick, but always funny. Besides, the mayor had a party. ANYWAY, there I am, with my lipstick, and a coyote or something comes in, giggling. Great, I thought. Shapechanger? He said we were in big trouble and we were going to be 'torn asunder' which I thought was very presumptuous. A big dog then. Well, I've ****ed worse. I patted my bed and suggested he come sit on it and tell me the trouble. I have my ways. 'No chance' said the beast. Well, I never. Can you imagine me being refused? 'Not a prayer' he said, 'you great hairy beast' That was rich, coming from him. Like he could be picky. But then I saw myself in the mirror. I saw a thing. A horrid great bear. A horrid great bear with lipstick poorly smeared over its face. What is this? I yelled, but the dog just laughed and said it was down to that cow Caladenzia. I instantly thought to magick up my mindblade, but nothing happened. I had some magical powers, somhow, but nothing I was used to. And besides, by this time, the dog was galloping away, hooting with glee and tearing one of my very best and most glamourous brassieres to shreds. I sat on the bed. My spider silk panties and fishnet stockings had torn off, and not in the fun way. Screw it. If nothing else, I am a demon, and I will have my revenge.

Bugbear Stats +2 STR/INT, -2 WIS +2 Escape Artist/Intimidate Class Skill(Intimidate): Intimidate is always a class skill for Bugbears. Speed 25: You can move 25 feet in combat. This only lowers to 20 feet in heavy armor, due to their hefty build. Monster Under the Bed: You can fit into spaces one size smaller than normal. This stacks with squishing from Escape Artist. Punch: Bugbears deal 1d6 SLA unarmed strike damage(if they're monks, they get +1 damage instead). Darkvision 60ft: Glowy eyeballs! Tuff: +1 Natural AC.

Crap she has bought (swapsies?) Gauntlets of Ogre Power +2 (in Hot Pink) - 4,000gp Breastplate +1 Glamered (so she can change it to suit her frequent Change Shape stuff. And y'know, fashion. Normally hot pink and low cut, for her big boobs). Her natural form is 6 ft tall and 125lb apparently, so it'll fit that. 4,200gp Hat of Disguise (I don't know if the effects would normally stack, but there you go) 1,800gp Rod of Splendour - This is so her. +4 cha bonus and 'Once per day, the rod creates and garbs her in clothing of the finest fabrics, plus adornments of furs and jewels' SOLD to the massive slut, 25,000gp. Include clothing by people like Imaginary Foundation, Freshjive and Crooks & Castles. Ring of Protection +2 (v blingy, a great big ruby) 8,000gp 4 x Elixirs of Love. Of course. (looks like vodka jelly shots) 600gp 43,600gp total. Call it 44,000gp with a satchel full of Victoria's Secret Lolth Collection, and junk like Ed Hardy t shirts for if she misplaces the Rod of Splendour.

GO CHERRY!

[darthcharon]

 

Gear
+1 Corrosive Seeking Light Crossbow
[Bracers of Armor +2]
[Ring of Feather Floating]
(Headband of Alluring Charisma +4)
(Lesser Metamagic Rod of Empower)
2x Pearls of Power (2nd)
50 bolts (5g)
Party Gold: 8808g

*Things in () are items that I have given out, things in [] are items that I have received.

Name: Adrian Calahan.
Race: Goofolk (Was half elf).
Class: Inquisitor (Was sorcerer).
Apparent Age: 22 (Was 53).
Gender: Female (Was male).
Background:

 

To discuss Adrian requires us to first briefly discuss his father, Mandrolan Calahan. Of elvish descent, Mandrolan was your typical wizard; aloof, arrogant, and possessive of a terrible thirst for knowledge. His thirst was stronger than most, however, and it quickly grew too great for the elvish library, despite it's grand size, to accommodate.

Seeking new knowledge, he joined an adventuring companion led by the human bard Sarah Goodkind to plunder the lost city of Grilistol, which was rumored to possess many lost books. Along with them came Borok, a stoic dwarf warrior, and Griddelsix, an eccentric gnome rogue. What was originally supposed to be a one time partnership quickly became an unbreakable bond as Mandrolan found himself acclimating quite well to the adventuring lifestyle. What more, he soon found himself rather attracted to the bard, who he later discovered shared his feelings. Nine months later, Adrian Calahan was born.

Both Sarah and Mandrolan were too filled with wanderlust and a thirst for adventure to stop to raise the child properly, and instead brought the whelp with them on their adventures. Though it was at first hard on the boy, he quickly caught on, and by the age of nine was already actively participating in their escapades. By his twelfth birthday he had begun to manifest the sorcerous powers that would later be his hallmark.

Many questioned the ethicality of bringing a young boy on such dangerous missions, but the boy acclimated well, and being literally raised from birth to be an adventurer meant that he was particularly good at it. Whether they were raiding lost cities, destroying power crazed demonologists, or protecting a city from a massive greenskin army, Adrian held his own against trained veterans twice his age. And Adrian loved it.

Certainly it was a dangerous life, and he has more than a few scars that show that even he wasn't untouchable, but he had the combined wanderlust and thirst for knowledge of a human bard and an elven wizard, and nothing elated him so much as the discovery of a new tomb to plunder.

Alas, all things, good and ill, must pass eventually, and when Sarah, who had clearly reached her older years, found herself just a little too slow, was crushed beneath a thousand pounds of crumbling rocks, the group fell apart. His father had gone slightly insane and fell into dark magics in an attempt to bring back his love. Ultimately the only thing he succeeded in was becoming a lich and terrorizing the nearby city before another group of plucky adventurers took him out.

Griddlesix decided he no longer felt safe in their company and struck out on his own. Last Adrian heard, he had gotten bit by a were-coyote in his search for some sort of magical tower of time. Borok returned to the dwarven lands, having amassed a sizeable fortune, and set up his own noble house. As for Adrian, he tried to settle down once, using his own fortunes to construct a massive tower for him to study what he had acquired over the years.

The call to adventure was too strong, however, and he quickly grew restless. Recruiting a new band of adventurers, he set out to once again seek the thrill of adventure. Once more, Adrian was happy, as few experiences could compare to having an aerial dogfight with a dragon. He (almost) didn't even care about the gold either, finding the journey to be more pleasurable than the destination. Of course, that didn't mean he didn't enjoy spending his gold, and tales of his nights out drinking are amazing fantasies, his almost nightly romps at the brothel the stuff of legend.

Though his gold was always welcome where he spent it, he slowly began developing a sour reputation as a man who cared not for the people around him, as he rarely mourned the deaths of his companions (which happened quite more often than he expected; rare was the soul as hardy as his original group), and he seemed indifferent to the suffering of those less fortunate.

These rumors, though they held a grain of truth, were very inaccurate. It was true he never mourned the dead, but it was not out of a lack of respect, but for a lack of understanding: to him, there was no better way to honor a dead adventurer than to ensure that he finished whatever task the deceased had started. And if he was blind to the suffering of those around him, it was only because he could not pry his eyes away the horizon.

Still, the rumors stuck, and coupled with the high fatality rate of those who joined his adventuring band meant that it was becoming increasingly difficult to find replacements, until finally Adrian found himself once more alone, and this time unable to find suitable replacements. By this time Adrian was deep in his forties, and, having lived an exciting life, decided it was as good a time as any to retire.

Though his heart still ached for the thrill of adventure, the din of battle, and the feeling of adrenaline pumping through his blood, the fervor of youth had been tempered by age, and he settled for a luxurious life in his tower, lining his halls with trophies of his youth. Before he knew it, he had become “that wizard”, despite his best efforts to correct them. "I'm a sorcerer, not a wizard you damn peasant," he had shouted out in annoyance on more than one occasion.

Still, though the townsfolk may have feared him at first, they quickly grew fond of him, especially after he single handedly slew Ogrim Blackblade and his army of undead. As long as Adrian kept the coin flowing from his deep reservoirs, the town ensured he had an endless supply of ale, apprentices, and women to keep him happy. He had even begun to grow sweet on one of his apprentices, and it was believed that he may have been finally ready to truly settle down. Then he disappeared, along with most, but not all of his remaining fortune.

The confused townsfolk entered the abandoned tower with some trepidation, for they had never entered before, and found a note, written hastily and sloppily, on a desk in the antechamber.

My dear friends from the village, if you are reading this letter then you are likely aware that I have not been around. I have departed to take care of some unfinished business, and have every intention of returning. Until that time, I leave the tower in the capable care of my apprentices, Isabella Strongal taking position as head apprentice.

I have left a fair sum of gold to ensure your village sustains itself in my absence, and my stone golem to protect you. I know not when I return, but when I do, I expect my tower to be in the same condition I left it in, sans perhaps a layer or two of dust. Particularly my summoning room. By high heavens, do NOT enter the summoning room!

Your truly,

Adrian Calahan

The townsfolk thought the message strange and sudden, and none of his apprentices knew anything about it either, but they ultimately decided it was in their best interests to obey the letter. So they went about their normal lives, using what gold he had left them to keep the economy going long enough for them to once again become self sustaining, and went back to gossiping about the older man, though the topic of the rumors had shifted from what the sorcerer did in that tower of his, and instead to what unfinished business he might have had, and to the significance of the presence of a strange blue goop on the note.

Appearance:

 

As a half elf, Adrian was quite attractive. At just under 6ft tall, he was lean, though his long robes usually hid that fact. He allowed his hair to grow long, reaching just above his neck, but kept his chin clean shaven. His dark brown hair was full and straight, curling only slightly at the tips, and only just beginning to gray. His eyes were a piercing blue, and his high cheek bones made him look a little gaunt. His face was usually a brick wall, unreadable by all but the most keen of observers, but rapidly devolved into an over eager and almost childish grin when he gets excited. Though his face had a few marks of age, it was still rather youthful looking for a man of his age.

As a goofolk, Adrian is still attractive, but now to the opposite sex. Gone is his signs of age, possessing the body of a striking and youthful woman, with a full figure and an attractive face. His/her hair now reached to below his shoulders, though it retained it's straightness. His once tall and thin face had rounded out considerably, his eyes growing larger while the rest of his face shrunk. Oh, and he's entirely blue and translucent now, I suppose that's worth mentioning.

Though it offers him no true protection, he continues to wear his old robe, which has been roughly cut at the bottom to account for his much shorter stature. And by wear, I mean allows it to float just inside him in the rough shape that it would be if he was wearing it. He still feels uncomfortable about the fact that all of his “skin” is still technically showing outside the robe, but at least part of him is covered up, even if it is only the inside, and the robe does allow him to hide things better that would otherwise be clearly visible in his translucent body.

Personality:

 

Adrian has always been the adventuring sort, having literally lived it all his life, and enjoys nothing more than the thrill of adventure. Having grown up in strange company, he has very few stereotypes of other races and easily gets along well with dwarves, elves, and just about any race, and usually appears to be a good fellow, if easily excitable. Also thanks to his unique upbringing, he does not have the insane ego that many sorcerers possess (though he is still full of himself to some extent), as he's been humbled many times by the guardians of lost tombs.

As a goofolk, little has changed. He is sensitive about his changes, particularly his gender, but almost relishes the opportunity they provide to allow him to adventure once again. Fighting against creatures that he used to be able to simply unmake without his magic has put a new spin on his adventuring life, and given new life to encounters that would normally have left him bored and unfulfilled. Had he been left with his masculinity, he probably would have thanked the coyote. The squishiness of his new body took some getting used to, but the ability to store stuff inside him was an experience onto itself, and he'd have lived with it if the coyote had avoided giving him the parts that were squishy even on a human.

Adrian is chaotic neutral, with leanings towards good. Though he certainly doesn't wish anyone ill, he's usually too focused on what ever horizon his eyes happen to be following to notice the needs of those around him, and all the money in the world wouldn't catch his attention if there was a vampire lord for him to fight. Though still outgoing and easily excited, he is now slightly more withdrawn and actually capable of being offended, though he'll adamantly deny it. At the same time, the experience of an older man has been drained of him, replaced once more with the fervor of a young one, and he has become as naïve as he was in his youth.

RP Sample:

 

Adrian smiled as his apprentice left the tower for the night. He had considered offering the woman the opportunity to sleep at his tower for the night, as it was already quite late, but there were already too many rumors abound about him, the last thing he needed was to drag the one woman he had actually started to develop actual feelings for into it, at least until he was sure she felt the same way about him. That didn't stop his eyes from watching her softer parts as she walked down the road to the village however, and he only turned his gaze back when she had disappeared into the tree line.

"Where was I?" he mused to himself. His gaze fell upon the crossbow before him. An adventurer had come to him a few weeks back and asked him to enchant it, hearing of his skill with magic. He was a young adventurer, and could only afford the simplest of enchantments, but something in that man had struck a chord in his aging heart, and he decided to give him a bit more than he had paid for. Now the crossbow sat, literally glowing with arcane power.

With a smile, he sat down before it, inspecting his handiwork. Satisfied that the magic auras were stable, he muttered a few more arcane words, putting his arcane mark on the weapon. A way of ensuring that even when he was gone, at least someone would know his name. Putting the weapon down, he made a mental note to send one of his apprentices to the tavern tomorrow to alert the lad that his weapon was done. A part of his mind leaped with joy at the thought of his weapon being used to pierce the heart of some giant king, even if he knew the lad probably hadn't even grown out of the giant rat phase of his adventuring career yet.

He had planned on retiring for the night, and was halfway through his teleportation spell when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement. Adrian froze, his tongue holding on tightly to the last syllable of the teleport. Then he heard a whoosh, and he realized he was under attack! Letting out the last syllable, he quickly teleported to the left, nearly dodging a ball of blue energy, then turned to look for it's source.

Another burst of movement caught his attention, and Adrian sent out a bolt of fire, which the creature easily dodged. Impressive, he thought to himself, few are those who can dodge that. I'll need to- His thoughts were interrupted by another burst of movement, this time on the other side of the room. What? How did it get there that fast? acting on instinct, he let loose another spell. This time, bolts of arcane energy shot from his fingertips, unnervingly chasing the nimble creature across the room. Magic missiles may not be the most damaging of spells, but they were impossible to dodge. Finally, the bolts struck true, sending the creature flying into the walll. Adrian smiled, and carefully approached the prone body.

It was a dog of some sort, with beige fur. He found it strange that a creature could be both fast enough to dodge his firebolt yet weak enough to succumb to a single magic missile spell, but Adrian wasn't about to complain. That is, until he got closer, and realized there weren't any marks on the wolf where the missiles had struck. Adrian cried out in anger, throwing the nearest thing he could grab- an empty potion bottle-at the unmoving dog, where it simply traveled right through it and shattered on the glass. "An illusion... but that means" he started to say, but was suddenly overcome by an intense feeling coursing through his body. While not painful, it was strong enough to make concentration impossible. His brain seemed overloaded with new sensations, all the while becoming harder and harder to access older ones.

Looking down, he saw that, to his horror, he was melting! He knew not what sort of spell could do such a thing, but he knew a few spells to stop... wait, no, he didn't. Certainly, he felt magic within him, but it was not only much more diminished, but different entirely. Gone were the world altering spells of doom, replaced instead with mere cantrips to improve his combat skill. Missing were the beguiling spells of mass domination, replaced instead with spells that merely prevented lies. No longer could he conjure vast defenses of impregnable force, replaced with spells designed to cure moderate wounds?

Helpless as both his body and mind seemed to melt away, it was all he could do to turn around and gaze at the beige dog behind him. "What are you?" His garbled voice cried out, for the first time truly afraid.

"Is knowledge of what I am what you sought?" The dog spoke with a laugh, "Well, easier it is to say what I am not! I am not a bird, nor a bat. Not a fish, nor a cat. I do not moo, because I'm not a cow, but a servant of Caladenzia am I, for to her I bow! Now to you I say, you need to pull yourself together, go outside, and perhaps enjoy the weather! But as for me my job is done, I've got much to do, oh, its going to be so much fun!" With that, the dog simply vanishes, leaving the stunned Adrian to continue dissolving on the floor.

Adrian wasn't sure how long he had been there, nothing more than a pile of ooze on the floor, but eventually he found that he could still move. With a sheer force of will, he tried to take the form of a humanoid, and succeeded, but not in the way he had expected. For some reason, no matter how hard he focused, he could not shape his body into his original form, but instead found himself assuming the form of an young and attractive woman. Walking was difficult, as he found his "legs" splattering into ooze with every step. Eventually he got the hang of it, and by dawn he was moving around almost as easily as he (well, she now) had the night before.

Adrian turned to her books, desperately trying to find some mention of a creature capable of what he had just seen, but the only thing she accomplished was ruining several good books with his sticky hands. At first she thought it was a hopeless search, but then she remembered what the dog had said. "Caladenzia." she said to no one in particular. A few more hours of searching and she had her first clue. It wasn't much, but it was a start. She ran to her golem, hoping to use his company in her coming travels, but realized, to her dismay, that it no longer recognized her as it's master.

"Looks like I'm on my own then.". As she left, she saw the crossbow she had just finished the night before, and suddenly strange thoughts flowed through her head. She grabbed the weapon, sudden knowledge of it's use floating through her mind. Though her mind was focused mostly on finding out what had done this to her, she couldn't help but feel a giddy feeling swelling in her chest. I'm going on another adventure!

[Moridain]

Kaitlyn 'Silverback' Morgan
Race: Human
Class: Fighter
Original Age: 29
Gender: Female
Before: Kaitlyn started her work as an adventurer later than most, when her husband and children were killed by soldiers out on a bender. Taking up the first weapon of her life, one of the soldiers discarded swords, she slew them all before fleeing the country.

Refusing to ever be that weak again she signed up with a mercinary company called the Flying Crow, proving her strength and determination quickly in the motley band. Though she was one of only a few females, noone there treated her as weak for long. Her years of farm work and long hours of chasing around children had given her a great deal of endurance and she turned out to be a natural with every weapon thrust upon her.

She served with the mercinaries for five years, earning her commition fairly early on with her deeds in the local wars the lords faught. However after a while she grew tired of watching young idiots die for gold they would never have a chance to spend and, when invited along on a mission for the capital city to slay an Orc King she accepted whole heartedly.

Over the last four years she has slain dragons, decapitated necromancers, walked through other planes in the light of magical lanterns and each new experience taught her to be harder and more skilled.

How was she to know that this mission would change her very nature..?

 

Race: Naga Zombie!
Class: Druid
Age: Looks to have been around 16 when she died.
Gender: Still Female
Appearance: All Kaitlyns well earned muscle and scars have vanished to be replaced by a thin and sickly grey scales, many of which are missing revealing even greyer and sicker looking flesh beneath. Several parts of her anatomy appear to have come from other bodies, which she can tell because her right hand is big and hairy and the other is black with long feminine fingers. Also, she has no legs. Other than her arms, which appear to have been stitched on, she appears to be a big snake, with big fangs and yellow slitted eyes.

Increased Wisdom and Charisma: The world suddenly came alive! She was perceptive before of course, but that was seeing threats and entrances and traps, but this new vision! She can see shades in the darkness, a thousand variations of black and grey, and the normal colors have been strengthened and made more alive! Scent has increased as well, though perhaps it would be better to say taste? With a flick of her long forked tongue she can smell everything around her!

She also finds herself being noticed more, but it is hard to tell if that is an increased sense of personality or the whole giant snake zombie thing...

Her personality does shine through though, her dedication to every task and willingness to fight to protect others. Though she is now a druid she still has very little love of nature, which is likely to be a problem as things continue.

RP Sample: Coyote has bounced into your room at night, stolen your character sheet, given you an inferior one as a replacement, and told a few jokes that probably only he finds funny. Describe your encounter!

"Eighteen... Eighteen..! ... A third Eighteen?! Wow..." Three eighteens for stats, along with the two fifteens and a fourteen make for one hell of a statistic array! Still, the DM has to accept these right? I put them into the sheet, totalling up my saves, and note how much effect it has on everything.

"This character will be the most powerful I have made. Wow... This should be a fun game..."

"Yoink! HA HA HA!" comes the words, the sheet vanishing. A weird looking Cayote is standing nearby, giving me a huge toothy grin with his mouth wide open while also holding the sheet in his mouth. My mind shudders, knowing this is impossible, but my eyes continue to see it. The being is also two dimentional, I note, made from swirls of black and red and white and other colors that don't exist.

"Um. Hi. Er... Can I have that back please?"

"Okay, sure!" and lets go the page, which flips around the room before sticking to his back. I feel it adhere to my back, like a tattoo while Cayote lets out his HA HA HA.

Glaring at the Cayote "I said have 'that' back, not have 'it on' my back. That isn't even a Pun..." I am about to ask for his sheet back again when the situation settles in. "Actually, never mind."

Grinning widely as my eyes sparkle with mischief, I sit down "So, you are real? I love your stories, and your jokes are soo funny. I don't suppose you would like to play a trick on the whole world and give me real magic..? Imagine all the confused scientists and atheists when I can actually perform things that defy all science; no tricks or deceptions. The lack of a trick will be the trick!"

"So... You game..?"

Cayote gives him another, louder laugh, suggesting this had been his plan all along. "Here is what we will do, little mortal..."

[Fenris]

 

Dice * Race:

1d100-1

(57)-1

Total = 56

Dice * Class:

1d20

14

Dice * Gender:

1d20

8

Age: I'll just say 20

 

Dice * Race:

1d100-1

(55)-1

Total = 54

Dice * Class:

1d20

1

Dice * Gender:

1d20

1

Dice * Age:

1d20

5

Really?? A Barbarian Unicorn? How? This will get interesting.


Name: Talos

Race: Unicorn

Class: Barbarian

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Before: Prior to the horrific change, Talos, a littlest dragon, was a powerful magus. Capable of casting powerful magic to decimate a multitude of baddies before cutting down any stragglers left standing. But you shouldn't let his small size fool you. It's the little one you've got to watch out for.

Background: As already stated, Talos was a magus of the local Littlest dragon tribe. He spent his youth training arduously to become a grand protector of his people. Eventually, after many years of training, he was promoted to work the Tribal Guard. Talos was so happy that day and served his tribe loyally. But one day, a cataclysm struck his tribe. They had all become mindless welps for a weird woman called Lady Caladenzia. Angry, Talos set out to set things right. On his journey he met with other creatures with similar complaints. Not sure if he should work with these wierdos, Talos decides that he can just fudge the story a little when his people are saved and he can be the hero!

Appearance: Now, Talos is a pony... Yes, a pony. A pony with this weird stick thing on his head. Wait, that's right, this thing he's become is called a unicorn. Now he's a big dumb white pony with a dang horn sticking out his head. Apparently his grey skin is now grey fur. Even this stupid goatee that he has is grey. This is in contrast to the stupid horn which is ivory with a stupid swirl pattern.

Personality: Being the smallest guy in the group can do a lot of things to you. Among his people, he was a strong and powerful magi! This obviously lead to the development of quite the ego. Especially considering he was really smart to boot! After spending some time with the party has led to him developing a complex. He felt that he must show everyone how powerful he is, no matter the opponent.

But now, he feels a little... dumber. And he gets angry a lot easier too. Maybe unicorns are a lot more savage than he originally thought.

RP Sample: Talos was awaken with a crunching sound and landing on the floor. He woke long enough to see this dog looking thing leave through his window. "What the heck was that?", he asked. Curious, he tried to stand up to check to see if he can get a better view of that dog. But as he made his attempt, he slipped and fell back to the floor. "What's going on?" Maybe the crash landing to the floor took more out of him than he thought. He was a small guy and big falls can do a lot of damage. So he decided to walk on all fours till and gained his bearings. As he got up he noticed that he was a lot higher up than he should be. On top of that, there was this weird clopping sound every time he moved his hands or feet.

Looking down to see what the noise was, he made a shocked gasp. Where his hands and feet were... there were hooves! "What the hell!!!" Talos runs over to the mirror in his room to see what that damn dog did to him.

But when he looked, all he saw was a horse's face with this horn sticking out its head. Thinking its got to be a trick, he moved his head around from side to side, in and out of the mirrors view and closed his eyes to see if he was just dreaming. Then he realized. This wasn't a dream! "AAAAHHHHHHH!!!! HELP! HELP! That dog thing did something to me!"

He tried to turn and leave the room to get assistance from his allies but midturn his head seemed stuck. Glancing up he saw that his horn was imbedded into the wall. He's tries to pull it out but to no avail.

With no other solution in sight, he did all he could do. He planted his ass into the ground and cried. "HEEELP! I'm a pooonyyy! A big stupid pooonnyyy!", he cried in between sobs.

Unicorn Stats +2 CON/INT, -2 DEX +2 Handle Animal/Survival Class Skill(Handle Animal): Handle Animal is always a class skill for Ponies. Quadrupedal: Carrying capacity is 1.5x normal. You gain +2 to CMD versus Trip/Bull Rush. Speed 40: You can move 40 feet in combat. Woosh! They go down to 35 feet in medium armor, and 25 in heavy. Tough: +1 on Fortitude saves and Natural AC. Telekinesis: Ponies can carry one object at a time, using the better of their INT or CHA in place of STR for carrying capacity. This can be used to wield a weapon or a shield, but not both at the same time. You can't move objects more than 15 feet away from you, nor use it to strike enemies past your normal melee range. Weapons wielded in this manner use INT/CHA for attack and STR for damage. Equipment: They're really bad about this. Armor has to be Barding, Shoes have to be Horseshoes, helmets, rings and such are right out. Rings can be set into bracelets at a blacksmith. Racial Feat(Mind over Pony): Requires Level 5. You can interact freely with items with your telekinesis, holding multiple items at once. At level 10, gain +1 Deflection AC when not stunned or otherwise unable to take action.

Equipment +2 Wounding Longsword (16,015gp) (Small) +2 Breastplate of Invulnerability (13,200gp) (Small) Bag of Holding (Type I) (2,500gp) Amulet of Natural Armor +2 (8,000gp) Bedroll (1sp) (Small) Blanket, Winter (5sp) (Small) Ink (1 oz. vial) (8gp) Inkpen (1sp) Rations, Trial (per day) (20) (10gp) (Small) Waterskin (1gp) (Small) Wizard's Spellbook (15gp) Spell Component Pouch (5gp) Sunrod (10) (20gp) Traveler's Outfit (Small)

 

[Caput]

 

Name: Eshti
Race: Warfored
Class: Monk
Age: Really? Probably like 1000 years. Current body is modelled on a late teens human.
Gender: She-Woman
Before: Previously she was an ancient vampire thrallherd.
She was probably the most morally dubious of the heroes, claiming that the good she did balanced out the blood she took and that it's not evil if you use psionics to make them enjoy it. She tried at least.
Background: Once upon a time she was infamous for turning defeated foes into vampire spawn and leading a bunch of talented but weak-minded folk who wanted somebody to give them purpose. Enemies were very unlikely to see her in the flesh until she had already won. As the centuries ticked by, she got less and less nasty and maintained fewer vampire underlings.
In the recent past she's caused scandals by taking on anti-undead crusaders, seducing nobles and befriending prominent divine heroes who "should know better". In the ancient past she's fought on the losing side of many of the world's great mythological conflicts.
People have mostly got used to the idea that she's required to keep things alive and are resigned to having her around forever, but still wish she'd go away. She's like the heroic equivalent of drizzle.
Appearance: Her body is very literally a temple.
Unlike most warforged, she's made largely from bamboo, statue parts, cloth and magically reinforced folded paper. Inside, there's a circulatory system with a couple of big pistons pumping hot springs water around her. This make her cozy and warm, but unfortunately it means she makes a faint noise even when standing still.
Her brain is now a wooden spinning top filled with strips of paper with sacred writings on them. Do not tell her. She'll freak out.
She's gone from a lot taller than average to rather shorter and her body seems to be modelled on a fit 17 year old human, rather than her previous skeletally thin adult elf frame.
Currently, she's wearing a veiled dress made to be worn at a funeral, but the back has torn, the sleeves are too long and it's dragging ridiculously.
Personality:Now that her wisdom is higher than 7, she's not too sure her old justifications for her behaviour check out. Her alignment has shifted from neutral to good. Add that to her many vampire spawn and former thralls wandering the HQ in confusion and the embarrassment of being outdone by a far weaker telepath and this whole business gets really annoying.
She's much more awkward than she was, has lost that mad genius edge to her mind and no longer inspires awe and obedience in those she meets. To make up for that, she can actually empathise with people and recognise bad ideas. Hooray.
She's a lot calmer than before, but no more serious. She still sees life as a game, herself as perfect and trouble as the name boring people use for fun.
She's not really in it for revenge (although her hope is to get her powers back and make Caladenzia her thrall). She's much more interested in glory, the thrill of the chase, getting the most out of her mental holiday to sanity and, most important of all, reclaiming control of her servants before something goes horribly wrong. Normally she wouldn't care about that last one, but her monkly wisdom is ringing alarm bells.
RP Sample:
"All right, whichever one of you bastards is scratching on my lid, stop it right now or its mind powers time. Let the dead rest."
The scratching continued.
"I would if I could, lady, but this is hard. You try opening a coffin without thumbs."
"You cheeky little freak! You are absolutely not opening this thing in the daytime."
"Aren't I? It sure looks like I am. I'm I'm not water boarding the guy from the hot dog stand. I'm not building a fake farmer's cat out of pasta. So logically, I gotta be opening up your coffin."
"What. I don't even... What? Oh dear gods, my powers aren't working on you, are they?"
"You don't have any mind powers stupid. What's the worry, anyway? I just wanna see what you loooook liiiiike."
"I'm famous, you blithering dickwit! Why would you need to- AAAAHHHHHHHH!"
As her coffin lid creaked open, Eshti beheld a huge heart-shaped mirror, reflecting her new mechanical form within its gratuitous pink-lightbulbed frame.
She shattered it to pieces with a heavy foot of stone and metal, just in time to see a scruffy fat dog thing squeeze out the window behind, laughing the worst laugh in the world as it did.
"DUUUUHUHUHUHUHUHUH! duhuhuhuhuhuh! DUUUUHUHUHUHUHUHU! DUUUUHUhuhuhuhuHUHUHUHUUUUUUH!