[PF-1e] Way of the Wicked

[triedtherest]

I'm looking at Spheres of Might for one of my Character's Classes, probably a Conscript, focusing on the Leadership and Alchemy Spheres.

Evil Minions ftw (assuming they are allowed!)

[LeoByron]

Leadership Sphere is allowed, but you may not start the game with them. You might be able to find them shortly after the start of the game in the case of Cohorts or other Companions/familiars/Animals.

[Exhibit A]

 

WIP

Eberhart Blodwell Name: Eberhart Blodwell Race: Skinwalker (Ragebred) Class 1: Occultist (Haunt Collector) Class 2: Investigator (Psychic Detective) Intended Role: Melee, support caster, skill money Alignment: Lawful Evil Crime: High Theft   Height: 5’6” | Weight: 200 lbs Age: 27 | Skin: Ruddy white in human form, dark gray/black in bestial form Hair: Black Eyes: Dark Brown Usual Attire: Leathers and furs   Write a detailed text description of your character's personality. This should incorporate elements of your optional 10 minute background if you chose to write one.   Write a detailed text description of your character's background. This should incorporate elements of your optional 10 minute background if you chose to write one.   Please write a short scene which includes your character and develops them in some way. This can be short but should include some dialogue which illustrates your character's personality and style.   The 10 Minute Background is a tool to help you flesh out your character’s existence. This is optional. 5 Background and Concept Elements that you feel are important to your image of the character. These can be a concept overview, a list of important life events, a physical description, a personality profile...whatever you need to get an image in your mind. 5 is just a minimum...more elements are encouraged! 2 Goals for the Character. At least one of these goals should be one that the character has, while another should be one that you, as a player, want to see developed over the course of the game. 2 Secrets About Your Character. One is a secret the character knows, one is a secret that involves him but that he is not actually aware of yet. This will help me in creating plots that center around your character. 3 People That Are Tied to the Character. At least one of them is friendly to the character, and at least one is hostile. One of these characters should be tied to your character's Affiliation. 3 Memories, Mannerisms, or Quirks That Your Character Has. They don't have to be elaborate, but they should provide some context and flavor.

[LeoByron]

I have added 2 clarifications to the character creation process:

1) Spheres of Power / Might characters will use the Spheres Gestalt Rules.

2) We will use the Fractional Base Bonuses for Base Attack, Saves, and Spheres of Power Caster Level.

[Sirviantis]

I'm considering a religious character, do you have a list of deities for use in this setting? Or should I just assume Golarion? Or, or, or should I make my own?

[BloodyMagpie]

Mikael Jokari Name: Mikael Jokari Race: Half-Elf Class 1: Unchained Monk (Scaled Fist) Class 2: Sorcerer (Rime-Blooded) Intended Role: Melee tank, buffer/debuffer caster, occasional blaster, unfriendly face Alignment: Neutral Evil Crime: Piracy   Height: 6'5" | Weight: 230lbs Age: 24 | Skin: Pale Hair: Silver Eyes: Gold Physical Description:Tall and lanky, muscular without being built like an hulking brute. Strikingly handsome and makes every attempt to flaunt it. He is covered in a large number of tattoos, most of which he claims to have made himself (at least, the ones he could physically reach). Usual Attire:Mikhail prefers baggy, loose-fitting clothes that do not impede his ability to move around and frequently seem inadequate in colder climates. He frequently considers shirts to be an optional clothing choice and has no qualms against walking down a crowded street in little more than his trousers, boots, a headwrapping against the sun, and a few choice accessories.   Vain, prideful, and bullheaded. He's a hard worker who will more than pull his share of the load, but woe unto you if you fail to acknowledge his contributions when he does so. He can be a bully, especially to those who he feels have not been "fair" to him. He is also easily distractable by opportunities for fun, whether said fun involves drunken debauchery with one or more attractive individuals or "fun" of the cruel variety. The one thing he does respect, after a few, painful lessons at the hands of his former captain, is the chain of command, and one of his few virtues, such as it is, is an iron loyalty to his captain and crew (not that he has either at the moment).   An orphan from somewhere in the savage north. Whoever his parents originally where, Mikhail ended up a starving gutter rat in the great western port city of Farholde. Even as a child, his exotic good looks were enough to attract attention that a slave trader quietly taking on supplies before heading west out of Talingarde had him snatched up and added to his "stock". Unluckily for the slaver, a week out of Farholde his ship was set upon by a pirate ship in the open seas beyond the reach of Talingarde's Imperial Navy. Most of the slavers were killed in the attack, and Mikhail and the other slaves were given the choice of either joining the pirate crew or following the slaver corpses over the side of the ship. WIP   The 10 Minute Background is a tool to help you flesh out your character’s existence. This is optional. 5 Background and Concept Elements that you feel are important to your image of the character. These can be a concept overview, a list of important life events, a physical description, a personality profile...whatever you need to get an image in your mind. 5 is just a minimum...more elements are encouraged! 2 Goals for the Character. At least one of these goals should be one that the character has, while another should be one that you, as a player, want to see developed over the course of the game. 2 Secrets About Your Character. One is a secret the character knows, one is a secret that involves him but that he is not actually aware of yet. This will help me in creating plots that center around your character. 3 People That Are Tied to the Character. At least one of them is friendly to the character, and at least one is hostile. One of these characters should be tied to your character's Affiliation. 3 Memories, Mannerisms, or Quirks That Your Character Has. They don't have to be elaborate, but they should provide some context and flavor.

[Kshnik]

character Name: Pluck Flowers "of the Moon Reaper Family within the Night Walkers Clan" Race: Oversized Goblin Class1: Brawler Brawler (Snakebite striker) 1 | Fighter (Brawler) 3 Class2: Greenrunner Hunter (Spheres) Intended Role: Scout, Damage Dealer, Tank, Range Dealer, Backup Healer Crime: Murder Drawback: Helpless Traits: Big Ears (Goblin), Pocket Space (Magic), Crime (+1 dmg when flanking), Goblin Foolhardiness (Goblin) Flaws: Grudge Keeper, Wild Feats (From Flaws): Dodge, Double Slice Spheres: Athletics, Barrage, Beastmastery, Life, Protection, Scout   Appearance Pluck Flowers has a triangle face with sharp cheekbones, a strong large jaw line, and three knob-like horns poke out on his wide thin forehead. Incredibly long pointed ears, supporting multiple earrings, peak out of his briar-ish hair, that start at the top of head stretch out sideways. His beard and mustache, tied into multiple braids, also consist of the same reddish brown shrubbery hair. He has reddish orange carnelian eyes that rest underneath thick arched hairless brows above his large bulbous nose with wide nostrils. His mouth is wide full of sharp pointy teeth in the front for tearing flesh and flat square teeth in the back for crunching bone. His short torso is overshadowed by elongated limbs with oversized hands and feet whose digits end in claws that enable him to scramble up and down trees. His skin is yellowish green marbled with flecks of orange. His sweat emits an aroma that combines vanilla and squash.   Clan The crescent moon and the solar eclipse are the most important nights for the Night Walker clan, thus their sigil is a representation of both. Each family within the clan has their own colors and images of the crescent moon over the sun. The clan and families mark their belongings and themselves with their family image. There are 15 families within the clan. Each family has roughly four hundred members. Individuals within the Night Walkers are taught to see family first, clan second and themselves last. These values make the clan more on the lawful side over normal goblin clans being more chaotic in nature. The Night Walkers are run by a coven of Mothers. Individual families are run by their Mother. The Mother is chosen from a variety of factors. Once The Mother is determined she stays head of the family until she can no longer have children. Other goblin clans call the Night Walkers ‘floaters’ due to the migration, and mode of travel, the clan takes every year. Two thirds of the families, determined by the Coven, travel away from the clan territories every spring and return before winter following the migration of herd animals. Families travel in poorly made wagons made from skiffs to allow the families to travel on water when needed. Even within their own territory the Night Walker Clan are on the move cleaning out the area of edible food before moving on. Within the Moon Reaper sigil you see two lines parallel to each other and belongs to an individual within the family. These lines represent the arrow and sword, again each family’s image of these is unique, and signals to others that the bearer is one of the family's Pluggers. A Plugger is an individual who follows the clan first, family second, and individual third. They move between the families furthering the clans interest and acting as the judge, jury and executioner. The Pluggers are also the diplomat for the clan and can be found through out the region meeting with officials from the other goblin clans and races. Each family has the same number of Pluggers. Even though Pluggers are suppose to support the Clan over the family their support structure is from the family thus they represent the family's cause within and outside of the clan. This scenario has causes many internal battles between the Pluggers.   Background Pluck Flowers was the fourteenth child of Mother of the Moon Reaper family thus keeping the Mothers reign for another year. For eight crescent moons he was spoiled until Mother discovered she was pregnant again, at which point, he was moved to the wagon pens with the other children of his age. On the bright side, this time of plenty made him bigger and stronger than the other goblins allowing him to take what he wanted. He killed his first goblin at the age of three; bashed his victim’s head with a rock while he slept. This provided him and his pen-mates ample food for a bit of time. Pluck Flowers stole his first dogslicer off a passed out warrior when he was four knowing it was an important tool for survival. Pluck Flowers began to watch warriors of his family as they trained and began to copy their movements. A dwarven slave spotted him training and soon an agreement was made. The slave would train him if he would take action against any goblins that caused the dwarf grief. The dogslicer and training allowed Pluck Flowers to take on older goblin children and he made his first kill with it at the age of six. The next winter was lean and his trainer eventually became a meal. However, Pluck Flowers learned that slaves have skills sets that could benefit him. Every new slave his family acquired Pluck Flowers would seek them out. At the age of nine, Pluck Flowers, provided support for a potential new Mother, his Mother having gone barren, and upon her nomination, as per agreement, began training as a Plugger. By the time he reached twelve, and a timely death, Pluck Flowers was initiated into the Pluggers society.   Personality Pluck Flowers understands and supports that his clan and family power structure is a matriarch and figured that the freedom and power he desired would only arrive in the role as a Plugger. Since taking on the role of a Plugger, Pluck Flowers has learned that goblins are not taken as serious as the sturdier races. He believes it’s his destiny to reverse this notion. He has seen how other goblin clans live, poorly organized, lack of planning and mainly stationary. Pluck Flowers does not understand how they don’t follow the ways of the Night Walkers. Pluck Flowers feels it’s his job to show other goblins that the Night Walkers Clan is how all goblins should live. Pluck Flowers will be harder on goblins from other clans than those from other races. Unlike most goblins Pluck Flowers is reluctant to break rules. He feels his words are what defines him and will make every attempt to keep them. This belief also keeps Pluck Flowers quiet and his words to a minimum. Unfortunately Pluck Flowers is a goblin and his goblins nature gets in his way; he can be messy, impulsive, and spiteful. Pluck Flowers is also a bit paranoid, as a Plugger, an authoritative figure, he has to be ready for attempts from other goblins to remove him for their advancement. Pluck Flowers sees and approaches politics and battle similarly; stealthily attack from range, observe, move, re-attack and if the situation appears advantageous close in to melee to finish off his foe face to face. Let them see who orchestrated their demise   Gospel of Pluck Ghost'es has three choices upon release: First: If tricked the ghost'es may end up in a host serving one of the gods. Second: The ghost'es may find another host, a whelp-ling, that can contain it. Third: If ghost'es has fulfilled its purpose it is free of containment from the physical world. Not good. All life hosts ghost'es. Pluck views the releasing of a ghost'es as a great celebration. Death is not release . Not until the body has been fully consumed or reverted to dust will the ghost'es be free. Getting eaten alive releases ghost'es the quickest. Screaming in death helps in the release of the ghost'es. Fire is the greatest consumer. Dying alive in a fire is a great honor and guarantees the body is fully consumed and the ghost'es has a better chance to get a stronger vessel in the next life. Acid also works but it doesn't feed like fire. Yet, acid does make them scream. Bodies buried retain their ghost'es. If an individual from another race is caught on fire and eaten by a goblin their ghost'es has the honor of finding a whelp-lings body to house in its next life. Ghost'es is neither male or female. Some hosts support two ghost'es;that individual is a blessing. There are times for goblins to be idle and times to be focused; An idle goblin is a temperamental and destructive goblin. A focused goblin is a calm goblin. A focused goblin is singing and crafting. Crafting is important. Crafting from flotsam is better. A goblin who talks too long is attempting to take control. Don’t boast it makes others think you want to be the leader Showing off is bad etiquette as it seen as a statement of dominance. Ridicule those who break etiquette until they make up for their wrong Misleading each other with false facts is good. Do what is necessary to keep your possessions, they are needed for survival, and secure your status Ends justify the means No such thing as good or evil just agree or disagree. Written words are forbidden as they can take hold of your spirit. Musical notes are not considered a form of written communication. Eating is taken very seriously; eat very fast Goblins need flesh. It is an addiction. Blowing nose in public is acceptable Clean teeth in public is acceptable and “required”   Talingarde The sun began to peek over the far distance mountains forcing the night to retreat as Pluck Flowers, pushing a cart, watched leaves chased each other across the path like squirrels. I wished a few squirrels would appear. I could use some fresh food he thought as his breath rose above his head. The sun may have beat back the night but it is going to have a tougher battle with this cold air. The squeaking of wagon wheels that followed him was a continued source of frustration. Stealth was an important role in everything he did and any sound no matter how trivial could bring danger or warn food sources. Squirrels. . Sadly Pluck Flowers had no grease left to silence the cart but his destination was not that far away. A few more hills As he reached the top, providing a distanced look of the land, Pluck Flowers could see another cart resting. A single goblin could be seen leaning against the cart while others relaxed on the ground. A few more breathes and Pluck Flowers realized the goblins on the ground were not resting. A couple more breathes and he was able to make out the leaning goblin; his mentor and supervisor. Doesn’t Like Eat Dwarf Pluck Flowers yelled gaining the attention of the well-known and feared Plugger. Pluck Flowers eyes were scanning the terrain as his head moved left to right and back left. The goblin lifted his head slowly, held it for a few heartbeats, and waved a hand, before returning to its previous stance. Pluck Flowers and cart continued to gain ground towards the goblin and a more revealing picture arose. The goblins on the ground were warriors from his family. Confused Pluck Flowers slide his bow off his shoulder and pulled out three arrows, each gripped between different fingers. Pluck, seeing that he was within thirty steps from the other, stopped. What goes here? he asked sharply, bringing an arrow up to his cheek. Doesn’t Like Eat Dwarf lift his head, a few arrows protruding from his form, rasped Coven… Coven decided Pluggers needed no more. Pluggers a risk to Covens power. Ordered all Pluggers to die. Picks Worms From Ground already dead. You and I last ones. Pluck Flowers mind raced with the news no coven support, no Mother support, no Family or Clan panic began to rise from within. Pluck Flowers whistled, something he did when nervous, and began to circle the cart around. Where we go? What we do? he stammered to Doesn’t like Eat Dwarf. Talingarde was the reply. Pluck Flowers nodded Smart. He whistled again as he was now next to Doesn’t Like Eat Dwarf. A sound, well, multiple sounds of dogs braying in the distanced could be heard. Pluck Flowers returned the arrows to his quiver and slide his bow over his shoulder. Looks like more come. Can you fight? Pluck Flowers asked. Doesn’t Like Eat Dwarf shook his head and raised his right hand Used all me spells on them as he gestured towards the dead. Pluck Flowers moved towards the goblin, with his left hand, reached under the others right armpit and lifted, providing support for the other to stand. Talingarde it is. Doesn’t Like Eat Dwarf smiled at Pluck Flowers. Ow His smile disappeared as he looked down. Steam began to rise. Why? asked Doesn’t Like Eat Dwarf. Pluck Flowers pulled out the blade from the goblins chest Talingarde may only want one Plugger. Pluck Flowers released the goblin allowing him to fall to the ground. The dogs brayed again. Pluck Flowers did a quick search over the other Pluggers equipment. Removed the selected items from his mentors cart and loaded it onto his. Pluck Flowers quickly moved to each warrior, searching for loot, dumping what was valuable into the back of his cart. Once done Pluck Flowers whistle again as he pushed the cart Talingarde he stated out loud.   Link to Burr;Animal Companion   Animal Companion Digmaul (See through companions eyes if less than a mile away) The sharp intake of breath followed by the sound of whispering alerted the folks around the cell of a change ssssh… now don’t be like that Burr.. Maybe they not be like the others… I know, I know…now don’t you be worried. the sound of hand slapping on, what some may recognize as a thigh, is heard and more whispering you need to be going the other way. That way won't work As the figure sitting in the shadows growled, whether or not consciously, or subconsciously, depended on the individual, caused hands to close up in fists upon recognition that it was the goblin making the sound. The goblins' eyes appeared to be blank as if he was now blind. The goblins eyes blinked and then came back to normal as he recognized how agitated his cell mates have become Now, now, we be meaning yah no harm. the goblin eyes blinked again as he spoke to those in the room. Yah wouldn’t believe how many rocks, bolts and, would yah believe even food stuff have been thrown, or shot, at us. the goblin continued in its high pitch voice but you bunch look a bit more intelligent than the others. The goblins' eyes blinked again and they once more appeared to the eyes of a blind person. The goblin stating again in the high pitched sound as if talking to someone Ya better find a right path to the prison and keep ya grumbling to ya self. I wont be having it. You hear! The goblin kept mumbling, or was it grumbling, Need to help me find a way out or me head will be falling off me shoulder. Me body be buried and me ghost'se won't find a whelpling for a long time. The goblin lifted its head, his eyes blinking again, now back to normal, look around at the those in the cell as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

[LeoByron]

Originally Posted by Sirviantis

I'm considering a religious character, do you have a list of deities for use in this setting? Or should I just assume Golarion? Or, or, or should I make my own?

Asmodeus would be the best choice.

[Seekr34]

Name: Jegan
Race: Fetchling (Kayal)
Class Side 1: Rogue (Unchaiined)
Class Side 2: Ranger (Dusk Stalker)
Intended Role: Damage Dealer, Skill Monkey, Scout
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Crime: Forgery
Height: 5'8" tall | Weight: 102 pounds
Age: 25 | Skin: Deep Black
Hair: Stark white, shoulder length
Eyes: Pupilless and glow a luminescent shade of greenish yellow
Usual Attire: Black and Green
Physical Description: He looks unnaturally lithe, looking almost fragile for a human, except that if he is human, he is a very strange one, with dark black skin and stark white hair with a small goatee, looking grayish. His eyes have no pupil, with a glowing greenish yellow eye color. Dressed in black and green, he looks like he belongs in the shadows, be it in a city or a dark forest. With a bow at his back, a sword at his hip and a dagger sheathed at each thigh and rib, he is well armed and looks like he can handle himself, even when looking thin like a rail.

Personality: He hates to be called a fetching, preferring to be called a Kayal, from the language of Aklo, found in the Darklands, which means Shadow people or Dusk dwellers. Other than that, he gets along with others just fine, as long as they treat him fairly. Although different races have a different reaction to him, he learned from his homeland that not being violent and being servile flatterer, although it’s not as easy here on the material plane.

Background: Born and raised in the Shadow Plane, there was always danger lurking. As he gotten older he became an adventurer and like many of his kind, he traveled to the Material Plane, which gave him more freedom and trading opportunities between the two planes.

With his ability to blend into the shadows, he made a good rogue and he also travel through the forest and he felt at home there as well, and became a ranger.

He had some problems and now and then but they were minor compared to the dangers in his home plane. That is until that one fateful day, He had helped with some shipment and there was a problem and needed a verification. Usually, it always got handled, but this time there was a major problem, and it would set things back at least a week or so and it couldn’t wait that long, so Jegan forged a letter of the verification that was needed. They were allowed to precede on their way, but when they reached their destination, there were some guards, and he was arrested. As he sat behind bars, he found that he would spend life at the salt mines. This was the worst spot he ever was in.

RP Example: During the night, Jegan took his turn to watch. It was the last night before they reach their destination tomorrow. As he scanned the area, a form appeared from nowhere, he stepped back and saw that it was a succubus, and he froze.

“Fear not mortal, I have been sent from Nocticula.”

“Nocticula?” His eyes rose. “How does want me to serve her?”

The demoness then sighed. “You are now to follow and worship Asmodeus, at least for now.”

“What? But why? Am I no longer worthy of her?”

“Yes, you are, but what went between them, I know not, I only know of the message that she gave me.” She then held her hand up to hold his words. “Asmodeus is very powerful, much more powerful than Nocticula, and it is not wise to disagree with him on most accounts, and to go against him is suicidal.”

The fetchling lowered is head, then raised it again. “Any idea why I need to follow him?”

“You made an error, but don’t ask me what, I do not know, I just know it was an error you had made, and Asmodeus will be at your side when your time comes, which will be soon.” She then flew up towards the dark sky. “Remember, to stay alive, change your allegiance to Asmodeus, at least as I said, for the time being.” She then suddenly disappeared.

“Wait!” Jegan watched her disappeared and he had more questions, the most important one, was what error did he make? Yes, she said she didn’t know, but he didn’t believe that. Her kind couldn’t really be trusted.

The next day, when they reached their destination, he was arrested for forgery. He then wondered if Asmodeus knew of this, better yet, had a part of it. If the Demon Lord wanted him, it meant he had a mission for the fetchling. Things were not going well at all.

[Seekr34]

Never used the spheres before. Glanced at it, will have to read it again to see if I can understand it. Used the geslt thing once, but the game died a week later, so will have to study it again to understand it fully.

[mightymconeshot]

Gestalt is pretty straight forward. Basically you take the rest overlapping features (HD, Saves, Skill points) and can both classes class features. Hardest thing is casting gestalt characters.

[Squeak]

I’m really trying to resist this game… But evil characters are just too tempting. And looking at the other applications, it seems like they need a leader.

Zatrat Name: Zatrat Race: Kobold Class Side 1: Unchained Rogue (may change to bard) Class Side 2: Sorcerer (Draconic Bloodline) Intended Role: Face/Leader and Skill Monkey, with a focus on enchantment Alignment: Lawful Evil Crime: Fraud Height: 2’10" tall | Weight: 37 pounds Age: 14 | Scales: Rust colored Eyes: Orange Usual Attire: Robe when he can, loincloth or nekkid at times Physical Description: Small and slender even by the diminutive standards of his own race, Zatrat's appearance does little to inspire. His dirty green scales blend into the walls while a pair of long incisors cap off an unemotional resting frown. But for those that study the kobold closer notice something about his flame colored eyes. Within those could be seen a not-so-hidden strength of will and an intelligence that belied most of his race. Personality: Smaller than his clutchmates, it was amazing that Zatrat survived, much less thrived. But the kobold knew that power did not come from strength of arm, but from using those around you. Early on, he had learned discretion when dealing with those stronger than he was, to find out what motivated them. From there, it was a simple matter for him to wrap them around his finger. Zatrat is a natural leader who revels in exerting his authority over others. While he has a short temper, with little patience for stupidity, incompetence or insubordination, he is smart enough to hold his tongue when he feels a need. He has confidence in his abilities to the point of arrogance, but is not above kowtowing or even groveling to those in a position of power above him, but always with a promise to himself to get even with them when circumstances change. Background: With his natural abilities and gift of leadership, it took little time for Zatrat to organize a group of loyalists to take out the chieftain of his tribe and place him in a position of leadership. But leading a pack of kobolds was simply not enough for the ambitious kobold, he wanted more. So he looked east, towards civilized lands of Talingard. There he would make his mark, but first he needed to obtain the resources for his plan to come together. Bringing leaving his tribe in the not-so-capable hands of his second, he made his way towards the nearest city in Talingard. It took only a little effort and the help of an hat of human guiseenchanted cap for the talented kobold to establish himself among the merchant community. It was there he launched his plan to gather a flow of coin that would allow him to fund his plan to build an army. Roleplay Sample:

Description: A hooded cloak covers the dark green scales of the diminutive kobold. Wearing no armor and carrying only a simple knife at his belt, he is obviously little threat to anyone. Your mind begins to shift to other pursuits as you start to turn your head - and then you see his eyes.

The gemlike orbs seem to pierce through the thin veil of your body, exposing your very soul. There is an understanding in those eyes, as if he could read your very thoughts, as if he felt your pain. You feel drawn to him, as if he held the answers to questions you have yet to think of.

[Kshnik]

Kobolds are the best leaders!

[Fyre2387]

Still a WIP; but this is the idea I’m working on:

Zell Nixti Name: Zell Nixti Race: Tiefling (Hellspawn) Class 1: Cleric of Asmodeus (Ecclesitheurge) Class 2: Unchained Monk Intended Role: Damage dealing, at range via magic and close in through monk action), secondarily some utility/buffing/debuffing Alignment: Lawful-Evil. Crime: Heresy

[Sirviantis]

I'll just come out here and day that I'm probably not going to be making an application after all. I've got quite enough games at the moment and I've got major choice paralysis to boot. Still it looks like it'll be a great game and I wish you all the most fun running through it.