[PF-1e] Assault on Origin

[Hoppitty]

Awesome! I'll update my above post as I add more details.

The gist of the build leans heavy on the heal skill, and I'll link to important feats, etc. Divine Herbalist (called Pei Zin Practitioner on AoN) gets a pseudo lay on hands ability; life oracle will have channel positive energy; and a combination of the Healer's Hands and Incredible Healer feats, to make treat deadly wounds take a full round action instead of an hour and heal more than 10hp more than 1/day per person. There's also Signature skill for the skill unlocks for Heal, which can recover ability damage, but using incredible healer would override it.

It's a lot of non-spell healing, so there's room for her to cast buffs like Blessings of Fervor, and crowd control like Greater Forbid Action. With her wrecker curse, even the Oracle's Burden spell gets a bit nastier than normal.

[Admin Dirk]

Originally Posted by LeoByron

Malifeek is a precious and unique snowflake but I needed a clear concise description that would convey at least the gist of what she can do. I thank you for your understanding

Lmao... Not sure about precious, but unique? Sure.

And she's more "dusty" than "snowflaky", but they are both a dry powdery material.

[droobles]

I guess I will try to make a bruiser and since I am here, could I request 5 feats from 3.5?

-combat focus
-combat awareness
-combat defense
-combat vigor
-combat stability

also, are martial contracts from spheres available?

[Hoppitty]

Updated quite a bit today. I think the fluff is finished! It's just the crunch left to go and a lot of that is just putting puzzle pieces into place. She won't have a lot of wealth to spend, and won't need much for equipment anyways.

[LeoByron]

Originally Posted by droobles

I guess I will try to make a bruiser and since I am here, could I request 5 feats from 3.5?

-combat focus
-combat awareness
-combat defense
-combat vigor
-combat stability

also, are martial contracts from spheres available?

A cursory search did not find any of the Feats you listed. It would be helpful to provide a source for the feats if not a link (I know 3.5 links might not be legal but a book and page number might help)

No martial contracts.

[droobles]

Originally Posted by LeoByron

A cursory search did not find any of the Feats you listed. It would be helpful to provide a source for the feats if not a link (I know 3.5 links might not be legal but a book and page number might help)

No martial contracts.

They are all from PHB2, page 87. I've been trying to make a fighter type without any magic or magic items (maybe even without any supernatural abilities - so no flight from athletics sphere or enhancement bonuses from barroom sphere) and those feats kinda fit theme. Mage Slayer feat chain are cool too, but spheres of might cover that.

[Hoppitty]

I added feats! And last post I forgot to link to my entry to show I'm ready for review... Sorry!

Here's Vasha Vix!

[Sirviantis]

Yirra the pale Name: Yirra the Pale Race: Githyanki Classes (Side 1): Oracle (Sphere Oracle and Augur) Classes (Side 2): Paladin (Avowed) Intended Role: Buffer, Debuffer, Face, Healer, Tank Alignment: LE Traits: Dim Seer, Born Healer Flaws: Loss of heritage, Divine Gestures   Yirra stands out among her race by virtue of her characteristically discoloured skin after an earlier brush with death at the hands of a mind flayer. Further scars from that encounter are found in small darker spots where its facial tendrills tried to claim her brains. Least obvious of her wounds are from where a tendrill broke her nose, leaving it permanently in a forward pointing position. To anyone capable of looking past those features however Yirra still looks like a Githyanki. She has the signature large, deepset black eyes though hers tend to have a hint of crimson to hers. They sit far beneath a pair of rather thick, arched brows almost permanently curled with contempt. These same emotions tend to be mirrored in her mouth, thin lips are stretched taut around muscles that hadn't smiled in years. The Githyanki carries herself as more important than she actually is. She doesn't walk, she strides. She doesn't ask, she commands. The same sense of urgency and imporance is copied into her clothing, preferring a military uniform if available or simple, manouvrable clothes if not. Even without fancy dress, Yirra's presence tends to make her look like she knows what she's doing with attitude and stance alone.   Anyone hoping for Yirra's appearance to alude to behaviour more pleasant than most githyanki would be sorely dissapointed. Such behaviour could be expected ofcourse. The pale dragonrider had spent her youth indoctrinated and then kept learning how she was a failure and a freak in every regard. It is then logical that she'd forge her personality into the facade of typical Githyanki en further fortify it with animosity to dissuade any onlookers from examining her closer. Mostly this social shield shows itself in racism towards the "lesser races", and contempt to any poor sod below her in military rank. At the same time however, Yirra tends to generally act like the ideal soldier, all the better not to attract attention to anyone who could have her executed on grounds of mental abberation. This visage is not without its toll, In truth Yirra is deeply lonely. While she doesn't quite see it herself, all she's been looking for in her life is friends like those she had in her youth. She often finds herself reminiscing about her youth, though strangers wouldn't often know what the thoughts that bring a smile to Yirra's lips are. She's convinced herself that her impersonable nature is a means of respecting the memories of her clutch, but deeply it's fear of anyone finding out her secrets. Yirra's reserved nature is a shame for the world around her, in her youth she was known for her loyalty and absolute tenaciousness. Thinking back, her sisters could doubtlessly recall moments where she's sacrificed her own life for theirs. While the oracle is oppertune enough to try and forge some new friendships, her uncertain nature has made her break her cold facade by emulating sheer professionalism and determination to the mission, be it exterminating mind flayers, piercing the veil or even conquest in the material plane. Perhaps she's overdoes it in this regard, as her devotion to the Githyanki and Gith herself goes absurdly deep, even by Githyanki standards. Still, those comments were hardly complaints. The young telekinetic keeps her team safe, even at great personal risk.   From birth Yirra was no one special. She grew up on the prime material as so many of her kind and grew and learned quickly, her caregivers had no patience for anything beyond exellence. The only features by which she set herself apart were her lacking talents when it came to psionics, her absolute disregard for that particular shortcoming and her fascination with Gith. She worked harder than any other to the point of eschewing her martial studies to further enhance her mental prowess. This to the point of risking her own life in training exercises as she favored her unreliable telekinetic capabilities over swordplay. The idealistic approach to combat left behind a very unfortunate impression on her caretakers, though her peers were a bit more inspired by the practice. It helped that Yirra was examplary in her devotion to their safety, helping her struggling siblings realise their fullest potential and sparing them when the chance presented itself. When it came time for the group to prove their worth, this close sibling bond would be what saved her life: The rite of passage is an Illithid hunt, and while Yirra was focussing on holding one of the abominations secured, she left herself open to a counterattack. As Illithid tentacles bored through her nose, adrenaline rushed through her veins, fortifying her telekinetic grip and crushing one of the mind flayers. That wouldn't help her though, it was one of her brothers that shoved a sword through the back of her would-be parasite, but not without also maiming Yirra. After the battle the young psionic lay dying on the rocky floor, and her companions had her brought along towards the astral plane to win the time for a proper resurrection. The caretakers didn't argue, didn't care for the fresh corpse of a failure, and so they brought it along. The intentions were the best, but unfortunately it made it all the more difficult for Yirra's soul to find its way back to her body and only bought time for a half-forgotten half-shredded Illithid tadpole to begin regenerating and then ceremorphosis. The regeneration was held back by the plane prohibiting natural healing, and while some latent restorative energies were present, the parasite would never achieve full, proper ceremorphosis before Yirra's soul could return and crushed it in a burst of psionic power. The eventual results of this chapter in her life were quite some facial features marking her as abberant and years of nightmares and half-remembered happenings of her time spent dead. Still, once she finally awoke, the Githyanki had technically slain an Illithid, and that meant she was now an adult. Her time as an adult was no better though, anyone who didn't have a reason to shun her need look no further than her face to find one. In all honesty, she was never certain about how much of the Illithid she'd actually slain, how much she brought back as she was resurrected. Whatever the origin, the Githyanki's thoughts were constantly challenged by a new internal voice. She was eventually relegated to the worker caste, a fate Yirra saw as worse than death and not one she would content herself with. On the next Illithid hunt Yirra volunteered to come along, she saw a second chance to prove her worth or die trying. As before she gave preference to her telekinetic streak, only she found it much more effective this time. She still struggled, but as soon as she set her mind to a bludgeoning strike, she'd feel a sort of echo striking her targets harder than she ever had. With this, Yirra found herself a significantly more imposing combatant, and the hunt turned into a slaughter. With one pack dead, it was time for interrogation, to learn of any other nearby hives to eliminate. But the captive wouldn't speak. It wasn't until Yirra wrought her frustration by amputating the abberation's tentacles that she learned something. The creature was writhing in pain as its thoughts poured into her head. She revealed another colony not far. She told her allies, but their reports of what happened bode ill for the young Gith. She was sent back to the astral plane, back to tend the fungi that fed her expedition and so many others for a long life of service. Still harried by the endless nagging voice that continuously bothered her, Yirra spent the salary of her latest hunt on a circlet to fortify her mind against outside influences. This worked to ease the pressure the voice was putting on her. Years later, a second hunting party excavated these same caves where Yirra had gone, the Illithid menace had returned. This time the expeditionary crew were better prepared, and could last longer on their mission. The strike team returned decimated, but succesful in the extermination of several collonies. On their return, Yirra heard that the collonies were found exactly where she'd predicted them to be. It took a while for her to find earlier accounts for her predictions, but when she did Yirra would show the tribe's leaders. Finally she was elevated from her farmer's position to the oracular sect. Much like everything in Yirra's life until this point however, things never went well for long. There are scant few secrets one can keep in the Senja'si prophetic caste, and the bigger they were the quicker they were done away with. It was one of Yirra's colleagues, one who she trusted enough with the secret of her mental echoes, who'd work out the truth: Part of the mind of the Illithid who almost killed her in her initiation still lingered in Yirra. The diviner wasn't cruel enough to sentence her to execution though, he merely intended to help her get rid of the mental intruder. After months spent tied to an operating table the man made the mistake of looking her in the eye, and Yirra made great use of the oppertunity. She used a geas to have him free her, another to convince him that he was stealing from her, and finally implanted false memories. The whole telepathic assault left her "doctor's" mind in shambles. Yirra felt conflicted about her acts, but didn't have the luxury of time to process the trauma. She forced herself to decide that this was the Gith way: She'd conquered the Illithid, made it into her mind-slave, and was all the better for it. It was her right to murder the man if she saw fit, his dulled mind was a mercy. Despite whatever justification she might've offered though, in the Senja'si, it was a matter of time before her secret was outed again, The seer knew she couldn't stay here. It was a matter of convenience that brought Yirra to join the dragonrider sect. An old hatchling had gone a thousand years on the astral without a rider on account of its violent tendencies, and Yirra thought she could either tame it, or forcibly passify it. Ultimately, she'd succeed in the latter and join the dragonriders. She remained in this caste for quite a while, having finally made her way into a position to bring glory to her godess and find another taste of that forged-in-battle bloodbond that she hasn't had since her youth. For years she raided the Limbo and the prime material, ridding the world of both passifist Githzerai and wicked Illithid. She would set herself apart as an elite soldier by fact that on all her sorties her entire team returned alive each time. Eventually her leaders took note of her legendary track record and she was conscripted into the Va'Dok'thra, to ensure succes.   It was always difficult to tell the time in the underdark, and that made planning difficult to say the least. Of all the wonders in Githyanki culture, peerless devotion to conquest and liberation from the Illithid menace were thorns in Yirra's side as often as they were boons. Currently however they were more of a drawback than anything else. They'd marched for what felt like hours, traversing one blasted cavern after another. The trail was worse on Yirra in particular though, she was made to scry, read and predict their path to their prey. She was tired and noticed herself getting slow, mentally and physically. The healer's breath felt dry in her throat, airborne debris stung in her lungs and made the whole trek even less enjoyable. "Hold," she whispered in objection to the trek. The group stopped under the assumption that she'd noticed something, pried something loose from the tapestry of fate. One cared enough to confirm, in a harsh tone the group's captain inquired: "What is it." He'd whispered, as was modus operandi in hostile territory, but beyond that it was a command rather than a question and Trillith's patience was as low as his volume. Yirra forced herself to swallow, it didn't help much but made vocalising feel just a bit less like torture. Trillith took it as a sign of weakness and disobedience though. Immediately he snapped: "Well? Are we almost there?" The seer hated when he did that, but it had only been more common these last few hours. "No," Yirra reported, "There's still some... nine hours of trekking until we find them." The Sarth's face contorted at this information, he looked around the barren and irregular cave walls in the dim light as if looking for something. After he was satisfied the man demanded: "Then why are we stopping, seer?" As Yirra had now turned around, she had a good look at the soldiers behind them. Despite the faltering light, the tired and similarly pained looks weren't tough to spot from behind him. It was only added strength to her motion of rest: "The soldiers are tired, we've spent six sunrods since we enterred these caves and spent hours on the wing before. People need rest and this is like as not to be the last safest place to have it." This brought more than a bit of irritation to the Sarth's face, wrinkles appeared on the man's upturned nose and brow. The skin around his dark eyes closed them into slits staring daggers at the seer. "You mean to imply that my soldiers would do sit around a fire than rid the world of this vermin?" An insult, and one that had quite an effect on the soldiers behind the ruthless Sarth. Similarly they grew visibly annoyed, The captain looked over his shoulder and back at Yirra before spitting: "If you want to rest, rest, but I doubt they'll wait for you. Might be the last rest you ever take." Once again, Yirra waited a moment too long, only to be rudely corrected by her company's captain shoved her back with a single word: "Move!" More to himself than anyone else the man added: "Twelve sorties all come back quickest, and this is what they stick me with?" The rejection worked on a moral dilemma Yirra was having: Yes, these Illithid need to be destroyed, but does that go above taking care of our men? Do soldiers not need the same care as a weapon. She decided to turn about again, much to the annoyment of their leader, and looked him in the eye. "Quickest to return from your expeditions, aye?" she asked, without any manner of ettiquette. After leaving barely enough time to answer she continued: "I've never lead a hunt, but I've also never returned from a hunt with a corpse. I'm a new member of your team, Vass'ra and T'gar joined just before that mission. Who will you sacrifice today for the sake of your ego?" She'd put perhaps a bit too much effort into that suggestion, her eyes turned white for a moment and a telepathic suggestion whispered from them, Go on. Trillith looked like he was about to burst a vein, but he did as he was bid. Immediately he started blurting out names: "T'gar, wonder he hasn't given away our position with that noise yet. Seigong, 'dull as his blade and bright as these caverns. And most of all, you..." The man didn't get the time to finish that statement. From below his chest a sword stuck out, T'gar's. The soldier simply remarked: "Never did like him."

[triedtherest]

The Application for Soo-d'Anym is done as well now.

[LeoByron]

Originally Posted by droobles

I guess I will try to make a bruiser and since I am here, could I request 5 feats from 3.5?

-combat focus
-combat awareness
-combat defense
-combat vigor
-combat stability

also, are martial contracts from spheres available?

Ok so after going over the Combat Form Feats, I don't see anything inherently egregious with it. I will allow them with the following caveat: If you progress in any class or gain any Feats which allow you to gain a Martial Focus as described in Spheres of Might, you cannot also have access to any Combat Form Feats.

[LeoByron]

I have updated the applicants table. Please let me know if I missed anything.

[LeoByron]

@Triedtherest:

[LeoByron]

@CatCanCook:

[Sirviantis]

These random pictures have me mighty curious. Is it review related?

Also, can we talk about how triedtherest's character's name is literally pseudonym? That's really clever!

[LeoByron]

I was just playing around with Bing AI and thought these were cool. No relation to reviews of any kind.

I noticed the name heh