[PF-1e] Assault on Origin

[Admin Dirk]

Could I reapply with Malifeek?

[LeoByron]

Originally Posted by Admin Dirk

Could I reapply with Malifeek?

Of course!

[WantGame]

Pagath'a WiP Name: Pagath'a Race: Githyanki Classes (Side 1): Shifter ( Elemental Scion ) 2 / Sage ( Battleshifter / Votary ) 8 Classes (Side 2): Incantor ( Frostweaver ) 10 Theme: Ice Based Wuxia Force of Nature Intended Role: Blaster and Beat Stick with a side helping of Heal and Scout Alignment: Lawful Neutral (Evil Tendencies) Traits: Defensive Strategist, Magical Lineage(Destructive Blast) Flaws: Frail, Shaky   Height: 5'3" | Weight: 108 lbs Age: 24 (134 chronological) Skin: Yellow Hair: Black Eyes: Gold Appearance: Thin, short and youthful, on first glance Pagath'a is sometimes mistaken for an older child rather than a young adult Githyanki. While this might cause some issues for her, a careful observer will note her predatory stare and way of carrying herself, and usually check themselves before they potentially bite off more than they can chew. Pagath'a dresses in an understated fashion... for a Githyanki. Typically she wears white clothes set off by a golden torc with a single large sapphire set in it. Along with this Pagath'a has an extensive ring collection which she changes out depending on social setting and her mood.   Raggamuffin, scum vermin, weak, slave food. . . Being short, light and not particularly strong is acceptable if you are a wizard or a psionist. If not, and also placing abysmally in tests, then its called being Pagath'a. A late bloomer power wise, she spent most of her youth dodging slave gangers, authorities and general misfortune along with a gang of similarly youthful, mostly Githyanki, societal rejects as she was not accepted by any guild, clan or organization. Where things might have gone for Pagath'a if their astral town had not been invaded by mindflayers is unknown, but the probability of a poor outcome would be high given her life's trajectory. Instead, the stress of the invasion and imminent threat to life caused her latent sphere abilities to finally bloom. Using the power of the elements, she and her ragtag allies managed to ambush several small raiding parties of invaders mostly successfully. While certainly not battle turning by any stretch of the imagination, it was noted by an operative for the Tal'stan Order of Gish for later follow up. And so, several months later, Pagath'a found herself as a new recruit in the organization and from there her life took a very positive turn indeed. It was not easy of course, but with effort, and finally realized ability, Pagath'a made rapid strides in Githyanki society. Since the Tal'stan were focused on raiding and infiltration of foreign enemies of the Githyanki, it was easy enough for her to have a safe outlet for her lingering resentment, as well as providing a source of wealth and experiences she heretofore had not ever even imagined was possible. Once her training was completed and Pagath'a achieved successes in several "easy" missions, it was time to take the training wheels off and make a stab at the big leagues. As a reward, she was volunteered for the Va'Dok'thra for the assault on Origin. As far as she was concerned it would be a good test of her abilities and might meaningfully advance the Githyanki cause. That it would also advance the Tal'stan Order and, of course, herself was just icing on the cake.   Pagath'a is a direct and somewhat reserved person, at least at first. She follows an “orders are orders” philosophy of life and expects the same from those around her. In her view things are just easier that way, and why would she even think about rocking the boat that was finally headed in a good direction for her in any event. She is smart, observant, and frequently thinks before she acts. However, Pagath'a is not very curious at all if there is no need to be. All of which are traits her superiors appreciate, and which have helped her advanced in Githyanki society. Despite all that, she is not an automaton. She is a lover of things of beauty in general and sometimes becomes emotional over them. She also has a rather sharp tongue backed by sarcastic wit which she has no problems at all showing to those she has established a relationship with. Pagath'a's rags to riches life story has had a strong influence in whom she has become. Her early struggles left have led her to be more results oriented, less selfish, and more open minded than most Githyanki. But they have also given her an inferiority complex, deep seated anger, and a certain degree an emotional detachment when it comes to living, thinking beings. Her later successes in life have given her both a bit of an ego, and the habit of playing with her 'food' if she feels she is superior. Regardless if Pagath'a has learned one lesson in life so far, it is that power is the key to success. So, she has over compensated in training herself in seeking to eliminate past weaknesses, as well as become rather dedicated to quietly acquiring all the power she can.   Trial's of the Tal'stan Order of Gish “You can not exit this door until time has run out.” . . . The proctors' warning echoed in her mind as well it should. Pagath'a eyes moved from the three remaining Githyanki seated around the table with her towards the other side of the windowless stone room where the sand clock relentlessly clicked off time, and then back again. B'elan had already tried leaving the testing room almost a day? ago. The empty chair across from her was silent testament to her lack of presence. The still wet blood stain in front of the stout wooden door vouched for her lack of success. Click... Click... Click... Besides herself that left R'a'n and Xolas, both imposing males with traditional great swords by their sides, and Far'rer who was a female that gave the appearance of a monk, wizard or rogue. They had all been silent since shortly after B'elan had died and her body had been removed. By now all the trainees expected punishment for failure, but this was clearly going to be a cast iron witch of a test. B'elan had waited right by the door until the sand clock first ran out. She had opened it with a smile on her face which quickly turned to a look of pure horror as the sand clock magically refilled itself. In the seconds that followed no less than five large siege bolts, and several conjured chromatic orbs crackling with energy, had emerged from whatever dark area was beyond doorway and pierced her once living form. Several minutes later the robed proctors had entered the room and removed B'elan's body without comment. But the smell of charred flesh and sense of failure took many more hours to dissipate. Click. . . Click. . . Click. . . The clock was almost out again, and so they all looked grimly at it in the forlorn hope it would empty and the test would be over. And. . . No. . . The clock paused for the briefest of instants and was full again just as before. As an additional treat the room itself was now also plunged into absolute magical blackness that even her dark vision could not penetrate. How grand, she thought, as Xolas muttered a rather foul curse that they all doubtless agreed with. Click. . . Click. . . Click. . . Hmmm. Wait a minute. If there was magical darkness then. . . Magic had to be working again! That must have just changed as magic besides the clock had not worked in the room previously. Or had it? They had checked and confirmed its absence early on, but had not retested since then. Pagath'a was clearly not alone in this thought as Far'rer offered, “Magic works again. Would any care to try ritual teleportation?” A brief silence followed this but was soon broken by a chorus of dissent. Pagath'a thought about the chances that Far'rer could successfully pull off two hour ritual with inscribed sigils in the dark, use the wooden table as the source end, and gosh know what as a destination for her teleport, and chuckled to herself mentally. They were not even close to that desperate, yet. Click. . . Click. . . Click. . . R'a'n' said amid the sound of a scraping chair, “Fine. Lets stop time.” And then brusquely added, “Excuse me.", as more of an after thought than out of any politeness. Pagath'a had a good idea what was about but to transpire, and she was right. She heard shuffling steps next to her and felt the air from R'a'n passing behind her carefully as he presumably felt his way to the clock using the walls of the room R'a'n' then announced, “Swinging.” And the clanging that followed presumably was him laying into the clock. The clags continued until there was a sliding sound and Far'rer cursed and she shouted, “Watch it you oaf! Are you trying to kill me or the clock?” R'a'n answered, “I said swinging... The pommel bounced off the clock and I almost tripped. Next time move.” While Pagath'a sympathized with Far'rer in terms of surprise, she should indeed have moved given her proximity to the clock and the darkness. Either way though, the clock was still running and R'a'n's blows had not managed to 'run time out.' Not overly surprising really. That would have been too easy. Click. . . Click. . . Click. . . Maybe an hour or had gone by since R'a'n's attempt, and Pagath'a was beginning to worry. Those two had thrown a barb or two at each other since then, and hunger and thirst were not helping anyone's disposition here on the material planes either. Add in that one could parse the proctor's instructions several ways. One way was that “you” was plural, and thus this was a last man standing affair. Very unusual for the Tal'stan order, but unfortunately not unheard of in their tests. The question was how long would it take for the others to parse the same line of reasoning? And then how long before they chose to act on it? Tensions were clearly mounting, and this darkness would only make it build all the faster over time. Click. . . Click. . . Click. . . Pagath'a determined that her best bet was going to be making a break for it. Another 'day' had to be approaching fast and that meant that the various restrictions on the room might change and probably not for the better. Meaning magic might not work again, the air might be cut off, or even worse. When you add into the mix that either Far'rer or R'a'n was going to push the other too far sooner or later, it was clear she had to try something now if she could. To Pagath'a it was also clear that the test logically had to have a solution, well at least one really... And, that the wording the proctors' used was odd. “You can not exit this door.” That was not 'you can not exit this room', but rather the door. An odd but potentially interesting turn of phrase to be sure and worth a shot. Pagath'a very quietly got out of her chair and felt her way toward the wash area in the room. She tried not to think about what she was about to try too much, but beggars couldn't be choosers. Xolas asked, “What are you doing... Pagath'a?” Well, she figured someone would notice despite her stealthy efforts. So She replied, “Using the facilities. Now don't you look.” Xolas just chuckled at the joke given the darkness. At least someone was still in a good frame of mind. Pagath'a focused her mind and slowly altered her form. It was not everyone that could turn themselves into a slime. And not everyone who would effectively force flush themselves down a used sewer drain either. Still, she had not lied. She was indeed using the facilities, just perhaps not like anyone expected. She was just thankful this facility had actual drains versus a night soil bucket. Probably an intentional part of the test? . . . A smelly and disheveled Pagath'a stood before a knight of the Tal'stan Order in the castle's sewer. There was no way a knight would be down here unless this was one of the ways they were expected to have passed the test. Knight, “Well, congratulations. You pass. Barely. Should I be expecting more to arrive like you did?” Pagath'a thought a bit about the risk of saving the others and replied, “I can bring the rest this way. But, I need to uh, go back through that. . .“ She replied as she looked with distaste at the sewer pipe she would need to re-traverse. Knight, “Well hope you make it before my shift ends in 30 minutes”, and said nothing else. Pagath'a got the message loud and clear. She had 30 minutes to go back up the pipe and bring the rest down before the next day cycle and the room's restrictions changed. If she left straight away she should have the time and mana to do the deed. Just. She saluted the knight and began to turn amorphous again. . .

[Admin Dirk]

Name: Malifeek the Jackal
Race: Githyanki
Classes (Side 1): Soulweaver
Classes (Side 2):
Intended Role: Debuffer, a bit of battlefield control, summoner
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Traits:
Flaws:

 

Malifeek is best described as the runt of the Githyanki litter. Standing just above 6' tall, she is too thin and gaunt to be a true warrior. Perhaps that is why she sought her calling elsewhere, in the occult arts, rather than the martial. Her mottled green skin is a bit too pale to be healthy, an affectation she cultivates for its effect. She typically wears grave shroud linens, wrapped with linen puttees to bind them tightly, to add to the effect of her deathly pale skin, and to emulate the Lich-Queen herself, to whom she is dedicated. Her cowl she keep pulled up to cover her head and face, and to disguise the scars, and her near missing ear, nearly torn off whilst she forgot her concentration during a late night summoning event. The cowl also helps hide a variety of facial tics exhibited by Malifeek, exhibited as she often struggles for control of her emotions, and himself.

Malifeek, although Va'Dok'thra and technically a free man, still wears a slave collar, a sign of submission to the Lich Queen, and her bargain with Her representatives. It reminds him that her life is not yet her own, and her will is bound to Her, first.

 

 

Malifeek is likely insane, and if not, is at least psychotic. Very much a loner, from being bullied and abused her early life, she has dedicated himself to the Lich-Queen, whom she believes has saved her life twice. Her devotion to Her is near fanatical, and tempered only by her own desire for violence and vengeance. By Her word, she has accepted the collar of a slave, and a life in the Va'Dok'thra, and by Her command, she has grudgingly come to accept her squadmates as equals and peers, and almost as trusted.

Malifeek acts with typical Githyanki morals and ethics, but she believes them to be mere trappings that She requires so that she can operate in society. Mal will never be invited to social functions, any more than you invite a rabid dog to a wedding. Vengeance and violence drive Malifeek, and so long as they are tempered by her vows to Gith and Her scions, she is nominally accepted into the Va'Dok'thra society, but tolerated only barely. The darkness that seethes in her eyes shines through, and her eerie focus can seem unnerving to most. Typically alone and aloof, she shuns most interactions, except those of her squadmates, and even with them, she is cool and reserved, because the conventions of normal interaction are foreign to him.

Her nickname, "the Jackal", was given by her squadmates, based on her behaviors. They claim that Mal shies away from fire; always sits alone, looks crazed, and laughs at inappropriate times and things, "like a jackal". Others claim that the name was given to him by her team when they found him gnawing the bones of a recently dead Githerazi prisoner, covered in blood and gore. Regardless, Mal accepts the appellation, and thrives under it. Acting feral tends to keep people from looking too closely at him, or interacting with him, which suits him perfectly in her endeavors.

 

Malifeek (Mal to those who know him, Feek to those on her squad that have learned to sleep with one eye open), was a street rat. Orphaned or abandoned as a child, she lived among the outcast of Githyanki society, the pickers and gleaners. In the most polite sense, she might have been a tinker: an itinerant craftsman that found and repaired broken trash, and sold it for a meager living. In actuality, she was a scavenger, a vulture. she lived on the edges of society, taking what she could, and stealing when she had to.

Her smaller size and lack of stature led him to become adept at hiding, even among the gleaners, for anything that was found by one was coveted by all, and taken by the strongest. Malifeek gravitated to living in an ancient cemetery, a graveyard, long abandoned and forgotten by polite society. Here, she could sleep, at least, without fear of robbery. And here, she found, theft was easier when your victims could not fight back. Slowly, she plundered the old graves and crypts of Githyanki dead, and sold the items she found for food and comforts. Soon, Malifeek expanded her operations, finding that fresh graves in the new cemeteries were easier to unearth, and more likely contained wealth than the bodies of those buried hundreds of years before.

And so, she extended her range, haunting the crypts and tombs of the entire city, and stealing from their newly interred. Eventually, she became so adept that she drew the attention of others, occultists, that were less interested in the trappings of the grave, and more in the occupants themselves. Mal found that necromancers would pay for bone fragments and graveflesh as much, or more, than the pawnsharks would pay for rings and pearls. And her business thrived, as did her reputation for daring and fearlessness. Malifeek was home among the dark and shadowy things that haunt the crypts, and feared little of them.

Unfortunately for the young Malifeek, a thriving commerce drew attention, and her did. One fateful night, a gang of rivals invaded the cemetery, and found Malifeek amidst her latest unearthing. Overpowering him, they stole everything, and in an attempt to take over her business, and cover their crimes, sealed him in the coffin with the current occupant, and buried him again.

It took Malifeek a week to get out. A week, locked in a small coffin with the dead, before she could must enough energy, strength, and magic to claw her way free. A week of utter darkness, of hunger and dehydration, of terror and mind-numbing horror. Luckily for Malifeek, if there was any luck at all, the body was freshly dead, and barely rotted, and the flesh and moisture within sustained him during her struggles to escape. What finally emerged from that grave was no longer the same man as had gone in, if indeed, it was a man at all. Malifeek had witnessed the horrors of death and violence that were deep within himself, and gave himself to them in her bid to escape. It is said, although Mal won't talk about the week, that she sold her soul to Gith and the Lich Queen for escape and vengeance, and that She heard her pleas, and granted her wish. It is also said, with much more evidence, that she lost her mind, and left her Githyanki instincts inside the grave with the rotting flesh of the corpse. Whatever the truth, the creature that emerged was bent and twisted, and full of a dark magic and desire for vengeance that only grew.

He vowed vengeance on those that had entrapped him, and with the new found darkness inside him powering her magic, she hunted them down. And then, she hunted their associates down. And then, their families. Over the next two years, a half dozen deaths blossomed into twenty four, all at the hands of Malifeek. The authorities cared little about the business, until Malifeek expanded her vengeance upon more upper class members of Gith society, those that pandered to and supported the thieves she exterminated. When the first of the middle class brokers died horribly, her body splayed and nailed to the door of her business, they became interested. After three more deaths, they closed in, and finally, captured Malifeek. It was in the darkness of the prison cells, while she awaited judgement, that the Lich Queen saved him again.

The Va'Dok'thra, always seeking recruits for the assault on Origin, discovered Malifeek's talents for haunting ruins, finding lost treasure, and her propensity for violence. Once again, a deal was struck, ther one more with the more mundane servants of the Lich-Queen. A collar, and the release from the dungeons, in exchange for her services as a hunter and slayer for the Va'Dok'thra. Ever practical, the Lich-Queen believed that a body dying in the dungeons was a waste of life, when the same body could die in the assault on Origin, and perhaps, accomplish something of value.

 

Malifeek sat on her heels, and tore into the food they provided. she played with it more than ate it, tearing it into pieces, before trying one bite here, then there. Like most everything, it tasted like ash, or pablum. Very little among the colorful living had flavor to him, anymore.

He sighed, and wished she could call a shadow to wrap around himself, or just be nearby. Food tasted better, and things looked better, when she had one of her special allies nearby. But she suspected that their current hosts might look rather askance at such a thing, as most did. Even Githyanki.

Back and forth, the words flowed over and around him, and something was being opened, and shown off, some type of gift.

"Making friendly." Zhanesh said, in answer to one of her few questions, and one of the hosts also spoke up, in apparent answer as well.


"Is gift to make smooth way for peoples. Show Gith good Athalonian goodses. Make peace, yes?"

The Jackal nodded to the creature, and grunted a thanks, then went back to tearing the unknown flesh off the bones. For some reason, it did taste slightly better, when she rendered it apart like that. she watched as Ri'vek examined the dagger, and then, suddenly, Talok pushed himself back from the table, and reached an unnaturally long appendage towards one of the hosts, before slamming it on the ground with a sudden crash.

Suddenly, the room was on edge, and Malifeek smiled. Ther, she could understand, even without the words. Tension, fright, unease and fear. The bit of flesh in her mouth warmed with flavor, and her black eyes darted back and forth, the words of a summons already on her lips.

Before she could do so, however, someone, or something, spoke words with power and authority.

"Hold your peace."

Malifeek tensed, but held her own spell, her ears cocked towards the speaker, as the figure moved into the room. Everyone seemed to slow down, and calm down, their fears dampening like moist wood tossed on a fire. The Jackal frowned, slightly, as the colors of the room slightly dimmed, and she twisted her mouth in a wry smile. Damnation, the fear was almost delicious, she thought, and swallowed the now tasteless morsel in her mouth. she listened, as the new creature spoke, and eyed it with an appraising look.

You, I like, she thought, and almost spoke aloud, but held her tongue when she was interrupted by Ri'vek.

Ri'vek spoke next, and issued more soothing balms, but Fau tossed accusations around like pepper over a cook pot, and stirred heavily, almost daring the undead thing to a challenge. And undead it was, Malifeek knew, for she could taste the black energy, slick, oily and familiar, in her mind. she tore another piece of meat from the bone in her hand, and suckled it slowly, enjoying the new flavor it now had.

Better than summoning my own, almost, she thought. Almost. I'll let the others deal with him, need be... and maybe add him to my menagerie when they do.

Then, she smiled, and waited, while the others stared and exchanged their glances. Yes, indeed. The tension is back, she thought. Nice. Tasty. Fear.

He brought the bone in her fingers up to her mouth, and with a small snap, cracked it in half, before carefully sucking the marrow from deep within. she looked around, her black eyes gleaming.

"Can I get some more of ther, please?," she asked one of the servants, and held up the remains of her plate. "It's suddenly, delicious."

[droobles]

My app is complete, but I am not sure how to put a link of the post.

[LeoByron]

Originally Posted by droobles

My app is complete, but I am not sure how to put a link of the post.

On a PC, you can highlight the text you want to apply a hyperlink to and press the "Insert Link" button. In the popup box, you copy the link you wish to direct clicks to.

On mobile it is a little more complicated since some applications don't handle secondary windows very well. On my Android it works. I click the "Insert Link Button and copy the link in the popup window. I then modify the text between the brackets for the word I want to show in the hyperlink.

You can also enter the code manually:

[url="www.linkyouwanttolinkto.com"]Name of the link that shows up[/URL]

I hope that helps, though I have already updated the applicant table.

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I have added the following text to the Spheres of Power Clarifications and Rulings section:

Originally Posted by Practitioner Modifier

Practitioner Modifiers

Ultimate Spheres of Power brought fundamental changes to how Casting Ability Modifiers worked and were changed to key off the character's Casting Tradition rather than having a specific stat assigned by each class. Spheres of Might has yet to release an Ultimate version, but their 5E addition implemented a similar system for their Key Ability. For this reason, Practitioner classes will no longer have a specific Stat assigned and will instead have all their relevant abilities key off the Practitioner Modifier selected with the Martial Tradition.

Blacksmiths, for example, will no longer automatically have Constitution as their Practitioner Modifier and will instead use the one dictated by the character's Martial Tradition. All Blacksmith abilities which were affected by the Constitution modifier will now be affected by the Practitioner Modifier selected with the Martial Tradition.

[WantGame]

That is a welcome and sensible spheres change.

[Begon Ugo]

Mṛtyu WIP Name: Mṛtyu Race: Githyanki Classes (Side 1): Striker 10 Classes (Side 2): Conscript 10 Intended Role: Tank, Damage Dealer Alignment: Lawful Evil Traits: Serpentine Squeeze and Bullied Flaws: Shaky   Height: 6'10| Weight: 270 lbs Age: Skin: Yellow Hair: None Eyes: Black Usual Attire: Attire Mṛtyu believes that to suffer brings you closer to that which is divine. With that in mind, he is rarely without his armor, knowing that at any moment he could be called into glorious battle. Much more muscled than the typical Githyanki, Mrtyu stands out already and so his armor is nondescript and purely utilitarian in nature.   Personality Mrtyu relishes battle and hand to hand combat with his enemies. He eschews weapons as much as possible, feeling that glory can only be earned in a battle of blood and muscle, tooth and fang. He despises those that hide behind magic and ranged weapons, seeing them as cowards at best. Compared to most Githyanki, Mrtyu is not the most learned or academic but that does not mean he is dull by any means. In conversation, he can be quite stoic, not given to emotional outbursts unless and until battle is joined.   Background Mrtyu is a warrior, nothing less and nothing more. Singled out for war at an early age due to his large size, he was initially a disappointment. He fumbled through his training, excelling at nothing until his gifts were accidentally revealed by his immediate superior. From that day onward, Mrtyu was put in the vanguard of Githyanki excursions. Mrtyu is seen as peculiar by his fellow warriors, an outcast in many respects. He has never worked as a true squad member before his new assignment. Up until now, he has been a caged beast released on the battlefield to create chaos on his own accord, with the rest of the Githyanki following closely behind. Now chosen for Va'Dok'thra, Mrtyu is eager to meet those he would fight beside.   Role Play Mrtyu stood silently, his eyes downcast as he was berated by his squad commander Dek'a'n. Yet again, the smaller Gith ridiculed the large warrior for his apparent uselessness. Apparently useless in melee combat, Mrtyu resembled a giant holding a child’s spoon when he held a weapon in his hand. He was clumsy… ungainly. As silly as it sounds, Mrtyu was then trained as a ranged combatant… the end result being worse than before. He was, as his commander was reminding him… useless. The muscular Mrtyu stood, his eyes downcast, his fist clenched into large fists as the vicious words fell upon him. “You are a disgrace… worth nothing but to be used as a sacrifice.” Dek'a'n poked Mrtyu hard in the chest and the large man slowly stared down into his abuser’s eyes as a smile crept onto his face. His hand darted in and grabbed Dek’a’n’s wrist and with a simple twist, the man’s arm was snapped like a twig. With a roar of pent-up anger, Mrtyu pulled the slight man closer and lifted him high into the air, spinning him in the process so that he was now upside down. Dek’a’n screamed in terror as he was slammed head first into the ground, with blood splattering results. Mrtyu laughed as his squad mates looked at their fallen commander, lying broken on the ground. As one they turned on Mrtyu and attacked, seeing it as their duty to do so. A few short minutes later, the training cadre appeared only to find Mrtyu standing in a room of crumpled bodies. “They will live,” he said in a deep rumbling voice. “He,” Mrtyu said pointing towards Dek’a’n, “will not.” Mrtyu stared at his blood covered hands and slowly nodded his head. He knew where his path would now lead… Gith had shown him the way.

[Admin Dirk]

Malifeek is ready

https://www.rpgcrossing.com/showthre...98#post9231998

[Admin Dirk]

Hey Leo... you mention this:
Characters must select the Oath of Loyalty, selecting Gith. See below for restrictions on Oaths and Boons.

But I miss seeing anything on restrictions on oaths and boons...

[LeoByron]

Originally Posted by Admin Dirk

Hey Leo... you mention this:
Characters must select the Oath of Loyalty, selecting Gith. See below for restrictions on Oaths and Boons.

But I miss seeing anything on restrictions on oaths and boons...

In the Homebrew Fieldset you will find the "Spheres of Power - Clarifications & Rulings" Spoilerbutton. In it you can find, near the bottom, the Oaths section:

Originally Posted by Oaths & Boons

Oaths

The following Oaths are BANNED:

• Oath Against Harm
• Oath of Wardenship

The Following Boons are BANNED.

• Immortality
• Renown

I forgot to close a list tag so it was messy, but it was there. I fixed it now.

[Admin Dirk]

Got it. I was looking for "oaths and boons"... didn't notice it there.

Old eyes.

I blame old eyes.

[ImperialProphet]

Originally Posted by LeoByron

I have added the following text to the Spheres of Power Clarifications and Rulings section:

With regards to this change, does this mean that any class (or no class, or just those that already could) can choose Constitution as its practitioner ability modifier?

[LeoByron]

Originally Posted by ImperialProphet

With regards to this change, does this mean that any class (or no class, or just those that already could) can choose Constitution as its practitioner ability modifier?

That was an example. It depends on the martial tradition. I should probably go over all of them and assign PAM's to them but I'll just let players choose. If you assign Constitution as your PAM, you use that stat for all abilities that use PAM.

[triedtherest]

Are you allowing Feats from 3.5?

I'm thinking specifically of the Lich Loved Feat (and by extension it's prerequisite, the Evil Brand Feat)