[PF-1e] Assault on Origin

[LeoByron]

I added it to a new applicant table.

[CatCanCook]

I added a variant build of Tymora with changes in red:

* Sorcerer 7 / Armiger 3
* Conscript 2 / U-Monk 2 / Antipaladin 3 / MageKnight 3

More tanky, less straight up damage dealing.

[LeoByron]

I have extended the deadline to Friday, May 5th 2023, 23h59 EDT. Probably a more reasonable deadline.

@CCC: I'll edit the table, thanks!

[Kshnik]

Been a while since I have played Pathfinder 1 Gesalt. Thinking the following if allowed and valid (will need to look into it):

Hunter (Feral)1/Ranger (Freebooter) 5/Brawler (Snake-biter) 1/Fighter (Brawler) 3
Sorcerer (Crossblooded) 1/ Magus (Eldritch Archer/Hexcrafter) 9

Havent played a Gith before so will need to research for background stuff.

[Admin Dirk]

I was going to protest and say that Malifeek really isn't a necromancer, then I looked again at everything, and... I think that's probably as fair an assessment as anything. That label may not fit perfectly, but like a robe, it covers pretty well.

So, carry on and find more people for the game.

[triedtherest]

If valid choices for the game, then I would like to apply with an Oracle (Shadow Mystery)/Ninja (Mask of the Whispering God Archetype).

[Unforgiven]

Insert Name Here Name: Qen'a'ath, First Watcher of the Void Race: Githyanki Female Classes (Side 1): Unchained Summoner 10 Classes (Side 2): Legendary Kineticist(Elemental Annihilator) 10 Intended Role: Arcane Blasta/summoner/melee dps Alignment: LE Traits: Reactionary, Indomitable faith Flaws: Blind, Frail   Height: 6' 9" | Weight: 169 lbs Age: 378 | Skin: Pale Grey Hair: Black Eyes: Black Usual Attire: Qen normally wears Black Full plate armor with a full mask inlaid with gems and gold intricacies, specifically having a crown of five gems that glow with a black light when she channels the void. She also wears a small buckler on one arm that has three black gems inlaid around a circular centerpiece. When sleeping, she simply wears robes made from spidersilk and a simple, blank metal mask upon her face. Her hair is black, and her skin a light grey, while the splotches on her skin have formed a most irregular pattern of swirls rather than spots. She wears no ear rings or decorations of any kind about her person, save for those inlaid into the magical items she uses on a regular basis in the line of her duty. Qen stands at just over 6'9" and weighs in at a measly 169 lbs. She is thin, even for a Gith, and barely eats anything at all, as she has travelled the astral plane for so long that she normally forgets one needs to eat when in the material realm, and has no real appetite to eat when she is there. She almost always wears her black, form fitting plate, which highlights her as an imposing figure with gems about her person that glow with an almost black light. When she is not wearing her armor, she wears a plain metal mask that is form fitted to her face, and simple but extremely strong and comfortable spider silk robes. She is blind, though never shows her face to others, save the queen herself on the very few occasions she has been before her beloved queen. Without her mask, her face is drawn and gaunt, with her eyelids and eyes removed. In place of her eyes, sit two tiny singularities, only noticeable by the complete absence of anything viewable inside of her eye sockets, and the light bending around the blank spots in her eye sockets. Velkoth, her Eidolon is a monstrous thing straight from the void itself. A creature that crawled out of a dark pit in a purged Illithid layer to help her on her first raid, and one that stayed with her even now. It is a hulking monstrosity of black energy, in the vague form of a bat. It has two great wings, two clawed talons, and a maw much larger than it had any right to be, filled with row upon row of razor sharp teeth, three layers deep. It's eyes burn with a black light, and it's wings alternate from a dark purple energy, to a deep black that seemed to absorb all the light around it. When it chooses to, it can also meld into the shadows like a ghost, disappearing without a trace.   None of the considerable number of people who know of the First Watcher of the Void would ever consider her to be anything but fanatically loyal to the queen. For over three hundred years, she has spent her existence travelling across the astral plane, helping the empire where it was needed, and destroying any far realm incursions where they might dare to attempt to enter the plane of Gith. One out of every hundred years, she returns to the their capital and her Queen with her reports. There she is awarded another medal for her service and offered the chance to step down, and every hundred years she opts to continue her vigil. After all, who else could do what she did? Qen is cheery and jovial around her peers and the occasional fan, telling stories of her travels to the younger generation in training. She talks of the far reaches of the astral plane, and some of her more heroic victories against the horrors that inhabit the place that should not exist. She even does some sword lessons with the younger ones, teaching them this or that about swordplay, and how to never, ever underestimate an unarmed opponent. She herself never carried any visible weapon, yet was more deadly than most in the empire.   The deep void of the astral realm. Many found it terrifying or unknowable, but it was Qen's favorite place to be. She sat upon the bow of her ship, The Queen's Guardian, and stared into the deep darkness around them, like she so frequently did. She sat upon a padded seat that had been mounted onto the bow of the ship, it had a tall cushion for a back, and three smaller cushions around it, making it look almost like a bird's nest with a tall back on one side. It was made from layered spidersilk stuffed with griffon feathers, and wrapped around a solid mahogany frame. It swiveled, so she could quickly turn to give orders when needed, but for now, she simply sat in her robes, with her plain steel mask on, and stared out into the void. She could hear the heartbeat of the astral plane around her, and it comforted her more than anything else could. Then she noticed small whisps of light and unreality flowing across her vision, ones that might end up leading to a rift in the astral plane. With one hand, she gently pointed in the direction that the whisps were coming from, and the ship's captain called out a heading, and the ship turned in the way she pointed, heading on a small detour on their way to the Origin breach. She let her hand drop back to her lap as she sat cross legged in her favorite chair, and continued to stare out into the distance, the ship now heading directly into the whisps of light and unreality that she sensed. She smiled behind her mask as Velkoth stepped up behind her, his massive bulk dropping to the deck as his long tail wrapped around the base of her mounted chair. She let her left hand drop out of the chair and began to pet the void creature gently, as she let her mind drift to the past for a time as they travelled.   The First Hunt The day was hot, so very hot on this jungle world she had been led to. Just after training that morning, herself and a whole batch of new warriors were gathered up for an illithid hunt. Some young and some veterans, each veteran was paired to a recruit so that they could kill their first illithids and finally be considered adults. "Let me see your sword private!" Sen, her veteran sergeant barked at her. Sen had been assigned as her partner for the hunt, and she quickly jerked her sword from it's sheath to show the glaring sergeant. He looked over it with keen eyes, appraising it, before pointing to a spot on the blade; "That edge for about two inches is not as well sharpened as the rest. Make sure you're sharpening the whole length of the blade every time. Otherwise, it's in top shape private." He nodded with satisfaction, and she immediately responded with a "Yes sir!" and gave a salute, which was returned before their pair was called onto the ship for the hunt. The breach in the Illithid stronghold was an explosion like she'd never seen before. They used some kind of volatile stuff in barrels that the Gith scientists had worked up, piled it against the gate, then had one of the mages light it up. It looked like a second sun for a split second, before it receded and they could all clearly see the insides of the Illithid lair before them. Sen led the way, charging forward with sword out, and Qen close on his tail. They were met by grisly monstrosities, things cooked up by the genetic labs of the Illithids, things that could no longer be identified by what they once were, and now were simply things of rage and hate unleashed upon the enemies of the Illithids. She and Sen and the others met the monsters in open battle, cutting and slicing their way through, until they had breached the outer sanctum and began to head to the inner one. She was overly eager, like most of her comrades, to find and kill her first Illithid, she saw one that had slipped into a room to their side, and she pointed in the direction that it went and called out to Sen; "Sir, lone Illithid retreating that way!" Sen looked back and smiled, his silver sword slick with blood from the enemies he had killed; "Well, let's not keep him waiting shall we? you need your first Illithid head after all." With that, he gave a few hand signals so the others knew what we were doing, and the two of us made our way towards the Illithid. We quietly slipped into the room the Illithid had went to, and found ourselves face to face with an Umber Hulk. We immediately began to fight, slashing this way and that, and had nearly dropped the creature when the Illithid appeared behind Sen. She pointed at the thing standing behind him and tried to call out, but then the Umber Hulk landing a bone shattering blow upon her, dropping her to the floor and shattering her ribs. She found herself laying on the edge of a deep hole in the ground, one that she could not see the bottom of as Sen had his brains neatly sucked out by the Illithid. She could barely move there, laying by the pit that led to the void, as the Illithid let Sen's corpse fall the the floor lifeless, and began advancing upon her. She watched in a daze, and with morbid fascination as the thing that had eaten her sergeant walked up to her and leaned down above her. So this was it she had thought, this would be her last moments, failing to kill even one mind flayer. What a failure she would be. As she accepted her fate, and the mind flayer's tentacles began to writhe around her head, she felt something deep below her call to her. A voice of death, a voice of the end. She smiled as she heard it, as she felt the void reach out to her, then she grasped it with her mind, and channeled it into her body. The Illithid quickly lurched back as her skin began to flake and peel off, leaving great gaping holes in her flesh that seemed to have nothing but black void where her insides should be. The Illithid wasn't quite sure what was happening, so when she lifted her hand up and pointed it at the creature, it was caught completely by surprise as a black beam of pure void energy seared out from her outstretched hand and hit the Illithid square in the chest. It looked at her in confusion first, then to itself as a hole now sat where it's heart should be. Then it looked at her in confusion one more time before collapsing to the ground, quite dead. The umber hulk that had been it's servant, grasped it's head, stumbled around, and then cried out, before tumbling into the dark depths of the void as it fell in agony at it's master's mental fork being dislodged from it's mind so suddenly. From the depths of the pit, the thing speaking to her crawled out, a small bat like creature, that called itself Velkoth. She shook herself back to reality as she felt a more potent presence of unreality. Sitting upright in her chair, Velkoth immediately sat upright and began looking for what had alarmed his old friend. Off in the distance, maybe a hundred miles out, she pointed, and the crew could see a small glowing light, that did not look like it belonged in the astral plane. To her, it looked like a small sun of unnatural light, light that should not be, and it riled up in her a rage and hate that she had rarely felt, one that interrupted the peace she had felt while listening to the astral song through the void. She leapt out of her chair nimbly, and headed towards her quarters and armor. As she went, she called out to the captain without bothering to look up; "Captain, bring the ship around starboard and prep all psy cannons to fire upon the abomination trying to make it's way into our realm." When she spoke, the captain jumped into action immediately, calling out orders and bringing the ship to life. He was the first captain to stay with her(and survive) a hundred year term in the outer reaches of the astral plane, and that made her rather fond of him. Her second term in the outer reaches, she had lost thirteen captains, but activity was much worse back then, and she had been forced to pilot the ship back to a port once with just herself and a deck boy. She strode purposefully into her cabin, and with a single command word, her armor began to spill out of a container that lay beneath her bed, all the various pieces of her armer rolling over themselves to get to her, before locking into place around her feet first, then her calves, knees, and so forth, until her entire body was covered in the hardened Mithril pieces. The final piece to form was a crown of black Mithril that was inlaid with five gems of various colors, a black one being the centerpiece, and intricate golden inlays around it. It had been a gift from her Queen after her second term. A weapon to focus and empower her void energy. She would put it to good use today. She strode back out of her cabin as the ship was closing with the rift in space, and they could see a few great tentacles sticking out of a hole about the size of a dog. The tentacles were apparently trying to tear the rift wider so that the massive bulk beyond might be able to squeeze through. That might take a hundred years for it to succeed, but Qen was not about to let such an abomination into her home today. She could see the glowing abhorrent energy in her minds eye, and knew exactly where the breach was, as well as the things trying to get through, as they glowed faintly with the same energy of wrongness. She moved her head to look at the captain before speaking; "Fire at will captain, fire until those abominations are destroyed, or forced back to whence they came. Then I will close the portal." The captain veered the ship around, and pulled it along so that they could make a full broadside against the tentacles with the starboard guns, and called out; "Fire!" Three volleys of psy cannons thundered, one level after another. The recoil of the cannons pushed the ship back away from the opening, as the bright blasts of psionic energy slammed into the thing's tentacles, causing an inhuman howl to emanate from the rift as one tentacle was blown clean through and began to float aimlessly in the void, while the other two had massive holes in them and were pulled back into the far realm. Once it had left, it had retreated, Qen smiled behind her helmet; "My turn." She drew upon the power of the void, Velkoth making a sound of eager encouragement as her skin began to flake off beneath her armor, and black light began to spill out of the slots in her armor, glowing brighter and brighter as she drew more and more power into herself. Then, she held out her left hand, where her buckler had opened up a whole in the center, where her hand could fit through, and she thrust it towards the opening and shrieked with rage and fury as a beam of pure, black, void energy burst out from her hand, the three gems in her shield amplifying it considerably before it left her hand in a streak that absorbed all light that touched it. The beam slammed into the portal, and formed into a singularity of pulsating dark energy that sucked the edges of the portal back closed. Slowly, the singularity pulled the edges of the small rift in the astral plane into itself, until finally, with a loud 'POP', it imploded in on itself and disappeared. The rift in the astral realm gone. Qen was breathing heavily as void energy still leaked and poured out from her armor, causing the newer crew members to keep a wide berth from her, a look of fear in their eyes as they saw her silhouetted in dark light. But they had forgotten about the one tentacle that was still floating through the astral realm. One had to be ever careful when dealing with eldritch abominations, and this one had already began spawning creatures of damnation from it's blood. She noticed the disturbance before any of the others, as she saw the energy emanating from the things that began to pour out of the cut tentacle and charge straight for their ship with reckless abandon.   Roleplay Sample "Captain!" Qen shouted; "Bring around port guns, we are about to have company!" The captain and crew then turned and cries of horror called out as the captain began to shout orders. Most of their crew were green. It was rare that more than a few crew survived a term of service aboard her ship, and rarer still that any stayed for another term. The captain and Qen stayed calm, but many of the Gith aboard began to panic, and even a couple succumbed to the madness of the far realm and leapt from the ship screaming, holding their heads in their hands and leaping out into the void, towards the things coming at them. Qen couldn't tell exactly how many of these things were coming, but by the sound of the crew, she guessed a lot. She moved to the port side as the captain pulled the ship around, and was close enough to hear the thing's chortling howls as reached the port rails and began to build up her energy once again. Velkoth was right beside her, growling as the things approached, and she smiled at the thought of what was to come, whispering softly to her old friend; "Lend me your eyes Velkoth, and let us wreak a terrible price upon those that would see us dead and gone." Then, her mind bloomed with sensations, as she saw what Velkoth saw, heard what he heard, and though his vision saw things differently, it was more than adequate for her purposes, and allowed her to avoid the madness of the far realm as it had no effect on Velkoth, a creature of the void. She saw hundreds of tentacled creatures swarming through the open astral realm towards them, with gibbering mouths and tentacles screaming and flailing as they advanced. One hundred yards away, and the psy cannons had only now finished charging. They would be almost point blank when they fired, but she could work on thinning them out some first. This time, in complete silence, she held out her shield once again, and blasted void energy out in a black, light absorbing stream to a point in the center of the most densely clustered group of them, where another singularity formed. A small smile touched her lips when they began to scream, their bodies being pulled apart by the singularity, some collapsing into it entirely as they made sickening sounds in their oblivion. Then as the cannons began to fire, she aided them with a volley of void blasts that blew holes in the creatures coming forward, just as three volleys of psy cannons blasted more into oblivion. Then they were upon the ship. Qen moved in melee like a graceful dancer, shifting and dancing through the horrid creatures, her hands alternating between using a huge two handed blade of pure void energy, to duel wielding various melee instruments that best suited her needs at that specific point in time. She weaved and flowed through them, slicing and rending as she went, though now she also heard the screams of her crew as they were dragged down and devoured alive by the monsters. Such was life however, as all eventually fell to oblivion. Velkoth also tore into the creatures now, tearing and shredding with his ferocious teeth, and slamming the creatures with his great wings. The pair of them made a sight to behold as they shredded their way through the enemies. The battle was done in less than ten minutes. Qen took stock of her now diminished crew, and called out; "Captain! Damage report." The captain looked around at the mayham, and was already assessing damage to the ship while his Bosun counted the dead crew. After a few moments he spoke, "Twenty five dead, but only minor ship damage. We should have no problems getting you to your destination First Watcher." She nodded to him, and let her void blades dissipate, though a huge amount of void energy still billowed out of her armor from the burn she had built up during the fight. Had she taken her armor off, she wouldn't be recognizable as a Gith, she would only look like some monster of the void. So she left her armor on as she slowly walked back to her favorite chair, and sat down in it, her legs crossing before leaning her head back against the soft cushions at her back. "Thank you for your bravery, and the bravery of your crew captain. I look forward to continuing our term once this... diversion... has been completed." Qen sat quietly in her favorite chair as they slowly approached the muster point for the Origin incursion. She had thoroughly enjoyed the last week simply sitting and looking into the void, listening to it's sweet song, and thinking about ages past. She had been on this task for over three hundred years now, and she never once regretted giving everything she had for her queen. She was slightly annoyed at this new assignment, but it had come directly from the queen, so she supposed she could forgive the annoyance. She had no idea why they needed one with her talents here, in some wretched material backwater. But it was not her place to say where she was needed most. That was the queen's job. So it was that her ship rolled into port, heading straight for the maintenance dock. Qen slowly got up and moved to the captain, resting one hand on his arm as they approached the dock. "Do try to keep safe my captain. I look forward to when we can complete our next hundred years together. May Gith watch over you, and bless your ship." The captain placed one of his hands over hers and smiled at her; "And you as well, First Watcher. You are ever welcome aboard The Queen's Guardian." Their goodbye's said, Qen grabs onto Velkoth's harness and mentally signals him that they are good to go. And with one lunge, Velkoth throws himself and Qen overboard, before his great wings spread open and with great sweeps, take them into the port where they would soon be going to Origin.

[Hoppitty]

This looks amazing! I haven't actually played on this site yet, and I don't know much about spheres though.

I'll work on a character though. Since you could use a healer, I plan to build a female Githyanki life Oracle (maybe divine herbalist) on the main side of the gestalt, and probably monk (maybe unchained?) on the other, since the scaled disciple uses Cha in place of Wis. That should work with the tier limits, as long as I avoid the things that bump oracle to tier 1, and some of them don't even ring a bell. :P

[LeoByron]

Originally Posted by Hoppitty

This looks amazing! I haven't actually played on this site yet, and I don't know much about spheres though.

I'll work on a character though. Since you could use a healer, I plan to build a female Githyanki life Oracle (maybe divine herbalist) on the main side of the gestalt, and probably monk (maybe unchained?) on the other, since the scaled disciple uses Cha in place of Wis. That should work with the tier limits, as long as I avoid the things that bump oracle to tier 1, and some of them don't even ring a bell. :P

Spheres is mostly optional with the exception of the Oath of Loyalty, which works fine even without other Spheres. You can use the Oath Boon point to get a 1 point Boon which does not have to use Spheres content at all beyond the description of the boon.

You can gain other Oaths up to the maximum of 10 Oath points total.

[LeoByron]

Originally Posted by Admin Dirk

I was going to protest and say that Malifeek really isn't a necromancer, then I looked again at everything, and... I think that's probably as fair an assessment as anything. That label may not fit perfectly, but like a robe, it covers pretty well.

So, carry on and find more people for the game.

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

[LeoByron]

I have added the following to the Spheres of Power rules and clarifications:

Banned List
Sage Class
Tempestarii Prestige Class
Control Weather (The Control Weather base ability, as well as all talents which affect it, are banned.)

[triedtherest]

Soo-d'Anym Name: Soo-d'Anym Race: Githyanki Female Class(1): Oracle (Shadow Mystery) Class(2): Ninja (Mask of the Whispering God Archetype) Role: Healer, Summoner, Stealth Alignment: Lawful Evil Traits: -Planar Savant (use Cha instead of Int on Knowledge Planes checks) -Reactionary (+2 Initiative checks) Flaws:   Height: 6'0" Weight: 130lbs Age: 60 Skin: Yellow (mottled) Hair: Cut short (to accommodate her mask) Eyes: Dull yellow Usual Attire: Silver face mask, deep cloak to hide her body Intense expression, with a gaze that seems to stare right through to a person's soul, which can still be seen through her silver face mask. The rest of her face would seem pretty normal (if it was ever actually looked at). Always seems to be cloaked in shadows, even when there appears to be nothing close by that should casting one!   She keeps both her her emotions and thoughts in check, to the point where they are as inscrutable as the actual mask she often wears when she is "on mission". Seems to be fanatically devoted to the Queen, and all too willing to either die (or preferably kill) at her command/will.   Of all the various Creche's that have been established across the Planes, the one on the Plane of Shadow has to be one of the least reliable. Many eggs have been lost from there, and a high proportion of the Githyanki that survive being born there turn out to be a little strange, as they tend to retain a connection to the weird Plane even after being long removed from there. Not ones to waste opportunity, these young Githyanki are usually trained as Spellcasters that draw upon Shadow Magic or Assassins. Soo-d'Anym was trained in both! As a hand-picked member a semi-secret group of Assassins, Soo maintains a cover identity as an "Ordinary" member of the Va'Dok'hai (if any of this elite group of Dragon Riders could be designated as such), but when the order comes through, she dons her face mask and spills blood, no questions, and no hesitation.   Soo-d'Anym the Dragon Rider, soared over the battlefield with her on/off Draconic partner Pyro. That wasn't it's real name of course, but the it's actual name was long and barely pronouncable by the smaller two-legged half of the duo. "Battles going well." Pyro snorted, eager to join the fray. "The "Battle" shouldn't be going on in the first place!" The surprised Dragon turned it's head slightly to regard the Githyanki female. "Not like you to shy away from bloodshed!" "I'm not, but we should be shedding blood a hundred leagues to the north of here. This Human Kingdom attacked our flank as we were heading over to wipe out one of their sworn enemies, and they attack with this pitiful force with no real aerial support." "That Griffin was tasty!" "Yes, you said that earlier..." Soo started to say something, but suddenly went rigid in the saddle. Pyro became attentive, he knew what that meant! "Orders?" He asked once she relaxed slightly. "Yes, disengage and take me to that half-ruined watchtower to the northeast of the battlefield. When you feel my body go limp..." ""Head to the nearest Healers tent, away from the main Battle", yes I know!" The Dragon grumbled, resigned to the fact that he would not get to kill again this day. A minute later, they had reached their destination, Soo-d'Anym lowered the mask to cover her face, and the Githyanki known as Soo-d'Anym ceased to exist! ‐‐-----------------‐--------------- A Few Hours Later Soo's eyes flicker open. Standing over her was a stern-looking Cleric of their Immortal Queen. "Hmmph, you survived, congratulations on that at least! Now, kindly vacate that cot so it can be used for REAL, soldiers, not incompetent Dragon Riders who faint when they get too high up!" Still woozy, Soo got up, and went to find Pyro. "You told them I fainted!?" "YOU caused me to miss out on burning some pitiful Humans to death!" "Fair enough."Soo-d'Anym shrugged. "What did I miss after I possessed my Shadow?" "A couple of minutes later, the Human General started ordering his troops to withdraw, and we were ordered to let them." The Dragon turned to regard it's Githyanki. "What in the Astral Sea did you DO, and what killed your Shadow?" "Not here!" She said, shaking her head then pointing upwards. Pyro nodded and moments later when they were in flight and out of earshot of any eavesdroppers Soo-d'Anym explained. "After I split my Shadow off, I infiltrated the tower. According to the Sending I received earlier, there was something in there that was controlling the mind of the Human General, which is why they were acting so strangely. It turned out to be a Mind Flayer!" She shrugged. "Well, there is one less Ilithid now!" "Huh!" Said Pyro. "That doesn't explain why you died!" "Oh, that! Well the first part of the order was seek and destroy, and the second part was cleanup, which meant destroy any evidence of the creature." "Why would that kill YOU?" The Shadow-assassin shrugged again. "I blew up the tower!"

Character Sheet - WIP

[CatCanCook]

Re: banning Tempestarii Prestige Class -- good call. It's not hard to make that classes erase the scenario and just turn it into a whiteout. :-)

[Hoppitty]

I like the oaths, and a lot of the boons you can get by taking them. There are a couple questions I have though, mainly, how are you going to adjudicate the Wrecker oracle curse? It says it gives held objects the broken condition, but many GMs expand it to just about anything a character equips. Then there’s the question of gloves or other hand slot items. :P

At the moment I’m getting the required Oath of Loyalty and Oath of Candor. I’m seriously considering the Oath of Offerings, would that even be appropriate? I know it means half starting wealth, and donating down to half WBL, but I’m okay with that -- and some of the boons can replace the need for common magic item items anyways (cloak of resistance, ring of protection, etc.). Story-wise, she is a scaled disciple on her monk side, and might have worked with red dragons -- not as a rider, but as a caretaker. She donates to the hoards that the adult dragons are gifted when they leave Githyanki service.

Thank you!

Vasha Vix Name: Vasha Vix Race: Githyanki Female Class(1): Oracle, divine herbalist, life mystery, wrecker curse Class(2): Unchained Monk, scaled disciple Role: Healer, buffing, control. Alignment: Lawful Evil Trait 1: Compassion Benefit: You may use Charisma in place of Wisdom when you use your Heal skill, and Heal is always a class skill for you. (social) Trait 2: Desperate Resolve +1 concentration, increase to +4 when grappled or pinned. Flaw 1: Frail, -1 HP per level. Flaw 2: Vulnerable, -1 to AC   Height: 5'8" Weight: 107 lbs. Age: 65 (42 off Astral) Skin: yellow Hair: red Eyes: orange Usual Attire: Vasha Vix wears comfortable if minimalistic robes, loose enough to grant her a full range of motion, often with riding garb when she expects to be in the saddle. Vasha stands out in a crowd. Though her build is unremarkable, her skin and hair are a few shades brighter than the average Githyanki woman -- a vibrancy hinting at her connection to the essence of life. Combined with her lack of armor or any visible weaponry, she sticks out among the military ranks she serves alongside. She has several elaborate dragon tattoos and a few simple piercings; mostly thin, silver chains and spikes to decorate her ear ridges. Symbolic to her, as Vash knows she'll never carry a treasured silver sword.   Vasha seems like a stern and often direct woman on first impressions. Though her appearance may say otherwise, her mannerisms instantly reveal that she was raised with strict military discipline. Which later evolved into the strict regimen of the scaled disciples. Her time as a healer and dragon minder gave her a unique perspective most militant Githyanki lack; being drastically more valuable than the rank and file, but lower in status. She can have a world of patience when dealing with her superiors, but has made a personal vow to never lie. Her time bonding with red dragons, first as minder and later a rider, has given her a stronger sense of individuality and self-worth, as well. She may have a curse, but few gith can do what she can.This streak has earned her some harsh assignments in the past, and a reputation for annoying those who must work with her.   Vasha Vix was an odd child, and didn't mold well to the typical Githyanki training regimen. The fact that weapons tended to fall apart the moment she touched them was certainly part of the problem; but even tools and almost anything else suffered the same fate at her touch. Though she began unarmed combat training, Vasha developed her Oracle abilities soon after. With strong ties to the positive energy plane, it was easy for her to channel the essence of life into healing. No longer destined for military caste, she would join the smaller caste of the ghustil, the healers among the Githyanki, when she came of age. Vasha has lived her life in service to her people; going where she has been needed, and doing whatever she is told. She has gotten accustomed to working without tools, or with the help of others when tools are absolutely necessary. Her time was split between field work and training, the latter of which took place on a prime world where her enclave of Scaled Disciples worked closely with the red dragons sworn to Githyanki service. This included training them to bear riders -- which entailed learning to ride them, herself. The last two and a half decades have been spent afield, however; serving as a healer and dragon rider.   Approximately 50 years ago, in a Githyanki enclave on the prime: The tattooed Master dragged the girl by her serrated ear towards the reeking stone structure. "You can't cook, you can't clean -- you can't even fight with staves, Vix!" the elder griped. The young Vasha practically ran to keep up with the elder's advanced pace. "It's not my fa--" "Fault? Fault, girl? It never is..." The Master tossed her to the ground, near the wide entrance to the structure, and gestured to the shovel and wheelbarrow nearby. "Everyone takes part in chores. No exceptions. The Great Rherkrani Flameclaw's enclosure needs to be cleaned." Vasha stood and took an attentive stance, but her expression remained defiant. "But the shovel might... And I've only ever dealt with hatchlings!" "Then shovel carefully. If you completely break it, use your hands..." The Master gestured away from the enclave. "Rherkrani and his kin hunt the valleys at this hour. If you're fast enough, you will not be here when he returns. If you are not, at least he'll be full. Do not return to the enclave halls until your task is finished. If you're not back by morning I will assume you annoyed Rherkrani as much as you annoy me." Vasha watched the Master walking away; she knew he'd brook no protest this time. She winced at the smell wafting out of the enclosure, and her eyes made a quick sweep of the sky out of simple caution. The moment she picked up the shovel, small cracks appeared on the wood as if it aged and dried; the metal blade dulled, flaked with rust, and formed enough dings and nicks that the tool would likely fall apart completely with a day of rugged use. Even the wheelbarrow showed wear on the handles where she pushed it along. The most uncanny thing about her curse, though, was that these tools would be repaired as soon as anyone else used them -- unless she broke them completely, of course. She huffed at the smell as she entered the room. The enclosure was massive, even though a dragon of Rherkrani's age was likely no bigger than a horse. A small hoard took up the west wall, coins and jewels mixed a few petty treasures. It hardly looked like a comfortable bed. The awful dragon didn't even have the decency to eliminate in the same place every time; there were three separate 'piles' she'd need to clean. "Uhg! Even the hatchlings know to use one corner![/I]" She protested. Vasha got to work. Carefully. She muttered and complained the entire time, mostly under her breath, but sometimes louder than she should have dared. "Uh! Carnivores!" She griped as she fought to shovel fast and carefully. "The bones... And don't get me started on the text--" Vasha paused, as she heard the wheelbarrow tip over. She heard the breathing as soon as she wasn't talking and turned about. She dropped the shovel. It was almost funny. She never thought of horses as all that big; and Rherkrani was similar in size. But a Dragon at that scale, between her and the exit, and looking quite proud at the overturned wheelbarrow? Somehow, he looked towering. Vasha tried to swallow her fear. Rherkrani was waiting for her to say something; it would be bad if he got bored... "You... You tipped my wheelbarrow..." She said, speaking Draconic with the grace of an advanced student with little practical use of the language. For some reason this amused Rherkrani greatly. The dragon reared its head and laughed so bold that Vasha practically felt it. "And it was fun! Your expression! I have rarely seen such fear in your kind, young weakling!" Vasha was young, and likely weaker than most of her fellow students, that was true... "I am still Githyanki. You are sworn to serve us, but you have hindered me." Vasha said. Rherkrani laughed again. "That is a toy! I never promised not to play with the toys you bring me." Vasha sulked for a long moment. Finally she gestured to the mess. "Fair enough, Great Rherkrani Flameclaw," she said, with an exaggerated bow. "As part of your service to the Githyanki, I ask you to to help me clean this mess." Rherkrani...smiled. "Fine." The great dragon said, and reached toward her. Vasha dashed aside only to watch the dragon's paw crash down on the shovel. When Rherkrani withdrew, she stared at the splintered remnants of the tool. Her heart sank but her ire rose. "You brat!" She snapped, switching back to her native tongue. "I guess you'll just have to use your paws, now." Rherkrani's eyes narrowed and a boiling sound rose in his gullet... As a wash of flame burst forth, Vasha evaded with a practiced precision. As the flame cleared, she came away unscathed. Now she smiled. "My turn." She said. Vasha made a quick dash to the dragon's hoard and singled out a beautiful gilded goblet to swipe. As she held it aloft, the precious treasure cracked and chipped; its jewels lost their luster, and the fine details eroded away. She tossed the ruined treasure at his feet with a satisfied smirk. Rherkrani fumed, and for the briefest moment he even looked sad. He delicately picked up the treasure with his claws, but watched the goblet return to normal in his paw. The dragon was confused... But Vasha Vix stuck out her tongue. "Your turn?" She teased. It might not have been the best idea, but the alternative was...chores, without the shovel. Rherkrani caught on quickly, and the two devolved into a game of attacks she would dodge, and baubles she would try to 'break' temporarily while he tried to block her. It was good practice, really, even though her task wasn't getting done. Vasha never even noticed the sunrise, until the Master's shadow darkened the doorway. Their 'game' ground to a halt. "Vasha Vix... What are you doing!?" the Master demanded. Vasha huffed, nearly breathless from the exercise. Rherkrani yawned, and curled up on his hoard. "I... We..." Vasha stammered. There was no good answer, and this was going to be an unpleasant day. She slumped her shoulders and met her Master's eyes. "We were playing."   Point Buy: Str: 12 Dex: 14 Con: 14 Int: 11 Wis: 12 Cha: 16 Females: -2 Str, +4 Dex, +2 Int, +2 Wis, +2 Cha (4 RP) Level 4 & 8: Cha Enhanced Abilities: 4th: +2 Cha 6th: +2 Str 8th: +2 Con 10th: +2 Cha Oaths: 9 Oath of Loyalty (1) Oath of Candor (1) Oath of Offerings (7) Boons: 9 Skillful (1) all skills treated as class skills. Enhanced Abilities (2) Inhuman Resilience (Su) (1 Oath point) Your Oath insulates your body and mind against harm. You gain a +1 resistance bonus to all saving throws at 3rd level, which increases by 1 at 6th level and every 3 levels thereafter (to a maximum of +5 at 15th level). You also gain a +1 enhancement bonus to natural armor at 5th level which increases by 1 at 8th level and every 3 levels thereafter (to a maximum of +5 at 17th level). Shielded Form (Su) (1 Oath point) Incredible powers shield you, granting you a +1 deflection bonus to AC starting at 6th level which increases by 1 at 9th level and every 3 levels thereafter (to a maximum of +5 at 18th level). Bonus Feats (4) 2nd, 6th, 10th, 14th, and 18th levels Abilities: Str: 12 Dex: 18 Con: 16 Int: 13 Wis: 14 Cha: 24   Lvl 1 Healer's Hands Race Noble Scion, war; use Cha for initiative instead of Dex. Flaw Improvisational Healer Flaw Combat Casting Monk 1 Improved unarmed strike Monk 1 Stunning Fist Monk 1 Dodge (EitR inc. mobility) Monk 2 Dragon Style Boon 2 Uncanny Concentration Lvl 3 Selective Channeling, exclude creatures up to Cha mod. Lvl 5 Incredible Healer Monk 6 Dragon Ferocity Boon 6 Signature Skill, Heal Lvl 7 Open Conduit, Healer's Hands Lvl 9 Extra Revelation Monk 10 Deflect Arrows Boon 10 Reach Spell Metamagic; +1 lvl per range increase (touch > close > medium > long).

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Originally Posted by Hoppitty

how are you going to adjudicate the Wrecker oracle curse?

I would go with the spirit of the Wrecker Oracle curse and rule that only objects held or equipped in hand would gain the Broken condition. This would include any weapons, wands, or anything held in the hand but would also include gloves or gauntlets worn. Other gear would be unaffected once no longer actually in the hands.

Originally Posted by Hoppitty

I’m seriously considering the Oath of Offerings, would that even be appropriate?

Oath of Offerings is fine. Those who were in the original squad all had to take it. New players will not have to, since they are now part of the Va'Dok'hai sect of the Va'Dok'thra (They can take it if they choose to, however).

Originally Posted by Hoppitty

Story-wise, she is a scaled disciple on her monk side, and might have worked with red dragons -- not as a rider, but as a caretaker. She donates to the hoards that the adult dragons are gifted when they leave Githyanki service

I may not have made this as clear as I should have, but the new recruit will be part of the Va'Dok'hai, so will actually be a Dragon Rider... No character investment will be necessary, however, since I intended to grant the appropriate skill for free. If Vasha also tended the dragons, it fits all the better.

The reason for this is that we are starting in media res and the initial squad was already spoken for. Since the new player will not have participated in the initial mission briefing etc, the new character will join the squad along with their commander, Saur'Koth, who is now accomppanying the squad into the ruins to search for the now AWOL Sarth (Sergeant).