[Pathfinder] Ibinel

[Vodka Slushy]

I've been running the Freeport splat book with my group lately and it's been a blast! I'd love to jump in on this. Character to come!

[SwiftBlade]

Hi. Re-posting app from before. Changes are in blue.

Application Name: Leodrin "Leo" Coldbranch Race: Human Alignmnet: He is a principled man but neither ridged or nor aloof. He strives to be good, but sometimes, his means are too vile and his intentions too self-centered to truly be "good".Lawful Neutral Class: Unchained (Sniper) Rogue 4/ Unchained Monk 3/ Gender: Male Leo   He's not a complicated man, though he is a deep thinker. It's not recommended to take him for a fool, even though he often refers to himself as one. He says what he means, often putting his thoughts coarsely just as thinks them. He is uneasily impressed and far too serious for anyone's own good, often missing the joke. He loves books, connecting more to the way of seeing the world from those /long dead than the humanity of those around him. He is also something of an over preparer, often concocting plans more advanced than needed, bring more books than time allows, practicing rarely used talents, and brings enough gear to for a great many situations- just in case. He makes it a point to be professional, even when he is not on the job. He can be silent for hours at a time, feeling little need to engage in idle chit chat; however, when it is time to plan a strategy or discuss martial techniques, it can be hard to shut him up. He is also a kind man to those he considers good. His strong desire to protect the weak, and general work ethic as a body guard would be apparent, even if he did not point them out periodically. Beyond that, he's a bit of a loner. He only has one true friend. He keeps business separate from pleasure, and rarely engages in pleasure for pleasure's sake. He does love to read and discuss martial strategies.   He does not look like a body guard or a bookworm. He stands just over 6' on a lanky frame, always glad in green and brown armor.There is a four inch scar running from his right temple to his jaw. He's not muscular or big, simply long armed with trimmed muscle with pale green eyes that show he is serious.Those eyes also show a hidden sadness somewhere deep within. When working, his face behind a black mask, and has a short fat sword around his hip.   The few years have been relatively uneventful. Inconsistent work, no love interests, and the same routines. He's a bodyguard, but a principled one. It can be hard to find this kind of work with principles, because most of these jobs require pretending you don't have any. He has one friend, Johnar (background), whom he regularly meets for a pint or sparing. They used to regularly work together, but the jobs seem fewer and fewer these days. He is not married and has no children. In fact, he has not known the touch of a woman in a few years now. His home is little more than sticks covered in thick clay with a straw roof, a single table, and a bed. He trains everyday and reads by night; things he will tell you enrich his life and might save yours. His last job has lasted for two weeks, but it's guarding a pile of junk no one would want. But, he does get to work with an interesting sun elf who has things to say that are worth hearing. It's been some time since he connected with someone intellectually- which can be hard for the super intelligent as well as the uneasily entertained. The last day was yesterday, and they know where one another live and drink. Who knows, perhaps they'll start swapping books, jobs, and stories.   He was born the son of a merchant who had build himself up and a miserable but beautiful alcoholic. His father was a simple man: he worked and he tended to his family. His mother was a complicated woman: never quite pleased within anything, including son, her husband, or herself. These people taught him the value of work and kindness. His mother was the one to put a sword (and a drink) in his hand at a young age. Build Mechanics   Ability Base Race 4th Final STR 12 12 DEX 17 2 1 20 CON 14 0 14 INT 12 0 12 WIS 18 18 CHA 8 8   Trait Short Description Highlander (hills or rocky) +1 bonus on Stealth, and Stealth becomes a class skill for you. This bonus increases to +2 in hilly or rocky areas Student of Philosophy You can use your Intelligence modifier in place of your Charisma modifier on Diplomacy checks to persuade others and on Bluff checks to convince others that a lie is true. (This trait does not affect Diplomacy checks to gather information or Bluff checks to feint in combat   Class Class Level Base Attack Bonus Fort Ref Will Feat Special Unc Monk *1st 1 2 0 2 *Imp Trip + Combat Reflexes + Viscous Stomp *Feat, flurry, AC bonus, Redirect Monk *2nd 2 3 2 0 Evasion + Unbalanced Counter Monk 3 *3rd 3 3 3 1 Dirty Trick Ki pool, ki strike, flowing dodge Unc Rogue 1 *4th 3 3 5 1 *weapon finesse Finesse​ training, SA 1d6, Sniper Rogue *5th 4 3 6 1 Lunge rogue talent, Imp evasion Rogue *6th 5 4 6 2 SA 2d6, Finesse training damage, deadly range Rogue 4 *7th 6 4 7 2 Greater trip Uncanny dodge, rogue talent Monk 4 *8th 7 5 3 6 Ki Power, Still mind   Dervish Defender Weapon and Armor Proficiency Dervish defender are proficient in all simple weapons and martial melee weapons, double weapons, and with light armor. They are not proficient with shields. ManeuversThe dervish defender gains access to Thrashing Dragon and loses access to Iron Tortoise. Bluff is no longer a class skill; Acrobatics is now a class skill. New Disciplines: A warder with the dervish defender archetype adds either Eternal Guardian or Riven Hourglass to her list of available disciplines. If she does not have that discipline’s associated skill as a class skill, she gains it as a class skill. This alters a warder's maneuvers, and replaces a warder's standard new disciplines. Bonus Feat The dervish defender gains Two-Weapon Fighting as a bonus feat at 1st level. Two-Weapon Defense (Ex) While not all dervish defenders fight in the same manner, most do and all are extensively trained in these fighting philosophies. While wearing light armor or no armor, wielding a weapon in each hand (or using a double weapon), and not using a shield heavier than a buckler, the warder may add her Intelligence bonus (if any) to her Armor Class. She retains this bonus even against touch attacks or when flat-footed, but loses this bonus should she be rendered helpless by any means. Dervish Defense (Ex) A dervish defender is capable of an aggressive defense, attacking even as they defend. At 4th level, the dervish defender may use a counter against an enemy's attack and if she successfully counters it, she may make an immediate attack of opportunity against that foe. This ability replaces the tactical acumen class feature. Shield of Blades (Ex) At 6th level, when fighting unarmed or with a weapon from the light blades, double weapon or close weapon weapon group in each hand, the dervish defender improves her shield bonus to AC by an amount equal to her aegis bonus. As an immediate action, the dervish defender may lose her shield bonus to armor class until the beginning of her next turn and grant an adjacent creature an equivalent shield bonus to armor class until the beginning of the dervish defender's next turn. This ability replaces the clad in steel class feature. [/table]   Current (7th) Acrobatics 7 Bluff 2 Climb 1 Diplomacy 7 Handle Animal 1 Handle Animal 1 Knowledge: Arcana 1 Knowledge: Dungeoneering 1 Knowledge: Local 1 Knowledge: History 5 Knowledge: Nature 1 Knowledge: Nobility 1 Knowledge: Religion 1 Knowledge: The Planes 1 Knowledge: Martial 6 Perception 7 Sense Motive 5 Stealth 7 Survival 3 Swim 1 Autohypnosis 1 Assigned 63/63

[SwiftBlade]

[Gath]

I mean this looks like psionics at a glance. I browsed through spiritualist, but I already took my meds so I'm a bit out of it. The weapon certainly looks psionic. Also it is an intelligent weapon, no? How does that work out?

I see that you have information there and it might not be all the way psionic. So please take a moment and give me the Cliff's Notes summary of the build. Here or in a PM if you please.

Thanks.

[ricktur63]

It's not psionic. It is the occult classes. Are you saying they aren't allowed? This guy is a spontaneous spell caster masquerading as a divine caster. He is passing himself off as a priest of Taringar. I take it from your reaction that you are not familiar with the classes.

So is this a no go from you?

I added the links for the Class and the Archetype for easier information location.

It is basically the same as the Magus class with the Bonded Blade Archetype but with slightly different spells available.

[Gath]

Consider my words. I didn't say he isn't allowed, I asked you to walk me through the build as I didn't have the time to study it just yet. I am not familiar with the class, I am still fairly new to pathfinder and there is a lot of material, especially third party material, to keep track of.

[ricktur63]

I don't believe the Occult classes are considered third party material but I could be wrong. The class and archetype are both paizo material.

Pathfinder Roleplaying Game Occult Adventures © 2015, Paizo Inc.

What are your questions or concerns about the class/archetype? I will try to answer as best I can.

The spiritualist normally gains a phantom spirit similar to a Summoner's Eidolon. In this case the spiritualist gives up the phantom spirit to gain the phantom blade class feature. It is basically a sentient weapon that grows in power with the spiritualist, now called a Phantom Blade. He gains a few bonus fighter feats along the way and gives up most of the features normally gained by the spiritualist which mainly involved the phantom spirit. He gains spell strike and spell combat like the Magus class. The telepathy is strictly between the spiritualist and the blade.

[TheTalentedMrJ]

FINITO

Speaker of Souls
Blood Elf Male, 59

Animist Shaman

Lvl.	Class	BAB	F	R	W	Feats	Special
1	Animist Shaman 1	+0	+0	+0	+2	Creed of Humility	Life Spirit, Spirit Animal, Channel 1d6
2	Animist Shaman 2	+1	+0	+0	+3	-	Wrangle Condition, 8/day
3	Animist Shaman 3	+2	+1	+1	+3	EWP (Fauchard)	Channel 2d6, 1/day
4	Animist Shaman 4	+3	+1	+1	+4	-	Slumber Hex, Wandering Spirit (Ancestors)
5	Animist Shaman 5	+3	+1	+1	+4	Extra Channel	Channel 3d6, 3/day
6	Animist Shaman 6	+4	+2	+2	+5	-	Intercessor, 1/body
7	Animist Shaman 7	+5	+2	+2	+5	Improved Familiar	Channel 4d6, 3/day

 

Speaker spends most of his time peering into the spiritual realms, existing halfway between realities with is body here and his mind there. As a result he appears quite mad, and often engages in long conversations with inanimate objects. The fact that he doesn't speak a lick of common or trade doesn't help matters, and where you to understand savage, you would be able to listen in on some life changing, solid gold nuggets of wisdom.

He cares for the well-being of all creatures and all things, whether you perceive them to be alive or not. Through constant meditation and attunement, he has found language to be wholy unnecessary. He's learned to speak directly to the soul of all creation, and since we are all fundamentally One, there are no real barriers when in comes to universal understanding.

It is crazy to see him in action, but the man can perform miracles beyond your limited modes of comprehension. Give him time, and this shaman will open your eyes to a new reality.

 

With his massive height, his unusual tattooing, and his furs and hide garb, Speaker sticks out in a metropolitan crowd like a rusty nail. His brown eyes never seemed focused on anything in his immediate area, almost as if he is constantly in a daydream. But even without seeming focus, he seems to miss nothing, perceiving beyond mere sight and straying into the valley of pure uncanny intuition. He seems to read you and understand you better than you know yourself. There is a benign aura about him, and simply by talking he seems to soothe your soul.

He wears heavy hide furs when appropriate, and has an array of baubles, charms and fetishes around his neck and tied loosely at his waist. A tiny black dragon-like creature drapes lazily about his shoulders, staring at you with a knowing intensity, as if it too is reading into your very heart. Unlike it's master, it seems to have a very uncaring nature about it.

 

Within the sacred groves of Udanta where the greed for gathering resources has not spread, a tribe of Bloodelves live their lives in relative peace, aggressively fighting off would be prospectors and pathfinders from even considering expanding civilized territory. Human heads on pikes at the borders usually is a good way to deliver the unwelcome message.

Speaker, then known as He Who Whispers, was born to such ways and grew up one with nature. He revered his peoples and the wisdom of his elders, showing a knack for understanding their teachings. He was a bright child who had a grasp of nature beyond his age. Where his comprehension seemed to fail, his heart seemed to understand. He has an intuitive knack for gleaning wisdom from the most obscure sources. To him, everything is reflected in the macrocosm that is in the microcosm. As above, so below seems to be common trait in the Matrix.

The boy's uncanny knowledge suited him well to become an apprentice to the Elders as a shaman in training. But first they had to condition him with proper meditations and purifications, prayer and blood rituals. In the years leading up to his acceptance, Whispers endured many hardship and trials to condition his mind and body for what lie ahead. All this he did without complaint. It was an honor.

The Day of Awakening was upon him nearly a decade later. His final rite was to consume a specific Dreaming Concoction that was designed to allow him to peer through the Weave and see the world for what it really was. Think LSD, but times 10. Potent stuff, and certainly not for the beginners.

Needless to say, the Shaman To Be found his horizons vastly expanded, and understanding how the Matrix and how it came to be. Time itself was a careful construct held together by strict rulesets determined at creation that gather essences from the outlying realms in order to weave the tapestry that composes our material reality. How the Void always lies just in the horizon, ready to consume what Time has carefully wrought. The Gods and the Goddesses as anchors to keep powers in check, much like the lodestones that dot the landscapes of Ibinel In a sense, only on a csomic scale. There is no death or life, just a continuation of energy transforming into one state or another. As a result, All Things are infused with the Universal Consciousness. This reality is simply one entity struggling to understand itself, refracted and reflected in each lifeform and mineral like a multi-faceted diamond, the semi-self aware Void.

It was pretty big stuff to lay on a 20 year old with a head full of acid, and usually after about 24 hours of these realizations the drug should wear off, imparting the freshly minted shaman with a slowly waning sense of their place in the universe.

Only, the drug has never worn off.

There was confusion from the Elders, and there was no precedent for dealing with a perma-fried acolyte. They felt a heavy sense of disappointment in themselves for loss of such a promising and eager young student, and the entire village mourned the loss of Whispers for he was gone in a sense, replaced by a rambling, drooling idiot that could no longer physically function. But there was never any call for euthanizing. The village as a whole would deal with their shame and help rehabilitate the madman as best as possible.

It was nearly a year before the bloodelf could walk again, and nearly a year more before he could control his bowel functions. Soon he could feed himself, and his ramblings became more clearer, though childlike. With time, it became readily apparent that while it was true that Whispers was no longer found, it was as if a mental reset button had been hit in the ritual and he was developing once again as a newborn babe, infused with The Spirit. The manchild knew things even the elders had not. He would speak for hours to trees, or naturally meditate within hithero unknown ley-line junctions, simply reading the universe like it was his book. There was a much greater understanding than the boy that came before.

The new being was renamed Speaker of Souls. And he has spent many long years now, offering himself to his tribe as a spiritual guide and instructing them to be more in line with the seemingly chaotic order of the Matrix, giving reverence to Ulna and the Spirit's of Ibinel. It would be a good life and a happy story if it were to end there. But eventually, Speaker received the call from his Goddess and the various spirits of Nature that there was something very wrong within the matrix.

He has been tasked with a mission no less than destroying Luthander the Sinister, he who twists creation and endangers the Weave. But there are also ripples on the Universal Radio regarding the floating island of Lat. Something terrible is going on up there, but he knows not what. Needing to find answers and powerful companions to help combat both these fronts, the maddened Shaman heads to Ethea. He doesn't know what to expect, but the city was highly recommended as a place to start by a few rocks he asked...

 

Varmer Benson was passed out in the docks area in a coil of rigging, smelling of cheap ale, silver flask that once held rum lying on his chest, gently moving up and down with his rhumetic breathing. He is completely unaware of the looming shadow that falls upon him as he sleeps.

स्पिरित्स ओफ़् सिच्क्नेस्स, वह्य दो योउ प्लगुए थिस् मन? ई सी तहत हिस् हेअर्त् इस ब्रोकेन अन्द् हे हस सुफ़्फ़ेरेद् एनोउघ्,

A single eye opens up to the early rising sun, and he finds a massive elf standing over him. muttering nonsense like an idiot. Both he and a tiny lizard around his neck seem to be looking down at him in concern. Too drunk and hungover to care, he splays his arm over his eyes, and mutters miserably, "Lurk, Feller. If yer want'in to kill me, jes go ahaerd. But I ain't gotss no muney if thas whut yer lookin fer..."

The figure doesn't leave however, and it still continues to mutter nonsense while waving around a feathered stick about his person. अल्लोव मे तो स्पेअक् फ़ोर् हिं, ओर् स्पिरित्स ओफ़् मिसेर्य अन्द् दिस्पैर, तहत हिस् सुफ़्फ़ेरिङ्ग् हस बीन एनोउघ्, अन्द् हे शोउल्द् नोव बे रेलेअसेद् फ़्रोम् हिस् पेन्नन्चे.

"Hey, feller! Juss take a hint an' slog..." then it happens. He feels something stir within him, and then see's a strange essence float from him toward the voodoo elf's juju stick. Vapors of alcohol pour out of him, and suddenly his headache is gone. Clearer than it has been for years, in fact. "Oh wow. Thanks fella! Forget what I was saying about slogging off. You're alright for a --"

The giant elf does not seem to heed his words however. Apparently his work is not done. He presses his mighty hand on Benson's chest, pressing the man firmly down on the ground.

ओः स्पिरित ओफ़् देस्पैर! ऋएलेअसे योउर् गृप् ओन् थिस् मनस हेअर्त्, अन्द् च्लेअर् थे वेइल् ओफ़् देल्सुइओन्स्! the elf chants loudly, as inky blackness seems to pour from Benson's chest and are funneled into the primitive juju the shaman has clenched into his other hand. Benson is terrified and struggles at the sight, and immediately he is assailed by flashbacks of his wife and his family, all lost to disease. He eyes begins to well up again, remembering their loss and feeling it for the first time since he began to drink. The deepest most despairing sobs escapes him as he finally allows himself to mourn.

The old sailor remembers. How beautiful they were, how he would yearn for them on his long days out of port, and the smiles of his wife and the clatter of rushing feet as his boys greeted him home on the peer. The old sailor remembers. The time he came home and they were simply gone, empty shells left in their place and the lifeless eyes staring out into the endless void. The old sailor remembers, countless nights spent in the pubs until the old sailor could no longer remember. They were his everything.

Bawling like a newborn, the old sail weak beats at the arm pressing him down. "Wh-why. WHY aer you doing this...?"

<Actually, we originally just wanted to ask for directions to the local adventurer guild, but then big guy here got all soft and figured you needed help>

It seems to be the lizard talking to him inside his head somehow. Strange as it is, Varmer goes from surprise to incredulity as his eyes fixes on the bloodelf that his him pinned by the scruff. This creature had completely unraveled and undone his soul, simply because he couldn't be bothered to read a map?!?

"YOU WALK DOWN THE PIER AND TAKE LEFT DOWN ORSEN, AND YOU'LL FIND IT THREE BLOCKS DOWN AND TO YOUR RIGHT, YOU MONSTER!" he screams as he frantically beats the hand holding him down with his fists.

<Uh, thank you for your help. My apologies. Have a better day Sir>

Despite the high emotion and the telepathic conversations, the Big Guy seems entirely unperturbed by any of it. He stares off into the void, and seems wholey focused on the energy surrounding the man. The juju now seems spent, filled with far too much negative emotion. The next part seems to come with much more gentler chanting, as a mighty hand clasps upon the old sailor's skull and feelings of serenity seem to pour into him.

अत लसत, ई प्राय फ़ोर् अच्छेप्तेन्चे अन्द् थे स्त्रेङ्ग्तः तो मोवे ओन्. इन Ulna's नामे I प्राय, अमेन.

It was a peace he had not felt in a long time. It wasn't joy nor did it do anything to damper the hurts of his loss, but it was acceptance for what was done, and what was taken from him. It was forgiveness, not only at the cruel fates but at himself for all the blame he bore for leaving them and escaping the sudden sickness. It was reverence and understanding, knowing now he could honor them by living on again.

He was so lost in thought that he wasn't even aware that the stranger and his lizard were long gone, having left Varmer Benson the Old Sailor to figure out by himself how to pick up the shattered pieces of his life...

[J2B]

I have something I would like to ask, You said no summoners allowed; what about familiar then and the ability to have one? I might like to try an arcane bloodline sorcerer!:P

DO you accepts uncommon archetypes as Swordlord for fighter class?

What about a summoner class? can it be summoners?

There is one paladin concept I wanted to try! The chosen one Archetype! BUt it's like a paladin with a familiar that fight alongside with him!

Chosen one I wonder if you allow that kind of character!:P

[ricktur63]

I'm still wondering if I should continue my work on Brother Slayer or not?

[Gath]

Updated Creationism to include a new source material. To avoid confusion we are going to use Official PRD as source material.

[ricktur63]

Have you had time to look at the class properly yet? Spiritualist is on the Official PRD site.

If and when you get the time to look you will see that the class and the archetype are both official Paizo, Inc.® material. Even though the archetype is not on the official site. It is on the official Paizo, Inc.® material list on the PFSRD site. They do have the material delineated in that fashion.

[Classic Gamer]

Oh my. I was afraid I might be too late. I didn't mean to jostle you. Would you care to join me for a spot of tea? Perhaps more than just a spot? I think I might like to be a representative of Hobbit-kind if it is to be within the stars. Just something simple I think. Something friendly and useful. Oh, look. They have sandwiches. I love sandwiches. You can do so many things between cradles of bread. Those peppers there seem decidedly peppery. May have to skip them. Come, let's mull this over together with a light snack, shall we?

Olives? I love olives!

[Classic Gamer]

Name: Throckmorton Pumpernickle Undertall (PIP)
Race: Hobbit
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Class: Unchained Rogue 3/Fighter 1/Cleric 3 [Winnun, The Divine Sage]
Gender: Male

Build Mechanics   Ability Base Race 4th Final STR 14 -2 12 DEX 16 +2 18 CON 10 0 10 INT 14 0 14 WIS 18 0 18 CHA 12 +2 14   Class Class Level Base Attack Bonus Fort Ref Will Feat Special Rogue *1st 0 0 2 0 Finesse training(rapier),sneak attack +1d6, trapfinding Fighter *1st 1 2 0 0 Bonus Feat (Combat) proficient with all simple and martial weapons and with all armor and shields Rogue *2nd 1 0 3 0 Evasion, Esoteric Scholar Rogue *3rd 2 1 3 1 Danger sense +1, finesse training, sneak attack +2d6 Cleric *1st 0 2 0 2 Aura, channel energy 1d6, domains, orisons, spontaneous casting Cleric *2nd 1 3 0 3   Cleric *3rd 2 3 1 3 Channel energy 2d6   Current (7th) Acrobatics 1 Appraise 2 Bluff 2 Climb 1 Craft 1 Diplomacy 2 Disable Device 2 Disguise 1 Escape Artist 1 Handle Animal 0 Heal 1 Intimidate 0 Knowledge: Arcana 1 Knowledge: Dungeoneering 1 Knowledge: Engineering 0 Knowledge: Local 1 Knowledge: History 1 Knowledge: Nobility 1 Knowledge: Religion 1 Knowledge: The Planes 1 Linguistics 3 Perception 5 Perform 1 Profession: Cook 1 Profession: Scribe 1 Ride 1 Sense Motive 2 Sleight of Hand 1 Spellcraft 5 Stealth 5 Survival 1 Swim 1 Use Magic Device 4 Assigned 52/52   Ability Score +2 Dexterity, +2 Charisma, -2 Strength Size Small Due to size, Hobbits gain +1 to AC/Attacks; -1 CMB/CMD; +4 Stealth Sure Footed Hobbits have preternaturally large feet and are Sure-footed. Their Base Land Speed is 30ft. Polyglot Hobbits have a knack for languages and receive a +2 racial bonus on Linguistics, which is always a class skill. Start with Trade, Hobbit, plus one other language of your choice. Blissful +2 racial bonus on saves vs fear. Hobbits assume whatever they meet has the best intentions. Lucky Hobbits are innately lucky. 3/day they gain +2 Luck bonus on any ability check/attack/save/skill. Weapon Familiarity Proficient with Slings and Short Swords

Pip Undertall   Life makes Pip smile. Even if he is not smiling on the outside, he is usually smiling on the inside. When something comes along to keep him from smiling, it's time to get down to business and take care of whatever is standing in the way of good times for all, in general. Oh, the little man can be fierce. Heart of a lion and all that. Especially when it comes to looking after a true friend or a worthy underdog. No holds barred, if necessary, to set things right in Pip's eyes. Also, he's not above the occasional batch of mischief either. Sometimes it's just the icing on the cake.   3 feet 2, eyes of blue. Short of pant and long of shoe ---rarely worn, if so, well adorned. Boots for business, slippers for style. Usually a jacket against cold and wild. Black hair worn long, or in a roguish queue. A well made satchel for loot, a trinket or two. Serviceable weapons and well-cared gear. Something else. Last but not least. A staff of Winnun. Pip's something of a priest.   After nearly three years of immersing himself in priestly knowledge here in Ethea, Pip has begun to feel the need to stretch his legs once again. He has been traveling throughout the city learning more about it and the people, but also on the lookout for a worthy endeavor.   Pip hails from a small town just southwest of Ethea, known as Hezsh. The townspeople are known as Hezshoons, according to the Hezshoonian town charter. Pip's parents are proprietors of an a tavern and inn there called the Silverwing thanks to Pip's mother, Greymarye. His father, Uven Undertall, wanted to name it the Drunk Duck. Pip began helping out in the kitchen of the Silverwing as soon as he could stand. Or trying to help anyway. He learned enough to eventually become the kitchen's chief cook. A position he thrived in for years, until a sense of wanderlust fell over the Hobbit. Once the ember of adventure had been kindled, it was only a matter of time for Pip to convince his parents to promote one of the other cooks and allow him begin to travel. Pip quickly fell into company with a rather roguish Hobbit known as Rounder who agreed to take Pip under his wing. Rounder taught Pip talents such as scouting and focusing perception, reading body language and interacting with others and a host of what some might consider rogue skills. To be honest, a rogue was exactly what Pip had become, even if a good-hearted one. In an attempt to change himself into a more true adventurer in his own eyes, Pip parted ways with Rounder and hired a competent veteran to teach him the ways of weapons and battle. This training, which Pip considered rather grueling, gave him a heartier frame, passable fighting skills, and an honest self-assessment of his talents and proclivities. Good-hearted rogue Pip worked to develop his dexterous and agile abilities as well as the art of stealth. Along the way, he allowed himself to delve into certain areas of knowledge. To be honest, knowledge likely more than adventure was the true draw to Pip's wanderlust. So it was that when he found himself in Ethea with its Religious Arcade, specifically the alcove of Winnun, The Divine Sage, Pip began the next part of his great adventure. He began to work with the religious leaders of Winnun mostly as a scribe, but he eventually followed the proper ordinances of becoming a full cleric of Winnun. But knowledge alone is not enough to hold Pip for long, and he knows that wherever he travels, his god will travel with him. He has taken official leave from direct priestly duties, although he still has been helping out, mostly at scribe work again. But he has begun to keep his eyes and ears out around Ethea for the next great tug of fate.

Gamer Info   My life of blessed imagination awakened in 1974 (age 4) when I first became committed to comic books. Fantasy and science fiction novels, movies, and television shows were soon assimilated. RPGs entered the collective super-conscious around 1985. Our DM integrated some Basic D&D stuff with the 1st edition Advanced D&D stuff. We played in the realm of Greyhawk and used Hommlet as a base of operations to quest in the Temple of Elemental Evil. My first character was a Mage. A class that would make me semi-famous later in life. Our DM moved away before we could finish the module. So technically, it's not my fault if the world went to hell. I would not emerge into another D&D world until about 1991, this time in Forgotten Realms. Before 1991, my RP life was busied with Marvel Superheroes RPG, Mayfair's DC Heroes, Top Secret/S.I., Powers & Perils, Star Frontiers, Gamma World, CyberPunk 2020 (a life-long love), and a lot of homebrew gaming. The 1991 (Air Force)gaming group led me to Vampire:The Masquerade and other White Wolf WOD stuff, TFOS, Paranoia, Star Wars, and familiarity with other stuff via Magazines, etc. Tabletop gaming ended for me in 1994 when I left the Air Force. I tried to fill the void with Play-By-Mail gaming, but it wasn't even close. Luckily, the internet brought me first to chatroom style gaming via places like RPGNet, and such. And finally to the excellence of PBP gaming, which I have participated in since about 2001. I have a love for the games, a respect for the gamers, and a thankfulness for shared imaginations everywhere.

[J2B]

Name: Roland Taleforth
Race: Human
Alignmnet: Set your goals and then seize them. Aspire big and achieve everything you talk about it. So when you made it, even a weakly elf woman will have to look at you with embarrassed eyes because you showed to her that you aren't the worthless human she thought you were... I can tell you that it feels so good to witness thatChaotic Good
Class: Sorcerer(Arcane Bloodline)
Gender: Male

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Build Mechanics   Ability Base Race 4th Final STR 10 10 DEX 14 14 CON 16 16 INT 14 14 WIS 12 12 CHA 18 2 2 22   Trait Short Description Trustworthy People find it easy to put their faith in you. Benefit You gain a +1 trait bonus on Bluff checks made to fool someone. You also gain a +1 trait bonus on Diplomacy checks, and Diplomacy is always a class skill for you. Arcane Graduate You graduated from a famous arcane academy, and the rigorous program of study has honed your mind. Benefit You gain a +2 trait bonus on concentration checks when casting arcane spells.   Class Class Level Base Attack Bonus Fort Ref Will Feat Special Sorcerer *1st 0 0 2 Racial Feat, Feat 1 Bloodline Power: Arcane Bond (Su), Cantrips, Eschew materials Sorcerer *2nd 0 0 0 3 Sorcerer *3rd 1 1 1 3 Feat 2 Bloodline Power: Metamagic Adept (Ex), Bloodline Spell: identify Sorcerer *4th 1 1 1 4 Sorcerer *5th 2 1 1 4 Feat 3 Bloodline spell: invisibility Sorcerer *6th 2 2 2 5   Sorcerer *7th 3 2 2 5 Class feat, Improved Familiar Bloodline Feat, Bloodline Spell: Dispel Magic   Level 1st 2nd 3rd 4th   1st 3 - - - 2nd 4 - - -   3rd 5 - - -   4th 6 3 - -   5th 6 4 - -   6th 6 5 3 -   7th 6 6 4 -     Level 0st 1st 2nd 3rd   1st 4 2 - - 2nd 6* 2 - -   3rd 7* 3 - -   4th 8 4* 1 -   5th 8 6* 2 -   6th 9 6 4* 1   7th 9 7 5* 2     Dariot (Silvanshee) Darion's Original Form NG Tiny outsider (agathion, extraplanar, good) Init +6; Senses darkvision 60 ft., low-light vision; Perception +10 DEFENSE AC 21 , touch 14, flat-footed 18 (+2 Dex, +1 natural, +2 size, +4 Familiar's Bonus, +2 Feat Bonus) hp Half the Master Rounded Down (HD d10) Fort +7, Ref +6, Will +7; +4 vs. poison DR 5/evil or silver; Immune electricity, petrification; Resist cold 10, sonic 10; SR 13 OFFENSE Speed 30 ft., fly 90 ft. (good) Melee bite +9/+4 (1d3–4), 2 claws +9/+4 (1d2–4) Space 5 ft.; Reach 0 ft. Special Attacks heroic strength, pounce Spell-Like Abilities (CL 2nd; concentration +3) Constant—know direction, speak with animals At will—dancing lights, prestidigitation, stabilize 1/day—dimension door (self plus 5 lbs. of objects only) 1/week—commune (6 questions, CL 12th) STATISTICS Darion's True Form Str 3, Dex 15, Con 12, Int 10, Wis 12, Cha 13 Base Atk +2; CMB +2; CMD 8 (12 vs. trip) Feats Improved Initiative, Weapon Finesse Skills Acrobatics +11, Climb +7, Fly +6, Knowledge (arcana) +5, Knowledge (planes) +5, Knowledge (Religion) +7, Perception +10, Stealth +19; Racial Modifiers +4 Acrobatics, +4 Perception, +4 Stealth Languages Celestial, Draconic, Infernal; speak with animals, truespeech SQ cat’s luck, flight, lay on hands (1d6, 1/day, always as a 2nd-level paladin), spectral mist SPECIAL ABILITIES Cat’s Luck (Su): A silvanshee adds its Charisma modifier as a luck bonus on all its saving throws. Once per day as a standard action, it can also grant this bonus to one ally within 30 feet for 10 minutes. Heroic Strength (Su): Once per day, a silvanshee can grant itself a +8 enhancement bonus to Strength for 1 minute. Spectral Mist (Su): A silvanshee can assume an eerie, mist-like form roughly the size and shape of a cat. This ability has the same effect as a gaseous form spell, except the silvanshee retains its own DR and supernatural abilities and can move at its normal speed. It can remain in mist form up to 5 minutes per day. This duration does not have to be consecutive, but it must be used in 1-minute increments. Alertness (Ex): While a familiar is within arm’s reach, the master gains the Alertness feat. Improved Evasion (Ex): When subjected to an attack that normally allows a Reflex saving throw for half damage, a familiar takes no damage if it makes a successful saving throw and half damage even if the saving throw fails. Share Spells: The wizard may cast a spell with a target of “You” on his familiar (as a touch spell) instead of on himself. A wizard may cast spells on his familiar even if the spells do not normally affect creatures of the familiar’s type (magical beast). Empathic Link (Su): The master has an empathic link with his familiar to a 1 mile distance. The master can communicate empathically with the familiar, but cannot see through its eyes. Because of the link’s limited nature, only general emotions can be shared. The master has the same connection to an item or place that his familiar does. Deliver Touch Spells (Su): If the master is 3rd level or higher, a familiar can deliver touch spells for him. If the master and the familiar are in contact at the time the master casts a touch spell, he can designate his familiar as the “toucher.” The familiar can then deliver the touch spell just as the master would. As usual, if the master casts another spell before the touch is delivered, the touch spell dissipates. Speak with Master (Ex): If the master is 5th level or higher, a familiar and the master can communicate verbally as if they were using a common language. Other creatures do not understand the communication without magical help. Speak with Animals of Its Kind (Ex): If the master is 7th level or higher, a familiar can communicate with animals of approximately the same kind as itself (including dire varieties): bats with bats, cats with felines, hawks and owls and ravens with birds, lizards and snakes with reptiles, monkeys with other simians, rats with rodents, toads with amphibians, and weasels with ermines and minks. Such communication is limited by the Intelligence of the conversing creatures.