[PF-1e] Blood and Guts

[Maya Conti]

Hmm...

Is lich template unavailable?

[LeoByron]

I have added Lich to the list of available Templates. I forgot that that player left.

Looks like Maya was asking about it just as I started writing this!

Originally Posted by Dirkoth

@Leo: how do you feel about the changeling race? It's not core, standard or advanced, but it's also not as powerful as many of those are either. It's an "other" classification, apparently.

Changeling is fine.

[Maya Conti]

Great. I'm going to try making a lich, then.

[droobles]

High level single class undead, why not?


Everyone should have high Cha, so I guess the face position is filled. Is the group only missing casting? Although, one more tank is never too much

Could we allow sphere effects from out actions overcome our undead immunities? (Barrooms sphere talents mostly)

[LeoByron]

Originally Posted by Droobles

Could we allow sphere effects from out actions overcome our undead immunities? (Barrooms sphere talents mostly)

Not without an ability of some sort to allow it.

[ricktur63]

Leo knows I struggle with Spheres of Power,

You are not alone in this....

[mightymconeshot]

Name: Borven Rug
Race: Human, Skeleton Lord
Class: Soul Weaver 5 and Conscript 3/, Hive 5
Intended Role:Summoner, Blaster, Buffer, Minion Controller
Alignment:N

Spheres: Death, Warp, Destruction, Alteration, Beastmaster

Height: 5'6"| Weight:27 lbs.
Age: 45 before death| Skin: None but pre-risen albino
Hair: Gone, but pre-death shaved
Eyes: Gone, but pre-death red
Usual Attire: Long stained white robes with long elbow length leather gloves, leather smock, and a leather tool belt.

 

Appearance: Borven is a grim specter of death. Clad in long white robes that have seen far better days, he paces around dressed in leather gloves and smock apparently ready for surgery or butchering bodies. His robes constantly rustle as though things are squirming around underneath his clothes. When undressed, he is composed of a bleach worn skeleton with a swirling mass of insects crawling around inside his ribs.

 

Personality:Borven is consumed with the pursuit of knowledge at any cost. He believed that his research would have changed the world if only he had a chance to complete it before being killed and now that he has returned to life that has hardly changed. He firmly believes in the old adage that the ends justify the mean and now that he has returned from the dead he only sees as it justification for his continued presence here on the world. He is happy to serve and follow another as long as he is allowed to continue to purse his research and supplied with research material.

 

Background:Borven was an extremely intelligent young man who was born with an unfortunate hereditary disease. Picked on relentlessly, he escaped into books and school and found freedom in knowledge. Catching the eye of several university professors, he was brought in and given the entrance exams. Passing them with ease, they paid for everything to continue his education and he used it to study nature, medicine, and magic. Well he was attending his parents became sick and passed away. Despite the ministration of the priests and doctors, they grew frail and wasted away.

Enraged at losing them despite the ministration of all of those learned people, Borven vowed to find a way to stop disease and sickness. It was going down this path that lead to his death. Originally he was a fantastic doctor and scholar. Publishing paper after paper curing minor disease and sickness, he continued to delve into medicine only to grow frustrated as he failed to save his patients from more advanced wasting and genetics like his own sickness. He started to delve deeper into experiment in attempts to find a cure and it was after many years of losing excessive patients, his license was pulled. Retreating into the criminal underworld, he continued to work for various criminal needing a discerning individual who wouldn't ask questions or go to the authorities. And if that fellow needed help acquiring questionable things or making bodies disappear they were help to make a trade. Eventually the authorities got word of his activities and his clinic and after a quick raid it wasn't long before he wound up on the executioners list.

Long TermTo restart his lab and to find a way to create the "perfect" human. One who neither dies, ages, or weakens over time while still retaining their life.

[AlphaZ]

The Blood Disciple Name: Lilith Race: part of her transformationDhampir (formerly half-elf) Class: Crimson Dancer (reaper) 11 Intended Role: Damage, Healing, Debuff, Face Alignment: LE Spheres: Duelist, Blood, Life Template: Apostle Kyton   Height: 5'4" | Weight: 144 lbs Age: a class feature makes her timeless177 | Skin: white Hair: dark brown Eyes: white Usual Attire: Lilith wears fine garments in dark colors of cotton, silk, and linen. An ash-gray shawl, thin black veil, and fine but tasteful jewelry complete the look suggesting of a mourner for nobility or perhaps even royalty. She wears no armor and no obvious weapons. But the edges of her fingernails are stained a ruddy scarlet that no amount of cleaning ever seems to wash away.   Lilith is quiet and soft spoken with a gentle and seemingly submissive manner. However, when she speaks of what she knows she speaks with authority and finality. She is religious, but does not speak of it publicly. She portrays herself as innocent and pious, but the more she earns your trust the more of the truth she will reveal. Her philosophies might be shocking to those unfamiliar, but everything makes sense if she's given enough time to explain. Lilith is an expert in etiquette and polite conversation, which is important in her particular line of work. She works hard to ingratiate herself with people of means and influence. While typically non-confrontational she is occasionally disposed to murder.   Lilith owns a tidy little countryside estate just outside of Strathmoor from which she runs a private health and beauty spa, of sorts. Her clients are wealthy, influential, and very discreet, which is important both for them and for her. You see, Lilith deals not just in medicine but in blood. Thankfully it's not in fashion to admit you're older and trying to hide it, so everything stays nice and private at her quiet little estate. She enjoys her life and her work just as she has for decades. But of course it hasn't always been that way. Lilith was born to a minor elven noblewoman who, stricken with wanderlust in her third century, had taken up travel with a comparatively underwhelming man. He was a poor human apothecary, hair just starting to gray, without money, family, or privilege. He barely had a home, if you could call it that, propped up on sturdy wooden wheels and pulled from here to there by oxen. He traveled between the many small settlements dotting the Keegan Plains, peddling potions and tending the unwell. But worse than spending her childhood in wagon-bound vagrancy, the man had passed along his flawed mortality to her. She would live, grow old, and die before her mother passed her fifth century. This would need to be remedied. Learning from her father's books and later her own experimentation, Lilith began to explore the anatomical arts. She started helping with treatments and surgeries, soon surpassing her father in both expertise and skill. While he could not be more proud, her mother became suspicious of the quiet zeal and disturbing hobbies of her daughter. Lilith seemed to take little care in hiding the dismembered corpses of small animals and vermin. Worse still, she seemed to take some sadistic pleasure in taking them apart. But the last straw was finding religious icons of the god of pain, Zon-Kuthon. The old apothecary was too dim to realize what she had been doing, but her mother was quick to make it a spectacle. To his credit, the old man did weakly protest when her mother cast her out in some godsforsaken ditch between nowhere towns. But he would already be passed when Lilith returned many, many years later. What had first started as a curiosity soon became an obsession. Lilith had begun to dissect the very essence of mortality and life itself. She wondered if she could make improvements. She even began operating on herself, trying to unwind the threads of mortality within her and ultimately discard them. But as she cut deeper she came to understand it wasn't just what was in her that made her mortal, but also what was not. She would need something more. Over the course of decades she perfected her craft and herself until at last she found a way to steal the youth and longevity from others. But sickly peasants in dirty towns just couldn't bring her what she truly savored. She needed noble blood of noble birth. She needed an elf. And none was more deserving than her own mother. It took another two years to catch up with the woman. She'd set up in a reasonably accommodating city, carrying on the old man's work after he'd passed away. How could a woman born for so much more reduce herself to a common shopkeep and potioner? It was an injustice she could neither fathom nor bear. That night, Lilith gave her the gift of releasing her from such a pathetic life. She didn't spare a drop. She attended the funeral in some of her mother's own garments. Many came out to mourn this much-beloved woman, this icon of generosity and healing within their city. A thousand tears were shed and not one from Lilith. In fact she felt remarkably whole and alive. It was here in this moment of quiet triumph, this resolution to her past life and the first breath of her new life, that she first encountered The Prophet. Not so much a meeting as an understanding, The Prophet spoke to her telepathically. They shared wisdom, encouragement, and an invitation. What was at first worrying to Lilith, the idea that someone was in her head and somehow knew her secret deeds, soon became a source of relief. She was not alone here. This city had others like her, and she could be among them. She could find a community in this place. And a home. And so she did. It wasn't long before she'd established herself as an upstanding citizen and legitimate businesswoman. With her particular set of skills it seemed only natural to go into business as a private doctor, but what she soon realized was that the market for youth, vigor, and beauty was far more lucrative than simply carrying on the family business. However, it did require an amount of discretion. And blood. A lot of blood. Luckily, whatever she needed The Prophet provided. Here she found patients, clients, and victims in good supply. Here she could live a "normal" life while practicing her increasingly dark arts behind closed doors. And here she could share her philosophies of pain with those seeking an escape, whether from their own pains or the mere emptiness of ennui. And thus, almost unintentionally, the cult of Zon-Kuthon has persisted here in secret for over a hundred years, hidden behind a health and beauty spa just outside of town.   Lilith is always looking among the well-to-do for new clients, and among clients for new devotees. She has no need to rule or to restructure or overthrow. But she is a murderer by necessity, by trade, and somewhat by religion. That way of life must be preserved. She didn't get this far to throw it all away now. Anyone trying to stop her must be killed.   Background and Concept Elements She owns a fine but modestly-sized countryside estate outside of town. She runs a spa for the wealthy as a front for a cult of Zon-Kuthon. And for the money of course. Years of radical experimental surgery have left her with innumerable scars and a fundamentally altered physiology. She replaced her own eyes. They still bleed when she's under great stress. She's been an establishment within certain influential circles of Strathmoor for over 100 years, but still has to maintain discretion. She was arrested by Demetrious and unceremoniously struck down. He needs to be dealt with. Goals for the Character Kill Demetrious. One half practicality, one half petty revenge. But all the satisfaction of murder. Expunge her record. She is, after all, an ostensiblyelf in otherwise good standing. Anyone who knows her true identity must die. Restore the church. She will need a new congregation of devotees of pain. Eliminate the competition. Perhaps if she could burn the temple to the ground? Kill the bishop? Convert the bishop? Secrets About the Character Blood Magic. Obviously she can't just use it around town. Blood cult. There's not much hierarchy, but as the oldest member she's the de-facto leader. Not exactly public knowledge. Heritage. She's a half-elf by birth but has been altered dramatically since then. She still masquerades as an elf. Mother. She was raised in one of the risings. Could she be out for revenge? People That Are Tied to the Character Demetrious. The man knows too much, and he already caught her. He is enemy #1. Miss Courinne. She's the current servant in Lilith's home. Perhaps she knows more than she lets on. Sir Brisbane. A refined and amoral nobleman involved in Lilith's "church". "The Prophet". A supposedly powerful outsider of mysterious origin few have actually met. They run the cult through several proxies, including Lilith. Inquisitor Perceus. A hard-nosed holy man who keeps inviting Lilith to temple. Madame Beatrice Lefebvre. A notable beauty client, but not a cult member. Tristian Everith. Lilith's (dead, now undead) mother. 3 Memories, Mannerisms, or Quirks That Your Character Has. They don't have to be elaborate, but they should provide some context and flavor. Her eyes are mostly white. She keeps them downcast and hidden behind a veil. However, she can't hide the bleeding when she uses her magic. She loves to help others. But the way she "helps" is not something everyone would understand or consider legal. The memory of her mother being lowered into the ground still lingers in her mind. It was such a peaceful, poetic resolution to what the woman had done to her daughter and herself.   While kytons are often created by other kytons, by profane corruption, or by cult sacrifice, some come about in other ways. Some disturbed few actually do it to themselves. Lilith's interest in knowledge and perfection through careful self-surgery led her into this path of pain and granted her the profane gifts of Zon-Kuthon, the prince of pain himself. Through these gifts she continues to improve herself, though not exactly as real kytons do, pursuing better parts to replace her physical form. She already maintains what she sees as a perfect form. Lilith's obsession is instead the pursuit of better blood. She's taken it from sorcerers, from monsters, from immortals, each time granting herself greater power, strength, and youth. It is hard to imagine better blood than what she's already taken, but she's always open to trying someone new.   She's still not sure who sold her out. One of her family of the faith? One of her spa clients? Perhaps her own housekeeper? Or maybe that damn inquisitor finally went snooping where he didn't belong. But whoever it was, the wrath of Demetrious was sudden, swift, and could not have come at a worse time. Lilith was in the middle of some deep surgery and in no condition to resist. It also didn't help her argue a case against the accusations, being sliced open and covered in her own blood as she delicately handled the scalpel. No, she'd been caught quite thoroughly, her estate searched, her cult dispersed and hunted, and her home ultimately burned to the ground. All at once her perfect life became a perfect nightmare. The only saving grace is that Lilith was not executed publicly. She was beheaded and thrown into the same grave as many of the cultists who'd been cut down that day. Had they realized her true nature, her immortal power, they would not have been so careless. It was only a matter of time before she returned. Dirty, bloody, and homeless, she emerged from her grave to seek revenge and restore the life Demetrious had stolen from her. And for that there was only one place to go.   My current design gives her roughly 30ft range and focuses on, obviously, bleed damage. But this is augmented by applying debuffs and healing my allies at the same time, making Lilith an effective close range fighter, healer, and debuffer all in one turn. I wouldn't say she's optimized, but she's fun. And the Kyton template really synergizes with her blood powers. That full-round sonic attack that makes everyone bleed? Wonderful. What's also fun is I made her eyes a witchmark (the picture spoke to me) and the Kyton template gives her a gaze (fascinate) ability, meaning she has two good reasons to hide her eyes until she has one good reason to show them. Then of course when she uses her magic and starts bleeding from the eyes, well, so much for hiding. But between the fascinate ability and her amazing Charisma, plus a +4 racial bonus on bluff and intimidate, she'll be a strong face. Anyway I like her. I hope you do too.

[Battlechaser]

Originally Posted by LeoByron

Not without an ability of some sort to allow it.

If I’m correct alcohol is counted as a poison in pathfinder and with the alchemy sphere specialized venom talent, you could bypass the undead’s immunity to poison and to the fortitude saves-thingy. You just need to brew your own alcohol. So you take the natural materials talent (equipment) two times.

Congratulations, you’re a walking drunk brewery.

[triedtherest]

Application Name: Erin Neiz Thrune Race: Human, Zombie Lord Class: Fighter 11/Sanguine Angel 2 Intended Role: Long-ranged single person damage dealer, Switch Hitter Alignment: LE Height: 6'2"| Weight: 180lbs Age: 32 (at time of death)| Skin: Pale Hair: Shaved Eyes: Green Usual Attire: Face-covering helmet, blood-red cloak.   Appearance: Previously quite beautiful, her face was scarred in a ritual during her life, and is now painfully grey in her UNlife! Apart from that, there is no sign of rot, and she looks much as she did as a mortal, not that this matters much, as she seldom takes off her face-covering helmet.   Personality: Power-hungry, she has never been truly able to call someone a friend.*Will only take Orders from those who have earned her loyalty, from anyone else she takes it as merely a suggestion! She does not take slights against her well, and will harbour a grudge till the end of time, unless she "settles" it first!   Background: Born as a minor scion daughter of the Royal house of Thrune, Erin was a beautiful, strong, but clumsy child, who was sent away to a foreign Court after she punched a visiting dignitary in the throat when she deemed his attentions were unwanted. The Queen in this land, who was recently widowed under dubious circumstances, heard of her beauty and strength (and the will to use that strength) sought her out and had her trained up to join her all-female Cadre of Royal Guards and Enforcers, The Grey Maiden’s. Erin suffered and learned much among her new Sisters, learning techniques that allowed her to use her raw strength to compensate for her lack of coordination, making her one of the best Archers in the City! It came as a shock to all, when a group of Assassins (who referred to themselves as "Adventurers") stormed the Royal Palace and killed the Queen! Many Maidens died attempting to prevent this (Erin was among them), and the survivors had the fallen buried in their Ceremonial Armour as a last token of respect before they disbanded and went their own ways. Years later, Erin was resurrected by a wave of Necrotic Energy that saw her reborn into Unlife. Not knowing what had happened, she performed a Rite known only to House Thrune, she bound an Imp to her service, who informed her of the events that had transpired after her death. Even had she still been physically capable of doing so, Erin didn't cry for her murdered Sisters or Queen. That was one of the first things the Maidens had taught her: "Tears are useless, if you are going to spend energy on sentiment, spend it on REVENGE!" So, Erin set out with her Imp, who called himself Lazlo (or Laz for short), to seek revenge on the "Adventurers" who had wronged her. However, as it turned out, they had all passed away years ago, so she settled for wiping out their entire bloodlines. This turned out to be much easier than expected, for these people had long been regarded as Heroes(?) by the people, and the descendants were all too eager to brag about their famous ancestors, including some that turned out to lying about it (posthumously!) She had tracked down and killed all but one, she had saved the most difficult one for last. He was the leader of some far away, backwoods speck of land that she had never heard of, and as a bonus, he was said to have in his possession, The Sanguine Tome, a precious manuscript that held all the secrets that her Order had not had time to teach her. But to get to them both, she would need help this time. Lazlo led her to a group that also sought revenge.... Long Term Get the last part of her revenge by killing Demetrious, retrieve The Sanguine Tome and its knowledge to complete her training and ascend to full Devil-hood. After that, either join up with one of the groups that the Grey Maidens formed after disbanding, or maybe even create her own!     Bought: Str 18, Dex 9, Con 10, Int 12, Wis 14, Cha 18 Modifiers: -Race: Str +2 -Template: +2 Str, Dex +2 -Levels: Dex +1, Str +2 Final Ability Scores: Str 24, Dex 12, Con -, Int 12, Wis 14, Cha 18   Fighter 5 Sanguine Angel 2 Fighter 6 - 11   Defender of the Society: You gain +1 AC when wearing Medium or Heavy Armour. Reactionary: +2 to Initiative Checks   H) Noble Scion Thrune) 1) Iron Will F1) Improved Shield Bash F2) Weapon Focus (Heavy Blades) 3) Point-Blank/Precise Shot F4) Weapon Focus (Bows) 5) Weapon Specialisation (Bows) 7) Far Shot F6) Bullseye Shot 9) Vital Strike F8) Devastating Strike 11) Improved Vital Strike F 10) Improved Precise Shot 13) Greater Weapon Focus (Bows)   Maiden’s Panoply - 30,650 GP Erinyes Company Cloak - 22,000 GP Maiden's Aegis - 9170 GP Greater Bracers of Archery - 25,000 GP Belt of Giant Strength +6 - 36,000 GP Headband of Alluring Charisma +6 - 36,000 GP +3 Adaptive Composite Longbow of Distance - 33,400 GP Efficient Quiver - 1,800 GP Various types of arrows - 6,000 = 147,370 GP Re. 630 GP Character Sheet

[droobles]

Originally Posted by Battlechaser

If I’m correct alcohol is counted as a poison in pathfinder and with the alchemy sphere specialized venom talent, you could bypass the undead’s immunity to poison and to the fortitude saves-thingy. You just need to brew your own alcohol. So you take the natural materials talent (equipment) two times.

Congratulations, you’re a walking drunk brewery.

High on fumes would work better and with a better action economy, if an undead can get drunk

Also, are we allowed to use oaths?

Also 2, is the martial contract optional rule available.

[Maya Conti]

 

Maryss Ordyn Maryss Ordyn (generated by Novel AI) Name: Maryss Ordyn Alignment: Neutral Evil Race: Human Lich Class: Sorcerer Deity: None Height: Weight: Age: Skin: Hair: Eyes: Usual Attire:   Appearance:   Personality:   Background: Long Term:

[Unforgiven]

@droobles: we don't have a super good face. My toon is the highest ac i believe, and I can bluff well or dominate at will. She's also a bit off her Rocker. A stable minded face could be good, and a focused tank should beat my ac.

[Battlechaser]

Originally Posted by droobles

High on fumes would work better and with a better action economy, if an undead can get drunk

It would, but it costs your martial focus. With specialized venom an undead should be able to get drunk.

[mightymconeshot]

Are we allowed to make our own casting tradition?