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Spazztick · #1 Jun 24th, 2014, 01:48 AM

There has been a thing, stuff stuff.

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Spazztick · #2 Jun 24th, 2014, 04:44 AM

"Deep in my mind, I often wander,
Across the open skies and through the endless seas,
Over the mountain tops and among the tallest trees,
When I rest my head, I often wander,
Roaming the wild plains and deep in the darkest caves,
I've seen so many things and dreamed so many dreams,
The need to be free, it's a wanderlust you see,
Never shall it be, taken away from me
So let it be known, I often wander,
Oh' I often wander..."

APPLICATION FORM
FOR ENROLLMENT INTO THE
PATHFINDER ACADEMY

Full Triple Name: __Fenrik Gain Hinsdale__ Age: __25__ Gender: __Male__
Occupation: __Bard__ Race and Nationality: __Human_|_Notredamme__
Deities Followed: __All_the_Gods__ Faith Followed: __Zistari,_The_Timekeeper__

Physical Description

A cunning smile complements Fenrik broad jawline, a nicely shaped nose and finely trimmed sideburns. Fenrik's appearance is often changing, from is style in clothing, to the way he works his hair. One thing that remains a constant, in the free spirited bards life, is his fiery red hair and goatee. He boasts, that it would rival, that of a dwarven king beard. Truth be told, it's quite an impressive beard, well trimmed and about eight inches in length. He is of an average height, standing just shy of six feet, and of average weight. He stays physically and mentally fit, being more agile than strong. His quick feet give him a certain bravado to his step, making his movements seem more like a dance than a step.

As a performer, he dresses to impress, wearing a variety of appealing colors. Most often he'll be seen in his green tunic, with orange siding. Red leather pants, with high top black feathered boots. The colors blend well with his worn gold and red cloak, and the boots go well with its thick a black feather trim. You will always see 'An expertly crafted lute, painted with golden paint and etched words from many different langauges.Dreamer' on his back, a pouch of scrolls and writing material on his hip. He doesn't don many visible weapons, save for the dagger on his boot and the light crossbow hilt on his side. Fenrik does walk with a beautiful carved quarterstaff, etchings that depict the faces of old and new gods.

Autobiography

Notredamme, now that's something I could talk about. I grew up there, but I suppose you already knew that. My great grandfather Fenrik the first, was among the first to seventy-five refugees to settle here. Did you also know my father, Junior, was one of the head engineers, responsible for the creation of the Yilfa branch of Notredamme's great irrigation structure. That's where he spent most of his time, leaving me and my sister at home, to take care of mum. I don't blame him, not anymore at least. I understand his job was important, countless relying on the work he did, to make their lives more comfortable. I rarely did see him, but it wasn't without his perks, he got paid quite well for his position. I mean, if it weren't for that, I'd never have gotten all those instruments growing up. Oh. I have loved music from the get go, tapping a steady rhythm since I just was a babe. So it was only natural, that I would be given the tools to play. And play I did, and sing as well. It came mostly naturally to me, but I owe a large part of my skills, to my music instructor Professor Gadrick. He was a very well known composer and a highly sought after teacher. I took to the strings really well, that being where my passion still lies to date. Would you like to hear me play?

My mother, Elsa May, was a Pathfinder, a cleric with a silver tongue. She had a way with words, a voice of angels, I could only aspire to match. I was born after her time serving, but She had always claimed, she was the running leader at the bare foot run and the tribus legged cursus. Whatever either of those are? I know she completed the academy, but I sometimes wonder about her boasts. Either way, I would have applied to join the academy much sooner, had my mother not fallen ill. It was the kind that even her steady healing hand, could have repaired. It was an overwhelming realization for me, the news of the sickness's severity and the open applications for the Academy that coming up week. My twin sister Mala and I made a decision together, knowing our fathers job was to important to stay at home and tend to a dying woman. Not that we had seen him in last two years anyways, so it only made the choice that much easier. I would stay and tend to our mother, while Mala went to join the academy. It was as if my heart cracked that day, but now I see I would not have it any other way. After all, I was able to enjoy the company of my mother, Elsa May Hinsdale, during the last few years of her life.

Mala would join me for the funeral, but my father would not. It should have been a rough time, but I knew what my mother would have wanted, as she stated so on countless occasions. "Death is not end, just another pathway to begin... let your soul run free, and always smile for me." That's what she'd say, or sing rather, in that untouchable voice. There were friends who served with her, among the fabled Pathfinders, that came to show their respects. It was as if, all of her friends and family, came to celebrate the person she always was. I'm sure she heard the songs we sang, wherever she was watching from. I returned to live in the manor, for exactly one weeks time. Then the next day would change everything, for it was when my father returned home. His once only slightly graying hair, was all but a silver white now. There were no words exchanged, just one long stare at each other. I let him see the strong man I had become, with no thanks to him. And so just like that, I packed up my things, tossed my lute on my back and headed away from this place and towards my future.

Character Analysis

"Who is Fenrik Gain Hinsdale? I suppose I could answer that, though it may be easier for me to explain why the sky is blue? Or how many mice there are in the Meirewal Plains? The finely dressed man says with a flashy smile, baring his pearly whites. "I am a man whose soul pulls in many directions, but whose heart resides in only one. I am one who sees beauty in places where others do not." Fenrik draws a crude looking stone from his pack, twirling it around in his hand. He then draws a similar sized stone, except this one is covered in a small crystal mineral formation. He places them out in front of him, letting the other examine them. "Take a look, you'll understand. Let's see, I follow where the wind takes me when I can. I experience the world and all the wonders it has to offer, appreciating the gifts my travels bring me. All those people to meet and places to see! It's exhilarating!"

He kicks his feet up, relaxing with a cool and collected smile on his face. The majority of the bard's deep red hair, rests loosely down to his shoulders, while the rest is tied up in a top knot. "I try to be a gatherer of knowledge really, though more of my youth was spent in books, versus out on the road. I hope to make up for that, by joining the academy and being a Pathfinder like my mother before me. I can say, there would be nothing more honorable."

Notes

Fenrik is missing half of his left hand's smallest finger, though he still manages to conduct some beautiful music. He lost the part of his finger, on a dare while he was in the academy. There was a plant that was said to eat flesh, being stored in one of the labs. All he had to do was poke it. As it was, his reactions were not as fast as he thought and they all learned the rumors were true.

He has not gone back to Notredamme for personal reasons, in many years. He does not know, the state of being his father is in.

His sister Mala has not been heard from in almost a year, while out on mission to Louver.

Fenrik can craft a number of different types of musical instruments, having taught himself both the flute and various forms of wind based percussion. When he retires, he hopes to teach others to play.

Spazztick · #3 Jun 20th, 2015, 10:14 PM

Dice burningmania:

19d6+19

(4, 1, 6, 5, 6, 1, 3, 4, 2, 4, 3, 6, 1, 3, 2, 2, 4, 5, 5)+19

Total = 86

Dice acidBomb6:

25d10+25

(10, 6, 6, 3, 5, 5, 3, 1, 10, 2, 3, 5, 1, 1, 9, 4, 7, 2, 6, 6, 2, 7, 2, 2, 10)+25

Total = 143

(143)

Dice bomb:

24d10+24

(10, 2, 4, 7, 8, 4, 1, 3, 10, 2, 6, 7, 10, 5, 10, 4, 3, 1, 8, 5, 8, 3, 4, 5)+24

Total = 154

(154)

Dice bomb:

24d10+24

(5, 4, 7, 2, 4, 2, 8, 4, 7, 3, 4, 8, 8, 9, 5, 9, 9, 2, 9, 9, 8, 5, 5, 8)+24

Total = 168

(168)

Dice bomb:

25d10+24

(10, 5, 7, 2, 9, 3, 8, 9, 3, 1, 4, 3, 2, 5, 1, 8, 7, 4, 10, 2, 7, 4, 2, 7, 10)+24

Total = 157

(157)

Dice bomb:

25d10+24

(4, 3, 2, 5, 6, 8, 9, 10, 6, 6, 3, 8, 9, 3, 1, 9, 5, 1, 2, 5, 9, 3, 1, 3, 3)+24

Total = 148

(148)

Spazztick · #4 Aug 23rd, 2015, 11:30 PM

Niidi of the Gylinmoore

Application

Character Application

Who?
Niidi The creatures from this particular realm do not carry their own last names. They instead represent the region they are from, if they even represent anything at all.of the Gylinmoore
What?
Gathlain. (Tiny Size Gathlain, More plant like than their larger cousins.Vine Runner Variant.), Druid / Ranger + Nature Warden Prestige Class (Still unsure.)
Where?
First World.

Description: Niidi has pale olive colored skin, with dark green ivy like wings. He can stand a foot and a half high, if he steps on the tip of his toes, which is about average height for his race. The tiny fey looks humanoid enough, having two arms and two legs, but his limbs are far longer than what would be considered normal proportions. He has five fingers, five toes, an over-sized mouth and over-sized amber-colored eyes. His head is wider at the top than at the bottom, which he claims it's to account for the size of his brain.(Though that often gets an eye roll or two.) It's not that he's unintelligent, he's just quick and reckless, which happens to be in his nature. He has a head full of wildly spiky hair, which changes color often, usually depending on his mood. On most occasions it will be black, but red and shades of green are common as well.

Niidi likes things. I mean, he REALLY likes things. So he scavenges bits cloth and random materials from the lands around, often where the other races are more 'civilized' and don those kind of things. He is a crafty little one, mixing and matching various materials to make his own patchwork clothing. He doesn't particularly care about wearing clothes in the first place, as running around without is not exactly uncommon where he's from. He just likes things that aren't normal, the clothing side helps to set him aside from his other kin. He would have a much larger collection of things, but alas his size limits the amount they can pilfer, or 'borrow' on any given trip. This particular tiny fey wears a set of leaf armor that he crafted himself, which is finely stitched together to create a mediocre barrier. He carries a bow and thorn arrows, as well as well as a long spear.(though long is a relative term, as it's length is hardly the size of a normal dagger.)

He moves with a graceful step, almost as if he's dancing as he walks. His tiny legs to not move him very fast, which is where his wings come in to play. The plant like stocks root within his back and trails of thin veins traveling out through the leafy bulk of his wings. On instinct, those little wings can go from still, to a complete blur, which will pick him right up. While he can zip around at fairly high speeds, his control over his momentum isn't always... perfect. It is true that he's been known to collide into a tree or two, as well as the occasional other flyer.(Have you heard that he hates birds? Oh yeah, he's not much a fan of them... especially the bigger ones.) The little bugger is agile as all get out, always doing weird things like walking on his hands, or hopping in circles on one foot. Niidi also can pack a punch when he needs to, one that would surprise just about anybody who picked a fight with him. While most of his strength may be innate due to his magical home, there is something to be said about the tiny feys determination.

Niidi has a clear mind set of what he wants, and where he wants to go. The worlds will never be big enough for him to explore, and he'll never have enough time to go to all the places he wants to. It's a fact he's come to accept, but it doesn't stop him from trying. He's reckless, cunning and some might even say devious, but he tends to lean in a positive direction. Part of his moral views likely have to do with how social of a creature Niidi can be. Like many fey creatures, he holds an affinity to nature, a bond that will always grow over time. He doesn't wish harm on many creatures, plants or beings of higher power.(Save for birds of course.) It's common place to live in close proximity to various types of life, which helps one be tolerable of others. Niidi is quite willing to share with folks, but I'll warn you, be careful when you start accepting his gifts. That little punk will see his 'kindness' as granting him certain leeway, with other people's belongings. He will own up to it if caught though(Which isn't often.), handing the items back almost right away, depending on the item of course. He doesn't have many friends, but is ever trying to meet those who will risk all with him, perhaps even go on an adventure. With time Niidi would make a great friend. Also on the plus side, he surely has a sense of humor.

The Story: First World, as many of the mortals call it, is a vastly changing realm. The level of magical influence is staggering, leading to countless phenomenons spread across the world. There are places where waterfalls raise up from the earth, where natural light magnifies into vast arrays of colors and where you'll find a tree telling stories all year round, of the good ol' days. The number of species and variants of those species, that resides in First World, is astronomical. While I could get into explaining about the sentient moss and trickery of the sprites, today we will stick to talking about the Gathlain. One particular Gathlain in fact, Niidi.

Niidi comes from the massive forest of Sanguine Gylinmoore. It's size is far greater in height than in width, but huge nonetheless. Large clumps of land dot the skies of the Gylinmoore, floating majestically in a stream of wild magic. Dense clusters of Kyrwood Trees(Life Wood.) are like that of the great coastal redwoods, having a red tint to the bark and growing upwards of three hundred feet high on average. They do have a few main differences. One difference is their branches, which are thicker, longer, and spread out drooping downward. The second being the coves that are naturally formed under the roots, as if the trees are offering shelter for the denizens of the woods.(And they are.) They also don't stay straight all the way to the way to the top, as they gently curve to move around the floating islands above, attempting to still receive light.

Specific to Gylinmoore, are the Kyrvines(Life Vines), that stretch from tree to tree. These vines are unique in the way that they grow, as they start from one tree, grow along the branches and stretch out to other trees. They then attach to other trees around them, melding into the branches and trunk. This is so that they may share water and nutrients among them. The Kyrvines helps prevent those trees from dying, that don't find the suns rays or a bountiful amount of water. An amazing blend of nature and magic, which greatly preserves the forests life.Kyrwood Trees create the bulk of the forest, covering each bit of elevated land, as well as the earth below. Floating islands are not particularly uncommon in this world, but one's so lush with life, are quite a bit rarer. Many different races make their home here, living among and within the trees, even some building burrows or more complex housing within the floating islands soil. Niidi had a home here once, up on one of the higher islands, utilizing a cove under a smaller tree. He even built the shelter and furnishings himself, using Under water trees, dense and sturdy but the branches break off all the time. Which leaves plenty of wood to scavange. A bounty that many in the land take advantage of.Sea Tree wood that drifted ashore one of the great lakes to the north. His home is even garnished with small woven lanterns, using trapped fire beetles as a light source. All in all it's a nice place, very cozy if you're less than two feet tall.

One fate filled day, when Niidi was taking another one of his many trips away from home, he decided his next destination would be the Rhyme Woods. He had heard countless tales about this forest, where they say the the trees sing. I don't mean that in a metaphor, but in a literal sense. So it only made sense that Niidi would want to see it for himself, if not just to confirm the stories. It took him a couple weeks to get to the border of the forest. Large elms, willows and oaks made up this particular place. Walking among the the ground and weaving between trees, he couldn't find any sign of song. It saddened him, but the woods were large, and he'd just arrived. He started flying from branch to branch, meeting a few friendly wood nymphs, that he flirted with without giving it a second thought. When he asked if these woods truly sang, to the Nymph, all he got in response was a laugh. Niidi also avoided a few dangerous looking creatures, some he knew of and other he didn't. Knowing which creatures to hide from had kept the little bugger alive all this time. He continued his search, stopping often to simply listen.

Then he heard it somewhere off in the distance, a very deep bellowing sound. He followed the noise, excitement showing all over his face. As he closed in the sound became clearer. It was more than one source, low sounds resonating together to make a strangely appealing music.

"Dumm Bumm Bumm Bumm Bumm Dumm Bumm Bumm Bumm... "

He moved just around a few more trees, and slowed to a stop, hovering in the air. His eyes were held wide open, as he watched what was in front of him.

"Doo Ohh Ohh Ohh Ohh Doh Ooh Ooh OooOoooooh... Dumm Bumm Bumm..."

In a large meadow, a circle of four ancient looking trees all with unique faces, waited by a large flat stone. They were all singing together, in a form of acapella, it was unlike anything the Gathlain had ever seen before. On the flat rock in the center of them all, an elderly looking man with the lower body of a white stag, paced back and forth, waving one hand up and down in the air. Niidi didn't have the slightest clue what the Dryad was doing with his motions, but it did hit him that he may be teaching the trees to sing. He waited for them to finish their quartet, then clapped his hands together showing his excitement. They were not surprised by his visit, claiming they got onlookers fairly often. Niidi talked to them all, learning each of the trees names, Goroh, Boroh, Fitch and Crouhk. They were all elder treants, and far nicer than Niidi would've expected. The Dryad's name was Valinic, a druid from a this particular grove and one who possessed a unique musical talent.

The tiny fey spent all day watching, listening and talking with them, even trying to sing along as they went. After the day was over, Valinic offered his hospitality to Niidi, offering to share a meal and some more conversation. There was much talking that night, Niidi ever so curious about the druidic ways. While some of it was secretive, the Dryad had no problem sharing his motives and reasons to cherish nature. So, one thing led to another and two weeks later Niidi would start his apprenticeship with Valinic the druid. He would take this time to get in further touch with the natural magic within him, as well as how to summon strength and bonds from nature itself. There were many great lessons to be learned. Had it not been for the events of the multi-verse train, then Niidi would still be training and singing in those woods. Fate is an interesting thing, picking you up from one place, only to drop you down in another.

Roleplaying Sample:

Oh the stench!"Ha ha haaah... liiitle liiitle... huhuhuhaah... I could'ent even pick teeth with you. ha ha haa..." The world looked funny from this view, everything being upside down. For just a moment, Niidi imagined what it would be like if it was always like this, then the troll that was holding him by his foot, gave him a violent shake back and forth. The rapid movement jarred his brain and messed with his vision a bit, when he opened his eyes the large brownish-green creature was holding him right up to his face. "Oh no... Oh oh oh no... I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die... I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die, come come on come on.." He keeps trying to break free, but has no luck what so ever. The troll just continues to laugh as he slowly lowers the little vine runner towards his mouth.

Niidi could feel his hot breath wash over him, instantly causing him to retch. It is still to date, the worst smelling thing his nose has ever had the pleasure of being able to take in. "No no no no.. please please please... d-d-d-d-don't... you don't wa..." The troll looked over at the others around him, laughing with a devious smile on his face. Then he held Niidi right up towards his lips, opened his mouth wide and took in a deep breath, which sucked Niidi partly into his mouth, but the troll did not let go. Then he just blew out a huge gust of air, that sent the Gathlain flying dozens of feet back and smacking hard into a tree trunk. All three trolls just rolled with laughter, as the *thwack* sound got back to them. "Aahhh aahhhahahah..."

Niidi recovered as quickly as he could, gaining flight and speeding off into the distance. His breathing was frantic, and he even smacked into a low hanging branch as he checked behind his shoulder. It only derailed his travel a moment, but it still hurt something fierce. All he could think was. "They didn't eat me! They didn't..." He sniffed and instantly gagged. He just realized he was covered in Troll saliva and stench, but at least he was alive.

Another day, another year."Iii dooon't sound hiiiigh. You sound hiiigh." Goroh said to his brother Boroh, as they the music was interrupted for the fifth time today. "Nonsense... My song is the looowwwest. Your soooouund iiis utter tomfoooolery" Boroh responds, the other two chime in with their boasts and claims, Crouhk swearing up and down the branches, that his song is the lowest. In reality they all sounded near the same, deeper than the drowsiest dwarf. Eventually Valinic would stop their bickering, so that they could resume their practice. "Now now guys, let's just agree to stop the arguing for awhile and we'll determine who sings the lowest in a form of competition someday. We will just need a sizable audience, and you'll want to be ready and at your prime for when that happens." The four trees all seemed happy with that idea, until Fitch spoke up. "Yeaaah Yeah... thaaat is what yoooou said laaast yeaaar." Goroh chimed in. "Yeeeah... and the yeeaar before thaaat.." There was a bit more back and forth, but eventually Valinic won them over, using a bit of positive reinforcement. The quartet starts back up, humming and singing away. When they harmonized they could sing for hours, a beautiful low tone traveling all through the valley.

Niidi sat on one of Fitch's branches, laughing as they bickered. "Oh no no no... of all who are here, mine is the lowest.. OOooohhhhhohohhhh..." He tries his best to sing a long low tone, but the tiny fey doesn't even cut close. He chuckles again, as their Dryad instructor shakes his head and has them continue singing. Today they had a small audience, a couple of the forest sprites and even a large bear had come to sit at the edge of the opening. It would end up being just another peaceful day.

Goals Prior to the Train: Niidi had simple goals and ambitions, he only wanted to be able to explore every single inch of this world and every other world he could possibly get to. Nothing big or anything, but knowledge and curiosity go together like peas in a pod. He had always been kind of lonely, so making friends has also been on his to do list. With the exception of the four trees and the Dryad, he has very few friends.(And the treants don't make the best friends, though they do make great singing partners.)

Ryart Dominrall Rinson: Human Barbarian.

Ryart Rinson: Clan of the Roaring Flame.

Name:
Name: Ryart Dominrall Rinson.
Race: Human. ( Russian, Celtic. )
Class: Barbarian / Fighter
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral.
Home Region: Sodden Lands.*

Description:
Age:28
Height:6'10"
Hair:Red, Black Bandanna.
Eyes:Golden Brown.

Ryart is a monstrously tall man, with broad shoulders and a muscular build. His wide jawline, is accompanied by a full red beard. He keeps his wavy shoulder length hair, slicked back behind his ears and wears a black bandanna over the top of it. He has a tattoo in the center of his chest, one of a Minotaur's head with horns made of fire. The tattoo represents the barbarian's deity that his tribe worships, Bah'Ko'Rah. Tribal style flames stretch out from his chest, covering his sides, shoulder, back and arms. He has a number of piercing in the cartilage of his ears, and two golden rings in his right eyebrow. He wears heavy high-top boots, with several leather straps wrapped up them, his right boot having a sheath to a large dagger-like blade. On his back he keeps the greatsword, Raze, a family heirloom of his, which he refers to as a 'She'. He keeps Raze peacebound to her sheath, a blood red cloth tying her to it. The armor he wears varies, but his go to is his Mithral Chain Shirt and Leathers. When he doesn't see a reason to wear any armor, which is a rare occasion for him, He dons loose fitting clothing. Usually a white or burgundy tunic and tan colored shorts.

Demeanor: Ryart has a kind heart, one of those giant teddy bear types, preserving the lives of humans over all else. He does not hold anything against the other races, it's just blood of his blood that he shows his deepest compassion. He does hold a deep disdain for anything undead and with good reason. His speech is strong with his clans accent, which makes communication a bit challenging at times. However, that does not stop him from being a talkative man. He likes to share stories, though many of his are sorrowful tales. When it comes down to fighting, he'll use his own body to shield his friends and companions, often at a great cost. He is an aspiring dreamer, with goals and plans for his future. While he does not know what it will hold, he strives to be the best man he can be, even if his rage can get the best of him. He is far more likely to punch a hole in a wall, then to snap at one of his colleagues. Ryart is a good friend to have, those that he knows well, will contest to that fact.

Background: Ryart is a chieftain's son, of the clan of the Roaring Flame, and had been a candidate for chieftain, next in line after his father. He is a skilled fighter, which is a trait that is marveled in most barbarian clans. His issue however, was that he didn't want it yet, taking a leadership roll was not his strongest suit. Being as he was kind of antisocial, some would even say a tad socially awkward. When the offer came for him to take the reins, he turned it down. So his father stayed in charge for a time, and Ryart would head a raiding party from time to time, as well as run errands to some of the closer cities.

Ryart took a routine trip to gather coal for the forges, from a local cities trade district. The barbarians didn't fancy themselves miners, not when there were others who were much more effective at it. It had all gone smoothly as usual, leaving Ryart without having any concerns. It was during this trip, that a rider from his clan rode into the city.

The rider who came was a woman runner, one that would relay messages from various groups of the tribe, other tribes and things of that sort. She was grievously wounded, and collapsed off her horseback as soon as she reached the city. The city guard had carried her to a medical facility within the outer city, doing what they could to tend to her wounds. Sadly they were not natural wounds, as the flesh around the punctures was already starting to rot. Ryart managed to get in to see her, in her last few moments in life, only to have a revelation that would rattle the foundation of his life.

A Lich from who knows where, had been destroying his home and nearly all the living with it. Those who did fall, did not stay down long, as they were being reanimated in the service of the Lich and used as fodder to cut down the other survivors. Ryart could not believe it, he would not believe it. He left her immediately after hearing the news. He found somebody to trade the wagon he had, and the entire shipment of coal for one capable horse, and rode hard and fast back to the highland area where his clan resided. Before he left, he begged the city guard to send help with him, and there were none who were willing to join him. He screamed and cursed at them, finally leaving on his own. It would take him a good four hours of hard riding to get there, and he only hoped the horse would make it.

He arrived about two hours before sunset, to find not a single sign of life among the area. Their tents and few wooden structures, were all but in shambles. The amount of blood strewn about the camp was daunting. Ryart found himself in shock, as he slowly made his away around, checking for some sign of survivors. He desperately hunted for some sign of his family. Why this Lich had come here was a mystery. Ryart could only assume, it was looking for something, for not a stone was left unturned. He arrived at his chieftain's hut, his fathers hut. Surprisingly, the structure was still intact. He stood there frozen like a statue, among a gory battlefield. It took some time, before he could bring himself to enter. When Ryart did eventually go in, his fears were confirmed. Nothing remained, save for a pool of blood. He adjusted 'Raze' on his back and said a silent prayer to the whatever gods would listen. The thought that Raze, could have been what the Lich was hunting, never even cross his mind.

Ryart would morn for a time, though it would not last long. Sadly, death was something he was familiar with. Even so, the overwhelming loss pained him deeply. The barbarian would leave his ruined clan, determined to hunt down the one responsible for the slaughter. A few months of searching the surrounding lands, would lead him to the city of Kazrik.

He would join a group of adventurers, with a primary goal to hunt down the Lich responsible for the slaughter of his tribe. He was not the only one who wanted revenge. Ryart spent four years searching for the Lich, and in the end they never could find him. It was then that he gave up his search, hoping that if he kept his ears open, he would hear something of the monster someday.

A Weapon Bound to Protect:

'Raze' is a beautiful weapon, a great sword that was passed down for generations in the clan of the Roaring flame. It had always been within the Rinson family, saying to have gone back to the days where their god, Bah'Ko'Rah, walked among them. The stories of a god playing a role with the mortals, extend in many directions. Some say many of the clan are descendants of Bah'Ko'Rah himself. Few families used to boast, that they're the ones who share his blood. None of it was ever proved, but the legends sank deep into their hearts. Bah'Ko'Rah was said to have loved a human woman, fathering several children with her. His love, was said to be named Mee'Ara. They say he stayed with her until her dying breath, at the hands of his most hated enemy. As a last act to save his love, Bah'Ko'Rah gave his life up among the mortals and returned to his place in the outer planes. Raze was said to have been a weapon made by binding her soul within the blade, so she could ever live on free of the crutch of being mortal. So she could spend her eternity striking down those that have wronged the living, those that would seek to do the mortals harm. It is of course a story, and a great one at that, though it's hard to say what the truth really is.

The Deity Ryart Follows.

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Intelligent Item Ability Scores

Intelligent magic items possess all three mental ability scores: Intelligence, Wisdom, and Charisma. Each one of these ability scores begins at a value of 10, but can be increased to as high as 20. Table: Intelligent Item Ability Scores shows the cost to increase one of the item's ability scores. This cost must be paid for each ability score raised above 10. For example, an intelligent magic item with a 15 Intelligence, 12 Wisdom, and 10 Charisma would cost at least 2,400 gp more than the base item (including the 500 gp for being an intelligent item).Ability Scores

Senses and Communication

Every intelligent magic item begins with the ability to see and hear within 30 feet, as well as the ability to communicate empathically with its owner. Empathy only allows the item to encourage or discourage certain actions through urges and emotions. Additional forms of communication and better senses increase the item's cost and Ego score, as noted on Table: Intelligent Item Senses and Communication.Senses and Communication

Each intelligent item should possess at least one power, although more powerful items might possess a host of powers. To find the item's specific powers, choose or roll on Table: Intelligent Item Powers. All powers function at the direction of the item, although intelligent items generally follow the wishes of their owner. Activating a power or concentrating on an active one is a standard action the item takes. The caster level for these effects is equal to the item's caster level. Save DCs are based off the item's highest mental ability score.Intelligent Items Powers

Intelligent Item Information

Some intelligent items have special purposes that guide their actions. Intelligent magic items with a special purpose gain a +2 Ego bonus. An item's purpose must suit the type and alignment of the item and should always be treated reasonably. A purpose of “defeat/slay arcane spellcasters” doesn't mean that the sword forces the wielder to kill every wizard she sees. Nor does it mean that the sword believes it is possible to kill every wizard, sorcerer, and bard in the world. It does mean that the item hates arcane spellcasters and wants to bring the local wizards' cabal to ruin, as well as end the rule of a sorcerer-queen in a nearby land. Likewise, a purpose of “defend elves” doesn't mean that if the wielder is an elf, he only wants to help the wielder. It means that the item wants to be used in furthering the cause of elves, stamping out their enemies and aiding their leaders. a purpose of “defeat/slay all” isn't just a matter of self-preservation. It means that the item won't rest (or let its wielder rest) until it places itself above all others.

Table: Intelligent Item Purpose has a number of sample purposes that a magic item might possess. If the wielder specifically ignores or goes against an intelligent item's special purpose, the item gains a +4 bonus to its Ego until the wielder cooperates. This is in addition to the +2 Ego bonus gained by items with a special purpose.Special Purpose Items

A dedicated power operates only when an intelligent item is in pursuit of its special purpose. This determination is always made by the item. It should always be easy and straightforward to see how the ends justify the means. Unlike its other powers, an intelligent item can refuse to use its dedicated powers even if the owner is dominant (see Items Against Characters). The caster level for these effects is equal to the item's caster level. Save DCs are based on the item's highest mental ability score. See Table: Special Purpose Item Dedicated Powers for a list of dedicated powers.Dedicated Powers(Special Purpose Item)

Item Ego

Ego is a measure of the total power and force of personality that an item possesses. An item's Ego score is the sum of all of its Ego modifiers plus an additional bonus for the cost of the base magic item (excluding the cost of all of the intelligent item enhancements). An item's Ego score helps determine whether the item or the character is dominant in their relationship, as detailed below.Item's Ego

Items against Characters

When an item has an Ego of its own, it has a will of its own. The item is absolutely true to its alignment. If the character who possesses the item is not true to that alignment's goals or the item's special purpose, personality conflict—item against character—results. Similarly, any item with an Ego score of 20 or higher always considers itself superior to any character, and a personality conflict results if the possessor does not always agree with the item.

When a personality conflict occurs, the possessor must make a Will saving throw (DC = item's Ego). If the possessor succeeds, she is dominant. If she fails, the item is dominant. Dominance lasts for 1 day or until a critical situation occurs (such as a major battle, a serious threat to either the item or the character, and so on). Should an item gain dominance, it resists the character's desires and demands concessions such as any of the following:

Removal of associates or items whose alignment or personality is distasteful to the item.
The character divesting herself of all other magic items or items of a certain type.
Obedience from the character so the item can direct where they go for its own purposes.
Immediate seeking out and slaying of creatures hateful to the item.
Magical protections and devices to safeguard the item from molestation when it is not in use.
That the character carry the item with her on all occasions.
That the character relinquish the item to a more suitable possessor due to alignment differences or conduct.
In extreme circumstances, the item can resort to even harsher measures, such as the following:

Force its possessor into combat.
Refuse to strike opponents.
Strike at its wielder or her associates.
Force its possessor to surrender to an opponent.
Cause itself to drop from the character's grasp.
Naturally, such actions are unlikely when harmony reigns between the character's and item's alignments or when their purposes and personalities are well matched. Even so, an item might wish to have a lesser character possess it in order to easily establish and maintain dominance over him, or a higher-level possessor so as to better accomplish its goals.

All magic items with personalities desire to play an important role in whatever activity is under way, particularly combat. Such items are natural rivals, even with others of the same alignment. No intelligent item wants to share its wielder with others. An intelligent item is aware of the presence of any other intelligent item within 60 feet, and most intelligent items try their best to mislead or distract their host so that she ignores or destroys the rival. Of course, alignment might change this sort of behavior.

Items with personalities are never totally controlled or silenced by the characters that possess them, even though they may never successfully control their possessors. They may be powerless to force their demands, but most remain undaunted and continue to air their wishes and demands.Item's Against Characters, The battle of our Ego.

Ryart's Weapon

How Niidi and Ryart came to meet.

Friend of the Fey.There are many forces throughout all the planes that sometimes slip beyond explanation. The Gods could be said to be the largest of such force, but there are also ancient creatures and planes that many would not even believe existed. There is powerful magic that can defy all explanation, bring the dead back from life and send the living spiraling from one world to another. Many of these scenarios are simply myth to most, but those that understand the true nature of the worlds. They can tell you that magic comes with a heavy risk, one of which even the educated are often unaware. The most accurate hypothesis is that when a being or creature uses a strong enough arcane magic, that it's effects ripple throughout the ley-lines. Causing unknown events to occur the planes, because of such a disturbance.

In the First World, the land of the Fey, there are occasionally rifts that open up and split the links between worlds. Sometimes they stay for a seconds, sometimes for years. Even in the land of the Fey, the case of these rifts are unknown to most. There are many who speculate and spread ideas of what may be the cause, but often they are wrong. For those that are in tune with the magical energies of the land, they can feel the presence when a rift appears. The severity of such depends on their location and the size of the rift.

Niidi is one of these creatures, while he doesn't really know it even to date, he has always been connected with the magic of the world. He had never known truly what the strange sensations were caused from, but it had always interested him. It wasn't until sometime after his training with the druid, that he felt the most intense episode of his life. Something had caused a great split in the worlds magic and it was close. It discombobulated him, but still he knew where it was. He simply had to find out what it was and so he took to the air and flew. It was late in the night and he would not tell his friends, the trees and the druid. Had he known he wouldn't be coming back, perhaps he would've stayed. Though, perhaps he would not have... Oh but that is the curious nature of his kin.

Niidi flew for two miles, feeling the static energy within him shift and change. When he arrived at his destination, it was unmistakable. A large elm had one of it's branches completely missing, where the limb used to have been, well that was the strange thing. A plethora of colors of various hues twisted in shifted in what could only be explained as a tear in the sky. Leaves from the tree rushed into the colors and were gone. Even despite the chaos, there was something calming to the tiny fey. Niidi felt drawn to the source of this magic, but he did not know what it was. He flew closer, bit by bit, edging towards the magic tear in the planes. He kept moving like a moth to flame and within a minute he would be caught within it.

Explaining the sights and sounds of extrademinsonal travel, well it just can't be done. So I won't even begin to do so, needless to say, it was quite a trip. Something about being everywhere and being nowhere at the same time. After what could've been months, days, seconds, the chaos ended and Niidi found himself spit of beyond and into a whole new world. It was a night filled with stars, but they were not the ones Niidi remembered. There were not multiple moons and planets of various colors, there was no constant multi-colored aura in the sky. It was not his home, but he had little time to think about this as he was falling. The little fey crashed into a large pine, disoriented beyond belief. He did all he could to must her wings to slow his fall, but he hit with enough force to knock himself clean out. He vaguely remembers seeing the light of a fire as blackness took him. An unknown creature heard the thump and found the fey on the ground. He moved it closer to the fire, examined it and realized it was something unique and quite alive. It cut up part of his own blanket, making a small bed and cover for the creature. Then It sat by the fire and waited.

Need slowly opens his eyes and lets out a yawn, he stretches his arms out and moves his wings about. His body was far sorer than it should've been, and after such a compelling dream. The blanket he was covered with felt strange, not made of leaves for one thing. Once he started to take in the sights around him, his eyes quickly shot wide open. Amber orbs looking fearful and surprised, his spine-like hair went bright red and yellow. It took all he could to keep his breathing regular, and that was before he saw the humanoid creature sitting by the fire. He had never seen a human before, it was huge, even sitting he could tell that. The tan skinned being, donned loosing fitting clothing, dark red hair and a thick beard to match. Niidi looked down at his covers and then over at the creatures bedroll, picking up quickly that he'd helped him.

"Ohgood... ohgood, it's friendly." The tiny fey stands up and looks around, never truly taking his eyes of the other creature. He then tries to fly, but realizes his wing is injured and will not be doing so for some time. "Ohgreat, Ohhhgreat." He starts to speak out, his voice carrying far better than one would expect a creature of his size to be able to. He speaks first in sylvan, trying to express a thank you and a greeting. The being gives him a quizzical look, obvious not understanding what was said. He then speaks in an ancient form of common. The dialect was strange, but it seemed that the being understood him. The human introduces himself as Ryart and they would end up speaking throughout the rest of the day, even if a few things were lost in translation.

Over time this man would tell Niidi a lot of the world he'd come to, share his berries and bread with the little fey. Niidi would share stores of his home, The First World, and they would become fast friends. Niidi riding on the others shoulders until his wings healed back up, and often later when he needed a rest. How the two of the came to be where they are now, well that's another story. After all, this is the story of how Niidi met Ryart.

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