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« on: February 06, 2007, 01:23:34 am »
NOOO!!! of all the weekends to miss!
*cries*
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« on: February 05, 2007, 02:27:09 am »
Believe me, I've tried... imagine a level 20 monk/WM 7... the high BAB, the extra AB, the 1-20 +3 (17-20/x3) (assuming free multiclassing). from a powerbuild POV, it's insane!
Alas, no, unarmed does not count as melee weapon for WM class... unless Leanthar has changed that rule?
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« on: January 30, 2007, 04:12:29 am »
I guess it's my turn to bug the admins. Sorry, I realise no timeline has been set, but do you have a vague idea on how much longer you're holding off on the less abused subraces? I am really keen to create a kithairien cleric, but race is kind of important on this one (ie Wild Elf).
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« on: January 29, 2007, 05:13:42 am »
yeah, but to me that would be meta-gaming... one should always send in a volley of arrows before the front-line charges in, to pick off the little ones, and soften the harder targets for a swift pummeling by the melee'ers. to let them go first just doesn't make rp sense.
I find my ranger/sorc gets pummeled badly too, what with low hp, ac and bab. Lvl 6 and he still struggles alone just outside hlint.
I was thinking, if possible, to make HIPS auto for high level rangers wearing light armour and in the wilderness, like a combination between dual wield and trackless step. not that it's completely necessary.
That said, I've played on worlds where HIPS was nerfed, and shadowdancers banned (but then, that was for PvP reasons).
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« on: January 26, 2007, 07:39:55 am »
I personally don't see a point in multiclassing from Monk to Sacred Fist. Stat-wise, lvl 20 monk vs monk10/10 sacred fist hit's faster, does 1d20 +3 vs 1d12 +1 damage, has spell resistance, dr, and quivering palm, plus cool glowy eyes and (I think) better saves, and it moves faster! rp-wise, there is no reason to become sacred fist, as opposed to just playing a devoted monk.
I agree with IDii, the descriptions and stats and requirements of the Sacred fist all point to a cleric as a base class.
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« on: January 26, 2007, 06:17:36 am »
Interlude in the Life of a Wild Child: Growing Pains Part 2 In the sky, a Great Eagle battled a young Red Drake. Feathers and flames, talons and teeth, both fighting for supremacy of the skies. At that moment, the drake appeared to be in the ascendancy. Leaning against a tree to catch his breath, Kerrin caught sight of a deer crunching on some foliage in the near distance. He considered the requisites of the hunt: “Am I hungry? No, food is not the first thing on my mind. Do I have a need for the hide? Nope, I’d have nothing to do with it, out here, right now. Is this deer a threat? Pssshh! Yeah, right! So I don’t have anything to gain from killing this creature.” Yet a spark inside him filled his eyes with flame, and in a blind rage he drew his bowstring and let fly an arrow! The point burst through the soft body of the innocent creature, ripping a whole in it and knocking it to the floor. Kerrin approached the limp body of the barely breathing creature, and with a menacing grimace, and eyes glowing with a dark fire, an incantation rolled off his tongue. A shriek, an explosion, and the body burst into flames. The glow left his eyes, and Kerrin surveyed the carnage in front of him. Kneeling beside the creature, he said a prayer. “What have I done? Oh Swift-Footed One, where are you? I beg you, teach me to hunt with honor, that I may truly repay the blood debt. Nelem, be with me, remind me of your teachings, and the ways of the true hunt.” Taking out his knife, he began to strip the usable pieces of flesh from the freshly charred carcass. No tears graced his cheeks for his deed, despite his true regret and repentance. The Great Eagle perched atop an old Oak. It filed through its feathers, singed and scarred, and flexed its damaged wings. Below, a wisp of smoke curled out of the nostril of the dead drake, as its body lay entangled in the branches of the tree. It was a tough battle, and only the final blow had won the day, but the Eagle sensed that more would be on their way soon.
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« on: January 26, 2007, 06:12:59 am »
Multclassing rangers can help to direct your approach to this diverse class. For example, Ranger/Rogues would make effective urban rangers (see the linked post above).
The race you choose to play your ranger as will have an effect on the direction, e.g. the dwarven ranger above, as opposed to a wood/wild elf, or a gnome.
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« on: January 26, 2007, 03:28:42 am »
//if anyone is bothering to read this excuse of a journal, I haven't been on for a while, due to a lack of internet, so I will be developing my character here for now.//
Interlude in the Life of a Wild Child: Growing Pains Part 1
It was fear, confusion and loneliness that drove Kerrin into the deep Sielwood forest. The dreams had gotten worse, the memory had not faded; all that he had learned in the past few months had contradicted all that he believed. And Kithairien? The Runner had provided little help thus far to ease the suffering of the confused elf. Only Jendri served as a reminder of The Runner's purpose and hand in Kerrins life. But then, a fleet-footed god probably has little time for a single being. Perhaps it was the noise of the city that he had begun to call home. Perhaps it was is Wild Elven blood, calling to him to move on, seek new paths, new homes, new hunts. Perhaps it was the nagging memory of his mentor, slain, or the blood debt on the death that was his to claim. Perhaps it was thoughts of his former life, his father, his school, his mother. Then again, perhaps it is all of these things; the turmoil of images, memories, questions, thoughts, and unmade decisions plagued Kerrin as he stumbled deep into empty parts of the forest.
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« on: January 26, 2007, 03:07:38 am »
Don't forget the rules of multiclassing monks on this one. They can't freely multiclass, and once out you'll never be allowed back in (and you need 5 levels before level 20). At least, that's how I read them.
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« on: January 26, 2007, 02:04:26 am »
Filatus - 1/24/2007 7:26 PM
A fire drake versus a giant eagle wouldn't be that far fetched. That's a good point... A bit grand for li'l ol' Kerrin though! It is just a two-liner in the midst of a big CDT post. And just to double-check, the eagle doesn't belong to another deity does it? I realise that Pyrtechon doesn't do living creatures (outside of dragons), so I guess my question should really have been "If Pyrtechon were to use a bird as a small part in his plans for complete destruction, which would he choose?" But thanks for the help.
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« on: January 24, 2007, 08:13:00 am »
Stirge it is then... Drake v. Falcon would be a slightly silly.
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« on: January 24, 2007, 07:42:50 am »
that's a type of bird?
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« on: December 12, 2006, 03:43:42 am »
Are there any open-face helm designs suitable for a ranger? Aesthetically speaking... I'm pretty sure there aren't any in the original NWN content...
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« on: December 11, 2006, 06:16:12 am »
As a new player here, I am not in a position to make a definitive vote, as I haven't had enough interaction with GMs'; however I feel the service here so far is much better than other servers I have played on.
Thanks to Minerva for being patient with me in his (her?) Quest which I took part in recently. It was my first experience of one of these, and it was extremely fun, and well run. I look forward to redeeming myself from shouting "slaads!" having never seen one before...
seriously though, thanks for taking this time (YOUR time) to put this world together and keep it going.
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« on: December 10, 2006, 06:44:23 am »
EdTheKet - 12/10/2006 12:48 AM
Go back and re-read your deities page on LORE and take note of the holidays, etc. You may want to wait for the extended deity handbook release that will be released (hopefully) before Christmas. Just in time for it to make a LOVELY gift for your child, wife or pet hamster! Pre-orders now at only $19.99! couldn't resist...
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« on: December 09, 2006, 06:50:02 am »
Busy times!
I was milling about in Port Hampshire the other day, chatting to a few dwarves, exploring the local inn, and sitting around the fountains, when all hell broke loose! A flash of lightning appeared outside a door, startling all of us, attracted our attention first. 7 of us went to find out what was going on: 3 dwarves, 3 elves, and a human. One of the elves knocked on the door, and then made his way slowly in. I followed out of curiosity. Inside the house, more lightning, explosions and so on! And an angry dwarven woman, yelling about some local cooking competition. After she had calmed down a bit, some of the dwarves started to ask her what the matter was. It turned out that her cookbook had been stolen, while the woman was out walking her dog. The cat, Milo (supposedly a ferocious guard), had failed to protect it. Because I was the only one capable of speaking to it, I was asked to find out what happened. Unfortunately, it wasn't too friendly with Jendri, so he had to disappear back to the hunter for a while. Eventually it let on that a large group of trolls had gone off with it. That, coupled with some leftover evidence identified as a thistle-leaf, lead us to enter the nearby swamps.
Oh, the swamps! wouldn't have been too bad, if not for one pesky dwarf named Han! Kept on wandering into the middle of them, despite my best efforts to scout ahead and forewarn them, causing the rest of us to run to his rescue all too frequently. Fortunately the party was capable in a scrap, so we came out on top every time. There was, however, a rather nice paper trail of ripped out recipe's for us to follow, which saved us getting overly lost. Eventually we came to the end of the swamp, and a rather mean bunch of trolls, who took more effort to clear than the previous groups. But clear them we did, and then I managed to find a patch of brambles with more pages on the other side. On climbing through (this took a lot of effort for the dwarves) we discovered an entrance to an old tomb of some sorts.
This was where the fun began. And by fun, I mean it was very scary! A whole bunch of Slaads (reminding me of a particularly nasty hunt in my youth), were just the tip of the iceberg. It was here we experienced the first deaths in the party, because of two particularly nasty grey slaads (grey ones are the worst, we discovered). Fortunately one of the other elves was a cleric, and was able to raise them. As we went deeper, the monsters got bigger and scarier. Fortunately Jendri was a good scout, and gave us all a good heads up (except one time, where Han decided to go in on his own). Eventually we came to the end, only to come face to face with a huge being from the planes! One of the girls called it a fiend. This, coupled with the super-rats aiding it, meant for a particularly tough battle. Eventually though, we managed to end it.
The Fiend was standing guard over a nasty looking pot of brew, a magic potion of some sort, in a room full of recipes and ingredients and strange alchemical equipment. One of the girls tasted the potion, and found herself being sickened by it. The dwarves appeared alright with it though. After gathering the papers, and searching the room a bit, it was decided that we should take some of this brew back to the cook, as she would hopefully know what exactly it was. Whilst myself, the dwarves and one of the girls were up for destroying the thing, the cleric and the bard reckoned it was a bad idea. So we left it alone, and managed to get out the dungeon alive (just).
On our way back we were ambushed by a group of Lizardmen. I was almost killed, and the bard (Brielle) was killed. We had to stage a body rescue, managing to push back the Lizardmen and retrieve her. We then took her to the temple back in Port Hampshire, where the Deliar Clerics were able to bring her back. We then headed back to the house. The lady was not best pleased with the state of her book, but was pleased to have it back all the same. She gifted us with a huge amount of fine food and drink. I also came out with a cool 110 true from the looting, and I feel my bow-skills were truly tested and improved on this journey! All in all, it was a very interesting journey, and I hope to spend time with that bunch again.
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« on: December 07, 2006, 09:36:06 am »
Real Name: Mark Smith
Birthday: December 24th, 1985
Birthplace: Pietermaritzburg, South Africa
Current Location: Winchester, UK; as of January, Oxford
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Brown
Height: 6’ 00"
Right Handed or Left Handed: LH for everything except eating.
Your Heritage: British, very slight dutch influence
Fave Movie: Too many to name.
Fave Book: Before and After
Fave Fantasy Character: Angel from X-Men (I want wings!)
Married, Kids: Soon, no
The Shoes You Wore Today: Black leather dress shoes
Your Weakness: I'll say/do anything amidst spoonfuls of custard
Your Fears: that there are poisonous spiders on the roof above my head (average people swallow about 8 a night, apparently)
Your Porn Star Name (Pet name + Street Name): Basil Red Rice
Your Perfect Pizza: Salami, Tomato, Pineapple, Ham, 3 cheeses, thin crust.
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year: Complete my certificate with a level 3 pass
Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger: hehe
Thoughts First Waking Up: 'Morning Lord...
Your Best Physical Feature: Broad Shoulders, hair, eyes
Your Bedtime: 10-12
Pepsi or Coke: Coke
MacDonalds or Burger King: either are fine
Chocolate or Vanilla: vanilla!
Cappuccino or Latte: Cappuccino
Worst (PG) Vice: Play games while talking to my fiance on the phone
How many times do you Shower Daily: once
Have you Been in Love: yaha.
Do you want to go to College: Place starts in September!
Do you want to get Married: July baby!
Do you get Motion Sickness: Only when I try to read.
Are you a Health Freak: nah! I leave that up to my fiance, although I'd like to start playing squash again.
Do you get along with your Parents: yes, very well.
Do you like Thunderstorms: African Thunderstorms
Do you play an Instrument: Yes... not very well at all though...
In the past month have you gone on a Date: one to one. no :-(
In the past month have you gone to a Mall: Nope, none in my locale
In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos: They don't sell them in the UK! First you twist it...
In the past month have you eaten Sushi: nope.
In the past month have you been on Stage: not since I was 14.
In the past month have you been Dumped: nope
In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping: in the UK? psshhhh...
How do you want to Die: of old age, or falling from height
What do you want to be when you Grow Up: Economist, Finance Person, or Public Company Manager.
What country would you most like to Visit: Anywhere with lovely mountains.
Those questions were from my niece's myspace page, here are some of my weird questions
- How much money would you require (paid in cold, hard cash) to eat 500 grams of human faeces: Not for anything.
Who, most embarrassingly, have you ever pictured ‘being’ with? no comment...
When playing Monkey Magic in the backyard and the position of the title character was already filled by someone else, which role did you play? They didn't have those games where I grew up...
Expressed as a percentage, how often would you giggle like a schoolgirl when someone uses the word titmouse? depends on the context, probably about 10%
What's your favourite word? One that you try and interject into each and every conversation, even if completely the wrong usage or context? crazy!
Playing monopoly, which board token was your preference? boot
If you could invent your own token what would it be? Mountain Goat
Have you got 6 fingers on your left hand? nope, only 4
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« on: December 06, 2006, 07:44:20 am »
now you just know they're planning to skinny-dip! (I'm assuming a barracuda is a pool-cleaner...)
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« on: December 06, 2006, 03:29:13 am »
never insult a dragon-called halfling. I hope she speaks to me again. I hope allei speaks to me again... sometimes I should just keep my big mouth shut!
acacea started it! I wasn't drunk that night. Drunk with rage maybe, but hadn't touched alcohol. Not the kind of drunk that has you waking up on a strange road in an unfamiliar part of the world. anyway, I refrained from telling her about that night (she was too busy having a laugh, and I didn't want to spoil the moment with seriousness), so I joked about not believing her story about dragons calling and such, and she took off in a rage! just like that. allei followed, and didn't say anything to me, and I tried to go after them, but lost sight of them. I hope they can forgive me. It was difficult to do anything else after that, except think about what happened.
It's wierd how I can put an arrow through a deer's heart, and get on with my day without thinking about it twice, but put a word through the heart of someone who has been kind to you, and it won't leave me alone.
On the upside, I bumped into Blue again, this time in the crafting guild (I had previously seen her in the forest, and I was out cold and infected by a horrid stink bug!), and she kindly gave me a bowstring! my first! seeing as I can't get the silk for it myself (see previous bracket), it's a great gift! I gave her a black bear skin for it, as I didn't have a use for it, and felt guilty with it sitting in my ox pack.
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« on: December 06, 2006, 02:00:22 am »
cake, as long as it doesn't have jam.
hands down.
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