Here is the video for the local Orccon 2014. Sorry if you couldn't have made it! See ya Memorial Day Weekend for Gamex. Strategicon is the parent organization for Orccon, Gamex and Gateway cons.
If you showed up at the con, where were you! hehe
Saturday, February 15, 2014
Orccon 2014 Video
Here is the video for the local Orccon 2014. Sorry if you couldn't have made it! See ya Memorial Day Weekend for Gamex. Strategicon is the parent organization for Orccon, Gamex and Gateway cons.
If you showed up at the con, where were you! hehe
Friday, February 14, 2014
Halleck Uldred
Halleck Uldred (Wyrmslayer)
Human Paladin 1
Holy Constable of St. Cuthbert of the Cudgel
Black hair, blue eyes, 23 years old
Str 17 (+3), Dex 11, Con 13 (+1), Int 11, Wis 15
(+2), Cha 16 (+3)
HP (1d10+1) 11
AC 18 (chainmail and shield)
Proficiencies +1
- Athletics, Insight, Intimidation, religion
-Healing kit
-Mounts (Land)
-Simple and martial weapons
-All armor and shields
-Saving throws: Constitution and charisma
Languages: Common, Celestial and Dwarvish
Trait – Holy Arm of the Law
You belong to a specific temple dedicated to St.
Cuthbert of the Cudgel. You have a residence there, and you can perform
religious ceremonies and offer sermons drawn from the sacred teachings of your
faith. While near your temple, you can call upon acolytes and fellow priests
for assistance, provided the assistance you ask for is not hazardous and you
remain in good standing with your temple. Additionally, when you are in a
location that has a temple, shrine, or other presence of your faith, you can
expect to receive free healing, care, and religious services for yourself and
your adventuring companions from others aligned with your faith.
Class Features:
Divine Sense
As an action, you open your awareness to the divine. Until
the end of your next turn, you know the location of any celestial, fiend, or
undead creature within 50 feet of you, regardless of any intervening obstacles.
Within the same radius, you also detect the presence of any place or object
that has been consecrated or desecrated.
Lay on Hands
Your blessed touch can heal wounds. You have a pool of
healing power that replenishes when you take a long rest. With that pool, you
can restore a total number of hit points equal to your paladin level times 5.
As an action, you can touch a creature and draw power from the pool to restore
any number of hit points to that creature, up to the maximum amount remaining
in your pool. Alternatively, you can expend 5 hit points from your pool of
healing to cure the target of one disease or neutralize one poison affecting
it. You can cure multiple diseases and neutralize multiple poisons with a
single use of Lay on Hands, expending hit points separately for each one. This
feature has no effect on an undead creature or a construct.
Gear: Chain mail, heavy shield, WarHammer, 4 javelins,
adventurer’s kit, Holy symbol, flask of holy water, two sets of manacles, key
to manacles, priestly vestments
28 gp, 9 sp, and 8 cp
Story
After inadvertently opening and then after a wild adventure
closing a portal to the Lower Planes of hell to Flaness, Wyrmslayer and his
group of adventurers where given a hero’s celebration. During the festivities,
he and Erde, the daughter of Piter Uldred the Chief Constable of Critwall,
ducked into a side room for a romantic liaison. They were both caught shortly
after the act was consummated, but Wyrmslayer made one of his famous daring
escapes.
Nine
months later, Erde gave birth to a son, Hallack. She gave custody of Halleck to
her father, shaved her head and became a nun in service to St. Cuthbert. Piter
always told Halleck the truth of his birth and raised him like a son. It became
very apparent as he got older that St. Cuthbert had chosen Hallack to one his
champion’s. He is strong, wise, a forceful personality and an unerring devotion
to the law. He quickly made his way through the constable training academy and
became a proud lawman of the city of Critwall. However, his service to the law
and blindness to the political intricacies have made him some enemies in the
city. After several incidents where excessive force may or may not have used,
Halleck has been given (ordered) leave to journey to the grave of his
misbegotten father. He has been in correspondence with another of Wyrmslayer’s
bastard son in a town a day’s travel from Critwall who is also going to visit
the grave. Halleck will have time to reevaluate his place in the world and
where the will of the Lawmaster will take him.
Notes:
Custom Background: Constable of St. Cuthbert
You have pledged your life to serve St. Cuthbert of the
Cudgel. You act as an intermediary between your chosen power and the mortal
world, conducting sacred rites, offering sacrifices, and expounding the
teachings of your faith to those you meet.
Custom Trait: Holy Arm of the Law
You belong to a specific temple dedicated to St. Cuthbert of
the Cudgel. You have a residence there, and you can perform religious
ceremonies and offer sermons drawn from the sacred teachings of your faith.
While near your temple, you can call upon acolytes and fellow priests for
assistance, provided the assistance you ask for is not hazardous and you remain
in good standing with your temple. Additionally, when you are in a location
that has a temple, shrine, or other presence of your faith, you can expect to
receive free healing, care, and religious services for yourself and your
adventuring companions from others aligned with your faith.
Proficiencies
Skills: Insight, Intimidation, Religion
Tools: Healer’s kit
Languages: Two of your choice
Equipment: Holy symbol, flask of holy water, two sets of manacles, key
to manacles, priestly vestments
3 gp, 9 sp, and 8 cp
Three down, three to go.
Thursday, February 13, 2014
Orccon 2014
I am going to Orccon 2014 tomorrow. It is part of the Strategicon part of game cons that they are doing. So if you are going I hope to see you there.
Be sure to view my YouTube site as it has many of my con videos listed under Dark Forest/+10 to Awesome playlist.
Because of my move, I have misplaced my panda hat!
Monday, February 10, 2014
Myrmidons
[This is North Realms answer to the Tulathian Elite Spartans. Not as numerous by far but they are match for match equal the the best that Tulath has to offer. I am looking for an idea on the Myrmidon Training. It copies the Tulathian training and I am looking for something different. Any ideas? This is subject to change!]
The Myrmidons are the elite of North Realms defenders. There are only 129 of them because in the
entire Realm there are only 129 Broadsword Mecha Suits left in workable
condition. Each Myrmidon is given one of
these ancient warmachines and it is a serious point of pride to North
Realm. Each Myrmidon also has a support
team of an engineer to maintain the suit along with two mechanics, a medic, a security
team of five trained soldiers and their own small airship with a crew of six. They are sent either singly or as a fire team
of five. A single Myrmidon is a sight to
behold and to have one show up is enough to have everyone stop. They are headquartered in Danaan Tir and have
base in each Barony. They train
constantly and maintain a level of readiness for any situation. Each Barony has a fire team of Myrmidons
except for the Baronies of Crosstaal and Leavestonne, they have two. There are five in perpetual patrol around the
Kingdom.
There are about five-hundred additional soldiers culled from
all branches of the militaries. These
Myrmidons-in-training train very hard and should a Myrmidon die or retire, a
new one is selected. Each Myrmidon goes
through some serious training, akin the modern day Rangers or SEALs. They are trained to fight armored and unarmored
with all manner of weaponry. This is similar
to the Tulathian Spartan Training that the Spartan-blooded get in Tulath. Needless to say, the selection is fierce and
the competition is killer.
Spartan Blooded as well as those Spartan Related are
typically chosen for duty as Myrmidons.
But size and strength alone are not the only reasons a person is chosen. It also comes down to brains. Needless to say, almost a hundred Myrmidons are
Spartan Blooded or Related.
Extra: Myrmidon Training
Permission: Must be Danaan, must be willing to serve in the Danaan
military as one of the 129.
Costs: Skills
Myrmidon Training extra is a
skill that encompasses all manner of weaponry and hand to hand combat. A Myrmidon may use this skill in place of any
combat skill they would use, from Fight or Shoot. They may also use it in place of any tactics
role that they can make to gain some sort of tactical advantage due to their
schooling.
[Possible change]
Saturday, February 8, 2014
Rin as done by Minerva
I have artwork! I feel all important now!
Rin as done by +Minerva Fox. You can see more of her work on her deviantART site. And Min... I have more ideas! muahahaha!
Now to get her, her commission...
Rin's Tale, Chapter 1 Recap
Rin is up to Chapter 2! I have read and reread what I have written so far, and for the most part I am happy with what I wrote. There are a few changes that I want to make.
- I am changing the hair color of Rin to white and Itami to red. White is a rare hair color and I think it will signify her own specialty that will come.
- I want to extend her nightmare more as evident in Part 1. Make it more visceral.
- In Part 2 I want to explain her magical prosthetic hand in better detail.
- Part 3 I want to detail the airship in greater detail. I want to do the same thing for the Maarke Aerodrome, the tarn aviaries and Maarke itself Part 4. In Part 5 the details need to be increased in the home of Kemmon. Beef up the details.
- In Part 6, I need to redo the confrontation between Rin the Rikkard. Originally Rikkard was to be an anarchist, but I was thinking and talking to +Rynyn and I made him a pro-democracy demonstrator. Now in order to do it, I am going to have to make pro-democracy movements more prevalent and central to the story. There is the side that says that the people will rise to position of prominence. That is why North Realm has all manner of knighthoods and awards that people gain gain. Thinking of it, I am thinking the people of the Barony of the Maarke are pro-democracy because they are having the students there. The Barony of Holdingford because they have a large discrepancy between the rich and poor. I would say the only places that are staunchly opposed to it would be the Baronies of Stormtonne and Leavestonne and of course the capital of Danaan Tir.
- The bath scene. Hmm. In Parts 7 and 8, I am thinking that I will have to redo it a bit to make it more clear of both the women's intentions. Rin is fascinated by Sofia but she still does her duty by preparing to take or kill her. The fact that Sofia went ahead and kissed her at the time was that she needed to think. Rin almost had her when she mention Oleg Veklos, something that wasn't North Realm but came from the Empire. Sofia knew that there was something up with Rin and that just confirmed it for her. She doesn't know what yet, but she does have her suspicions.
- I was speaking with +Rynyn and we came to conclusion that she is still a virgin. Women haven't really interested her until Sofia and men, well her infatuation her older (step) brother has dampened her mood to having a relationship. That is really screwed in the head, isn't it?
Well, that is Chapter 1. In Chapter 2 it deals with the pro-democracy movement. She is going to meet the thieves Dade and Katella.
If you have any questions, comments or thoughts, do let me know. I enjoy hearing from people!
Friday, February 7, 2014
Stories from Eave: Rin's Tale 9
Chapter 2
That night Rin’s dreams were troubled. It wasn’t dreams of Redcap goblins, but of
tall, statuesque blondes that haunted her dreams. She woke breathing fast and sweating a little
bit. “Get yourself together girl,” she
muttered to herself as she cupped her head with a hand. She rolled out of bed and shook the cobwebs of
the night from her head and stumbled over the bathroom. She stared at herself in the mirror and
yawned deeply. It was going to be a long
day.
Looking refreshed as she tugged up her glove on her
prosthetic hand, she went to the kitchens to fetch herself and Itami’s
breakfast. Normally, it would have been
brought up to Itami’s room by a servant but Rin walked down to take it from
him. She threw on some more fruit a loaf
of bread and some additional ham made from a cudder. There were no animal native to Earth or any
number of worlds that the humans have colonized before crash landing on Eave
save for a close approximation of a chicken that was made in the early days of
the crash from scavenged genetic technology.
Dogs, cats and even ferrets were kept as pets and they survived and
thrived despite the giant proportions of the native fauna. Cudders were a close approximation of an
Earth pig. At least that is what the
first forced colonists said of the giant six-legged creatures that stood as
tall as a man.
Rin passed through the outer chamber’s to Itami’s room where
Sir Hanar stayed. He was taking a bath
and Rin left him the extra food that she brought up with her after calling out
to him that she brought him breakfast.
She sighed as she stood outside Itami’s door. She steeled her nerve and knocked on the
door, before going in.
“Put the breakfast on the table,” Itami called out from
behind a privacy screen. Rin put the
tray down and sat down to eat. She
picked at the ham and the bread with some butter made of the aurach’s milk and sweetened
with the honey made from the large native bees that lived on Eave. “Oh,” Itami said when she came around the
screen.
Rin stood up and then knelt down. “Your highness. I apologize for my behavior yesterday. You of can of course defend yourself and the
policies of North Realm. Forgive me.”
Itami just stood there for a moment before speaking. “Oh Rin.
Get up. It is I who should
apologize. I know you were only looking
out for me.” She reached out with her hands
to pick Rin up off the ground. She
hugged Rin. Itami broke the hug. “But seriously now, I know you are very
smart, so take it easy on those of us who aren’t.”
“Of course Itami,” Rin responded with a smile. “Again I am sorry.”
The two young women sat down and ate there breakfast and
made of idle chit-chat. Rin asked her
how was schooling like for the two weeks she was gone. Itami asked her about Rin’s brother and his
impending marriage to an eladrin. Rin
hid it well, but a part of her was crushed that Aylen was getting married. It was a fantasy anyway and she smiled as she
ate.
“So,” Itami said a little apprehensively. “I have been meaning to ask you something.”
“What is it?” Rin said as she bit down on the last of her
bread.
Itami looked a bit uncomfortable but she took a deep breath
and exhaled. “Well, I have been asked by
Rikkard to attend a pro-democracy meeting…”
Rin’s first and immediate answer as to say know, but she
thought about it. “Well, I am not too
sure. I am going to need more
information on it. We are also going to
have to get Sir Hanar’s take on it and let Captain Vaughn know that you are
going, IF we decide to go.” Sir Hanar wasn’t
going to like it and Captain Vaughn of the Maarke’s police force attachment
that was assigned to guard Itami would absolutely hate the idea. However, unless there was a direct threat on
the Princess’s life, the decision belonged to Rin. “We will let the good Captain know where it
is so the place can be vetted. I assume
Rikkard at the very least have also been cleared, otherwise they wouldn’t have
gotten so close to you already.”
Itami nodded. “Yes
mother,” she said sarcastically. “I swear,
you are just like her.”
“Not everyone will have your best interest at heart,
dear. We are just being careful.” Rin smiled and cupped a hand over Itami's.
Thursday, February 6, 2014
Stories from Eave: Rin's Tale 8
[I changed Rin’s hair
to white and Itami’s hair to red.]
"It seems you know quite a lot about me, not
surprising that considering who I am. Curious though, not many people
know about the airship crash."
“Well,” Sofia said as she slunk over closer to Rin
looking over her shoulder. “Don’t tell
anybody, but I am somewhat noblephile,” she said. “I make it a hobby to know things about the
nobles. I know that you are adopted
because your brother, Lord Aylen’s birth was difficult that your mother could
not have any more children. She wanted
to have more children and couldn’t.”
Rin had heard that there people like that, that made
it their business to now about the nobility.
That was not in the realm of impossibility. “That was simple. My mother
always wanted more children. How was the
Barony of Maarke formed?”
“Paul Taere want to find a place to set up his observatory. That was easy,” she said as she moved before
Rin and stared her in the eye. “Give me
a harder one,” Sofia gave her a hungry grin.
Rin tried to suppress her gulp.
“Alright. What was the name of the
first airship developed here in the Northern Marches?”
“Angel, named for the Baron Emeric danHanno of Kassingtonne’s wife. Another,” she said as she inched closer and
Rin felt Sofia’s hands on her knees. Her
hands felt hot, hotter than the water itself.
“What was the name of the King who halted the expansion to the
south at Harro’s Wall?” Rin whispered.
“Vancent, also known as the Cautious.” Rin could feel Sofia’s hands moving unseen
under the water slowly over the outside of her thighs.
Rin did nothing to stop her.
“The Order of the Crescent Sword.
Who was the first recipient?” she gulped slightly.
Sofia had to thing about this one for few seconds. “Captain Chloe Benson who married into the
Baron Davis danAven of Holdingford after the siege of siege of North Realm by
the Empire.” Her face was inches away
from Rin. “Last question,” she breathed.
Rin felt it hard to think, between the heat of the bath and
the heat of Sofia so achingly close. She
had not felt like this for any person except for her adopted brother. “Oleg Veklos had to leave the military. Why?”
“Because his parents were killed and he had to assume the
mantle of…” Sofia stopped her face from inching in for a kiss, “… Earl.” They stared at one another for a moment. Rin could tell that Sofia was tensing up in
the water and she extended her blade she had hidden in prosthetic.
Then it happened fast.
Sofia kissed her long and hard.
At first Rin was surprised, her mind actually shut down form
all its buzzing as she was swept up by the moment. Her hands came up and entwined themselves around
Sofia’s body and held her, the knife’s blade forgotten and still extended in
the back of her hand. Rin could feel the
muscles in Sofia’s form, hard and unyielding in some places, but soft and
pliable in others. The heat was
incredible, not heat of the bath but between the two women.
“That was cheating,” Sofia whispered after the kiss was
broken. “Veklos is a Tulathian family,
not Danaan.”
Rin smiled shyly. The
tall woman was quick on her feet and Rin wasn’t sure once again. “Well.
You know of the nobility quite well,” she said as she put her hands back
under the murky water, the knife blade slowly sliding back into her hand. “Tulathian and Danaan.”
“I think we may have to get out of the bath,” Sofia
said. “I think it is getting to hot in
here. You are all red.”
“I am not the only one…”
Slowly, they let each other go and Sofia pulled away and
stood. Water poured from her statuesque form,
her flesh red from the heat of the bath and each other, her blonde hair limp
form the heat of the water. “I hope that
I shall see you again.”
“Oh. I am sure we
shall meet each other again,” she gave the tall woman a meaningful glance.
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
Stories from DnD: Markan
"I am not my father! I do not even know him or who he is mother!" Markan yelled at his mother's back as the doors closed. It was an argument that they have had many times before. The young man sighed at the door and ran his hand through his unruly black hair. It was just like his father's hair and the sight of it has always sickened the Baroness Maharie. Whatever his father did had left Markan a bastard and a half-elf to boot. Since his human father was not around, he got the brunt of of her fury toward him.
He wandered back to his room where Mirala and Veyli were busy packing his things, not that he had much to begin with. Mirala was a human maid in her late twenties. Even though he was older than her, she always treated him like a little brother. As tall as he and large of breasts, she always knew what it was like to grow up in Celene a human, much less half a human. She never let it bother her though, not as much as Markan. Veyli was his self-appointed apprentice, a young half-elfin girl who Markan basically rescued from the streets after being picked on by some elvin children. Besides being his self-appointed apprentice, she was his gofer and messenger.
"I take it your mother was not receptive to you going to see your father?" Mirala said as she folded a tunic.
Markan sighed. "No. She said that he was dead and she was happy and that I should count myself lucky." He ran his hands through his hair again. "He is a part of me, my human part. I just wanted to see him and maybe, just maybe gain insight into the man. He sounded like he was a real shitbag, but all humans can't be that bad," he said and Mirala gave him a look. "Present company excluded of course." She smiled and
went back to work. "After all, a part of me is the man."
"Your mother isn't all bad. She just ran afoul of not so nice man. You will go to his grave, divine his presence and determine who you are. You may be part of the man, but you have grown to be good man regardless."
He smiled, as Mirala told Veyli to put some clothes away. "I dont know if I want to come back," he whispered to Mirala. "Evalah will inherit the Barony and title when she is of age. I love Evalah but I have nothing here. After I see my father, I will, well, I do not know what I will do. I wont be returning home for quite some time."
Mirala put down the laundry. "So, when do we leave?"
Markan shook his head. "We? I said I was going. Alone."
"Alone. What will become of me? Of Veyli should you leave? Did you think of that?"
He sighed. "So, we are leaving in the morning," he said he gave her half a grin. "We go north to Emridy Fields to see my father. From there, we shall see. Now there is just one more think to do."
"What's that?"
"Tell Veyli," he said. "She is going to like it."
Monday, February 3, 2014
Samuel Wyrmslayer
Samuel Wyrmslayer
Human Cleric 1
Black hair, blue eyes, 19 years old
Str 14 (+2), Dex 11, Con 13 (+1), Int 9 (-1),
Wis
HP (1d8+1) 9
AC 18
Proficiencies +1
- Insight, history, religion, persuasion
- Healing kit
- Simple and martial weapons, light, medium and heavy armor,
shields
- Saving throws:
wisdom and charisma
Languages: common, elvish, goblin, orc
Trait – Temple services
Divine Domain: War
War Priest: Once per turn, make and extra attack 3 times per
day.
Spellcasting: Ritual
casting. Saving throw DC 8+ wis
modifier + proficiency bonus (holy symbol) = 12
Spells per day: 2
Domain – Always
memorized
- Divine favor
[swift, self, concentration up to 10 min.] 1d8 extra radiant weapon damage.
- Shield of faith [swift, 50 ft, concentration up to 10 min.]
shimmering field of protection surrounding 1 creature granting +1 AC.
Cantrips
- Sacred flame [25 ft] Dex save or take 1d8 radiant damage,
no cover bonus.
- Light [touch, 1 hr.] 20 ft. radius bright light,
additional 20 ft. radius dim light.
- Guidance [touch, 1 min.] grants willing target d4 to one
ability check
First Level
- Bless [25ft, concentration up to 10 min.] grants targets
extra d4 to attack and saving throw rolls.
- Cure wounds [touch] heals 2d8+2 hit points.
Gear: warhammer,
chainmail, shield, 4 javelins, adventurer’s kit, flask of holy water, holy
symbol, 9gp
Story
The youngest bastard son of the warrior Wyrmslayer, Samuel
was always considered a runt. Small, scrawny and awkward as a child he was
always getting into fights and constantly in trouble. His mother was a warm,
rotund bread maker until she fell ill after bearing her son. Unable to support
or control her son, she sent him to the temple of Heironeous
Notes
- Second level Barbarian
This is one of the bastards of Wyrmslayer. My friend +Steven Crawford wanted him to go up, so here he is. We have got to get everyone else to do their characters! Two down, four to go!
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