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Dragon Hunt – Chapter 2, Part 1 – City of Rockport

1 Comment Posted by on August 27, 2012

The man walking along the forest path had his dark cloak pulled tight around neck with his hood pulled over his head. He had been walking this path for several days now and the snow was just beginning to let up. The path was getting broader and more heavily traveled the closer he got to Rockport. He passed several men on horseback, some going to and some leaving the city. Most had passed without noticing him. He stayed to the side of the trail and blended into the shadows. He topped a hill just at the edge of the pine forest and got his first look at the city some called the ‘City at the End of the World’. The city wall was half a mile away and fresh snow caused it to sparkle as the sun broke through the clouds. As he knelt down on one knee to take in the view, a hawk appeared over the trees. It circled and landed softly on his shoulder.

“Well, Rep, ol’ buddy,” he said, as he shared a small piece of dried venison, “It looks like we will be leaving the forest for a while.” The hawk shook his piece of meat, tossed it up, grabbed it and gulped it down. He adjusted his grip and turned his head to the side as he closely watched the man eat the other piece. The leather armor under the cloak kept the raptor’s sharp talons from sinking into his skin. The hawk had been his companion for several months now. One day he just showed up. Trevan named him Rep and they had been together ever since.

It had been five years since he left his cabin. Trevan had grown a lot during this time. He was six inches taller and forty pounds heaver. He had become a hansom young man, a masterful woodsman, excellent tracker, talented hunter and skillful fighter. He had grown to love the forest and understand its creatures. He had fought owlbears, displacer beasts, ogers, orcs and other forest monsters. He was even learning to harness the magic of nature to talk to animals and walk without leaving any trace. Like his father before him, he had become what many call a ranger.

About four weeks ago, in a little village named Comesh, he had met a man who told him of an expedition that was being organized in Rockport. They were going on a great dragon hunt. A dragon that had been quiet for centuries was again causing trouble. From the description that the stranger had given him, Trevan was convinced that it was Abraxas. It took him a while to get here but he was determined to join them. He was hoping that he would not be too late, that they would wait until after the last snowfall before starting. It was early spring now, this snow should be the last and his destination was in sight.

He had been to many cities and towns but had never seen one this big. He could see where the path joined a major road just before it came to a stone bridge over a river. The Blood River it was called because of the color of the water. The road went straight to a large entrance gate in the wall. The wall was made of dark stone and was about 15 feet tall. Looking down on it from the hill, he could see that it was about ten feet thick with a walkway on the top. He could see armored guards milling around at the gate and on the wall. Watchtowers were placed along the wall. These rose ten feet above the wall and were pierced with arrow slits. The top of each watchtower had a huge ballista. These looked very much like Trevan’s crossbows, but were huge weapons fixed to the floor in a way that permitted them to swivel. They were tended by two or three armored guards each. These guards on the towers were all watching the sky, as if a dragon might appear at any moment. Beyond the wall he could see the snow covered roofs of countless buildings and smoke rising from a hundred chimneys. He could see the streets that sliced the city into many irregular pieces. There were towers, like the ones on the walls, at many locations within the city, and they all had ballista mounted on their roofs. These towers were close enough to each other that if a dragon were to land on one, it could be shot by at least two others. Beyond the city he could see water extending to the horizon. This was the Great Inland Sea. It extended back to his left as far as he could see. To his right, where the city wall curved back to the sea, there was another entrance gate and a road that went up to a gap in the mountains. These were called the Black Mountains and somewhere within them was Abraxas.

Trevan walked down to the road. Just before he crossed the bridge Rep flew up, circled twice and headed back towards the forest. Rep often flew away for days at a time, but always managed to find Trevan wherever he might be.

There was very little traffic in and out of the city at the moment. Rockport was an open city. Anyone who behaved himself was permitted entrance. The heavy wooden gate stood open. The guards at the gate appeared to be bored and only gave Trevan a passing glance as he passed through the gate and under the portcullis. This was made from heavy iron bars, and was currently in its raised position. There was an identical raised portcullis at the inner side of the wall. Between them, in the ceiling above, were murder holes. Any unfortunate invader that managed to get caught between the portcullises could expect to get a boiling oil bath. Outside the gateway was a large open courtyard with streets going off in several directions. The courtyard and most of the streets were paved with cobblestones. There were several merchants with their carts parked haphazardly about. Most were just trying to stay warm. They had very few customers. All of the buildings surrounding the courtyard were two stories tall and made of stone, the same black stone as the city wall. Against the wall to the right was a stable and a blacksmith. He could see a couple of inns, a furrier and candlestick maker shop. Most of the shops had a wooden sign suspended above the door proclaiming with a drawing and sometimes in words the name of the establishment. Most of these signs could not be read because they were still wearing a coat of snow. As the sun was growing warmer, many of the shops shutters were beginning to open. Most of the tracks in the snow led to the door of the largest inn facing the courtyard. This seamed a good spot to inquire about the dragon hunt. He went in, dusted the snow from his cloak and lowered his hood.

The door opened into a large room filled with tables. There was a wooden stairway at the far side of the room that went up to a balcony that wrapped around the room. Under the balcony and all along the wall to the right was a bar. In the far left corner was a large fireplace. There were several wooden tables and benches. The place was filled with patrons. Most were sitting at the tables in small groups of two or four. Some were eating, many were drinking. There was a group of five dwarves sitting around the fireplace. They had obviously been there for a while, drinking and being loud. It was much darker in here than it had been outside. The shutters were still closed against the weather. The only light came from the fireplace and three oil lamp chandeliers that were suspended by ropes from the high ceiling. A young dark haired woman carrying a tray filed with drinks was moving between the tables. There were several men standing at the bar, each with a drink on the bar or in his hand. On the other side of the bar was a seven foot tall half-orc engaged in some kind of contest with a man at the far end involving a dagger and stabbing the top of the bar between their fingers. Trevan walked up to an empty space along the bar and waited.

Behind the bar, between shelves of bottles, was a large painting. It was a view from the water of what must have been Rockport with the mountains rising behind it. The city was in flames as a huge red dragon was breathing fire down on the ships at sea. The half-orc noticed Trevan and walked over. He had small tuffs of stiff red hair at random spots all over his body except for his hairless head. His nose was definitely pig-like in appearance and he had a pair of 3 inch tusks protruding from his lower lip. His muscular arms were bare and were covered with many old scars. Trevan jumped when the half-orc slammed his ham-sized fist down on the bar in front of him and snarled loudly, “What?”

The inn became silent for a few seconds before everyone returned to their plates and their conversations. Trevan replied, “I’ve just arrived in town. I am here to join in the dragon hunt if it hasn’t left yet. Do you know anything about it?”

“Food, drink or room?” the half-orc said with a stare.

The barmaid hurried over, placed her tray on the bar and said to the half-orc, “I’ll handle this, Buxter.” The half-orc turned with a grunt and returned to the other end of the bar. “He’s not much of a talker,” she said. “My name is Heather. I heard you asking about the dragon hunt. You may be too late I’m afraid. I heard that Sir Gleamheart finished signing up everyone yesterday. They will be leaving in a couple of days.” She was thin, about 5’-7” and had silver-grey eyes. She looked up at Trevan and gave him her friendliest smile.

Trevan asked, “Who is Sir Gleamheart?”

“You have never heard of Sir Gleamheart? I thought everyone knew him. It seams like I’ve been listening to stories about him all my life. He is a paladin of Heironeous, the god of valor. He’s leading the expedition.” Heather continued, “The church of Heironeous is funding it. They say that this entire hunt was the church’s idea. They say Sir Gleamheart told some cleric that he was planning to take a small party into the mountains to find and kill the dragon. He has been causing a lot trouble you know. And the church convinced him to take a large party to be sure of success but I think it was to be sure he returned with Abraxas’s hoard.”

At the dragon’s name, Trevan interrupted her and said, “So it is Abraxas!”

“Yea, that’s the one all right. You’re lucky you aren’t going,” said Heather. “That’s him there,” she said as she pointed to the painting. “Everyone in the expedition will probably be killed.”

Looking at the painting Trevan asked, “What city is that?”

“That is Rockport. They say that Abraxas has burned it to the ground three times. This is a picture of the last time. It was about 50 years ago. He can’t burn it again. All of our buildings are fire proof now. They are all made of stone with clay or slate roofs. And we have the dragon towers.” Trevan looked like he didn’t know what she was talking about so she continued, “I’m sure you saw them. None of the buildings can be over two stories tall and the towers throughout the city are taller than that. If a dragon lands he will be killed by the ballista on the towers. But that hasn’t kept him from burning nearly every other town or village. He has been attacking everybody and everything he sees. He seems to be very upset about something. They say someone stole something from him. I hear a lot of stories here. I heard that it was magic gem called the Dragon’s Eye. No one knows what it does, but it must be very powerful for it to have upset him so much. No one has been able to use their magic to find it. The church has tried several times.”

“Where can I find Sir Gleamheart?”

“I just told you, they are all going to get themselves killed. If you insist on taking to them, they are using an old warehouse on the waterfront. It’s easy to find because they painted a huge symbol of Heironeous on the side. You know, a silver hand holding a silver lighting bolt. But it won’t do you any good to go there today. This is Sun’s Day, a holy day for them. They won’t talk business until tomorrow. Why don’t you get a room for the night, have a drink, a warm meal and get a good night’s sleep. That way you will be fresh for tomorrow.”

Trevan got the impression that she had made that same pitch to sell room, drink and food many times before. He pulled a gold coin from his money pouch and tossed it on the counter. “How much will this get?”

Heather smiled broadly as she quickly grabbed the coin. “This will get you our best room. Wait here just a minute.” She took the coin to the other end of the bar. She quickly returned after a brief conversation with Buxter. “I am afraid the only room we have available is a communal room with two beds and one of the beds is already rented. If you don’t mind sharing a room, I’ll vouch for him. He won’t be any problem. The good news is that you will get the room for two nights and that includes food and drink today and tomorrow,” she said with a smile.

Trevan replied, “Throw in a hot bath and you have a deal.”

She handed him a key and said, “It is the first room at the top of the stairs. When will you want your bath?”

He took the key and told her that he would take his bath right away, before eating. He went straight to his room. His roommate wasn’t there. The room was small and cold. The small window was shuttered. There were two small beds and a chest at the foot of each. They were both open and empty. There was a small table with a water picture and bowl. There was a single candle on the table. In a few minutes, a couple of elderly halflings carried a bathing tub half full of warm water into the room along with soap and towels. After cleaning up, Trevan left his backpack in one of the chests and left his weapons, except for one dagger, on the bed most distant from the window.

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D&D 3.5 – Iconic Monk

Leave a comment Posted by on August 20, 2012

Thinking of playing a Monk? Here is an excellent article regarding the pros and cons of playing a Monk: Monks with Class By Skip Williams.

Here is the information for playing an iconic Monk character. Start with my post on Iconic Characters, then add this specific information.

Hit Die: d8

Class Skills: Balance, Climb, Jump, Tumble

Class Knowledge: Religion

Special abilities:

The following are the special abilities available to Monks. The abilities are listed under the level that they are acquired. Where an ability is described as (ref PHB), you should refer to that ability’s description in the players handbook.

1st Level
Blind-Fight: In melee, every time you miss because of concealment, you can reroll your miss chance percentile roll one time to see if you actually hit. An invisible attacker gets no advantages related to hitting you in melee. That is, you don’t lose your Dexterity bonus to Armor Class, and the attacker doesn’t get the usual +2 bonus for being invisible. The invisible attacker’s bonuses do still apply for ranged attacks, however.  You take only half the usual penalty to speed for being unable to see. Darkness and poor visibility in general reduces your speed to three-quarters normal, instead of one-half.
Improved Grapple: You also gain a +4 bonus on all grapple checks.
Improved Unarmed Strike: You are considered to be armed even when unarmed —that is, you are not required to attempt a heroic action to attack an armed opponent when you attack them while unarmed.
AC Bonus: When unarmored and unencumbered, add your Wisdom bonus (if any) to your AC
Flurry of Blows: When unarmored, a monk may strike with a flurry of blows at the expense of accuracy. (ref PHB)
2nd Level
Combat Reflexes: Add +2 to your dexterity bonus when attempting heroic actions.
Evasion:  Take no damage on a successful Ref saving throw against an attack that normally deals half damage on a save.
3rd Level
Acrobatic: You get a +2 bonus on all Balance checks and Escape Artist checks.
Fast Movement: When not wearing armor, your speed is increased (refer to table for speed).
Still Mind: +2 bonus on saving throws against spells and effects from the school of enchantment.
4th Level
Ability Score Adjustment: Add 1 to any ability score.
Ki Strike: Unarmed attacks are treated as magic weapons for the purpose of dealing damage to creatures with damage reduction.
Slow Fall: When within arm’s reach of a wall you can use it to slow your descent. Take damage as if the fall were 20 feet shorter than it actually is.
5th Level
AC Bonus: you gain +1 bonus to your AC
Purity of Body: You gain immunity to all diseases except for supernatural and magical.
6th Level
Improved Trip: You gain a +4 bonus on your Strength check when attempting a heroic action to trip your opponent. If you trip an opponent in melee combat, you immediately get a melee attack against that opponent as if you hadn’t used your attack for the trip attempt.
Lightning Reflexes: You get a +2 bonus on all Reflex saving throws.
Slow Fall: Like slow fall above, but you now take damage as if the fall were 30 feet shorter.
7th Level
Wholeness of Body: Can heal a number of hit points of damage equal to twice your current level each day, and can spread this healing out among several uses.
8th Level
Ability Score Adjustment: Add 1 to any ability score.
Slow Fall: Like slow fall above, but you now take damage as if the fall were 40 feet shorter.
9th Level
Deflect Arrows: You must have at least one hand free (holding nothing) to use this ability. Once per round when you would normally be hit with a ranged weapon, you may deflect it so that you take no damage from it. You must be aware of the attack and not flat-footed. Attempting to deflect a ranged weapon doesn’t count as an action. Unusually massive ranged weapons and ranged attacks generated by spell effects can’t be deflected.
Improved Evasion: Like evasion above, but now you take only half damage on a failed save.
10th Level
AC Bonus: Your AC bonus is increased by 1 (becoming +2 now).
Ki Strike: Unarmed attacks are treated as lawful weapons for the purpose of dealing damage to creatures with damage reduction.
Slow Fall: Like slow fall above, but you now take damage as if the fall were 50 feet shorter
11th Level
Diamond Body: Gain immunity to poisons of all kinds.
Flurry of Blows: Like Flurry of Blows above, but now you get a second extra attack at your full base attack bonus.
12th Level
Ability Score Adjustment: Add 1 to any ability score.
Snatch Arrows: When using the Deflect Arrows ability you may catch the weapon instead of just deflecting it. Thrown weapons can immediately be thrown back at the original attacker (even though it isn’t your turn) or kept for later use. You must have at least one hand free (holding nothing) to use this ability.
Slow Fall: Like slow fall above, but you now take damage as if the fall were 60 feet shorter
Abundant Step: Can slip magically between spaces, as if using the spell dimension door, once per day. Your caster level for this effect is one-half your monk level (rounded down).
13th Level
Diamond Soul: Spell resistance equal to your current monk level + 10.
14th Level
Slow Fall: Like slow fall above, but you now take damage as if the fall were 70 feet shorter
15th Level
Stunning Fist: You must declare that you are using this ability before you make your attack roll (thus, a failed attack roll ruins the attempt). Stunning Fist forces a foe damaged by your unarmed attack to make a Fortitude saving throw (DC 10 + ½ your character level + your Wis modifier), in addition to dealing damage normally. A defender who fails this saving throw is stunned for 1 round (until just before your next action). A stunned creature drops everything held, can’t take actions, takes a -2 penalty to AC, and loses his Dexterity bonus to AC. You may attempt a stunning attack once per day for every four levels you have attained (but see Special), and no more than once per round. Constructs, oozes, plants, undead, incorporeal creatures, and creatures immune to critical hits cannot be stunned.
AC Bonus: your AC bonus is increased by 1 (+3 now)
Quivering Palm: Can set up vibrations within the body of another creature that can thereafter be fatal if you so desire, once a week. (ref PHB)
16th Level
Ability Score Adjustment: Add 1 to any ability score.
Ki Strike: Unarmed attacks are treated as adamantine weapons for the purpose of dealing damage to creatures with damage reduction and bypassing hardness.
Slow Fall: Like slow fall above, but you now take damage as if the fall were 80 feet shorter
17th Level
Timeless Body: No penalties to ability scores for aging and cannot be magically aged.
Tongue of the Sun and Moon: Can speak with any living creature.
18th Level
Iron Will: You get a +2 bonus on all Will saving throws.
Slow Fall: Like slow fall above, but you now take damage as if the fall were 90 feet shorter
19th Level
Empty Body: Can assume an ethereal state for 1 round per monk level per day, as though using the spell etherealness.
20th Level
Ability Score Adjustment: Add 1 to any ability score.
AC Bonus: AC bonus is increased by 1 (+4 now)
Slow Fall: Like slow fall above, but you now can fall any distance without harm as long as you are within arms reach of a wall.
Perfect Self: Treated as an outsider rather than as a humanoid for the purpose of spells and magical effects. (ref PHB)
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Dragon Hunt – Chapter 1, Part 9 – Winter in the cabin

Leave a comment Posted by on August 12, 2012

The cabin was finished before the first snowfall.

Trevan was convinced that the red dragon Abraxas not only killed his father, but was also the dragon that killed his mother years ago. He spent his time learning as much about dragons as he could from his Kabold servant, Yeark.

Yeark continued to be a faithful servant. He did the cleaning and cooking and everything else Trevan asked. He also continued to make traps and got great pleasure in doing everything he could to torment their gnome house guest, Gimble.

Gimble used his magic to keep his clothing clean and in good repair. He seamed to have an unlimited number of brightly colored shirts and paints in his bag. From time to time he would pull something they needed out of his carpet bag. Once he pulled out a sauce pan and a full set of dinnerware. Another time he pulled out a chopping cleaver and he once pulled out two hard leather shields for them to use while practicing with their swords. Trevan never asked, but he suspected that Gimble’s bag was a magical bag of holding.

Gimble would secretly check the magical gem in his pendent two or three times a day. One morning it began to glow and change its color to black, meaning that it detected a black dragon. Gimble went outside, but never saw it. The gem indicated that the dragon flew from the southwest to the southeast and then the gem’s dim light went out. Gimble went inside and asked Trevan if they had ever had any black dragons here. Trevan said, “No, but you should ask Yeark. He would know if any ever came this way.” Gimble refused to talk to Yeark, so Trevan waited until that evening, and then asked Yeark what he knew about black dragons.

Yeark said, “What you call black dragons we call skull dragons. As they get older the skin draws tight around their face giving them a very skull like appearance. They get really big, almost a big as red dragons. They are notoriously bad tempered and cruel. They normally live in warm watery areas like swamps. The nearest ones to here is a pair that lives in the salt marsh south of Morningside, about a 20 day trip from here.”

“Do they breathe fire and cast magic spells like red dragons?” Trevan asked.

“No,” said Yeark. “Their breath weapon is a line of acid. But they do cast spells.”

Gimble had to ask, “Do black dragons ever come around here?”

“I have never heard of any coming this far north, but I would sure like to meet one,” answered Yeark. “There is an elder of our tribe that tells stories of a trip he took when he was young. He spent some time with another tribe that had the honor of providing a defensive guard for a skull dragon’s lair.”

“Do all dragons have kobolds guarding their lairs?” asked Trevan.

“No. Many don’t have any guards at all. Some have other races of guards, such as hobgoblins or ogers. But any kobold tribe would gladly defend a dragon’s lair.”

Gimble said, “I may have seen a black dragon near the horizon this morning.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” said Trevan.

“I didn’t want to upset you. It wasn’t flying in this direction. I was wondering if it might have something to do with the orc raids.”

“Skull dragons have been known to use tribes of orcs to do their dirty work,” said Yeark. “Orcs are not very smart and a clever dragon could easily convince them to do almost anything with promises of great rewards and the backing of a powerful dragon. Perhaps the pair in Saltmarsh is expanding their domain. They may have a new hatchling! If I were back with my tribe, they might have heard if there was any news of that type. Oh, what wonderful news, if it is true!”

“Do you here that?” yelled Gimble to Trevan. “He loves dragons! He wants to serve and protect them! He can’t wait until he gets back to his cave so he can plot with dragons to kill us all!”

“That’s not true!” snapped Yeark. “There are many dragons that I have no respect for at all. I have no desire to kill all humans. Gnomes, yes!” as he stared at Gimble. “And it’s not a cave, it’s a mine.”

Gimble started to say something to Yeark, but Trevan held his hand up in front of Gimble and turned to Yeark, “You have never had anything but good to say about dragons. What dragons do you not respect?”

Yeark thought for a minute before speaking, “We don’t speak of them often, but there are dragons that prefer weakness to strength. They would protect the weak from the strong, rather than allowing the strong to prevail as is their natural right. Instead of dictating to the weaker races they prefer to ‘negotiate’ with them. Rather than killing a foe in battle, they will try to block or only wound and much prefer to avoid any conflict at all. Some actually seek to associate with humans, elves and other lesser races. These dragons typically have the luster of metal to their scales and are called metallic dragons. Fortunately, there are very few of them.”

Trevan said, “I never heard of good dragons. Gimble, what do you know about these metallic dragons?”

Gimble said, “There was a story I heard once about a gold dragon that was good. I also heard many times about a silver dragon that likes to change into human form and live among humans. I never really believed any of those stories, though.”

Trevan said, “Why can’t we find a metallic dragon and get it to help us find and kill Abraxas?”

Yeark said, “No. It is not possible.”

“Why not?” said Trevan.

“First of all, the only metallic dragon that would be powerful enough to defeat an ancient red dragon such as  Abraxas would be an ancient gold dragon, and I don’t think that there are any of them left. Even if there were and you could find him, he wouldn’t fight Abraxas.”

“I understand that he wouldn’t want to fight, but we could let him know of all of the terrible things Abraxas had done, he would have to help us,” said Trevan.

“It’s not just that,” said Yeark. “Long ago there was a great battle between the metallic dragons and the chromatic dragons. It lasted for centuries. When it was over, the few remaining dragons all swore never to kill, or cause to be killed, another true dragon. And this was to be honored by them and their descendents forever. I think this was foolish and the metallic dragons should all have been killed. But dragons are much smarter than kobolds so I guess they had a good reason.”

The winter passed quietly. Trevan and Gimble practiced fighting with sword and crossbow. They learned all they could about the draconian language and dragon behavior. Trevan got better at spotting and disarming Yeark’s traps. When winter turned to spring, Trevan would hunt for small game while Gimble would gather all kinds of edible roots, leaves, berries, fruit, and vegetables. Gimble was an excellent cook and enjoyed making dishes Trevan had never tried before. At Trevan’s instance, Yeark was always invited to share in these meals, but he seldom cared for the soups and breads. He much preferred meat to vegetables and liked it cooked very lightly without seasoning.

Just before summer, as they were sitting down to eat late in the evening on one cool spring day, one of Yeark’s warning alarms sounded. Something at the foot of the hill broke a thread which released a small weight attached to a string that was concealed along the ground up to the cabin which then pulled a pin that was holding up a spoon. The spoon fell down and hit the bottom of an overturned metal pan. This alerted everyone in the cabin of the approach of uninvited guests.

When they peaked out they saw a band of eight orcs sneaking quietly towards the cabin. Trevan was gathering up his crossbow and quiver of bolts and Gimble was putting on his chain shirt when Yeark said, “We don’t stand a chance against them. We will all be killed if we try to fight.”

Trevan paused and said, “Yea, I know. If you want to run away you can. I’m going to stay and fight. Gimble, you can go too if you want to.”

Gimble said, “We couldn’t run away if we wanted to. They’d catch us before we reached the tree line. We could try to talk them into letting us live, assuming one of them speaks common. I don’t think any of us can speak orc.”

Trevan said, “I don’t think these orcs came here to talk. You two run, I’ll try to hold them long enough for you to get away.”

Yeark said, “We can’t win if we fight, but there is another option.” Trevan and Gimble stopped their preparations for battle and stared at the Kobold. “I have an escape tunnel. It’s down here.” He lifted the section of wood flooring that covered the pit that he used as his sleeping area. Trevan and Gimble peaked in and saw that Yeark had enlarged his room and it now contained a Kobold sized chair, table, sleeping mat and had straw mats covering the walls. Trevan held the floorboards up while Yeark jumped down and pulled aside one of the wall mats to reveal a tunnel entrance. It was large enough for the kabold to walk in upright. The gnome would have to bend over a little and Trevan would have to bend over as far as he could unless he wanted to crawl. “It goes to a concealed exit about fifty yards into the woods. Quickly grab what you need and we can be gone before they get here.”

Trevan and Gimble both threw everything they didn’t want the orcs to get into Gimble’s carpet bag and started towards the tunnel. They just got the floorboards back in place before the orcs rushed in. They could hear the orcs tearing up the place as they started quickly, but quietly, running down the tunnel. Yeark was the last one into the tunnel and just before he lowered the wall mat he pulled a leaver that he had concealed in the wall of the tunnel. The three heard a loud crash behind them as they ran. The rock that was covering the exit of the tunnel had been hollowed out and was surprisingly light. They were indeed just inside the forest. Instead of running further into the forest and hiding, they moved cautiously back to the edge of the trees and looked back at the cabin.

Dust was still settling where the cabin had stood. All that was there now was the brick chimney and a pile of logs. The orcs were nowhere to be seen. They must have been under the rubble which was starting to burn. All three of them sat down on a log and just watched it burn.

Gimble retrieved their meal which he had placed into his bag in a covered pot. It was still hot. They ate in silence. After a couple of hours; it was dark, the fire that was once Trevan’s cabin was dying, and the three of them were still sitting on the log at the edge of the forest. Trevan finally broke the silence when he said, “Yeark, I’m releasing you from your vow. You can go back to your tribe. All of your obligations to me have been fulfilled.” He looked over at Gimble and continued, “I’m not going to try to rebuild it this time. I’m going on my own, into the woods to live off the land.”

Gimble said, “So you’re going to become a Ranger like your father.”

Trevan said, “Yes. I still plan on killing Abraxas, but I realize that I am not ready. I still have a lot to learn, and I can’t learn it here.”

Gimble asked, “Would you like me to come with you?”

“No. This is something I must do alone.”

Yeark left immediately. Trevan and Gimble spent the rest of the night where they were and in the morning, after dividing up their belongings, said their goodbyes and went their separate ways.

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D&D 3.5 – Iconic Fighter

Leave a comment Posted by on August 11, 2012

Thinking of playing a Fighter? Here is an excellent article regarding the pros and cons of playing a Fighter: Fighters with ClassBy Skip Williams.

Here is the information for playing an iconic Fighter character. Start with my post on Iconic Characters, then add this specific information.

Hit Die: d10

Class Skills: Climb, Jump

Class Knowledge: Dungeoneering

Special abilities:

The following are the special abilities available to fighters. The abilities are listed under the level that they are acquired.

1st Level
Dodge: During your action, you designate an opponent and receive a +1 dodge bonus to Armor Class against attacks from that opponent. You can select a new opponent on any action. A condition that makes you lose your Dexterity bonus to Armor Class (if any) also makes you lose dodge bonuses.
Weapon Finesse: With a light weapon, rapier, whip, or spiked chain made for a creature of your size category, you may use your Dexterity modifier instead of your Strength modifier on attack rolls.
2nd Level
Combat Expertise: When you use the attack action or the full attack action in melee, you can take a penalty of as much as -5 on your attack roll and add the same number (+5 or less) as a dodge bonus to your Armor Class. This number may not exceed your base attack bonus. The changes to attack rolls and Armor Class last until your next action.
3rd Level
Improved Feint: You can make a Bluff check to feint in combat as a move action rather than a standard action.
4th Level
Ability Score Adjustment: Add 1 to any ability score.
Weapon Specialization: You gain a +2 bonus on all damage rolls you make using the selected weapon.
5th Level
No special abilities added at this level.
6th Level
Mobility: You get a +4 dodge bonus to heroic actions attempting to pass through a threatened square.
Improved Critical: When using the weapon you selected, your threat range is doubled.
7th Level
No special abilities added at this level.
8th Level
Ability Score Adjustment: Add 1 to any ability score.
Greater Weapon Focus: You gain an additional +1 bonus on all attack rolls you make using the selected weapon.
9th Level
Spring Attack: When using the attack action with a melee weapon, you can move both before and after the attack, provided that your total distance moved is not greater than your speed. No heroic action is required to do this.
10th Level
Whirlwind Attack: When you use the full attack action, you can give up your regular attacks and instead make one melee attack at your full base attack bonus against each opponent within reach. When you use the Whirlwind Attack, you also forfeit any bonus or extra attacks granted by other spells, or abilities.
11th Level
No special abilities added at this level.
12th Level
Ability Score Adjustment: Add 1 to any ability score.
Power Attack: On your action, before making attack rolls for a round, you may choose to subtract a number from all melee attack rolls and add the same number to all melee damage rolls. This number may not exceed your base attack bonus. If you attack with a two-handed weapon, or with a one-handed weapon wielded in two hands, instead add twice the number subtracted from your attack rolls. The penalty on attacks and bonus on damage apply until your next turn.
Greater Weapon Specialization: You gain an additional +2 bonus on all damage rolls you make using the selected weapon.
13th Level
No special abilities added at this level.
14th Level
Cleave: If you deal a creature enough damage to make it drop (typically by dropping it to below 0 hit points or killing it), you get an immediate, extra melee attack against another creature within reach. You cannot take a 5-foot step before making this extra attack. The extra attack is with the same weapon and at the same bonus as the attack that dropped the previous creature. You can use this ability once per round.
15th Level
Great Cleave: This ability works like Cleave, except that there is no limit to the number of times you can use it per round.
16th Level
Ability Score Adjustment: Add 1 to any ability score.
Blind-Fight: In melee, every time you miss because of concealment, you can reroll your miss chance percentile roll one time to see if you actually hit. An invisible attacker gets no advantages related to hitting you in melee. That is, you don’t lose your Dexterity bonus to Armor Class, and the attacker doesn’t get the usual +2 bonus for being invisible. The invisible attacker’s bonuses do still apply for ranged attacks, however.  You take only half the usual penalty to speed for being unable to see. Darkness and poor visibility in general reduces your speed to three-quarters normal, instead of one-half.
17th Level
No special abilities added at this level.
18th Level
Improved Overrun or Bull Rush: When you attempt to use a heroic action to overrun or bull rush an opponent, you gain a +4 bonus on your Strength check to knock down or push back your opponent.
19th Level
No special abilities added at this level.
20th Level
Ability Score Adjustment: Add 1 to any ability score.
Improved Sunder: You gain a +4 bonus on any attack roll made to attack an object held or carried by another character.
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Dragon Hunt – Chapter 1, Part 8 – Orcs

Leave a comment Posted by on August 10, 2012

As Summer passed into Fall, the three came near to finishing the cabin. The walls were up, the roof was almost complete. Trevan and Gimble would only see Yeark after the sun went down each day. And when they woke up each morning they would find that Yeark had cleaned the cabin and neatly organized their work areas, put their tools away and swept. On days when the weather kept them from working on the cabin, Trevan would work on building crossbows, like his father taught him. He found that Yeark quickly learned to help him with this work too and became quite proficient as a crossbow craftsman. Yeark made a small, kabold sized, crossbow for himself. Gimble didn’t like the idea of the Kabold being allowed to have any weapons, but Trevan seamed to trust him. The only real problem Trevan or Gimble ever had with Yeark was his annoying tendency to build traps everywhere. Some of them were useful, like the small traps he set that kept their cabin free from rats and insect traps that killed wasps, flies and spiders. But traps like the one Treven set off when he walked out through the door one day were a real pain. That one caused the shelf that held the pans to fall and created such a loud noise that Trevan thought he was going to have a heart attack. Trevan tried to get Yeark to stop making traps, but the best he could do was get a promise that the traps he made would cause no harm. Trevan eventually got better at spotting the traps, but Gimble really had a knack for finding and disarming them.

One evening, just after sundown, a marauding band of orcs was sneaking up behind the cabin when they stumbled upon one of Yeark’s warning traps. When they stepped on a concealed pressure plate a whistling thistle was shot into the air. The whistling thistle was a local plant that produced seed pods that make a loud whistling noise when thrown. This alerted the three in the cabin and startled the orcs. There were four of them and they stood about six feet tall. They walked hunched over and each carried a large war ax. They had dirty black hair and were very pig-like in appearance with low foreheads, and large canines protruding from their lower jaws. They were dressed in ragged leather armor and were moving very quietly before setting off the alarm. It took them a few seconds to realize what had happened. Once they regained their composure, they gave up any pretence of stealth, let out a loud war cry, and ran up the hill at full speed.

Inside the cabin, it took only a second for them to realize what had happened. Gimble quickly looked outside while Trevan and Yeark each grabbed up their crossbows and a handful of quivers. Gimble yelled “Orcs!,” dove for his carpet bag and pulled out three short swords. He tossed one to Trevan, hesitated a second, then tossed one to Yeark. “We might need these,” he said. Trevan and Yeark ran outside, around to the back of the cabin, and quickly fired at the approaching orcs. Gimble took a second to pull a chain shirt from the bag and slip it on.

The bolts from the two crossbows sang as they flew through the air at the same time and both hit the lead orc. He fell face forward and the other three continued up the hill without a pause. Trevan quickly loaded another bolt and fired while Yeark was still fumbling with his, trying to get his small bolt seated and the mechanism cocked. Trevan’s bolt landed where it was aimed, but the orc it hit never slowed down. Gimble ran around the side of the cabin wearing his chain shirt and swinging his sword. Yeark gave up on his crossbow, threw it down and picked up his sword. Trevan managed to fire once more, but in his haste, completely missed his target. He grabbed his sword just as the orcs were upon them. The orc in front reached Trevan first. Trevan felt the air fanned by the ax blade as it swished past his ear while he struck the orc with his sword. His orc screamed and grabbed his wounded side with one hand while preparing to strike again. The kabold took his short sword in both hands and charged the second orc. His sword pierced the orc’s armor and poked a hole in his stomach. This orc swung wildly at Yeark but only managed to hit the ground as he passed. Gimble ran to the third orc and was nearly knocked off of his feet when the orc’s ax glanced off his chain shirt with a shower of sparks. Gimble staggered and hit as hard as he could with his sword, but it only cut a new gash in his orc’s already badly cut-up leather armor. Yeark took another stab at his bleeding orc but was unable to connect while his orc, swinging his ax back-handed, hit the small kabold with the flat side of the ax which sent him flying through the air. He landed some distance away, unconscious. Trevan stabbed at his orc again but missed. His orc, while holding his wounded side with one hand, swang at Trevan. Trevan jumped back but the ax cut a long streak across his chest. Fortunately, the cut was only superficial. The orc that had dispatched Yeark, now turned on Trevan. He swang his ax and Trevan ducked at the last second, just avoiding loosing his head. Gimble hit his orc again and this time drew blood, but Gimble was hit by a solid ax blow. If he hadn’t been wearing his chain shirt this blow would have proven fatal to the gnome. It cut through the chain links and cut deeply into Gimble’s side. He fell and was wounded to badly to get up. This left Trevan alone facing three angry orcs. The orcs looked at each other and grunted something in their guttural language. They all laughed at what they thought was a good joke and turned to attack the lone human boy with their axes held high. Trevan took a couple of steps back and then stood firm, determined to die before he would run. Bracing for their attack, he noticed that the fourth orc had now recovered from the crossbow bolts enough to get to his feet and was coming to join in the fight.

Gimble was able to lift himself up enough to cast a spell on the weeds and vines that covered the ground just in front of the orc that was running up the hill. The orc failed to notice the vines rising up about two feet off the ground just in front of him and fell again as his feet became tangled in them.

Just then Trevan heard something behind him. Coming around the cabin was another large creature, yelling some sort of war cry and swinging a great sword. Trevan thought, “great, more orcs.” The orcs in front of him stopped and stared at the newcomer. This was no orc. This was a human, albeit a large one. He was dressed in animal hides and pushed Trevan aside as he rushed past and attacked all three orcs with a vengeance. With one great swing of his large sword he felled one orc and wounded another. Then he spun around and buried his sword into the third. As he pulled his sword from the body, the orc he had only wounded hit this stranger in his shoulder with his ax. His animal hide coat absorbed most of the ax blow. With a loud cry the human jumped into the air. With hilt in both hands, he came down sword first and sliced the third orc nearly in two. This wild man quickly jumped up with a fiery look in his eyes and a snarl on his lips and spun around looking for another foe, Ignoring Trevan and Gimble as if they weren’t there.

Trevan suddenly recognized this man as Ozur, the barbarian that had passed this way with a wagon full of children. In his current state he bore very little resemblance to the mild mannered man he had met then.

Ozur spotted the last orc, who had untangled his feet from the vines and was coming up the hill to join the fight. When he saw this wild man running towards him with his bloody sword and the dead orcs behind him, he turned and ran away as fast as he could. Ozur chased him to the bottom of the hill where he disappeared into the woods. With one last warning scream at the fleeing orc, Ozur turned and returned to the top of the hill.

Gimble managed to stand. Trevan picked up the still unconscious Yeark. The four of them went into the cabin and barred the newly finished door. Ozur sat on the floor and leaned back against the wall, exhausted. Trevan checked Yeark for wounds before tending to his own. Yeark would be out for a while. Trevan helped Gimble bandaged his wounds and offered to tend to Ozur’s shoulder. At first, Ozur wasn’t even aware that he had been wounded. He thanked Trevan, but said that he would take care of it himself. He took some herbs from his pouch, spit on them to make a paste and applied it to the cut on his shoulder.

Once they had recovered from the excitement and tended to their wounds, Trevan turned to Ozur and said “Boy am I glad that you came by when you did. You saved our lives! I’ve never seen anyone fight like that. I almost didn’t recognize you. How did you learn to fight like that?”

“No one taught me,” said Ozur. “Something just comes over me when I get mad and I go into an almost uncontrollable rage.” Looking over at Yeark, he continued, “Why are you saving the kobold?”

Trevan thought for a second, and said, “He is my servant. . . It’s a long storey.”

“Do you have a lot of orc raids here?”

“No. This is the first time they ever tried to attack us here,” said Trevan. “We have seen orcs in the woods, but they have always just been traveling through. We never had any problems with them before.”

Ozur said, “The folks down in Morningside said that orc raids were increasing down there. They say that they are moving up from the south for some reason.”

Ozur removed his leather over coat, his leather under coat and his two shirts. Then he tore off a strip of cloth from the bottom of his long shirt and tied it around his shoulder wound. “How are you going to kill a dragon when you can’t even handle a couple of orcs? Or have you taken my advice and given up on that idea?”

“I don’t know how,” said Trevan. “All I know is that someday I will kill that dragon that killed my parents.”

“You certainly have the courage,” sad Ozur. “I know very few men that would face off against three full grown orcs like you did.”

“Except for you!” said Gimble. “You just charged in and whipped them all! It was great!”

“I wouldn’t have,” said Ozur, “if I had thought about it. I just saw Trevan was in trouble and, well, you saw.”

Gimble said, “I’m with you, Ozur. I don’t even think that a dragon can be killed. I saw Abraxas shot with an arrow that would have killed a large bear and he didn’t even act like he noticed.”

“Oh, they can be killed all right,” said Ozur. “Where I come from we kill them all of the time. Of course, they are white dragons, which are small compared to red dragons.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a large knife with a 6 inch dragon tooth handle. “This tooth is from one that I killed.”

Trevan’s eyes got big. He set up straight, inched closer to Ozur and asked, “You killed a dragon? How did you do it? Tell me about white dragons.”

“Well,” said Ozur, “like I said, white dragons are only about half the size of red dragons and they are not nearly as smart. They only live where it’s cold most of the time. They like ice and cold. As a mater of fact, their breath weapon isn’t fire, like the red dragon but a cone of cold that freezes everything it touches. You are right about a single arrow not being enough to bring down a dragon. That is why it is so hard to kill one while it is flying. But, if you can get it to land, sometimes you can hit it with enough swords, spears and the like to kill it. Sometimes we would find one in its lair, where it couldn’t fly, and kill it there. That’s how I killed this one,” holding up the dragon tooth. “But a red dragon is an entirely different matter. First of all, they are really big and really smart. Abraxas is probably the biggest and the smartest of all. He won’t just land and fight a fair fight. The next thing about red dragons is their magic. White dragons, if they are old enough, can do things like control the weather and create magical walls of ice, but red dragons can cast all kinds of magical spells.”

“What if we catch it in his lair so he can’t fly?” asked Trevan. “Like you said you did with the white dragon?”

“Well,” said Ozur, “you have to find it first. Like I said, white dragons aren’t all that smart and their ice caves aren’t that hard to find if you know what to look for.”

Trevan said, “I heard that Abraxas has his lair in a mountain under a volcano.”

Ozur said, “A dragon like Abraxas hasn’t lived as long as he has by making his lair easy to find. You can be sure he has it in a well hidden spot. He may have even used magic to hide the entrance. You might walk right by it and never see it. If you could find it, it may have other monsters guarding it and warning Abraxas of intruders, and he has probably placed traps to kill unwelcome guests. If you did manage to get past all of that there is one more thing have to remember about red dragons.”

“What’s that?” said Trevan and Gimble at the same time.

“He breaths fire.”

After a few minutes, Trevan asked, “What happened to all of those kids you were carting around?”

Ozur pulled out a large leather cloth and began to clean his sword. He said, “When I got them to Morningside I was almost arrested. They thought that I had stolen the children and was trying to sell them. They call my kind ‘barbarians’ and look down on us. If it wasn’t for Drizzle, you remember her?”

“Yes, I remember Drizzle,” Trevan said.

“I remember her too,” chimed in Gimble, “Cute kid.”

Ozur continued, “Well if Drizzle hadn’t told them what had happened I would have had to fight my way out of there. Some nice families took in all of the kids. Drizzle, against my advice, was adopted by a family of mages. They said that they would train her on the use of magic. They said that she had a knack for it. I’m still not sure if I did the right thing in leaving her with them. I don’t generally trust magic users.” As he said this he glared at Gimble. “I was on my way back north to my homeland. I was just stopping here to say hello when I heard the fight.”

Yeark regained consciousness the next morning. Everyone’s wounds healed quickly. Ozur stayed for a few days, just to make sure that more orcs didn’t show up. He gave Trevan and Gimble some tips on fighting with swords. After Ozur left, they practiced with their swords a little every day. They made themselves practice swords out of wood. They found that Yeark was quite good with a properly sized sword. He had been trained in sword play from a very young age. Yeark practiced with his crossbow. They all kept an eye out for orcs.

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D&D 3.5 – Iconic Druid

Leave a comment Posted by on August 7, 2012

Thinking of playing a Druid? Here is an excellent article regarding the pros and cons of playing a Druid: Druids with Class By Skip Williams.

Here is the information for playing an iconic Druid character. Start with my post on Iconic Characters, then add this specific information.

Hit Die: d8

Class Skills: Handle Animal (Cha), Heal (Wis), Listen (Wis), Spot (Wis)

Class Knowledge: Nature

Spells: A druid casts spells drawn from the druid spell list. However, he can’t cast spells that contain the “Evil” descriptor.

Druid Spells Explained

As a Druid, to cast a spell you have to prepare it. The druid must choose 1 hour of the day, in which he will have to meditate, in order to have his God grant him the spells. Unlike wizards, it doesn’t matter if he has slept or not. This is when he chooses which spells he can cast that day.

To cast a spell, the druid needs a Wisdom of 10+the spells level. (Not the casters level, the spells level) which means that, for example, if he had a Wisdom of 16 he could cast no higher than 6th level spells.

The saving throw difficulty class (DC) of his spells is 10 + the level of the spell + the druid’s Wis modifier. For example, if a 5th level druid with a Wisdom score of 16 throws a Hold Person spell. That is a 2nd level spell and his Wis modifier is (based on his Wisdom score of 16) is +3. So the DC for that spell will be 10+2+3 for a total of 15. The creature that he cast that spell on will have to make a will save of 15 or higher to resist the spell.

Druids, know every spell on the druid spell list, of the maximum level of spells they can cast.

A druid also may get more spells according to his Wisdom, refer to Table 1–1: Ability Modifiers And Bonus Spells. For example, if he had 16 Wisdom he would get 1 additional 1st, 2nd and 3rd level spell.

To prepare your spells:

Simply choose your 0, 1st, 2nd, 3rd etc. level spells depending on your druid’s level. If you have a high Wis. Score select any additional spells you are allowed. For example, if your Wis is 16, you can select 1 additional 1st, 2nd and 3rd level spell.

Note: there is no need to choose any summon nature’s ally spells. That’s because you can transform any prepared spell into a summon nature’s ally spell of the same level. This is called Spontaneous Casting. For example, a druid who has prepared repel vermin (a 4th-level spell) may lose repel vermin in order to cast summon nature’s ally IV (also a 4th-level spell).

Special abilities:

The following are the special abilities available to druids. The abilities are listed under the level that they are acquired. Where an ability is described as (ref PHB), you should refer to that ability’s description in the players handbook.

1st Level
Skill Focus (Handle Animal): You get a +3 bonus on all Handle Animal checks
Animal  Companion: (refer PHB)
Nature Sense: +2 bonus on Knowledge (nature) and Survival checks.
Wild Empathy: Can improve the attitude of an animal. (refer PHB)
2nd Level
Woodland Stride: (ref PHB)
3rd Level
Skill Focus (Survival): You get a +3 bonus on all Survival checks
Trackless Step: Leave no trail in natural surroundings and cannot be tracked. You may choose to leave a trail if so desired.
4th Level
Ability Score Adjustment: Add 1 to any ability score.
Resist Nature’s Lure: +4 bonus on saving throws against the spell-like abilities of fey.
5th Level
Wild Shape (1/day): Can turn yourself into any Small or Medium animal and back again once per day. (ref PHB)
6th Level
Wild Shape (2/day): Like Wild Shape above, but now you can do this 2 times per day.
Natural Spell: You can complete the verbal and somatic components of spells while in a wild shape. You substitute various noises and gestures for the normal verbal and somatic components of a spell. You can also use any material components or focuses you possess, even if such items are melded within your current form. This does not permit you the use of magic items while you are in a form that could not ordinarily use them, and you do not gain the ability to speak while in a wild shape.
7th Level
Wild Shape (3/day): Like Wild Shape above, but now you can do this 3 times per day.
8th Level
Ability Score Adjustment: Add 1 to any ability score.
Wild Shape (Large): Like Wild Shape above, but now you can also change into a Large animal.
9th Level
Venom Immunity: Immune to all poisons.
Stealthy: You get a +2 bonus on all Hide checks and Move Silently checks.
10th Level
Wild Shape (4/day): Like Wild Shape above, but now you can do this 4 times per day.
11th Level
Wild Shape (Tiny): Like Wild Shape above, but now you can also change into a Tiny animal.
12th Level
Ability Score Adjustment: Add 1 to any ability score.
Acrobatic: You get a +2 bonus on all Jump checks and Tumble checks.
Wild Shape (Plant): Like Wild Shape above, but now you can also change into a plant creature with the same size restrictions as for animal forms. (A druid can’t use this ability to take the form of a plant that isn’t a creature.)
13th Level
A Thousand Faces: (ref PHB).
14th Level
Wild Shape (5/day): Like Wild Shape above, but now you can do this 5 times per day.
15th Level
Timeless Body: No ability score penalties for aging and cannot be magically aged.
Agile: You get a +2 bonus on all Balance checks and Escape Artist checks.
Wild Shape (Huge): Like Wild Shape above, but now you can also change into a Huge animal.
16th Level
Ability Score Adjustment: Add 1 to any ability score.
Wild Shape (Elemental 1/day): (ref PHB).
17th Level
You get no additional abilities at this level.
18th Level
Wild Shape (6/day elemental 2/day): Like Wild Shape above, but now you can do a normal change 6 times per day and change to an elemental 2 times per day.
Athletic: You get a +2 bonus on all Climb checks and Swim checks.
19th Level
You get no additional abilities at this level.
20th Level
Ability Score Adjustment: Add 1 to any ability score.

Wild Shape (Elemental 3/day, Huge elemental): Like Wild Shape above, but now you can change into an elemental 3 times a day and it can be a huge elemental.
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Dragon Hunt – Chapter 1, Part 7 – Visitors

Leave a comment Posted by on August 6, 2012

One day, while Trevan and Gimble were working on a log that was to become one of the side posts for the door, they heard a wagon on the road coming from the direction of Hetsdale. There had been no traffic on the road in either direction in the three weeks that had passed since the dragon attack. As the wagon came into view they could see it was driven by a large muscular man with long blond hair. He was dressed in animal hides and had a very large sword propped up on the seat beside him. Trevan had seen northern barbarians before but never one driving a wagon, and this wagon was like none he had ever seen. It appeared to be assembled from a variety of miss-matched parts and barely hanging together. What was really surprising though was that it was filled with half a dozen human children of various ages. It was being pulled by an old work horse and had all manner of pots, pans, boxes and bags tied to the sides. Yeark, the kobold, hid himself behind the partially completed cabin walls. Trevan called out to the stranger and offered them fresh water from his well. Then he and Gimble walked down to the road to greet them.

The man appeared to be a little un-easy at the sight of the gnome. He said that his name was Ozur and that it was his habit to walk down from the north every few years. He stumbled into Hetsdale about a week ago. All he found was the burned-out shell of a village and these 6 children who were living in the streets.  He found the half-starved horse wandering nearby and he was able to build the wagon from the remains of three different wagons. He understood that there was a town called Morningside some distance south and he was hoping to find homes for them there.

Trevan made a large pot of stew and fed them all. They accepted an invitation to camp in the clearing there for the night.

Gimble was handing a cup of water to one of the smaller boys who appeared to be very sad. He took the cup and, using some gnomish magic, chilled it to the point that it was sloshing with ice crystals. Then he colored it a bright red. The boy’s expression changed to one of wonderment. When Ozur saw this he yelled to the boy, “Don’t drink that!” But it was too late, when he tasted it and found that it tasted like sweet strawberries, he broke into a wide smile. Ozur turned to Gimble and said, “Nothing good ever came from magic. I don’t want you to magic up anything around these children.”

“It’s just a sweet drink,” Gimble said. “It couldn’t hurt anyone.”

The other children gathered around and pleaded with Ozur to let the gnome make a red drink for them too. He finally succumbed to their sad, wide eyed faces and backed away. Gimble then made one for each of the children. While they were enjoying their cool treats, he entertained them by making some ashes from the fire dance with him as he sang a familiar tune.

It wasn’t until later that evening, while they were all sitting around the campfire enjoying some fresh mint tea and exchanging stories, that the oldest child, a ten year old black haired girl named Drizzle, asked Gimble, “Aren’t you that funny gnome that works for the blacksmith?”

Ozur looked up with a start, held his big hand out to gently push Drizzle back away from the gnome and asked, “You’re from Hetsdale? How is it that you survived the dragon attack?”

“I ran away,” explained Gimble. “I was hiding behind a tree at the edge of the forest when the dragon arrived. I watched until he started burning the village. Then I ran into the forest and never returned. I could see the fire from a distance. I had no idea that there were any survivors.”

Ozur wasn’t sure that he completely believed Gimble’s story. He was always suspicious of anything he ever heard from a gnome but he could think of no reason for him to be lying about this. Gimble had freely admitted to being a coward. Still, he felt that he was hiding something. At the very least he should have returned to look for survivors.

Gimble asked Drizzle, “Could you tell me what happened after the dragon started to burn the town?”

“No!” thundered Ozur as he rose to frighten Gimble away. “These children have been through enough.”

“It’s okay,” said Drizzle. “I want to tell somebody, but let’s wait until the younger kids are asleep.” She looked around and the two youngest were already asleep. She busied herself making pallets for the children by spreading blankets on the warm grass.

The sun had just fallen behind the hill where work on the cabin had been abandoned for the day. The sky was turning a dark violet and the first stars were starting to appear. Fireflies were beginning to dance in the trees at the edge of the forest and somewhere a lone cricket began to chirp. It was going to be a warm, still night. All of the other children were fast asleep. Trevan, Gimble and Ozur all set on the ground around Drizzle as she began her story. “First, I wish everyone would stop calling him ‘the dragon’. He said his name was Abraxas. He may be the only dragon I ever saw, but I know that all dragons aren’t evil like he is. They can’t be . . .” She stared at the fireflies for a few seconds, fighting back her tears. Then she continued, “Me and Mama was in the kitchen, hiddin’ under the table. I could hear screamin’ and shoutin’. I could hear the shutters rattlin’ like they do in a wind storm. I heard things hittin’ the side of the house. We were there a long time and I was scared. Then he finally came to our house. There was a very loud noise and large pieces of the wall came flying into the kitchen. Some of them landed on the table. Mama pulled me closer and suddenly there was another, louder sound and there was a bright light. He had ripped the roof off and the sun was shining in. I remember smelling rotten eggs.”

“That would be the smell of sulfur,” interjected Trevan.

“Well, it was very strong,” continued Drizzle. “It made me sick to my stomach. Then the table rose into the air and flew away. Mama fell down on top of me and then his big scaly hand scooped us up and he held us up close to his face. I thought he was going to eat us! His teeth were terrible. They had yellowish stains on them. They were bigger than table legs and sharp like a knife. There was smoke coming out of his nose. He was looking at us. His eyes were bigger than a soup pot and they had slits, you know, up and down, like a cat’s eyes. It hurt my ears when he talked because it was so loud. I wanted to cover my ears with my hands, but I was afraid to let go of Mama. I thought I was going to fall.”

“What did he say?” asked Trevan. He moved in a little closer as did Ozur and Gimble. They were all listening intently to the girl’s story.

“He thought Mama was hiding some magic gem of his. She told him that she didn’t have it but he didn’t believe her. He held her and flicked me off to the side. All of a sudden I was flyin’ through the air. I went up real high. I could see the whole village. It looked like everything was burning. When I started back down, my dress caught on the chimney of the house next door. It ripped nearly in two. I was hangin’ by my dress. Then I was able to grab the stones and hold on to the side of the chimney. The very top of the chimney was broke off. The roof of the house was mostly gone and most of the walls and the stuff inside was on fire. There was a lot of smoke coming up around me, but I could see inside our house next door because the roof was missing. I could see Abraxas holding Mama. He said she was lying about the gem, but she wasn’t. He got mad and threw her down on the floor. I think he broke her because she never moved after that. Then he started searching the house. He dumped out all the drawers and boxes be could find and looked through everything that was in them. He kept a couple of things he found. I couldn’t see what they were. There wasn’t much left. Mama had already taken all of our money and stuff to him earlier. Then he busted up all of the furniture and most of the walls and the floor. I guess he was looking for places where we could hide stuff. When he was through he flapped his wings and flew up over the house and set fire to it by breathing fire down on it. Our house burned up with Mama in it.” Drizzle stopped talking for a minute. She looked up at the stars. The sky was getting darker and more stars were coming out. The light from the campfire reflected off a tear that was forming in the corner of her eye. She wiped her eyes on her sleeve and continued, “I saw Abraxas land in the town square and put all of the stuff he wanted into a big box and then the box just disappeared. I watched him fly away before I climbed down off the chimney. Me and the other kids found each other that night and we helped each other as much as we could. We never did find any grown-ups until Ozur showed up.”

“How did you survive on your own?” asked Trevan.

“We looked through all of the houses and found some food that hadn’t all burned up, and we got some stuff out of a garden we found.”

“That’s enough,” said Ozur. “No more questions. She has been through enough. Come Drizzle, lay down now and get some sleep. We’ll start out early tomorrow.”

Trevan and Gimble wished them all a good night and returned to the cabin where Yeark was still hiding. When they got up the next morning, Yeark told them that the wagon and all of its occupants had left before sunup, “And it’s a good thing too. I wasn’t able to get anything done last night from having to keep an eye on them.”

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D&D 3.5 – Iconic Cleric

1 Comment Posted by on August 2, 2012

Thinking of playing a Cleric? Here is an excellent article regarding the pros and cons of playing a Cleric:  Clerics with Class  By Skip Williams.

Here is the information for playing an iconic Cleric character. Start with my post on Iconic Characters, then add this specific information.

Hit Die: d8

Class Skills: Diplomacy (Cha) Heal (Wis) and Knowledge (Religion)

Deity: A cleric devotes his life to serving one particular deity. The deity for your cleric depends on his race as indicated on the following table.

Race Deity
Dwarf Moradin(LG)
Elf Corellon Larethian (CG)
Gnome Garl Glittergold (NG)
Half-elf Corellon Larethian (NG)
Halfling Yondalla(LG)
Human Pelor(NG)
Half-orc Pelor(NG)

Alignment: Your cleric’s alignment should be the same as his Deity’s alignment.

Spells: A cleric casts spells drawn from the cleric spell list. However, he can’t cast spells that contain the “Evil” descriptor.

Domain Spells: When you select a Deity, you also select two of that Deity’s Domains. For each of the two domains you are granted one special power. Also, for each of the two domains, you get one domain spell for each spell level.

If you chose choose Strength and Healing as your domains, your domain powers and spells are listed here:

Strength Domain

Granted  Power: You can perform a feat of strength as a supernatural ability. You gain an enhancement bonus to Strength equal to your cleric level. Activating the power is a free action, the power lasts 1 round, and it is usable once per day.

 Strength Domain Spells

1

Enlarge Person

Humanoid creature doubles in size.

2

Bull’s Strength

Subject gains +4 to Str for 1 min./level.

3

Magic Vestment

Armor or shield gains +1 enhancement per four levels.

4

Spell Immunity

Subject is immune to one spell per four levels.

5

Righteous Might

Your size increases, and you gain combat bonuses.

6

Stoneskin

Ignore 10 points of damage per attack.

7

Bigby’s Grasping Hand

Large hand provides cover, pushes, or grapples.

8

Bigby’s Clenched Fist

 Large hand provides cover, pushes,  or attacks your foes.

9

Bigby’s Crushing Hand

Large hand provides cover, pushes, or crushes your foes.

Healing Domain

Granted Power: You cast healing spells at +1 caster level.

Healing Domain Spells

1

Cure Light Wounds

Cures 1d8 damage +1/level (max +5).

2

Cure Moderate Wounds

Cures 2d8 damage +1/level (max +10).

3

Cure Serious Wounds

Cures 3d8 damage +1/level (max +15).

4

Cure Critical Wounds

Cures 4d8 damage +1/level (max +20).

5

Cure  Light Wounds, Mass

Cures 1d8 damage +1/level (max +25) for many creatures.

6

Heal

Cures 10 points/level of damage, all diseases and mental conditions.

7

Regenerate

Subject’s severed limbs grow back, cures 4d8 damage +1/level (max +35).

8

Cure Critical Wounds, Mass

Cures 4d8 damage +1/level (max +40) for many creatures.

9

Heal, Mass

 As heal, but with several subjects.

Cleric Spells Explained

As a Cleric, to cast a spell you have to prepare it. The Cleric must choose 1 hour of the day, in which he will have to pray, in order to have his God grant him the spells. For Clerics of Pelor, this will normally be at sunrise. Unlike wizards, it doesn’t matter if he has slept or not. This is when he chooses which spells he can cast that day.

To cast a spell, the cleric needs a Wisdom of 10+the spells level. (Not the casters level, the spells level) which means that, for example, if he had a Wisdom of 16 he could cast no higher than 6th level spells.

The saving throw difficulty class (DC) of his spells is 10 + the level of the spell + the Cleric’s Wis modifier. For example, if a 5th level Cleric with a Wisdom score of 16 throws a Hold Person spell. That is a 2nd level spell and his Wis modifier is (based on his Wisdom score of 16) is +3. So the DC for that spell will be 10+2+3 for a total of 15. The creature that he cast that spell on will have to make a will save of 15 or higher to resist the spell.

Clerics, know every spell on the Cleric spell list, of the maximum level of spells they can cast.

A Cleric has 2 kinds of spells. The spells he gets from his class, and his Domain spells. For example, a level 5 Cleric gets 5 spells of 0 level, 3+1 spells of first level, 2+1 of second ,1+1 of third (1 is the normal spells, and +1 the domain). He also may get more spells according to his Wisdom, refer to Table 1–1: Ability Modifiers And Bonus Spells. For example, if he had 16 Wisdom he would get 1 additional 1st, 2nd and 3rd level spell.

To prepare your spells:

1) Choose your 0 level spells.

2) Choose your 1st, 2nd, 3rd etc. level spells depending on your cleric’s level. If you have a high Wis. Score select any additional spells you are allowed. For example, if your Wis is 16, you can select 1 additional 1st, 2nd and  3rd level spell.

3) Choose your domain spells (1 for each spell level). You have 2 domain spells to choose from for each level, but you can only choose one.

Note: there is no need to choose any non-domain healing spells. That’s because you can transform any non-domain spell into a healing spell of the same level. This is called Spontaneous Casting.

Special abilities:

The following are the special abilities available to clerics. The abilities are listed under the level that they are acquired.

1st Level
Combat Casting: You get a +4 bonus on Concentration checks made to cast a spell or use a spell-like ability while on the defensive or while you are grappling or pinned.
Aura: A cleric has a particularly powerful aura that identifies him as a devotee of his particular deity.  Certain magical spells can detect this aura.
Turn Unholy: [was Turn or Rebuke Undead] By boldly presenting his holy symbol and uttering holy words, a cleric can turn away or destroy the enemies of his faith. A cleric can attempt to turn away un-dead, demons, and devils. They can do this a number of times a day equal to 3 + their Cha modifier.
2nd Level
No additional abilities are added at this level.
3rd Level
Skill Focus (Heal): You get a +3 bonus on all Heal checks
4th Level
Ability Score Adjustment: Add 1 to any ability score.
5th Level
No additional abilities are added at this level.
6th Level
Magical Aptitude: You get a +2 bonus on all Spellcraft checks and Use Magic Device checks.
7th Level
No additional abilities are added at this level.
8th Level
Ability Score Adjustment: Add 1 to any ability score.
9th Level
Alertness: You get a +2 bonus on all Listen checks and Spot checks.
10th Level
No additional abilities are added at this level.
11th Level
No additional abilities are added at this level.
12th Level
Ability Score Adjustment: Add 1 to any ability score.
Investigator: You get a +2 bonus on all Gather Information checks and Search checks.
13th Level
No additional abilities are added at this level.
14th Level
No additional abilities are added at this level.
15th Level
Skill Focus (Use Magic Device): You get a +3 bonus on all Use Magic Device checks
16th Level
Ability Score Adjustment: Add 1 to any ability score.
17th Level
No additional abilities are added at this level.
18th Level
Agile: You get a +2 bonus on all Balance checks and Escape Artist checks.
19th Level
No additional abilities are added at this level.
20th Level
Ability Score Adjustment: Add 1 to any ability score.
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Dragon Hunt – Chapter 1, Part 6 – Rebuilding the cabin

1 Comment Posted by on August 1, 2012

“What do you think you are doing?” Trevan yelled as he snatched the crossbow out of Yeark’s hands. “Why did you shoot that boy?” Trevan could hardly contain his anger.

“That’s no boy,” Yeark said. “That’s a gnome!”

“I don’t care if he is a gnome. That still doesn’t give you the right to shoot him for no reason! I’m going to see if he is okay. You had better hope that he isn’t dead.”  He ran to him and could see that he had been mistaken. The short individual laying there with an arrow in his soldier was indeed not a boy.  Trevan hadn’t noticed the beard from a distance. He had never seen a gnome before. The wound, though serious, wasn’t fatal. He carried him to the cabin and laid him on the bedroll he had laid out for himself. He dressed the wound and saw to it that the gnome was resting quietly.

“Now tell me why you shot this gnome,” he said.

“Because he is a gnome,” Yeark answered.

“So you just attack every gnome you see?”

Yeark looked surprised at the question. “You don’t know anything about kobolds, do you? Gnomes are our mortal enemies. He probably knew I was here and was coming to kill me. And if you tried to stop him he would kill you too. You should let him die.”

“I am not going to let him die! He wasn’t coming here to kill anybody. He called to us from the road. I’m guessing that he was just a traveler looking for a place to stay the night.” He finished wrapping his shoulder and turned to Yeark. “Now listen to me. This is important. You are not to attack anyone without getting my approval first.”  Yeark rolled his eyes and turned away. “Do you understand me?’

“You sure have a lot of rules,” Yeark said.

“Do you understand?” Trevan repeated.

“Yes,” Yeark said. “No attacking anyone unless you tell me I can.”

“That’s right,” Trevan said. “That is my first and most important rule.”

Trevan was exhausted. He laid down next to the gnome and quickly fell to sleep.

When he woke up the next morning, he saw that his patient was still sleeping and appeared to be comfortable. He looked around at the devastated structure. It was strange to look up and see the sky instead of the familiar exposed beams and underside of the roof he had looked at all of his life. Then he realized the kobold wasn’t there. He walked over and lifted the board Yeark had placed to hide his hole in the floor. He wasn’t there. Trevan thought for a minute that Yeark had run away. He was rather hoping that he had. Then he realized that the kobold must have stayed up all night working on the cabin. All of the loose debris was gone and the floor was reasonably clean.  There was a small fire burning in what was left of the fireplace and a small batch of fresh firewood neatly stacked beside it. To the other side was bucket of fresh water. Somehow the kobold had found a metal drinking cup and set it beside the bucket.

A voice came from what had been the back of the cabin. “Look what I found.” Trevan turned to see the small kobold proudly holding up two arrows in one hand with a bird stuck on each. Following behind him was a goat he was pulling along by a rope in his other hand. “They must have run away when the dragon attacked,” Yeark said. He stepped over the charred baseboard where the back wall of the cabin had been and brought his prize into the center of the room. Now Trevan could see he had shot one of their three chickens and their rooster. He didn’t even bother trying to explain to Yeark what he had done wrong, but he was glad to see that he hadn’t killed the goat.

“We could eat them like this, but I like mine cooked a little,” Yeark said as he stuck them into the fire.

“What are you doing?” Trevan said. “Aren’t you going to clean them first?”

Yeark said “They aren’t dirty. Besides the fire will burn off most of the feathers if that’s what you are worried about.”

“I guess I don’t care how you eat yours,” Trevan said as he removed the hen from the fire. “But I’m going to show you how to clean and properly cook a bird, if you are going to be cooking for me.” He sat on the only whole bench and proceeded to instruct Yeark on the proper procedure for plucking all of the feathers, removing the head and feet and the innards. Then he made a proper roasting stick and placed the chicken over the fire.

“You’re not going to eat this?” Yeark asked, pointing to the parts Trevan discarded. Before he could answer Yeark was eating everything but the feathers.

From the back of the cabin a voice said, “You know, if you put the heart and gizzard in a pot of water with some turnips and onions you could make a nice soup.” It was the gnome. He was awake and sitting up. He cast a quick spell and the tin cup by the bucket rose into the air, dipped itself into the water and floated to him. It delighted him to see the shocked expression on their faces.

With Trevan’s aid, the gnome fully recovered in a few days. Trevan made Yeark pledge not to harm the gnome, or take anything that belonged to him. The gnome said his name was Raerpin Gimble Janker Skor Mikkennis Din Nackle, but most people just called him Gimble. He told them the story of the dragon attack. But he didn’t tell them about his magical gem. That he kept in his pocket. After hearing what the dragon did to Hetsdale, Trevan asked Yeark, “What can you tell me about this dragon named Abraxas?”

“Everyone knows about Abraxas,” said Yeark. “He is one of the oldest and most powerful of the Great Worms. It is said that the place he sleeps is somewhere in the Black Mountains, in a cavern under a volcano, on a bed of treasure accumulated over the centuries. The stories of his greatness are legendary. I only wish we had arrived here earlier so I might have seen him.”

Trevan tried to suppress his anger. “If we had arrived earlier I may have been able to save my father!” he said.

“You would have died as well,” said Yeark. “You heard how the fighters in Hetsdale all died trying to defeat him. You wouldn’t have had a chance. Many adventurers have tried, all have failed, and most have died.”

“Someday I will succeed where they failed. I will find Abraxas and avenge my father,” said Trevan.

Then he asked, “Why would he have destroyed Hetsdale and killed my father?”

“For Abraxas to have come all this way, he must have been looking for something specific.” said Yeark. “He wouldn’t have destroyed Hetsdale if they had given him his due respect and if they had given him what he asked for. Instead, they attacked him! They should have known what would happen to them after that. He must have not found what he was looking for in Hetsdale and was still looking for it when he stopped here. Was your father hiding a gem of some sort, perhaps a magical gem that would be of special interest to a dragon?”

“I already told you that we didn’t have anything of much value,” said Trevan.

Gimble said nothing, but he was sure now that Abraxas was looking for his magical gem. He was also sure that the kobold would slice his throat and give his gem to that evil dragon if he found out about it.

Trevan felt responsible for the gnome’s injury and said that he was welcome to stay here as long as he wanted. Over the next few days he told Gimble his story and how he had acquired a kobold. Although Yeark tended to sleep all day and work all night, he proved to be quite helpful in re-building the cabin. Gimble never quite trusted Yeark, but he liked Trevan and as soon as he was able, he began to help with the rebuilding.

Gimble and Trevan became close friends. Trevan even laughed at his pranks. Gimble had no place to go, so he decided to stay for a while. He didn’t tell Trevan, but one reason he stayed was to protect him from the kobold. He would sleep with a dagger under his pillow, and would wake up at the slightest sound. He was sure that Yeark intended to kill them both at his first opportunity.

Trevan began learning the draconian language from Yeark. Gimble decided he would learn it too. Gimble could already speak gnome, common and goblin. Learning draconian seamed to be a little easier for Gimble than it was for Trevan. They learned by asking Yeark questions, usually while working or doing other things. They started by asking for the draconian words for common everyday things like table, sky, sword, fire, etc. Yeark didn’t know the draconian word for some things. For instance, the closest he could come to “Father” was “he who was the last male with the mother before the egg was laid” or “the tribal leader”.  He said that the tribe’s leader has the right to claim all eggs. Yeark believed that he was the reincarnation of the last kobold to die before he was hatched, so it made no difference who the father was. “True dragons are much smarter than kobolds, or humans, or gnomes,” he said. “I am sure they know draconian words for many things for which we have no words.”

Then they started putting sentences together. This was very hard for Trevan. He almost gave up a couple of times, but with Gimble’s help and encouragement he persisted. Yeark was very impatient, and when he spoke in draconian he spoke quite rapidly, often punctuating the end of his sentences with a kind of high pitched “yelp”. They learned that dragons spoke slowly and, according to Yeark, used many more words than necessary. He proudly proclaimed that draconian was the one true language from which all others descend. He said that kobolds, who don’t live as long as dragons, invented writing so they could pass their words down from one generation to the next. They taught writing to the dragons but the dragons have never used it much. Then Trevan and Gimble proceeded to learn to write the dragons language.

When Gimble mentioned how similar the written draconian language was to the writing used in magic, Yeark said that dragons brought magic into the world and taught it to the other races. “Magic is as natural to a dragon as breathing is to other races,” he said. “The magic of dragons is in the blood of kobolds as well. Many of my tribe were born with the ability to harness this power and control it to perform useful tasks, what you would call casting spells.”

“I haven’t seen you casting any spells,” said Gimble.

“For the tribe to prosper,” said Yeark, “each kobold must carry out his required function. I, like most others of my tribe, am more suited to performing mundane tasks. This in no way lessens the magical mature of the dragons blood that flows through my body. Neither does it lessen the importance of the fighter or miner to the success of the tribe.”

“Dragon’s blood, my grandmother’s big red toe!” said Gimble. “Magic is everywhere. You don’t have to have dragons blood to use it. We gnomes get our magic from our closeness with nature. Clerics and shamans of all races obtain their magic from their deities. Wizards learn to directly manipulate the power of magic through their studies.”

“That’s right.” Trevan said to Gimble. “Father said that he could feel the magic of nature. He said that some rangers could cast spell using this magical force. This must be the same power that you use for your magic. I suppose it is the same magical force that Druids use for their spells. But you said that draconian writing looks like magic writing. Do you know how to read magic?”

Gimble said, “I saw magic writing in a book once, about twenty years ago, but I can’t read or write it.”

“You don’t look old enough to have seen anything twenty years ago,” said Trevan.

“I’m forty eight years old,” he said. “Gnomes live a lot longer than humans. I wasn’t old enough to go off on my own until I celebrated my fortieth birthday.”

One day while the three of them were trimming a log for the cabin construction, Trevan asked Yeark what traps are called in draconian. Yeark thought for a minute and then he asked Trevan, “How many different words do you have for trap?”

“Well,” said Trevan, “I can think of several different types of traps. There are rabbit traps and snares and pits.”

Gimble said, “I’d say that they are only two types, mechanical traps and magical traps.”

Yeark said, “There are over 200 draconian words for trap. Each consists of a prefix for the creature that is the target of the trap followed by the intended purpose of the trap and there is an optional suffix describing the type of trap. The target creature can be the creature’s name, if the target is a specific individual, or the race of the target, such as human or gnome for example, or the general creature type. The general types are;” Yeark held up his hands and pointed to his fingers one at a time as he recited, “ flying insect, crawling insect – which includes normal spiders, tiny – like frogs or rats, small – like wolves or kobolds, medium – like human or elf, large – like elk or bear, very large and gigantic. Traps for very large or gigantic creatures are usually built for a particular creature or race. The purpose of the trap is; to discourage, to slow, to capture, to injure, to maim, or to kill. The type suffix, if it is included, is the basic kind of trap – such as pit or snare.”

“So,” said Trevan, “what would the draconian word be for the trap you found me in?”

“keir-aia,” said Yeark. “Keir is draconian for medium size creature, like you. Aia means ‘to have’, or in this case it means to capture. You could add misanne, a pit type trap, and it would be keir-aia-misanne.“

Trevan suddenly grew flush with anger, threw down his ax and lunged towards Yeark. Gimble jumped between them and grabbed Trevan’s arm. Trevan stopped and Yeark jumped back. Trevan yelled at Yeark, “Capture!? That trap killed Kaylan! I don’t think it was made for capture!”

Yeark said, “I was answering your question! Are you are going to attack me every time you don’t like the meaning of a word?”

Gimble said, “Nothing would please me more than seeing that dirty kobold beaten into the ground, but he is right about one thing. You are going to have to control your temper.”

“You’re right,” said Trevan, still staring at Yeark. “But why would you lie about the trap name?”

“If you will calm down,” said Yeark, “I’ll explain.” Gimble let go of Trevan’s arm as Trevan took a step back. Yeark relaxed a little and continued, “I’ll tell you how traps are graded. Kobolds always design traps for the minimum required effect. It can then be enhanced for a possible greater effect. A trap intended to scare might wound or maim. A trap intended to harm or capture might kill. As long as the trap performs its intended minimum effect it is considered successful. Its name reflects this minimum desired result. If it also causes additional damage it is better. We often enhance traps after they are made.”

Trevan was determined to finished rebuilding the cabin long before the first snowfall. He and Gimble would find a good tree. Trevan would chop it down. Gimble would top it and remove the limbs. The two of them would drag it back to the cabin site. Yeark would trim and shape it, and would notch and fit the corners. Gimble rigged up a device to help lift the finished logs into place. Each log was squared off and made smooth on three sides and the bark was left on the outside. Yeark cleaned, shaped and finished the interior of the cabin as it went up. They replaced the charred wood floor but left the boards loose in Yeark’s corner to cover his sleeping pit. They rebuilt the fireplace using the bricks from the old one. The roof hadn’t burned, but the rafters were broken in several places. They were able to re-use most of the wood from the old roof and all of the old wood shingles. The new cabin wasn’t going to be as tall as the old one, but the floor was just as big.

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D&D 3.5 – Iconic Bard

Leave a comment Posted by on July 31, 2012

Thinking of playing a Bard? Here is an excellent article regarding the pros and cons of playing a Bard: Bards with Class By Skip Williams.

Here is the information for playing an iconic Bard character. Start with my post on Iconic Characters, then add this specific information.

Hit Die: d6

Class Skills: Bluff, Diplomacy, Disguise, Perform, Tumble, Use Magic Device

Class Knowledge: History

Spells: A bard casts spells which are drawn from the bard spell list. He can cast any spell he knows without preparing it ahead of time. Every bard spell has a verbal component (singing, reciting, or music). A high Cha sore will grant you additional spells per day.

Bardic music: Once per day per bard level, a bard can use his song to produce magical effects on those around him (usually including himself, if desired). The creatures affected must be able to see and hear him, and he must be able to see them. The target of the effect will normally be required to hear the music for at least one full found for the effect to take place. He must maintain his concentration to maintain the effect. The specific effects he can achieve depend on his level and are explained below.

Special abilities: The following are the special abilities available to bards. The abilities are listed under the level that they are acquired. Where an ability is described as (ref PHB), you should refer to that ability’s description in the players handbook.

1st Level
Quick Draw: You can draw a weapon as a free action instead of as a move action. You can draw a hidden weapon as a move action.
Bardic knowledge: Add +2 class bonus to Knowledge (history) checks
Bardic music – Countersong: (ref PHB)
Bardic music – Fascinate: (ref PHB)
Bardic music – Inspire courage: (ref PHB)
2nd Level
No additional abilities are added at this leve.
3rd Level
Skill Focus (Spellcraft): You get a +3 bonus on all Spellcraft checks
Bardic music – Inspire competence: (ref PHB)
4th Level
Ability Score Adjustment: Add 1 to any ability score.
Bardic music – Fascinate 2: Like Fascinate, above, but you can now fascinate up to 2 creatures.
5th Level
Replace Spell: Can “loose” a single 0-level spell in exchange for a different 0-level spell.
6th Level
Alertness: You get a +2 bonus on all Listen checks and Spot Checks.
Bardic music – Suggestion: (ref PHB)
7th Level
Bardic music – Fascinate 3: Like Fascinate, above, but you can now fascinate up to 3 creatures.
8th Level
Ability Score Adjustment: Add 1 to any ability score.
Bardic music – Inspire courage 2: Like inspire courage above, but your ally’s now get +2 bonuses.
Replace Spell: Upon reaching 8th level, you can “loose” a single 0-level spell or 1st-level spell in exchange for a different spell of the same level.
9th Level
Skill Focus (Use Magic Device): You get a +3 bonus on all Use Magic Device checks
Bardic music – Inspire Greatness: (ref PHB)
10th Level
Bardic music – Fascinate 4: Like Fascinate, above, but you can now fascinate up to 4 creatures.
11th Level
Replace Spell: Can “loose” a single 0, 1st or 2nd  level spell in exchange for a different spell of the same level.
12th Level
Ability Score Adjustment: Add 1 to any ability score.
Agile: You get a +2 bonus on all Balance checks and Escape Artist checks
Bardic music – Song of Freedom: (ref PHB)
13th Level
Bardic music – Fascinate 5: Like Fascinate, above, but you can now fascinate up to 5 creatures.
14th Level
Bardic music – Inspire Courage 3: Like inspire courage above, but your ally’s now get +3 bonuses.
Replace Spell: Upon reaching 14th level, you can “loose” a single 0, 1st, 2nd or 3rd level spell in exchange for a different spell of the same level.
15th Level
Improved Initiative: You get a +4 bonus on initiative checks.
Bardic music – Inspire Heroics: (ref PHB)
16th Level
Ability Score Adjustment: Add 1 to any ability score.
Bardic music -Fascinate 6: Like Fascinate, above, but you can now fascinate up to 5 creatures.
17th Level
Replace Spell: Can “loose” a single 0, 1st, 2nd, 3rd or 4th level spell in exchange for a different spell of the same level.
18th Level
Spell Penetration: You get a +2 bonus on caster level checks (1d20 + caster level) made to overcome a creature’s spell resistance.
Bardic music -Inspire Heroics 2: Like Inspire Heroics, above, but you can now affect 2 allies.
Bardic music -Mass Suggestion: Like Suggestion, above, but you can affect any number of creatures that you have already fascinated (see above).
19th Level
Bardic music -Fascinate 7: Like Fascinate, above, but you can now fascinate up to 7 creatures.
20th Level
Ability Score Adjustment: Add 1 to any ability score.
Bardic music -Inspire Courage 4: Like inspire courage above, but your ally’s now get +4 bonuses.
Replace Spell: Can “loose” a single 0, 1st, 2nd, 3rd ,4th or 5th level spell in exchange for a different spell of the same level.
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