Concept: PC is a xenomorph that somehow retained the consciousness of the humanoid host organism. It has its old memories of its life before, but also remembers ripping and bursting its way free from its own chest, killing its old self in the process. Now it lives on like a tormented ghost trapped inside of a horrific, nightmare-fuel killing machine.
I'm sure there's some nasty homebrew that would work as a class, but I think a straight Rogue/Assassin 9 punches the ticket. Sneak attack and assassinate both look like they belong.
Though now that I think about it... there would need to be some fighter to pick up Unarmed fighting style.
OH... and that won't count as finesse weapons for purposes of sneak attack. Oh no... it's all falling apart. My beautiful monster...
Ah well. Best wishes on this game. It's a killer concept.
You could just take the Claws feat, since those count as having finesse
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Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny. Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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Concept: An unfortunate young man that was cursed by his mother to never stop growing until his death. After a tragic 'accident' lead to his death his adoptive father tried to raise him from the dead and while he was successful in doing so he was changed for the worst as he was no longer the sweet and innocent boy he had helped raised, the spell had risen him as a vampire. {I was half asleep when I came up with the concept so I apologize if it sucks.}
Equipment: Eyes of Charming, Pipes of Haunting, Rope of Entanglement
Backstory:
Xavword was the only child of a noble woman who had happened to fall in love with a traveling bard when his mother realized that her 'lover' didn't want children and never actually loved her it devastated her. In a fit of rage she their unborn child but not before having the bard executed after finding him with another woman. When Xavword was born his mother tried her best to raise him but every time she looked at him she was reminded of her former lover and would hand him over to one of the maids so she wouldn't harm her son more than she already had. {She didn't realize that she had cursed the poor boy while she was giving birth to him.}
When he was four his mother married a kind nobleman who took Xavword in as his own even though he was slightly terrified of the child's unusual size. His adoptive father showed him the kindness his mother never had and he became rather close with him, by the time he was sixteen he was nearly twice the size of his adoptive father {he was 5' 4" and Xavword was 10' 11"} and people in the city they called home began to question what was going on with him. Realizing that her 'little secret' might get revealed to everyone Xavword's mother convinced him to go for a walk with her. On this walk she convinced him that it would be for the best if he just left the city so people wouldn't keep harassing him about his unusual height, although it broke his heart to do so he agreed to leave not knowing that she had something planned.As he began to walk down the path leading away from the city he could hear multiple footsteps approaching from behind him but when he turned around to look he saw several guards with crossbows at the ready. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes as he realized what his mother was planning to do and as he opened his mouth to say something one of the guards fired and the bolt pierced his chest. A faint, pained cry escaped him as he stumbled backwards but as he did so the other guards began to fire. As he lay in the middle of the path bleeding out he could hear his mouth laughing and he swore he heard her say 'I should have done this year's ago.' before everything went dark for him.
His body had been lying on the path for about an hour when it was located by a carrier from a small town just east of the city and although the carrier had difficulty moving the body she was able to more or less get it on her horse, then she made her way into the city with the body in tow. Once she arrived at the house that Xavword had once called home she knocked on the door and his father answered it. When he saw Xavword's body he looked as though he might faint but after a couple seconds he regained his composure and told the carrier to follow him and bring the body with her. As she dragged the body along she couldn't help but feel kinda bad for the poor guy since he seemed like such a sweetheart the few times that she had met him in the past. Once the pair had made it to their destination the nobleman told her to go because he wasn't sure if what he was about to do would be successful or not, even though she didn't want to leave she decided to leave since she still had mail to deliver and didn't want her employer to scold her for not doing her job properly. As soon as she left his father got to work preparing the items he would need to bring his dear son back from the grave. He had never used the spell before but as long as it brought his son back he didn't care, he just wanted his son back and he honestly didn't care what he had to do to do it.
After having cast the spell on him he noticed that Xavword's skin had begun to turn pale and a confused expression crossed his face as his once vibrant green eyes were now a dull shadow of what they had once been. It took him a couple minutes to realize what had happened but as he watched Xavword rise a faint string of profanity escaped him as the once kind hearted and sweet boy shoved him against the wall and began to feed from him. A breathless sigh of relief escaped Xavword after he was finished his 'meal' and as he looked down at his adoptive father's body he shook his head slightly before whispering, 'Sorry dad, I couldn't help myself.'
Night after night he would sneak out from the 'basement' of the house and feed off the citizens of the city for a couple years until he decided to finally take revenge against his mother. As soon as the clock struck midnight he slipped out of the 'basement' and made his way up to her room preparing to get revenge on her after three long years of waiting. She didn't hear him as he slipped into her room in the form of mist but once he returned to his normal form she could hear the sounds of the floorboards creaking under his feet, she didn't really stir until she felt his claws piercing her skin but she didn't really have much time to react as he slashed her throat with them, chuckling to himself as he did so. 'You can't believe how long I've waited to do that for.' He hissed before he licked her blood from his claws and kept clawing at her until she stopped moving and he couldn't feel a pulse.
Physical Description: Xavword is a tall and rather thin 'young man' with pale skin, dull green eyes and messy reddish brown hair. He has sharp claws and a large tongue that barely manages to fit in his mouth. {It made it difficult to eat when he was human and it still makes it difficult to 'eat' now as well.}
Wait, so I just spent all yesterday afternoon homebrewing a gargoyle race for Lunette and you were going to do it for us?!
On a completely different note, is there a chance that you would allow claws to be used as a pact weapon? I really like the flavor of a rage-fueled gargoyle monster tearing things to pieces with her bare hands... but I also want to be able to make two attacks (Thirsting Blade) and deal a bunch of extra force damage (Eldritch Smite).
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Unhappy that the market got rid of individual purchases for one-off subclasses, magic items, and monsters?
Backstory: I am/was human. When I began my druid studies I was warned about this circle but I was young and foolish and had heard they would grant a great power to the one most worthy. I worked hard and dedicated myself to the my circle, my new family. When I was told that I had been chosen to receive a rare gift. The ceremony was painful, but I had endured more. it went on for what seemed like an eternity. i felt my body getting lighter and my conciseness leaving my body. When I regained my senses the ceremony was done. My leader , smiling, stood over me. I felt different, no that would be an understatement. I was remade. I was a swarm.
Physical description: I am a swarm of mosquitoes.
For your magic items I suggest staff of swarming insects
5 Feats from List: Malleable, Regeneration, Poisonous Skin, Deep Vision, Transformation: Bite, Savage
Class: Monk/Druid
Equipment: tbd if chosen
Backstory: Bob was born in a laboratory. The scientist that started the project was tasked with creating a small creature that could take care of the gardening around the grounds. There were a lot of gardens to tend to, from shaped hedges, to flowering shrubs and manicured lawns, Sartuga's boss wanted a creature that was unobtrusive, something that could live amongst the greenery and take care of it all at the same time.
Well, Sartuga was attacked the night before. He got away once he gave up the gold that was on him, but not after several gouges and gashes were obtained. He looks and admires them now as he sits in his laboratory, working up the moxy to get going on his assignment. This shouldn't be difficult, he's done it a handful of times before, creating different types of help for his boss.
But he was distracted this time. That and he wanted to create something more ruthless, something that would guard the gardens as well as take care of them. Something that had a bite and when provoked, was a bit savage. Sartuga felt the dark cloud around him as he created.
But when he was finished... he couldn't understand it, it was nothing like he had envisioned, what he had wanted... hell what his boss had wanted. So, discreetly, he let it out of the lab and into the world, hoping to never think about it again.
Physical Description: Bob is a green slimy blob. It moves and slides and squeezes within almost any area it needs to, but don't touch Bob, his skin is poisonous. He has learned a few things being out on the streets before being incarcerated. Honestly, his transformation is what got him caught, as at times, he actually is what Sartuga wanted him to be... a savage little biting creature that looks a bit like a gremlin.
But his main shape is not really a shape, though he does have a face.. it is a bit translucent, with dark gray eyes, and a mouth that can speak when he wants to. When he rolls himself out like a hotdog, his favorite shape, he is about 10' long, but can stretch much longer as he can get quite thin. He does not leave a trace of slime behind him as he moves, but can be a wall, or even a shape that has legs if he needs to. As his face, the rest of him is also translucent and sometimes things get caught inside of him and you can see them suspended within his body until he rejects them.
Remember to get your apps in, I'll probably be closing this at noon pst tomorrow,and I still count 4 people who have rolled but not completed their app.
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Feats: bite, claws, darkvision, extra limbs, telepathy
Druid land 6 monk shadow 3
Gloves of Thievery uncommon
Boots of Elvenkind uncommon
Belt of Hill Giant Strength Rare
Backstory: Pandora was a poisoner and healer for an undercity guild of assassins and spies, The Order of the Sanguine Rose. She was a drow druid who enjoyed growing her deadly garden. She provided for the guild and was an esteemed member being the granddaughter of the founder. She did little in running it, leaving that to her elder sister. Her sister Calypso was a master dulcimer player, and would spend time with her sister by playing it. These were Pandora’s favorite moments. One day, the guild was attacked though, by a group of adventurers who had been sent by an unknown order from topside. The leader was killed as were many others, but they were the lucky ones. The group called themselves The Solution, and want to create the next evolutions of the races. They take over the ruined castle and leave their head scientist in charge of the prisoners. All remaining survivors were subjected to horrible tests and mutations. Many died early, painfully, but Pandora or Keres as she was called by the scientists, did not. She grew more and more powerful. They used magic to keep her submissive and obedient, making her a killing machine with her claws, barbed twin tails, and maw. But she wasn’t unbeatable. At a monastery she was sent to destroy, she was subdued. They locked her up. They gave her back her mind, but did not allow her to leave. A young monk secretly taught her their ways. One night, she tricks him into freeing her and flees back to her old home. She slaughtered dozens, relishing in her revenge, but before she could finish, someone or something knocked her unconscious, and she wakes up in another, far worse prison.
She now goes by Keres as she’s now a monster not a weak drow. Physical Description: She has long white hair that hangs in matted tangles around her face and back. Her skin is the color of ash, marred by countless scars. The largest one runs across her neck from her old collar. She hides the scar under a scarf. Her eyes are red orbs, contrasting her black slit pupils. Her mouth is like a snake’s, filled with razor-sharp teeth that made it hard for her to speak. She is tall and muscular, standing at 6’8 with animal-like hind legs that end in claws. Her forearms and legs are covered in black mist that cling to her skin like a second layer. She had two pairs of horns that pointed upwards from her forehead, the inner ones longer than the outer ones. She has two thin tails that she typically wraps around each other unless she’s using them to hold onto something(s), having them look almost like a scorpion tail as each one ends in a barbed tip although not venomous. She as long claws dyed red on her hands. Her clothes are tattered at this point but still show remints of once being beautiful layers of silk and furs.
You could just take the Claws feat, since those count as having finesse
Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny.
Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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Boom! Bob's your uncle, there ya go!
I'll likely be closing this thread in a few days, so get those applications in!
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
So how would one make a character sheet on DnDBeyond for this? Or make everything offline?
Ability dice rolls:
William Brackwater: Human Fighter - The Windward Isles
Tyrgram, the Butterfly Knight: Dwarf Warlock - Secret of Greenwold
Iòlinder Corrach: Half Elf War Cleric - Allansia Adventure
Valerius Sergius Publius: Dhampir Paladin - Vae Victus
Ability scores: 11 13 11 12 16 16
Ability scores: 12 16 12 15 14 15
Ability scores: 11 15 10 18 15 15
Ability Scores: {Before increase} 13, 13, 12, 16, 14, 16
Racial traits/Feats: Claws, Giant, Shapechanger, Spider Climb, Undead Nature
Concept: An unfortunate young man that was cursed by his mother to never stop growing until his death. After a tragic 'accident' lead to his death his adoptive father tried to raise him from the dead and while he was successful in doing so he was changed for the worst as he was no longer the sweet and innocent boy he had helped raised, the spell had risen him as a vampire. {I was half asleep when I came up with the concept so I apologize if it sucks.}
Class: Fighter {Battle Master} 5/Sorcerer{Shadow Magic} 4
Equipment: Eyes of Charming, Pipes of Haunting, Rope of Entanglement
Backstory:
Xavword was the only child of a noble woman who had happened to fall in love with a traveling bard when his mother realized that her 'lover' didn't want children and never actually loved her it devastated her. In a fit of rage she their unborn child but not before having the bard executed after finding him with another woman. When Xavword was born his mother tried her best to raise him but every time she looked at him she was reminded of her former lover and would hand him over to one of the maids so she wouldn't harm her son more than she already had. {She didn't realize that she had cursed the poor boy while she was giving birth to him.}
When he was four his mother married a kind nobleman who took Xavword in as his own even though he was slightly terrified of the child's unusual size. His adoptive father showed him the kindness his mother never had and he became rather close with him, by the time he was sixteen he was nearly twice the size of his adoptive father {he was 5' 4" and Xavword was 10' 11"} and people in the city they called home began to question what was going on with him. Realizing that her 'little secret' might get revealed to everyone Xavword's mother convinced him to go for a walk with her. On this walk she convinced him that it would be for the best if he just left the city so people wouldn't keep harassing him about his unusual height, although it broke his heart to do so he agreed to leave not knowing that she had something planned.As he began to walk down the path leading away from the city he could hear multiple footsteps approaching from behind him but when he turned around to look he saw several guards with crossbows at the ready. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes as he realized what his mother was planning to do and as he opened his mouth to say something one of the guards fired and the bolt pierced his chest. A faint, pained cry escaped him as he stumbled backwards but as he did so the other guards began to fire. As he lay in the middle of the path bleeding out he could hear his mouth laughing and he swore he heard her say 'I should have done this year's ago.' before everything went dark for him.
His body had been lying on the path for about an hour when it was located by a carrier from a small town just east of the city and although the carrier had difficulty moving the body she was able to more or less get it on her horse, then she made her way into the city with the body in tow. Once she arrived at the house that Xavword had once called home she knocked on the door and his father answered it. When he saw Xavword's body he looked as though he might faint but after a couple seconds he regained his composure and told the carrier to follow him and bring the body with her. As she dragged the body along she couldn't help but feel kinda bad for the poor guy since he seemed like such a sweetheart the few times that she had met him in the past. Once the pair had made it to their destination the nobleman told her to go because he wasn't sure if what he was about to do would be successful or not, even though she didn't want to leave she decided to leave since she still had mail to deliver and didn't want her employer to scold her for not doing her job properly. As soon as she left his father got to work preparing the items he would need to bring his dear son back from the grave. He had never used the spell before but as long as it brought his son back he didn't care, he just wanted his son back and he honestly didn't care what he had to do to do it.
After having cast the spell on him he noticed that Xavword's skin had begun to turn pale and a confused expression crossed his face as his once vibrant green eyes were now a dull shadow of what they had once been. It took him a couple minutes to realize what had happened but as he watched Xavword rise a faint string of profanity escaped him as the once kind hearted and sweet boy shoved him against the wall and began to feed from him. A breathless sigh of relief escaped Xavword after he was finished his 'meal' and as he looked down at his adoptive father's body he shook his head slightly before whispering, 'Sorry dad, I couldn't help myself.'
Night after night he would sneak out from the 'basement' of the house and feed off the citizens of the city for a couple years until he decided to finally take revenge against his mother. As soon as the clock struck midnight he slipped out of the 'basement' and made his way up to her room preparing to get revenge on her after three long years of waiting. She didn't hear him as he slipped into her room in the form of mist but once he returned to his normal form she could hear the sounds of the floorboards creaking under his feet, she didn't really stir until she felt his claws piercing her skin but she didn't really have much time to react as he slashed her throat with them, chuckling to himself as he did so. 'You can't believe how long I've waited to do that for.' He hissed before he licked her blood from his claws and kept clawing at her until she stopped moving and he couldn't feel a pulse.
Physical Description: Xavword is a tall and rather thin 'young man' with pale skin, dull green eyes and messy reddish brown hair. He has sharp claws and a large tongue that barely manages to fit in his mouth. {It made it difficult to eat when he was human and it still makes it difficult to 'eat' now as well.}
I'll homebrew a race for everyone that joins the campaign, that has all of their features.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Wait, so I just spent all yesterday afternoon homebrewing a gargoyle race for Lunette and you were going to do it for us?!
On a completely different note, is there a chance that you would allow claws to be used as a pact weapon? I really like the flavor of a rage-fueled gargoyle monster tearing things to pieces with her bare hands... but I also want to be able to make two attacks (Thirsting Blade) and deal a bunch of extra force damage (Eldritch Smite).
Unhappy that the market got rid of individual purchases for one-off subclasses, magic items, and monsters?
Provide feedback!
(The claws are intended to function both as unarmed strikes and actual weapons)
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
For your magic items I suggest staff of swarming insects
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That is my oh so glorious nickname according to drummer
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That is GREAT!!!
Thank you.
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I think my entry on pg 1 is complete now. Sorry it was a long progress but I didn't want to rush it :)
This sounds really fun...
Ability Scores:
Ability scores: 14 12 16 17 15 17
Ability scores: 13 11 9 12 15 18
Ability scores: 12 18 11 14 9 11
Ability Score Chosen: 16 12 13 17 11 12
5 Feats from List: Malleable, Regeneration, Poisonous Skin, Deep Vision, Transformation: Bite, Savage
Class: Monk/Druid
Equipment: tbd if chosen
Backstory: Bob was born in a laboratory. The scientist that started the project was tasked with creating a small creature that could take care of the gardening around the grounds. There were a lot of gardens to tend to, from shaped hedges, to flowering shrubs and manicured lawns, Sartuga's boss wanted a creature that was unobtrusive, something that could live amongst the greenery and take care of it all at the same time.
Well, Sartuga was attacked the night before. He got away once he gave up the gold that was on him, but not after several gouges and gashes were obtained. He looks and admires them now as he sits in his laboratory, working up the moxy to get going on his assignment. This shouldn't be difficult, he's done it a handful of times before, creating different types of help for his boss.
But he was distracted this time. That and he wanted to create something more ruthless, something that would guard the gardens as well as take care of them. Something that had a bite and when provoked, was a bit savage. Sartuga felt the dark cloud around him as he created.
But when he was finished... he couldn't understand it, it was nothing like he had envisioned, what he had wanted... hell what his boss had wanted. So, discreetly, he let it out of the lab and into the world, hoping to never think about it again.
Physical Description: Bob is a green slimy blob. It moves and slides and squeezes within almost any area it needs to, but don't touch Bob, his skin is poisonous. He has learned a few things being out on the streets before being incarcerated. Honestly, his transformation is what got him caught, as at times, he actually is what Sartuga wanted him to be... a savage little biting creature that looks a bit like a gremlin.
But his main shape is not really a shape, though he does have a face.. it is a bit translucent, with dark gray eyes, and a mouth that can speak when he wants to. When he rolls himself out like a hotdog, his favorite shape, he is about 10' long, but can stretch much longer as he can get quite thin. He does not leave a trace of slime behind him as he moves, but can be a wall, or even a shape that has legs if he needs to. As his face, the rest of him is also translucent and sometimes things get caught inside of him and you can see them suspended within his body until he rejects them.
This sounds awesome! I'd love to be a part of it.
Ability scores: 9 16 12 15 12 16
Ability scores: 15 9 14 11 18 10
Ability scores: 10 15 16 17 14 15
Remember to get your apps in, I'll probably be closing this at noon pst tomorrow,and I still count 4 people who have rolled but not completed their app.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
before bonuses
Ability scores: 17 14 15 9 14 14
Ability scores: 10 13 12 18 7 16
Ability scores: 12 9 9 15 12 13
Strength 21
Chr 12
Int 12
Con 16
Dex 16
Wisdom 18
poisoner feat or +2 wisdom for asi
Feats: bite, claws, darkvision, extra limbs, telepathy
Druid land 6 monk shadow 3
Gloves of Thievery uncommon
Boots of Elvenkind uncommon
Belt of Hill Giant Strength Rare
Backstory: Pandora was a poisoner and healer for an undercity guild of assassins and spies, The Order of the Sanguine Rose. She was a drow druid who enjoyed growing her deadly garden. She provided for the guild and was an esteemed member being the granddaughter of the founder. She did little in running it, leaving that to her elder sister. Her sister Calypso was a master dulcimer player, and would spend time with her sister by playing it. These were Pandora’s favorite moments. One day, the guild was attacked though, by a group of adventurers who had been sent by an unknown order from topside. The leader was killed as were many others, but they were the lucky ones. The group called themselves The Solution, and want to create the next evolutions of the races. They take over the ruined castle and leave their head scientist in charge of the prisoners. All remaining survivors were subjected to horrible tests and mutations. Many died early, painfully, but Pandora or Keres as she was called by the scientists, did not. She grew more and more powerful. They used magic to keep her submissive and obedient, making her a killing machine with her claws, barbed twin tails, and maw. But she wasn’t unbeatable. At a monastery she was sent to destroy, she was subdued. They locked her up. They gave her back her mind, but did not allow her to leave. A young monk secretly taught her their ways. One night, she tricks him into freeing her and flees back to her old home. She slaughtered dozens, relishing in her revenge, but before she could finish, someone or something knocked her unconscious, and she wakes up in another, far worse prison.
She now goes by Keres as she’s now a monster not a weak drow.
Physical Description:
She has long white hair that hangs in matted tangles around her face and back. Her skin is the color of ash, marred by countless scars. The largest one runs across her neck from her old collar. She hides the scar under a scarf. Her eyes are red orbs, contrasting her black slit pupils. Her mouth is like a snake’s, filled with razor-sharp teeth that made it hard for her to speak. She is tall and muscular, standing at 6’8 with animal-like hind legs that end in claws. Her forearms and legs are covered in black mist that cling to her skin like a second layer. She had two pairs of horns that pointed upwards from her forehead, the inner ones longer than the outer ones. She has two thin tails that she typically wraps around each other unless she’s using them to hold onto something(s), having them look almost like a scorpion tail as each one ends in a barbed tip although not venomous. She as long claws dyed red on her hands. Her clothes are tattered at this point but still show remints of once being beautiful layers of silk and furs.
Just a few more hours! Finish those apps!
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Ability scores: 10 18 13 13 11 13
Ability scores: 13 14 13 13 18 13
Ability scores: 11 16 11 12 15 12
Techically I should have already closed this, but I'll give you an hour and then recruitment is closed.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."