SLDER FROSTBITE - BACKSTORY No one knows where I was really born. I was found saved by a small human village on a base of a large mountain, a common base camp for travelers that wanted to rest before passing up and through it. The village was destroyed a few generations back by dragons and never really recovered. I was found on the coldest of winter nights, inside an ice cradle just on the outskirts of town, but with all of that, my skin was not cold. As I grew up in 'ok' home. I had a bad relation with my "brother" he was strong and smart but he hated me, my older sister was my dearest closest friend. We didn't have a mother and our father was hard working and harsh, and we were quite pour. I was made fun off quite often for my pointy ears as in this remote village people didn't really know what elves were, and if they did they did not bother telling me. But in spite of all of that, all seemed to be getting better, the town was gaining it's tourism again, and things were looking up. One day, when I was 16 on a warm summers day, the prince of the region was visiting our small town. He spotted my older sister and he wanted to take her away with him, she told me she did not want to go. Later that night, the prince had arranged a meeting with our father in the stables, I could hear them agreeing on some money and my father forced my sister onto a waggon. When I heard the struggle, I rammed the door open and pushed my father out of the way and grabbed hold of my sister in the strongest grip I could muster, trying to pull her off the waggon but as I was weak from malnutrition I could not hold her. after over powering me, the prince kicked my face, and as I was pushed back my father was holding me back shouting at me to stop, my sister was screaming for them to stop as the two guards of the prince rushed forward and were just an inch away from spearing me onto their battle spears. For the first time in my life I wanted to kill. With all the chaos and the screams something deep within me exploded and suddenly, everyone in the room, the prince, my sister my father and the guards were turned into ice sculptures..
After a few moments of absolute terror. I managed to break from my fathers icy grip, his ice arms shattered into silvery ice crystals. in full shock and horror I stumbled towards my sister, my tears frozen across my silver eyes. I held my frozen sister. Her ice face was in full terror and pain. I felt so much emotional pain rush over me. I knew it was me, my fault this was my doing. Right then my brother bashed through the frozen door, he saw my sister melting in my arms as my body was not cold at all, it never was... the rest of the room was melting too and my brother's look of horror quickly became enraged at me and then he recognised the melting prince and his guards. His look became that of dread as he ran out realising what this meant, that he and his family were doomed as the princes father, the kind was not the kind forgiving type. The other guards found me and senteced me to death. They threw me off the edge of a cliff of the icy mountains. In that moment I felt that I deserved it. As I was coming crashing down to my immanent death, my innate magical power acted up again subconsciously freezing the cold winter air between me and the surface creating a nice large pad of soft snow for me to crash into. Ever since that day I have been on the run, and on that day I felt I was cursed with my ice magical powers. I was hunted and chased by the kings men ever since. Forced into a life of an outcast, a man of the shadows, always in hiding, living amongst the scum. It tinted my nature to be more morally flexible. let's just say following the law was not really an option anymore. My brother who managed to escape the guards as well was now a fully fledged warrior. He has been trying to find me to take revenge on “his” family and for making him as much of a wanted outcast as I was. He did manage to find me a few times and both times I barely managed to fend him off without hurting him or myself, I meant him no harm, but I fear that the next time we meet I will not be able to get out of this situation without one us dyeing. He was getting too strong for me to take it easy in him. So we were both on a constant quest to get stronger to be able to defeat the other. Over the years of not forgiving myself, I have accumulated my self judgment and guilt of killing my own beloved sister. I wanted to kill the retched creature that gave me this curse. For I have heard that it might just still roams the land, I wanted to kill the great Silver Ice Dragon. I could not imagine him as anything but evil.
@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ I want to make an ice Sorcerer with combustive ice attributes. So here are the spells I wish to convert these: 1)Fire bolt = Ice Bolt 2)Scorching Ray = Freezing Ray 3)Burning hands = Freezing hands 4)Fireball = Blizzard Bomb Same stats only that they have cold damage instead of fire damage. and they freeze any liquid that is not attached to a creature. This was suggested in a forum and apparently is common practice for DM to help make other draconic blood lines more interesting. ( and not just choosing fire because of fireball). Also I would like to think of a way to add SLIDING: The ability to make a bit of ice under my feet from the water in the air allowing me to slide on surfaces (granted they are in room temperature or colder) increasing my movement by 10feet as a bonus action with Needed AC of 12.
You have a good background, and a theme in mind. If the DM is willing then you can just homebrew and alter the spell damage type and ask for your homebrew spell.
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No one knows where I was really born. I was found saved by a small human village on a base of a large mountain, a common base camp for travelers that wanted to rest before passing up and through it. The village was destroyed a few generations back by dragons and never really recovered. I was found on the coldest of winter nights, inside an ice cradle just on the outskirts of town, but with all of that, my skin was not cold. As I grew up in 'ok' home. I had a bad relation with my "brother" he was strong and smart but he hated me, my older sister was my dearest closest friend. We didn't have a mother and our father was hard working and harsh, and we were quite pour. I was made fun off quite often for my pointy ears as in this remote village people didn't really know what elves were, and if they did they did not bother telling me. But in spite of all of that, all seemed to be getting better, the town was gaining it's tourism again, and things were looking up. One day, when I was 16 on a warm summers day, the prince of the region was visiting our small town. He spotted my older sister and he wanted to take her away with him, she told me she did not want to go. Later that night, the prince had arranged a meeting with our father in the stables, I could hear them agreeing on some money and my father forced my sister onto a waggon. When I heard the struggle, I rammed the door open and pushed my father out of the way and grabbed hold of my sister in the strongest grip I could muster, trying to pull her off the waggon but as I was weak from malnutrition I could not hold her. after over powering me, the prince kicked my face, and as I was pushed back my father was holding me back shouting at me to stop, my sister was screaming for them to stop as the two guards of the prince rushed forward and were just an inch away from spearing me onto their battle spears. For the first time in my life I wanted to kill. With all the chaos and the screams something deep within me exploded and suddenly, everyone in the room, the prince, my sister my father and the guards were turned into ice sculptures..
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I want to make an ice Sorcerer with combustive ice attributes.
So here are the spells I wish to convert these:
1)Fire bolt = Ice Bolt
2)Scorching Ray = Freezing Ray
3)Burning hands = Freezing hands
4)Fireball = Blizzard Bomb
Same stats only that they have cold damage instead of fire damage. and they freeze any liquid that is not attached to a creature. This was suggested in a forum and apparently is common practice for DM to help make other draconic blood lines more interesting. ( and not just choosing fire because of fireball).
Also I would like to think of a way to add SLIDING: The ability to make a bit of ice under my feet from the water in the air allowing me to slide on surfaces (granted they are in room temperature or colder) increasing my movement by 10feet as a bonus action with Needed AC of 12.
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You have a good background, and a theme in mind. If the DM is willing then you can just homebrew and alter the spell damage type and ask for your homebrew spell.
Born under the watch of something from the furthest corners of the far realms.... It knows all.... it sees all... and it asks: "What is it that you want to see?"... and my answer is... ALL"