Post by lordnutari on Oct 8, 2007 23:01:32 GMT -5
NE 5 Cleric 10 Horned Harbinger Hp: 165
AC: 13 Touch:13 Flat-Footed:10 Name: Rhylat Strod
Str:14
Dex:16
Con:16
Int:13
Wis:16
Cha:26
Feats:
Background Feat: Fearless
1: Improved Turning
2: Empower Turning
3: Spirit Sense
4: Practiced Spellcaster
5: Bolster Resistence
6: Necromantic Presence
7: Necromantic Might
Bonus Feats:
8: Extra Turning
9: Quicken Turning
10: Extra Turning
11: Leadership (Undead Cohort)
Flaw:Shaky (-2 Ranged)
Flaw Feat: Corpse Crafter
Flaw: Non-combatant(-2 melee)
Flaw Feat: Destruction Retribution
Bab:10
Fort:11+3+3=17
Ref:4+3+3=10
Will:11+3+3=17
Domains:Undeath (Extra Turning again.)
Death (Touch of Death)
Pestilence (Immunity to all Dieseases, but still spreads illness.)
Languages: Common, Draconic
Abilities:
Rebuke Undead
Bone Horns
Death Domain
Deathwatch (Always Active)
Animate Dead 2/day (Horned Harbinger stacks with cleric levels for this, as well as Cha stacks for Caster Level. This determines the max num of undead animated that can be controlled.)
Captain of Undeath (General of Undeath is the next step of this ability.)
Create Undead 1/day (Can be traded down to Animate)
Ranged Animation.(100 ft+10ft/level)
Create Greater Undead 1/day (Can be traded down to Create Undead, or animate.)
General of Undeath.(Limit for controlling undead animated with spells increases to 10 times caster level, limit for undead controlled through rebuking increases to 5 times effective cleric level.)
Equipment: Phylactery (Currently with Vrtra.)
Scepter of the Netherworld
Nightstick
Cloak of Charisma +6
Boots of Levitation
Vest of Resistance +3
Brooch of Shielding
Turns Per Day: 27 (Rebukes as 18th level Cleric, When used to control undead, 90 hd can be controlled.)
Caster Level for Animation: 23 (230 HD)
History:At birth, his mother died. He had no father that anyone had known, so he was given to the local clergy, which happened to maintain the graveyard.
There were no children that would hang around, so his friends were the dead. The local clergy had a secret that they told no one, They served the Lord of the Dead, Myrkul.
Faced at a very young age ofobedience or death, he choose the first, and leared corpselore, and the ways of the Dead.Before his seventh birthday, Rhylat was helping prepare the dead for one purpose,
To rise again without the short comings of the living, but, watching and waiting for the people of the town to slowly subcome to the plague they had spread, nevermind that none of the fools ever figured out that none of the priets were ever afflicted.
Being face to face everyday with dead made one thing, watching death, even waiting for it with exultant expectation, rather than fear removes all the fear in life, as the young Rhylat was now unafraid of anything he has faced.
He sent to work, throwing himself utterly in with the dead, he at first was to forsake even his own church, only working with the dead, to understand how they worked, and praying to his god Myrkul to allow him to better understand life, and therefore death.
In matters of religion, he studied texts, kept for the dead by the dead, speaking often with a powerful lich that served his church, being the only one unafraid of it in truth, rather than simply steeling themselves against it.
He spoke at great lengths with the lich, finding out even how to accomplish lichdom, which he would undoubtably use later in life for his own gains.
Reading text, he rapidly made use of the slaves the church had ways of getting, he would drug them, then preform grisly surgeries on them while their hearts yet beat to understand the machine of the body.
Yet, he remained unschooled in the ways of war and battle, preferring instead to send a minion to combat his enemy instead of himself, he carried no weapon, and wore no armor, finding it unsettlingly chafing.
Whatever the protection he placed around himself,if Myrkul truly wanted him to be taken, he would be.
Finding text after text of the power of the faith that springs forth from the held symbol, he learned how to efficiently and quickly chide the undead to his will, by whim alone he could make them dance how he wished.
Becoming this shepard of the dead was in fact seemingly what his life had been made for, as he had been born from the newdead, and his family gone, the dead were in fact all he had.
Despite his unscrupulous use of anything for the sake of his goals, his force of personality was strong indeed, many found it hard to say no to the man, and even though he did not often make it to any social gatherings within the church, his knowledge and deep studious attitude quickly gained him a spot in the lower echelons of the church.
He spent a few years at this level, as this was a turbulant time in his life, the years had worn on, and now a young man, he felt drivings that came odd to his analytical mind, passion was trying to worm its way into his life, when he had long since learned that passion is disgraceful.
Attempting to drive it from his life, he put himself more and more into his work, spending time in the crypt for days at a time, emerging only when what he came to see as his hated mortality forcing him to eat, or drink.
He looked more and more up to the lich, seeing it as one of the more perfect things, almost as perfect as Death itself, for despite being an incomplete way to avoid death, it was a clever way, and not at all distasteful to him.
Rhylat eventually, learning more of his ability to speak with the souls of the dead, was the questioner of the dead, eventually becoming a Speaker, he learned of the lives of those that were killed in sacrifice, and chronicled them
This raised him higher in the minds of others, and he did this for almost a year, and would continue to do it for the purpose of learning.
Rising to a high position in the church,Rhylat had not a care in the world until the death of Myrkul sent the entire church reeling, how could one kill death? Death was one thing that came to all, so defeating death was making life unending, a definition of life itself, gone. Fallen, thats when In a fit, Rhylat killed a man by uttering a spell given to him by his lord before his end.
He knew then, that death still came for all, even Gods die. He smiled, knowing the clergy of Myrkul to be ever more true, but, even as he felt his lord die, he also felt him hide away some of his true essence, as it is true that all those that die will seek to escape death as well.
Rhlat spent the next few years in wandering, observing life as he had death, as to understand one is to seek to understand the other. Finding that most spent the little life they had wastefully, only those with long lives truly enjoyed life, he found that quite amusing for the most part.
He went back to the lab, working on his magic still, as he heard his lord still in the world, as long as there was death. Working on his casting ability, he stumbled over a spell from a book from ancient woe-begotten times, and when he appeared, he was in a great graveyard, one that stretched on, many undead walking it. Rhylet, feeling no dread, but only curiosity, walked until he came across a Great Dragon.
Knowing Draconic tongue, and recognising a Dracolich, the most powerful undead he had ever seen, he smiled, proclaiming his obedience to her on the spot. He learned she was Vrtra, fighting against her brought only death, and what he had to offer her, so she might not snuff his life out on the spot. He spoke of his life among the dead, and the wonders he could help elicit in them.
Vrtra, laughing, said she could do all of those things, but meekly, he asked if she would not rather have someone else to oversee these humble proceedings that she might spend her time in more noble efforts befitting one of her grand stature.
Seemingly, on a whim, she handed him a crown, in which he felt the essence of his lord, which filled him completely, his essence melding with Myrkuls, he passed out. When he awoke, he had a crown of bone horns on his head, and a very pleased looking dragon in front of him.
Serve me, she said, and I shall make you powerful long as you are useful to me. Rhylat decided to do what he did best, create undead, which as he went by, he learned to do beyond what he thought before possible, quickly making horde after horde of undead warriors for Vrtra.
He asked one day, if he could serve her in death as he had in life, and together, they created a Phylactery for him, he continued to work for her, as he will forever now.
AC: 13 Touch:13 Flat-Footed:10 Name: Rhylat Strod
Str:14
Dex:16
Con:16
Int:13
Wis:16
Cha:26
Feats:
Background Feat: Fearless
1: Improved Turning
2: Empower Turning
3: Spirit Sense
4: Practiced Spellcaster
5: Bolster Resistence
6: Necromantic Presence
7: Necromantic Might
Bonus Feats:
8: Extra Turning
9: Quicken Turning
10: Extra Turning
11: Leadership (Undead Cohort)
Flaw:Shaky (-2 Ranged)
Flaw Feat: Corpse Crafter
Flaw: Non-combatant(-2 melee)
Flaw Feat: Destruction Retribution
Bab:10
Fort:11+3+3=17
Ref:4+3+3=10
Will:11+3+3=17
Domains:Undeath (Extra Turning again.)
Death (Touch of Death)
Pestilence (Immunity to all Dieseases, but still spreads illness.)
Languages: Common, Draconic
Abilities:
Rebuke Undead
Bone Horns
Death Domain
Deathwatch (Always Active)
Animate Dead 2/day (Horned Harbinger stacks with cleric levels for this, as well as Cha stacks for Caster Level. This determines the max num of undead animated that can be controlled.)
Captain of Undeath (General of Undeath is the next step of this ability.)
Create Undead 1/day (Can be traded down to Animate)
Ranged Animation.(100 ft+10ft/level)
Create Greater Undead 1/day (Can be traded down to Create Undead, or animate.)
General of Undeath.(Limit for controlling undead animated with spells increases to 10 times caster level, limit for undead controlled through rebuking increases to 5 times effective cleric level.)
Equipment: Phylactery (Currently with Vrtra.)
Scepter of the Netherworld
Nightstick
Cloak of Charisma +6
Boots of Levitation
Vest of Resistance +3
Brooch of Shielding
Turns Per Day: 27 (Rebukes as 18th level Cleric, When used to control undead, 90 hd can be controlled.)
Caster Level for Animation: 23 (230 HD)
History:At birth, his mother died. He had no father that anyone had known, so he was given to the local clergy, which happened to maintain the graveyard.
There were no children that would hang around, so his friends were the dead. The local clergy had a secret that they told no one, They served the Lord of the Dead, Myrkul.
Faced at a very young age ofobedience or death, he choose the first, and leared corpselore, and the ways of the Dead.Before his seventh birthday, Rhylat was helping prepare the dead for one purpose,
To rise again without the short comings of the living, but, watching and waiting for the people of the town to slowly subcome to the plague they had spread, nevermind that none of the fools ever figured out that none of the priets were ever afflicted.
Being face to face everyday with dead made one thing, watching death, even waiting for it with exultant expectation, rather than fear removes all the fear in life, as the young Rhylat was now unafraid of anything he has faced.
He sent to work, throwing himself utterly in with the dead, he at first was to forsake even his own church, only working with the dead, to understand how they worked, and praying to his god Myrkul to allow him to better understand life, and therefore death.
In matters of religion, he studied texts, kept for the dead by the dead, speaking often with a powerful lich that served his church, being the only one unafraid of it in truth, rather than simply steeling themselves against it.
He spoke at great lengths with the lich, finding out even how to accomplish lichdom, which he would undoubtably use later in life for his own gains.
Reading text, he rapidly made use of the slaves the church had ways of getting, he would drug them, then preform grisly surgeries on them while their hearts yet beat to understand the machine of the body.
Yet, he remained unschooled in the ways of war and battle, preferring instead to send a minion to combat his enemy instead of himself, he carried no weapon, and wore no armor, finding it unsettlingly chafing.
Whatever the protection he placed around himself,if Myrkul truly wanted him to be taken, he would be.
Finding text after text of the power of the faith that springs forth from the held symbol, he learned how to efficiently and quickly chide the undead to his will, by whim alone he could make them dance how he wished.
Becoming this shepard of the dead was in fact seemingly what his life had been made for, as he had been born from the newdead, and his family gone, the dead were in fact all he had.
Despite his unscrupulous use of anything for the sake of his goals, his force of personality was strong indeed, many found it hard to say no to the man, and even though he did not often make it to any social gatherings within the church, his knowledge and deep studious attitude quickly gained him a spot in the lower echelons of the church.
He spent a few years at this level, as this was a turbulant time in his life, the years had worn on, and now a young man, he felt drivings that came odd to his analytical mind, passion was trying to worm its way into his life, when he had long since learned that passion is disgraceful.
Attempting to drive it from his life, he put himself more and more into his work, spending time in the crypt for days at a time, emerging only when what he came to see as his hated mortality forcing him to eat, or drink.
He looked more and more up to the lich, seeing it as one of the more perfect things, almost as perfect as Death itself, for despite being an incomplete way to avoid death, it was a clever way, and not at all distasteful to him.
Rhylat eventually, learning more of his ability to speak with the souls of the dead, was the questioner of the dead, eventually becoming a Speaker, he learned of the lives of those that were killed in sacrifice, and chronicled them
This raised him higher in the minds of others, and he did this for almost a year, and would continue to do it for the purpose of learning.
Rising to a high position in the church,Rhylat had not a care in the world until the death of Myrkul sent the entire church reeling, how could one kill death? Death was one thing that came to all, so defeating death was making life unending, a definition of life itself, gone. Fallen, thats when In a fit, Rhylat killed a man by uttering a spell given to him by his lord before his end.
He knew then, that death still came for all, even Gods die. He smiled, knowing the clergy of Myrkul to be ever more true, but, even as he felt his lord die, he also felt him hide away some of his true essence, as it is true that all those that die will seek to escape death as well.
Rhlat spent the next few years in wandering, observing life as he had death, as to understand one is to seek to understand the other. Finding that most spent the little life they had wastefully, only those with long lives truly enjoyed life, he found that quite amusing for the most part.
He went back to the lab, working on his magic still, as he heard his lord still in the world, as long as there was death. Working on his casting ability, he stumbled over a spell from a book from ancient woe-begotten times, and when he appeared, he was in a great graveyard, one that stretched on, many undead walking it. Rhylet, feeling no dread, but only curiosity, walked until he came across a Great Dragon.
Knowing Draconic tongue, and recognising a Dracolich, the most powerful undead he had ever seen, he smiled, proclaiming his obedience to her on the spot. He learned she was Vrtra, fighting against her brought only death, and what he had to offer her, so she might not snuff his life out on the spot. He spoke of his life among the dead, and the wonders he could help elicit in them.
Vrtra, laughing, said she could do all of those things, but meekly, he asked if she would not rather have someone else to oversee these humble proceedings that she might spend her time in more noble efforts befitting one of her grand stature.
Seemingly, on a whim, she handed him a crown, in which he felt the essence of his lord, which filled him completely, his essence melding with Myrkuls, he passed out. When he awoke, he had a crown of bone horns on his head, and a very pleased looking dragon in front of him.
Serve me, she said, and I shall make you powerful long as you are useful to me. Rhylat decided to do what he did best, create undead, which as he went by, he learned to do beyond what he thought before possible, quickly making horde after horde of undead warriors for Vrtra.
He asked one day, if he could serve her in death as he had in life, and together, they created a Phylactery for him, he continued to work for her, as he will forever now.