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SoulGamit
12-03-05, 07:28 PM Well, basically I just wanted to know what you guys thought. This is a Gnome Illusionist who is going to focus on shadow magic for a forgotten realms setting, which I'm new to. I'd like to make sure I'm not doing something that goes against the forgotten realms setting. One word of warning, I suck at names, so I jsut used a random name generater and flat out took the name of the gnome city from Races of Stone. Nothing else was taken from anywere else.

Appearance: Xavroar, or Fash as he calls himself now, is an unusually short gnome, reaching only 2’8”. His black hair is tied behind him into a long ponytail with leather straps that contain the occasional silver band. His eyes are a pale blue, almost grey. His skin has a noticeably grey tint, giving it a color resembling sheet rock. His eyes are a pale blue.

His most discernable feature, however, is the unique carvings that dominate most of his body. It’s one long line, making a complex pattern that has no beginning or end. It is an actual cut, but more of a gash, as though channels were burrowed into his skin. Water is not what fills these wounds, instead an oily black liquid, material from the plane of shadow forms pronounced lines. The material is cold to the touch, and has the consistency of liquid, though the material never leaves the wound. It is as though the very fabric of his being was re-written, so that even cure or regeneration spells merely restore the scar to its normal state.

To compensate for his horrid appearance, Fash wears a hat of disguise. He uses the illusion to change his skin tone from grey the common shade of peach most gnomes have. The scares are also covered up, though his hair and eyes remain unchanged. Not being one to leave anything to chance, Fash covers his entire body in clothing. He wears leather gloves that almost reach his elbows, and boots that are nearly to his knees. He always wears long sleeves and pants, regardless of the season. The color dominating his clothing is black, with only a few silver linings in place for decoration.

Background: Xavroar was born on the outskirts of the Gnome city of Kibosh to a pair of Druids. He spent the first fifteen years or so of his life in relative shelter, simply enjoying the beauty and tranquility of nature. He and his family rarely entered the settlement, and Xavroar barely got to know anyone outside his own family, of which he was the youngest.

It was on his 15th birthday that he decided he wanted to go into the city to learn a trade, specifically alchemy. His parents protested and pleaded with him to learn their craft, and to be one with nature instead of trying to manipulate it. Xavroar was determined and pressed the matter and his parents, not wanting to damage their child’s psyche or temper and creativity, inevitably gave in. Within a month he found himself enrolled in Opus’ beginner classes for Alchemists.

Perhaps it was the fact that Xavroar tended to be sickly and weak, the fact that no one knew him or even the shelter his parents gave him as a lad that was to blame, but those years were to be the worst of his life. First, he was the greatest challenge to Opus’s creed that anyone could be taught to be good at alchemy. Twice he almost burnt the entire school down, and many times he and his fellow classmates walked out of the room with too much or too little hair of colors never before thought possible. That wouldn’t have been so bad if he wasn’t treated so badly by both his peers and their parents.

Every gnome earns nicknames while in school, and Xavroar was no exception. However, his nicknames were insults so horrid that they dare not be repeated. Even when someone else messed up, they thought they caught “Xav’s syndrome.” Xavroar had to endure constant beatings from those bigger then him, which was pretty much everyone. Still, he was determined, and stuck it out while trying everything he possibly could to fit in.

Next year, he got his inspiration. Around the time he learned to boil a cup of water without any mishaps, he overheard some of his fellow students talking. It seems that many of them were getting lessons in wizardry on the side, against their parent’s wishes. Soon they began showing off their illusions to one another, usually using Xavroar as an “assistant” for the more humiliating illusions.

Try as he might, Xavroar couldn’t even perform the simplest of illusions or magic tricks that came so naturally to his peers. Still he didn’t give up. If he couldn’t learn magic on his own, Xavroar determined to find himself a master to learn from. He couldn’t go to the wizard academy, his parents made it very clear that he was to stick with what he chose or come back and join the family profession. He certainly couldn’t ask to learn from his peers, or from the person they were learning from. There seemed to be only one alternative, Carlynn.

He had heard of her only once in passing from his father while comparing another gnome to her. When Xavroar asked who Carlynn was, he was told that was a name that was never to be spoken. Xavroar still wanted to know why, so he dug through some old records and belongings, and came across a picture of her. It was one of a graduation under a prominent Elven wizard named Petward Taletreader. More research showed that Carlynn was disowned by Xavroar’s grandparents and kicked out of the family.

Even though Xavroar knew there had to be a good reason, he still sought her out. She came to the city once a month for supplies, and this month Xavroar made sure to pay her a visit. He followed and hounded her for her entire stay. Her initial response was laughter, and she treated him like a minor annoyance. Still he continued pleaded, making her offers of devotion. What seemed to change her mind, however, when she realized he was Thoorin’s boy.

Xavroar had his new tutor, and she immediately took him to her laboratory to find out what he couldn’t do, which was anything. Every day, after alchemy class, he went back and tried his best to learn magic. Months later it still seemed as though he had just found something else he wasn’t good at, and he finally told his mentor so.

“Well, if can’t be useful, then I’ll just have to make you useful.” She replied before holding up an oddly shaped knife. The entire world went hazy and slowly slipped into the shadow of sleep. He awoke to find a pool of his own blood, and a dreadful pain all over his body. Most of his body was burning, though within that there were parts of his body that were painfully cold. It took him only a few moments to notice the marks upon his body and how his skin tone had changed, and he was horrified. How could he possibly go back to his parents now?

Carlynn barely paid attention to his grief, told him that the pain would subside before putting a hat of disguise on his head to turn him into what he was before. “You want to be an illusionist, so if you don’t like something, change it.” To this day the exact reason behind the engravings in his skin is unknown.

After that incident, he seemed to be able to access what Carlynn called the shadow weave easily, soon he was learning spells and magic at an alarming rate. However, the more he grew in power, the farther he grew from others. He stopped going to the alchemy classes, he stopped seeing the few people that didn’t torment him, he spent all of his time with Carlynn, studying.

For a few years everything was fine. The alchemist thought that Xavroar dropped out and his parents thought that he went to lessons every day. Any would-be interaction between his parents and teachers was avoided through illusions.

One day, however, Xavroar had to go to the Opus’s to get some alchemical ingredients for one of Carlynn’s concoctions. Outside the shop, he happened to meet with one of his old nemesis. Almost immediately he tried to make him the subject of his illusions and ridicule. He soon found an orb of acid to the face. Screaming he tried to flee, but walls came up from the ground out of nowhere, and a large scaly creature with wings and fiery breath appeared behind those walls, its head leaning towards the frightened boy. It was just about to give a dramatic and slightly evil speech when the illusion was dispelled by Opus himself. There was no avoiding it now, his parents would find out were he hasn’t been the past four years.

As would be expected, his parents were horrified. Though they could heal the boy’s face, the fact that their son had done such a horrible thing was beyond them. What’s worse, were did he learn how to do such a horrible thing. It took many of his father’s spells, but Xavroar finally talked. He told his father that he had conspired to learn from his aunt. Thoorin simply didn’t know what to say or do. Unluckily, he wouldn’t have to decide that, for Carlynn came to retrieve her student, whom she immediately teleported back to her abode.

Xavroar’s family had abandoned him; they punished and harmed him for merely defending himself and for finding a way of expression and artistry that did not conform to their traditions, that was what he was lead to believe, anyways. He spent the next few months living with Carlynn, until she finally decided to show him a project she had been working on.

Xavroar was brought to a tall balcony that overlooked the city of Kibosh. On this large balcony, was what appeared to be a loom. In fact, that was the name Carlynn had given it. This, however, was a magic loom. Carlynn claimed that she actually used it to create the very balcony they were standing on, that with it she could shape the weave to make whatever she wanted. The question she posed was basic, “What would happen if one were to place it into reverse?” The answer would be devastating.

She pulled a few levels, cast a few spells, pulled out a foot petal and began working the loom. This was strange, because Xavroar didn’t see any material with which to work. Out of no, thread began appearing in the loom, a faint gold thread. The thread quickly became a tapestry full of colors so vibrant that Xavroar couldn’t bear to look. After being run through the loom, however, the tapestry became a mere pile of threads. However, it was like the shadow of the tapestry, or the spaces between the threads kept on moving as a large shadow.

The newly made shadow quilt continued on for a few feet before wrapping itself up into a large ball of swirling blackness. “The door won’t stay open forever, if your going to come with me, don’t hesitate.” Carlynn screamed over roaring winds. With that, she jumped into the growing sphere, disappearing within it. Xavroar worked up the courage to do the same, just when he heard something more horrible then anything that ever graced his ears.

It started off faint enough to be mistaken for the wind, but that was no wind, it was screams, screams of absolute peril. Looking around, Xavroar couldn’t find the source at first, but soon he saw the lights going out in the city. In fact, an unusually dark shadow seemed to cover it. It was then he realized just were the strings were coming from, the city. The cogs in his brain began working, “If the weave is the basis of all life, and this loom works on the weave… then running it in reverse…”

Immediately Xavroar used all of his strongest spells on the loom. Though his spells seemed tremendously stronger for some reason, they didn’t lay a scratch on the loom, the tapestry, or the shadow quilt, so he did the next best thing he could think of: hit it with something heavy. He picked up a rock and slammed it down on the loom, to no effect. He again picked up the rock and hit the loom, and he heard a loud noise like an explosion. The loom began breaking apart; the rock had actually managed to jam it. After that, the loom’s power destroyed itself. The tapestry and the quilt disappeared.

With the loom gone, Xavroar ran as quickly as he could to the village, but there was nothing there, absolutely nothing. There weren’t even any plants or animals, everything living was simply gone. For days he wandered between his home, the city, and his mentor’s house. He read through every tome he could get his hands on to figure out what, exactly, had happened.

His time was soon up, he knew that traders would be coming soon and he couldn’t be caught. At this point, he was the only one who could possibly find out what happened and how to get everyone back. He gathered up what few magic items remained and every book he could possibly carry from his mentor, and his father.

At the early age of 24, Xavroar is forced to move beyond the safety of his home and into the world. He took up many false names to mask his real identity, fearing that someone from Kibosh that happened to be out of town might find him. Xavroar now spends his time traveling from place to place, trying to decipher his master’s books while trying to find out anything that might lead him to how he might be able to fix what happened. So far, most of his master’s works seem to deal with the shadow weave, and the plane of shadow. Those are the only real clues he has to go by.
nihility
12-03-05, 08:50 PM Color me impressed. I'm guessing you might go for the Shadow Adept PrC?

Edit: it occurs to me that the church of Mystra might have quite an interest in talking to you. The clerics of Shar would probably be equally interested, but for different reasons. Actually, I think that your master would have had to be a follower of Shar and under her protection to avoid being smote by Mystra.
SoulGamit
12-04-05, 11:01 PM Ooo, that's nice. If I may ask, were can I get more information on mystria and shar? I did read a little bit about shar in the faiths and panthions book, basically what was in her description.

And yes, I do plan on going into shadow adept, despite my contempt for that PrC. It has no flavor whatsoever beyond the first level... it only make refference to the shadow weave once beyond that, and that's to get a defense againt it, not use it better :nonono:
nihility
12-04-05, 11:32 PM Ooo, that's nice. If I may ask, were can I get more information on mystria and shar? I did read a little bit about shar in the faiths and panthions book, basically what was in her description.
You can get a bit more information from Wikipedia's entry on Shar (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shar_%28goddess%29), Wikipedia's entry on Mystra (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mystra_%28goddess%29), and some essays by FR author Ed Greenwood (http://www.geocities.com/TimesSquare/Castle/2566/sages.htm). There's some information reprinted here (http://www.sorcerers.net/Worlds/FR/4.php) that you might not have seen before.

And yes, I do plan on going into shadow adept, despite my contempt for that PrC. It has no flavor whatsoever beyond the first level... it only make refference to the shadow weave once beyond that, and that's to get a defense againt it, not use it better :nono

I think it'd be better as a 3 level PrC that granted those bonus feats, one at each level... but that's a discussion for another place.
You might want to look at one of the shadow-based PrCs mentioned here (http://boards1.wizards.com/showthread.php?t=290914). Using the shadow weave to cast shadow spells is twice as good, right? And I really think it would be cool for this guy's illusions to actually hurt rather than just looking scary.
SoulGamit
12-05-05, 11:34 PM :OMG!:hoppingma:OMG!

:censored:

My DM abandoned me at the last minuet... I can't believe that... well that's yet another evening wasted.

Thanks for the material though, I'll keep it for future refference, should be very useful.
nihility
12-06-05, 12:41 AM My DM abandoned me at the last minuet... I can't believe that... well that's yet another evening wasted.

Thanks for the material though, I'll keep it for future refference, should be very useful.
Heh... I have about half a dozen characters written up with lengthy backgrounds and complete builds, each longing for a day to actually appear in a game. I feel your pain. :weep:
Treymordin
12-06-05, 12:11 PM Do u have any more characters developed in this way?
SoulGamit
12-06-05, 05:20 PM I'm not sure what you mean. Developed in what way?

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SoulGamit 12-03-05, 07:28 PM	Well, basically I just wanted to know what you guys thought. This is a Gnome Illusionist who is going to focus on shadow magic for a forgotten realms setting, which I'm new to. I'd like to make sure I'm not doing something that goes against the forgotten realms setting. One word of warning, I suck at names, so I jsut used a random name generater and flat out took the name of the gnome city from Races of Stone. Nothing else was taken from anywere else. Appearance: Xavroar, or Fash as he calls himself now, is an unusually short gnome, reaching only 2’8”. His black hair is tied behind him into a long ponytail with leather straps that contain the occasional silver band. His eyes are a pale blue, almost grey. His skin has a noticeably grey tint, giving it a color resembling sheet rock. His eyes are a pale blue. His most discernable feature, however, is the unique carvings that dominate most of his body. It’s one long line, making a complex pattern that has no beginning or end. It is an actual cut, but more of a gash, as though channels were burrowed into his skin. Water is not what fills these wounds, instead an oily black liquid, material from the plane of shadow forms pronounced lines. The material is cold to the touch, and has the consistency of liquid, though the material never leaves the wound. It is as though the very fabric of his being was re-written, so that even cure or regeneration spells merely restore the scar to its normal state. To compensate for his horrid appearance, Fash wears a hat of disguise. He uses the illusion to change his skin tone from grey the common shade of peach most gnomes have. The scares are also covered up, though his hair and eyes remain unchanged. Not being one to leave anything to chance, Fash covers his entire body in clothing. He wears leather gloves that almost reach his elbows, and boots that are nearly to his knees. He always wears long sleeves and pants, regardless of the season. The color dominating his clothing is black, with only a few silver linings in place for decoration. Background: Xavroar was born on the outskirts of the Gnome city of Kibosh to a pair of Druids. He spent the first fifteen years or so of his life in relative shelter, simply enjoying the beauty and tranquility of nature. He and his family rarely entered the settlement, and Xavroar barely got to know anyone outside his own family, of which he was the youngest. It was on his 15th birthday that he decided he wanted to go into the city to learn a trade, specifically alchemy. His parents protested and pleaded with him to learn their craft, and to be one with nature instead of trying to manipulate it. Xavroar was determined and pressed the matter and his parents, not wanting to damage their child’s psyche or temper and creativity, inevitably gave in. Within a month he found himself enrolled in Opus’ beginner classes for Alchemists. Perhaps it was the fact that Xavroar tended to be sickly and weak, the fact that no one knew him or even the shelter his parents gave him as a lad that was to blame, but those years were to be the worst of his life. First, he was the greatest challenge to Opus’s creed that anyone could be taught to be good at alchemy. Twice he almost burnt the entire school down, and many times he and his fellow classmates walked out of the room with too much or too little hair of colors never before thought possible. That wouldn’t have been so bad if he wasn’t treated so badly by both his peers and their parents. Every gnome earns nicknames while in school, and Xavroar was no exception. However, his nicknames were insults so horrid that they dare not be repeated. Even when someone else messed up, they thought they caught “Xav’s syndrome.” Xavroar had to endure constant beatings from those bigger then him, which was pretty much everyone. Still, he was determined, and stuck it out while trying everything he possibly could to fit in. Next year, he got his inspiration. Around the time he learned to boil a cup of water without any mishaps, he overheard some of his fellow students talking. It seems that many of them were getting lessons in wizardry on the side, against their parent’s wishes. Soon they began showing off their illusions to one another, usually using Xavroar as an “assistant” for the more humiliating illusions. Try as he might, Xavroar couldn’t even perform the simplest of illusions or magic tricks that came so naturally to his peers. Still he didn’t give up. If he couldn’t learn magic on his own, Xavroar determined to find himself a master to learn from. He couldn’t go to the wizard academy, his parents made it very clear that he was to stick with what he chose or come back and join the family profession. He certainly couldn’t ask to learn from his peers, or from the person they were learning from. There seemed to be only one alternative, Carlynn. He had heard of her only once in passing from his father while comparing another gnome to her. When Xavroar asked who Carlynn was, he was told that was a name that was never to be spoken. Xavroar still wanted to know why, so he dug through some old records and belongings, and came across a picture of her. It was one of a graduation under a prominent Elven wizard named Petward Taletreader. More research showed that Carlynn was disowned by Xavroar’s grandparents and kicked out of the family. Even though Xavroar knew there had to be a good reason, he still sought her out. She came to the city once a month for supplies, and this month Xavroar made sure to pay her a visit. He followed and hounded her for her entire stay. Her initial response was laughter, and she treated him like a minor annoyance. Still he continued pleaded, making her offers of devotion. What seemed to change her mind, however, when she realized he was Thoorin’s boy. Xavroar had his new tutor, and she immediately took him to her laboratory to find out what he couldn’t do, which was anything. Every day, after alchemy class, he went back and tried his best to learn magic. Months later it still seemed as though he had just found something else he wasn’t good at, and he finally told his mentor so. “Well, if can’t be useful, then I’ll just have to make you useful.” She replied before holding up an oddly shaped knife. The entire world went hazy and slowly slipped into the shadow of sleep. He awoke to find a pool of his own blood, and a dreadful pain all over his body. Most of his body was burning, though within that there were parts of his body that were painfully cold. It took him only a few moments to notice the marks upon his body and how his skin tone had changed, and he was horrified. How could he possibly go back to his parents now? Carlynn barely paid attention to his grief, told him that the pain would subside before putting a hat of disguise on his head to turn him into what he was before. “You want to be an illusionist, so if you don’t like something, change it.” To this day the exact reason behind the engravings in his skin is unknown. After that incident, he seemed to be able to access what Carlynn called the shadow weave easily, soon he was learning spells and magic at an alarming rate. However, the more he grew in power, the farther he grew from others. He stopped going to the alchemy classes, he stopped seeing the few people that didn’t torment him, he spent all of his time with Carlynn, studying. For a few years everything was fine. The alchemist thought that Xavroar dropped out and his parents thought that he went to lessons every day. Any would-be interaction between his parents and teachers was avoided through illusions. One day, however, Xavroar had to go to the Opus’s to get some alchemical ingredients for one of Carlynn’s concoctions. Outside the shop, he happened to meet with one of his old nemesis. Almost immediately he tried to make him the subject of his illusions and ridicule. He soon found an orb of acid to the face. Screaming he tried to flee, but walls came up from the ground out of nowhere, and a large scaly creature with wings and fiery breath appeared behind those walls, its head leaning towards the frightened boy. It was just about to give a dramatic and slightly evil speech when the illusion was dispelled by Opus himself. There was no avoiding it now, his parents would find out were he hasn’t been the past four years. As would be expected, his parents were horrified. Though they could heal the boy’s face, the fact that their son had done such a horrible thing was beyond them. What’s worse, were did he learn how to do such a horrible thing. It took many of his father’s spells, but Xavroar finally talked. He told his father that he had conspired to learn from his aunt. Thoorin simply didn’t know what to say or do. Unluckily, he wouldn’t have to decide that, for Carlynn came to retrieve her student, whom she immediately teleported back to her abode. Xavroar’s family had abandoned him; they punished and harmed him for merely defending himself and for finding a way of expression and artistry that did not conform to their traditions, that was what he was lead to believe, anyways. He spent the next few months living with Carlynn, until she finally decided to show him a project she had been working on. Xavroar was brought to a tall balcony that overlooked the city of Kibosh. On this large balcony, was what appeared to be a loom. In fact, that was the name Carlynn had given it. This, however, was a magic loom. Carlynn claimed that she actually used it to create the very balcony they were standing on, that with it she could shape the weave to make whatever she wanted. The question she posed was basic, “What would happen if one were to place it into reverse?” The answer would be devastating. She pulled a few levels, cast a few spells, pulled out a foot petal and began working the loom. This was strange, because Xavroar didn’t see any material with which to work. Out of no, thread began appearing in the loom, a faint gold thread. The thread quickly became a tapestry full of colors so vibrant that Xavroar couldn’t bear to look. After being run through the loom, however, the tapestry became a mere pile of threads. However, it was like the shadow of the tapestry, or the spaces between the threads kept on moving as a large shadow. The newly made shadow quilt continued on for a few feet before wrapping itself up into a large ball of swirling blackness. “The door won’t stay open forever, if your going to come with me, don’t hesitate.” Carlynn screamed over roaring winds. With that, she jumped into the growing sphere, disappearing within it. Xavroar worked up the courage to do the same, just when he heard something more horrible then anything that ever graced his ears. It started off faint enough to be mistaken for the wind, but that was no wind, it was screams, screams of absolute peril. Looking around, Xavroar couldn’t find the source at first, but soon he saw the lights going out in the city. In fact, an unusually dark shadow seemed to cover it. It was then he realized just were the strings were coming from, the city. The cogs in his brain began working, “If the weave is the basis of all life, and this loom works on the weave… then running it in reverse…” Immediately Xavroar used all of his strongest spells on the loom. Though his spells seemed tremendously stronger for some reason, they didn’t lay a scratch on the loom, the tapestry, or the shadow quilt, so he did the next best thing he could think of: hit it with something heavy. He picked up a rock and slammed it down on the loom, to no effect. He again picked up the rock and hit the loom, and he heard a loud noise like an explosion. The loom began breaking apart; the rock had actually managed to jam it. After that, the loom’s power destroyed itself. The tapestry and the quilt disappeared. With the loom gone, Xavroar ran as quickly as he could to the village, but there was nothing there, absolutely nothing. There weren’t even any plants or animals, everything living was simply gone. For days he wandered between his home, the city, and his mentor’s house. He read through every tome he could get his hands on to figure out what, exactly, had happened. His time was soon up, he knew that traders would be coming soon and he couldn’t be caught. At this point, he was the only one who could possibly find out what happened and how to get everyone back. He gathered up what few magic items remained and every book he could possibly carry from his mentor, and his father. At the early age of 24, Xavroar is forced to move beyond the safety of his home and into the world. He took up many false names to mask his real identity, fearing that someone from Kibosh that happened to be out of town might find him. Xavroar now spends his time traveling from place to place, trying to decipher his master’s books while trying to find out anything that might lead him to how he might be able to fix what happened. So far, most of his master’s works seem to deal with the shadow weave, and the plane of shadow. Those are the only real clues he has to go by.
nihility 12-03-05, 08:50 PM	Color me impressed. I'm guessing you might go for the Shadow Adept PrC? Edit: it occurs to me that the church of Mystra might have quite an interest in talking to you. The clerics of Shar would probably be equally interested, but for different reasons. Actually, I think that your master would have had to be a follower of Shar and under her protection to avoid being smote by Mystra.
SoulGamit 12-04-05, 11:01 PM	Ooo, that's nice. If I may ask, were can I get more information on mystria and shar? I did read a little bit about shar in the faiths and panthions book, basically what was in her description. And yes, I do plan on going into shadow adept, despite my contempt for that PrC. It has no flavor whatsoever beyond the first level... it only make refference to the shadow weave once beyond that, and that's to get a defense againt it, not use it better :nonono:
nihility 12-04-05, 11:32 PM	Ooo, that's nice. If I may ask, were can I get more information on mystria and shar? I did read a little bit about shar in the faiths and panthions book, basically what was in her description. You can get a bit more information from Wikipedia's entry on Shar (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shar_%28goddess%29), Wikipedia's entry on Mystra (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mystra_%28goddess%29), and some essays by FR author Ed Greenwood (http://www.geocities.com/TimesSquare/Castle/2566/sages.htm). There's some information reprinted here (http://www.sorcerers.net/Worlds/FR/4.php) that you might not have seen before. And yes, I do plan on going into shadow adept, despite my contempt for that PrC. It has no flavor whatsoever beyond the first level... it only make refference to the shadow weave once beyond that, and that's to get a defense againt it, not use it better :nono I think it'd be better as a 3 level PrC that granted those bonus feats, one at each level... but that's a discussion for another place. You might want to look at one of the shadow-based PrCs mentioned here (http://boards1.wizards.com/showthread.php?t=290914). Using the shadow weave to cast shadow spells is twice as good, right? And I really think it would be cool for this guy's illusions to actually hurt rather than just looking scary.
SoulGamit 12-05-05, 11:34 PM	:OMG!:hoppingma:OMG! :censored: My DM abandoned me at the last minuet... I can't believe that... well that's yet another evening wasted. Thanks for the material though, I'll keep it for future refference, should be very useful.
nihility 12-06-05, 12:41 AM	My DM abandoned me at the last minuet... I can't believe that... well that's yet another evening wasted. Thanks for the material though, I'll keep it for future refference, should be very useful. Heh... I have about half a dozen characters written up with lengthy backgrounds and complete builds, each longing for a day to actually appear in a game. I feel your pain. :weep:
Treymordin 12-06-05, 12:11 PM	Do u have any more characters developed in this way?
SoulGamit 12-06-05, 05:20 PM	I'm not sure what you mean. Developed in what way?