I created a poll in response to a thread I started which can be found here:
Thursday, June 3, 2010, 12:10 PM
I created a poll in response to a thread I started which can be found here:
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Tuesday, June 1, 2010, 12:58 PM
It had been a night of reverie, the end to an annual tenday long celebration of life and fertility; a night of feasting and dancing, of contests and lovemaking. He had much to celebrate back then, a mate and two healthy calves, the youngest of which had been born the month prior. It had been the happiest day of his life - a happiness he would never experience again.
The minotaur awoke in the dark heart of a forest. It was impossible to tell how far from home he had been taken but the familiar scents of the plains were undetectable. The poison still coursed through him but the worst had passed. His vision was blurred and his whole body was numb. He weakly rose to find that he was bound with chains running from anchors in the earthen floor to iron bands around his legs, arms, and thick neck. In his hand he tightly gripped a wooden doll his mate had made for their children. He was not sure when he had grabbed it but it was the only belonging he had, that and the loincloth his captors had dressed him in.
After his branding the minotaur fought back less. Soon he was broken and he no longer fought his captors at all. He took their abuses in silence and his vengeance was forgotten along with his past life.
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Thursday, April 15, 2010, 12:12 PM
I've been working a lot on my painting lately. I'll be uploading images of minis I've worked on along with a little bit about the characters they are for in the days to come.
I draw a lot of inspiration from the work of others. Feel free to post images of your custom minis too.
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Monday, December 7, 2009, 12:17 PM
It's interesting how different people approach different problems.
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Tuesday, November 17, 2009, 12:18 PM
I haven't had a chance to study it in depth but I must say I am really impressed with the updates that came out today. WotC really nailed a lot of the things I had a problem with. Maybe there is hope for this whole 4e thing yet.
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Tuesday, October 27, 2009, 2:01 PM
The new druid class feature, presented in primal power, the Primal Swarm is amazing. Essentially, at the cost of a feat, you gain resistance to melee and ranged attacks equal to your con mod. Also, the powers associated with Primal Swarm are great. They are all close bursts and blasts, some of which are quite large. This was something that the PHB2 beast powers were sorely lacking.
Unfortunately, I hate the fluff associated with the Primal Swarm. Druids who choose the Primal Swarm option turn in a swarm of insects, birds, or other tiny critters and thus singular attacks pass right through them (hence the damage resistance). All of their cool close bursts and blasts are due to them turning into a swarm of bees or wasps or locusts and buzzing around the battlefield. This doesn't work at all for what I had planned for my druid.
And thus I am forced to heavily reflavor the powers in order to salvage an otherwise awesome mechanic. Below are a few examples.
You loose a fearsome roar, its power lingers afterwards buffeting your enemies.
At-Will Beast Form, Implement, Primal, Zone
Standard Action Close blast 3
Target: Each creature in blast
Attack: Wisdom vs. Reflex
Hit: 1d8 + Wisdom modifier damage.
Level 21: 2d8 + Wisdom modifier damage.
Effect: The blast creates a zone of echoing crashing sound that lasts until the end of your next turn. While within the zone, enemies grant combat advantage.
You rear up and slam the ground creating a crushing shockwave. The act bolsters your courage reinforcing you for future attacks.
At-Will Beast Form, Implement, Primal
Standard Action Close burst 3
Target: Each creature in blast
Attack: Wisdom vs. Fortitude
Hit: 2d10 + Wisdom modifier damage.
Miss: Half damage.
Effect: You gain a +2 power bonus to all defenses until the end of the encounter.
Has anyone else dealt with similiar problems? Is there any other class/paragon path/feat that you love mechanically but can't stomach the fluff for?
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Friday, September 25, 2009, 10:20 AM
These guys do great work and their minis are already super cheap.
Who doesn't want to own this mini? Sound off if you end up ordering anything.
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Wednesday, September 23, 2009, 6:25 PM
I was thinking about the random things that bug me in 4e and Avengers kept coming to the forefront. I think the most broken/easiest feature of the class to fix is Armor of Faith. Below is my suggestion.
Armor of Faith - Now only works in cloth or no armor. Monks have this restriction, why didn't Avengers get it? With Armor of Faith and average dex/int (18) an Avenger starts at 'scale' level armor. If they invest even a single feat into it for leather proficiency they suddenly have defender level AC. Of course they can still easily break the math of the game unless the associate feat is also nerfed.
Improved Armor of Faith (Or Cloth Armor Specialization) - This is now a paragon level feat and no longer scales. This would be the equivelant to the armor specialization feats available to wearers of other types of armor. This could be changed to a more general feat to empower monks and any other primary cloth wearing classes in the future.
Thoughts and opinions are welcome.
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Thursday, September 17, 2009, 2:18 AM
Holding Out for a Hero - Duke's Story
Duke Greatbull was born and raised in the savannas of the Beastlands, under a rare and powerful good auspice. His fate was forever bound to the sign of The Guardian and he would be hale, hearty, and forever stand against darkness in the name of those who could not protect themselves. He was highly favored by the wisebulls of his tribe and many expected him to grow to be the next chieftain. As the years passed and Duke grew to be exceptionally strong and healthy this confirmed their beliefs.
The two youths squared off. His rival was a season older than Duke and a bit bigger and stronger than even him, but he was not afraid. He was The Guardian; it was his destiny to win.
Without farewells Duke left his home behind. He wandered the savannas of the Beastlands for some time before arriving in Tirumala. It was there he met a young rakasha looking to start his own mercenary company and there he started his life as an adventurer.
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Tuesday, September 15, 2009, 6:11 PM
A little while back we had a little creative writing excercise where we shared our character's backgrounds and origin stories. I was going through my archived email when I found a few of mine and thought I'd share them with the internets. Feel free to share your thoughts.
This one is for Goliath - my minotaur warlord. His build and a sweet character portrait are available in an earlier blog post.
Someone to Love - Goliath's Story
Goliath was not born with much. In fact, when the minotaur entered this world it seemed the very universe was working against him. Born sickly, small, and under a bad sign his tribe had little choice. The calf was an ill-omen and would only bring pain and misfortune. Without even naming him they left the calf under a sapling, as weak and vulnerable as he was, and continued their nomadic trek across the beastlands.
With no one to care for him and exposed to the elements the babe would surely have died, but that was not his destiny. A pack of travelers passed through the remnants of the Minotaur’s abandoned camp and found the calf. The travelers, a group of pilgrims sworn to Sune, were in route to one of Firehair’s holy sites when Cassandra Evenstar, one of the group’s newest devotees heard the babe’s mewling. She found the sickly calf and brought him before her peers.
The majority were appalled, horrified by the calf’s monstrous visage. Others were indifferent, recognizing the abandonment as the act of the mercy that it was meant to be. Many urged the girl to kill the babe or at the least return it to where she found it so that it could die on its own as nature had intended. A few warned of the savagery that his people were known for. Surely the goddess of beauty would never bless such a horrible beast.
Cassandra did not see things this way. She claimed that his eyes were not full of hate, but of love. To her, he was beautiful and she vowed to make sure he got the chance at life that he deserved. Against the rest of the pilgrim’s wishes she brought the calf with her and began nursing it back to health.
Through Cassandra’s compassion Goliath survived against the odds. The young woman raised the young Minotaur as if he was her own child even going as far as to name him. She named the minotaur Goliath, a name befitting a member of the towering race that he was a member of. She taught him the common tongue and ways of civilized man.
The Minotaur grew quickly and within a handful of years he grew from a sickly calf to a brawny bull. Thick layers of muscle covered his frame which grew to tower over his “mother” and which eventually would challenge even the most impressive specimens of his species. His fur was well cared for and tended to be clean and soft rather than musty and coarse. His mane was often kept in braids and trimmed rather than allowed to grow long and into dreadlocks.
Raised under the teachings of the goddess of love and beauty Goliath grew to be more than just a beast. He learned the ways of the heart and of the soul. He learned how to use words to bring others to love and to lust. His natural talent with words was such that some said that he was in fact blessed by Firehair herself.
The years passed and soon Cassandra and Goliath were alone. The other pilgrims left the group for one reason or another, either to return to their former lives or to settle down somewhere and spread the word of their patron. Goliath and his mother continued to travel across Toril aiding those that they could in any way they could. Goliath’s travels had him serve as everything from bodyguard, to marriage councilor, to hostage negotiator, to model.
The years passed still and as Goliath reached his prime his mother reached the end of hers. The glow and strength of youth left her and soon the life of an adventurer was too much for her. She settled down in Baulder’s Gate finding a place for her to spread the wisdom that she had gathered throughout her years and to continue to witness the teachings of her goddess. She urged her son to make a life there for himself in the metropolis as well but like his mother he was headstrong and was determined make his own path. His mother had made Goliath who he was, but the call to find his birth parents was something he could not ignore. He embraced his mother one last time and set out to find his destiny.
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