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4 years ago ::
Oct 02, 2009 - 9:55AM
#111
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What is an element? When you boil it down, what is the essense of the universe? What qulifies as an element? You have decided that posion is an element. You have undergone severe rituals that turned your former watery form into a mixture of posion. Zehir would be proud of your transformation. You have further learned some arcane arts so you can study the arcane nature of some posions. With your pet snake, you serve Zehir's need as an unusal assassin. Few would guess your alligence and you keep it that way. Next: Dragonborn Barbarian/cleric of Ioun
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4 years ago ::
Oct 03, 2009 - 12:27PM
#112
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Date Joined:
Jun 16, 2006
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4 years ago ::
Oct 03, 2009 - 7:44PM
#113
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dosent matter really. whatever you think works better.
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4 years ago ::
Oct 05, 2009 - 7:00PM
#114
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Date Joined:
Apr 23, 2009
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To better understand the mind, we must explore all of its facets, not just the aristocratic ones. Feral rage and uncouth base instinct are parts of even the most evolved creatures' psyches, and thus must be plumbed as well. The feral rage you feel is not contrary to your faith; if anything, it further strengthens Ioun's status as a god of knowledge, for you are living proof of another facet of the mind that has been studied and catalogued. Next: gnome cleric of Lolth
The original core books said that this was our game too. It doesn't feel like that anymore.
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4 years ago ::
Oct 06, 2009 - 8:53AM
#115
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Born and raised as a slave of the drow, you always had an affinity for shadows. You used this not only to escape working from time to time, but to follow some drow from time to time. As you grew up you felt a calling. eventually a minor drow cleric of loth found you and guessed where your power come from. The cleric took you on and mentored you far away from the eyes of others. You became their hidden weapon, able to access slave quarters and cleric facilites. Eventually your master had you assasinate another cleric and ordered you to leave the city for a time. Now, on the surface for the first time you take up traveling for a year, before you return back home to the drow city. Next: Deva Artifacer
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4 years ago ::
Oct 07, 2009 - 4:25PM
#116
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Date Joined:
Jun 16, 2006
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Creaton, its what it is all about right? Creation requires inovation, inovation requires inspiration, inspiration requires... divine guidance?
You were the whisper in someones ear, Erathis will upon the minds of others. Now your mission is as a Demonstration of Erathis creation, a walking display of her power for those without the spark of divine calling can still do her will. But whatever you do, DO NOT push the litttle red button on the bottom. Drow Warden
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4 years ago ::
Oct 09, 2009 - 3:25AM
#117
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Weak fools who hide in the light think the Underdark is a lifeless place of monsters and decay. True ignorance... the rot is a living thing that ultimately triumphs over all others, feeding itself on their defeated remains. This is the final truth of nature... a truth that grants you strength you will eagerly demonstrate to those who underestimate the power of life. Next: Warforged Cosmic Sorcerer
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4 years ago ::
Oct 10, 2009 - 6:15PM
#118
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Date Joined:
Jun 16, 2006
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tick, tock, tick, tock, ebb, flow, ebb, flow, sun, moon, sun, moon... Being a being of clockwork everything moves in a rythm for you, everything taking turns, everything except people. Correction, a person is chaos, without any rythm, people are as flowing as the seasons from peace to love to jealousy to war to peace again. You travel to watch the patterns of the world, from you and the four around you against the goblins all the way to the armies of orc and gnoll versus the gnomes. It is all about the pattern and the flow.
Once Tiefling Revenant cleric with deva bloodline
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4 years ago ::
Oct 17, 2009 - 6:15AM
#119
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Date Joined:
Sep 10, 2007
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This isn't right. Something's gone wrong. Last I remember, I was dying. Somehow, I felt as though this was not my destination. That dark Shadowfell magic must have something to do with this. I returned to my glade, where (I think) I've appeared before. Only now it's a burnt patch of earth, where nothing grows. Some dark power is behind this. It would seem Melora made a bargain with the Raven Queen to bring this power to justice. It is your mission to heal the glade, and bring light to the darkness. Only when Melora's light has purged the shadows, can the angel inside of you escape this crude prison. NEXT: Bullywug Bard
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4 years ago ::
Oct 17, 2009 - 6:48PM
#120
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There is music in your people, the gentle croaking of the swamp dwells in all of your people. In that music you found magic. The drum frames the croaks and gives your songs structure those who looses themselves in your beats and croaks find glory in battle and in these people you will find glory Shardar Ki avenger of pelor
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