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[GiglameshDespair]

http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=40282

How much gold does a FS start with?

[flame99]

5d4x10

[GiglameshDespair]

http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4668178/

150.

[Harbingerjm]

Hmmm. Noting that at least one person is actually using that LA, is LA buyoff available?

[flame99]

It is. Could have sworn I put that in the OP, but evidently not.

[Harbingerjm]

Hmmm. Shame there isn't a God Blooded template for Io (Or even another dragon god). Oh well.

Flame, how do you feel about the Spark Template? It's from Dragon Mag, mind. The Wisdom loss isn't exactly great for a Ranger, but I do like the fluff, and some magic detection can be handy.

Spoiler: Spark (click to show/hide)

"Magic-Blooded (Spark)
During a large-scale battle, eldritch energy might suffuse a whole community, giving rise to an entirely new race. Occasionally the taint of fey blood grows especially strong in a forest people over time. These are but two of many possible origins for a magic-blooded race of beings.
Magic-blooded creatures, often called sparks, have an innate sense for the arcane energy that flows around them. They feel it as other races feel the wind. Magic can even be a source of life for such gifted races, and they treat it with reverence and awe.

Cultural Aspects
The following cultural attributes are common to most magic-blooded races.
Personality: Except for the constant awe with which sparks regard the world around them, they behave much like members of their ancestral races. This wondering attitude can be disconcerting at first, and it leads other beings to regard sparks as a bit distracted and capricious. In truth, however, sparks vary in attitude and outlook as much as the members of any other race do.
Physical Description: A spark looks very much like a member of her ancestral race does, although she might exhibit one or more unique physical characteristics. Perhaps she has multicoloured eyes or hair, or maybe tiny motes of light appear to trail behind her whenever she moves quickly or speaks in animated tones. Regardless of how her magical nature manifests itself, a spark sees her differences as a blessing and is not embarrrassed by them in the least.
Relations: Sparks divide the world into magical and nonmagical beings rather than along racial lines. They treat members of other races that have a strong affinity for magic (such as elves and gnomes) as respected equals. All others are welcome in their midst as long as they mean no harm.
Alignment: Members of a magic-blooded race tend towards chaos over law. Good sparks are often protectors of nature and good-humoured pranksters- a fact that leads some sages to believe that they share blood with fey creatures. These beings enjoy watching and manipulating the magical energies they feel, and they can often be a source of great insight into magical lore. Neutral sparks are somewhat reclusive; most just want to be left alone to explore the world that surrounds them. The rare evil sparks are spiteful and cruel beings who spend their days trying to hoard magic or power.
Lands: Members of magic-blooded races tend to make their homes in out-of-the-way locales. One group might choose a spot deep within a primordial forest, while another might settle in a mist-covered vale deep within a mountain range. Sparks are not averse to dealing with outsiders, but they are wary of the mundane ambitions exhibited by other races. Living apart gives sparks the freedom they need to explore and develop the magical abilities they recieve at birth.
Sparks tend to live at peace with nature, and their homes reflect this harmony. Members of such races often live in treetop villages or in mud-covered huts beneath the roots of ancient oaks. Sparks who settle in humanois lands often find cities a bit confining and stuffy, so they settle on the outskirts of a city or town. Most such individuals eventually become soothsayers or wise folk for the local communities.
Religion: Members of magic-blooded races concern themselves more with arcane power and how it interacts with the natural world than they do with piety or faith. That said, the typical spark pays at least minimal tribute to a god of magic. If her ancestral race has such a deity, she chooses that one; otherwise she has no qualms about worshiping the magic god of another race.
Adventurers: A spark's natural curiosity about arcane matters often leads her to wander in search of new knowledge and lore. Members of magic-blooded races have no special ties to any particular home, although they sometimes band together to seperate themselves from the outside world, as noted above. Sparks are driven to adventure not so much by the love of money as by a burning desire to learn how to tap into their latent abilities more efficiently. A spark is quite likely to give up her share of a party's treasure in return for greater access to the magic acquired by her companions.

Racial Traits:
Sparks have the following racial traits.
Ability adjustments: A spark retains her ancestral race's ability adjustments. In addition, she gains +2 Charisma and -2 Wisdom.
Vision: A spark loses her ancestral race's special visual capabilities and gains low-light vision that allows her to see twice as far as a human in low-light conditions.
Skills: A spark gains a +2 racial bonus on Knowledge (arcana) and Spellcraft checks because she spends her life devoted to magic. A spark can use Knowledge (arcana) and Spellcraft untrained.
Spell-Like abilities: A spark retains any spell-like abilities that her ancestral race has and also gains the ability to use detect magic, Nystul's magical aura, Nystul's undetectable aura, and read magic each once per day (caster level equals spark's character level).
Favoured Class: Sorcerer. A spark loses the favoured class of her ancestral race and always favours sorcerer instead.
LA: +0."

[flame99]

I'll allow the Spark template.

[GiglameshDespair]

My sheet's done, I think.

Laugh of the Avalanche, the half giant girl with the very, very big club.

Ok, so how do our characters know each other? Dwarmin, our characters could have met in the Northern Wastes, when she was a girl struggling to survive rather than a mercenary killer like she was now. If maybe she tried to kill him, but was fought off (being much, much younger at the time). Later, they met again by chance, and recognised each other - her maul is rather distinctive, after all. So she has a kind of professional respect for him, and he respects her for surviving? Maybe.

Nerjin, I'm not sure about our characters. If you knew Dwarmin's, they could have met through him.

[Nerjin]

Well I'm thinking that Culpa may have hired Osirio as protection at some point of time when other mercenaries weren't available? Or perhaps the church hired him unknowingly and thus they have some history of working together though not since Culpa converted.

As for Ava... I don't know either.

[GiglameshDespair]

Hmm... maybe they just hadn't met? They met when they took the job.

I guess not everyone would have a deep backstory with each other. Now we just need to see the backstories of the two other characters...

[Nerjin]

Nothing wrong with that.

I was looking into Vampire and Lichdom because fun things to be right? Well, they have MASSIVE LA adjustments so... I guess I'll just have to settle for normal human guy for now. [[I was looking into it for later levels obviously.]]

Also, I'm sorta worried aobut the guns thing. How common are they in this setting?

[flame99]

Guns aren't very common. They're a recent invention, and a pricey one. Guns are really only used by the wealthy upper class, and even then, it's normally just small handguns. Your average person hasn't even seen one before, and has a decent chance of having never even heard of them.

[Dwarmin]

Ok, so how do our characters know each other? Dwarmin, our characters could have met in the Northern Wastes, when she was a girl struggling to survive rather than a mercenary killer like she was now. If maybe she tried to kill him, but was fought off (being much, much younger at the time).

Humm, a little of both, maybe. How does this sound?

Note, this would be from my characters perspective.

2 years ago...

Osirio hated the cold. He hated the snow, and the ice, and even the direction of North, and everyone and everything that lived there. What had possessed a Son of the Desert to come here, he wondered. He clung his far too thin wool coat even tighter, as if that would help.

Oh yeah, the gold. Enough to make him forget about his worries...for awhile. Guarding Caravans of frozen meat, a tribute from the pale Snow Lords to an Ice Dragon, so he wouldn't (in theory) pillage along this particular stretch of road while they traded in the summer melt. If it was him, he'd rather have killed it. You can't negotiate with things like that, not forever...and of course, the bandits-more hungry than selfish, up here-waylaid the caravans, hoping to stave off starvation. It made him feel odd, that. There should have been a proper Lord here, to enforce laws and toll roads, to force people to plant crops, even if he had to cave in some skulls to make them see reason. People shouldn't starve-it was wasteful. He could sympathize, to an extent. It was hard living in the desert, too. But, he could understand...still, he was being paid well enough not to feel guilty about it. Fortune was with them, however-no groups of bandits came swirling out of the snow, howling like wolves, not this time...the Dragon and his cohorts had been hunting, and his cultists was not merciful to those who tried to steal his food.

...

The relief of stepping into the "city"-composed of a few miserable, frozen faced Dragon cultists in heavy weather tents-was admirable. He could speak their language, at least. They invited him and the other guards to a small "celebration". They were putting the captured bandits to death. He decided to watch the festivities, so as not to seem impolite. At least it would be a proper battle, and not a straight killing-the bandits would get to fight.

He thought that was fair. Fair enough.

...

They had placed a dozen of them in a miserable pit, ringed with spikes. They had been tossed weapons and archers shot anyone who didn't fight. That got them moving. Most died, and more were brought in. Gore everywhere. The parts would also feed the Dragon. Everyone wins. His eyes about popped out of his head when he saw a fifteen year old girl dodging in and around the combatants, swinging a giant hammer much larger than herself. And she was laughing. How did she get in there, he wondered? She had lasted longer than the others-but, even she was flagging. The men were making wagers on how long she could last.

Something like distaste welled in Osirio's stomach. It was such a waste of talent. He despised waste. And, to die so young...he was consumed with loathing, but for what exactly, he did not-could not-say. He thought she might be a good investment, after all.

He spoke to one of the cult traders, her face hidden behind an icy dragon mask. Green eyes glittered with avarice. He would later think his voice was coming from somewhere else, that it would was not him. Why would he care of a striplings bandits life? What was it to him?

All the same, he said. "I'll be making you a wager. 15 gold that little one survives the next five rounds. But if she does so, you will be releasing her to me...and be giving me that nice brass wineskin you've got upon your belt. Are we having a deal?"

In the end, he had to settle for her surviving the next *ten* rounds.

The cost of doing business, he supposed. He really wanted that wineskin.

...

He saw the chains struck off her, and her things returned, and even her wounds tended-he didn't invest his money to see her die in the wastes to illness-but he had only then realized he didn't know what to do with her. She was unruly, undisciplined, wild. And too young for him, in any case. He didn't want to drag an orphan around the world. Especially not one who liable to cut his throat with that monster knife of hers.

In the end, he settled for a favor.

"You are owing me fifteen gold, little-snow-girl. And your life, as it is. But, I know you've got nothing on you, and nothing I want from you. So-tell you true, you mark me-I will be having your favor, one day."

He smiled, coldly. It was the only way you *could* smile up here.

"You will be making an oath on your mother, or fathers, or their graves, or your Gods or your own life-or even on your Gods-rotting snow, if you want. I care not. You are owing me a life debt, child. I see you again, I will call on it. You might not like what you pay. But, you will pay it. You are understanding, little-snow-girl?"

...

The favor cost him nothing, and had won him a decent wineskin made of real brass. Osirio pondered, as the caravan, filled with pelts and gemstones, made tracks Southwards. But he wondered if it would ever come to anything about what else he had won. Or maybe he would one day regret it?

Ah, fortune. Osirio was a hex-wizard. He knew too much about that to ever be comfortable. He had given luck. It almost always came back around.

Almost always.

[lawastooshort]

I think I am going to try a NE human bard, and I may ask the thread for some help with this. First though, is there anything that would be particularly useful to the existing group? depending on rolls I may only be able to concentrate on one of spells/skills/knowledge/helping in combat.

[Dwarmin]

As of right now, we're in an urban campaign with no skill monkey...need someone to unlock those pesky doors!

Though, I believe I can be party face.