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[The Fool]

Keep in mind that HIP won't keep you hidden after you attack. If you're only level 3 then you won't have very much HP and you'd have to risk being hit until you catch up in levels. On the other hand the Dark template also proves hide, and move silently bonuses, which would be fantastic if you wanted to sneak into a building.

I personally like the Tiefling with an Underdark feat. Seeing in a darkness spell is just so abusable that it's fun. Sneak attack damage everytime. Combine with Spring Attack for shenanigans.

[Zako]

Darkvision can't see through a darkness spell, can it? I don't think it can...

[The Fool]

If you take the At Home in the Deep (DotU, p.47) feat you can see through Darkness spells, and spell-like abilities. All you need is darkvision and Darkness as a spell-like. I believe Tiefling has both. Then you need either a wand of Darkness or a friend with the spell.

[Tidal]

Our ship was pulled into a Trans-Dimensional Whirlpool, spitting us into some random spot in this dimension.

[The Fool]

We could be denizens of Sigil that got pulled into a color pool while out sandsailing. The Outlands is basically a giant desert, so I can imagine that sandships would be common.

[Zako]

Well, At Home in the Deep sounds alright, maybe not enough to spend a feat on though... Also, I found a better version of darkness, the Blacklight spell, which is a sor/wiz 3 or darkness domain 3 for a cleric. It lets the caster see perfectly fine through it, but blocks the vison of others. I'm not sure that it can be cast on a rock, then have the rock thrown at someone to move the field of effect, but it can be cast on a person and it will stick to that person.

Maybe a bit of wizard or some kind of spellcasting class should be included in my build? If so, then I have NO idea since I have never played a spellcaster in d&d before.

[RAM]

Well, you can play something else with some spellcaster levels, in which case you want specific spells that you are willing to sacrifice the class levels and casting time for. Or you are a primary caster, in which case the general rule is 'Never ever ever ever ever even think about sacrificing any spell-levels or caster-levels...

[RedWarrior0]

I will be able to make it but very late.

[Zako]

I should be able to make it, if I got the time right. If so, it's at a good time! Now I just have to wait for approvals from our GM for the stuff I asked for, and then I can make a character sheet and play!

Oh and one more thing for approval:

Whisper gnomes (Races of stone)

[Theoboldi]

So since I'm bored and want the xp, here's my journal.

Spoiler: Adale's Journal (click to show/hide)

Okay, things are fine so far. The group has taken me, and so far I've been able to fool them. And right now we are so far away from Eriden that I can't even see it anymore. I should be safe for now, at least as safe as a mercenarie can be. But it's not like they'll expect a wizard to throw himself into danger, right?

The other guys on this ship seem to be fine enough and gullible people, but that one halfling mentioned something about his sister. He said her name is Stihe, and I think I heard that name somewhere before. I'm not sure where, but I heard it only recently. I'll have to think about this for a while.

In worse news, they just hired a naga of the street. Not very high standards I see. At least she doesn't seem to be trying to eat us. She even gave us some of her own food. She called them Pug Pa Potatoes. I'll just call them potatoes. Some kind of mouse, eaten raw, tough texture but excellent taste. Maybe I'll be able to get some more from him. I'll trust that naga for now.

Right now we're in front of a cave. The others said it's populated by bandits, and our job is to clean it. Should be easy enough. Most of the other mercenaries seem pretty tough so i'll just let them take the hits while I stab our enemys from behind. Just got to make sure to use some wands now and then so they don't get suspicious.

[The Fool]

When exactly is the session?

Oh, and I found this while looking for a kobold bard picture.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

[Tidal]

Ooh. Journals.

Spoiler: Solace's Journal (click to show/hide)

I lost all of my belongings when the ship sunk- the only thing that I think made it to... wherever I am in this desert... is my Bag of Holding. I found it just hopping in circles through the sand! Luckily, it seemed to have most of my stuff still in it. After studying the area where I crashed using my great repository of naturey knowledge, I have inferred that I am no longer in the Sunless Sea. It doesn't actually seems to be underground at all, as evidenced by the lovely, warm sun. I came across a crate of provisions marked with the Crest of Alfheim, so I assume that they are either in power here, or this fell from our ship. If I made it through to wherever this is, then maybe others survived the sinking as well!

After wandering the desert for awhile, looking for more wreckage from our boat, I finally came across a ship! This one isn't ours though, and it isn't even near the water. It puzzled me why there was a ship in the middle of a desert until much later, when it actually got moving. Turns out, you can sail on sand as well as water! These sandships are fascinating! The folks who were onboard are kinda odd, but seem to be harmless. One of them actually has some sorta Rainbow Rod of Rainbows! Ini wer wer jennu ir, I still can't decide what the hell that thing is supposed to do.

So that's what's going on, I suppose. Nothing out of the ordinary, if you discount falling through the bottom of an ocean to another realm of existence- one of the people here told me that it's actually a floating continent. Whatever. I suppose getting some degree of fame may help me locate surviving crew from the Midnight Gleam. I miss my little lincesa already...

[Araph]

Shoruke, I have a question about prestige classes. Would...

Spoiler: This Unnamed Prestige Class (click to show/hide)

 --- Prestige Class

Requirements:
   Must be proficient with at least one one-handed martial weapon
   Must be able to cast 3rd-level arcane spells
   Must have the Two-Weapon Fighting feat

Alignment:
   Any

Hit Die:
   d6

Class Skills:
   Balance
   Climb
   Concentration
   Craft
   Decipher Script
   Jump
   Knowledge(All)
   Profession
   Spellcraft
   Swim
   Tumble

Skill Points at each level:
   2 + Int modifier

Level | BAB | Fort | Ref | Will | Special
-----------------------------------------
1st   | +1  | +0   | +2  | +0   | +1 level of existing arcane spellcasting class
      |     |      |     |      |
2nd   | +2  | +0   | +3  | +0   | +1 level of existing arcane spellcasting class
      |     |      |     |      |
3rd   | +3  | +1   | +3  | +1   | +1 level of existing arcane spellcasting class
      |     |      |     |      |
4th   | +4  | +1   | +4  | +1   | +1 level of existing arcane spellcasting class
      |     |      |     |      |
5th   | +5  | +1   | +4  | +1   | +1 level of existing arcane spellcasting class
      |     |      |     |      |
6th   | +6  | +2   | +5  | +2   | +1 level of existing arcane spellcasting class
      |     |      |     |      |
7th   | +7  | +2   | +5  | +2   | +1 level of existing arcane spellcasting class
      |     |      |     |      |
8th   | +8  | +2   | +6  | +2   | +1 level of existing arcane spellcasting class
      |     |      |     |      |
9th   | +9  | +3   | +6  | +3   | +1 level of existing arcane spellcasting class
      |     |      |     |      |
10th  | +10 | +3   | +7  | +3   | +1 level of existing arcane spellcasting class
      |     |      |     |      |

be acceptable? It's the Eldritch Knight class with more requirements, good Ref saves instead of Fort saves, and a few different class skills. It's intended for an unarmored ranger(but actually fighter)/wizard-ish backup character.

Also, game in three hours, right? Or am I wrong?

[Haika]

Four hours I believe, though the server might be up in three. If we go with the time that was standard before the break(6pm EST I think it was).

And yes, Journal times. I'm a bit behind, but hopefully this will work, and be interesting enough to those reading.

Spoiler: Exerpt from 'Flowing Sand' by Lith Cadulith (click to show/hide)

...Time flows like sand sifting through dustform claws.

The sorcery of other adepts are strange to me. I observed one give up his being to his magics for immortality at the expense of great pain. Suffering to obtain is something I agree with, as it fits into the natural way of life in a desert. However, if I understand things correctly he also has a corruption that may interfere with his un-life as time goes on.

To me, life(and eventual death) is a definition of what we are. Existences struggle against the elemental forces at work in the world. Eventually we die, and return to dust. To be scattered among the dunes of the deserts by the caress of hot winds is an afterlife I hope to achieve when my time is done. It is an enticing thought, to spread myself across the land, and have no worry about bodily functions or persistent life goals.

No, I will not desire the release of death. I merely accept it when it eventually happens. I will not give up in my pledge to expand the deserts of the world. Nor shall I rest when rumors of ancient beasts who lived before the hated growth supporters are yet to be found.

It has been some time since I journeyed with this group. And there are many new faces aboard this sand ship as we approach the next objective. Mau is eager for bandit flesh, after waiting so long. I have been debating if I should give her the clawed enhancement of the panthers we fought in the city. After some study I believe I can replicate the effect, however the cost in both alchemical substances, and loyalty from the cat would cost more to me than the bonus she gets from the procedure. If it were not so, she would be altered immediately.

So for now we wait. My bow is strung and ready to shoot. My shapesand is eager to answer to my mental call. My various vials and splashes are ready to be thrown in combat.  And my spells wisp around my head, eager to be brought forward into my mind's focus.

Until the winds return me to the sand, I pledge my heart to the embrace of the desert...

[Dwarmin]

Must get in on journalese

Spoiler: Travelling Journal of Loaw-Kaldaka (click to show/hide)

Today is the day. All my training, my induction into the Order of the Warblade, even my conversion to the faith of the crossroads-they have prepared me for whatever I find. Ironically, I am moving back to where it all started-in the desert where I was tempest tossed.

I found myself reminiscing about the past...

Ever since our cursed vessel was slung beyond time and space by that horrible storm, and I landed in this...strange place. A shelf of land floating in the ether, much like the Sunless Sea, they say. Almost 5 years have passed for me since I lost my grip on Solace as the ship buckled and cracked, and I was drawn downward-not to a watery grave, as might have been guessed. My last sight was of her bravely fighting the waves and currents-with a great deal more success than myself, I might add. Then there was flash of green, yellow and pink...and I landed face down in fine white sand.

Sultana inik..

How often did I wonder if this was the afterlife in those confused times? How often did I question my sanity? For, I came close to despair many times, having looked for and found no trace of my friends in all this time, though I looked-by the Gods! Anyone would have thought me mad, yelling into the desert, searching every town for the faintest rumor, hoping I would be lucky.

Si charis astahii re tokeq, creol svaklar... creol tairais, nomagqe. Raknes Solace.

..and yet, it was not despair alone that would have taken me in the end-but loneliness, the pain of having my new friends and family torn from me. I wandered, not caring where. Against all odds, I survived...and found a calling. The Blade Master who would have slain me as a foe, spared me-recognized something in me-took me to my new home, the Monastery of the Minds Eye. Thus, I threw myself into martial training, chasing perfection.

No longer the clumsy warrior I was once, but now one with a degree of wisdom. Though, I feel it has taken a price on my spirit...they say wisdom increases sorrow, and for me it is true. I can no longer draw as much joy as I did before from simple things. It is all down to numbers now, split second maneuvers in combat, the narrowly avoided threats. Quite simply, I am always looking five seconds into the future, and living in the present becomes strange to me.

It seemed not so long ago (though my concept of time is somewhat skew, even now), I prayed to Fharlanghn-I finally found a Deity who accepted me, who would have guessed?-for guidance...and he told me to head to the place where it all started, saying when I arrived all would be revealed. I heeded the call the travel eagerly-back to the source. I know the exact spot, though what was left of our Ship is no doubt buried, or stripped to bones by now.

I have traveled...so very far. Not alone-for now, another one of my kind follows me.

Jaka si visidark... svabol nishka si ehtah svern nomeno frevor jonal?