Ember the Dacnomaniac
Female Half-Elf Cleric 1
Neutral Evil
Representing Brooke
Strength 15 (+2)
Dexterity 15 (+2)
Constitution 16 (+3)
Intelligence 15 (+2)
Wisdom 18 (+4)
Charisma 17 (+3)
Size: Medium
Height: 5' 5"
Weight: 130 lb
Skin: Tan
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Light Brown
Domains: Healing Magic
Energy: Negative [Harmful / Rebukes Undead]
Total Hit Points: 11
Speed: 20 feet [armor]
Armor Class: 17 = 10 +4 [scale] +1 [light steel] +2 [dexterity]
Touch AC: 12
Flat-footed: 15
Initiative modifier: +2 = +2 [dexterity]
Fortitude save: +5 = 2 [base] +3 [constitution]
Reflex save: +2 = 0 [base] +2 [dexterity]
Will save: +6 = 2 [base] +4 [wisdom]
Attack (handheld): +2 = 0 [base] +2 [strength]
Attack (unarmed): +2 = 0 [base] +2 [strength]
Attack (missile): +2 = 0 [base] +2 [dexterity]
Grapple check: +2 = 0 [base] +2 [strength]
Light load:
Medium load:
Heavy load:
Lift over head:
Lift off ground:
Push or drag: 66 lb. or less
67-133 lb.
134-200 lb.
200 lb.
400 lb.
1000 lb.
Languages: Common Dwarven Elven Gnome
Morningstar [1d8, crit x2, 6 lb, one-handed, bludgeoning]
Light Crossbow [1d8, crit 19-20/x2, range inc 80 ft., 4 lb, piercing]]
Scale mail [medium; +4 AC; max dex +3; check penalty -4; 30 lb.]
Light Steel Shield [+1 AC; check penalty -1; hardness 10; hp 10; 6 lb.]
Feats:
Spell Penetration
Traits:
Skill Name Key
Ability Skill
Modifier Ability
Modifier Ranks Misc.
Modifier
Appraise Int 2 = +2
Balance Dex* 2 = +2
Bluff Cha 3 = +3
Climb Str* 2 = +2
Concentration Con 7 = +3 +4
Craft_1 Int 2 = +2
Craft_2 Int 2 = +2
Craft_3 Int 2 = +2
Diplomacy Cha 9 = +3 +4 +2 [half-elf]
Disguise Cha 3 = +3
Escape Artist Dex* 2 = +2
Forgery Int 2 = +2
Gather Information Cha 5 = +3 +2 [half-elf]
Heal Wis 8 = +4 +4
Hide Dex* 2 = +2
Intimidate Cha 3 = +3
Jump Str* -4 = +2 -6 [speed 20]
Listen Wis 5 = +4 +1 [half-elf]
Move Silently Dex* 2 = +2
Perform_1 Cha 3 = +3
Perform_2 Cha 3 = +3
Perform_3 Cha 3 = +3
Perform_4 Cha 3 = +3
Perform_5 Cha 3 = +3
Ride Dex 2 = +2
Search Int 3 = +2 +1 [half-elf]
Sense Motive Wis 4 = +4
Spot Wis 9 = +4 +4 +1 [half-elf]
Survival Wis 4 = +4
Swim Str** 2 = +2
Use Rope Dex 2 = +2
* = check penalty for wearing armor
Zero-level Cleric spells: 3 per day
First-level Cleric spells: 2 (1+1) per day +1 from a domain:
Half-Elf:
• Immune to magical sleep
• +2 racial bonus on saves vs. enchantments
• Low-light vision (darkvision if half-drow)
• +1 racial bonus on listen, search, and spot checks
• +2 racial bonus on diplomacy and gather information checks
Cleric:
• Alignment Aura
• Spontaneous Casting (harm)
• Rebuke Undead (6x/day)
• High wisdom gains bonus spells daily
• Domain choices give additional abilities
Class HP rolled
Level 1: Cleric 8
Ember's Equipment:
57 lb
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57 lb Weapons / Armor / Shield (from above)
Total
More about Ember:
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Faint like a goat.
Bradley
O.O
1:07amMe
Whut?
1:07amBradley
nothin, the other thing was just spamming my email box
had like 20 unread messages xD
1:07amMe
Nioce xD
1:08amBradley
faints like a goat
1:08amMe
D: Nuuu, now your no fun
You dont screama anymore
1:09amBradley
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
1:09amMe
>:D
1:09amBradley
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
MY HITPOINTS!! THEY ARE DEPLETED
1:10amMe
OH GAWD
1:11amBradley
MY LIFE OOZES FROM ME LIKE A RED GO-GURT PACKAGE THAT GOT TOO HOT IN THE SUN AND EXPLODES
1:11amMe
OH GAWD WHAT HAVE I DONE!? I DONT WANT TO CLEAN THAT SHIT UP
D:
1:11amBradley
falls over on side and has seizure
1:12amMe
Oh just die already! D:<
Stop making a mess on my new carpets
1:12amBradley
rolls around spasming wildly, rolling on the floor with no control of my limbs
1:14amMe
Kicks you nonchalantly
1:14amBradley
coughs up blood onto the rug
1:15amMe
Why you son of a... Starts beating your torso with a frying pan
1:16amBradley
flails weakly, groaning in unbearable pain and continues coughing up blood onto your shoes
1:16amMe
Lays down and rolls around on top of you
1:17amBradley
stares in confusion
1:17amMe
Continues rolling around on your bloody carcass
1:18amBradley
throws up a bloody mess and passes out *probably dead.
1:18amMe
Wewt. >;D
1:18amBradley
revives as a zombie and grabs you by the neck!
1:19amMe
Whips out my trusty crowbar out of my ear and caves in your skull ripping your brains out like spaghetti
1:20amBradley
handsreactively clamp on extremely tightly to your neck while i'm dead, holding you in a powerful choke grip
1:21amMe
Gasps for air and flails limbs around, suddenly... A chainsaw emerges out of my armpit and I grab hold of it, cutting both of your arms off and one of mine
1:22amBradley
falls over onto the carpet, lifeless.
1:23amMe
Looks at my arm and shrugs it off as just a small loss. Although in the process our blood intermingled and I rapidly feel the effects of the virus
1:24amBradley
doesn't really know what to say now that i'm dead
O.O
1:07amMe
Whut?
1:07amBradley
nothin, the other thing was just spamming my email box
had like 20 unread messages xD
1:07amMe
Nioce xD
1:08amBradley
faints like a goat
1:08amMe
D: Nuuu, now your no fun
You dont screama anymore
1:09amBradley
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
1:09amMe
>:D
1:09amBradley
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
MY HITPOINTS!! THEY ARE DEPLETED
1:10amMe
OH GAWD
1:11amBradley
MY LIFE OOZES FROM ME LIKE A RED GO-GURT PACKAGE THAT GOT TOO HOT IN THE SUN AND EXPLODES
1:11amMe
OH GAWD WHAT HAVE I DONE!? I DONT WANT TO CLEAN THAT SHIT UP
D:
1:11amBradley
falls over on side and has seizure
1:12amMe
Oh just die already! D:<
Stop making a mess on my new carpets
1:12amBradley
rolls around spasming wildly, rolling on the floor with no control of my limbs
1:14amMe
Kicks you nonchalantly
1:14amBradley
coughs up blood onto the rug
1:15amMe
Why you son of a... Starts beating your torso with a frying pan
1:16amBradley
flails weakly, groaning in unbearable pain and continues coughing up blood onto your shoes
1:16amMe
Lays down and rolls around on top of you
1:17amBradley
stares in confusion
1:17amMe
Continues rolling around on your bloody carcass
1:18amBradley
throws up a bloody mess and passes out *probably dead.
1:18amMe
Wewt. >;D
1:18amBradley
revives as a zombie and grabs you by the neck!
1:19amMe
Whips out my trusty crowbar out of my ear and caves in your skull ripping your brains out like spaghetti
1:20amBradley
handsreactively clamp on extremely tightly to your neck while i'm dead, holding you in a powerful choke grip
1:21amMe
Gasps for air and flails limbs around, suddenly... A chainsaw emerges out of my armpit and I grab hold of it, cutting both of your arms off and one of mine
1:22amBradley
falls over onto the carpet, lifeless.
1:23amMe
Looks at my arm and shrugs it off as just a small loss. Although in the process our blood intermingled and I rapidly feel the effects of the virus
1:24amBradley
doesn't really know what to say now that i'm dead
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