I Am A: Neutral Good Human Bard/Rogue (3rd/2nd Level)
Ability Scores:
Strength-13
Dexterity-16
Constitution-14
Intelligence-14
Wisdom-14
Charisma-14
Alignment:
Neutral Good A neutral good character does the best that a good person can do. He is devoted to helping others. He works with kings and magistrates but does not feel beholden to them. Neutral good is the best alignment you can be because it means doing what is good without bias for or against order. However, neutral good can be a dangerous alignment when it advances mediocrity by limiting the actions of the truly capable.
Race:
Humans are the most adaptable of the common races. Short generations and a penchant for migration and conquest have made them physically diverse as well. Humans are often unorthodox in their dress, sporting unusual hairstyles, fanciful clothes, tattoos, and the like.
Primary Class:
Bards often serve as negotiators, messengers, scouts, and spies. They love to accompany heroes (and villains) to witness heroic (or villainous) deeds firsthand, since a bard who can tell a story from personal experience earns renown among his fellows. A bard casts arcane spells without any advance preparation, much like a sorcerer. Bards also share some specialized skills with rogues, and their knowledge of item lore is nearly unmatched. A high Charisma score allows a bard to cast high-level spells.
Secondary Class:
Rogues have little in common with each other. While some - maybe even the majority - are stealthy thieves, many serve as scouts, spies, investigators, diplomats, and simple thugs. Rogues are versatile, adaptable, and skilled at getting what others don't want them to get. While not equal to a fighter in combat, a rogue knows how to hit where it hurts, and a sneak attack can dish out a lot of damage. Rogues also seem to have a sixth sense when it comes to avoiding danger. Experienced rogues develop nearly magical powers and skills as they master the arts of stealth, evasion, and sneak attacks. In addition, while not capable of casting spells on their own, a rogue can sometimes 'fake it' well enough to cast spells from scrolls, activate wands, and use just about any other magic item.
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Monday, November 17, 2014
>>> I think that I missed...
Empty Eyes
A Bombshell in Parliament
Sometimes,
<growl> sometimes,
this is how I feel
<growl> inside
Underneath my skin
peel back the flesh
drain the blood
<growl> my beating heart
No tears
left to cry
<growl> empty eyes
<growl> all alone
Empty eyes all alone
empty eyes all alone
<growl> empty eyes all alone
Sometimes,
<growl> sometimes,
this is how I feel
<growl> inside
You left
walked out the door
<growl> broken promises
<growl> in your wake
No tears
left to cry
<growl> empty eyes
<growl> all alone
Empty eyes all alone
empty eyes all alone
<growl> empty eyes all alone
<scream> No tears
<scream> left to cry
<scream> empty eyes
<scream> all alone
Empty eyes all alone
empty eyes all alone
<growl> empty eyes all alone
<scream> No tears
<scream> left to cry
<scream> empty eyes
<scream> all alone <drag>
All alone <ballad drag>
A Bombshell in Parliament
Sometimes,
<growl> sometimes,
this is how I feel
<growl> inside
Underneath my skin
peel back the flesh
drain the blood
<growl> my beating heart
No tears
left to cry
<growl> empty eyes
<growl> all alone
Empty eyes all alone
empty eyes all alone
<growl> empty eyes all alone
Sometimes,
<growl> sometimes,
this is how I feel
<growl> inside
You left
walked out the door
<growl> broken promises
<growl> in your wake
No tears
left to cry
<growl> empty eyes
<growl> all alone
Empty eyes all alone
empty eyes all alone
<growl> empty eyes all alone
<scream> No tears
<scream> left to cry
<scream> empty eyes
<scream> all alone
Empty eyes all alone
empty eyes all alone
<growl> empty eyes all alone
<scream> No tears
<scream> left to cry
<scream> empty eyes
<scream> all alone <drag>
All alone <ballad drag>
... my calling as an emocore lyricist. XD
Friday, November 07, 2014
>>> The Swingin' Twenties...
Flat on your back on a hard, gravelly surface, you blink your eyes as you come to.
The bright lights overhead blind you momentarily and you shield your eyes with a hand as you squint. You ache all over and you can feel a wet stickiness on your arms and sides. You struggle to sit up on what you find to be a narrow strip of road.
You hear a sharp squeal as a blocky shape stops next to you. There's a loud rumbling coming from its front end. As your eyes focus, you make out the details of a Kord Model R automobile. A door slams open and you behold a dark-skinned dame with dark curls in a blood-stained cream flapper dress.
"Hurry up! Get in!"
Her words are a shout but seem to roar in your head, your ears ringing.
A large man with broad shoulders, dressed in a dark suit and wearing a black fedora with a cream headband, sticks his torso out of a window. The chattering of a tommy gun fills the air. He growls, "We don't have much time, kid. Get in the car. Now."
You feel arms lift you up from the ground and half-drag, half-carry you over to the car and unceremoniously throw you in. You turn as you try to sit properly and see a young black man, possibly barely out of his teens, slamming the door shut. You notice that his teeth are amazingly white as he shoots you a toothy grin, blood smeared across his face and clothes.
The automobile shoots off as the young man jumps onto the tailbar, a hand clapping his argyle flatcap to his head. The dame is driving and you realize that she's barely any older than the young black man hanging on for dear life in the back.
She shouts back into the wind, "Patrick Nemowe, if you die now, I will never, EVER forgive you!"
"Awww, shucks, Miss Paz, that's so sweet of you," came the reply, dripping with cheekiness. And how anyone could hear it over the racket, no one will ever know.
The big man growls as he reloads the tommy gun, "You still owe her thirty bucks, Nems. Now hang on tight, there are three of 'em and they're gaining!"
The young dame lowers herself to the wheel and floors it.
Looks like you're in for the ride of your life.
WHAT DO YOU DO?
... seems like a good setting for the Exalted.
The bright lights overhead blind you momentarily and you shield your eyes with a hand as you squint. You ache all over and you can feel a wet stickiness on your arms and sides. You struggle to sit up on what you find to be a narrow strip of road.
You hear a sharp squeal as a blocky shape stops next to you. There's a loud rumbling coming from its front end. As your eyes focus, you make out the details of a Kord Model R automobile. A door slams open and you behold a dark-skinned dame with dark curls in a blood-stained cream flapper dress.
"Hurry up! Get in!"
Her words are a shout but seem to roar in your head, your ears ringing.
A large man with broad shoulders, dressed in a dark suit and wearing a black fedora with a cream headband, sticks his torso out of a window. The chattering of a tommy gun fills the air. He growls, "We don't have much time, kid. Get in the car. Now."
You feel arms lift you up from the ground and half-drag, half-carry you over to the car and unceremoniously throw you in. You turn as you try to sit properly and see a young black man, possibly barely out of his teens, slamming the door shut. You notice that his teeth are amazingly white as he shoots you a toothy grin, blood smeared across his face and clothes.
The automobile shoots off as the young man jumps onto the tailbar, a hand clapping his argyle flatcap to his head. The dame is driving and you realize that she's barely any older than the young black man hanging on for dear life in the back.
She shouts back into the wind, "Patrick Nemowe, if you die now, I will never, EVER forgive you!"
"Awww, shucks, Miss Paz, that's so sweet of you," came the reply, dripping with cheekiness. And how anyone could hear it over the racket, no one will ever know.
The big man growls as he reloads the tommy gun, "You still owe her thirty bucks, Nems. Now hang on tight, there are three of 'em and they're gaining!"
The young dame lowers herself to the wheel and floors it.
Looks like you're in for the ride of your life.
WHAT DO YOU DO?
... seems like a good setting for the Exalted.
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Friday, October 24, 2014
>>> Do not resist...
MELGIN
Playlist
1. Hootie and the Blowfish - I Only Wanna Be With You
3. Pay money To my Pain - Same As You Are
4. Grabbitz - Here With You Now
5. Mayday Parade - Three Cheers For Five Years
7. Mayday Parade - Miserable At Best
Playlist
1. Hootie and the Blowfish - I Only Wanna Be With You
3. Yellowcard - Only One
3. Pay money To my Pain - Same As You Are
4. Grabbitz - Here With You Now
5. Mayday Parade - Three Cheers For Five Years
6. Pay money To my Pain - Another Day Comes
7. Mayday Parade - Miserable At Best
8. Sleeping With Sirens - Alone feat. MGK
My playlist of the day.
Strange that it has come to this.
But all things pass, so shall this.
Peace.
... give in to the Dark Side.
But all things pass, so shall this.
Peace.
... give in to the Dark Side.
ResistanceIsFutile:Vol4Ep2
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