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Post by K Man on Apr 25, 2004 17:58:08 GMT -5
Racial Table: The Rakasha | Level: | HD: | BaB: | Fort Save: | Ref Save: | Will Save: | Special: | Level 1 | 1d8 | +1 | +2 | +2 | +2 | Feat, subtypes (Evil, Lawful), 2 Claws 1d4, Alternate form 1/day (1 hour), vunerable to blessed crossbow bolts | Level 2 | 1d8 | +1 | +2 | +2 | +2 | Spells, Bite 1d6, +2 INT | Level 3 | 2d8 | +2 | +3 | +3 | +3 | +2 STR. Detect thoughts 1/day | Level 4 | 2d8 | +2 | +3 | +3 | +3 | Alternate Form 3/day (2 hours), Spell Immunity (1st) | Level 5 | 3d8 | +3 | +3 | +3 | +3 | Feat, +2 DEX | Level 6 | 3d8 | +3 | +3 | +3 | +3 | Detect Thoughts 3/day, Spell Immunity (2nd) | Level 7 | 4d8 | +4 | +4 | +4 | +4 | +2 CON, +2 WIS | Level 8 | 4d8 | +4 | +4 | +4 | +4 | DR 10/+2, Alternate Form at will, Spell Immunity (3rd) | Level 9 | 5d8 | +5 | +4 | +4 | +4 | +2 CHA, Detect Thoughts at will | Level 10 | 5d8 | +5 | +4 | +4 | +4 | +2 DEX, Spell Immunity (4th) | Level 11 | 6d8 | +6/+1 | +5 | +5 | +5 | Feat, Spell Immunity (5th) | Level 12 | 6d8 | +6/+1 | +5 | +5 | +5 | +2 CON, Spell Immunity (6th) | Level 13 | 7d8 | +7/+2 | +5 | +5 | +5 | +2 CHA, Spell Immunity (7th) | Level 14 | 7d8 | +7/+2 | +5 | +5 | +5 | DR 15/+3, Spell Immunity (8th) |
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Post by K Man on Apr 25, 2004 17:58:26 GMT -5
Beginning Racial Traits: - +2 CON, +2 CHA; Rakashas are tough and diabolically sure of themselves. - Speed: 40ft. - Darkvision 60ft. - Automatic Languages: Common, Infernal and Undercommon
Class Skills - Skill Points = 8+INT/Lvl - Bluff - Craft - Disguise - Listen - Move Silently - Perform - Profession - Sense Motive - Spot
Class Features: - Weapon and Armor - All simple and martial weapons, no armor or shields. - Claws - Natural weapon dealing indicated damage + STR. Melee. - Bite - Natural weapon dealing indicated damage + 1 1/2STR. Melee. Alternate Form - Any humanoid form or revert to natural form as a standard action. Similar to Alter Self spell cast by 18th level sorceror. Usable at indicated rate and eventually at will. - Vunerable to Blessed crossbow bolts - A blessed crossbow bolt that strikes a Rakasha slays it instantly. (No Save.) - Spells - Beginning at second level, a Rakasha can cast spells as a sorceror or level equal to its' hit dice. It can also choose 1st level cleric spells and cast them as arcane spells. - Detect Thoughts -At indicated rate with caster level equal to class level +4. (Save 12 + CHA Modifier.) - Spell Immunity - Starting at 4th level, is immune to all effects of 1st level spells. This ability increase with class levels. Like spell resistance, the rakasha may supress this ability at will.
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Xenzu
Veteran of the War
Home is where the heart is... In a box... Packed in salt.
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Post by Xenzu on Apr 27, 2004 2:25:12 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Name: Ajati[/glow] Level: 5 Exp: 10,000 Race: Rakasha Gender: Male Height: 6’2” Weight: 290 lbs Alignment: Lawful Evil Languages: Common, Infernal, Dwarvish, Elvish and Undercommon
STR: 14 (+2) (12 +2 Character Bonus) DEX: 15 (+2) (12 + 4th Lvl Bonus Point, +2 Char Bonus) CON: 12 (+1) (10 +2 Character Bonus) INT: 16 (+3) (14 +2 Character Bonus) WIS: 14 (+2) CHA: 18 (+4) (16 +2 Character Bonus)
HP: 52 AC: 21 (+2 Dex +9 natural) Speed: 40 Ft Init: +2
Base Attack Bonus: +3 Melee: +5 Ranged: +5
[glow=red,2,300]Saves[/glow] Fortitude: +4 (3 base +1 Con) Reflex: +5 (3 base +2 Dex) Will: +5 (3 base +2 Wis)
[glow=red,2,300]Feats[/glow] Dodge Blind Fighting Mobility Combat Expertise
[glow=red,2,300]Skills[/glow] Balance: +5 (+3 rank, +2 dex) Bluff: +11 (+7 rank, +4 cha) Listen: +10 (+8 ranks, +2 wis) Move Silently: +9 (+7 ranks, +2 dex) Sense Motive: +10 (+8 ranks, +2 wis) Spot: +10 (+8 ranks, +2 wis) Tumble: +9 (+7 rank, +2 dex)
[glow=red,2,300]Spells[/glow]
6 6 4
0 Level Spells Acid Splash Detect Magic Read Magic Mage Hand Dancing Lights Disrupt Undead
1st Level Spells Shield Mage Armor Magic Weapon Expeditious Retreat
2nd Level Spells Scorching Ray Summon Monster II
[glow=red,2,300]Racial Bonus (Current)[/glow] +2 CON, +2 CHA, +2 INT, +2 DEX
Spells, Bite 1d6
Speed: 40ft.
Darkvision 60ft.
Automatic Languages: Common, Infernal and Undercommon
Weapon and Armor - All simple and martial weapons, no armor or shields.
Claws - Natural weapon dealing indicated damage(1d4) + STR. Melee.
Bite - Natural weapon dealing indicated damage (1d6) + 1 1/2STR. Melee.
Vunerable to Blessed crossbow bolts - A blessed crossbow bolt that strikes a Rakasha slays it instantly. (No Save.)
Detect thoughts 1/day
Alternate Form 3/day (2 hours)
Spell Immunity (1st)
[glow=red,2,300]Equipment[/glow] Fine Travelling Outfit; Belt; Belt Pouch; Dagger (w/sheath) Silk rope, Caltrops, Masterwork Manacles, Signet Ring, Bottle of Fine Wine, Waterskin, Backpack, Masterwork sling, Masterwork Silver Morning Star.
[glow=red,2,300]Background[/glow]
“You know we eat our young.”
“Yes, Father.”
“And that if you are deemed unworthy, I will have to hunt you down.”
“I will give you a good hunt, Father, I will not be culled so easily.”
Shireith regarded the youth whom was kneeling in front of his chair, head bowed, with the nape of his neck showing. The large Rakshasa shifted in his throne, then looked away.
How easily I could kill this one. The Elders could not have deemed him worthy. No sooner had the thought crossed Shireith’s mind then the man-cub spoke.
“You will not kill me Father, I am still a good tool, and we are not ones to waste in our current state… Mother taught me that.”
Shireith flinched. The man-cub’s Mother had been Shireith’s last lover. Ronni had perished in the last dwarven attack, just before the man-cub came of age. He was unable to protect her against the bites of the Dwarven axe. Her screams still mingled with his dreams.
Anger welled within Shireith, “Your Mother didn’t teach you enough.”
With stunning speed Shireith was off of his throne and on the man-cub, his teeth locked around the back of his neck. A low growl issued forth from his throat.
Thank you Father. The thought registered in Shireith’s mind to late. The small dagger had already slid between his ribs, and the poison had frozen his muscles.
The man-cub removed his Father’s frozen form from his own. Taking the dagger, he slowly slid it across his Father’s throat.
Apologies to Mother, that you were not strong enough to defend her. Apologies to Mother, that you were not clever enough to save her. And apologies to Mother, for not culling the Dwarves yourself. The thoughts were the last to flicker across Shireith’s mind.
A year had past since Ajati had even thought of his Father. He spent most of his thoughts and focus on finding the Dwarven raiding party that slaughtered his Mother and destroyed half his tribe. He had learned about The Hammer, and the purification of other ‘lesser’ races. A low growl escaped Ajati’s throat. Lesser race indeed. He had killed elf, man, and dwarf alike. Ajati refocused and waited. How quickly hunter becomes prey if he becomes unwary.
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