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Here are some ideas I have.

I have a homebrew world.

Prestige classes:
Clay warpers

Make clay into things and bring the clay models to life, in full scale.

Android(no better name thought off xp )

Exchange body parts for metal items.

Monsters:

living metal, metal that can devour other metal to add to its size, it is immune to rust.

LOL, they are useful, imagine, being in a hopeless battle, and having a clay warper, pull out a 1 lb hunk of clay and shape it into a wall, lo' and behold the wall would appear where desired as the clay desintigrated, it is useful, plus it can be used for more than defence.

there are some rules i have encountered similiar to androids and limb exchanges. HGalf-golems provide a simple, if costly, form of limbmetal replacement, and I believe that Warforged are the equivalent of DnD Androids, more so if they take the Adamantine Body or Mithril Body feats. Half-Golems appear in MM2 and Warforged in both MM3 as well as Forgotten Realms

Well in every campaign I've run so far, mostly the latest ones I have thrown an npc or a few in the groups way. Some get along fine, while others remove fingers, hands or even legs, oh and please note that they are all second edition.

Gesial Ambrose/Tiefling/Male/ Ranger-Thief/ Neutral good/ Bleak Cabal

A

Str: 17
Dex: 18
Con:16
Int: 13
Wis: 16
Chr: 16

Wears dark blue leather armor, weilds two scimitars strapped to his hips, each scabbard bears the symbol of the Bleak cabal on it. On his shins to each one he has a machete strapped to each one. He commonly fights in melee with one weapon in each hand, using a combination of Scimitars and Machetes, sometimes matching other times not. Strapped to his back he carries a short bow with a small quiver of 30 arrows. His Physical appearance is as follows: he stands 5'11 and weighs 184 pounds. He has black dread locked hairand cerulean blue eyes. He has a forked tongue, Spiny ridges that cover his body, a thin tail fangs, feline shaped eyes, and a pair of small horns protroud from his fore head.

His special abilities from his race are: Infravision 60 feet, 1/2 damage from cold and electrcity, detect magic 3/per day, a +2 save Vs Acid,Darkness 15 foot radius 1/per day, Mirror Image 1/Per day, and Chill touch 1/per day. As a member of the Bleak Cabal he is a immune to maddness endusing spells and things that cause insanity. As a ranger he has a +4 bounus to hit and Damage Baataezu (devils).

The Bleak Cabal beleive that there is no meaning in the universe, that there is no great deep secret to it. That everything is pointless. They are often called madmen, or bleakers. Poets of this faction are often called Bleaknics.


"Heh, so you want to know about me eh? Whats the point? I have no grand information to help you out so pike off you sodding leatherhead...Well I guess your persistant enough. Sure I'll tell you my lovely tale then. I was born 22 years ago in Plague-mort, yes that gate town that teeter totters into the Abyss every so often, I survived that happening twice. Anyway, I was born to a whore, who had no clue WHO or WHAT my father was. I just don't care, no point in knowing he may have already died in the blood war, old age, disease, who cares? I cetrainly could careless, life has enough problems, so why worry about the inevitable. Harlots bear many children, some like myself get trained as theives. My small hands were put to usage by a larger thug. Eventually my mother settled down with a man who loved her. His name was Avarn he taught me about hunting and killing Baatezu, that damnable race of Tyranical fiends. Of course I have no love of anything Lower planar, they bring on enough suffering. Well he trained me in how to kill a Baatazu, like a hunter teaches his son to hunt deer. He was the closest thing I had to a fatherHe taught me about weapons, and helped me with my skills of opening locks, taught me how to survive the prison of Carceri, how to fight when I lose sight. Anyway I was happy, untill one day he left for the blood war. See dark of it is, a powerful Baatezu was running a black one for him, so he asked some strong being of the abyss for help...Well it was time for a favor to be called in. I was only 15 when he died. He was used in the frontline of a bloodwar skirmish over someplace where the Tanar'ri lost.... Well the land was won back, but at a great cost of lives. My mother died three years later, murder. See she has become a prostitute again, she had lost so much, her heart just died. So she used her body to perpetuate us through life. I picked pockets and that helped get the crust of bread and watered down soup. I came home with some meat, and I found her dead in our home. Her throat had been slashed. I broke down and cried. After two nights I spoke to her retainer, apparently she had some money in an account, a total of 550 gold, so I took the portal to sigil. The hair ripped from my scalp never felt more freeing. I spent a year in the Hive of Sigil helping mothers track there children down. It paid very little maybe a copper coin every few days, but with the 550 gold I had....it helped me from starving. There was one cold day in the Hive, when I had no money on me, that I could spend. I had to pay for my shoddy kip and someone must have picked my pockets. I was staggering and then I fell. I knew I was as good as dead in the hive. I woke up oddly enough, in a warm house. I saw a woman her name, was Ambara. She was beautiful. Her hair was long, and smooth. It was honey brown, her eyes, a soft green. Her skin a creamy peach color. She looked at me 'collected your self eh?' I nodded 'what in the nine hells were ye doin past out on the street'. I told her I had been walking home. She smiled and looked at me, no into me. I felt love, a love so amazing as comparible to anything else. She and I looked at one another for an hour, and then we kissed, we made love too. I felt so alive! I finally found happiness."

"Eventually she and I moved to a nicer kip, a series of flats. She and I were happy, till she had my child when she and I grew happier. I was out one day when she was with child, she was close so I fetched a midwife. Little did I know that the Harmonium and the Mercykillers would destroy all this..... Apparently she was an Anarchist, pah I beleive that about as much as I beleive Tanar'ri know order. A fight broke out, when I cam home, two mercykillers and a harmonium officer lay dead, as did she. A pools of blood was under her and our dead child. I screamed in agony ' WHY!?!?!?! WHAT CRUEL POWER MOCKS ME? WHY DID THIS HAPPEN?? HAVEN'T I SUFFERED ENOUGH?' a Harmonium memeber came by to take the bodies. I yelled at him and attacked him, I let him squirm away with his life......this time. I went to the Gatehouse, the biggest asylum in sigil to check myself in.... I stopped, the Bleakers who ran this place seemed to aleviate suffering. I talked to one. She was a fellow tiefling, I told her my story and she felt sorry for me... Normally the Bleak Cabal turns away new entires, I wasn't. I beleive that the universe is full of pain and suffering. There is no hidden secret, only lies. I became a Bleaker to help others ease there pain, and so I shall.........till the day I die. Before that day comes though, the Harmonium and Mercykillers will suffer for killing my wife and daughter........two innocent lives whom they penned in the dead book. Soon I shall pen there names in the deadbook too, and finish with my own when Justice is completed, pah and the Mercykillers say they are justice......."

Yusima Rochina/Female /Ogre Magi/ Fighter/ Lawful Neutral (with good tendancies)/Harmonium
A

Str:17
Dex: 18
Con: 18
Int: 13
Wis: 12
Chr: 14

She wears a dark red gi that is fairly conservative. She has a long black topknot that seems to flow down her back freely. She has the symbol od the harmonium on her left breast. She often tapes down her knuckles and wears a pair of leather sandals on her feet. At her sides, close to her hands she carries a set of punching daggers. In combat she often attempts to subdue opponents rather then out right kill them, Using her natural charm person abilities (only one charm per day, usually on a groups leader). When a battle begins to turn bad, she will often cover the backs of others and then scoop up others and fly off with them. Her skin is a soft powder blue color, her eyes a softer purple Her topknot goes up 8 inches and then flows down her back 3 feet. She stands a whalloping 8'8". However all questions on lady Yusima's weight seem to be answered with a glare, a stern look, or a threat of being arrested.

The Harmonium beleives that the universe needs peace and harmony, and that there hand is what will bring it to this universe that has seen so much chaos and evil. They do not care iof war must be used to get peace they do what they must!


"Oh Hello, my name is Yusima Rochina, namer of the Harmonium." SHe bows politely "Is there anything I may do for you on the Harmoniums Behalf?, Oh you wish to know about me? Well......Okay I guess I can tell you, but I really should seeing as to how I am still on Patrol. My life began 28 years ago. I was born in Fortitude, the gate town to the most pleasant Plane known to all sentient creatures. I lived with my parents at there tailors shop. Which I will admit was rather dull, however I saw many people and creatures walk in, then again I probably saw hundreds more, just didn't realize it. Well it all happened when I was about right. You see my father had recieved a HUGE order from the Harmonium for some ceremonial clothes, and uniforms for working the barracks in Sigil. Now ever since I was a little girl I had heard of Sigil, sitting peacefully atop the spire. I never heard too many people say good things other then its a good spot to hide away from powers. I watched as my father and his apprentices worked fastidiously to make the clothes, I even took one of the emblems and I would wear it when nobody was around."

" Well after four months of hard working. It was time to go to Sigil, when I went there I was struck in awe and disgust. The city seemed so disorderly and lawless, men were collecting dead, and heaping them into carts. Others spke about how the universe was supposed to be destroyed, one verbose tiefling woman spoke of the Harmonium was just full of bullies who wanted things there way! Well as my father and I finished the trip to the Barracks, our nice headquarters might I add. We were mugged, well sure enough a few minuites later two men and a woman came up with the thief, and asked if this was ours. The woman held up a coin purse, the one I made my father just a year ago. Sure enough that bad man was arrested and sent to the prison. Well I was amazed by there honor and respect that seemed to flow from them. We went back to Fortitude soon after, I asked my father about The Harmonium. He said many good things about them. So after a few weeks I began to follow patrols about for about five years. On my 14th birthday I asked for some Harmonium books and flyers. My parents seemed surprised, but I was obliged. Oh sure I recieved many things for my birthday that year, but I read through the books a million times. It was so amazing!"

"Well a few years went by, and I begin to practice weapons. Swords could break easily or rust if left out in the water. So I chose to punch and kick. Alot of the boys looked at me oddly yet they looked even odder after I beat them in a fight. When my 18th birthday arrived, my father gave me a pair of punching daggers and wished me luck. He said he knew how much I wanted to be in the Harmonium, he paid my entry fee and all. I was so excited I cried in joy and hugged him. My parents and I walked to the training camp. I hugged and kissed them good bye. I trained for six years. Those years were tough, all the physical training, and sparring to name the least of it."

" My training ended when I was 26. They let me go home to see my parents for two years which I was happy about. My Mother and Father had both aged since I had last seen them. I was on an easy service for two years, simply handing out pamphlets and books on the Harmonium. Until a few days before my 28th, I was supposed to go to Sigil. I went to the Training camp and took the portal out to here in Sigil, I even got the chance of meeting Factol Sarin, who is a VERY handsome and impressive man. Well I need to get back to work, crime doesn't rest and Harmony must perservere"

Shaik'Ktech Jhecknar/female/Githyanki/Neutral good/enchanter/Beleiver of the source.

Str: 11
Dex: 17
Con:15
Int: 19
Wis:13
Chr:16

Shaik'Ktech is a slender githyanki, she stands 5'6" and barely weighs in at 98 pounds, her bones seem to push there way out of her skin, however she is naturally tough and her health has seemed to have had no turns for the worse due to her low weight. She is commonly seen wearing her Jet black hair held in topknot, which makes her hair plume out and look like a spiders whose legs are out stretched. Her eyes hold a great intellegence and wisdom to them. Her tongue is a deadly weapon considering the fact that she is an excellent debator, and singer. Her attire consists of a tight marron blouse, and a very loose and billowy pair of trousers that are a light blue color. She carries her spellbook at her side which has what appears to be a magical rune on it (its just for show honestly) Her skin has the typical githyanki skin tone (Peach with an overtone of yellow to it), at her side along with her spell book she carries a sling and five dozen stones. SHe is 35 years of age.

Her spell book contains the following spells and incantations: Charm Person, Sleep, Friends, Spook, SHocking Grasp, Detect magic and Read Magic. As an enchantress she cannot cast Necromancy or Evocation.

Beleivers of the Source: This faction beleives that life springs forth from some one great divine spring at the center of the universe. They beleive that life constantly evolves from one body to the next. Every person is another person reborn, you may have been born a human but whose to say what you will come back as next eh? For all you know you may come back as a slathering dretch of the abyss, or a magnificant solar.

"Oh hello there, you seem troubled travler. Might i help you with directions? What ain't you ever seen a githyanki treat someone with kindness before? Well I can understand your skepticism, we do not have the kindest of histories or dignitaries. Well tell me about yourself, you seem intresting. I take it however you want to know a bit about me. My name is Shaik'Ktech Jhecknar, as you can tell a githyanki and beleiver of the source from my badge on my blouse. I am also an exile, mostly because I do not hold other races in contempt and I do not beleive in holding slaves. I do not beleive Gith would have wanted her people to keeps slaves. I know Zerthimons people abhore slavery. What, your surprised I refer to the Githzerai's own messaih with respect? Why shouldn't I? Leaders deserve respect, and he was more peaceful then Gith. My personality isn't want got me eviled cutter, its my beleifs and thoughts"

" I beleive that the freed persons who were once slaves to the filthy illithids should be united. That Githyanki and Githzerai should both throw down there arms and embrace one another in a brotherly manner, not slaughter one another in hunting of illithids. What if Zerthimon was right, in taking the people so as to better themselves to stand strong against the illithids oppression? Or maybe Gith was right in the idea of slaughtering the illithids? Whose to say but Gith and Zerthimon and they ain't talking thats for sure. I feel strongly that all gith should stand as one and cast away the titles of Yanki and Zerai, if both or peoples united we could be strong, and fight the true villan. The illithids, the tentacled enslavers of worlds. Those who cause minds to fester and atrophy into what they consider a perfect meal. WHile they grow the Gith people fight amongst themselves, like little children."

" I know some folks say I should be a bleaker because my idea of seeing the two races is barmy, but I beleive strongly that what was once one that became two can become one again. I have spoken to githzerai around sigil about this. Most of them consider me barmy, while others seem to think of my idead as a rather hende ( VERY GOOD) notion. They have lost there own brother and sisters in rrakama bands hunting those rusting (four letter anglo saxonism) illithids only to lose those they love to both the flayers of minds, and the people of gith. I truly feel sorry for all those who have died in the struggle against the illithids, and I feel even more sympathy for those who have become slaves to them.....there fates are best left unsaid"

"You may wonder why I joined the godsmen (nickname for the Beleivers of the Source), Well I belive that I might, juts MAYBE be the one to unite the Githyanki and Githzerai. In all honesty I beleive someone like that may have existed before, yet died in the pursuit. I have asked other members. Some say I have gone barmy, but others. Others say I may be one to something. Of course I may make a third race of gith. I pray that I do not though, our races are divided enough as it is, and it tears me enough to think of the countless Githzerai and Githyanki lives lost because of different views, well I guess I've told you enough of my life story. Now tell me of yourself"

Vorkin Thunderhoof/Bariur/Male/ Neutral Good/ Priest of Gond the wonderbringer/ Society of Sensation.
B

Str:14
Dex:16
Con:16
Int:17
Wis: 17
Chr: 14

Vorkin stands in at 7'7" inches and weighs 734 pounds. He has a basic male bariur body, human chest, torso, facem and arms and small curved ram horns on his head, and the four legged body of a goat below. His fur is a soft ash gray color which he lets grow out to a short length, so as to show off his tattos. He bears a tatto of Gond ( a large golden cog) on his left hind leg, along with the factions symbol on his right hind leg. He has raven black hair that he lets flow down to his neck, when it grows past that, he cuts his hair.He wears studded leather barding and carries a footmans flail, and a heavy crossbow across his back. He carries in a few satchels many books on architecture, engineering, locksmithing and weaponsmithing. His most dangerous object is the set of bag pipes he has, he loves there sound and few others appreciate them. He is commonly seen wearing a dark green vest with the symbol of gond stitched on it, and at all times has a series of lock picks. He carries a few jars of ink (various colors too) and many quills plus about 10 pounds of blank paper, always scribbling new ideas down. He has a bit of a wild spark in his big brown eyes, The spark of an excited child who has just discovered something new...

Society Of Sensation: To truly know the universe one must feel it, embrace it upon all levels, indulge into it with taste, touch, smell, sight, and sound. That is how one truly lives. There are so many experiences to experience in life, embrace all of them.

" Well what is it you wished to know? Oh about me? I see.... Well normally I do not spout out my life story to just any sod I see, but as a fellow sensate I suppose I can allow for it, besides I've never told my life story before so what the hell. Well You know my name, I was born in Tradegate, gate town to Elysium. As far as a Bariur's childhood, mine was oddly.....tranquil oh sure most of my kind run about the upper planes in herds, but my parents they were an armorer, my father and a midwife my mother. I have two younger sisters back there too, but thats neither here nor now. I see that my gear caught your attention. Ya see I'm a Gondar, a specialty priest of Gond, the Wonderbringer. You know Gond, he's the god of invention and creation in Toril or Faerun, same place different name. Anyway ever since I was a child I have always been intrested in engineering and how and why things work. Oh sure you can say 'they just do' or 'it just works that way', however a truly intellegent person will ask something 'WHy does it work like THIS', perhaps if I tinker around with my bagpipes I could make them produce a higher note."

"What got me to become a priest of Gond though is a rather amusing tale. It involves a tinkerer, a rogue modron, and a keg of ale. You see this prime tinkerer came out to the planes and saw a rogue modron, well he procedded to ask the creature how it worked. Well it grew later into the night and well the modron fell asleep and the tinkerer begin to try and examine its parts. Well the modron was not too happy. Well that just sparked the kindling of my creativity. So I began asking around if anyone could or would teach me. Well one day an old man, he was a human came in and heard my inqueries. He told me all about Gond the Wonderbringer, and began to teach me of his ways."

"As a young Bariur I was amazed by it. I asked to see his ideas. He had many amazing plans drawn. One was of some iron vehicle that protected the people inside while they could fire off arrows, spells or crossbow bolts. I myself have many plans......none of which I will speak to you of. A genius has to guard his secrets, you know? Now as to how I became a sensate..... Thats an even odder tale. Initially in my youth I wanted to make things that were powerful, and dangerous. Well I drew up the schamatics for a magical catapult that could hover on land or go high into the air. Well the Doomguard wanted me, but.......they are a little too vicious in my book. I figured I should join the Sensates because, well my goal in life is to invent as many different things as possible, and I pray to gond they work. If my faith is pure and Gond agrees I beleive Sigil may see some new creations, if not....... Well then Sigil will see some new Craters! HAHA"

Agni Ystori/Female/Fire Genasi/ Fighter mage/Chaotic Neutral/ DoomGuard

Str:17
Dex:16
Con:15
Int:19
wis:13
Chr:8

Agni Ystori is a frightening woman to say the least.. Her heritage to a salamander shows in her vicious streak. She is only 5'5" and weighs in at 136 pounds, she is 28 years of age. Her eyes are a dark deep brown, her hair dances like whisps of flame at most moments (its thought this is what happens when she gets excited). Her face has a long large slash mark across it, which runs down from her left eyebrow which has a few peircings in it across her nose down to part of her left lip. THis happened when she was younger, she intentionally made sure the wound would scar over, she has severally slashes across her arm, when she was learning her weapons these were marks of carelessness. Her personality is best said to being compaired to that of an angered fiend. She is mean spirited and has little remorese for her actions that cause destruction and harm. She has an air of superiority about her. She was born and raised in the chaotic town of Xaos. On her person she wears leather armor, and carries a Dagger and Cutlass along with a crossbow on her back. SHe often fights with one cutlass and a dagger, or two daggers. Since these inflict less damage she beleives them to cause a more painful decay...

In her spellbook she carries the spells Burning Hands, Magic Missile, Chromatic Orb and Grease.

The Doomguard: This faction beleives in continual destruction of all things about the multiverse. They beleive in breaking everything down to the point of nonexisatnce. The Doomguard are one of the more violent factions, and people often call them sinkers.


"What do ye want ye sodding leather head?!?! A bleeding interview? What in the hells is wrong with ye? Yer a bit barmy aren't ye? Then go to the madhouse and get out of my face"*

*It was at this point the interviewer was stabbed in the stomach by a dagger. Agni Ystori would speak her story, but getting her to would be a bit more difficult.

" Ye again!!! Yer about as sodding difficult to get rid of, your worse then razorvine. DO ye still want the sodding interview? Oh fine heres your interview!" It was at this !!"**

**It was at this point the Interviewer got smashed in the face with a crossbow and the kicked in the stones. Miss Ystori was being a bit difficult. Infact I was given a resignation slip by my normal interviewer. I begged and pleaded for him to stay, and with the right amount of gold he did, but said next time I would have to interview the fire crotched genasi, and that if she hit him again I would feel it too.

"YOU AGAIN!!!!!!!! UGH HOW MANY TIMES MUST I BEAT YOU!?!?!?! Well I suppose I can give you an interview. You have been rather patient, and I have broken you down a little bit. Well my anme is Agni Ystori, I am a member of the Doomguard. A faction that will soon prove itself to be true. Ya see the Domguard is right you know. The quasielemental plane of dust. WHenever you go there you begin to disintegrate immediately. Anyway the Doomguard has big plans for the planes. Ones that'll send all those law loving harmonium boys straight back packing to Arcadia. WHy did I join the Doomguard? Simply put, I like destruction. Its in my blood. Fire burns and ruins all that it touches. I joined the doomguard for power. Power of the fearful currs who would laugh at the power of flame, who think they can tame it. All shall burn save for the Doomguard, they shall be standing there laghing as we ourselves begin to disintegrate into nothing"

"My roots mean nothing, my history means nothing. Omy the future FOR THE DOOMGUARD!!!!!! ONLY THE DOOMGUARD!!!!! So you go an run along now and tell whoever your boss is to stop messing with the me and the Doomguard or else, I'll show him TRUE entropy and destruction"***

*** It was at this point the interview ended. It ended mostly because of two main reasons A) Ms.Ystori was getting a little, hot headed (sorry to all my fire genasi readers out there) B) the Interveiwer was soon in a mealstrom of a tavern brawl, this was a Tin cup place she frequented. I heard that she managed to scribe a few folks in the dead book, before fleeing to the armory. It was after this dangerous assignment that I had a new questioneer interview the next man.

Verdak Kroth/male/Githzerai/ true neutral/ wizard/ The Transcendant order

Str:8
Dex:18
Con:10
Int: 19
Wis: 17
Chr:15

Verdak is a guant githzarei male, he stands 6'10" and weighs in a 124 pounds. He dresses in an unusual fashion, he is also 43 years of age. He wears a tunic where the left side of it is completely white, the right is completely black, the two colors meet in the center to form a grey weave. He has two sashes. A red one that hangs from his left shoulder that is woven in with the grey fabric to his right hip. A blue Sash hangs from right shoulder down to his left hip. This fabric all meets at the center to form a grayish purple coloration. His skin is a yellowed parchment color. On his head his black hair is kept in a topknot above his scalp. On his actual scalp he has tattooed a map of all the outer planes.on his hands tattoed ar the inner planes. When held together his hands are in effect a map of the elemental planes. His eyes are a dark amber color, however these a rarely seen because he is commonly seen wearing a blind fold. He wears a single knife in his belt, along with a pair of grey trousers. In his Spell book he has Chill Touch, Chromatic Orb,Color spray, and magic Missile.

The Transcendant Order: This faction beleives that in order to be pure of mind you must harmonize your body to work with your mind at all times. The most purest action is action without thoughr. The Transcendant order strives for personal harmony (which is viewed with some suspicion by the harmonium, who themselves wish for universal peace and harmony)

*Editors note. My new interviewer approached Verdak and said not a word, before the githzerai began to speak.

"You wish for an interview? then I shall give you an interview. I am Verdak Kroth of the Transcendant Order. I am also a wizard. You wish to know me, then know me you shall. I was born in sigil, far from Limbo in the clerks ward to githzerai parents, whom ran a business in sigil, importing and exporting. I had a talent for the arts at a young age and was immediately taught how to use them. As I began to grow, the world around me grew too. I saw that there are too many extremes in the multiverse. Extremes are too dangerous. The outer planes and inner planes of extremes. As are the prime material worlds. Krynn attempts to hold sway of balance, yet fails because historically Good defeated evil, yet after the chaos war evil usurped good. You may see a blance I do not. A balance would mean that both "good" and "evil" would hold equal control of Krynn. Athas is filled with those who manipulate and kill. Faerun is filled with those who strive towards purity."

" Who am I you ask? I am the brightest darkness and the darkest brightness. Order within chaos and the chaos within order. I see myself as a blancing force. I joined the transcendant order because they belive in balancing ones mind and body. WHen a balance is acheived only then will true purity of the planes be known. Githzerai stride to make balance, yet we do not because of chaos."

"Has this interview been enough my young friend? Or shall I speak more? The Transcendant order strives for balance. Balance of the mind, balance of the soul and Balance of the body. The other factions cannot.. The Athars beleif in the fact that the powers are not really as high and mighty is wrong.. how can something that creates life just on whim be weak? The beleivers of The Source are misguided, they beleive themselves to be constantly reincarnated, some beleive they have lived before. How are they to know if they have been re-born? One does not remember there pasts when they are given a new mind, body, soul and name. The Bleak Cabal is lost they think the multiverse has no meaning. The universe has meaning to it, one must find there own personal meaning, not all is bleak and lost. The Doomguard's philosphy about everything breaking down and destruction is childish. All things destroy themselves yes, decay is a natural part of the universe, if they beleive so strongly in entropy, why hasn't there faction fallen apart? The Dustmen beleive that we are already dead and have died. If so then why do we still feel emotions? The Fated are covetous and greedy, why serach for joy in money? why hoard and rarely use? SO what you can take, anyone stronger, bigger or more powerful can take from you. The Fraternity of order looks for legal loopholes. Some lays are too simplistic that loopholes cannot exist. The free league is far too varied and would be impossible to unify with so many people flying the flags of individuality. The Harmonium strives for universal peace and harmony, what good is peace and harmony if its under a tyrannical dictator. Some creatures view chaos as harmoniuous, others law. The Mercykillers belive that punishment leads to perfection. If that was so, all children who were punished would be perfect. The Revolutionary league is flawed, because they beleive we will know the truth once order has fallen, if order falls then how will countries and city states be improved? The Sign of One beleives that thought is what moves the multiverse. They are close, it is beleif and actions. Beleif and actions has caused Plaguemort to slip in and out of the Abyss on repeated occasions. The Society of Sensation are lost Hedonists... And the Xaosect is just far to chaotic to amount to any longterm plans."*

* the new interviewer of Verdak Kroth came to me wearing the faction symbol of the transcendant order. He told me to meet with this githzerai at some point. He said he spoke very convincingly.

Initially I had only these six, and all of these were divided 3/3 down the middle

These two were adopted in and the party pretty much saddled them up for combat and adventuring.

Arvanda Servantes/ Chaotic Good/ Female/ Priestess of Bast & Wizard/ Sign Of One

Str:11
Dex:16
Con:12
Int:17
Wis:18*
Chr:16

* Despite her race she recieves a +1 bounus to wisdom for being a Priestess of Bast.

Arvanda is a small framed Tiefling woman of twelve years, she stands five feet and five inches, with long brown hair braided into many braids down her back with the symbol of Bast used as beads in all of the braids. She has red eyes, her body is covered in strange runes and striped markings, her skin is greasy and she has a long thin tail. Her ancestor powers from her fiendish blood are: Suggestion 1/per week, 1/2 damage from electricity, Misdirection and mirror Image each once per day. She wears tight fitting leather armor, that leaves little to the imagination. Her family were members of the Indeps, however there village was destroyed in the chaos of the Blood war. She was taken to the Helping Hands Orphanage in Automata eight years ago. Her personality is somewhat vain, like that of her goddess.

"What do you want? Listen Cyrus will pen you in the dead book if you try anything. What an Interview? Well okay....... Ummmmm. What should I say, I lived a hard life, I'm a signer because I think if enough people think Opptimissticly then the multiverse will be a happier place, and I think Bast makes the universe happier, because she is a lucky and happy goddess!"

Frogface/ true neutral/ Male Mongrelman/fighter/ Bleak Cabal

Str:17
Dex:16
Con:16
Int:12
Wis:15
Chr:8

Frogface is a stark contrast to the Bird Whisperer. He keeps his body and deformed form hidden well beneath a series of thick rags. Underneath these rags he wears a set of studded leather armor. As for his weapons he carries a halberd, a composite longbow,a club, a blow gun and a broadsword. Despite his young age Frogface has seen alot of hardships, and alot of suffering. His family when he was young was used as slaves by a cruel Tanar'ri overlord. He rarely speaks and does not speak often. Making people think he is a dumb mute. Which works fine for him. He really doesn't want attention. It was impossible to interview him however though. However one of the spies was able to take a look at him before he became covered up. His face is a mixture of Bullywug, Saytr and Gnoll features. His chest and torso is Saytr, and his arms one is a gnolls and the others is a dwarf. Finally his legs are a mixture of goblin and crabman, His hair is grey and his eyes are yellow and grey.


These three have been added to there group because the party doesn't have any real offensive mages, or a good cleric......I added Jayzel for story reasons.

Jayzel Xionaxal/True Neutral (evil tendancies?)/Tiefling/thief/Revolutionary League*

Str:15
Dex:19
Con:16
Int:11
Wis:15
Chr:15

*Often poses as an Indep, Bleaker, Godsman, or a member of the Athar

Jayzel is five feet and eight inches, he's 27 years of age, and wighs 169 pounds. He has black wispy hair, and brown eyes. He has pointed ears, goat like legs, small horns on his temple,feline shapped eyes, and a strong rotting odor to him. His special abilities are invisibility 2/per week,+2 save vs cold, 1/2 damage from cold, Vampiric touch 1/per week, and ESP 1/per day. Jayzel wears black leather armor and has a bluish grey cloak as well.

"Well, well, well look what the imp dragged in. What is it you want? An interview? PAH why should I give you an interview? Look I will say this much, and that is I won't! I simply will not demean myself and spill my life story like some bad play! I will say this though, the factions, all of them are inheriently evil. All of which are as selfserving. Why serve someone else when you don't even serve yourself! Its pure pointless if you ask me, its like telling a modron to "loosen" up! all your gonna get is some berk spouting off his beleifs, and to that I say pike it!"

it was at this point Jayzel left as a Harmonium Patrol came by...... We were able to gather the little information about Mr.Xionaxal, and what we learned was indeed troubling. He is a wanted criminal for penning low ranking members of most factions into the dead book, why he almost scragged poor Hobard of the Athar a few months back, but failed when he was caught by a guard.

Mersa Solaras/Neutral Good/Positai/Priest of Lathander/Sensate/Female

Str:11
Dex:16
Con:16
Int:12
Wis:18
Chr:18

Mersa is a typical positai...... for better or for worse, Positai are Genasi, but unlike there kin, there a bit odder, in the fact the these berks are suffused with life energy, and there cousins Negati are fused with well, the essence of unlife energy. Mersa stands five feet and seven inches, she weighs 128 pounds, and is 22 years of age. Her hair is a silvery yellow, and her eyes are a light pastel yellow color. She is like your average Positai, regretablly...She's rather curious and vocal too, when she speaks she seems to hover and buzz almost. Her natural curiosity is what drove her to join the Sensates. When not in her chainmail and carrying her sheild, she can be found in an exquiste flame color robe which flows out behind her, or she can be found wearing a white, yellow, and gold tunic with rose colored buttons, with pastel blue leggings.She can often be seen carrying an old looking teddy bear with her, that she claims as a good luck charm(what it really is is an Arabel's Huggable Teddy Bear, it heals the user double what they normally would, and with her natural recovery rate....).

"HI!!!!! SO you want to interview me? I promise you I'll answer any questions you have! PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!. YAAAAAAA, well where to start? I'm Mersa Solaras, priest and humble servant of Lathander. I'm also a Sensate! Yup, I know theres not that many Positai around, mostly we live on the positive energy plane, we really don't like death, But its like my mother used to say "Honey don't eat that!", wait.....that doesn't fit...Oh! it was "Now honey becareful with the vase", no that wasn't it, oh how silly of me! it was "Now deary if you ever leave home you'll be welcomed back, but make sure you don't die". Whats Die mean? Whats Death?"

Interviewer biggrin eath means things stop living.

"Now why would anyone do that"
*It was at this point the interviewer shrugged and asked her to continue*
'Anyway have you ever heard of Negati? so grim and sad, its like they died! Wait, aren't they Negative energy? which is kinda dead right? Well I don't think I'd like to meet one,well maybe I would, cause if I did I would give them a great big hug and FILL them with life!!!! OH HEY LOOK A HELL HOUND!!!!!"

It was at this point Ms.Solaras leapt out of her seat and out the door to chase some dogs, which she claimed were hell hounds.....

Tarxan Daiefu/Lawful good/aasimar/mage/Beleiver of the Source/Male

Str:9
Dex:15
Con:15
Int:18
Wis:15
Chr:15

Tarxan Daiefu is a common paragon of the aasimar species. He has a sweet odor to him that smells of roses and other fragrent flowers. His skin has a silvery tinge to it, and his ears are ridged. He has soft brown hair, softer green eyes, he stands tall at six feet even, and is of average build at 165 pounds, he is 20 years of age. Tarxan wears a flowing gold, blue and white terry cloth robe. Always sitting upon his shoulder is his familiar, named Imara, a female psuedodragon. She often purrs in the presence of good aligned people, while hissing and growling at those of non-good and non-evil alignments, and people of evil alignment she will snap and hiss at loudly. She considers herself a paladin of familiars. She aims to be lawful good, but her mischeif and stealing of apples, oranges, and sausage often get her and Tarxan in trouble. Tarxan's abilities as an aasimar are 1/2 damage from electricity and fire, and +2 save vs cold, blur once per day, and protection from evil 10 foot radius.

"We are all celestial beings my friend. All creatures in the planes are merely aasimon,archon,asuras,eladrin,or guardinal. However often the other unfortunets of the planes, such as baatezu, gehrehleth,modron,rilmani, slaad, tanar'ri, and yugoloth are all lost. They were once clestial creatures, but could not endure and evolve further to the ranks of celestial beings! Being of celestial heritage is difficult. One always looks upto you for advice. While others may shrink from duty and responsibility, i myself stand forth proudly with my heritage standing proudly. I am an aasimar, and I will help you acheive the best ways. some aasimar put on bad roles for others, I cannot tollerate this! I am a rolemodel for young aasimar and aspiring mages as well! I have a noble purpose, and a nobel way. I do not force others, I merely inspire!"


Also if anyone is curious I have their planar exploits in my journal, written by the NPCs on there first hand account.

I know its a HUGE LONG post, but I kinda need the gold....If anyone wants me to make an NPC or several just ask me, I can make awesome people!