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All a snake-woman wants is a little romance. Is that too much to ask?
Riverthorn wasn’t like others of her kind. Where other fairies hid among the tangled roots and brambles of the forest deep, she preferred the open spaces of the fields and hills. Where they danced in the early morning sunlight, she danced ‘neath the glowing moon. Where the rest of the fairies gathered flowers bathed in dew, she counted stars and found names for every one of them. That was to be her downfall.
Her feykin were unconcerned, for precious little does concern these tiny folk. Worry is as alien to their nature as flight is to a dwarf. Only her long-time friend and lover Thistledawn showed any care at all about her actions, she brushed him aside as casually as a speck of dust on a rose petal. He didn’t understand what she saw in the stars, and he would never hear what she heard.
When Riverthorn looked up into the night sky, she saw fairies. Thousands, millions of them glowing and playing and singing to her, begging her to join them in their infinite dance through the cosmos. Each point of light was carried on tiny gossamer wings, and every one whispering to her in the chill moonlit air. They begged her to send them gifts in return for sharing their secrets, and each trade grew larger than the last – a petal, a root, a mouse, a child.
Riverthorn didn’t hesitate.
And that, ultimately, was her true downfall.
Dirty little secret: The stars aren’t fairies. But they are callous, malicious and possess more than enough infinite cold cunning to trick a foolish fairy into doing their bidding. Riverthorn sometimes sees the tentacles writhing at the edge of her dreams, and tries to pass them off as blades of grass blowing silently in the wind of the void. One day, she hopes, the star fairies will let her run through the grass too.
Notes: Enid Blyton meets HP Lovecraft. I think I’m in love.
Riverthorn, Chaotic Evil Female Fairy Star Pact Warlock-3
Str 10, Con 14, Dex 14, Int 13, Wis 11, Cha 18
HP 36, Bloodied 18, Surges 9×8/day, Speed 2 Fly 5
AC 16 (Sylvan Leather +1), Fort 14, Ref 15, Will 17, Init +3
Aerie Twinkle/w, Warlock’s Curse/w, Dire Radiance/w, Eldritch Blast/w , Frigid Darkness/e, Shadow Veil/e, Witchfire/e, Dread Star/d
Athletics +3, Acrobatics +5, Arcana +7, Bluff +10, History +7, Insight +6, Stealth +11
Size:Tiny, Buzzing Flight, Fey Origin, Aerie Weapons, Ritual Caster, Skill Training (Stealth), Prime Shot, Shadow Walk
Bloodcurse Rod +1, Amulet of Mental Resolve +1
Here’s a preview of Riverthorn, the lovely but tragically evil and twisted Fairy Star Pact Warlock.
Enjoy!
“Why so sad, little friend,” the dwarven voice boomed, carrying easily over the buzz of the crowded tavern, “you fairies should be all dancin’ and playin’ practical jokes on the rest of us. But not you, never you. Why is that, Thistledawn?”. In reply the tiny fey sighed. These huge lumbering creatures would never understand. He quickly changed the subject. “Never mind that, you oaf. Drink up and tell me about that lost Dwarfholt again. Do you still have the map?”
Thistledawn isn’t like other fairies. Where they wear gaudy colours, he wears grey. Where they hide and avoid the larger folks, Thistledawn steers clear of other fairies and prefers the company of humans and dour dwarves. Where fairies live for the hour, he has plans that may take months or years to come to pass.
No, Thistledawn isn’t like other fairies. For he has lost the one thing that the fey folk hold dear above all else. Love.
Dirty little secret: Once upon a time, Thistledawn was like other fairies. He laughed and danced and joked and wore brightly coloured clothes made from leaves and flower petals. And he loved. He loved the fairy Riverthorn with all his heart, mind and soul. He loved her when she sat under the stars. He loved that she could name every one. He even loved her when she began offering sacrifices to them – burned flower petals at first, then mice and voles. He even loved her when the fairy children started to disappear. When the other fey discovered their bodies and Riverthorn sat among them chanting, something broke inside him. When she was exiled forever from the Fey Realms, he put away his bright clothing and took to the outer world. Shame burned him, and in every fey face he could see her laughing, crazed eyes taunting him. One day, he vowed, he will find her and rip out her eyes so they can never taunt him again.
Notes: Fairies in 4e D&D rock! Finding a good Tiny Fairy race write-up was difficult, and the Aerie (also in Combat Advantage #11) is easily the best out there. As a Tiny race, fairies are just 4″-8″ tall and have to enter their opponent’s square to be able to melee attack. This provokes opportunity attacks meaning only an agile and brave fairy would dare to take the melee route. Thankfully, Thistledawn is both and the combination of Artful Dodger and Defensive Mobility gives him a +5 against opportunity attacks. Fairies can only wield daggers, shortbows, slings and any weapon with the off-hand property (which they have to use two-handed but gain no benefit for doing so). Think of it like this: fairy weapons are sized for them, but thanks to fairy smithing techniques are supernaturally sharp. Dagger stats are used for their one-handed blades, Shortbow for their bows and Slings for their…. slings. Thistledawn prefers to wield a fairy-sized greatsword (which uses Shortsword stats and proficiency) as he flies into battle. Oh yeah!
When it comes to making Sneak Attacks, your typical Fey Rogue is best served by relying on Stealth and their innate ability to turn invisible to gain Combat Advantage. Gaining cover shouldn’t be difficult for someone who is only 6″ tall :D The jury is still out on whether a Tiny creature can Flank. I say yes provided they enter their opponent’s square from the opposite edge to another ally, but that’s entirely a GM call.
Coming up next: Riverthorn, Evil Fairy Star Pact Warlock!
Thistledawn, Male Chaotic Good Faerie Rogue-1
Str 11, Con 13, Dex 18, Int 12, Wis 10, Cha 16
AC 16, Fort 11, Ref 16, Will 13, Init +4
HP 25, Surges 6×7/day
Acrobatics +11, Athletics +5, Bluff +8, Perception +5, Stealth +11, Thievery +9
Languages: Common, Elven. Speed 2, Fly 5
Deft Strike/w, Sly Flourish/w, Faerie Twinkle/w, Dazing Strike/e, Trick Strike/d
Size: Tiny, Buzzing Flight, First Strike, Rogue Weapon Talent, Artful Dodger (+3 AC vs opportunity attacks), Sneak Attack +2d6, Defensive Mobility (+2 AC vs opportunity attacks)
Crossbow, Shortsword (wielded 2-handed), Leather Jerkin, Adventurer’s Kit, Thieves’ tools
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Blood-soaked paladins. I love ‘em.
It’s the little monsters you need to watch out for. Especially if they’re backed up by a horde of big monsters.
“Finally I have you!” The scarred orc warrior held the Paladin effortlessly over the parapet ledge, his platemail’d feet dangling helplessly above the 200′ drop. “You killed my son!” the orc yelled, the pain and grief written deep into his yellow eyes.
“No!” replied the Paladin. With great effort he lifted his arms to his head and removed his covered helm.
“I AM your son!”
They came hard, and fast. The Five From Above, sundwellers who invaded their torchlit home and laid waste to the orc tribe. A full quarter of the warriors were slain with the shaman and clan chief’s bodies left where they fell without rite or ritual. Of Grubash’s only son there was no sign, and he himself was left seriously wounded by the attack. It took many moons for him to recover, and each hour he swore an oath of vengeance for his fallen son.
When he could finally walk without the help of a couple of whelps, Grubash left the clan and the darkness he called home. Armed only with his well-worn axe and what few clues he had gained by forcing the rest of his clan to tell and re-tell the attack, Grubash left all he knew behind. Only one word was on his lips: revenge!
Dirty little secret: Grubash’s son did not fall in the battle but instead saw the attack as his chance to escape the harsh life of the dungeon. He hid and followed the adventurers to the surface where he pledged an oath of service to the Paladin leader of the party. When he was slain in battle, Grubash’s son took up his mantle and armour in his stead and is now a recognised hero in his own name.
Notes: If you’re stuck for a character concept there’s nothing funner than taking a tried-and-tested trope from a different genre and giving it a sharp twist. Try it and see!
Grubash Moonrunner, level 6
Orc, Fighter
Build: Battlerager Fighter
Fighter Talents: Battlerager Vigor
Background: Out for Revenge (+2 to Endurance)FINAL ABILITY SCORES
Str 19, Con 17, Dex 12, Int 11, Wis 13, Cha 10.STARTING ABILITY SCORES
Str 16, Con 14, Dex 12, Int 11, Wis 13, Cha 10.AC: 21 Fort: 20 Reflex: 15 Will: 15
HP: 62 Surges: 12 Surge Value: 15TRAINED SKILLS
Intimidate +8, Athletics +11, Endurance +12UNTRAINED SKILLS
Acrobatics +3, Arcana +3, Bluff +3, Diplomacy +3, Dungeoneering +4, Heal +4, History +3, Insight +4, Nature +4, Perception +4, Religion +3, Stealth +3, Streetwise +3, Thievery +3FEATS
Level 1: Victor’s Confidence
Level 2: Deep Gash
Level 4: Mobile Challenge
Level 6: Potent ChallengePOWERS
Fighter at-will 1: Brash Strike
Fighter at-will 1: Crushing Surge
Fighter encounter 1: Bell Ringer
Fighter daily 1: Brute Strike
Fighter utility 2: Boundless Endurance
Fighter encounter 3: Blinding Smash
Fighter daily 5: Brutal Advance
Fighter utility 6: Battle AwarenessITEMS
Flesh Seeker Battleaxe +2, Summoned Chainmail +2, Cape of the Mountebank +1, Adventurer’s Kit
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Wyrmwatch (definition): A series of towers surrounding the Caldryan nation separated no more than 6 miles apart. Each one held a full complement of Archers, two Wizards and numerous Rangers to acts as runners in the event of Dragon Incursion. They are also known as Caldry’s Follies as Dragons have not been seen in centuries and are considered by most to be the stuff of legend.
Most of them stand in disrepair or act as storage barns for local farmers.
Now, the Wyrms return.
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I wasn’t going to post this until tomorrow, but @simplychrista made me post it early :D
Love how this one turned out, especially the expression. Priceless.
EDIT: And here’s Christa’s version!