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| β | Level 5 Variant Human Monk, Way of the Astral Self. About 5'3", 120 lbs; shrimpy but wiry. Maybe 40? He's got grey in his hair but his face is linelessly smooth. Characteristic Delisse complexion. Hair and beard are shaven when he remembers to do so, but he often neglects it, so he usually has some scruff | + | Level 5 Variant Human Monk, Way of the Astral Self. About 5'3", 120 lbs; shrimpy but wiry. Maybe 40? He's got grey in his hair but his face is linelessly smooth. Characteristic Delisse complexion. Hair and beard are shaven when he remembers to do so, but he often neglects it, so he usually has some scruff. |
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Equipment: Necklace of Adaptation; Staff of Flowers; Heward's Handy Spice Pouch; 10 darts; cook's utensils; shovel; iron pot; common clothes; musical instrument (cigar-box guitar/dulcimer/samisen hybrid that sounds like a musical saw or theremin and whose hollow body can be used for percussion); explorer's pack (includes backpack, bedroll, mess kit, tinderbox, 10 torches, 10 days of rations, waterskin, 50 feet of hempen rope); pouch with 10 gp. | Equipment: Necklace of Adaptation; Staff of Flowers; Heward's Handy Spice Pouch; 10 darts; cook's utensils; shovel; iron pot; common clothes; musical instrument (cigar-box guitar/dulcimer/samisen hybrid that sounds like a musical saw or theremin and whose hollow body can be used for percussion); explorer's pack (includes backpack, bedroll, mess kit, tinderbox, 10 torches, 10 days of rations, waterskin, 50 feet of hempen rope); pouch with 10 gp. | ||
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| + | I went Astral Self because it simplifies tactics, and I am a combat simpleton. But I hate the sfx! If allowed, I'd like to just reskin this as mystical techniques that don't have any particular visual appearance. If obviousness of abilities seems like a game-balance concern, I propose that Arohata's "astral self" doesn't LOOK like anything, but it BETRAYS ITS NATURE to any observer in the same way that beings in dreams can possess an obvious nature despite looking like something else -- you dream of a dog, but it's really the brother you never had. Arohata's "astral self" would then manifest as his suddenly just obviously being strong, despite looking quite weedy, when he activates his Arms of the Astral Self; as being heroic or intimidating, when he manifests his Visage; and so on. | ||
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| + | Could I have the Unbreakable minor effect on my Staff of Flowers? It's supposed to be a holy artifact, but really, this is just me expressing a player preference to not lose fancy dinguses. | ||
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| + | Also, I didn't take any extra equipment; with GM permission, and assuming that it's not important to the game that we have monetary resources, I assume Arohata just gave all his accumulated gold away to peasant families. | ||
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Arohata made his way for years acting as an itinerant tavern cook and musician, or just living off the land. He'd get bored of the wilderness and head to the city, where he'd drink his profits every night; he'd get into a fight with the wrong people or just start missing trees, and he'd head back to the country. He'd take up with a new monastery, advance through the ranks, and leave or get kicked out, the calls of the world and the spirit alternating in their urgency for him. Along the way, several chief abbots recognized his gifts, or possibly thought that he was so deficient he needed magical guidance; he was given a necklace of prayer beads that once belonged to an ascetic whose tapasya was so pure, she had learned to exist without breathing, and a staff formerly used by a holy fool whose gift of manifesting celestial flowers brought joy to all he encountered. On the road, he fried his last couple of eggs for an old witch, who gave him a magical spice bag in return. "Needs more pepper, boy," she said. | Arohata made his way for years acting as an itinerant tavern cook and musician, or just living off the land. He'd get bored of the wilderness and head to the city, where he'd drink his profits every night; he'd get into a fight with the wrong people or just start missing trees, and he'd head back to the country. He'd take up with a new monastery, advance through the ranks, and leave or get kicked out, the calls of the world and the spirit alternating in their urgency for him. Along the way, several chief abbots recognized his gifts, or possibly thought that he was so deficient he needed magical guidance; he was given a necklace of prayer beads that once belonged to an ascetic whose tapasya was so pure, she had learned to exist without breathing, and a staff formerly used by a holy fool whose gift of manifesting celestial flowers brought joy to all he encountered. On the road, he fried his last couple of eggs for an old witch, who gave him a magical spice bag in return. "Needs more pepper, boy," she said. | ||
| β | Along the way he realized that he just hated it when people with power lorded it over people without; he became an admirer of Carran, who had the revelation that the gods had | + | Along the way he realized that he just hated it when people with power lorded it over people without; he became an admirer of Carran, who had the revelation that the gods had all of the power. (More than one abbot has told him that Carran wasn't quite so antagonistic toward the gods, but Arohata has always been very committed to making his own mistakes.) He was never a "rob from the rich" kind of guy, because that demanded a little too much advance planning, but he was definitely a "punch the city guardsman shaking down the kids from the poor section of town" kind of guy. Word spread, and pretty soon Arohata's face was known to the downtrodden, even as the local gendarmerie never really seemed to get a good description from witnesses. |
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