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#1
zombiegleemax
Dec 06, 2003 17:53:26 For my own personal us, I've decided to put together an article to touch on the feel of Calibans. I have no real problems with the way they are now, but to give them a little boost, I'm putting together a list of feats that would allow them to display a little more of their arcane heritage. As a note, the DC's are going to be wisdom based (10 + 1/2 HD + Wis Mod). Here's an example:

Hypnosis [Caliban]

Some caliban's have eyes that seem to draw in a victim's gaze and attention. As the entraped soul stares fascinated at the eyes, ranging from completely black orbs to reptilian slits that pierce the soul, the caliban may even begin to his opinions or request a 'favour'.

Prerequiste: Caliban, Wis 11+
Benefit: For the cost of two temporary points of Cha damage, a character with this feat may make a gaze attack against a single creature. The creature is then subjected to the Hypnotism spell.
The Look: A character with this feat should have unique looking yes of some kind. While some may be one solid colour, others may be overly large or even in possession of extra eyes. The DM may decide to increase the character's base Outcast Rating depending on the appearence.

Now, does this idea interest anyone? If it does, I'll post it here and try to find another, more permanent home for it. The article is written in character (as a Van Richten guide), and makes a few musings on the nature of these powers, and makes comments about the fact that there are a few 'clans' of caliban (groups that, though not necessarily related, look similar), such as the Mordentish Wailing Ones and outlander half-orcs.

Or would I just be wasting my time?
#2
zombiegleemax
Dec 07, 2003 8:32:26 27 views, no responses... I'm guessing that posting here would be a waste. Thanks for your time.
#3
zombiegleemax
Dec 07, 2003 13:59:22 [was going to say something about impatience but holds her tongue]

I wonder if people aren't sure if they want to spend their feats on quirkish caliban talents when they might want to buy something that helps with combat or Fright Checks (especially the latter)?

The idea of discussing those few groups of calibans who have common traits isn't a bad one, though.
#4
zombiegleemax
Dec 07, 2003 15:26:09 You're right. I jumped the gun... but I am going to switch it a little bit.

What follows is a VERY rough draft of the introduction. I would like to announce that in a little while, I will putting together Blackburn's Treatise On The Hidden. This will deal with the following:

- Discussions on the lives of those born different from the rest of their races, such as Calibans, planetouched, and dhampir. It will look at using these races in Ravenloft, and as heroes in gothic fantasy.

- A series of new feats, including a group which allow caliban to harness the energies that twisted their bodies.

- Spells, magic items, and the a dread possibility for the fifth sect of Ezra (including a new shield).

- Presitege classes to expand on the abilities of the Hidden, as well as a core class.

Suggestions are more than welcome.

****************

Introduction

My esteemed colleagues on the doctorate review board of the University of Port-A-Lucine,

Growing up in a sedate village in Dementlieu, the son of a well to do Mordentish merchant, I was doted upon by my parents. As their only child, I was drowned in their love and had my every whim indulged with the exception of one. I was forbidden to step foot within the basement of our manor house. My parents claimed that there were rats down there, feeding upon the stored wood and hungry for unprotected toes. They explained that monsters lived in the darkness, waiting for naughty little boys to gobble up. I would often spend long afternoons staring at the solid oaken door, imagining the horrors that waited down there and burning with an insatiable curiosity to see them for myself.

Adding to the mystery, after every meal my mother collected the left over food, she always had far too much made for three people, and disappeared through the thick oak door and down the stairs while the maid cleaned. After about an hour, she would return with the empty dishes and an air of sadness. There were times in which she would return with the dishes broken, and she would head wordlessly into her room and weep for hours.

I was seven years old when I decided that I had suffered enough from the half formed goblins that the oak door hid from me. Set to discover what lurked beneath my home, I nicked my mother’s key ring and waited awake in my bed until the last light had been put out and the last of the household had retired. Taking only my bedside oil lamp, I tip toed out towards my goal and let the door swing open slowly.

As my feeble light beat back the worst of the shadows, I crept down into the gloom, fear beginning to cause me to doubt the wisdom of my overwhelming curiosity. Steeling myself in my endeavor, I walked forward, taking care to avoid knocking over a collection of preserve jars that had been stacked oddly, almost as if in the shape of a fort. Ignoring this oddity, I instead focused on a door that sat forlorn at the other end of the room. Normally, I would have assumed that this was a simple storage room, except that a sliver of light was peaking out from underneath. Placing down my own light, I gentle pushed open the door and peered inside.

The room had a single, barred window that was barely above ground level and was almost completely hidden to the outside world by overgrown grass. A comfortable looking cot sat in one corner, complemented only by a simple desk and chair, the former of which supported a lit oil lamp. Books and toys littered every corner of the room, all worn from constant and vigorous use. But it was the occupant who dominates my memory.

Dressed in a thin night gown, it appeared to be no taller than myself. Yet, its frame was much thicker, capable of acts of strength that I could barely imagine. Thick, long hair covered much of its back and arms, the bestial look completed by it’s claw-like hands.

Upon hearing my gasp of surprise, it looked up at me with eyes of piercing blue. As I watched the vile thing stand up and step away from its book, I came to realize that the eyes that watched me were my own.

The last thing that I remember was screaming in horror and the distant sounds of my parents hurrying down the stairs in answer to my screams. When I regained awareness, I found that I had been suffering from a fever. In response to my tale of what lurked in the basement, they insisted that I had been dreaming, that there was nothing down there. The moment I was well enough to travel, though, they sent me to a boarding school near the capital.

It wasn’t until three years ago, when my mother joined my father on the Other Side, did I discover the truth in her final confession. I went back to the manor house with its basement room, only to find the it empty, the bars on the window bent long ago from when the occupant had decided to experience the world through more than just books and a grass obscured glimpse.

I have since worked to discover the nature of that boy that had lived below me and what forces had tortured him so. In doing so, I have discovered many things. About those that society reviles due to an accident of birth, about my fellow men, and even about myself. In this work, I, Tobias Blackburn, will discuss those that may be termed “The Hidden”. The ones that we attempt to hide from our sight because they are not like us and have committed no worse sin than being born.

And I dedicate this work to my twin brother Miles, wherever he may be.

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#1 zombiegleemax Dec 06, 2003 17:53:26	For my own personal us, I've decided to put together an article to touch on the feel of Calibans. I have no real problems with the way they are now, but to give them a little boost, I'm putting together a list of feats that would allow them to display a little more of their arcane heritage. As a note, the DC's are going to be wisdom based (10 + 1/2 HD + Wis Mod). Here's an example: Hypnosis [Caliban] Some caliban's have eyes that seem to draw in a victim's gaze and attention. As the entraped soul stares fascinated at the eyes, ranging from completely black orbs to reptilian slits that pierce the soul, the caliban may even begin to his opinions or request a 'favour'. Prerequiste: Caliban, Wis 11+ Benefit: For the cost of two temporary points of Cha damage, a character with this feat may make a gaze attack against a single creature. The creature is then subjected to the Hypnotism spell. The Look: A character with this feat should have unique looking yes of some kind. While some may be one solid colour, others may be overly large or even in possession of extra eyes. The DM may decide to increase the character's base Outcast Rating depending on the appearence. Now, does this idea interest anyone? If it does, I'll post it here and try to find another, more permanent home for it. The article is written in character (as a Van Richten guide), and makes a few musings on the nature of these powers, and makes comments about the fact that there are a few 'clans' of caliban (groups that, though not necessarily related, look similar), such as the Mordentish Wailing Ones and outlander half-orcs. Or would I just be wasting my time?
#2 zombiegleemax Dec 07, 2003 8:32:26	27 views, no responses... I'm guessing that posting here would be a waste. Thanks for your time.
#3 zombiegleemax Dec 07, 2003 13:59:22	[was going to say something about impatience but holds her tongue] I wonder if people aren't sure if they want to spend their feats on quirkish caliban talents when they might want to buy something that helps with combat or Fright Checks (especially the latter)? The idea of discussing those few groups of calibans who have common traits isn't a bad one, though.
#4 zombiegleemax Dec 07, 2003 15:26:09	You're right. I jumped the gun... but I am going to switch it a little bit. What follows is a VERY rough draft of the introduction. I would like to announce that in a little while, I will putting together Blackburn's Treatise On The Hidden. This will deal with the following: - Discussions on the lives of those born different from the rest of their races, such as Calibans, planetouched, and dhampir. It will look at using these races in Ravenloft, and as heroes in gothic fantasy. - A series of new feats, including a group which allow caliban to harness the energies that twisted their bodies. - Spells, magic items, and the a dread possibility for the fifth sect of Ezra (including a new shield). - Presitege classes to expand on the abilities of the Hidden, as well as a core class. Suggestions are more than welcome. ************** Introduction** My esteemed colleagues on the doctorate review board of the University of Port-A-Lucine, Growing up in a sedate village in Dementlieu, the son of a well to do Mordentish merchant, I was doted upon by my parents. As their only child, I was drowned in their love and had my every whim indulged with the exception of one. I was forbidden to step foot within the basement of our manor house. My parents claimed that there were rats down there, feeding upon the stored wood and hungry for unprotected toes. They explained that monsters lived in the darkness, waiting for naughty little boys to gobble up. I would often spend long afternoons staring at the solid oaken door, imagining the horrors that waited down there and burning with an insatiable curiosity to see them for myself. Adding to the mystery, after every meal my mother collected the left over food, she always had far too much made for three people, and disappeared through the thick oak door and down the stairs while the maid cleaned. After about an hour, she would return with the empty dishes and an air of sadness. There were times in which she would return with the dishes broken, and she would head wordlessly into her room and weep for hours. I was seven years old when I decided that I had suffered enough from the half formed goblins that the oak door hid from me. Set to discover what lurked beneath my home, I nicked my mother’s key ring and waited awake in my bed until the last light had been put out and the last of the household had retired. Taking only my bedside oil lamp, I tip toed out towards my goal and let the door swing open slowly. As my feeble light beat back the worst of the shadows, I crept down into the gloom, fear beginning to cause me to doubt the wisdom of my overwhelming curiosity. Steeling myself in my endeavor, I walked forward, taking care to avoid knocking over a collection of preserve jars that had been stacked oddly, almost as if in the shape of a fort. Ignoring this oddity, I instead focused on a door that sat forlorn at the other end of the room. Normally, I would have assumed that this was a simple storage room, except that a sliver of light was peaking out from underneath. Placing down my own light, I gentle pushed open the door and peered inside. The room had a single, barred window that was barely above ground level and was almost completely hidden to the outside world by overgrown grass. A comfortable looking cot sat in one corner, complemented only by a simple desk and chair, the former of which supported a lit oil lamp. Books and toys littered every corner of the room, all worn from constant and vigorous use. But it was the occupant who dominates my memory. Dressed in a thin night gown, it appeared to be no taller than myself. Yet, its frame was much thicker, capable of acts of strength that I could barely imagine. Thick, long hair covered much of its back and arms, the bestial look completed by it’s claw-like hands. Upon hearing my gasp of surprise, it looked up at me with eyes of piercing blue. As I watched the vile thing stand up and step away from its book, I came to realize that the eyes that watched me were my own. The last thing that I remember was screaming in horror and the distant sounds of my parents hurrying down the stairs in answer to my screams. When I regained awareness, I found that I had been suffering from a fever. In response to my tale of what lurked in the basement, they insisted that I had been dreaming, that there was nothing down there. The moment I was well enough to travel, though, they sent me to a boarding school near the capital. It wasn’t until three years ago, when my mother joined my father on the Other Side, did I discover the truth in her final confession. I went back to the manor house with its basement room, only to find the it empty, the bars on the window bent long ago from when the occupant had decided to experience the world through more than just books and a grass obscured glimpse. I have since worked to discover the nature of that boy that had lived below me and what forces had tortured him so. In doing so, I have discovered many things. About those that society reviles due to an accident of birth, about my fellow men, and even about myself. In this work, I, Tobias Blackburn, will discuss those that may be termed “The Hidden”. The ones that we attempt to hide from our sight because they are not like us and have committed no worse sin than being born. And I dedicate this work to my twin brother Miles, wherever he may be.