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I need plots for my background.

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#1
sildatorak
Jun 13, 2004 4:56:02 Well, my old PS DM got married and sold me all of his boxes and books for a song, so I'm in the process of drawing up a campaign.

One thing that I don't want to happen though is the PC's getting big heads about what they're doing. This is going to be this batch of players first go at Planescape (I'm starting them off Clueless), so I think they might overestimate themselves after they take care of what are only minor to moderate problems in Planar scope. They can get their egos after they have gone through Hellbound.

Until then, I want them to have constant background noise of things other planewalkers have been accomplishing. Nothing truly plane-shattering, but significant things like causing a gatetown shift, thwarting a yugoloth plot to assassinate Zadara and Estavan, any sort of thing that PC's may have done at middle to high levels in your campaigns.
#2
zombiegleemax
Jun 13, 2004 11:34:30 A blue haired tiefling with pupiless green eyes looks over at ya as he swirls the firewater in the shot glass. "Have I done anything? Yeah, enough things to get a few letters of my name into the dead book. Nothin planeshattering yet mind you, but I've had my run of the mill as some back water primes woulds say.

Name's Fringe Fartale, just your regular tiefling basher with a bit of planewalking behind him. I've dived my nose into the Blood War once. Now I know you probably think I tagged along with the our dear chaotic or lawful fiendish types, but that's not what happened.

I was out in the Field of Nettles lookin fer some bits of components to sell to a few spell-slingers when I run into this Yugoloth trailing some slaves. You know the sort, elves, halflings, humans, planetouched, etcetera. Now the piscoloth thought that I'd make another nice lil edition to this ring of his.

Now you try dancing the blade with three mezzoloths and a piscoloth and tell me how YOU like it. Needless to say I think the first three letters of my name were written into the deadbook before I finally got them down. But then I was left with what to do to the slaves. Some of them were starved to the bone, while others had the Grays.

Before I go any further, I should tell you something of myself. I was born with bad luck, and a conscience. Two things that should never go together if you ask me. So I got a barmy urge to help these folk to at least get them to Elysium or some Prime world that they belong. Wasn't easy mind you, dealt with thirty or so slaves, and a good half of them thought I was gonna turn stag on them in a second.

A weeks worth of travelin and I finally get across the Field and run into a group of paladins that were looking for a bit of action. Two things happened here. One, they were able to get the slaves out of the Lower Planes, and two, they bashed me up a bit and took me to some prison cell in Excelsior. Not exactly a hero's welcome, but they thought I was the slaver. Took a good week to convince them that I wasn't, and whats more, I only got out with the help of one of the ex-slaves.

Well that's a bit of my chant. Essentially practically single-handedly saved a bunch of berks, despite what some of them felt about me, and got out of Excelsior with my "tainted blooded" neck intact. And that's just a small bit of what I've done. But it's one of the things I'm more proud
#3
zombiegleemax
Jun 13, 2004 16:32:00 One thing mid level characters can become famous for is giving faction high-ups the laugh. In a campaign I DMed, my kid brother played a Xaositect mage- who loved painting. He carried a can of pink paint where ever he went. On a whim he decides to paint the armory pink. Of course, this caused the Harmonium to go after him. As luck would have it, Factol Sarin's daughter was in this particular group of guards. What my brother does is run around a corner and dump the paint on himself, and he makes his bluff roll to convince the daughter that he's a victim of 'that lunatic chaosman' and points her to the hive. The following day in game time he sees her trying to tell her father how she lost her quarry, and he walks over to Sarin and tells him..."Hey. Your kid's a moron!" He stands there with his Xaositect symbol on his tunic long enough for the daughter to figure out who he is, and then he runs through a portal to Arborea. The party had to go looking for him after that and keep him out of the sight of the Hardheads.
#4
mithral_icesilver_02
Jun 13, 2004 16:43:31 I once heard of a barmy who found an honest-to-Celestia hopping tower in the Outlands. He played fetch with it for awhile, then rented it out to a wizard for a night, and camped in the basement. Next morning, they wound up in a swamp somewhere near Curst. He got tied up in a set of adventures involving a young arcanaloth, a young man raising an army of lizards, and the leader of Curst (not in that order). One of Viola!'s Mimirs should have that in order. One of the ones working on Barmy to the Spire, as a matter of fact.

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#1 sildatorak Jun 13, 2004 4:56:02	Well, my old PS DM got married and sold me all of his boxes and books for a song, so I'm in the process of drawing up a campaign. One thing that I don't want to happen though is the PC's getting big heads about what they're doing. This is going to be this batch of players first go at Planescape (I'm starting them off Clueless), so I think they might overestimate themselves after they take care of what are only minor to moderate problems in Planar scope. They can get their egos after they have gone through Hellbound. Until then, I want them to have constant background noise of things other planewalkers have been accomplishing. Nothing truly plane-shattering, but significant things like causing a gatetown shift, thwarting a yugoloth plot to assassinate Zadara and Estavan, any sort of thing that PC's may have done at middle to high levels in your campaigns.
#2 zombiegleemax Jun 13, 2004 11:34:30	A blue haired tiefling with pupiless green eyes looks over at ya as he swirls the firewater in the shot glass. "Have I done anything? Yeah, enough things to get a few letters of my name into the dead book. Nothin planeshattering yet mind you, but I've had my run of the mill as some back water primes woulds say. Name's Fringe Fartale, just your regular tiefling basher with a bit of planewalking behind him. I've dived my nose into the Blood War once. Now I know you probably think I tagged along with the our dear chaotic or lawful fiendish types, but that's not what happened. I was out in the Field of Nettles lookin fer some bits of components to sell to a few spell-slingers when I run into this Yugoloth trailing some slaves. You know the sort, elves, halflings, humans, planetouched, etcetera. Now the piscoloth thought that I'd make another nice lil edition to this ring of his. Now you try dancing the blade with three mezzoloths and a piscoloth and tell me how YOU like it. Needless to say I think the first three letters of my name were written into the deadbook before I finally got them down. But then I was left with what to do to the slaves. Some of them were starved to the bone, while others had the Grays. Before I go any further, I should tell you something of myself. I was born with bad luck, and a conscience. Two things that should never go together if you ask me. So I got a barmy urge to help these folk to at least get them to Elysium or some Prime world that they belong. Wasn't easy mind you, dealt with thirty or so slaves, and a good half of them thought I was gonna turn stag on them in a second. A weeks worth of travelin and I finally get across the Field and run into a group of paladins that were looking for a bit of action. Two things happened here. One, they were able to get the slaves out of the Lower Planes, and two, they bashed me up a bit and took me to some prison cell in Excelsior. Not exactly a hero's welcome, but they thought I was the slaver. Took a good week to convince them that I wasn't, and whats more, I only got out with the help of one of the ex-slaves. Well that's a bit of my chant. Essentially practically single-handedly saved a bunch of berks, despite what some of them felt about me, and got out of Excelsior with my "tainted blooded" neck intact. And that's just a small bit of what I've done. But it's one of the things I'm more proud
#3 zombiegleemax Jun 13, 2004 16:32:00	One thing mid level characters can become famous for is giving faction high-ups the laugh. In a campaign I DMed, my kid brother played a Xaositect mage- who loved painting. He carried a can of pink paint where ever he went. On a whim he decides to paint the armory pink. Of course, this caused the Harmonium to go after him. As luck would have it, Factol Sarin's daughter was in this particular group of guards. What my brother does is run around a corner and dump the paint on himself, and he makes his bluff roll to convince the daughter that he's a victim of 'that lunatic chaosman' and points her to the hive. The following day in game time he sees her trying to tell her father how she lost her quarry, and he walks over to Sarin and tells him..."Hey. Your kid's a moron!" He stands there with his Xaositect symbol on his tunic long enough for the daughter to figure out who he is, and then he runs through a portal to Arborea. The party had to go looking for him after that and keep him out of the sight of the Hardheads.
#4 mithral_icesilver_02 Jun 13, 2004 16:43:31	I once heard of a barmy who found an honest-to-Celestia hopping tower in the Outlands. He played fetch with it for awhile, then rented it out to a wizard for a night, and camped in the basement. Next morning, they wound up in a swamp somewhere near Curst. He got tied up in a set of adventures involving a young arcanaloth, a young man raising an army of lizards, and the leader of Curst (not in that order). One of Viola!'s Mimirs should have that in order. One of the ones working on Barmy to the Spire, as a matter of fact.