Come all you mast-heads,
Come all you harpooneers,
Sing out for him, well
My order shall be clear
All you mast-headers
You've heard these words before
It's your blood money
This broad bright ounce of gold Demons and Wizards, Beneath These Waves
"I have love of a lady who lives on the land
But my life with the mermaid is ever so grand.
Would you go to my lady and ask her for me,
May I marry this mermaid that lives in the sea?"
And that was the story she heard from the crew.
Her tears, there were many, her choices were few.
She went down to the sea, the ships bell to ring
And this is the song that she was heard to sing... Excerpt from Captain Jack and the Mermaid
Criminals. Pirates. Sailors. Youth.
Assassin-Murder-Monster.
Whatever your reason, you find yourself on the ship Golden Voyage, a young hopeful out on the seas for their very first time. The sailing has been smooth going all the way, accompanying the accomplished Captain Jack on a standard trading run to Zeritas, to the far north. Black stormclouds have began to gather over the sea, however, impeding the trade route's path...
I am really not sure how to present this game. This will be a sea-based campaign primarily, with twists and turns, and heavy influence drawn from metal music, Gaelic folk songs, a number of novels, and my own twisted imagination. The two songs above are heavy influence for this game, which I hope I can do justice as it rolls around in my skull.
I have already tried this game once, but it failed due to my inability to cope with the classes - primarily because everyone was making their own, and I couldn't hope to manage to balance 20+ classes at the same time, even with help. So here it is, Attempt 2 at Beneath These Waves You'll Sleep, set in the ocean-dominated world of Aalia.
Question. If I want to play plain Human, wouldn't that mean I am at a disadvantage since I others might take templates and have a class level, while I only a class level?
Also, what is your take on a Bard/Warblade with the Feats "Song of the White Raven" and "Snowflake Wardance"?
You won't be disadvantaged for very long. Remember that they'll take longer to level up, so you'll be getting class levels quite faster than they will (You'll be level 3 before an LA +1 gets their 2nd class level, and level 4 before an LA +2 does).
Also, include book and page numbers when you're asking for things. I'm not searching through every book for it. Song of the White Raven seems fine, though.
Okay, I am interested. I am not super at optimization, however, so if how good we are at optimizing is one of the factors for getting in, I will probably be at a disadvantage.
I'm willing to help with optimization, so don't worry too much about it. Just tell me what you want, provide some stuff, and I'll help you with the numbers.
Ulfheoinn Skarl "Ravid Wolf son of the Raven"
Crusader of Cor
Shifter
Lawful Neutral Appearance: Clad in the skins of bears and wolves, linked together with thick lengths of chain; silvered hair, and glowering bestial red eyes. To look upon the man one could see madness personified. His type the natives; the true natives of Illansiuk were a rarity. Almost as feared as the psions that called that region home. Ulfheoinn was a perfect example of this; silent and brooding, standing two heads above the tallest of men. Etched upon his hard face was a bestial fury that could only be contained with his gentle, intelligent eyes. Two orbs of ice blue, holding tales of pain and anguish, the fuel for his berserker fury. Personality: It would be hard to write off Ulfheoinn as without personality; he like any animal holds a distinctive set of traits that set him apart from any other. Though his silence gets to be a bit of a problem when dealing with anyone; a trait that is less a stoic lacking in manners, and more a personal weakness and insecurity over his grasp of the common language. In many ways he is more bear than man, keeping his own personal den and holding a rather lackadaisical approach to the chores of the day. He much like a bear prefers strong flavors, whether sweet, spicy, sour, or salty. Though silent he is rather a pleasant person to be around; his natural musk acts to attract those who have a nose for animals, and his massive frame with his rather gentle nature seem to make him somewhat of a gentle giant.
These traits are very, very much changed in combat or when he is frustrated. Though Ulfheoinn communicates normally with gestures and grunts, when angry; a rare though momentous occasion, his screams of fury could shake the courage of any mortal man. Rumors abound about the extent of it; though the truth is most common sailors haunts have blacklisted him due to the incredible damage he has wrought upon both patron and bar alike in a fit of rage.
Poetic Excerpt: Book of The Skaldr
Berserkr;
Wearing the skins of the bear; the pelts of the wolves, Cor's holy warriors.
Howling fury, sons born unto the valkyrja.
Stand against and above; the chosen einherjar.
Entrusted the gift of berserkrgam; they live with a blood lust incomparable.
Darkness flees the rising sun
The village lies ahead
It will wake to a new day soon
Soon they'll all be dead
We came in cover of moonless night
Fifty men at arms
Now at first morning light
The church bell sounds the alarm
Sacrifice to Gods of old
Bleed them of their lives
Fresh blood on our swords
Gods of war arise
Sacrifice to Gods of old
Bleed them of their lives
Fresh blood on our swords
Gods of war arise
Hear the tortured screams
Shattering the air
They awake from soothing dreams
Into their worst nightmare
Fire sweeps their homes
They feel the dragon's breath
Consuming and destructive flames
Agonising death
Some seek shelter in the church
A refuge for those with faith
But we know how to smoke them out
A pyre will be raised
But those who choose to stand and fight
Will die with dignity
For the unfortunate few who survive
Waits a life in slavery
The day draws to an end
The night comes dark and cold
We return to our ships
With silver, slaves and gold
We gave them agony
As they fell and die
The Gods have granted victory
For our sacrifice
[ooc=Lyrics]Complimentary of Amon Amarth; a great Viking metal band.
Saga of Skarl:
Born unto the blood moon, the black bird; during the ides of Cor's Hunt. Birthed from a corpse, to the blood of his race. The curse; the gift, life at such a heavy cost in such a black omen. By account of the keeper of the holy dead, I and I relate to you a tale of the very son of Cor himself. No mere man but Aesir incarnate, with a blood fury rivaling Cor's himself. Here he lies; enshrined as the old kings frozen forever in sepulcher entombed with his possessions therein. What glories and wonders such artifacts could tell of such a warrior, the man who wordlessly lived upon the ocean forever chasing the serpent of the depths. "Crack Mast" warrior king of the ocean. Such a tale even his armor must tell, soaked in his and his enemies blood. The journal read mockingly aloud by a simple grave robber to a group of like minded grave robbers. "Sounds like quite a plunder therein. Can you believe this was what was read at the mans funeral?" With pick in hand he bore down upon the metal and rock wall entombing the spirit of the devil known as "Skarl King of the Depths".
An unfitting end to the story of an undeserving man. For though the myth held the beginning in truth; the details passed by word of mouth had been stretched or lost entirely. It was true; the young berserker was born from a corpse, during the purge of his kin from the frozen north lands, the elans hung the dead from trees; in a charnel monument to the fires of the superior conquering the weak. Not that the genocide was entirely unwarranted; the barbarians were diseased. They spread like a plague creating chaos and death in their wake. Cor had determined their race to be tried until near extinction, that the handful remaining would be the work of legends. And so the bearkin was raised amongst the animal half of his kin. The cubs of the bearkin were not born so helpless as a human infant; they even so young possessed a keen survival instinct, and a legendary strength combined with an unstoppable berserker fury. A child of the bear could hold their own against a seasoned veteran of war, they would have been a highly sought commodity if not for the fact that fewer than two hundred numbered themselves amongst the living.
Cities were far too crowded and noisy for any clansman to exist peaceably for long, the sword and freedom had it's call; and though Ulfheoinn recognized himself as a member of the "civilized" races he was far more comfortable in the wild; where he could be open and free from the troubles of the world. However he found religion to be a tenet undeniable, and the crusade of Cor against that which would claim the lives of the innocent an undeniable cross in which he bore willingly. His exceptional fury allowed him to live with the life of war easily; and his religious conviction and adherence to his sacred and familial vows showed the Elan's of the north that there was far more to this "animal" than the rest of his kind; and his devotion and conditioning made him deserving of life. His blood memories made him a bit of a strange creature; as well as his uncontrollable battle frenzy. A gift that could often turn the tide of a battle; for weal or woe.
As a youth it was difficult for the frenzy to distinguish friend from foe; the Elan's and their warriors being entirely without a unique scent all seemed the same and the frenzy caused him to harm those who would have called him brother unwittingly. Though the telepathic gifting of the Elan's soon took that flaw and purged him of it completely. With the concentrated fuel of his hate he would bear down righteously upon his foes cutting them to the ground. Soon his name grew amongst the ranks and the overlords had a special task in mind for him. They could never spare the secrets of their order falling into the wrong hands, by sending a lesser psionic warrior to the field; but Ulfheoinn was expendable. Thus he came to be sent out into the world as an eye on the comings and goings of life outside; perhaps to teach him to be more man than beast. Or perhaps to teach the world that the animals are to be respected.
Ulfheoinn Skarl
Crusader of Odin
Shifter - Beasthide And Wild Hunt
"A mortal to be sure; but it's the mortals who make history. The All Father smiles upon those who die gloriously; for it is we who sit with Him in Valhalla!"
Bolded part is a no. Custom pantheon in use, Odin holds no sway in Aalia.