OOC Discussion and shit

[Sneaky_Sable]

Or...

Create a demiplane so large and vast that the Prime Material Plane is just a pocket dimension of it. Then keep the PMP in a jar on your desk.

[sirpercival]

Sirpercival, I do think you have created a real TO monster. good job !

Thank you!  As I said, I won't be using this tactic in this game, though it does require a few things from this game that I would probably never get anywhere else (the Epic rules, such shadowcraft shenaniganery, and the item of command word Lucubration).  If you guys are interested, I can post the details here provided Aye promises not to use them against us

Or...

Create a demiplane so large and vast that the Prime Material Plane is just a pocket dimension of it. Then keep the PMP in a jar on your desk.

Meh, that takes too long.  The size of a demiplane isn't level-based.  Might as well conquer the ones that already exist. 

EDIT: Though, with arbitrarily high spell slots, I could create huge huge demiplanes with Spell Sculptor + Genesis.  But it would still take WAY too long.

[Sneaky_Sable]

Okay. How's this sound for a bit of background flavor:

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Candice Parker was, at some point in her life, an innocent young woman. She helped out with her family's farm, since the son that her father wanted was born after her, and wasn't strong enough to truly help out in the field. Thus, the duties of the son fell upon the daughter, which caused her father no end of misery. She would handle the livestock, till the fields, and do all of the chores that her younger brother Frederick would inherit, once he was old enough and strong enough.

One particularly unassuming day, in a part of the field she had worked a hundred times at least, she felt her blade come into contact with something buried beneath the soil. Digging a little further, she found the hilt of a sword. It was ancient, though it seemed that the only obvious sign of its age was the dirt and soil that encrusted it. Perhaps her father would know more about it, and if nothing else, they could sell it for extra coin. With the best of intentions, she withdrew the sword from the earth.

The sword felt heavy, more so as a burden then a weight, though it soon lightened. The handle felt warm and wet, like a damp rag. As a play, she swung the sword a few times, pretending she was an adventurer. Deadly monsters, high heroics, and the call of destiny.

... Destiny...

She paused, looking for the source of the voice. She never saw the raised section of the crossguard open, or the tiger's eye gemstone it hid. Nor did she see it turn to look at her, and narrow its band.

... You hold your Destiny...

"Who said that?" she looked around in a panic, holding the sword in front of her as though to intimidate whoever came near her. "Who... who are you? Where are you?"

... You hold me...

Her glance dropped to the ancient sword, and her glance met its. Her pupils turned into tiny dots as the blade spoke with her, filled her mind with images and promises.

I move from warlord to warlord, from kingmaker to king, from devotee to divine. Though me, the unassuming become the architects of Destiny. Tell me your dreams, and I can help you achieve them.

This was it! Her dreams of adventure and fame! She could help the family, she could help the farm, she could do so much. Though, her thoughts turned darker for a moment. She could prove to her father that she was the child he wanted, and that he didn't need to wait for her brother to grow up. She could prove that a daughter was worth as much of a father's love as a son.

Accept me, and your family will never know loss. They will never feel another winter's chill.

She gave a pause. "Can you make me an equal in my father's eyes?"

And more.

She gave a nod, "I... I accept you." and the weight of the sword lessened. It felt like handling a small stick, or a farm tool. She swung the blade around a few more times, to get a feel for the weapon, and every time she swung the blade, her smile grew larger. Her cheers must have grown too loud, though, since her father was standing before her for a few minutes before she realized he was there.

"What is that!?" he asked, pointing at the sword.

"It's my sword." Candice said, almost defiantly.

"No woman under my roof owns a sword. Give it here!" He held out his hand, demanding. She stood her ground, even going so far as to tighten her grip. The handle felt warm again, and slightly damp. The tiger's eye on the crossguard was staring at her.

... Prove you are your father's equal...

"Give me that sword, or so help me Pelor I will paddle you until you learn your place!"

"You're not my better!" she screamed as she lunged forward and slashed. Her vision blacked out for what would be a moment, but in truth was closer to an hour. When her vision returned, she was covered in blood on the outskirts of her home, and her village was engulfed in flames.

"My father?"

Dead.

"Momma? Frederick?"

Dead. They did not suffer.

Oddly, she didn't cry. Her grip tightened on this weapon, which stained her soul but freed her from her humdrum life. "What do I call you? And who are you?"

I am Ebonblade, and together, we will fulfill a Destiny forged a thousand years ago. Armies rise at my call, and fall at my whim, and within you, I sense a Warlord.

This brought a smile. "Very well, Ebonblade. To destiny."

[Quillwraith]

Interesting. Is she evil, or is it just Ebonblade preventing her from reacting how she normally would?

How do you intend to build the character?

[AyeGill]

Or...

Create a demiplane so large and vast that the Prime Material Plane is just a pocket dimension of it. Then keep the PMP in a jar on your desk.

The prime material is infinite.
Also, sable, here's your antifeat rolls:
1d1000=85, 1d1000=362, 1d1000=437, 1d1000=352, 1d1000=237, 1d1000=372, 1d1000=548, 1d1000=523, 1d1000=5, 1d1000=486, 1d1000=493, 1d1000=501, 1d1000=705, 1d1000=880, 1d1000=694, 1d1000=900, 1d1000=74, 1d1000=40, 1d1000=53, 1d1000=523

[Sneaky_Sable]

It's your standard tale of Girl meets Inanimate Object. Her first act of evil leads her down a road of warlordly despotism (Lawful Evil) with a little help from Ebonblade.

I intend to build her in 3.5 Dungeons and Dragons.

Aye: Thanks. I'll reference these and get to work. Also, incoming PM!

[Quillwraith]

I intend to build her in 3.5 Dungeons and Dragons.

I meant what classes, race, that sort of thing.

[Sneaky_Sable]

She's going to be human, and I'm thinking Lower class, maybe even peasant or serf.

[Quillwraith]

She's going to be human, and I'm thinking Lower class, maybe even peasant or serf.

I refered to character class.

[Sneaky_Sable]

Didn't you read her backstory? She's got tons of character...

Okay, I can literally do this all day, so in light of that, I'm thinking the following:

Commoner 1 / Kensai (Fighter Variant) 6 / Disciple of Dispater 8

[Quillwraith]

Okay, I can literally do this all day, so in light of that, I'm thinking the following:

Yay, literalness! Would you like a kudo for it? Is that the correct singular?

Commoner 1 / Kensai (Fighter Variant) 6 / Disciple of Dispater 8

Commoner? In a game this overpowered?

[Sneaky_Sable]

Okay, I can literally do this all day, so in light of that, I'm thinking the following:

Yay, literalness! Would you like a kudo for it? Is that the correct singular?

I think Kudos is both singular and plural. Like Ninja or Volkswagon. I'll take any kudos I can get, as long as they were earned

Oh, and thanks for the link to the character classes. I never knew Dungeons and Dragons was such a caste based society.

Commoner 1 / Kensai (Fighter Variant) 6 / Disciple of Dispater 8

Commoner? In a game this overpowered?

Absolutely. Sure, this is an insanely overpowered game where people can roll listen checks to deal damage to people that speak their names, but that doesn't mean that I can abandon all sense of decency. She started off as a farm girl, so she's earned that level of commoner. Not a single one of you nigh omnipotent jerks has ever tilled a field or milked a cow or tried to snatch the eggs out from under chickens, so when you're all starving on the field of battle and there's pigs to slaughter, eggs to harvest, and cows to milk, you'll all look to me with hunger in your bellies and sorrow in your hearts. Yes I took a level in commoner, and I'm damned proud of it.

[sirpercival]

Plus, she can take Commoner flaws.  Chicken Infested!  Delicious!  Incomprehensible Accent!  XP Farm!

[McPoyo]

Not entirely true, i've done all those things, just with undead cows, chicken, and fields

[sirpercival]

....

Undead Popcorn!

[ariasderros]

Ummm.... you're limiting yourself on the TK damage by the way.

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Major Crate a Massive bolder of lead. Size: 1,536,000lb which is ~7ft radius IIRC
Cast Shrink Item. This reduces size by 1/16th in each of the three dimensions, and reduces weight proportionally. The spell references it is about 1/400th, it is 1/4096.
New weight, 375lb
Shadow-Miracle Permanence Shrink Item on the Shrinking Lead Mountain. (For re-use, not necessary for one-shot)
Send lead ball at enemy. Shrink Item specifies that it is auto-undone by "impact", thus at moment of impact, it regrows back to full weight.
Dealing TK damage, based on it's full weight.
1,536,000lb, at 1d6 per 50lb, is 30,720d6.
This is based on the CL cap of 15 for TK.
With a CL of 90+, you could have a Shrinking Lead Mountain that deals 4x as much, or have 4 of the Shrinking Lead Mountains.
OR for EPIC! WIN!: Ahem. The best weight to damage in the game (That I know of) is the dart at 1d4 for 1/2 a pound. So a 16 pound dart (Colossal +) would deal 4d6. A 65,536 pound dart (size, Colossal 13+) would deal 256d6 damage. After Greater Mighty Wallop for +24 Size, would be counted as Colossal 27+, dealing 32,768d6 damage. Shrink Item on the Dart of Badasseries, reducing its weight to... 16lb  .
So you can throw one dart per CL.
Any that hit expand to deal full damage, but you're well within your TK weight limit.
Permanence lets you re-shrink them with a command word.

This is only one reason why I'm sure everything in the world either has HP damage immunity, or isn't alive. Delay Death + Beastland Ferocity is one combo I am sure will be used by every single NPC.

[Sneaky_Sable]

... Everything Ariasderros said...

I think my brain just shot itself.

[sirpercival]

I was leaving out the Shrink Item thing because technically those are improvised weapons and can break, leaving you with just some rock.  And solid rocks that big aren't easy to find.

Dart's a good idea, but you did your math wrong -- 13 + 24 isn't 27.  After GMW, that's Colossal 37+ size.  You left out 10 powers of 2.

That's 4294967296d6.  Just saying.

[ariasderros]

... Everything Ariasderros said...

I think my brain just shot itself.

With a colossal 37+ dart.

(I've actually used the Dart of Badasseries in a game w/o GMW and RoS. Which, still, with 15x 256d6 damage, is totally OP.
It was only used because the players had decided that the DM needed taken out of the group, and they wanted me to end the campaign. In the most insane way possible.
So I'd used the Deck of Many Things (we already had it, I just hadn't used it) + a Handy Haversack to hit level... 316? IIRC.
Then used DCFS + Heroics, to be what I call "the 9th path to pun-pun", as with this, at epic levels, you can have whatever stats you want. Level 316 is Epic.
Then I'd used Contact Other Plane as my Dial-a-God service to auto find every BBEG in the game.
Then Darted them to death.
DM tried to counter on the last BBEG. I was level 316. Every full-caster. Every Theurge. Etc.
There is no counter for that.)

@ Sir. P, oops.
And your math is wrong too. My spreadsheet says that 37+ would deal 1,048,576d6, not 4,294,967,296d6. You went 2 to far.

[sirpercival]

Crap, it doesn't work.  Darts aren't bludgeoning.

We need to find a high damage-to-weight ratio bludgeoning weapon.