Sorcerer's Place Member Item Shop mod (temp frozen, waiting for IEEP2)

Faragon's Companion, "The Elf Slayer"

Relations between Elves and Dwarves have always been at best uneasy, and at worst downright bloody. Faragon's hatred for anything elven was exceptional even by dwarven standards.

Early in his career, Faragon insisted on joining the vanguard of a dwarven host that was to join their Elven enemies in battle. Such bravado was not without a price. Before he even had the chance to close in on his foes, he took an arrow in the shoulder. He lay on the battlefield too injured to get back up, and passed out.

The Dwarves won the field that day in a convincing, though hard won, victory. The camp that night was alive with the Dwarves celebrating and drinking the whole night through. However, the recuperating Faragon was in no mood to celebrate. He was angry at having been deprived of the chance to participate in the victory.

His bitterness became so great that he commissioned the Duergar to craft a special axe for him. The next time he took the field marked the birth of a legend. As the Dwarven and Elven forces eyed each other across the battlefield, Faragon strode forward. In a booming voice that all could hear, he declared, "Next pansy elven archer gets me axe in his belly!" To this day, Dwarves everywhere regale with fondness that the Elvish host immediately turned around and fled for their very lives. What Elvish historians have to say has yet to be heard.

Many would be the myths and legends that would be ascribed to Faragon and the axe that he carried in his belt, day and night. It was said that arrows and bolts would be snared in by the axe like a magnet, and then clatter harmlessly off the blade. Even the Drow, whose culture preaches utter fearlessness against the enemies of Lolth, dreaded to come within ten feet of Faragon and his mighty weapon.

Attack Bonus: +3, +6 vs. Elves, Half-Elves, and Drow.
Damage: 1d8+3, +6 vs. Elves, Half-Elves, and Drow
Special:
+4 A.C. vs. missile weapons
any elf, half-elf, or drow struck by the weapon must save vs. death at -2 or die instantly.
Proficiency: Axe, one-handed

[ March 13, 2003, 10:52: Message edited by: Beren ]

 

Well, while I was eating supper, I had what was for lack of a better word, "inspiration". I just had to post it once I worked out the details.

No, I didn't consult Faragon. If he doesn't want that particular representation in the Sorcerer's Place mod, I can certainly respect that.

 

Well, here's what I came up with once I thought about it.

Khazraj's Rage, "The Molten Plate"

Khazraj was especially brutal and powerful, even for a Fire Giant. He and his band of Fire Giants, Sun Giants, and Fire Trolls were the terror of caravans and humanoid settlements in both the southern reaches of Tethyr and the Calim desert.

However, with the self-gratification that came with such destructive pillaging also came increased notoriety. It was only a matter of time before the powers that be in Tethyr took notice, and made concerted efforts at bringing the villainous giant to justice. He and his motley crew were last known to have sought refuge within the Marching Mountains.

It is roughly around this time that his armor first made its appearance in Athkatla. It glows with an eerie red light, as though a fire elemental were trapped within and trying to escape. Indeed, one of many reasons Khazraj was so hard to kill was that striking the armor invariably burned the assailant. Any who wish to don this armor must also realize that the fire encased within the armor will occasionally burst, scorching friend and foe alike. Also, even though the armor has been magically resized so that a humanoid can wear it, it remains so heavy that a strength enhancing item is all but mandatory.

Considering the infamous tales of Khazraj's brutal yet impressive exploits, it is safe to assume that he lost the armor to subterfuge as opposed to more forceful methods. Whomever wears this armor should keep this in mind should he be planning a trip south.

Armor Class: -2
Weight: 500 lbs.
Special:
50% Fire Resistance
each time the wear is struck, the assailant suffers 1d10 fire damage.
there is a 5% chance on the wearer being struck that the armor will unleash a Sunfire spell.

Hope you like it.

[ March 13, 2003, 09:36: Message edited by: Beren ]

 

Well, I hope Gopher doesn't mind this, but I came up with another one.

Gopher's Silver Harp, "The Enigma"

Gopher was a half-elven bard of considerable skill. Granted, Gopher was an unusual name for a Bard. Yet he was a minstrel and an actor through and through. He much preferred life on the stage or in the tavern to the often self-gratifying lot of the adventurer. Glory, wealth, and the acquisition of items of great magical power meant nothing to him. It was not often that he could be persuaded to join in an adventure.

As and when he elected to join an adventuring company, it was always for a new experience, to meet new people, or to see a new part of the world. It was not long before a self-serving Red Wizard of Thay observed this pattern in Gopher's seemingly enigmatic behaviour.

He duped the bard into a journey into some distant catacombs. The bard had been convinced that he would be helping the locals by ridding the catacombs of the undead and other monstrosities within. Also ... he had not been to this particular area before. As it turned out, what the Red Wizard really wanted was help clearing out the guardians of a powerful magic staff. Gopher was angered when he caught on to the wizard's deceit, but he let the matter pass.

It was when he heard that the wizard was using his newfound power to oppress the locals that Gopher decided to take action. Before the Wizard had time to react, Gopher struck a chord on his silver harp. The Wizard was rendered mute. Of course, he had a spell to get around this. But this bought Gopher enough time to play the harp in earnest, a melody that tore apart the wizard's mind. Left slavering at the mouth, he was then helpless before Gopher's blade.

Equip in quick-item slot.
Power Word Silence: three times a day.
Feeble Mind: three times a day.

I figured, it's a way to work in Gopher's abject preference for role-playing over powergaming.

 

Faragon, wish granted and "pansy" has been inserted into the post.

Well ...

Arabwel's Second Hand "Slashing a Path to Fortune"

Arabwel was arguably the deadliest ninja to ever stalk the land of Kara-tur. Though a seemingly frail young girl, she was lean, hard, and possessed of a speed of movement that could match any samurai.

After being hounded in the city by local authorities, she fell in with a band of highway robbers and thugs. Initially, there was no low to which this group would not stoop. But by sheer force of will and the strength of her skill, she moulded them into a vigilante group that lived by the cliche, "steal from the rich, give to the poor". This transition was not easy to enforce. But once complete, it was a rare member of the group that would speak against her. It was rarer still for one to take up his blade against her.

Of course, what would banditry of even the nobility be without some reward? Arabwel eventually retired a wealthy woman, admired by her fellow bandits and common folk alike. How her powerful katana has made its way here remains a mystery.

Damage: 1d10+3
Attack Bonus: +3
Special:
Improved Invisibility once a day
1 extra attack each round
+2d4 electrical damage
Proficiency: Katana

EDIT: Taza, I've added the second name for this katana

[ October 01, 2003, 18:12: Message edited by: Beren ]