Loké

Another issue can be when she first finds out, if your reputation is too low she'll just flat-out leave.

Sorry if I seem to be negative about the kit, the idea has a lot of merit but I think it is more suited to a non-weapon using fighter type....where the weapons being used are the spells you describe except they are Touch spells you use instead of weapons.

Don't worry, it's why I posted here, for feedback. I feel you've got a point with what you've suggested with the backstab, I'll probably cap it at x2, but make it x3 at higher levels (Around 15 or 10, probably).
Another thing to note however is I'm going to set the proficancies to only 3, which is only one better than a ranger or paladin.

I agree with the sentiments about the stat penalties, but I can't really think of anything *really* obvious, or nasty, which both suits the style of the kit and is codeable. If you have any ideas, feel free to suggest them, and tell me what you think of the revised version.

My one and only issue would be:

-Every second level (starting at level 2) character gains 1x to backstab. So at level 2, x2 backstab multiplier, at level 4, x3 backstab and can hide in shadows, as per usual restrictions. (Hence this might work for a thief or ranger instead. An alternative to the Hide in the shadows is a short invisiblity spell, castable a few times per day)


This would be capped after a while, right? Otherwise it could get to pretty insane levels..

Oh yes, of course-I was thinking around x4-enough to make a difference but not THAT much.

As for the Pit-fighter build, yes, I've seen that, but that's more for fighters what the Swashbuckler is for rogues, in my minds eye. I'm thinking something along the lines of what the assassin-something people might not like (hence the -4 charisma) but not neccessarly evil.

Edit: Ah, I have a better analogy-if John Wayne (because let's face it, he played the same character) in one of his western films is the noble fighter type, then I'm aiming for Clint Eastwood 'Man with no name' style warrior.

When you killed Mulahey, did you get the movie that starts with something about the death of Mulahey?

Mulahey's death triggers the start of Chapter 3.

Never has for me, it's always picking up one of the scrolls.

Bastard, bastard, bastard NTL....

NTL eh?

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