Bamz the Insane

I've been adventuring DDO for a couple years, and fell in love with some of the locations, as well as some stories people had. Now, I'm here to listen, and maybe tell a few.

Apr 202016

Recently, I’ve been looking at the art of the multiclass, and trying to come up with combinations of different enhancement lines. This character is the result of trying to create something to combat undead, especially using the Assassin’s Trick to gain sneak attack bonuses, as well as throwing in some two-weapon fighting.

The build is designed for humans (though I imagine other races could fit with a couple of small changes). I did also design this intending for a free-to-play character, so a 28 point build at a minimum. The ability scores turn out to be 13/15/10/10/14/12 as a first level paladin. Feats: Power Attack, Bonus: Precision, and class: Follower of the Sovereign Host. Skills: Max ranks in Heal, Concentration, and Intimidate. Enhancements at first level: Slayer of Evil I, Extra Smite (2 ranks), and Extra Turning (1 rank).

Level 2. Class: Ranger. Skills: Heal +1, Concentration +1, Spot +5. Class Feat: Favored Enemy (Undead). Enhancements: Shield of Whirling Steel, Item Defense (3 ranks).

Level 3. Class: Ranger. Skills: Heal +1, Concentration +1, Listen +5. Feats: Oversized Two-Weapon Fighting. Enhancements: Improved Defense (3 ranks), Improved Parry (1 rank).
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Apr 072016

Dear Shinae,

Again, sorry about not writing in a while, but I’ve been up to a lot lately. Does assassination count if the thing you’re fighting is not technically alive? I’ve been curious about that since I found a stone golem beneath Stormreach. DEEP beneath Stormreach. So deep that I spent a couple days finding the place, thought that might be because of a delay by hobgoblins.

Alright, I’ll explain in detail. I met an adventurer, named Dael, who tried to explore through a section of Stormreach sewers known as the Steam Tunnels. She had to turn back due to a kobold tribe blocking the path that she had to take. However, she was on an important mission for the Wayfinder Foundation, and couldn’t leave the city without collecting an artifact. You can guess how I got involved…

The kobolds were easy to get past. They weren’t as organized as other tribes I came across, and even the Kobold Brothers looked like a dwarf colony compared to the Steam Tunnel Kobolds. The problem lay deeper in the sewers: troglodytes, undead, and hobgoblins.

The troglodytes didn’t appear to be like a tribe. They were more of a border patrol or scouting party for some large force in some other section of the sewers. I’ll have to investigate… Nonetheless, I don’t like trogs. You would know. Undead are also nasty wherever you go. That necromancer didn’t seem too happy to find me sneaking through his tiny domain.

The real issues were the hobgoblins. Second largest tribe I have seen, second to Arzag-Khor (I have heard about the Splinterskull tribe, but I haven’t seen their lair). The Cloven-Jaw hobgoblins were quite numerous, and one cleric in particular defeated me. I was climbing a ladder, when I heard a chant higher up in the sewer. An impulse came into my head, and I found myself letting go of the ladder and falling head first towards the floor below. Then the fire trap went off!

The fire combined with a head injury knocked me out. I guess the goblinoids had some sort of plan for me, because I woke up in their slave camp, being prodded by a bunch of curious kobolds. The guards had taken my swords, but they didn’t check my sleeves. I’m glad I keep a spare set of daggers now. Those kobolds were glad as well. They invited me to go back to their clan for payment for rescuing them. Though, mainly, I’m happy to say I know I’m stronger now. Did I wait 17 days to be rescured? No. I rescued myself, and didn’t put you in harm’s way with my failure.

From there, I found that cleric and dumped his corpse into the filthy sewer water, and then proceeded to find and assassinate the hobgoblin chief for good measure. Those mangy dogs will remember to avoid me in the future!

Then that whole golem instance happened… Dodging a giant (or at least something that resembles one) and attacking its legs? Easier said than done. That thing punted me across the ruins like a ball. Had to sit in a hospital ward for a week while waiting for broken bones to heal with assisted magic… How I destroyed the golem I can only owe to luck. Enough chopping at its leg and it fell over. The artifact it was guarding was some sort of seal. Don’t know what it could do, other than look nice on a wall, but questioning isn’t part of the job… most of the time.



P. S. Remind me to NEVER explore a ruin that’s guarded by constructs.

P. P. S. Also remind me to find someone named “Ixengix”. She’s supposedly a ring leader of outcast kobolds. I was told by the kobold slaves to meet her.

Mar 202016

A young warrior stood at the bow of the ship, starring into the northern sky as the sun set and night flew slowly through the air. Although the new adventurer was human, her hazelnut hair was braided in an elvish fashion, and her chainmail armor and twin short swords were also of elvish origin. Two elves approached the young woman, a husband and his wife, and joined the human. The male’s brown hair was both long and untamed, while the female’s black hair was shorter and neatly braided.

“We’re proud of you for making this decision.” The elf wife said. “We never expected you would want to go back.”

The human didn’t say anything. She continued to look out at the horizon through her bright green eyes.

“We expect there to be more trouble than you can handle.” The elf husband added. “It’s perfectly understandable if you call for help.”
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Mar 052016

Two warriors stood facing each other in the ruins. The human on the north side of the ruins was breathing heavily, blood dripping from multiple wounds in her body. Her hair was braided in an elvish fashion, and she wore leather armor that was ripped, revealing open wounds. Several empty sheaths were strapped to her back, the weapons broken and scattered about the clearing. A single dagger was clutched in her left hand, and she glared at her opponent with bright, green eyes.

The other figure loomed on the other side of the crumbling structure, standing perfectly still in its dark plate armor. Its face was masked in shadows underneath a helm, except for two red eyes glowing with hate. It clutched a longsword, the hilt of which was decorated to resemble a dragon’s skull with Khyber dragonshards as eyes. The blade of the sword glowed with a faint, cold light, despite being spattered with blood both fresh and dried.

“This has been entertaining…” The death knight said. “But why don’t you give up already? The Keeper is already grabbing your shoulder. I, on the other hand, am prepared to fight for days on end.” He boasted, brandishing his blade.

The woman spat blood on the ground, then inhaled shakily. “You should know me by now.” She whispered. “I’m not going to give up. Especially not a fight such as this. You have to fall at some point. We both know that.”

The death knight chuckled. “Then bring it. Show me your last strength, Mika.” With a flick, he stood braced for a charge.
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Feb 202016

Dear Mawry Haversack,

I’ve been experiencing some unsettling dreams recently, and have increasingly felt that I had to tell someone. I don’t trust Kear, Cydonie, or Fred enough, and the six adventurers I trust are nowhere to be found. So, instead, I write to you, Mawry. This is just something I need to get off my chest.

About a month before I arrived at Stormreach, I was thrown into the sewers after a gang was cross with me when I tried to palm a necklace (that’s another story). In the depths of Sharn, a clan of troglodytes and kobolds dragged me into their lair, keeping me along with other unfortunate citizens. The leader of these creatures is unlike anything I’ve seen so far, save for the Tunnelworm kobolds.

Sirax is a vile, cruel, fiend of a troglodyte that’s fueled by hatred and anger towards the civilized races: men, elves, halflings, gnomes, goblinoids, orcs, warforged, and especially dwarves. He’s consumed with the belief that everyone else is out to slaughter his kind, and has been doing so since they first encountered the ancient Dhakaani Empire. In turn, he feels that the only way to bring justice is to torture any citizens of the surface world that are unfortunate enough to end up in his realm.

To be honest, I don’t trust my mind to remember everything that happened. My imagination got quite active in a place with no light to tell the difference between dream and reality… I do remember branding, and I’m reminded every time I look in the mirror… I also remember that Sirax kept track of how many days have passed, and he became interested in me after day 13… He said that I was… “special”. Said that I was determined to get out and not give up…

What helped me was that I had a small glimmer of hope that I desperately clung to. I knew that my older sister, Shinae, would find me. On day 17, she did, bringing a drow and a shifter with her. They were in chains, due to the drow’s poor judgement, but it was enough to inspire an escape plan. My legs were broken in the process, but it succeeded.

Since then, I couldn’t forgive myself. The one time I take something that I didn’t need, and I ended up in the sewers. Shinae was hurt. So… I must make it up to her, even if I separated myself from her. I must become strong… I must find Sirax. Make him pay. Make him suffer for everything he’s done. Not just to me and Shinae, but to everyone. But… am I stooping to his level with this… anger and fear?

With uncertainty,

Liddae Greenbottle