We are all sitting about the common room regaling each other with tales of adventures long past, ale or mulled wine filling our cups when the inn door burst open, a cold breeze blowing the warmth of the inn away.

A hulking shape silhouetted by the bright early springtime sun, fills the door completely. Stooping to get through the door, and still not able to stand fully erect once inside, your first instinct is to grab your weapons for an ogre has walked calmly into your midst. Except you are checked by the polite apologies as the hulking form reaches behind closing the door, while taking off his cloak, and propping a massive Ashandarei against the bar. Shock runs through you at the fact that this mountain of a man has four arms.

Ignoring the stares of everyone in the inn, he addresses only the innkeeper, “A room if you would please; the finest available... and a round for everyone.” He tosses a platinum piece to the astounded man. Retrieving his Ashandarei, he follows the innkeeper up the stairs to his room. As soon as he is out of sight the common room erupts in conversation.

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As many of you know I have been working on a Human mutant character concept, and I have finally finished what I was working on.

This is what I came up with: (D&D 3.5)

Name: Markus Flynn
Class: Ranger 3, Fighter 7
Race: Human Mutant
Size: Medium (enlarged form)
Alignment: LN
Height: 8’ – 3”
Weight: 320 lb
Looks: Huge person with 4 arms, and translucent skin. Brown hair cut short and green eyes.

Str: 20 I originally rolled 18, 17, 16, 15, 14, 17 (on 4d6 dropping lowest)
Dex: 17
Con: 16
Int: 15
Wis: 14
Cha: 15

BAB: 10/5
Fort: 11
Ref: 8
Will: 5

Grapple: 27/22
Speed: 25’
Initiative mod: +7
AC: 27 Flat-footed: 24 Touch: 14


Racial features /Mutations (The MP Costs and Values have to equal 0. The benefits being balanced by the drawbacks)

EXTRA ARMS [MAJOR]
You grow an additional pair of arms. The extra arms look and behave exactly like your other arms.
MP Cost: 6.
Benefit: As a creature with more than two arms, you gain a +4 mutation bonus on Climb checks and grapple checks. For the purposes of combat, both extra arms are treated as “off hands” (that is, you still have only one primary hand).

ENLARGED FORM [MAJOR]
You grow, becoming an freakishly large specimen of your kind.
MP Cost: 6.
Benefits: You become as large as your size category allows (8 feet tall for Medium-size characters, 4 feet tall for Small characters). However, you function in many ways as if you were one size category larger. Whenever you are subject to a size modifier or special size modifier for an opposed check (such as during grapple checks, bull rush attempts, and trip attempts), you are treated as one size larger when it is advantageous to you. You are also considered to be one size larger when determining whether special attacks based on size (such as improved grab or swallow whole) can affect you. You can use weapons designed for a creature one size larger without penalty (for example, a Medium-size character with this mutation can wield a Large weapon one-handed).
This mutation does not change your face or reach.

THIN SKIN [DRAWBACK]
You are more susceptible to harm.
MP Value: 5.
Drawback: You take 1 additional point of damage each time you are wounded.

ABILITY DECAY [DRAWBACK]
Your body or mind suffers from some marked deformity or deterioration.
MP Value: 4.
Drawback: One of your ability scores (your choice) permanently decreases by 2. You cannot apply this drawback to an ability score of 3 or less.
Special: You may take this drawback multiple times. Its effects stack.

REDUCED SPEED [DRAWBACK]
You are unable to move as quickly as normal due to various mutations and deformities.
MP Value: 3.
Drawback: Reduce your speed by 5 feet. This speed decrease also applies to any natural burrow, climb, fly, or swim speed you might have.
Special: You may take this drawback multiple times. Its effects stack.

Feats/Class features:

Ambidextrous (full strength on off hands)
Favoured Enemy- Monstrous Humanoid
Track
Wild Empathy
Power Attack
Combat Style –Multiweapon fighting
Endurance
Imp Shield bash
Imp Sunder
Imp Unarmed Strike
Imp Initiative
Imp Grapple
Blind Fighting
Cleave

Skills: (with ranks or bonuses)

Balance 7
Climb 15
Diplomacy 8
Handle Animal 12
Hide 13
Knowledge Geo 7
Knowledge Nat 9
Listen 12
Move Silent 13
Profession cook 4
Ride 5
Search 12
Spot 12
Survival 14
Common
Draconic
Worg
Giant


Armour:
+5 Mithril Breastplate armour
Spiked Heavy Steel Shield
Ring of Protection +1
Amulet of Natural Armour +1

Weapons:
+2 Large Ashandarei (Weapon from WoT) 1d8(b)/2d6(s)+7 crit: 19-20x2
No Range increment, 2 handed weapon

Large Adamantine Sword Breaker 1d8+5(P or S) crit: 19-20x2
No Range increment, light weapon. Considered a 1 handed weapon for disarm attempts against blades. +4 to disarm and sunder attempts against blades.

Large Morningstar 2d6+5(B+P) crit: x2 B+P 1 handed weapon

Heavy spiked shield 1d6+5(P) crit: x2

Large Longbow 2d6(P) crit: x3 2 handed ranged weapon
Increment 100’


Other Magic:

Bag of holding Type I


Monies: 1532gp


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After about a half hours time the hulking 4 armed man comes back down the stairs, freshly groomed and dressed in fine clothing.
Both sets of arms clasped behind his back he stands as striate as the ceiling allows addressing the inn patronage, “Good evening everyone!” His surprisingly tenor voice resonates across the room, “My name is Markus Flynn, and I’m sure you have all noticed my entrance into this fine establishment. If you will but allow me to sup in peace, I would be happy to tell you all, my tale!” Turning to address only the innkeeper, “I would be much obliged for a meal of whatever the kitchen is serving this evening, and another round of drinks for everyone.” Remaining crouched, he walks to an empty table in the far corner of the room. Sitting down, the chair groans under his large frame.

Largely ignoring everyone, other than the cat that has curled up in his lap, he eats his meal savouring every bite. Finally having finished one of the serving maids whisks away his plate, bringing Markus another tankard of ale. “Thank you miss.” He says with a smile, placing a silver piece into her hand.

The conversation had picked up while Markus was eating, but now it dies down again all eyes turning to him.

Clearing his throat, Markus begins, “My tale isn’t as exciting as most people think upon seeing me, but it is an interesting enough tale, if I do say so myself!” With a reminiscing smile on his face, “My Father, Michael Flynn, was an adventurer now turned farmer. And my mother, Gondelyn Flynn, was a mage who never had the chance to gain a great renown; though she was apprenticed to Elminster himself.

She became pregnant with me early in her apprenticeship, and concealed the fact for fear that the Great Elminster would send her away... As she found out would have been for the best.” Taking a sip from his tankard he continues, “My parents told me that at first the pregnancy was as normal as any... but as her pregnancy and apprenticeship continued things became more and more difficult. Finally after 5 months Elminster found out, and told her the consequences of her actions.”

Markus looks around the room catching many people in the eyes, “You see, when you use magic, it affects your body. That is why many powerful wizards are withered and not all that pleasant to look at. The magic takes its toll on the body. And when a women is pregnant and uses magic it takes its toll on the unborn child as well.” He raises all four of his arms to illustrate the point.

“Elminster made my mother promise to not use magic any more while pregnant. To which, after learning what using magic and being pregnant could do, she readily agreed. However the damage, if you call it that, was done.”

“I was born two months early, yet was still larger than most babies born a few weeks late; coming in at 11 lb 4 oz. The time of my berth and my unusual size weren’t the only thing different about me.” Again raising all four arms and pulling up the sleeve on one. “If you look closely you will see that my skin is translucent. My parents told me that when I was born it was nearly transparent. And it stayed that way for a few months until becoming milkier to what you see today.”

Markus continues his story, “Home for me growing up was the Cormyrian countryside outside of Suzail. Father had a farm there where I helped out. Mother was often in Suzail proper continuing her apprenticeship. Though there weren’t many other kids my age about, the ones that were either stayed away, or bullied and made fun of me because of my differences. And because of that I tended to stick to the woods, and wilderness. There I found comfort in the trees, with the animals.”

Taking another drink, “When I was 10 years of age my mother left her apprenticeship. She was worried that I wouldn’t learn anything of society spending all my time in the woods. So she took me to school. Teaching me how to cook, and how to talk, and act within society. All in all those lessons in etiquette were more than useful, but they were dry and boring.
Over the next few years my mother started to go out adventuring... flexing her new found magical powers. Each time she went out she was gone longer and longer. I stayed home on the farm with my father. My great size and strength was a great boon on the farm.”

Shifting slightly and taking a breath, “Then one day when I was 16, a messenger came to the farm. My mother had been out adventuring...” He clears his throat, “Excuse me, as many times as I have told this story it still chokes me up... My mother had fallen.”

“A herd of minotaurs had taken something of value... to this day I don’t know what... Her party had been hired to take it back. As it turned out the herd was too much for the group. Only Jacob Woodsbridge a young fighter new to the party survived to be able to let us know of my mother’s fall. My father and I were distraught. But we managed to move on with our lives. It was then that I started training; teaching myself about fighting, learning with earnest the ways of the woods so that I could avenge my mother’s death.”

Turning to the serving maid with a smile, “Excuse me miss, could you please bring me some nuts, or some other thing to munch on? Thank you”

“I don’t want to take too much time, but I will tell you this. I did indeed find that herd of minotaurs... and they paid for their crimes...” Looks into his drink, “...With their lives.”
Looking back up as the serving maid brings the nuts, “Thank you my dear.”

“Now; please I have told you my tale, Won’t someone regale me with theirs?” Markus concludes, popping a nut into his mouth.