Originally Posted by Marc v1.0 (Post 984371)

I blame the whole "Hate the Sin, Hate the Sinner" mentallity a lot of religious people have developed.

Originally Posted by bluestarultor (Post 984392)

I just assumed it was a joke? Well, at any rate, by Telepathy 5, he already has Brain Lock (which shuts down every thought in your brain, paralyzing you in a stupor), Dominate, Psionic, and a nifty little level 3 power called Crisis of Breath, which is cast in a standard action and forces the target to, get this, actually have to think to breathe for 1 round per caster level. Unless the target spends a standard action to gasp for air, it needs to roll a fort save at the end of the round or pass out with 0 HP, and every round taken without breathing adds 1 to the check. Granted, it takes an additional 2 power points to affect an animal or magical beast, and/or 4 to affect a dragon or outsider, but every 2 additional power points spent adds 1 to the base fort check while they're at it, so a smart Psion would dump in 6 just to cover all bases and stick you with a fort +3 for 5 rounds.

Oh, and if you pass out under its effects, you drop to -1 the next round and start dying.

Originally Posted by Marc v1.0 (Post 984401)

He might just be describing a particular setup, and not an actual player character

Originally Posted by Smarty McBarrelpants (Post 984417)

Yes but you'll be walking in the market one day and catch something, a glimpse, a flash of green, and a strange cadence of hisses.
You'll forget it, carry home for the night, humming to yourself a tune you've never heard before and tossing money to the beggars, oddly out in force.
You'll take your shower and clean your teeth and lie down for your sleep. You've been having trouble sleeping lately, your latent powers tend to awake at night. But not this night. This night a strange lull washes over you and cradles you to sleep, an experience not encountered since you lay in your mother's arms listening to her gentle lullaby.
In the morning there is no body, only a mystery pile of ion stones left on top of a bed of blood.

Originally Posted by Smarty McBarrelpants (Post 984417)

Yes but you'll be walking in the market one day and catch something, a glimpse, a flash of green, and a strange cadence of hisses.
You'll forget it, carry home for the night, humming to yourself a tune you've never heard before and tossing money to the beggars, oddly out in force.
You'll take your shower and clean your teeth and lie down for your sleep. You've been having trouble sleeping lately, your latent powers tend to awake at night. But not this night. This night a strange lull washes over you and cradles you to sleep, an experience not encountered since you lay in your mother's arms listening to her gentle lullaby.
In the morning there is no body, only a mystery pile of ion stones left on top of a bed of blood.