Engerek01: I added you both.
CEP file is huge. 5 GB. 7 GB with the 2.61 Update. I downloaded everything in the requirements section and I have no idea what to do with them :))
EDIT:
EMS Changes.txt file says. ----------------------------------
Druid Spells If you're wearing metal armour, which is anything other than Cloth or Light, any spell you attempt to cast will AUTOMATICALLY FAIL. I don't care that BW incorrectly gave you Medium Armour proficiency, or that you can MC to Fighter and run around in Full Plate with no side-effects. EMS is about fixing bugs, and that's a bug. Deal with it. You're lucky you don't lose all spellcasting for 24 hours, which is the real rule. --------------------------------------
That sucks. Why did they change a core element of the game like that?
That actually sounds more fun. Druids are supposed to be nature-lovers and whatnot, so that's cool! There are many rules and equipment that have changed over time and often it's to the negative impact of the player -- but they are rules there to work more in-line with the role-playing of the characters.
My character:
I'll use my old favorite bard name: Willin Unders
Willin Unders grew up on a farm far out on the countryside of the Calespur Ranges as an only child. His father fell ill when he was 14, so Willin took over the farm on his own.
Willin kept himself entertained during the long days by singing -- and sing he did! He naturally found the rhythms and chords to encourage himself to work a little longer and a little harder.
Little did he think of his song until his 17th year. His father was once again healthy, but even with his help, the harvest was too vast and so he hired extra help to gather the grain. His song not only encouraged him, it did the same with the hired hands. They worked harder and longer than the ever had. But at the end of the day, they deemed Willin's song witchcraft and decided to lynch him then and there.
Filled with fear, Willin opened his mouth and a tremendous explosion of sound and air threw his would-be captors to the ground. With another song, Willin ran faster than a gazelle and was out of sight.
For the next several days, Willin watched the farm under the cover of tall grass. The hired help were paid extra by his father and then they left peacefuly. When Willin finally returned home, his father spoke with him.
"You needn't return son," he said. "You have a special gift and you should use it to help others."
He gave Willin a bit of money and wished him luck.
Since then, Willin has been traveling the countryside. He makes a living singing late in taverns while gathering and spreading gossip. And more than once he has ended a bar fight with his song, but occasionally he would draw unwanted attention and then he would move on.
Who knows what the future holds for this young man?
