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Brett Killoren

University of Florida (UF)

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Race/Species Conversion - Killoren (3.5e to 5.5e)

Another year has come and gone, and another Monster Week has arrived (April 20-24). This year, it's everything that has to do with the fey. When I did Kraken Week, I did species options, and when I did Dragon Week, I converted monsters to add to the game. I figured this year I'd go back to converting a playable to race to the newly minted 5.5 (formally 2024) rules.

Reminder that this was originally created and hosted by Point Hat and Ginny Di, for YouTubers to come together and do videos on that year's chosen monster. It’s been encouraged for others to join in as well. I’m not a YouTuber, so I post to this Tumblr blog.

The artist is for the logo is Antonio Demico, aka Pointy Hat himself.

For this entry, we're looking at the killoren from the Races of the Wild 3.5 book that came out in February 2005, over 22 years ago.

Without just copying and pasting everything here, the Forgotten Realms wiki has ecology lore on the killoren. When I mentioned the Races of the Wild book, I linked that to the original 3.5 design so you could compare this version with that one, if you wanted to. Overall, I think I did a pretty good job in keeping it close to the original, while balancing the aspects to each other.

As before with my entries, there’s no real “official” way to judge how powerful a creature is. There are definitely a lot of 3PP supplements and homebrew out there, which I tend to have to use as a guide. For this, I used the updated Detect Balance Plus, which did both 2014 5e and 2024 5.5 breakdowns on the same spreadsheet. This worked out to be around 32 points, which is close to where the elf and gnome sit. I was thinking of doing more, as dragonborn, goliath, and warforged are even more powerful, but ultimately decided against it. You'll notice this species doesn't have darkvision, which is rare in current day D&D, but a lot of fey like the changeling, fairy, and centaur do not.

Now, let's talk stats.

I'd forgotten how bare bones 5.5e design is. You're defaulted to a narrow choice of alignment and age, available languages are determined by DM, and your ability scores are now determined by your Background.

Killoren

Creature Type: Fey Size: Medium (about 5–6 feet tall) Speed: 30 feet

As a Killoren, you have these special traits.

Fey Ancestry. You have advantage on saving throws you make to avoid or end the charmed condition on yourself and magic can’t put you to sleep.

Manifest Nature's Might. After you finish a Long Rest, choose one of the options below. The manifested aspect lasts until you choose a different one with this trait. Here are the aspect options: Aspect of the Ancient. Your hair becomes snow white and your eyes turn sky blue. You have Expertise in the Intelligence (Nature) skill, gain resistance to Psychic damage, and are immune to the Charmed condition. Aspect of the Destroyer. Your hair and eyes turn coal black. When you hit a target with an attack roll and deal damage to it, you can also deal 1d6 Radiant damage to that target. The damage increases by 1d6 if the target is an aberration, construct, fiend, humanoid, ooze, or undead. You can use this trait a number of times equal to your Proficiency Bonus, and you regain all expended uses when you finish a Long Rest. Aspect of the Hunter. Your hair and eyes turn forest green, and your skin color becomes an earthy-tone brown. When you roll Initiative, you can add your Proficiency Bonus to the roll. In addition, you gain proficiency in the Perception and Stealth skills if you don't already have it, and you have Advantage on Dexterity (Stealth) and Wisdom (Perception) checks.

Naturalist. You have proficiency in the Animal Handling, Nature, or Survival skill.

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DnD character design

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@feyundead mentioned a modern fantasy AU type of deal, and I had to try.

This is Avehree, my Kilorean Shaman. For more info, and design drawings, look below the cut.

Name: Avehree

Race: Kilorean (Fey)

Class: Shaman/Spirit Healer

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Skills: Bless/Curse spells, Spirit/Animal communication, Poison/Med skills (herbalism), Mist Step (able to “blur” across field to assist teammates spontaneously), voodoo

Equip: Two daggers, component pouch, herbalism pouch

Bio: Avehree lives in the city, despite her people’s undying love of nature. Because of this, they are often sickly and tired. They believe that they can help people trapped there by poverty, illness, and anything else, really. Who wants to live in such a place?

They commune with the dead (being in the city, there are a great many spirits), and spend the majority of their time meditating in their apartment. This little crap hole of a place is covered, wall-to-wall, with flora, mostly plants able to survive with little light. As they meditate, the plants grow rapidly, and after a few days, the plants overgrow the entire apartment, completely encasing Avehree in greenery. They spend days at a time honing their spiritual connection to the world.

Avehree is very mellow, always calm, and always thinking. They are quite snarky when they have energy, but generally moves at their own pace. However, if they find someone who is actively hurting others, they won’t hesitate to use curses or poison to ruin them.

They use their abilities to assist others, but also for many everyday tasks. They are able to learn of events happening at the very moment by speaking to spirits, and often uses it to find those in need, missing people/animals, sales, and food trucks. They will summon spirits of cats to chase rats out of buildings. 

You’ll have to pry her out of her home sometimes, but she loves her close friends dearly. Ask Avehree anytime, for medicine, drugs, bless spells, or poison.

[heiwaleigh]

Come on fill your cup up

Looking for some good luck

Good luck, good luck to you

Autumn, I'll be gone

Birds will sing their mourning song

Song

Fresco Dewinmorn! A Killoren Npc in my new Dnd One Shot!

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Peth, a forest spirit who wants to learn about humanity

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Within the Margin of Error: In which people don’t get thrown in green muck, probably pt.1

Route 666 passed around the Elwin Forest (not through, the druids had made sure of that), through the Foxconn Plains, the City of Shinning then reached Magellan. Magellan’s annual Tournament of Champions attracted thousands of spectators, merchants, healers, and contestants from all over the Starbucks Continent. Tickets to competitions, merchant’s spots in the market, and competition registration all operated on a first-come, first-serve basis. Most routes leading to Magellan became very crowded in the weeks leading up to the competition, full of people trying to get to the city as early as possible. But Route 666, even though it was the fastest route from the south of the continent to Magellan, was mostly empty. A lone green girl trudged along the route, head held low. Her eagle companion circled over 30 feet over her.

People avoided the Foxconn Plains for a reason. It was a flat and barren wasteland that didn’t seem to end. Occasional ponds of bubbling green muck occasionally broke the monotony, but they themselves were dangerous. The fumes caused hallucinations. Those who fell into the ponds usually disintegrated, or gained an extra limb or tentacles. The place used to be the biggest city in Starbucks a few million years ago. Excavations unearthed bits of bricks, tiny green sheets of riddled with knobs that wasn’t metal, and huge nets made of the same material. Historians agreed that the Foxconn Plains must have hosted a civilization that really liked bouncing in green nets. Most likely, the green things had been soft and bouncy when they were first made, but had hardened under the dirt after the civilization fell for some reason or other. The historians moved on after they found all they could. Cults occasionally held huge raves in the plains, fuelled by the green ponds’ hallucinogenic fumes.

The green girl, Hyunahpark, didn’t know any of this. This was the first time she had ever left the Elwin Forest. All she knew was that according to the maps she had managed to find, she was now a week and a half away from Magellan, and that she had at least five more days left to walk in this brown wasteland. She stalled in the middle of the road and tried not to cry. Elwin Forest got smaller and smaller behind her. Her eagle, Casper, was enjoying his flight too much to come down for a reassuring hug.

Hyunahpark knew Master Chankyukim probably hadn’t meant to actually banish her from Elwin Forest. But then, she was probably the first apprentice to fail to reach journeyman status for 6 decades, and definitely the first to burn down a section of his hut. Even if he hadn’t meant it… she didn’t want to go back until she could prove she was at least useless. Master Chankyukim had stopped acknowledging her existence quite a while, probably hoping that she would give up on being a proper druid. Winning the Tournament of Champions might be able to bring him around. It couldn’t be that hard to win. They were mere elves and humans. Still, Hyunahpark hesitated.

“Why stop?” Casper pinged from 50 feet above her head.

“Do I need to go?” Hyunahpark replied.

“You. Potato,” pinged Casper. Hyunahpark felt his impatience. Casper had hated the forest. The trees constantly blocked his view and got in his way. Here, Casper could see everything, including his miserable companion. He dived down and nipped playfully at one of Hyunahpark’s willow tree hair. He rubbed against her cheeks, and let her touch his gorgeously soft tuft of white head feathers. “Good potato,” he pinged.

“Ok, ok. I’ll be a good potato.” Hyunahpark sighed heavily and resumed walking. Casper settled onto her shoulders, nipping whenever she looked back or slowed down.

Rhaelleath swore when he saw the goblin tracks. He should have known better than to listen to Cousin Steeb. “You don’t need insurance,” he’d said, “I have a flameshooter. We’ll be called the Shoe Dragons, and robbers will run screaming at the sight of us.” Now Steeb was still recuperating from the burns he’d sustained when he decided to try mixing hydrogen into his flameshooter fuel. Why did he listen to an elf who thought carrying a bag of highly flammable gases that shot 10 foot long streams of fire in random directions was a good thing?

Rhaelleath considered heading back to Route 10, and taking a longer way around but with other travellers. Route 666 was so unpopular that people probably wouldn’t find his body for months, possibly never if robbers decided to dunk his remains in one of the green mucks. But then, this was the fastest route. Robbers who chose to camp out in the least-frequented route were probably bumbling buffoons who had been pushed out of the higher-traffic areas anyway. Rhaelleath looked back at his cart full of hand-stitched shoes made with the highest quality suede. Each pair should go for 70 gold at least if he got to Magellan early enough to set up shop in the fashion district. Rhaelleath sighed and tugged Asus, his horse.

The goblin tracks got clearer and clearer farther down Route 666. An hour later, Asus stopped completely and refused to move. Rhaelleath tried to calm him down, but got snapped at instead. Goblins terrified horses, and Asus could be infuriatingly stubborn.

Rhaelleath saw a green head bobbing near Asus’s hindquarters and immediately swung at it. The green being jumped back with a yelp.

“Please don’t kill me,” it pleaded.

“What? No, I wasn’t, well, what, why, what were you doing to my horse?” sputtered Rhaelleath. The green thing, girl really, looked like a green scarecrow. Her sylvan face dangled awkwardly off her neck. She had pointed chins and an exquisite jawline. Weeping willow branches sprouted out of the top of her head. Her eyes took up almost a third of her face and had no lids. They were black and shiny. Rhaelleath could see horrified expression reflected off her eyes. She was not a reassuring sight.

“He looked nervous,” the girl wailed.

Rhaelleath looked back at Asus, who was nonchalantly staring at the girl who had touched his flank just a minute ago. This was a surprise--the last idiot to touch Asus without the horse’s express permission was still in the hospital with a hoof-shaped dent on his skull. Rhaelleath took another look at the girl. She was wearing light leather armor with ivy vines wrapped around her torso. She carried wooden shield. Her arrow tips were made of sharpened rocks or trees. there was no metal in sight.

“Are you a druid?” he asked as kindly as he could.

“Yes,” sniffled the girl.

Druids meant healing powers, calm animals, and someone to watch his back. Rhaelleath couldn’t believe his luck. He smiled and pat the girl’s shoulders. “Don’t be scared. You can come with Asus and me.”

The druid nodded vigorously and went straight to Asus to plant her hand on his midriff. Asus snorted, but made no move to shake her off. When Rhaelleath tugged his reins, he acquiesced, and the three continued to walk down Route 666. An eagle cawed above them.

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Killoren believes in robust moral realism which is a set of theories featuring non-naturalism (every moral fact is indipendent from every scientific fact), objectivism (every moral fact is indipendent from our personal sense of justice) and moral optimism (our deepest moral beliefs are mostly true). in this article he argues that robust moral realism, in whatever form it comes, implies some “sort of faith”, which he defines ESEC, Explanatory superfluity entails faith:

If one believes that P, although one accepts that P does not play a contributory role in the best available explanations of any natural facts or phenomena, then one believes that P on faith (p. 6)

by this definition it’s clear robust moral realism implies that endorsing a moral fact requires faith because every moral fact is indipendent from every scientific fact (non-naturalism), therefore no justification of the moral fact can play a role in the understanding of any natural fact or phenomena. Killoren’s argument is solid, and from here he argues that robust moral realism somehow produces a religion (although “a strange one”). I do agree with Killoren but I would like to remember that any religion is a padronal discourse and it hurts, in different measures, its adopters (i.e. by creating an enforcement of absurd practises and moral absolutes...); robust moral realism is a religion and it’s not different from the others.