everyone grab a seat, this could be a few pages unless you all understand immediately.
I Decanus Deathsong, Aasimar son of Magnus the fallen (a Solar who was corrupted when he attempted to challenge a certain horned one directly) am a gestalt Dread Necromancer Incarnate. The DM who I knew since childhood decided to work ideas i made up about TV show plots from when i was a teenager. the somewhat hilarity that came from this was horrible.
My party was good with a few Anti heroes who wanted to be the punisher. I had fooled them into thinking i was a simple Druid with my pet wolf which was actually a Quasit familliar. Our party was hunted down by assassins, all of which targeted a different member, so we always stayed in twos. We all defeated ours but one member, a young half li long sorceress' never had a attempt on her life, we wondered why.
Two weeks later the red widow and like 5 other vampires bust(heh) into the tavern, the 5 mooks pin her and drain her of blood, the Fighter+Monk , fighter+dwarven defender, and Barbarian+samurai had decided to pass out drunk and could do nothing. anyway this ends with me going all buffy then using necromantic (heh again) powers to command her, she lived in my Genesis Cloth, a portable hole that has permanent genesis casted on it filled with soil from her homelands transported inside via zombie day laborers. and a night she came out, I had to convince her to stay in dire wolf form by saying it in the Undead language of love, Dark Speech.
eventually we got "another" druid who had questioned me about why i smell of freshly dug dirt, my answer, If you are suggesting i am earth elemental you are wrong, i was resurrected once before. Then said druid asked what god i worshiped, I said, the correct one.
later the a small mongrel folk man asked us to go hunting for my father's bow, although the group didn't know it was my father's. While there we were attacked by dozens gnolls sent to retrieve the bow aswell, but for their king, I took out a few of them while telling my party to retreat i'll cover them with my druid magic, by druid magic i mean necromancy shooting arrows as bat girl helped, eventually we win due to me zombifying a good portion of the enemy but i began to loose health due to poision. i'm stumbling around before falling over and slowly dying and i cry out "SAVE ME!!!".
Apparently being the son of a Solar is badass enough to net me the Vampire lord template, eventually I came out of the undead closet, yep undead closet, i went
there. Girl who played Half li long is pissed in real life and begins to try to use her new druid character to subvert me, she pulls out garlic, i put it on roasted kolbold, she attempts to throw alchemist's fire into my tent but when she opens the flaps is treated to a sight that horrifies her due to her love of nature and the circle of life, hot Vampire on vampire
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ex, causing her temporary blindness for a day and she took temporary initiative and ability score damage, I laughed for 5 minutes, as did the other players, seriously.
I give magic bow to mongrelfolk guy who later turns out to be a devil worshipper, apparently Magnus became second in command to Baalzebub the man-slug who wanted a boon, which he received, in the form of a winged template.
so I am currently a necrocarnate, dread necro, shadow adept, i wear magic Glassteel lamellar and use the necrocarnate soul melds, when combined i give off a dark purple glow that reflects off of my badass shiny mongol armor. of and i had the quasit famillar killed and resurrected as a undead demon in wolf form (anybody remember pet cemetary 2? here's a reminder
http://filmi-onlain-smotret-besplatno.ru/wp-content/uploads//pet-sematary-ii-0/4d1fb3ddda285.jpg), he also wears armor, though it isn't magic or glassteel.
Our DM allows us to play gestalt and has no problem with gestalting PrCs.