[Characters] Heroes of Fallcrest

[JoeStevens]

Just want the game to start ):

[GeneralOfDarkness]

Originally Posted by JoeStevens

It does link to the Character sheet but all I'd say is that why is the Barabarians Attack witht he Greataxe only +2? I believe (if I'm right) that you add he strength mod. (In your case +4) onto the attack and damage.

Greataxe has a proficiency bonus of +2, thats all that is
i can remember to add 1/2 my level plus STR...but since we're level 1 we get no level bonus

[Kshnik]

Hello all Nocturnal invited me to join. New to 4e. Glad to be here.

http://www.rpgcrossing.com/profiler/view.php?id=12080

Name: Jarkan Trivik
Race: Dragonborn
Class: Fighter (1 handed)
Appearance: Jarkin stands about 19 hands tall and weighs roughly 18 stones. The greenish brown colors of his scales are not typical for a dragonborn thus he stands out amongst his own kind. His frills and hornlike scales, that fall below his shoulders, are a yellowish brown color. His gold eyes are set deep under his ridged brow.

Personality: Jarkan believes his success depends on three entities; his code, his mastery of weapon and his knowledge of self. Jarkan follows his own personal code; do not steal, do not lie, do not cheat, do not hurt and do not murder. Of course, these codes have subtle nuiances to them which Jarkan struggles constantly. Jarkan practices vigoriously with his battleaxe and shield hoping to master them before his death. Jarkan, with each new experiences, learns something new about himself which leads to more questions; a vicious cycle.

Background: Jarkan was always slightly different than the others of his village and family. A few differences would not have been noticed but for Jarkan they seemed to keep adding up; his appearance, his code, his worship of Kord to name a few. He was not ridiculed for these differences and he did not harbor any ill will towards anyone in his village. The day he notified his family and village that he would be leaving, no one seemed to be surprised, and as he left he received words of encouragement, safety and to return from time to time. Jarkan has taken a few jobs which have highlighted his skills with his battleaxe and shield. If Jarkan was a talkative individual he could tell a few stories about monsters, battles, heros and villans around the campfire. However, Jarkan is not very talkative and thus the stories are left untold. Jarkan has been a guard, sailor and bodyguard since leaving his village. The latter has gotten him to his latest destination.

Player Background: Played my first game of DnD back in the late 70's. Stopped playing in the 80's and got back into it again in the 00's; when I found it on the internet. I have been playing 3.5 on another site in a few games. I bought the core books for 4e but havent had a chance to play.

[Skeptikalz]

Here we go!

http://www.rpgcrossing.com/profiler/view.php?id=14302

Name: Xiltas
Race: Eladrin
Class: Druid

Appearance: Standing at 6'1'', with pale skin and a steady gaze, Xiltas seems a mysterious figure. He is entirely cloaked in a dark, slick coating, possibly the skin of some unidentified animal. The hood over the cloak prevents his face from being shown, though at times, a glimpse can be caught of the white glow that emanates from his eyes. He holds a long walking stick that is as tall as he. Not much can be determined physically under his cloak, but his wrists and hands which extend above his sleeves are an almost pale white.

Personality: Xiltas is a brilliant creature, age has let him see much in his time, and his wisdom has grown exponentially. He speaks with a deep, soothing, almost enchanting voice, which almost seems to emit a light echo from his hood. Though sarcastic and witty at times, he is a serious one, and does not think much of rejoicing or celebrating, as in his mind, there is always something that needs to be done. Xiltas is also notoriously slow to trust, but someone earns both his trust and respect, it is of an almost unshakable quality.

Background: Xiltas was a well-known and well liked young Eladrin living among his peers, and there was nothing remarkable about him. Yet, there came a day when he realized not all was right in his heart; and there was almost a kind of calling that seemed to beckon him beyond his borders. He went off, not knowing where, but on a search that could last as long as forever. Having been constantly on the move, no one knows of him anymore, and he never sticks around long enough to make it any different. It has been a long time since he left his home, and he is now advanced in years. While nowhere near frail, he seems to be slipping past his prime, and while may appear calm and composed, he is more conflicted now then ever.