[4e: Forgotten Realms] Winterhaven and Beyond

[EngrInAZ]

Staring up a New Group
Looking to fill all the roles
Deadline: Friday, May 17th 12:00 PM (PST GMT-7)

Game Name Winterhaven and Beyond

Game System DnD 4e Forgotten Realms

Theme Exploration, Investigation, Combat Evil

Flavour Fantasy Adventure, Dungeon Delve

Plot Summary Long before the arrival of the dracolich Aurgloroasa (known to some as the Sibilant Shade), in the Thunder Peaks, another dragon prowled the mountains. The great wyrm, Shadraxil, was the shadow dragon sire of Aurgloroasa’s mother, Shhuusshura. At the birth of Cormyr in 26 DR, Shadraxil was already a great wyrm and sire to many other dragons, including Shhuusshuru. As Cormyr extended its power, the nation built fortresses along its frontier, including in the Thunder Peaks. At that time, Shadraxil laired there, and in the year 236 DR, the great wyrm began attacking Cormyr’s outposts. In response, Cormyr sent a contingent of brave soldiers to deal with the threat… It has been twelve centuries since Shadraxil was last seen, forgotten by most and assumed dead by the few who recall his name. ********* You have, for whatever reason, given up your past life to take up the mantle of adventure. You have heard rumor of a man in Highmoon that would train worthy young adventurers, preparing them for the perils that they might encounter. You decide to seek out Douven Staul in Highmoon to learn what you can from the master before setting out on your own. You study and train with Douven and a few other students for several months, honing your skills and developing new ones to aid in your new found profession. After your training is completed, Douven is able to get you employment escorting caravans to and from Highmoon. The work was nothing spectacular, certainly not the grand adventure you had envisioned, but it does provide you with exposure that Douven ensures will lead to more exciting opportunities.

Game Information So, I’ve had the H1-H3 modules for several years now. I started the campaign with a table-top group, but, because of life and everything, the group died and so did the campaign. Recently, I’ve had the urge to run the game again (need to justify buying all three modules ). I’d like to run a group through all three (Keep on the Shadowfell, Thunderspire Labyrinth, and Pyramid of Shadows), so this is intended to be a long-term campaign. I decided to set it in the Forgotten Realms, between Cormyr and the Dalelands, so it will be slightly different than the produced modules. The bulk of the adventure is the same, but some of the references and details will be changed. I am looking for 5-6 players to take their characters from level 1 up through level 10+. After Pyramid of Shadows the campaign will probably evolve into a sandbox, using player input and backgrounds to continue the adventure. I would like 2-3 posts per week, possibly quicker during combat. Check out my signature for links to the games I currently DM if you want to get some idea of what kind of DM I am. The Game Forum is up! I have started to add information, not a lot but it's something.

Application Information Name: What does your character call himself Class: Any Race: Any Alignment: Non-evil (You are heroes after all) Appearance: Give a detailed representation of your characters physical appearance. Personality: Who is your character, how does he/she interact and view the world? Background: Information about why your character chose to be an adventurer and why they sought out Douven. This doesn't have to be extensive (you are only level 2), but I will be using it to evaluation your writing style and RP abilities. There is the chance that I will weave it into the story or use it for later opportunities. Standard Point Buy Starting Level: 1 Starting Gold: 100 gp, one level 1 magic item (gift from Douven) Background Bonus: 1 but must tie into your background Themes: Yes, but some may need to be reflavored for Forgotten Realms Sources: I have a DDI subscription so everything is fair game, (unless I don’t like it ) Note: A character sheet is NOT necessary for your application. I included character building information because, when I create a character, I start with the build and then form his personality, background and appearance from that. Do with it what you will. I will give a couple of weeks for applications, so the deadline will be Friday, May 17th, 12:00 PM PST (GMT-7)

Character Applications

Player	Character	Race	Class	Role
AgentBonkers	Rukir	Warforged	Swordmage	Defender
Inuvash255	Malkyr	Drow	Ranger	Striker
DanMathMan	Draz Goldenscales	Dragonborn	Warlock	Striker

[Norrin Radd]

Name: Bogzz

Race: Greenscale (Lizardfolk)

Class: Warden (Wildblood)

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Alignment: Chaotic Good

 

Bogzz is very large to say the least; from head to tail he is just shy of seven feet and weighs in at about 300lbs. His scales have an olive drab complexion with darker striping on his massive arms, legs and tail. He has piercing yellow eyes and a large scar on the middle of his reptilian face. Bogzz wears a haggard set of filthy hide armor that makes him appear a wild animal, which is not far from the truth. He carries a large shield and a massive battle-axe as well.

 

Bogzz has the true heart of a fighter. He loves nothing more than to get hit and to hit back. He revels in the rage of the fight and is obsessed with the physical challenges of battle. He is aware of the concepts of right and wrong and the difference of good and evil, but sometimes his moral compass is a bit hazy. Bogzz is not a negotiator unless you would count those involving his shield and battle-axe. He is as comfortable alone as he is within a group, but when he has feelings of companionship for someone he is fiercely protective of them.

 

Bogzz was raised in the forests and marshland to the North of Highmoon. His tribe, The Green, is ancestrally bound to the area and revel in the power of The Primal Beast. The Green seldom stray far from their homeland and only do so for occasional trading with Highmoon and some of the smaller villages in the area. Bogzz and his tribe have fiercely defended the area from intrusion from goblins, kobolds, and even the occasional giant for generations.

Recently the tribe's shaman has been wracked by visions of shadow and darkness raising from the mountains to the West. The elders of the tribe have decided that the dark omens are clearly a danger to The Green and to their spiritual homeland. Having proven himself capable Bogzz has been selected from the young warriors of The Green to travel West to the Spine of the World and investigate the visions of darkness that are threatening the tribe.

He has been sent first to Highmoon to meet with and train under a man named Douven who has been known a friend of the Green for many years. Bogzz time spent in his tutelage has "honed the spear" so to speak and aimed Bogzz's natural aggression in a new direction. After the months spent with master Douven, Bogzz feels ready to take on the world and ask for seconds.

[Tuzon Thume]

Name:Fastead Orechaw
Class: Warden[Earthwarden]
Race: Dwarf
Alignment: Good
Appearance: A young adult Dwarf, hairy & ginger.
Personality: Fastead is used to being told what to do and when to do it.
Background: Every season brings new horrors issuing from the underdark. The proud Gold Dwarves of the East Rift man the front lines in defense of the surface. Fastead is past due to report for mandatory duty but His father; Steadfast Orelick, a gem merchant, has been determined to keep Fastead from certain death at the hands of the drow invaders from below. While far afield in Highmoon Steadfast heard about Douven Staul and smuggled Fastead along on the next voyage to attend his school.

[Master of Monsters]

Hmm, i think im going to have to follow this game! See how our two games differ. Too bad your leaving the apps open so long, ill be so far ahead I couldn't mooch any of your maps or anything :-P

[UndrekThoz]

Placeholder for a human or genasi wizard. I'd like to take the Cormyrean Battle Mage theme but from the proposed background of training with Douven I'm not sure if it will fit. I know genasi don't typically hail from the Cormyr, but I don't think it would be too much of a stretch to include one. If it is a problem I will go with a human.

[Raizen]

I was disappointed I didnt get into that Dark Sun game. Maybe I'll have more luck here?
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[saratek187]

Just a heads up, I plan on applying with Zuul, my genasi arcanist one I get the back-story written. The character is complete with a general idea of his history, but I want to flesh out more details and really drive that Forgotten Realms goodness into him.

[Rej]

Presenting the dynamic duo, Korshus and Yoyo.

Name	Race	Class	Alignment
Korshus	Elf	Beastmaster Ranger	Unaligned
Yoyo	Cat	Korshus' Conscience	Good

Appearance:

 

Lean and wiry, Korshus is not the stereotypical handsome elf. Wrinkles and lines of care adorn his face, shifting or deepening with the scowls, grimaces, and (rare) smiles. His gaunt cheeks speak of harder times, and dark circles under his eyes reveal sleepless nights watching and waiting. Long, brown, unkempt hair straggles down his shoulders and back and across his forehead, and it's a common sight to see Korshus flicking his hair out of his eyes as a nervous habit. His eyes are perpetually narrowed and unblinking, giving off a constant feeling of suspicion and distrust. His tanned skin, darkened from travels under the sun, is most obvious on his bony hands and long fingers. Fingers that were accustomed to pulling a bowstring, flipping out a knife, scratching Yoyo's ears. Fingers that featured many scars and healed wounds.

'Disheveled' might be the best word to describe Korshus' attire. A patchwork array of hides form the bulk of his armor, tightly knit rumpled cloth covers his extremities and protect from sun and cold, and a pair of dirty leather pants and boots protect his lower half. Everything he wears is brown, or some shade of brown. Include his tanned skin and brown hair, and Korshus would blend right into a mudpit in broad daylight. His greatbow, on the other hand, is a massive bow made of the finest wood, regularly cleaned and treated, a stark contrast to its wielder. Intricate runes adorn the wood, symbols of flight, symbols of wind, symbols of nature. Symbols of survival.

Yoyo is a rather small cat, though none would call him scrawny. Unlike Korshus, Yoyo is tidy and likes to stay that way. His black and brown fur is well groomed and clean, and he is often found licking himself when idle or bored. The black stripes on brown fur give him a rather distinct look compared to cats of a singular color, and Yoyo has the distinction of having a white underbelly. Much to his own dismay, the tips of his paws are also white, which sometimes interfere with stealth runs. His tail, unlike other cats, has a tendency to be curled up on his back, not unlike that of a dog. Nobody seems to know what breed of cat Yoyo belongs to.

Yoyo's eyes are wide and open, unlike Korshus' narrowed and hawk-like appearance. Strangers often find themselves trusting Yoyo quicker than his elf companion, due to his honest and open looking demeanor. Usually quiet, Yoyo's face is quite expressive given that he cannot talk, much is conveyed with his various looks of approval, disapproval, concern, contentment, etc. Even strangers seem to have few problems discerning Yoyo's opinion on certain matters. At a glance, it is clear that Yoyo is much more intelligent and aware than other similar creatures.

Background:

 

Korshus and Yoyo Empty Beginnings "He who has everything, may change the world to fit him. He who has nothing, must change himself to fit the world."   Empty Beginnings From a very young age, Korshus knew that he was worthless trash. Born on the edges of the Anauroch desert in a poor trading town, his parents struggled to survive with the small trading business they had carved out of the fierce competition in the area. He never knew how his parents came to set up shop in such a remote, harsh region, but his father had always told him stories about how their lineage traced proudly to ancestors from Cormanthyr. Tales of the wondorous realm of elves filled his evenings with vivid imaginations of a magical haven, but the days were a hard reminder of the daily fight to survive and exist on the edges of the hot barren wastes. Yet, the small family of elves survived well enough, dealing with the tribes that often roamed in and out of the desert. But all this was not to last. Around when Korshus could begin to remember things more vividly, a wealthy human trader set up his encampment in the town. The tribal traders were curious about his more exotic wares, and Korshus' family found themselves hard-pressed to continue attracting their usual customers. The well-equipped entourage that set up shop was very much the talk of the town, and found themselves initially welcome as they spent almost as much coin as they made. But their guards were rough with the local populace, giving no respect to the rules and laws set up to harbor fair trade. The merchant himself and his caretakers were a pompous lot, knowing that while they were there they had the run of the place, treating their trip to this region as more of a vacation than a business venture. Though the locals soon became weary of the merchant caravan's attitudes and bullying, they kept their mouths shut, as the group brought much needed resources and business to the thriving town. It was around then that the Captain of the merchant's guards spotted Korshus' mother making her way through the town on some errands. Elves were rare in this area, and female ones even more so. His mother was always a very comely elven woman, and it was always in friendly jest that others said she "married down" when she engaged to wed with her not-so-handsome husband. The Captain, a rough, powerfully built human in command of the several dozen guards, immediately desired to know this beautiful elven woman. Certainly she was young enough to be courted, by her appearance, and so he approached her and proudly made himself known. Korshus' mother was polite, but declined any interaction beyond short responses and soon excused herself to be on her way. The Captain was not familiar with such obvious rejection, and anger mixed with embarassment begin to fuel his emotions. The long route to the small town had been unpleasant and boring for the guards, and they were already causing more trouble than they had before. Not willing to remain embarassed before his men, the Captain of the guards grabbed Korshus' mother by her wrist and dragged her to the common tent used by the caravan's personell to drink, eat, and socialize. There, he attempted to force her to have some mead in an effort to make her more pliable. Korshus' father was quickly warned by local observers, and ran down from his shop to the merchant caravan's settings. Though the guards initially refused him entry, they eventually let him through when he shouted that his wife was being kept there against her will, though it was more likely that the guards were bored and wanted to see what this haggard looking elf was going to do. They were not disappointed. As he saw the Captain attempting to manhandle his wife, the husband's temper flared, and he brazenly atempted to shove the Captain away. A short tussle ensued, and to nobody's surprise, Korshus' father found himself taking several hard blows to the head. In desperation, his wife grabbed a kitchen knife that was lying nearby and stabbed the Captain in the neck, though she had actually aimed for his shoulder. The other guards who had been watching yelled in surprise rushed in to subdue both elves, but it was too late. The new Captain, formerly the second in command, ordered the apprehension of the entire family to be brought to "justice". Korshus' parents were sentenced to death by the new Captain, a man who secretly harbored a deep racism against anything not human, and a search went underway for the missing son. The locals had known trouble was coming even before the fight had occurred, and friendly neighbors managed to smuggle Korshus out with one of the trading tribes. They had been reluctant to risk themselves over a small, insignificant elven boy, but the locals had offered some donations that changed their minds. Even though the guards knew that Korshus had escaped into the desert somehow, hey were unwilling to follow that far, and soon gave up the search. The family's meager belongings were seized by the merchant, and eventually sold off. The Tribe "One can be surrounded by people, yet still remain an outsider."   The Tribe Korshus rubbed Yoyo's tummy in long sweeping strokes, as the ecstatic cat stretched and purred madly. A passing traveler would have found this an odd sight - a scrawny elf kneeling over a large, brown and black cat with a white stomach lying flat on its back, legs wiggling in the air happily. As he continued to rub Yoyo's stomach, Korshus broke into a rare grin, the lines of hardship shifting and deepening on his hawk-like features. Giving Yoyo tummy rubs always reminded him of when they first met. When he was a youth traveling with a nomadic tribe, Korshus was belittled and bullied by his peers. The oppressive struggle to survive was even harder for the weak and unassuming elf, with the constant threat of simply being abandoned due to his frail stature. His parents long dead, Korshus became a loner, dependent on nobody but himself and the meager scraps his tribe threw his way. Day by day, the abuse from the other youths in his tribe grew worse, their cruelty fed by the irrational needs of those who wander the desolate wastelands and see nothing but a bleak future. Korshus himself saw no future, and his despair and hatred began to gnaw at him like carrion beetles in a corpse. Had things carried on like this, Yoyo certainly would not be getting tummy rubs now. As it were, fortune paid a very belated yet crucial visit to the despondent elf. The tribe Korshus lived with eventually crossed paths with a large trade town far from his hometown, but also on the edge of the Anauroch desert, home to a large congregation of mechants, entertainers, herders, crafters, and various other sorts. They spent several days trading, bartering, haggling, swindling, and learning what they could from the others. For a time, Korshus found himself distracted by the new sights and sounds, and wandered about unobtrusively peering at others and their work. The one man he kept coming back to was the caretaker of several ferocious beasts, from large furry predators to small but fearsome insects. The man noted Korshus' continued interest in his family of cats, but said nothing and ignored his presence. On the day the tribe was to depart and head off into the wastes, Korshus paid the caretaker one last visit. Fresh bruises were visible on the elf's face and arms, unwanted gifts his tormentors had bestowed upon him the night before. The caretaker, his name still unknown to Korshus, stopped what he was doing and at last approached the young elf directly. "Little one... I see you here often. Do you like my sons and daughters?", queried the man. Korshus blinked, confusion spilling across his features until the caretaker made a sweeping gesture towards all his stabled creatures. As he realized the man was referring to the members of his menagerie as his family, Korshus nodded, then winced as the sudden movement irritated a bruise. The caretaker said nothing, but he took a long look at the disheveled and injured elf before withdrawing to a side tent. Moments later he emerged carrying what looked like a brown kitten, and sat down in front of Korshus. The kitten squirmed a bit in the caretaker's arms and, much to Korshus' delight, made a pathetic mewling sound. The caretaker gauged Korshus' reaction carefully, then gently offered to let the young elf hold him for a bit. "His mother was a great and rare cat named Aukuso. This one's name is Yoyo, and he was born quite recently in a large litter." Korshus stroked the cat's fur, a trembling smile on his features. It had been a long time since he had loved anything, and did not remember knowing happiness until he held the baby cat in his arms. For a long time he cradled Yoyo in his arms, and spent the rest of the day playing with him, resting with him, even feeding him the strips of meat the caretaker gave him. As the shadows drew themselves longer and the sun slowly submitted to the horizon, Korshus reluctantly stood up and bid the mewling kitten goodbye, then faced the caretaker and gave him a deep, genuine bow of thanks before turning to go. The caretaker halted him with a hand on his shoulder, turning around the surprised young elf. "Wait a moment", said the caretaker, "sit down just a bit longer. There's something I'd like to ask you." Korshus complied, uncertain what the man wanted. The man brought Yoyo to him, along with a small pack. "I have a bit of a problem", admitted the caretaker. "Yoyo here has many brothers and sisters - perhaps too many for me to take care of. Food is difficult to come by, and I am not sure if there will be enough resources for all of the cat in Aukuso's litter when they grow up." The man placed Yoyo into Korshus' arms and put a hand on the elf's shoulder. "Little one... I see a good deal more than you think. It's not your bruises and scars that betray you, but your eyes... they tell me many things." The caretaker gazed straight into Korshus' eyes, and for once, Korshus did not flinch or look away. "Sometimes... sometimes it's hard to live alone", the caretaker said slowly, "and a friend can be a life-changing experience. Real friends are hard to come by in these times, but I think you could be a true friend to Yoyo. If you are... you will never be alone again." Tears unbidden came to Korshus' eyes, and he had no words for what he felt. Silently he took the pack of supplies and tools meant for Yoyo's care, and gave the man a heartfelt hug before turning and heading back to his tribe's encampment. He spent the entire night fondly holding the sleepy cat, whispering thanks to a thousand nameless gods and spirits, planning and dreaming for the first time in his memory. In the following weeks, Korshus was careful to keep Yoyo's existence a secret. He shared what little food he had with the green cat, and began to practice with an old shortbow that an older hunter lent him. It made sense to him that if he was too weak to fight someone face to face, he could always shoot them from afar. Already capable of being quiet and stealthy, learning to hunt came naturally to the young elf. Quickly his proficiency with the shortbow reached a useful level, and he was beginning to provide for himself and Yoyo off the results of his hunts. Being well-known as a loner in the tribe, he learned to simply live away from everyone when he was with his cat, and to make occasional appearances by himself to avoid rousing suspicion. Claiming he was away much of the time acting as a scout, Korshus kept pace on the fringes of his tribe's awareness, gradually returning to the tribe's base camps with diminishing frequency. One day, he simply decided it was time to stop returning at all. And with that, he and Yoyo packed up, gave each other a smile, and set off in a different direction. Wanderers "Savages and civilized men all eventually come to the same questions. Who am I, and what is my purpose?"   Wanderers The pair eventually found themselves wandering from trade town to trade town, encountering tribes and merchants along the way. They were an odd couple, a young but worn-looking elf with a scruffy and energetic cat bounding by his side. Odd sights were common on the fringes of society, and few paid them any mind. He never encountered those from his tribe, or any of the men from the merchant caravan that killed his parents, but this didn't stop the young elf from constantly looking over his shoulder. Yet, the desert and trade town life was all he had ever known, and leaving the things you know is difficult. But Korshus eventually tired of the views of the desert, and with some encouragement from Yoyo, he proceeded to depart from all that he had known. A long and harsh journey found himself and Yoyo entering the Dalelands. Though the Dales were a verdant area, survival here was none easier, as bandits and other dangers made travel alone a hazard. Still, Korshus found it much easier to find things to eat and hunt, and the weather was certainly much calmer. From Dale to Dale, Korshus wandered freely among the various territories, making no friends, but not staying long enough to make enemies. His garb and demeanor clearly identified him as an outsider, and he had a tendency to raise eyebrows no matter where he went. His homely looks and rough nature did not quickly endear him to strangers, and Korshus found himself hating the sensation of being stared at. A lack of funds often meant that he would make simple camp outside of town, but this suited him just fine - Korshus found himself avoiding crowds of people. Sometimes, he would make inquiries at the local tavern or marketplace regarding clues to the merchant group that invaded his hometown, but it had been a long time ago and his memories of the events were hazy. Eventually, he gave up on the notion of revenge as being more trouble than it was worth, and continued his wanderings with no real purpose in mind. After crossing the breadth of the Dalelands twice, Korshus began to find himself bored. His aversion to populations had prevented him from attempts at settling down, but the desire to wander had begun to wear thin. He found himself sometimes without purpose, idling about what to do next, or just daydreaming about random topics. Yoyo expressed concern for him, and Korshus himself decided that he needed new direction. But what could he do? His natural ability to distance others made settling down in one of the towns an extremely difficult proposition at best. He had no crafting skills, and there were already plenty of hunters for all the various towns. Locals had trouble giving Korshus the benefit of the doubt merely by the way he looked. Asking for opportunities to be an apprentice to some trade was out of the question. By chance, Korshus encountered an elven trading group doing routine travel between the Dales. Elves had always been friendlier to him than the other races, and Korshus was feeling in an unusually chatty mood. After a brief session of trading, he found himself talking to some of the traders about potential work for a drifter like him. The guards overheard his discussion, and pointed him in the direction of Deepingdale. "Fair number of elves there, you might find some caravan work. Suits someone like you, used to travel and sleeping in the dirt." Korshus hadn't been to Deepingdale yet, but he'd heard from bits and pieces that it was a rather welcoming place for elves. With a new goal in mind, he set out for Highmoon, the capital of Deepingdale. It was a large settlement, and word was that there was a place to go if you were looking for work that didn't involve settling down. That sounded just fine to Korshus, and he found himself looking forward to this proposition. They'd given him a name, someone named "Douven Staul" was the man to talk to regarding work and training. Hopefully, they wouldn't mind hiring Yoyo too.

Personality:

 

Unsurprisingly, Korshus' behavior fits his appearance. Suspicious and distrusting, he is neither friendly nor polite when dealing with others. Social niceties never made much of a presence in the years he spent surviving and growing up, and he remains very rough around the edges to this day. From his point of view, the world is against him, and he cares little for the world, society being little more than a poor excuse for the "haves" to trod on the "have-nots". Few have ever felt compassion for Korshus, and in return he has little to spare for others. Trust is very hard to come by for him, as not many have given him the chance to believe that there is a better side to people. Still it is possible, and there is more precendent to this than most would think. Trust and respect are both obtainable, but it takes considerable work and patience to get past his usual personality, and time to temper any personal relationships. Snide and sarcastic, Korshus has few friends that have gotten past this self-erected barrier and gotten to know the dour elf beyond his verbal snipes.

Morals are not a particularly strong suit for the lanky elf, as he aims to look out for his and Yoyo's well-being first and foremost. That said, he has his boundaries. Korshus will never steal (he'd rather try and cheat you in a slick bargain). He will never backstab those he works with (he'd rather shoot them in the face if they so deserved it). And he would never bully the weak and unfortunate (though he doesn't often help them either). This doesn't mean Korshus doesn't understand right from wrong - most of the time, he just doesn't care. Or he's too bitter about things to contribute to the well-being of someone else other than Yoyo. But from time to time, Korshus will remember his harder days, and empathize with someone's plight, possibly even going out of his way to help them. However, most of the time his moral compass just points him in the best direction to help himself and Yoyo, and that suits him just fine.

Yoyo has often been described by those familiar with the elf as Korshus' Better Half. While Korshus may be stingy with stubborn with others, he always listens carefully to Yoyo, no matter how much he may disagree. Yoyo brings to the pair what one might call "tempered wisdom". Where Korshus would insult and stomp away, Yoyo will try to lick someone's hand and purr. Where Korshus would ignore someone's troubles and be on his way, Yoyo will dally and whine until Korshus gives up and lends a helping hand. It's not uncommon for the intelligent cat to give his elf companion The Look, changing Korshus' mind rather quickly (albeit with much grumbling). Naturally, Yoyo is much more popular with those forced to interact with the pair, and those who get to know them frequently implore Yoyo to appeal to Korshus and extract him from a stubborn position. It's not entirely clear how the two communicate, but Korshus definitely knows Yoyo's thoughts with a mere glance, down to some rather uncanny details.

Towards his furry friend, Korshus is a completely different person. 'Devoted' would be the right term to use, and those who doubted that Korshus was capable of love would be pleasantly surprised to see him around his cat. Korshus would rather Yoyo eat first, if food were scarce (which has happened on many occassions). He would not hesitate to defend Yoyo to the death, and retreat unthinkable if Yoyo were not able to run with him. Despite his harsh outlook on others, he trusts Yoyo implicitly, and will usually accept his furry friend's lead no matter what the situation. Yoyo is equally devoted to Korshus, and would never forsake him for any reason.

The two are never seen without each other.

[Megsie]

Been looking for an FR game to give a try... Expect an app from me shortly as well. Right now I'm thinking of a putting together a good ol' fighter.

[Megsie]

Heh, that went faster than I thought.

Application Name: Ferren Stormchaser Class: Fighter (Weaponmaster) Race: Longtooth Shifter Alignment: Lawful Good Appearance: Ferren is tall and lanky with lupine blue-grey eyes and a narrowed angular face. His dark hair is worn tied back out of his way, and he endeavors to maintain a neat appearance. His garments are loose-fitting and comfortable, usually in shades of brown and green and black. He moves with the casual grace of someone who grew up in a forest, climbing trees and tracking prey. The most startling thing about him is his smile, how warm and charming it is on the rare occasions it's seen. Personality: Ferren has a personal code of honor that he's come to revolve his entire world around. He won't do anything that violates it, unless not doing it somehow violates the code more. He's very complicated and thoughtful, preferring to plan every step of a journey out before he enacts any of it. This has on occasion bothered his prior companions, but for the most part they appreciate his insight. Background: Ferren Stormchaser was born son of the chieftain to a tribe of longtooth shifters. Throughout his childhood he reveled in his tribe's primal ways, but as he aged he came to see things differently. He saw tribe members killing animals for the sport of it, and his practical mind saw how wasteful and cruel this was. Still he livedby the traditions of the tribe, for they were all he'd ever known - he had never had contact with anyone outside the tribe. It wasn't until the day of his trial of manhood that he realized just how wrong things were within his tribe. He was bade to select weapons of his choice and then present himself to his father the chieftain. When he did so, the chieftain instructed him to seek out a certain woman who lived outside the forest. She had long been encroaching upon the tribe's lands in her search for berries and herbs. The chieftain ordered Ferren defend the tribe's lands - to kill her. Spilling blood for the tribe, the chieftain said, would make him a man. He stood in disbelief, for a moment so shocked he was unable to protest. When he finally did, the chieftain gave him one sharp, backhanded slap, and explained that to allow one human outside the tribe onto their lands might as well be to allow them all. He again bade his son to defend the tribe's land, and to kill the woman. Ferren agreed, and set out. He simply never returned. In the short time since his departure from his tribe he has been seeking redemption for the wrongs of his forebears, trying to atone for their sins. He has taken a vow of the chivalry, endeavoring to overcome the beast within himself. He loathes himself for any use of his bestial powers, and will do so only to save the life of a companion. Ferren sought out Douven to try and learn about honorable combat, and the ways of the warrior outside his tribe. He quickly came to respect and revere his mentor, and dedicated himself wholeheartedly to his training. Ferren trusts Douven beyond anyone else, and accepts that if escorting caravans is what Douvan thinks he should be doing, it is what he should be doing.

As for post rate, I'm online most of the time so I can post 1/day at a very minimum, more if the pacing of the thread allows.

[EngrInAZ]

Originally Posted by Master of Monsters

Hmm, i think im going to have to follow this game! See how our two games differ. Too bad your leaving the apps open so long, ill be so far ahead I couldn't mooch any of your maps or anything :-P

I guess I’ll get to mooch off of you then .

Originally Posted by UndrekThoz

Placeholder for a human or genasi wizard. I'd like to take the Cormyrean Battle Mage theme but from the proposed background of training with Douven I'm not sure if it will fit. I know genasi don't typically hail from the Cormyr, but I don't think it would be too much of a stretch to include one. If it is a problem I will go with a human.

I could see Cormyrian Battle Mage theme fitting with Douven’s training given “Many War Wizards send their battle mage apprentices out with adventurers, with strict instructions to return and share any ancient secrets they might uncover.” That’s the beauty of RPGs and DnD, the rules are only guidelines, you can be as creative as you want to be.

Originally Posted by Raizen

I was disappointed I didnt get into that Dark Sun game. Maybe I'll have more luck here?
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There were a lot of great apps for that game. I’m looking forward to see what you come up with for this one.



Thanks everyone for the interest thus far. I’m looking forward to getting to know your characters.

[Details]

Holding spot for an app. Right now I'm leaning toward a human Bravura Warlord. Considering a Mage too though

Also, is it safe to assume the game takes place around 436DR for backstory purposes?

[Cliche Gueverra]

Can I hold a spot for an app- have character ready, and can submit it later today, just busy now! Thanks!

[EngrInAZ]

Originally Posted by Details

Also, is it safe to assume the game takes place around 436DR for backstory purposes?

No, it's not safe. The game takes place in the 1400's DR not 400's.
In 236 DR Shadraxil began attacking the outposts of Cormyr. Twelve centuries have passed since Shadraxil was last seen so that puts the time in the mid 1400's (I'm not stuck on a specific date).

[Daendil]

Is being familiar with FR required?