[D&D-5e] Forge of Fury

[ColdBones]

Turin Thorgsen Name Turin Thorgsen Class Barbarian (Wolf Totem) Race Mountain Dwarf Background Sailor Alignment CG Role Tank Personality Turin is a loyal guy, but he's not all there, mentally. He's a bit off, has trouble understanding sarcasm and is not very bright. But he's a good fighter, even cunning in battle. His solution to most problems is to hit it or kill it. If that doesn't work, he will usually try to hit it or kill it harder. He has always been this way. His crewmates always loved him though, as he would always be doing everything he could in a fight to help everyone else out. Distracting enemies, throwing people their weapons back if they dropped them, swinging off the main mast to secure a line to the enemy ship to start boarding, etc. But when they weren't fighting, he was usually getting water, scrubbing the deck, or something else that didn't involve making too many decisions. History Turin has served much of his adult life on a ship, hunting pirates. He was raised in a typical dwarven clan but set out for adventure at a young age. He found it aboard ship. He spent a number of years hopping between different pirate hunting ships where he learned to adapt his battle trance training to the ship, working with his crew mates to take down enemies on and below decks. On his last voyage he heard tell of an expedition to an ancient, lost dwarven stronghold full of mystical blades. Hearing the call of adventure, he struck out to find it and see if he could join others that might arrive there. RP Sample Turin heard the call to battlestations and dropped the bucket of dirty mop water to the deck to sprint below and get his gear. His gear consisted of a belt with his longsword and scabbard. Although he'd been trained to fight in armour, he was not keen on wearing a giant anchor while fighting aboard ship. By the time he got back to the deck they had closed the distance to the enemy ship and he could see the black flag flying off their mast. A howl of glee erupted from him as he began to make his way forward, intending to begin taunting those on deck of the other ship. Arrows flew but none found him and he stood up on the railing, his sword above his head, shouting gibberish. Spittle flew from his mouth as he hooted and crowed, watching the enemy get bigger as they turned to engage - a mistake on their part that Turin couldn't help but get excited about. He rushed to the port side and grabbed a rope with a hook on the end and started swinging it in a small circle, waiting to get a little bit closer. First on the deck gets the best spoils, he thought just before the battle trance came over him. His gaze became steely and his vibrating body became still. His energy focused on battle, Turin let the hook fly and a cold smile came across his face as it landed true and he started heaving on it...

[Dargos]

Bump! Still looking for more meat for the grinder...

[Phil]

Jacob Weller
Class- Barbarian (Zealot)
Race- Human
Background- Acolyte
Alignment- Lawful Good, at least while he's lucid.
Role- Tank

History- When Damon Lightfire, high cleric of Lathander, came through the farming town of Gourdsdale looking for recruits for an adventure, Jacob dropped his shovel and never looked back. He was bored of digging holes and stacking stones, and dammit, he was of age, and he could make his own choices. Even if they were, in retrospect, terrible choices. But regret came later: at first traveling with Lightfire and his band was exhilarating; he learned to swing a sword, to throw a dagger, and he learned for the first time about the Gods. Not that he had never heard of the Gods before. There was a temple to Chauntea in the town square and several smaller temples to other Gods here and there, and Jacob would go and sing the songs he was supposed to sing, but he never really thought about it much. It was just a ritual, a part of the day where he wasn't stacking rocks. But when Lightfire spoke of the Gods, there was a passion there, a fire inside him, and soon that fire caught in Jacob's heart as well.

The party reached Khundrukar without much trouble; some bandits here, some beasts there. It was inside the ruins that where it became clear the mission doomed. Torlund, the mercenary who had taught Jacob to use a sword, was the first to die, decapitated by an Orc. Fleeing, the elf sorcerer Avadrielle fell into a pit of spikes. Jeremy, the thief, escaped into the darkness at some point, his fate unknown. Soon only Jacob and Damon remained, desperately running for the exit, pursued by the orc horde. But they were turned around, lost, and it was clear they were no closer to the entrance than before.

"Go. Run, boy. I'll hold them off"

Damon was done running. He had turned to face the horde, certain death.

"You'll die." Jacob protested meekly, stating the obvious.

"Yes. And I'm ready for that. But not you, Jacob. The Gods still have a plan for you. Now go! Get out of here! Find your way home!"

Jacob nodded, tears in his eye, looking over his shoulder once as he fled down the corridor. Moments later he heard a brief flurry of steel on steel, a cry of pain that might have been an Orc, the unmistakable sound of Damon's howl of agony, then silence. Jacob kept running. He had no idea where he was. Had they come this way at all? Was he back on the first level? He remembered, too late, the fate of Avadrielle, as his own foot landed, expecting solid ground, but finding empty space. He fell... he wasn't sure how far he fell. His torch died when it hit a pool of water, but even if it hadn't, the world went dark for Jacob when his head hit the stone floor.

He awoke hours later in darkness. He felt his way around the space he was in: no exit. Water trickling down the smooth rocks fed a slimy layer of fungus, making climbing out impossible. He was trapped.

He had some rations in his pack, but they lasted only a week. The water in the tiny cavern tasted foul, but he drank it, though at first he shat out more of it than stayed in him. Each day he would pray to be saved, and each day his prayer went unanswered. He had utterly lost track of time. His rations had run out days ago. Weeks ago? Longer? He didn't know. His head swam with a delirious hunger, and he turned his mind to Damon Lightfire's last words: the Gods still have a plan for you. It was true. It had to be true, Damon had been so certain of it, had died for it. He said a prayer again, to Ilmater this time, for the strength to endure this trial. And this time, his prayer was answered: Jacob's hands filled with mana, food of the Gods, and he ate of it and found his hunger satisfied.

Each day he speaks the same prayer, and each day Ilmater fills his hands with mana, and he spends each day in devotion to the idea that he will someday be saved. He presses himself against the stone floor, lifting his body to build his strength, endlessly, fueled only by the grace of his God and the divine anger that glows inside him.

Personality- Jacob has been trapped in a cave for months, at least, and he's gone a bit mad in that time. He eats no food except "mana", an odd bread-like substance he can Once per day, Jacob can cast "Goodberry" using the Magic Initiate feat.seemingly summon from nothing, but he's happy to share his unusual meal. He thinks aloud in most situations, and often speaks with Ilmater in an oddly casual way; he doesn't seem to be able to distinguish between his own thoughts and the voice of his God.

Jacob is kind and humble. He doesn't really seem understand how strong he's become. When he rages, he becomes filled with a divine fury, but it's usually followed by a period of sobbing; emotionally, he's still basically a boy. On some level he blames himself for the deaths of his adventuring party, for not being stronger. This drives him more than anything else; he won't retreat again.

[Phil]

Kind of rolled my history and roleplay sample into one thing, hope that's alright.

Not sure where the party will be when the encounter the new characters. I figure they can either come across Jacob's pit as they go through the dungeon or we can say Jacob managed to escape his pit in some other way.

[Dorack]

Hello. I'm thinking about a character concept to apply.

Is the Cleric slot filled? I could come up with an interesting Dwarf Cleric of the Forge Domain.

Or could finally give a try to an idea I have about a Dwarf Sorcerer... whoud that be a better fit for the game?

[Dargos]

Originally Posted by Dorack

Hello. I'm thinking about a character concept to apply.

Is the Cleric slot filled? I could come up with an interesting Dwarf Cleric of the Forge Domain.

Or could finally give a try to an idea I have about a Dwarf Sorcerer... whoud that be a better fit for the game?

Hello, thank you for your interest.

Our cleric slot is already filled by a dwarf forge cleric.

[Dargos]

Originally Posted by Phil

Kind of rolled my history and roleplay sample into one thing, hope that's alright.

Not sure where the party will be when the encounter the new characters. I figure they can either come across Jacob's pit as they go through the dungeon or we can say Jacob managed to escape his pit in some other way.

It's not a problem melding them together.

[Dorack]

Right. Would a sorcerer be a good addition? Dwarf or not?

[Dargos]

Originally Posted by Dorack

Right. Would a sorcerer be a good addition? Dwarf or not?

Considering we lost our wizard, yea it would.

Seems he got lost looking for bat droppings muttering something about a fireball spell.

[Dorack]

Great! I will craft a char concept soon. A Dwarf arcane caster is an uncommon archetype but 5e seems to make it viable.

[Dorack]

Ok, here is my application.

Since the party lost it’s Wizard, I might as well take up that mantle. I always fancied a Dwarf Transmuter, so this looks like a good chance to give it a try.

Application Name: Tiripsas the Eccentric, or Tiri for short (it's pronounced tee-ree) Concept: Oddball Dwarf Transmuter Gender: Female Race: Dwarf (still undecided which subrace) Class: Wizard (Transmuter) Aligment: Chaotic Good Backgound: Sage Personality: hard work is important, but do it with a smile, and you will bring about wonders. Flaw: is hard for me to keep my mouth shut, specially about suggesting other people how to do their job properly. But I only want to help! Bond: family is important; though they don’t understand me, they love me, and I would do anything for them Backstory   Tiripsas was always the odd gal. She was charming and good humored, and had a way with people, but kept straying away from the rules and traditions of his beloved kin. It was not laziness, malice, nor a sense of superiority. Tiripsas was simply curious about other ways and customs, and specially, magic fascinated her like nothing else. It came to no one’s surprise when the young dwarf announced she would depart to Candlekeep to become “the greatest transmuter the ages would know”. No one was sure what a “transmuter” was though. Many of his old folk were even relieved to see the eccentric young dwarf put some distance between herself and their orderly lives. So, with a tap in her back and a few coins in his pocket, the eager aspiring wizard left her home and headed to the Sword Coast. Tirispas was quick to learn, and her young years in the dwarf hold had taught her discipline and patience, even when she whined about it. Her good humor was welcomed among her classmates and she was always ready to prank someone, even some of the tutors, or challenge anyone to a drinking contest. She focused specially in the transmuting field. She found it fascinating. In her mind, she was simply taking the love of dwarves for crafting and building to a new level. She was not interested in the flimsy conjurations or illusions that looked flashy but lacked substance. Tapping the inner work of matter itself promised important, lasting impact for the dwarf. The day came when she finally passed his test, on the third try, but passed none the less. Eager to leave Candlekeep once for all, she decided to pick up a trail she has discovered in his years as an apprentice, and headed north, towards Khundrukar.

Sample roleplay (explaining why she would go into the lost hold)   Why in the nine hells would I journey to Khundrukar, you ask? Tiripsas puffed from her pipe, grinning as always. Because it just might yield a very important clue about the very nature of reality, my lad, hehehe. She watched the townguad drinking his beer across the table, his perplexed expression was delightful. You may or may not heard about Durgeddin the Black. One of the greatest smiths of the Dwarven Race ever to live. Well, what you most certainly wouldn’t know is that one of his best apprentices, Maese Ludlum, appears to have been much more than a mere assistant smith. Tiripsas extended her hand, catching a ring of smoke she had just puffed. The smoke swirled above her palm and gained color and shape, showing the image on an old parchment with a deteriorated dwarf portrait in it. Maese Ludlum was a crafty fellow, but above all, was a practical minded dwarf, very much like me, who had no qualms about approaching the Arcane Art without the preconceptions our kin are so fond of. The dwarf moved her hand towards the mug as the floating image dissolved in the air. I will spare you the interesting details. Summing up, if the hints and clues I’ve collected in the past 15 years are true, Maese Ludlum seems to have unlocked the secret of intrinsically, spontaneous, magical crafting. You see, all the classical processes of magic crafting revolve around the same principle: you take a very good base item, like a sword or a rod, and infuse it with magical energies that spring from an external source until you bind the arcane energy to the material vessel. Voilá. Classic. Well tested. Done deal you might say. Tirispas made a pause, not that it might help his drinking partner to keep up with her. Phhh… that’s the elvish paradigm of arcane crafting. It works, yes, but an immense cost and effort, and with only a handful of magic practitioners being able to pull it off. Maese Ludlum explored another way. The dwarf leaned forward and dropped her voice a bit, like she was about to reveal the greatest mystery of the eons. If magic permeates all of reality, then all material object or items are intrinsically magical, even if they are so in a very infinitesimal way. That applies to you and me too. Neat, uh? So, what if the magic crafting process could be not about infusing external magic to an object, but tapping and unleashing the intrinsically magical nature of elements? It is well known that magic attracts more magic, so even a miniscule magical spark could very easily grow exponentially. She searched the town guard’s eyes. She hid her disappointment… the lad seemed quite bright this morning... but perhaps he was not a good prospect for a guide to the old dwarf hold after all. She leaned back again and gulped the last of his ale. What I’m trying to say is that Maese Ludlum might have found a way to do magic crafting by non-magic users. Imagine: any skilled smith being able to craft a magic sword or armor. No powerful artifacts or anything like that, but weapons and materials that perform better, last longer and can help keep the evil and darkness at bay. She turned his head towards the windows besides him. Dusk was upon them. She sighed and continued. The chances that any of this are remotely true are so low that I don’t think they can be described mathematically. Maese Ludlum could have been quite a charlatan. But what I found about his work correlates nicely with other findings of my own. And should they prove truthful, then not only we would be at threshold of a new era of understanding reality, we could change, for better, the lives of all peoples. Isn’t that worth the risk?

 

[Dargos]

I will be closing applications on 10/21/2018 at midnight EST. That way any lurkers that are out there can submit something if they want.

[Dorack]

Originally Posted by Dargos

I will be closing applications on 10/21/2018 at midnight EST. That way any lurkers that are out there can submit something if they want.

Will newcomers start at level 3 also? Perhaps the party is up to lvl 4 by now?

[Phil]

I'm noticing a wealth of tank submissions and not many casters. Is it too late to post a second character? I could probably have it mostly fleshed out sometime this afternoon.

[The Rat Queen]

Originally Posted by Phil

I'm noticing a wealth of tank submissions and not many casters. Is it too late to post a second character? I could probably have it mostly fleshed out sometime this afternoon.

Originally Posted by Dargos

I will be closing applications on 10/21/2018 at midnight EST. That way any lurkers that are out there can submit something if they want.

Nope, you have all weekend!