[Characters] Denizens of the Dales

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[Begon Ugo]

Deng Application Character Name: Banger Deng Race: Mountain Dwarf Class: Fighter 3 Background: Folk Hero Age:250 Gender: Male Alignment: Neutral Good Description: Banger is as stout as most of his brethren, if a bit portly around the midsection. He wears his fiery red hair and beard wild and long. Even though he is obviously short he has been told that he walks tall and it is true. When Banger walks into a room, the room takes notice. Upon gaining everyone's attention, the first thing that they would notice about Banger is the eyepatch covering his left eye, the result of an orc arrow. Personality Traits 1:Me friends know they ken rely on me, nae matter what. Personality Traits 2:I'm confident in me own abilities and do what I ken ta instill confidence in others. Ideals: People. I'm committed ta tha people I care about, nae ta ideals. Me girl...Laurena, I'll tell ye about her in a moment. Bonds: Me honor be me life. Player Goals: The classic Forgotten Realms is the setting of epic battles between heroes and villains and the everyday people caught in the middle. That’s how I see my character...caught in the middle. He is a hero...but for Banger that was another lifetime. I want to see him interact with an amazingly robust setting full of magic and mayhem but at the same time, be free to actual live a life of his own. Character Goals: Me name be Banger. I’m a Dwarf and because of this I’m supposed ta be rough and ready ta fight. But I’m nae. Nae even close. I like flowers... and kittens...and...and Laurena. I like Laurena a lot. But she be gone now. She left and she will probably get herself killed in some fool way. She is always spirited and ready ta fight. Nae a hard girl ta fall for. Ahhhh...but i git ahead of myself. I be tha owner of tha Double Fist Tavern. It be me retirement home of sorts. I hung up me battle axe and settled down for a nice life of steaks, ales, and brawlin'. And let me tell ye...business be good...damn good. Like I said I’m nae tha fightin' type...at least i'm nae anymore. Nope, I be tha cookin' type. Give me some fresh game, harvested correctly, and some herbs and spices and I will whip up some grub that wou' make ye drown in yer drool. Nae foolin' at all. I be that good. But they say all good thin's come ta an end and so it might. Me Laurena is on some fool mission, some inspired nonsense about good versus evil. I didn’t much care ta hear about it. I tried ta teach her about tha natural cycle of thin's. Ye ken...tha pendulum...it swin's back and forth. But she is a stubborn lass for sure. Bio: Banger grew to adulthood amongst the steadfast dwarves of Clan Battlehammer far to the north. He was lured away to Shadowdale by the promise of unending adventure and brawling by his friend, Boots the Lucky, a decidedly unlucky halfling thief. Together they both became prominent members of the mercenary crew, Mane's Band. After the crew was disbanded, Banger became a respected sergeant in Shadowdale's city watch. Banger has seen it all. To his ever living shame, he was there when Aumry Obarskyr was assassinated and to his credit, he fought against Zhentil Keep alongside Mourngrym Amcathra. Due to his honorable service to Shadowdale, Banger was given the choice of a small allotment of land or the monetary equivalent. Banger, lacking a family to return to, chose the money. He opened up the Double Fist Tavern and he whiles away his day greeting what the dust of the road brings him. His adventures now consist of listening to the tall tales of his patrons and cracking the heads of the belligerent.

 

“Banger"

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Stat Block   Banger Deng, LVL3 Mountain Dwarf, Fighter/Champion Features:When you engage in two-weapon fighting, you can add your ability modifier to the damage of the second attack.Two-Weapon Fighting, At first level, on your turn, you can use a bonus action to regain hit points equal to 1d10 + your fighter level. Once you use this feature, you must finish a short or long rest before you can use it again.Second Wind, Starting at second level, on your turn, you can take one additional action on top of your regular action and a possible bonus action. Once you use this feature, you must finish a short or long rest before you can use it again. Starting at 17th level, you can use it twice before a rest, but only once on the same turn. Action Surge, Starting at 3rd level, your weapon attacks score a critical hit on a roll of 19 or 20. Improved Critical, HP: 30/30, AC: 17 , Vision: Darkvision Init: +1 Speed: 25, Passive Perception: 12, Saves: STR +4, DEX +1, CON +3, INT 0, WIS +0, CHA -2 Equipped: +6, 1d8+4 slashingBattle Axe(x2) Carried/Unequipped: +6, 1d6+4 slashing, 20/60Handaxe x2

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[Arthilian01]

Jessup Holiday: Name: Jessup Holiday Race: Sun Elf Gender: Male Age: 120 years old Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Class: College of LoreBard Background: InstrumentalistEntertainer Traits: Personality trait: -I’m a hopeless romantic, always searching for that “special someone.” Jessup wants to prove to himself that despite his past, there is someone out there that is his duty to meet and fall in love with. He wants to prove that he deserves a happily ever after as much as anyone. Ideal: -Honesty. Art should reflect the soul; it should come from within and reveal who we really are. (Any) Through jovial music and dance he is trying to alleviate the shadow that hangs over his soul. A 'fake-it-till-you-make-it' scam that he attempts to play on himself, through sheer force of will he will become a better person. Bond: -My instruments are my most treasured possessions, and they remind me of someone I loves. His instruments remind him of his brother, the person who sparked a love of music in Jessup at a very young age. Flaw: -A scandal prevents me from ever going home again. That kind of trouble seems to follow me around. Jessup's first love was extremely forbidden, he charmed and wooed her in secret and when he finally found himself in her arms, he got caught. Personality description: Jessup is a laid back individual who never gets his dander up over anything. He enjoys music, good food and good company as well as the attentions of a beautiful woman. Every town or city that he visits he finds himself inadvertently finding a 'special someone' whether he was looking or not and therefore ends with more than a couple 'Special Someones'. Jessup often passes the time, strumming on his lute, diddling on his shawm, whistling through his pan flute or blowing on his harmonica, There isn't a free moment where he isn't making some sort of noise and that noise usually mimics his feelings as he pours his very heart into every tune. He isn't often seen without an instrument in his hand and he has his selection, each one devoted to one of his great loves. Jessup always seems to end up devoting something to some woman just like the time he ended up in that Lady's bed chambers, The look on her husband's face was priceless...but that thing is bound to happen, right? Appearance: Jessup favors light clothing, a leather vest and a ragged blue riding cloak. Sometimes, during less casual times, he dons leather armor over the common clothes of a traveler. He is attached to his black, wide-brimmed hat and blue cloak, though. Despite being a high elf, Jessup adorns himself with random jewelry from his travels, He boasts two necklaces around his neck from some secret treasure horde found by him and his companions as well as an earring in the earlobe of each of his pointed ears. He also adorns the second and third fingers of his right hand with silver rings that resemble twisted vines. Aside from the somewhat outlandish fashion compared to most High elves, he fashions the angular, sharp facial features of his kin as well, as glimmering green eyes, long black hair and soft, pearlescent skin that has tanned from exposure to the sun, but still takes on that glow found common in most Sun elves, as if a little sun itself shines out from underneath. Jessup stands just under six feet tall and weighs about a hundred and fifty pounds, This feature, like his facial features, is very much like his kin despite his other traits that he has inherited from the road. History: Jessup Holiday was born Celadon Undantil, second born of House Undantil of Silverymoon City. At a very young age, he started following in his brother's shadow every chance he got. His brother, Ealadon was only eighty years older than him and was definitely a good influence. Everyone loved Ealadon, especially women for he could play any instrument and when he did, it seemed like the very gates the Celestial Plane would open up and Aasamar would play trumpets in accompaniment to him. This sparked a flame deep within Celadon and brought to him the realization that many youths with older siblings realize, He wanted to be just like his brother. Now, while these two were inseparable in their early youth, the first fifteen years, Ealadon started to pull away, as older siblings do, He was becoming more of an adult and more concerned with adult things such as getting married and ascending to the head of the House someday. Ealadon's parents chose a bride for their son, Sylvary Shaendil, a woman of good standing with strong bonds to her own noble family. Well, Celadon, wanting to be just like his brother as well as being an impetuous young lad who didn't understand how the world he lived in worked, also gained eyes for Ealadon's potential wife. It wouldn't have been so bad if Lady Sylvary hadn't also began to fancy Celadon. For five years, their secret love blossomed and remained a secret but all good things must come to an end and the first time that Celadon had gotten a little too drunk, he made a mistake. The night of his brother's wedding, Ealadon had been called away to an important family meeting and Celadon was left alone to court his drink. He had fallen drunkenly into the wrong bed and when Ealadon went to join his wife he found his impetuous brother had already beat him to it. Well, that was the end of everything for more than one person, Sylvary was shamed before her family, Ealadon's love for her was dowsed and Celadon was cast out of the family, disowned and completely erased from any document that linked him to the Undantil noble house. He was even stripped of his name, forbidden to ever call himself anything that would relate him to this family and that he agreed with happily. He wandered for some time, aimlessly and namelessly, his only thought was to get as far away from Silverymoon and his 'family' as possible. Once his head had cooled somewhat, days later, and through several circumstance that made not having a name awkward or difficult, he came up with the name of Jessup. From what Jessup talks about, he was born in Silverymoon among one of the noble houses yet, due to his complete opposite nature from most noble houses of Sun elves that reside there, it is hard to believe such a tale. He tells stories of how he had disgraced his family, or at least in his parent's eyes, he had and therefore was disavowed of having said parents. The name 'Holiday' was chosen by him because of the bright cheer and good feelings he brings when he puts his mind and hands to his instruments. From the tales he has shared with his companions, Jessup has been wandering the highways and byways of Faerun since the young age of twenty years old. Although, that doesn't sound young by human standards, it is a far shot from being an adult as far as elves are concerned. In his travels he has entertained the company of several wandering minstrels which helped to rekindle his love of music that he had taken early on in life and even taught him the use of several instruments. He never shied away from learning a new instrument, how he adored the sounds he could make. He has gathered many tales and songs in his travels, as well, having traveled from one end of the Sword Coast and down the Trade Way until letting his feet carry him more towards the North towards Cormyr. Even among his traveling companions of late, whenever asked about his past, he gets only as far as being related to a house of nobles in Silverymoon then gets distracted. Jessup met up with a band of wandering adventurers during a raid of Zhentarim on Shadowdale. Inspired by their bravery, Jessup wrote many songs and gathered tales of their exploits and hasn't deemed to leave their side yet. Although he seems somewhat flighty, he has found true friends among these adventurers and deems them a good alternative to wandering alone. Player Goals: I love the forgotten realms setting, I have read almost all the Drizzt books and have enjoyed just getting lost in the world of Faerun. I want a chance to play my first successful bard concept. Woe to the women of every village of the Dales! Character Goals: Long-term: Jessup wants to make a name for himself, To attribute some fame to the name 'Jessup Holiday' and to someday find his happy ending. Short-term: He wants to live the thrilling life of an adventurer alongside others of like mind, collect magical knowledge and musical knowledge. He also doesn't mind the occasional pit stop at every tavern where he can woo the beautiful women of Faerun.   Within only a year he had spent with this particular group of adventurers, He found himself alone this day and on a mission, The group he was with was bound to borrow the treasure of a cruel Lord that called Archendale his home. Jessup went about playing for anyone and everyone as he sauntered and bandied through the streets. Upon hearing lots of voices within a tavern as he passed, he decided a party was in order and sauntered within. The young elf strummed upon his lute and danced about the room, lighting up faces and passing out a wink to any pretty girls he passed. The night began to wax and his fingers began to get tired so he settled down at the behest of several patrons who clapped him upon the back and shoved a drink in his hand. Before he knew it he was waking up in upon silk sheets in a huge canopy bed that he didn't recognize. Ah, but he recognized the woman lying asleep next to him, The very Lady who was married to the Lord. Jessup ran his finger down her soft, rosy cheek and her eyes fluttered open and found him, "What a night." She whispered seductively with a devious grin then her mood changed instantly, her eyes popping open, "It's morning! My husband will be here shortly. You have to leave!" As if the words summoned the demonic presence of the Lord, in he burst and instantly his face reddened with confusion and frustration as he laid eyes upon his wife laying with another man and an Elf at that. Jessup rolled from the bed, taking the naked Lady and the sheets with him into a glamorous tumble. He could hear a sword being drawn as he clutched his clothes to his chest and made for the balcony. The Lady had managed to extricate herself from the sheets and stumbled and tripped to meet him at the railing. With one last passionate kiss she shoved a small metal object into his hand and then nearly pushed him from the railing just as crossbow quarrels 'thunked' into the railing where he had been sitting a moment before. Jessup scaled the building as best he could with one hand and finally when his feet hit cobblestones he heard a yell from above, the Lady leaned over the railing, her generous bosoms bared, "Come back for me someday!" A request Jessup could only give a smile and an over-exaggerated salute to before running off down the street in his birthday suit. Jessup led the Lord and his bodyguards a merry chase through the city but it was all a distraction and a good one too. Whilst he was streaking through the city, with all the Lord's men and all the Lord's horses breathing down his neck, his companions were about the Lord's vault, robbing him blinder than a badger with a fox after it. In actuality, what seemed like random carousing was in fact, a very precise plan with which he had played a nominal part in. He had made it look so flawless that even his companions were nearly fooled until the plan was fully in motion and he swept the lady from the tavern on wings of alcohol and music. The fact that he also had a good time was irrelevant when it came time to dole out the treasure..back to it's rightful owners, of course.

OOC:   Jessup Holiday | Sun Elf Entertainer Level 3Bard HP: 22/22 | AC: 11 armor + 3 Dex14 | Current Initiative: +3 | Weapons: +5, 1d4+3Dagger Abilities: STR 8 (-1) | DEX 16 (+3) | CON 12 (+1) | INT 12 (+1) | WIS 12 (+1) | CHA 15 (+2) Saves: Dex +5 | Cha +4 Passive Senses: 11 Skills: Acrobatics +5 | Performance +6 | Perception +5 | Deception +4 | Persuasion +4 | Intimidation +4 | Arcana +3 | History +3 | Insight +3 Spells: +4, Spell DC 12 Level 0 -Enchantment Level: Cantrip Casting time: 1 Action Range: 60 feet Components: V Duration: Instantaneous You unleash a string of insults laced with subtle enchantments at a creature you can see within range. If the target can hear you (thought it need not understand you), it must succeed on a Wisdom saving throw or take 1d4 psychic damage and have disadvantage on the next attack roll it makes before the end of its next turn. This spell’s damage increases by 1d4 when you reach 5th level (2d4), 11th level (3d4), and 17th level (4d4).Vicious Mockery -Evocation Level: Cantrip Casting time: 1 Action Range: 5 feet Components: S Duration: Instantaneous You create a burst of thunderous sound, which can be heard 100 feet away. Each creature other than you within 5 feet of you must make a Constitution saving throw. On a failed save, the creature takes 1d6 thunder damage. The spell’s damage increases by 1d6 when you reach 5th level (2d6), 11th level (3d6), and 17th level (4d6).Thunderclap Level 1 - 4/4 -Evocation Level: 1 Casting time: 1 Bonus Action Range: 60 feet Components: V Duration: Instantaneous A creature of your choice that you can see within range regains hit points equal to 1d4 + your spellcasting ability modifier. This spell has no effect on undead or constructs. When you cast this spell using a spell slot of 2nd level or higher, the healing increases by 1d4 for each slot level above 1st.Healing Word -Enchantment Level: 1 Casting time: 1 Action Range: 30 feet Components: V, S Duration: 1 hour You attempt to charm a humanoid you can see within range. It must make a Wisdom saving throw, and does so with advantage if you or your companions are fighting it. If it fails the saving throw, it is charmed by you until the spell ends or until you or your companions do anything harmful to it.The charmed creature regards you as a friendly acquaintance. When the spell ends, the creature knows it was charmed by you. When you cast this spell using a spell slot of 2nd level or higher, you can target one additional creature for each slot level above 1st. The creatures must be within 30 feet of each other when you target them.Charm Person -Evocation Level: 1 Casting time: 1 Action Range: Self (15-foot cube) Components: V, S Duration: Instantaneous A wave of thunderous force sweeps out from you. Each creature in a 15-foot cube originating from you must make a Constitution saving throw. On a failed save, a creature takes 2d8 thunder damage and is pushed 10 feet away from you. On a successful save, the creature takes half as much damage and isn’t pushed. In addition, unsecured objects that are completely within the area of effect are automatically pushed 10 feet away from you by the spell’s effect, and the spell emits a thunderous boom audible out to 300 feet. When you cast this spell using a spell slot of 2nd level or higher, the damage increases by 1d8 for each slot level above 1st.Thunderwave -Evocation Level: 1 Casting time: 1 Action Range: Touch Components: V, S Duration: Instantaneous A creature you touch regains a number of hit points equal to 1d8 + your spellcasting ability modifier. This spell has no effect on undead or constructs. When you cast this spell using a spell slot of 2nd level or higher, the healing increases by 1d8 for each slot level above 1st.Cure Wounds Level 2 - 2/2 -Enchantment Level: 2 Casting time: 1 Action Range: 60 feet Components: V, S Duration: Concentration, up to 1 minute You attempt to suppress strong emotions in a group of people. Each humanoid in a 20-foot-radius sphere centered on a point you choose within range must make a Charisma saving throw; a creature can choose to fail this saving throw if it wishes. If a creature fails its saving throw, choose one of the following two effects. You can suppress any effect causing a target to be charmed or frightened. When this spell ends, any suppressed effect resumes, provided that its duration has not expired in the meantime. Alternatively, you can make a target indifferent about creatures of your choice that it is hostile toward. This indifference ends if the target is attacked or harmed by a spell or if it witnesses any of its friends being harmed. When the spell ends, the creature becomes hostile again, unless the DM rules otherwise.Calm Emotions -Enchantment Level: 2 Casting time: 1 Action Range: 60 feet Components: V, S Duration: 1 minute You weave a distracting string of words, causing creatures of your choice that you can see within range and that can hear you to make a Wisdom saving throw. Any creature that can’t be charmed succeeds on this saving throw automatically, and if you or your companions are fighting a creature, it has advantage on the save. On a failed save, the target has disadvantage on Wisdom (Perception) checks made to perceive any creature other than you until the spell ends or until the target can no longer hear you. The spell ends if you are incapacitated or can no longer speak.Enthrall Features: -Accustomed to twilight forests and the night sky, you have superior vision in dark and dim conditions. You can see in dim light within 60 feet of you as if it were bright light, and in darkness as if it w ere dim light. You can’t discern color in darkness, only shades of gray.Darkvision -You have advantage on saving throws against being charmed, and magic can’t put you to sleep.Fey Ancestry -Elves don’t need to sleep. Instead, they meditate deeply, remaining semiconscious, for 4 hours a day. (The Common word for such meditation is “trance.”) While meditating, you can dream after a fashion; such dreams are actually mental exercises that have become reflexive through years of practice. After resting in this way, you gain the same benefit that a human does from 8 hours of sleep.Trance -Cantrip - Transmutation Level: Cantrip Casting time: 1 Action Range: 60 feet Components: S Duration: Instantaneous or 1 hour You choose a non-magical flame that you can see within range and that fits within a 5-foot cube. You affect it in one of the following ways: - You instantaneously expand the flame 5 feet in one direction, provided that wood or other fuel is present in the new location. - You instantaneously extinguish the flames within the cube. - You double or halve the area of bright light and dim light cast by the flame, change its color, or both. The change lasts for 1 hour. - You cause simple shapes — such as the vague form of a creature, an inanimate object, or a location — to appear within the flames and animate as you like. The shapes last for 1 hour. If you cast this spell multiple times, you can have up to three non-instantaneousControl Flames -You can inspire others through stirring words or music. To do so, you use a bonus action on your turn to choose one creature other than yourself within 60 feet of you who can hear you. That creature gains one Bardic Inspiration die, a d6. Once within the next 10 minutes, the creature can roll the die and add the number rolled to one ability check, attack roll, or saving throw it makes. The creature can wait until after it rolls the d20 before deciding to use the Bardic Inspiration die, but must decide before the DM says whether the roll succeeds or fails. Once the Bardic Inspiration die is rolled, it is lost. A creature can have only one Bardic Inspiration die at a time. You can use this feature a number of times equal to your Charisma modifier (a minimum of once). You regain any expended uses when you finish a long rest. Your Bardic Inspiration die changes when you reach certain levels in this class. The die becomes a d8 at 5th level, a d10 at 10th level, and a d12 at 15th level.Bardic Inspiration - 2/day -Starting at 2nd level, you can add half your proficiency bonus, rounded down, to any ability check you make that doesn’t already include your proficiency bonus.Jack of all Trades -Beginning at 2nd level, you can use soothing music or oration to help revitalize your wounded allies during a short rest. If you or any friendly creatures who can hear your performance regain hit points at the end of the short rest, each of those creatures regains an extra 1d6 hit points. The extra hit points increase when you reach certain levels in this class: to 1d8 at 9th level, to 1d10 at 13th level, and to 1d12 at 17th level.Song of Rest -When you join the College of Lore at 3rd level, you gain proficiency with three skills of your choice. College of Lore -Also at 3rd level, you learn how to use your wit to distract, confuse, and otherwise sap the confidence and competence of others. When a creature that you can see within 60 feet of you makes an attack roll, an ability check, or a damage roll, you can use your reaction to expend one of your uses of Bardic Inspiration, rolling a Bardic Inspiration die and subtracting the number rolled from the creature’s roll. You can choose to use this feature after the creature makes its roll, but before the DM determines whether the attack roll or ability check succeeds or fails, or before the creature deals its damage. The creature is immune if it can’t hear you or if it’s immune to being charmed.Cutting Words -You can always find a place to perform, usually in an inn or tavern but possibly with a circus, at a theater, or even in a noble’s court. At such a place, you receive free lodging and food of a modest or comfortable standard (depending on the quality of the establishment), as long as you perform each night. In addition, your performance makes you something of a local figure. When strangers recognize you in a town where you have performed, they typically take a liking to you.By Popular Demand -At 3rd level, choose two of your skill proficiencies. Your proficiency bonus is doubled for any ability check you make that uses either o f the chosen proficiencies. At 10th level, you can choose another two skill proficiencies to gain this benefit.Expertise - Perception, Performance Gear: -A silver ring from a Royal Lady of Silverymoon -Belt pouch -Costume -backpack -A Lute -A Pan flute -A Shawm -A Harmonica -disguise kit. -waterskin -5 days of rations -5 candles -bedroll -A glass jar containing a weird bit of flesh floating in pickling fluid

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Charlie Name: Charlene 'Charlie' Granger Race: Human Class: Paladin 3 Vengeance - Red Night, Lady of Strategy Background: Mercenary Age: 24 or 25 Gender: Female ( Confused, but probably a 4 or 5 on the Kinsey Scale) Alignment: Lawful Neutral Physical Description: From first to last glance, Charlie is the quintessential mercenary. A black tabard is worn over chain mail - proclaiming her availability. Sword and shield display her skills. With her muscular build, small breasts, short cut blond hair, and scars; many would at first mistake her for a man. This is a mistake that Charlie does not correct. Charlies normally pale face is browned by years outside training and fighting. However, the rest of her skin is still a pale white. For those who see her with her gloves off, she has two set of tattoos on her forefingers. One hand says 'H-E-A-L' and the other hand 'H-U-R-T'. Rumor has it that she has the tattoo of a red chess piece - the symbol of the Red Knight - on one of her breasts, but no one will admit to having seen it. Stories: The Blooding, Charlie the Paladin   Player Goals: In terms of Player Goals, I am looking forward to a focus on character development. With Charlie, where did she come from? her parents, the mysterious pendant. At the same time, who is Charlie going to become? To date, Charlie has been driven by her circumstances, becoming a mercenary and a Paladin. Now she gets to start choosing. As well, I am looking forward to playing a Dark Knight Character (e.g., Modern Batman, Punisher) - doing bad things to bad people. In term of the Dalelands, I like the sandbox approach where the players and GM collaboratively develop adventures. As well, I like the small scale, it feels like PCs can make a difference in the world (or at least the lives of a few people in a dale). Character Goals: Most immediately, Charlie is motivated by a desire to avenge her family and to prove herself to Indus and Seraph - who have become in some ways her surrogate mother and father. As well, Charlie wants to find out about her heritage. More broadly, Charlie needs to discover who she wants to be. To date, her background has been dictated by her training from her mentors - Indus and Seraph.   Charlie grew up on a small farm in Shadowdale. From her earliest memories, Charlie was different. She grew up a blonde-haired pale girl in a family of dark-haired and swarthy siblings. Charlie has few memories of her mother who passed away when Charlie was young (just three or four). Charlie's father and siblings appear to harbor some lingering grudge against Charlie for her mother's death but would not talk with her about it. On her mother's death, Charlie's father gave Charlie an unusual pendant. The pendant was not a precious metal, but rather forged steel. The shape was a five-pointed star. There were fixtures for five gems or stones, but the fixtures where empty. Between her siblings' thinly veiled hostility and her different looks, Charlie was initially a target of bullies. However, Charlie quickly developed strength and skills beyond the other children. As well, she demonstrated a fierce temper when provoked. After a tussle of two, she made her peace with her sibling and the neighboring children. When Charlie hit puberty (around 13 or 14), Charlie quickly developed into an attractive young woman. She immediately came to the notice of local boys. However, Charlie was flustered and confused about how people were treating her differently. One day, a pair of adventurers/mercenaries happened upon Charlie and one of her older sisters, Bridget, at the local market. The two mercenaries flirted with the two women. Bridget returned the mercenaries attention, but Charlie spurned their advances. The two mercenaries intercepted the two women on their way home. When the women did not consent to grant them sexual favors, the two mercenaries attempted to rape the women. As she was attacked, something snapped inside Charlie. She beat the mercenary who attacked her with a quarter staff and then attacked the one raping Bridget. When she came to her senses, Charlie had killed both of the men. Bridget and Charlie were initially arrested for the death of the two mercenaries. At first, the Sheriff was reluctant to believe that a single girl could kill two seasoned mercenaries. As the facts came to light, Charlie was released on the charges of killing the two men, but the violence and her temper became the talk of the dale. Soon after this incident, Charlie’s father was paid a visit by Indus, the leader of a large mercenary group - the Black Hawks. After a bit of negotiation, Indus paid Charlie’s father a hefty sum for Charlie to be indentured/apprenticed to Indus for a period of 10 years. As Charlie’s father explained it to Charlie "All the boys in the vale have heard what you did. As a farmer’s daughter, none will approach you. As a mercenary, you will find a place with your own kind." At this Indus laughs and tell Charlie and her father "She will rule among mercenaries. With no training, she bested two fighters. When I am through with her she will be able to hold her own against knights of the land." While Charlie was an odd-fish in the Dale, she quickly found her place in the Black Hawks. The mercenary group respected her fighting prowess and motivation. Indus took a personal liking to Charlie and did a fair bit of training with her. While Charlie was trained in a wide variety of martial weapons, she had an affinity for the staff, and when she first trained with the Glaive, found it her preferred weapon. The Glaive compensated for the reach of her short stature. As well, Charlie found that many who could dodge the first strike were surprised when she attacked with the but. The Black Hawk’s Strategist was a woman called Seraph. Seraph was a Paladin of the Red Knight, an avid Lanceboard Player and decidedly bi-sexual. From Seraph, Charlie learned how to play Lanceboard (not as well as Seraph) and that she preferred women to men. As well, Charlie became a Paladin sworn to the Red Knight. As Charlie approached her time to take an Oath with the Red Knights, she struggled with which Oath to swear. the Red Knights’ focus was on strategy and contained individuals from a variety of backgrounds who had sworn various Oaths. The Black Hawks were mercenaries, taking the coin of whoever would pay them, although Indus and Seraph did try work for established governments. As Charlie was debating, she received a message from the Dale, that her family’s farm had been raided. Her father was dead, and her oldest sibling Bridget carried off. Charlie took this as a sign from the Lady of Strategy. Charlie Swore the Oath of Vengeance, to hunt down and destroy evil wherever it occurred, starting with those who had attacked her family. Having sworn her Oath, Charlie took her leave of Indus and Seraph and headed back to Shadowdale. As she went towards the Daleland, Charlie realized that she would need to recruit a team to aid her in her quest. So, Charlie wore the black tabard of an unemployed sellsword (individual mercenary) and would stop at various Inns inquiring about others looking for adventure.

Mounted Combat Tactics A couple of keynotes about mounted combat. First, Horses can move 60ft. Second, the mount can take an action (Dash, Dodge or Disengage) while the rider takes a different action. As well, these tactics have not yet integrated with a Paladin's abilities and spells. Skirmishing. This tactic is designed to allow the mounted combatant to engage targets at will across the battlefield. Basic strategy is to move to within 10' of an enemy, attack with a lance and then move back. If necessary, the mount can dash giving them a total of 120 ft of movement. Hold the Line. This tactic is designed to restrain or funnel a group of attackers. The mounted combatant moves to within 10 ft of the group and either attacks a member of the group or readies an attack. The mount has a 10ft x 10ft area it occupies. Depending on the weapons uses, the mounted combatants reach will be an additional 5-10 ft. So covering a 20 (longsword) to 30 ft (lance) square. Fighting Retreat. This tactic is designed to hold a group of attackers while the rest of the party retreats. It will likely be preceded by 'Hold the Line'. Mounted Combatant and Mount both take the Dodge Action for a round or two to slow pursuit of the rest of the party. Then Mount and Mounted Combatant take Disengage Action and the Mount moves 60ft. Next turn, the mount begins dashing (120ft movement). Pursuit. This tactic is designed when enemies are attempting to flee the field of battle. The Mount Dashes (up to 120 ft movement) to catch up with an enemy. The mounted combatant then attacks and is in position to deliver an Opportunity Attack should the opponent move on their turn. Dismounted Assault. This tactic is utilized when the enemy is using obstacles and or structures that will not allow a mounted attack. The mount moves (up to 120 ft with Dash). The mounted combatant dismounts (cost 1/2 movement) and then moves to engage the enemy.

[PalladiaMors]

Where the North Wind Blows Name: Ka'ina Race: Air Genasi Class: Monk Background: Entertainer Age: 22 Gender: Female Alignment: Chaotic good Traits: I have trouble staying focused sometimes. Though I try to stay on task there are times when ooh! Shiny! Ka'ina is the definition of a free spirit and there seems to be no buffer between thought and action with her. Her moods and motives change with the wind. Having a good time is usually near the top of her list of priorities though. Ideal: Everyone should be free to pursue their own destiny. Ka'ina has never felt true constraint in her life and believes no one else should either. She can be an instigator, prodding others to act on their desires and throw off whatever constraints are holding them back. However this is tempered by the belief that everyone is entitled to the same courtesy, and that exploring ones own freedom should not come at the expense of another. The "good" in her alignment is a reflection of this more than a guiding principle. Bond: The voices on the wind guide me to my destiny. Though I may live for the moment, those whispers are my center. Despite her wild and unpredictable nature, Ka'ina stays focused on her overall goal. She feels her wild and free-spirited nature is a part of her goal.   Though humanoid in form, Ka'ina is clearly not human. Her skin is white with a pale hint of blue, long, pure white hair hangs down to her knees, and her eyes are pale blue with no visible pupils. Pale blue markings adorn her shoulders, biceps, and back like tattoos except that the markings shift and change as if they were blowing in a breeze that was a part of her skin, which is not far from the truth. Her ears are slightly pointed like those of an elf, which among other things leads her to believe that she has some fey blood in her veins, but the rest is otherworldly. Her hair is always wild and seems to drift and blow in the breeze even when the air is still and her voice has a melodious tone even when just speaking normally. Ka'ina is tall with a lean and lithe build, quick and graceful in her movements. She almost bounces more than walks, as though she finds contact with the earth distasteful, which again is not far from the truth. Her dress tends to be practical and again changes as often as the wind though loose-fitting clothes and flowing sashes are typical. She carries with her a long staff with holes at the end and a longbow.   Ka'ina has no idea who her parents are, she's never met either of them. Her mother was a half-elven bard who toured through Calimshan and her father was a djinn in the service of a shah who fell for her after hearing her perform for his master's court but she neither knows any of this nor cares. She was found as a newborn on the seat of a wagon that was part of a carnival traveling through Calimshan, a carnival that her mother performed with a few times and knew to be good people. The great beast tamer was even a member of the Harpers, using the carnival as cover while gathering information on the goings-on in the south. She was taken in by the carnival without question, her strange appearance and obvious elemental nature considered a good omen in Calimshan. Ka'ina was raised as the collective daughter of the carnival, traveling with them as she grew up throughout Calimshan and beyond. Gifted with grace and agility and possessing a flair for performance it was only natural that she would begin training and join the carnival as a performer, as an acrobat of course. She took to work on the trapeze quickly, soaring through the air coming naturally to her. In time her act would end in dramatic fashion as she would"slip" from her partner's grasp and plummet to the ground to the gasps and horror of the crowd, only to have the very winds catch her and gently return her to earth. Her talents would branch into music and dance in time, her costumes getting a lot skimpier once she got older. She never minded though, the physical form always seemed somehow alien to her anyway. All in all she was quite happy, wanting for nothing and enjoying the freedom that life in a carnival brought, yet always feeling that something was missing. She was never formally trained as a monk in the traditional sense, but her acrobatics lent themselves to that style of fighting, which was a necessity in the carnival due to their proclivity of traveling through dangerous lands. Several years ago she began to hear whispers on the winds of Cslimshan. They told her that her destiny was not with the carnival, nor even on this world. There was a reason she never truly felt she belonged. A reason why she felt her physical form was a burden. She was among the few prime-worlders who had the capacity to transcend her mortal form and join the pure, primal element of air. She would embrace her true heritage and become a free, unbound air elemental, free to explore the great palaces of the djinn and the eternal storms of the great thunderhead that surrounded them. But the journey would be long, and she would have much to learn and much to prove. Her journey would begin in the north, in a commune with the storm spirits at the top of the Thunder Peaks in the land known as High Dale. To be technical, her journey would begin with the journey there, a journey she has recently completed as she has arrived in the Dalelands eager to see what they offer.   I've been playing FR since 1st edition and enjoyed most incarnations of it (*cough* 4th edition...) The Sword Coast might get all the glory but the Dales have always been its heart. I'm looking for the chance to have adventures other than kick in door, kill monster, take treasure. I think a lot of "modern" adventures have an obvious MMO influence that the Dales seem to have avoided.   Quite simply, Ka'ina is looking to transcend into an air elemental. Not so simply, it's the journey, not the destination. The experiences she gains in pursuit of this goal are just as, if not more important than the goal itself. Mindlessly plodding ahead in a straight line is fine for an earth elemental, but an air elemental goes where it wills and gets to where it is going when it does, not sooner. An air elemental who has seen nothing of the world around it is a failure of an elemental.

[Saratek]

Kahlan Application Character Sheet Name: Kahlan Ackerman a.k.a. "Mara Searus" Race: Scourge Aasimar Class: Divine Soul Sorcerer Background: Charlatan Age: 26 Gender: Female Alignment: Lawful Neutral   Considered tall for a woman, Kahlan has always been known as attractive. She was born an attractive baby, was an attractive child, and grew into a very attractive woman. With long, silvery-blonde hair that flows down to the middle of her back, the slight taint that corrupts her once pure soul manifests itself in strange blue-gray streaks in her locks. Upon her shoulders rest the faint markings of what looks to be feathers, once white, now darkened as another subtle effect of her struggle with the forces within herself. There's no doubting what she is, especially with her pale, nearly silver skin and pupiless, white eyes that have led some to mistakenly believe her blind at first. Taking all of that into account, at it's clear to any that encounter her that she is one of the often fabled and rarely encountered Aasimar. There's no doubting that Kahlan is an exceptional beauty within the realm. It's not unexpected either. Beyond that she's a woman built on an incredibly sturdy frame formed from years and years of near constant travel. This is all kept under a rather simple, yet functional dark dress; her general, day to day traveling attire. It actually works quite well to sit in stark contrast to the lightness of the woman, enhancing her fairness, and especially making her righteous fury seem even brighter if and when it does erupt. Kahlan does have another set of clothing, a set she wears only when she is being "Mara Searus;" the persona she becomes when she feigns being an oracle. It's a far more flashy, form fitting, and loud outfit, but it's specifically for show. Besides that, she's a woman of simple needs, carrying little more than basic traveling necessities and always having her wand at the ready in just a flick.   Traits: Kahlan knows that no con is guaranteed, thus she always makes sure to have an escape plan and to spot the best exits. There have been close calls in her past, but her diligence has kept her alive thus far. Whether it be her divine gifts or her lengthy history of traveling far and wide, Kahlan isn't someone who scares easily. She knows the power she holds inside her and knows what she can do with it. She understands how dangerous she is. Do you? Ideal: Fairness (Lawful): Kahlan has always been picky about her marks. She knows how to spot the ones that can afford to lose a few coins, and those that can't spare it. It's why she doesn't post her prices. It's not a perfect system, but it keeps her from feeling guilty at the end of the day when she's drinking and then dwelling on whatever fantastical lies she told them. As far as she's concerned, if she's not really hurting anyone, than she's not really doing anything that bad. Bond: "Kahlan swindled a man who didn’t deserve it, and believes she was responsible for his death. She seeks to atone for her misdeeds, but fears she might never be able to forgive herself." There was once a man name Rickard Burrows. It had been late on a slow day and Kahlan's growling stomach had overridden her ideals when she did one last reading. As she did with all of her customers, she gave the guy the reading of his life. Rickard Burrows left Mara's Tent with a new view on life and a pouch empty of coin. Little did Kahlan know, but that man really needed that coin. Her traveling group came upon that man's corpse a couple days later at the edge of the village, left face down in the muck near a small pond. Kahlan gathered her stuff and went back to the village, finding the man's family, and then helped them to gather the body and give him a proper burial. Even as Rickard Burrows wife was thanking her, the charlatan couldn't tell the man's widow that her husband had died because of her lies. She'd sent that man out with foolish delusions of striking it big, and clearly whoever he'd gotten himself mixed up with hadn't taken kindly to his measly coin pouch when things didn't turn out as the "oracle" said they would. Since leaving that village, that man's name, Rickard Burrows, his face, his wife's face, have haunted Kahlan. Everytime she makes it back around anywhere near to that village, Kahlan will make it a point to stop by and make sure that the widow has everything she needs and has enough money to carry her through for a little while. While she feels responsible for the man's death, Kahlan knows there's not any amount of gold that will ever make up for his life ending as it had, for her part in it. She's not sure how she can ever attone for it, but she doesn't think she'll ever be able to bring herself to tell Rickard Burrows's widow the truth about why a stranger came into her life that day with the worst news a devoted wife can ever receive.   Player Goals I'm always looking to tell a good Story. As much as rolling dice and slaying the dragon are important, the story of how the characters got to meeting the dragon, from first meeting that panicked commoner that everyone thinks is raving mad to delving into the dragon's lair, is just as important as the actual act. I enjoy the journey, and that journey is the Real Story. So, my goals, as a player, are to enjoy myself, which I do regardless, and to hopefully write a good story with you all, if you'll have me. As for Forgotten Realms and the Dalelands, it's like coming home. For the bulk of my D&D experience, I spent that time playing in the Dalelands of 3e. Whenever I think about D&D as a general setting, I picture the Dalelands. And I feel like it's that way for a lot of people, even if they don't realize it. While I know I don't know near as much I could about them, they feel the most familiar to me. I'd love to get into a game where I can play around in those vast lands again like days of old, even if I'll be playing in the times that hosted the legends that I learned about. Character Goals Kahlan does not seek fame or fortune. She doesn't seek to be a hero. She does, however, look to strike down evil where it lies. Unlike a hero, however, she does it in much the same way an owl hunts a rabbit, or in the way a drunk hunts for the next ale. It's a need for her, a deep seeded desire that is part of her very being. She's conflicted in how others view her need to fulfill this desire, and as such tends to hide this from even those she tries to befriend. While her dreams tell her to embrace her desires, to embrace her destiny, she's worked to hide the power she has, even though she hopes to one day embrace it fully, understand it fully, and perhaps not feel guilty about enjoying unleashing it on the deserving so much. With a life of traveling with others as part of a haphazard and unorthodox family, Kahlan's recent life changes has led her to travel down a different path than the innocent and foolhardy artists and performers she was accustomed to. Finding herself lying more and more to the old types, the woman has found herself traveling alone more and more often, and she can't stand it. While she seeks companions, she knows it isn't that simple. Not only isn't it easy to accept an admitted charlatan, despite her being forthcoming about it, aasimars weren't always to most easily accepted cohort. She'd like to find others, those that can both enjoy life on the road together as well as not flinch in the face of danger, but have no delusions of grandeur. Kahlan isn't looking to save the empire, but she wouldn't mind taking out that camp of bandits so the farmers don't have to worry about getting home to their wives at night.   The story was was that Daddy was a soldier that went off to war and died. That was the first lie that Kahlan can remember in her life. She's lived a life of lies, both being told them and telling them, but that was the first. The truth was her father was not a bright man. He was a laborer by day, so when his first child was born and both looked nothing like either him or his wife with her silvery-blonde hair, and had eyes that were sheer white with no pupils, he both called his wife a harlot and left to never be seen again. Kahlan didn't learn the truth of this until she was told the story in the screaming match with her mother at the age of thirteen. Even if it had been probably the wrong tone at the time, given what they knew of the girl, her mother's truth had quelled the danger within her daughter. Growing up with what most thought at first glance was just a beautiful, yet blind daughter, while others knew and understood better, didn't leave Kahlan's mother with a wealth of suitors after the fact. While there was always work, the family home had been sold to an immigrant family so that the mother and child could move to a more accepting village. An innkeeper, an old widow who ran the place with her daughter, took pity on the two and allowed them to have a room in exchange for working at the inn. And for many years this seemed to be an amicable arrangement. The widow actually quite enjoyed young Kahlan, not being as ignorant as some as to not recognize the gifts within the girl, and even working with her mother to try and prepare her for what would come. Regrettably, Kahlan's mother had little care for the woman who'd taken a liking to her daughter. When she wasn't doing her duties around the inn, Kahlan's mother was about as absent as one could be. When the widow died, Kahlan and her mother found themselves no longer welcome guests of the inn. It seemed that the woman's daughter was all too happy to be rid of the place, selling to the first person to make a decent offer. Being stuck with this child, Kahlan begun to be dragged from place to place as she entered adolescence, which also coincided with the first emergence of the both the power within her and her hearing the first whispers in her dreams. The girl tried to tell her mother about them, tried to tell her that she was hearing the voice tell her to do things. She even tried to repeat some of the words, but was only ever told it sounded like gibberish. With how tucked away her mother liked to keep Kahlan from the eyes of others to reduce any negative gossip, the girl felt so incredibly alone with only the weird voice in her dreams to talk to. First came the little tricks, like making a door open or close with just a wave of her hand or making the candles flicker. The voice in her head had been like a thundering presence at first, but then become a whisper, guiding her through how to do this and that as she began to learn how to at first touch, and then harness the power deep within her. After a while the voice became more demanding, wanting her to do more than just play games and pull pranks on her mother. If it wasn't an argue with her mother about something, it was an argue with a voice that would awaken her in the middle of the night. No matter how hard she tried, no matter what she did, even drinking to the point of delirium, she couldn't seem to stop all of the demanding. That was until finally she popped. Her mother had made one comment too many, and Kahlan had just had it. She hadn't meant to harm the woman, but it had just happened. Before she knew it, her mother had dropped to her knees wracked with pain. Rushing over to the collapsed frame of the woman, despite all that Kahlan had been put through, her only reaction was to comfort her mother. A daughter's love played a large part in her releasing more of the power within her, healing her mother of the wounds Kahlan had inflicted, easing her pain, but not the fact of what had happened. The reaction of her mother, the look Kahlan's mother gave her when she skittered back like a wounded animal into a corner… It was clear to Kahlan how her mother saw her now: a monster. She had no place there. She knew if she stayed her mother might try to kill her or something in her sleep. Grabbing what little she could, Kahlan flipped up her hood and escaped into the night, running and not stopping until she couldn't feel her toes anymore. With no coin and no idea how she would survive, only the voice in her dreams was there to help her survive those first few days. Kahlan wasn't sure how far she walked, but it was the furthest she'd ever gone alone in her life. It felt weird to be alone for the first time, even though she wasn't really sure if she was alone. There was always something, some tingling on the back of her shoulders, some warmth at her center, something that made her feel like she wasn't quite as alone as she could be. Most of all Kahlan was surprised she wasn't more scared than she thought she would be. She was barely fifteen and out traveling down the road on her own. Most people her age would still be living close to home, perhaps plotting their future with a temple or the military. Kahlan was just thinking about what she was going to do to get to the next weekend. Lost in her own thoughts, she didn't hear the two sneaking up behind her… Snatching her bag and running off, the two boys only made it a few yards before the ground suddenly trembled at their feet, causing them both to scream and run, but also to drop Kahlan's satchel. Walking up and picking up her bag, as well as the few items that had spilled out, the novice sorceress could feel the eyes on her before they revealed themselves. By the time she'd turned, the man was stepping out from between the trees. Tall and slender, his voice was deep and smooth, inviting, but that didn't have Kahlan off her guard in the least. Introducing himself, he informed her that he was part of a small troupe traveling the countryside. Offering her aid, he made his intentions clear by pointing out not only how dirty and tired she appeared, but also how hungry she looked. As much as Kahlan loathed the idea of trusting anyone, especially someone who was seemingly offering something for nothing, she was desperate and something within her was telling her it would be okay. There was always those joking stories of kids running off to join the circus, but Kahlan had never thought anyone took it seriously. The troupe wasn't really anything more than a group of various vagabonds and entertainers without a clear aim. They lived for the moment, moving from village to village, putting on a little shows they sold tickets for, or did odd jobs around the village to pay for ale and supplies. It was a simple existence for them, a happy one, and one that would lead Kahlan to learn a great deal about what she could use all that she had been taught to do to her benefit. It was the first time she'd seen anything like the shows they'd put on, or heard of anything like the cons some members of the troupe knew off. The young woman didn't even know what the word 'con' meant. Within a month she was not some dirty, disheveled girl that had run from home, but a wildly dressed oracle that could connect you to long lost loved ones or tell you your future, for just a few coin of course. It wasn't until she really started to get a feel for the artistry of her performance that Kahlan really thought about the character and came to discovered Mara Searus. Mara wasn't some poor girl from some no name village with no father. She had been born under a lunar eclipse. Old prophecies had foretold of her auspicious birth. Mara Searus would be a seerer like none before her. It was a pretty good identity, and over time, one that would be able to hold up to scrutiny. While it was still impossible to hide those parts of herself that made her unmistakingly aasimar, Mara Searus was a woman that had to live secluded, otherwise her abilities might not be as finely tuned when they are called upon. Kahlan, on the other hand, could exchange her 'mask' for a hooded cloak and just try not to look too many people in the eyes. It wouldn't last, however. The fun couldn't. The peace couldn't. Her power, her gifts came with responsibility, came with a cost. Not only did the whispers continue in her dreams, growing louder and louder, but she could feel it in her. There was a wanting, a desire. As she saw more of the world, spoke to more people, heard about their lost loved ones or the dreams they had, she began to get little peeks into the world as a whole. While she did sessions for peoples from various walks of life, there were always obvious differences as well as stark similarities. Love was always love, as was lust. Money seemed to be on the mind of many, either from greed or desperation. And more often than not, people just wanted to know that their loved ones were at peace. She could never understand why there were so many temples, and yet so many faithful came to her, but she was going to take it regardless, even if all she was there to tell them was what would make them sleep better at night. What she also learned was how dark the world was. There was evil all around, whether in small acts, the mugging of a man on his way home, to larger, more vile acts, such as murder. Kahlan couldn't recount the number of times she'd heard stories about people worried that so and so would be at peace because they'd been murdered by bandits or slain by some goblins coming out of the hills. Each time another story came, it was as if Kahlan got a hunger within her, a hunger she couldn't quench. It would come and go, but everytime she was reminded of what lay out there beyond the safety of civilization, the hunger would come back, bigger than it was before. Sooner or later Kahlan knew that it would come to something. It always did. Nothing good ever came of something like that. Not in her experience. The woman ended up being right, at least in some ways. The troupe always wavered in numbers, ebbing and flowing depending on a number of factors. The trip was supposed to be a fairly lengthy one, resulting in several leaving, resulting only a small group left to make the long trek through the hills to the next great land in their travels. It made them an easy target, so as they made their way around a bluff on their third day, having not seen any other travelers for at least a day, the quiet had become all too comfortable. The ambush came out of nowhere, and before she knew it, one of her friends had been stabbed in the gut for trying to fight back while the others had quickly been forced to surrender. Whatever had been buried inside Kahlan for so long had apparently waited long enough. Burning with a fury she'd not felt before, Kahlan's magic reached out and struck down the attackers. The first fell with a sudden, blood-curdling scream that caused the other two to turn in shock. Bewildered, they had went to abush the woman, only for one to grab his skull in much the same way as the first, screaming about, "The Bells! The Bells!" as the other only made it a few more steps before his entire body started to become enveloped in frost. He was the larger of the three, clearly trying the hardest, but when his thrusted blade was sidestepped by Kahlan, she made sure to let him hear the bells as well. With all three of the bandits fallen, she quickly moved to aid her friends, healing their wounds. At first she feared they would look upon her like her mother had. Instead they were thankful, but also a bit reserved. Gathering the bodies and moving them off into the woods, the small group gathered together and carried on a little ways until they made camp. Then the conversation started. While the others seemed a bit rattled, with a couple wearing scars of the experience, their concern seemed to be more with Kahlan than with themselves. Apparently they have found it a bit disturbing the way she had been grinning and seemed to take joy in slaughtering the three bandits. It was hard for the sorceress to admit, but part of her had. Unlike the others, she hadn't felt fear when the three had set down upon them. Their greed and sadism had been apparent from the moment they stabbed an unarmed man, chuckling about it as they kicked him on the ground. Kahlan had only felt a seething hatred for them. Once she let her power go on the first, it was like a wave was let loose and she just flowed from one to the next until all three lay dead at her feet. It had been like a dance. It had almost been fun, as if it was like a game. Her dreams that night were the first time there was more than just whispers, more than just a voice. It was just a flash of a figure, but it was enough to tell Kahlan that the bond was stronger now than it had ever been before. The message was clear. Her purpose was clear. She was to continue if presented the opportunity. While it was never a shared topic of discussion again, but one by one as people left, there were words exchanged about Kahlan's wellbeing, about the attack. She always assured them it was nothing, an isolated incident, but she always knew it was her running a con. They'd never have admitted to it, but she knew they always thought differently of her after that day. If they would have known what she'd started to do, they would have never understood, let alone approved. Finding herself alone in the end, it made it easier for her to pick up with one troupe or another. While none had heard of her alter ego before, some hadn't ever heard of aasimars, which always guaranteed an invitation to join the troupe, at least until the novelty wore off. Being a fake oracle was not all Kahlan did. She had found some purpose just past that bluff that day. She never considered herself a hero. She had a desire, and when she got the opportunity to fulfill it, she did. No one questioned a drunk that spent all of his pay in the tavern, so she didn't see what she did as all that wrong. Evil was a scourge upon the world, and she just happened to take enjoyment in snuffing it out. Just as a trophy hunter might go after a legendary white deer, Kahlan liked to hunt down groups of bandits. She didn't do it for prize money or fame. Much to the contrary, she didn't tell anyone she was doing it. Much like the figurative mask that was Mara Searus, Kahlan wore a literal mask when she went after her bandits, coming into their lively camps in the eve, and leaving them in deathly silence as the moon faded towards the dawn.   Kahlan had bitten off way more than she could chew. It was only supposed to be a few bandits. Instead what she found was a whole camp of very ferocious, and seemingly prepared kobolds. The sorceress was quick, but it soon became apparent that no matter how fast she cast, it was either death or surrender. Time would have to be her only ally. Dropping to her knees, she couldn't understand the guttural language of the creatures, but it was clear they were being careful with her. It was odd. She'd never been ambushed like this before, and it wasn't as if she didn't know how to count. There were way more kobolds there than she had expected. Clearly they had a plan for the aasimar. But then again, evil tended to want to defile those of celestial ancestry.

[Dorack]

Name: Lady Galim
Concept: Highborn Loremaster
Gender: Female
Race: Sun Elf
Class: Cleric (Mystra/Knowledge) 2 ; Wizard (Diviner) 1
Background: Noble
Alignment: Lawful Good
Origin: Evereska

 

Personality Traits: I secretly believe I´m above everyone else.
- Ideal: I must be what I expect others to be. Leave the world better than you found it. Lead by example.
- Bond: Harrwing, my mentor in the High Tower of Mystra in Sembia, and my grandmother back in Evereska.
- Player Goals: Have fun playing a support-type wizard instead of a blaster type; play an scholarly character that has to struggle not to be sore thumb to the rest of the group; develop the char in interesting ways.
- Character Goals: Discover the true Essence of Magic

Backstory

 

Hailing from one of the founding families of Evereska, Galim was born and raised in utmost privilege and wealth. She came into the world in DR 1358, as Mystra was vanquished by Helm for her temerity. The sages marked this as an omen but kept it largely in secret.

As a child, Galim grew with the best that the elven royalty could provide and showed promise for the Art early on. As she grew, she started having visions and epiphanies about a strange but comforting figure. Her grandmother, Ulariam the Archmage, divined these signals as coming from Mystra’s essence still echoing through the Weave. The omens and dreams grew stronger with the passing of the years, like a Presence that grew slowly, guiding and pushing the young elf more into the interest of the arcane.

Galim was raised to take her place among the ruling class of Evereska; yet her heart and mind was always into the magical world. She soon became to face the question that still haunts her: what is the true essence of Magic after all? The search for such an answer, deemed futile by her mentors, would shape her destiny as much as the shadowy mentoring presence in her dreams.

As her coming of age approached, Galim was already a gifted arcane practitioner. Old family feuds intensified. Her aunt Tremulia, Great Priestess of Corellon in Evereska, demanded that the girl should enter the Temple of Corellon as the elven god’s Cleric. Her grandmother Ulariam insisted she be allowed to join the High College of Magic. The quarrel grew in intensity, as did Galim's inner calling. Then she learned about the omens of her birth, and secretly applied to become Cleric of Mystra in The Tower of Mystery in Saerloon in Sembia.

When the family knew of her decision, many resented her, while others admired her courage and shrewdness in averting a greater family rift. So Galim left Evereska and made her way to Sembia, where she became an acolyte of the Lady of Mysteries.

The life as an apprentice was particularly hard for Galim. She was a brilliant student but her noble upbringing proved quite harrowing for the young elf as she adapted to a life without servants at her service. She even had to perform the services herself for the upper members of the Temple. Long years went through, and Galim finally discovered a new side to her life, one that was filled not with privilege and birthright but with the service to a higher end and the joy of helping those in need. Her mentors were proud of her and commend her for it.

Finally in DR 1487, as Mystra returned to Toril, Galim passed her tests and became consecrated to the newly returned Godess of Magic.

Galim stayed in The Tower of Mystery for some time. The fuzzy visions and omens of her childhood now were the comforting presence of Mystra herself. With her guidance, Galim returned to what had been her obsession: the question about the true nature of Magic. She came to call it the “The Matter of Origin”.
She soon came to realize that the path of clerical duty would not bear fruit on her quest of knowledge. With her goddess blessing and guidance, Galim requested a hold on her clerical duties and started her training as a Wizard, which she quickly achieved.

After a while, she felt that her time in Saeeloon was over. Not wanting to return to Evereska just yet, she made her way to the Dalelands, where ancient elven realms and current Archmages perhaps could help her in the search for truth.

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Galim’ s mind drifted off, away from the ritualistic chants around her. Her thoughts trailed off in several loose threads… until she found it.

The Presence.

It was always there, even when she was fully concentrating on something else. Pulsing, simmering, always present.

She focused on it, still babbling the prayer, eyes lost in a distant horizon. It was clear, almost tangible. Galim had seldom felt it so vividly. Perhaps the fact that she was amidst the Temple made the bond stronger, but she quickly dismissed the idea.

You do realize that being absent-minded during a ceremony in my honor is deeply disrespectful? a voice echoed in her head. She couldn’t be sure if the tone was of reprimand or complicity.

She focused her mind.

My deep apologies, My Lady. I was recalling the passage I read last night about…

I’m perfectly aware of your question, Galim. Or I should call it your Quest? Yet you will not find answers where you’ve been, but where you’ll be.

Galim hesitated. I will be where…

BAAM!

A stern palm hit the wooden plank besides her. She almost screamed of fright.

Galim! You disrespect our Lady of Mysteries! Pay attention! shouted the cleric behind her.

The young princess could feel the rage building up inside her, yet she hid it behind a porcelain face. The teachings of the elven court held fast. Back in Evereska, no one would dare even think about talking to her like that… but she was no longer in the elven court, and it had been her choice alone.

Galim caught with the prayer, her melodic voice adding to the rest of the chorus, while in the back of her mind, an idea lingered.

Soon…

[Dark Lady Zannah]

Chris Christina Applegate Name: Christina 'Chris' Applegate Race: Human Class: Cleric 3 War Domain - Tempus Background: Knight of the Order - Order of the Steel Fang Rank: Stalwart Birthplace: Eveningstar, Cormyr Ordination: Shrine of Tempus in Suzail Gender: Female Age: 19 Height: 5' 4" Weight: 126 lbs. Eyes: Blue Hair: Red Skin: Fair Alignment: Lawful Good Ivory Name: Ivory Race: Riding Horse Gender: Female Height: 5' 4" Weight: 1,000 lbs. Coat: Dominant white Player Goals: To play in the sandbox? Purplerook indicated that a player had left the game and asked if I might be interested in joining. I know a bit about the concept behind Charlie and think she is an interesting character. Creating a potential love interest for her is an opportunity I'm inclined to pursue. I don't often play a full spellcaster, but when I do I like for them to be able to hit stuff in the head and do significant damage. I'm looking forward to playing the mechanics of a war domain cleric and bringing the character concept I have in mind to life. I respect that I'm asking to join an existing campaign already in progress. As such, I'm interested in doing what I can help further the party's goals.. At this point my personal goals aren't very well detailed, thus the game world is a sandbox and I aim to play in it. Character Goals: Overcome shyness Learn to be more assertive when I need to be Follow the tenets of Tempus to the best of my ability Fall in love with a girl who actually likes me back Continue to prove myself in battle Ascend through the ranks of the Order of the Steel Fang Biography:Christina Applegate was born in Eveningstar, a pastoral village surrounded by fields and orchards situated in an elbow of the Starwater River just north of the King's Forest in Cormyr with a population of 954. By the time she turned 13, considered to be a woman grown, life quickly became about career or marriage. Her father was a brewer for The Lonesome Tankard Inn and Tavern where her mother was a wench. When they proposed that she could marry the proprietors son, Chris was about ready to run away from home. Chris convinced her parents to send her instead to Mirna's riding academy. There she fell in love with the art of war and fond a fondness for equestrian sports. She took the training seriously, while many of the women there were uppity and mainly there to find a husband. Several of the young ladies that Chris began to develop feelings for spurned her by taking up with a man from a wealthy merchant or noble family while she was still trying to work up the nerve to ask them if they maybe liked girls instead. Graduating with neither a marriage nor a career, Chris followed a friend that she wished she had the nerve to ask to be more than her friend to Suzail. She and her friend enrolled in divinity school, pursuing ordination through the Church of Tempus. She excelled there. Her friend did not, suffering an injury and ending up getting married to the physical therapist who nursed her back to health. That physical therapist was a woman and Chris was beside herself for never having made a move because she could have had a chance, but not it was too late. Chris threw herself into her studies, earning herself ordination as a cleric and proving herself worthy of being accepted into a knightly order within the church, the Order of the Steel Fang. Recently promoted from Acolyte to Stalwart, Chris has been awarded a signet recognizing her position as a knight of the order and ceremonial chain mail armor appropriate for rank among the Hammers, as which all clergymen of Tempus were known. An assignment brought Chris to the Dalelands. There were reports that a shrine of Tempus located deep within the woods in Mistdale had been vandalized. The mission was considered dangerous, so a member of the order was being dispatched. Eager to continue proving herself, Chris volunteered. When she was chosen, Chris mounted her white riding horse, she had named her Ivory, and set out, beginning the long journey to the breadbasket of the Western Heartlands.