[Characters] The Guild's finest

[Retry]

Post character apps here

[Mindsiege]

Application - Complete Name: Ace Race: Kenku Class: Barbarian (Beast) 3 / Monk (Way of the Open Hand) 7 Appearance:   Ace is a very tall kenku, taller than even your average human. From his black feathers to his curved beak he sports the raven-like features that all of his race possess, yet the sheer size and lean, athletic frame that Ace sport describe him as a very recognizable specimen of his kind. Admittedly not the smartest bird of the bunch, the brawler makes up for it with astonishing agility and physical as well as mental resilience, despite maybe not being the best thinker. As an adventurer of the Guild, Ace leans into the primal side of his cursed race and even when he just walks the street he looks tough and hard-boiled. The leathery sash that he wears as his sole item of clothing is held in place by an ornate metal belt, featuring the polished skull of a bird of prey, a token to remind others how Ace fancies to view himself. Yet once one gets to know him a little, he's actually still as simple as he looks at first glance. Just not quite as menacing. In fact, although Ace takes pride in being a killer that needs no weapons aside from those that nature gave him, he considers his talents and abilities something he can use for the sake of others, just like one of the heroes of old. To reinforce that impression he keeps paying attention to people with voices that he likes, which he then ropes into voice acting epic and heroic phrases that he can learn from them to mimic in any future situations that might require him to appear properly heroic. For this, he always keeps a notebook around that he uses to teach others the quotes that he wants to learn. He's also rarely seen without a deck of cards on his person, which he loves to play as his favorite hobby, even though he's really bad at it. He especially enjoys playing aces, sometimes even if it loses him the game. Brief history:   A few years ago, Ace was a kenku like many others. Just taller than most and a little less cunning than his flockmates. If he wasn't even considered downright stupid by them at times. In the city that he called his home then, he was mostly hired muscle. He was often called upon to be used to intimidate others or for the eventual shakedown. It wasn't a stimulating life for Ace (a name that he only adopted later in life) because although he loved to train his body he didn't particularly enjoy profiting from the misery of others and he much rather enjoyed jobs that involved forgery. Because even though he was big and imposing, he was actually a rather gifted kenku in all the talents that his race was generally well regarded for. He could craft imitations and fake voices like the best of them, but he didn't have good foresight and lacked guidance to apply himself differently than what most saw in him at first. So that's how his life stayed in that single lane of being a small-time goon for a good part of his early life. His thug life only changed when he realized how different he really was compared to his smaller kenku companions. Like many such stories, Ace discovered the mysticism inside of himself by mere accident. In fact, hadn't he fallen into the pit of that dancing bear, he would have never have realized how primal he really was. People had called him stupid bird or crooked beast many times when he had been younger, but only when he was face to face with a large bear that found someone to repay the poking and cheering that it habitually suffered, only then did Ace learn to appreciate how beastly he could actually be. The crowd was in awe when the lanky kenku that they thought would become fodder suddenly started to fight the bear on even footing, his beak and talons extending into long, vicious weapons that eventually led Ace to victory in the mano a mano combat against the domesticated bear. That day Ace learned that the primal rage inside of himself could be channeled to achieve incredible feats, which later would spark his new direction. Some people that grow up in bad situations and don't have the smarts to work upward never grow out of their low station in life. Not so Ace. He in fact did not have the smarts, but his raw talent and tireless work to train his body simply couldn't be denied. As the kenku started practicing and harnessing the newfound might of his wild side, rumors eventually made their rounds to the right ears and eventually an adventuring party that was missing a slot got wind of Ace. Since kenku are known to make good hirelings for the right price, they thought why not and went on to recruit him. And although neither they nor Ace had really expected more than doing a job together or two, simply stepping out of his well and going on an actual adventure opened the beady eyes of the tall kenku. Not only did he have the ability to do this kind of work, but in fact, he also excelled in it. And more than being able to make a name for himself, adventuring actually got him into a position that sort of carried some manner of influence to do nice things. Together with a few exciting stories about the heroes of old from a bardic companion and the kenku's simple disposition, adventuring became his new lot in life, and more than doing just a single job, Ace gave himself a new name and quickly joined up with the Guild. Since then he's become an accomplished warrior if not a threatening force in the field, yet his jovial temper and habitual antics quickly earned him a name as someone that is easy to work with. Sometimes it's nice to have someone on the team that doesn't ask too many questions but still has his heart in the right place. Even if it's accompanied by a lot of posturing and ample use of mimicry. Example posts: (1) A young Irda (Dragonlance high-ogre) visiting a human festival in the desert in her elven disguise to find peace for her mother's restless spirit. (2) A shape-shifting dragon that was cursed into a humanoid form and is infiltrating a magician's tower with her party after they had drunk a shrinking potion and then lost the antidote. (3) A Thri-kreen hunter agreeing to a strategic retreat from a pirate hideout after his party caused an alarm and acquired maps to possibly set up an ambush in the future.

[Togot]

 

Name: Snow Denius
Race: Half-elf
Class: Wizard/necromancer
Background: Sage
Alignment: lawful neutral
Age: 23
Personality trait:
1 I am quiet and keep to myself
2 i burn with a quiet smoldering anger that I fear will one day consume me.
Ideal: Vengeance. Those who harm the innocent must be punished
Bond: I sold my soul for knowledge. I hope to do great deeds with it and win it back
Flaw: My hatred blinds me and causes me to make unwise choices

Appearance: Snow is an albino with white skin, long white hair, and red eyes. He is tall, six foot one, but very slender. He has a grim expression and rarely smiles. He wears black leather decorated with various bones, and carries a war scythe that looks to be made out of bone for when he needs to get his hands dirty.

Personality: Snow is a quiet, reserved person who rarely smiles and almost never laughs. He is tunnel visioned on getting stronger to enact his revenge on his elven relatives and Is frustrated by anything that distracts him from furthering that goal. He is slow to trust new people, but once someone has proven themselves a friend to him, he is fiercely loyal to them.

Despite all his anger, Snow still has a kind heart for innocent people and will go out of his way to help others if he can. He doesn't want anyone else to suffer like he has, other than the snow elves. He is also very fond of animals and treats his zombie rat familiar like a living creature.

When it comes to anything other than his kin, Snow is calm and rational, even when being insulted or discriminated against. He simple doesn't think anything that isn't a snow elf is worth his anger.

Backstory:
Snow’s elven mother Tityanna Torsonna was from a tribe of elves who were extreme isolationists, xenophobes, and down right racist against all other races, especially humans. They lived in the cold north and survived mostly by hunting and fishing. Despite their hatred for the outside world, they did let a handful of merchants come to their frozen island to trade things that the snow elves couldn’t get themselves such as metal, fruits, and vegetables. Snows Father, Cairn Denius was one such merchant. His parents met and found each other enticingly exotic, and became lovers. When Tityanna discovered she was pregnant, she eloped with Cairn and fled her people, for they would murder her for laying with a human, and the child for being an abomination that tainted their pure bloodline.

The pair settled in a coastal village where Tityanna fished, and Cairn continued his work as a merchant. They made good money and lived comfortably. Unfortunately, Snow had a much harder time of it. Being not only an elf, but an albino, he was treated as a pariah by the other villagers and made few friends. This made him grow into a sad, lonely introvert.

Then they came.

The snow elves arrived in the village having heard rumors of one of their kind living there. They threatened to kill everyone in the village if they didn’t hand her over. To save the villagers, and Snow and her husband, Tityanna surrendered herself and was taken away. She told Snow and Cairn not to worry, that she would talk things over with her father. Even Snow knew this was a lie to make them feel better. His mother had often told him of how wicked her people were. She always told him to hide if he ever saw one, for they would kill him on sight.

Two weeks later, the elves returned. Cairn’s father went to meet with them, hoping desperately that his wife was with them, and she was…some of her anyway.

In his grief stricken anger, Cairn attacked the elves and was swiftly cut down, leaving Snow an orphan.

Snow watched the scene play out while hiding. He saw the sneering grins on the snow elves’ faces, and it lit a flame of hatred in him that never went out. He swore revenge against the snow elves. He would make them pay. He would wipe their race from existence for what they had done.

He took his inheritance and enrolled in a mages college to study magic. Like his mother, he had an affinity for magic, but there was one school he was especially proficient at, and fittingly enough it was the very school he most wanted to learn, for among his mothers stories of the snow elves, she had told him that there was one school of magic they hated. Necromancy.

Snow knew that to wipe out an entire race, he would need an army. Being not only a commoner, but a halfbreed who was not wealthy, there was no way for Snow to get an army of the living, but an army of the dead was doable.

While at the college, Snow made few friends, but one very unpleasant enemy. Darien Jakas was the son of a noble, and a vicious, cruel, entitled young man who took every opportunity to insult Snow. Snow paid him little mind, unwilling to waste his hatred and anger on anything other than the snow elves. His tunnel vision would cost him dearly, for necromancy was forbidden in the college and Snow taught himself in secret. He managed to animate a rat which he kept as a pet, but one day one of the masters barged into his room while his rat was out. At first Snow was confused as to the reason for the intrusion, but when he saw Darien standing in the hallway sneering at him, he understood. Somehow the human had learned of the rat and reported him.

Snow was expelled from the college and supported himself as an adventurer while continuing to study as best he could. He helped those who needed it, and killed those who deserved it, and along the way he gained a small reputation that drew the attention of his kin. it wasn't long before they sent assassins after him. rather than be afraid, he welcomed the chance to kill his cousins, for never did he lose sight of his ultimate goal. He would kill them. He would kill them all.

 

I stared out the window at the hostile group of snow elves standing in the pale light of the full moon in the town of Gailmont. I had known it would only be a matter of time before they learned of me. I hadn’t exactly been hiding, and an albino elf draws attention. I had hoped to have some undead under my command before I waged my war, but I was out of time. The racist, murdering bastards had found me, as I knew they eventually would.

They called for me to come out and be cleansed from their precious pure bloodline. They called me filth, an abomination, a half- breed, an afront, but the one that made my blood boil was when they called me the son of a whore. Insulting me was one thing, but this filth dared to insult my beloved mother who they had murdered. For that I would give them horror and death.

First, I cast mage armor on myself in preparation for the fight to come. Then, I cast fog cloud, a simple first level spell that did exactly what it said. It obscured the vision of those inside, but also concealed. The fools mistook my opening as an attempt to flee. Third I cast flaming sphere right in the middle of them.

They screamed in pain and surprise, and I wasted no time casting my next spell, ray of sickness. It hit the assassin nearest to me, causing him scream before he collapsed choking on his own vomit. It was music to my ears. Next I cast toll the dead on one of those who had been burned, and the sound of dolorous bells joined the screaming as their death knell.

The elves recovered and rushed at my house. One tried to kick the door in, another went for a window. I moved my flames to pin the one at the door and burn him while I cast magic missile at the one coming through the window. They screamed, they cursed me, and they died. Their arrogant pride wouldn’t permit them to flee from me. I almost admired them for that, if it wasn't driven by such disgusting prejudice. They hated me so much just for being born that they would rather die than admit defeat to a half-breed. When there was only one left, I cast ray of enfeeblement on him, sapping his strength until he collapsed. I dispelled the fog and stood over him as he was forced to kneel before me. He told me that they’d get me eventually. That it was only a matter of time. I looked him right in the eyes and replied, “Not if I kill you all first.”

I moved the flaming sphere on top of him and burned him alive. I stared into his eyes as they filled with horror and pain, until the light left them. I never looked away. I never blinked.

Post sample # 1
Post sample # 2

[jbear]

Shear Lucc Name: Shear Lucc Race: Halfling (Stout) Alignment: Lawful Evil (will ofc play co-operatively) Classes: Barbarian 5 (Bear Totem)/ Rogue (Soulknife) Appearance: Shear is a tiny ball of nervous muscle tightly restrained beneath an arrogant smirk of superiority. Faded blue tribal tattoos around his brown eyes disguise the crinkles that reveal the youthful-looking rogue is far older than he appears. Similarly, his carefully combed coiffure is died blue at the tips, making his otherwise silver hair seem by design rather than old age. Shear stands tall, back straight. His clothes are finely made and tailored-to-fit tartans that reflect his tribal origins, but modernised with the keen tastes of a cutting edge fashionista. Large gold hoop earrings etched in totemic runes adorn his ears and immaculate leather boots reach up below his knees. Despite being only four feet tall, Shear somehow looks down on those he speaks to unless you are one of the very few people who has earned his respect. Behind the obvious restraint in his posture, his words and his mannerisms, there is a spark of fire in the halfling's eyes, a glimmer of the wild beast buckled within him that should give a wise man pause and a prudent man cause to cross the street and be on their way rather than tangle with this particular halfling. Brief history: Shear grew up in a mountain valley where dwarves and halflings co-existed in a booming frontier village, Rukvee, renowned for its wicked liquors, its unmatchable axes, and its spectacular extreme sports. It was not a place for the delicate. Being the 7th son of the 7th son of one of Rukvee's most legendary Rukker players, Felix Lucc, Shear grew up tough. He fought for his food. He fought for attention. His hardest fight was to be himself. Smashing opponent's faces into the dirt while chasing an orc skull about the field was fun enough, and Shear could drink with the best of them, but to his father and his father's father's disappointment, Shear was cerebral. Shear had far too many questions about life and the world beyond Rukvee. He had ambitions far greater than seeing how many pints of Mama Fatima's Brew he could down before he would puke or how many teeth he could knock out in the inevitable evening brawl down at the local. And so, after robbing his family and loved ones blind, Shear left Rukvee for the big city where he swindled and blagged his way into the heart of the most feared crime sindicate in the country, Hell's Angels. Shear made enemies far and wide, swiftly gaining a reputation as an uncompromising, ruthless enforcer. He made enemies throughout the competing crime families. He made enemies throughout the thoroughly corrupt political system. He made enemies within the Hell's Angels organisation itself. Yet, Shear became a beloved patron of the taverns throughout the city, where he introduced a competitive drinking and brawling tournament loosely based on the rules of Rukker. Shear was happy for a time, but being used as the blunt tool of the Hell's Angels was limiting. Shear was too cerebral. One fateful day, Shear's orders brought him into direct conflict with 'the Guild', more specifically, their enigmatic leader, the Spider. It was the first time Shear found himself outplayed, outwitted and outmatched. Rotting in a Guild gaol was the first time Shear came face to face with the Spider. To Shear's surprise, not only was she as brilliant and devious as his defeat proved, but the Spider was stunning. Rather than gloat, the Spider proposed Shear turn his talents to more cerebral ventures that aligned with the Guild's interests. It was exactly what Shear Lucc had always been looking for - turning his ruthless, unflinching nerve, his penchant for violence, and his wily wits to manoeuvring and twisting amidst the tangled webs of the city. Shear began to hunt the criminals he had once served, becoming the Spider's most loyal operative. When the Red Claw hit the streets, it had an immediate effect on Mr Lucc's side hustle. Initially, Shear saw a boom in his interests on the tavern tournament circuit. But when a game night became a blood bath the business went bust. The Spider surely could not deny Shear's request to be one of the four chosen to get to the bottom of things. He had a personal vested interest that ensured he would go further than any other to get to the bottom of things. Unless she noticed him licking his lips. As restrained as Shear was, this type of tic was out of character for the dangerous rogue. He had tried to fight it, even going so far as to bite his tongue so hard it bled in an attempt to restrain the urge. But the thirst was so strong it unnerved Shear. The lip-licking continued. He'd been struggling with it ever since he had tasted the bloody Red Claw ... But that was a not detail he meant to share with anyone, especially not the Spider. It was another matter he meant to resolve as soon she got the nod from the boss and the gloves could come off. Post Link 1: Ulysses Echo, Halfling Barbarian/Druid - Outplay 2018 Post Link 2: Hannibal - Human Barbarian - Outplay 2017

 

Ability Scores - Rolled
HPs - Max 1st level + Rolled > Re-roll 1's

STR 16 > Ability Score Improvement lvl 5 (+2) = 18
DEX 12 + Racial Adjustment (Halfling +2) = 14
CON 11 + Racial Adjustment (Stout Halfling +1) = 12
INT 14
WIS 12
CHA 8

HPs Calculation: LevelxCON = +10 - Max Level 1 Barbarian +12 - Level 2-5 Barbarian: 6+8+11+6 = +31 - Level 1-5 Rogue: 6+5+5+6+4 = +26
Total: 10+12+31+26 = 79 hps

Starting Wealth: 500 + 175 + 20 + Background (Urban Bounty Hunter) +20 = 715 gp
Purchase:
- Breast Plate -400 gp
- Rapier -25 gp
- Shield -10 gp
- 2x Hand Axe -10 gp
- Explorer's Pack -10 gp
- Chalk x10 -1 sp
- Dice Set - 1 sp
- Playing Card Set - 5 sp
- Thieves' Tools -25 gp
- Bag of Ball Bearings -1 gp
- Bell -1 gp
- String -1 sp
- Healer's Kit -5 gp
- Perfume -5 gp
- 5 x Empty Vial -5 gp
- 4x Healing Potion -200 gp
Total Spent: 697 gp 8 sp
17 gold 2 silver left in cash

Free Uncommon Item: Tartan Robe of Useful Items

 

Standard Patches 2 x Daggers 2 x Bullseye lantern (filled and lit) 2 x Steel mirror 2 x 10-foot pole 2 x Hempen rope (50 feet, coiled) 2 x Sack

Randomly Determined Patches Random Dice Rolls Here = 11 Random Patches 4 = Bag of 100 gp 23 = 10 gems worth 100 gp each 32 = Wooden ladder (24 feet long) 36 = Wooden ladder (24 feet long) 39 = Wooden ladder (24 feet long) 39 = Wooden ladder (24 feet long) 55 = Pit (a cube 10 feet on a side), which you can place on the ground within 10 feet of you 74 = Rowboat (12 feet long) 80 = Spell scroll containing one spell of 1st to 3rd level 82 = Spell scroll containing one spell of 1st to 3rd level 97 = Portable ram

 

Shear Lucc Name: Shear Lucc   Halfling Barbarian/Rogue - Level 5/5 (Urban Bounty Hunter) HP: 79/79 | Temporary HP: --/-- Hit Die: 5D12 5D8 /5D12 5D8 AC: 14 (Breast Plate) + 2 (Dex Mod) + 2 (Shield) 18 | Init: +2 | Movement Speed: 45ft | Prof Bonus: +4 | Passive Perception (Wisdom): 15 | Passive Investigation (Intelligence): 20 STR 18 (+4) DEX 14 (+2) CON 12 (+1) INT 14 (+2) WIS 12 (+1) CHA 8 (-1) | Active Effects: None Saving Throws: Strength (+8), Dexterity (+2), Constitution (+5), Intelligence (+2), Wisdom (+1), Charisma (-1) Weapons/Attacks: Attack Roll: Melee/Ranged 1D20 + 8 Damage Roll: 1D6 + 4 Psychic Reach: Melee 5ft or Ranged 60ft Properties: finesse, thrownPsionic Blade | Attack Roll: Melee 1D20 + 5 Damage Roll: Melee/Ranged = 1D4 + 4 Damage Type: Psychic Range: Melee 5ft or Ranged 60ft Properties: Finesse, ThrownPsionic Weapon Bonus Attack | **8/8 Psionic Energy Dice Remaining** Special Feature These powers use a Psionic Energy dice: Psi-Bolstered Knack: if you fail an ability check using a proficient skill or tool, roll a Psionic Energy die and add it to the check: You expend the die only if the roll succeeds. Psychic Whispers: As an action, choose up to 4 creatures you can see and then roll a Psionic Energy die. For that number of hours, the chosen creatures can speak telepathically with you, and you can speak telepathically with them. - To send or receive a message (no action required), you and the other creature must be within 1 mile of each other and speak a language. - A creature can end the telepathic connection at any time (no action required). - You and the creature don't need to speak a common language to understand each other. The first time you use this power after each long rest, you don't expend the Psionic Energy die. All other times you use the power, you expend the die. Psionic Energy Dice (d8) | Damage Roll: +3D6 Description: 1/turn deal +3d6 damage to a creature hit with advantage on the attack roll using a finesse or a ranged weapon. You don’t need advantage if another enemy is within 5 feet of target and you don’t have disadvantage. Sneak Attack | **3/3 Rages Remaining** Damage: +2 dmg to melee attacks Description: Bonus Action; Advantage on Strength checks and saves; Gain resistance vs All damage except psychic. Cannot cast spells or concentrate while raging. Duration 1 minute or until KO; ends if you haven't attacked or taken damage at the end of your turn; may end as a bonus action Rage   Skill Name Ability Proficient? Expertise? Skill Mod Acrobatics Dex - - +2 Animal Handling Wis - - +1 Arcana Int - - +2 Athletics (Class) Str Yes - +8 Deception (Background) Cha Yes - +3 History Int - - +2 Insight Wis - - +1 Intimidation Cha - - -1 Investigation (Rogue Multiclass) Int Yes Yes +10 Medicine Wis - - +1 Nature Int - - +2 Perception (Class) Wis - - +5 Performance Cha - - -1 Persuasion Cha - - -1 Religion Int - - +2 Sleight of Hand Dex - - +2 Stealth (Background) Dex Yes - +6 Survival Wis - - +1 Tool: Thieves' Tools (Rogue Multiclass) DEX Yes Yes +10 Playing Set: Dice (Background) DEX Yes - +6 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -   Character Level Proficiency Bonus Class Class Specialization Class Level Features Specialisation Features 5 +4 Barbarian Totem Warrior 5 Unarmored Defense, Rage, Reckless Attack, Danger Sense, Ability Score Increase (STR), Extra Attack, Fast Movement Spirit Seeker, Totem Spirit (Bear), 5 -- Rogue Soul Knife 5 Expertise, Sneak Attack, Cunning Action, Ability Score Increase: Mobile Feat, Uncanny Dodge Psionic Power: Psionic Energy Dice; Psi Bolstered Knack, Psionic Whispers, Psionic Blades Features and Abilities: Common, Halfling, Thieves' CantLanguages | Simple Weapons, Martial WeaponsWeapon Proficiencies | Thieves' Tools, DiceTool Proficiencies | SmallSize | 35 Ft.Speed | When you roll a 1 on an attack, ability check, or save, reroll the die and use the new roll.Lucky | You have advantage on saving throws against being frightened.Brave | You can move through the space of any creature that is of a size larger than yours. Halfling Nimbleness | You have advantage on saving throws against poison, and you have resistance against poison damage.Stout Resilience | Gain Advantage on melee Whenever you enter a new city, you can draw on your web of contacts for information about the people, places, and factions there. Your contact might be a member of an assassin’s guild, a rough-and-tumble street urchin, an ex-bounty hunter, a high society gadfly with a taste for the seedy side of life, or anyone else with their finger on the pulse who might owe you a favor. Reckless Attack | Advantage on DEX saves if I can see danger Danger Sense | Attack twice with the Attack Action Extra Attack | Speed increased +10ft Fast Movement | Cast Beast Sense or Speak with Animals as a RitualSpirit Seeker | When Raging resist all damage except Psychic Totem Spirit: Bear | Investigation and Thieves Tools gain 2x Prof. BonusExpertise | Bonus Action: Dash, Disengage or Hide Cunning Action | Reaction: Take 1/2 damage from an attack you see Uncanny Dodge | Attack action manifests psyhic blade in free hand: Simple Melee Weapon (finesse, thrown, range 60ft) 1d6+mod psychic dmg If other hand is free: (bonus) attack as above but 1d4+mod psychic dmgPsionic Blade | +10 ft movement; Ignore Difficult terrain when Dashing; Do not provoke OAtks from creatures I have attacked on my turn Mobile feat   Movement taken: Action used: Bonus Action used: Interaction: Free Action: Reaction: Opportunity Attack: Status:

[Yoshimi]

Stew Name: Sthyrhocc (Stew) Race: Lizardfolk Class(es), and subclass(es): Bard, College of Creation (10) Appearance: He's a 7 foot-tall yellow-eyed, green-scaled person with a fanged snout, a long, powerful, tail, and an orange-yellow crest running from between his eyes to the back of his head. Most non-lizardfolk wouldn't look beyond those features. But any conspecific could pick him out easily from a crowd of other lizardfolk. For one thing, his sagittal crest displays parallel venation, which is more rare than a smooth crest. His chin protuberance is orange-mottled, rather than yellow or green. And his orbital ridges are scalloped rather than dentate. Lastly, his volatile cloacal pheromone (or "musk") carries a distinct acidic tang. All in all, a very desirable egg-sire, if someone like Stew ever finally settled down. Like many lizardfolk, he generally walks around unclothed, as his folk do not generate body heat that needs to be insulated, sport embarrassing appendages that need to be covered, or possess vulnerably soft skin that needs to be protected. However, he wears the occasional neck or waist adornment, for he has found such to be interpreted as status symbols amongst the peoples of many lands. History: Every few cycles of the sun, a hatchling Kekwala emerges who exhibits the creation spirit of the First Dragons. Dubbed "we'egrith", or "The Only", these special members of the tribe arise from rare single-egg clutches and are sent right away to be raised and trained by a tribe "ultro'xurwkar", which translates to "noise maker" but would be generally recognized as a bard. Sthyrhocc was one such fate-touched youngling, taught during his ten Formative Cycles to play the songs of life and death on drum and stringed instrument, and tutored in the magic of Creating. In his eleventh cycle, Sthyrhocc was sent on his Wandering, a rite of passage for all ultro'xurwkar of his tribe. His adventures eventually led him to the villages and towns of the hairless apefolk spoken of in his people's myths, whom he soon learned referred to themselves as humans and halflings. In his early wanderings, the hairless apefolk reacted toward him with prejudice and fear. That is, until a few open-minded young ones tasted his stew. For some it was a flavor experience, for others it was a culinary dare, and for most it was the amusement of a tongue-lashing from the touchy and blunt-mannered lizardman, whose popularity only seemed to grow with his cantankerousness. In local taverns, more and more stories revolved around his outbursts of "No stew for you!" and the outlandish songs he played when it wasn't peak mealtime. Sthyrhocc himself made sure to cultivate his persona, because as inscrutable as the apefolks' desire to be insulted was, he realized it would allow him to bring great riches back to his tribe one day. He even capitulated to his new nickname of "Stew", realizing that his Kekwala name was beyond his customers' clumsy ape tongues, and that by calling him something familiar they experienced a sense of bonding that made them more eager to spend their coin. Demand grew until he was able to invest in a cart that could be pushed from town to town, from which he could serve his crockpot concoctions. He even brought on an assistant, a jovial halfling named Joxter, who came up with the soon-to-be legendary motto of "Stew's Stews: It's In There." The two got themselves in and out of many trouble spots before at last coming to Knotside. Prosperity followed in that bustling port town, and one day a permanent tavern outside his home at the Adventurer's Guild, filled with the chattering of mostly younger patrons. And then came the Red Claw Troubles, and his once-bustling "Stew's Stews and Booze" stood largely empty. Something had to be done. A link or two to some posts you've made Sigur's head is turned at the start of her first big adventure. In which Henry Swap almost blows it with Alexis, the robotic personal assistant

[ElderOblex]

UZZA Name: Uzza Horndrinker Baltaz-Zürkh Race: Goliathfrom Monsters of the Multiverse* Class(es), and subclass(es): Artificer 10 (Battlesmith) Description: Like a boulder splattered with red paint, only the boulder was humanoid and the paint wasn't as glossy. Uzza stands over seven feet and five inches tall on his full height. He was thick of limb and even thicker of chest. His size and strength, though prodigious for humanoid standards, were hardly remarkable in his clan. His bald head and beardless face were even less remarkable, though those features seemed like they were chiseled from stone. Though he tends to wear crafted armor in battle, Uzza prefers walking around with only a warrior's skirt on - called a kham-gaalalt - since the cold never bothered him anywayLook, I just HAD to, don't judge me*. What set Uzza apart was his laughter. That of sudden thunder on a cloudless day, or a small avalanche rolling over some mountain goats. His voice boomed with a throaty scratch when he laughed, boomed with a different scratching-throat sound when he warred, and boomed and scratched differently still when he spoke normally. Uzza's markings also made him distinct from other Öndör Khömsög - Those Who Dwelt On The Snow-Peaks - since he had the mark of making. Uzza was Baltaz-Zürkh - One Who is Favored By Giants - and therein lay his true prowess. Uzza's alcohol tolerance levels were also greatly above average, but that didn't really affect his appearance... Except perhaps when he goes berserk upon exceeding his threshold and then bathes in the blood of his enemies.... Let's... let's just leave it at that. These days, he's tailed by his ever-faithful companion, Takhia. Uzza is very, very proud of her and considers this steel defender as his greatest invention yet. Brief history: To be updated, but the basic concept is that he's so driven by his passion for innovation that he is 200% sure Red Claw can be made into a viable beverage   "HMMMMMMMMMMM." Booze always made Uzza hum. It took him copious amounts to really feel its effects in his body, but for some reason drinking even only a little made him more attune to the Songs of his people. It was the same for many of the Öndör. He shifted in his stool to look back at the tiefling patron who had shared the news about Knotside. They were a few weeks away from that little town. Uzza had even forgotten its name since he only stayed there for a night; but he remembered the beer. "I DRINK THIS. RED CLAW, YES? MANY DAYS. IS GOOD. NOT LIKE THIS. THIS LIKE... RAINWATER." The dwarf barkeep grunted, giving him a dark look. Uzza's lip curled slightly, but generally ignored him. Why did these lowlanders get offended by truth? They had little honor; some of them had none at all. Staying in these air-choked plains for so long had not let Uzza understand why they were so different. They made him laugh though, so they weren't all that bad. Uzza scratched at the blood-red markings on his bare shoulder; similar markings, swirling and twisting, covered his entire body. He drank deeply from his tankard of ale. The tiefling expressed shock. How could Uzza survive that? Why wasn't he wild and crazy and murderous like the rumors suggested? Uzza laughed at her. She didn't know that beer had that exact effect on him if he drank enough, and it didn't need to be Red Claw specifically. The goliath knew this concoction was off though. Even now, he craved for it. Wanted more of its sweet, deep warmth... And that was already a few weeks ago. What kind of magic was in it? What kind of artifice was involved in its brewing? A plan started to form in his mind. "HMMMM... YES. I GO BACK. FIND RED CLAW SECRET." The goliath then stood, almost brushing the tavern's ceiling with his height. These claustrophobic buildings always made Uzza's height more remarkable than he really was. He brushed the lint and drops of ale on his warrior-skirt, then looked back at the tiefling who drank with him. Now she was looking at him like he was mad. He laughed at her again. His voice boomed across the room, making many of the other patrons jump. "YES! THIS GOOD IDEA! BEST!" It was a splendid idea, as far as Uzza was concerned. Perhaps if he found out where this strange beer came from, and discovered its secrets, he could improve upon it. Uzza was a crafter, after all; his skills were unrivaled in his clan. He could craft his better version of Red Claw, make a name for himself in the process. He would find a cure for those stupid lowlanders, become an even greater hero in their eyes. Perhaps then, he could go home without shame. "TAKHIA, DEESH! WE GO TO KNOTSIDE!" Uzza kept on booming laughter as he walked barefoot out the tavern and onto the cold night, a two-legged, metal monster-bird thing five feet tall walking beside him. Some links: How to make friends with your demigod ex Just another bloody room

 

Action block Turn Summary Move: Action: Bonus Action: Additional (object interact, reaction): Current effects/status: UZZA HP: 77/77 | Armor Class: 19/w/ shield21 | Saves: Str +1 ; Dex +3; Con +8; Int +10; Wis +4; Chr +1 Senses: Passive Perception 17 (+7); Passive investigation 15 (+5) | Move: 30' | Conditions: (None) Default melee: +9 to hit, 1d8+5 bludgeoningWarhammer (+extra attack) | Default ranged attack: +10 to hit, 150/600, 1d8+6 magical piercingLongbow Expendables:...Longbow infused. As a bonus action, shed light in 60' radius. As a reaction to being hit by an attack, expend one charge. Attacker must make a DC 18 CON save or be blinded until end of attacker's next turnRadiant Weapon: 4/4 LR | Gain fly speed equal to walk speed, up to 4 hours per day, divided as I like.Winged boots 4/4 hrs | When Uzza or another creature he can see within 30 feet of him makes an ability check or a saving throw, he can his your reaction to add his Intelligence modifier to the roll. Flash of Genius: 5/5 LR | hit a target with a magic weapon attack or steel defender hits a target, either: 1) The target takes an extra 2d6 force damage. 2) Choose one creature or object Uzza can see within 30 feet of the target. Healing energy flows into the chosen recipient, restoring 2d6 hit points to it.Arcane Jolt: 5/5 LR Passives:...Feat: 1) +1 WIS 2) Can cast Misty Step 1/1 LR and Bless 1/1 LRFey-Touched | With 10 minutes, I can turn my existing tools into any type of artisan tools.Right tool for the job | Armor is infused. +1 ACEnhanced defense | Have 8 infusions, may infuse up to 4 items at once. Longbow is radiant-infused. Armor is Enhanced Defense. 2 Replicate Magic Items attunedInfuse item Spells Slots: 4/4 1st level | 3/3 2nd level | 2/2 3rd level Takhia (Steel Defender): HP: 57/57 | AC: 15