[D&D-5e] The Closing Calamity in the Crags

[Alemar]

Name: Isabella Mandrake
Race: V. Human
Class: Ranger (Hunter)
Appearance: Piercing green eyes hide behind bangs the color of bark, while the rest of her hair tumbles like a flowing river just past her slender shoulders, to rest midway down her back. Wearing a comfortable kit of soft leathers, she appears just as comfortable in the middle of a forest as she would in the middle of an arena.

-X-X-X-	Gladiator
Trait #1	Very few things can shake my optimistic attitude
Trait #2	I fall in and out of love easily, there's always someone to pursue
Ideal	I am a free spirit, NOBODY tells me what to do
Bond	Those that would fight beside me are ones I would lay down my life for
Flaw	It's not stealing if I need it more than someone else

 

Isabella originally hails from somewhere near the Sunset mountains. Though her general lack of knowledge when it comes to Geography means that this "home" could be pretty much anywhere from Triel, to the High Moors, or even Westgate. At a young age, Isabella found luck and natural affinity with the bow, and as such was guided by her father in the ways of hunting and tracking prey. As she got older, and desired more from the world, she found that these shooting skills transferred relatively well into competitions for prize purses. Learning that she could spend an afternoon doing what she loved, while earning enough to keep herself, and her family, in a comfortable fashion; Became her role in life, and the small amount of renown that came along with it had its nice perks as well. Seeing a posting at one such even, that there was a group to the North seeking out experienced persons for odd jobs, and decent pay; She has taken her skills in search of these new friends, new experiences, and the untold riches that could await her.

 

Her main goal would be to explore the world and make friends, perhaps even fall in love? And if she can make enough money to help back home once her adventures are over? Than that's all the better!

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[Drachenspirit]

This may be a bit late to say, but I thought adding "miscreants" to the description of the current characters might get apps leaning away from Lawful Good.
If you have a Lawful Good Alignment, you don't mesh with the rest of the team.
Current Alignments are CG, CG, LE, and CN. CE and LG alignments won't make the cut.
Sorry if this means you'll have to rewrite, and I'll change the advert to reflect this.

I would also like to see a character sheet.

[Noquarter19]

Originally Posted by Drachenspirit

I would also like to see a character sheet.

I'll try to get one up, but typically I only make up the sheet if I know I've been accepted.

[Grouchy]

Originally Posted by Drachenspirit

This may be a bit late to say, but I thought adding "miscreants" to the description of the current characters might get apps leaning away from Lawful Good.
If you have a Lawful Good Alignment, you don't mesh with the rest of the team.
Current Alignments are CG, CG, LE, and CN. CE and LG alignments won't make the cut.
Sorry if this means you'll have to rewrite, and I'll change the advert to reflect this.

I would also like to see a character sheet.

Easy change for Davlan to become CG.

Davlan Lightwillow now has a character sheet.

[Silent Rain]

Erlan Name: Erlan Race: Rabbitfolk Class: Ranger (Fey Wanderer) Alignment: CG Description & Personality.: Erlan looks like a four and a half foot tall rabbit that walks on two feet. Despite his strange appearance, he still dons armor and gear as normal and is more than likely to strike up a conversation in perfectly clear common. Although he can be naive about certain things, he contrasts this with an extensive knowledge of geography and the people and customs that live there. His travels, coupled with an outsider's perspective, have granted him a unique insight into the people that call this place their home. Unlike other rabbitfolk, Erlan has begun to grow a pair of horns on his head since he came to the Prime Material Plane. Although he cannot explain their existence, he assumes they are connected to his ever growing connection to the Feywild, despite his inability to find a way to return. Background: Far Traveler (Feywild) Two personality traits: I have my own ideas about what is and is not food, and I find the eating habits of those around me fascinating, confusing, or revolting. I’m driven by a wanderlust that led me away from home Ideal: I’m far from home, and everything is strange and wonderful! Bond: I’m fascinated by the beauty and wonder of this new land. Flaw: I consider the adherents of other gods to be deluded innocents at best, or ignorant fools at worst. Backstory: Erlan had been born and raised within the Feywild, among a community of other rabbitfolk. Generations had lived and died within the community, with few venturing far beyond its protection. Erlan however, was born with a curiosity that strayed well beyond what was considered appropriate. As a young kit, his parents were horrified when they discovered that he had been wandering well beyond the boarders of town. Despite their best efforts to put a stop to this embarrassing behavior, Erlan continued to venture further and further. It was the unknown that drove him onward. Not knowing what was over the next rise or around the next bend were questions that burned a hole in his mind. His wanderings occasional brought him into contact with other creatures of the Feywild that did not have the best of intentions, but Erlan learned to either avoid these or, on occasion, to fight when needed. It was during one such adventure that Erlan found himself in a strange part of the woods that he did not recognize, which was odd because he had been through that area many times before and knew it very well. As he continued onward, a strange sensation overcame him; he could actually feel the Feywild getting further away. His fate only became more evident when he came upon a small encampment of creatures not native to his home: humans. He recognized them instantly from the stories he had heard growing up. Some of these stories involved these humans somehow stumbling upon a portal into the Feywild. It had seemed that Erlan had done the same, though he had traveled to the Prime. He tried to recreate his steps, but no matter what he did, he could not find his way back home. What struck him as odd, was that he could still feel the Feywild, as though he were still connected to it somehow. It did not take him long to begin exploring this new world. Although it was similar in many ways to his home, it was also very different. After spending nearly five years in search of a way home, his efforts had been in vain. He had conceded the fact that he was likely stuck in the Prime and had endeavored to make the most of it, going on all new adventures and meeting new and interesting people along the way. His most recent escapades brought him to the city of Luskan. Why has your character decided to work with those out of Luskan: Erlan does not need much motivation to work with others that seem goodly folk that will likely also lead to some grand adventure, preferably bringing him to someplace he has not seen yet. What is your character's over-arching goal: Erlan's goal of finding a way back to the Feywild remains the same, though now that he has spent so much time in the Prime, he is really looking for a way to cross planes at will.

[Alemar]

Added Charsheet, I think Isabella is complete

[Maestrosity]

I've added a sheet to Shaudislak. He is now complete

[Drachenspirit]

@Everyone - I am considering picking up 1 or 2 for this game, and then 5 more that will run another adventure out of Luskan.
I'll decide over the weekend with all of the other games I'm in and running to see if it will tax me at all.

That said, if you want to be at the top of the consideration list, please note the advert thread and include everything asked for in your app.
Latest change was no LG, CE, or true Neutral Alignments will be considered.
Here's the list of things I'd like to see in your app at a minimum.

1. Name
2. Class
3. Race
4. Description of Appearance & picture if you have one
5. 5E background
6. Personality traits, ideal, bond, flaw
7. History/Backstory
8. Hometown/Origin in Faerun
9. Why has your character decided to work with those out of Luskan
10. What is your character's over-arching goal
11. Character Sheet

Deadline to stop taking apps is yet TBD, but will be no later than sometime next week.

[Jab Burrwalky]

This sounds interesting! But any party of miscreants needs a rogue...

Riardon Name: Riardon. Class: Rogue 3(thief) Race: Half Elf Description of Appearance: 5' 2", 140lbs, Mettalic, coppery hair, pearlescent light tan skin, blue eyes with gold flecks, slender and elfish looking, with a serious cast to his face. 5E background: Criminal Personality: Traits: The best way to get me to do something is to tell me I can't do it. I am always calm, no matter the situation. I never raise my voice or let my impulses control me. Ideal: Chains are meant to broken, as are those who would forge them. Bond: I will become the greatest Master of Thieves that ever lived. My network will cover the world. Flaw: Serious abandonment issues. I expect people to disappear or abscond at any moment. History/Backstory: Riardon is the son of a half-elf father and an elven mother. His mother Elusiara, being a moon elf, was fond of adventure and new experiences. She was also of a particularly cruel and seductive nature. Riardon's father, Auris, was a half-elf from Waterdeep who had long fantasized about his elven parentage and the life he'd been denied by being born to a human mother in a human city. When Elusiara showed up in town and invited him on adventures, he was all to quick to go along. The adventures started out harmless, but quickly turned criminal, with Auris always doing the dirty work. But he didn't mind. Elusiara's attention and affection was enough. Eventually, Auris's reputation was ruined and after a few near-misses with the Watch following a botched burglary of the Temple of Gond, he couldn't show his face in Waterdeep. But by this time Elusiara was pregnant with Riardon. They fled the city and lived in a camp in the woods with other outcasts and criminals they'd become acquainted with. They continued their life of crime until Riardon was about two years old. Then Elusiara vanished without a word, bored of her life with the half-elf and unwilling to be tied down to a half-elven child. She sought new adventure elsewhere. Auris, however, loved his son, and tried to provide, but petty crime was all he could do anymore. So Riardon grew up poor, and learned the ways of sneak thievery and petty crime. He learned how to keep the local Xanathar Guild happy and how to steer clear of Zhentarim affairs. But ot wasn't enough for him. He wanted a life of true freedom. One where people sought to keep HIS guild happy and steer clear of HIS affairs. There was no room to grow near Waterdeep. So he bid his father goodbye, and set out on his own. First he went souh to Baldur's Gate. He ran with a crew there for a while, learning new skills, and even managed to steal a Bag of Tricks from a wizard. But after a few years, he realized he couldn't get a guild off the ground there either. The Zhentarim and the Harpers had their fingers in everything already. So he went north. As far north as he could stand, almost to the frozen Spine of the World. There he found Luskan. And here he has decided, will be the heart of his clandestine empire to be. But first, he'll need money and knowledge, and power. And a crew. Hometown/Origin in Faerun: Bandit camp outside Waterdeep. Why has your character decided to work with those out of Luskan: He seeks to eventually build a criminal empire and has decided thst Luskan is a suitable place to start. What is your character's over-arching goal: To become the greatest thieves-guild master in Faerun. Character Sheet: Riordan's Sheet

[PalladiaMors]

It Isn't Thievery if It's Already Been Stolen Name: Zephyr Race: Air Genasi Class: Rogue (Thief) Background: Harper Agent Trait: I would rather solve a problem with stealth and diplomacy than violence. Trait: I've enjoyed fine food, drink, and company among the Harpers. Rough living grates on me. Ideal: Not all wrongs need be righted with a sword. But they still need to be righted. Bond: I was practically raised by the Harpers. I am bound to honor this debt by living up to their ideals. Flaw: I don't always think about the long-term consequences of my actions. Well, I rarely do.   Tall, lithe, and comely are three words that immediately come to mind when describing Zephyr. Of course given her unusual appearance, exotic and weird might come up as descriptors as well. Her skin is pale blue with some white markings in the pattern of the wind, pointed ears suggest an elven heritage, yet piercing blue eyes tend to draw attention even above those features. Her hair is white with bright blue streaks in it and tumbles freely down her back, seemingly wafting in the breeze even when the air is still. She is fairly tall with a slender build but has curves in the right places, a fact she isn't above accentuating if it's something she can take advantage of. She's surprisingly lightweight, or perhaps not so surprising to those who are aware of her elemental origins, and moves her flexible frame with all the grace of the wind. She dresses practically when on the job, but otherwise dresses to impress. When armed for battle she wears light leather armor and primarily wields a bow, though she keeps a pair of light blades at her side in case of emergency. She would much rather avoid a fight than start one.   Zephyr was born in Neverwinter to a half-elven bard and agent of the Harpers. She doesn't know who her father is, as her mother has never given her a straight answer about such. Sometimes he's a silver dragon in human form, sometimes a lost genie from Calimshan, or perhaps the spirit of the frozen winds itself. The story is always different, but ends with Zephyr's mother telling her that it doesn't truly matter. While Zephyr does have some curiosity, she has come to realize the truth in her mother's words - where she came from doesn't matter when compared to where she's going, and that like the wind, she should be ever moving forward, not looking back. With her mother away on Harper business so often Zephyr often found herself being raised by friends and contacts within the organization. This loose structure resulted in her being in trouble quite a bit, but these contacts and the time spent with her mother when she returned were enough to rein in the worst of it. She knew of her mother's involvement with the Harpers from an early age, and though she expressed a desire to know more, her mother tried to steer her away from such things. It didn't work, but she did try. When Zephyr was thirteen she was helping out at an inn owned and run by friends of her mother's when the inn was robbed by some drunken louts. They didn't take gold, or anything of value at all, really. All they took was a seemingly normal sword from over the mantle while no one was looking. What they didn't know was that the sword belonged to a good friend of the innkeeper's who had died during their adventurous youth together, and that the sword was the last keepsake he had of his fallen friend. The guard couldn't be bothered with such a petty theft, and though the innkeeper was fuming and about to take up his own sword and track down the thieves himself, Zephyr knew no good could come of such a thing. All the time she had spent in trouble had taught her a few things about sneaking around and not getting caught, so while the innkeeper argued with his wife, the genasi snuck out of the room she was staying in to find the thieves herself. It wasn't too difficult, they belonged to a gang of ruffians rather than any actual thieves' guild, and after arranging for a couple of distractions and waiting for a couple of them to fall asleep she was able to sneak into their hideout, take the sword, and be gone without any of them seeing. The sword was placed back on the mantle where it belonged and Zephyr snuck back into her room, leaving the people caring for her to wonder what had happened. It wouldn't be the first time she used her skills to recover stolen items though. Ever the enterprising one, Zephyr sought out an elven "treasure finder" she knew worked with the Harpers named Talia and asked her to teach her. Talia found the proposal, that of a thief who steals from thieves, intriguing. They certainly deserved it, and if such actions could help set the wrong things right, even if the law would technically disapprove, well that sort of thing was right up the Harpers' alley. Talia agreed to take Zephyr under her wing, though Zephyr's mother was not happy to learn that her associate had been training her daughter in the arts of thievery behind her back. Better such talents be directed in the proper direction, Talia argued, than let Zephyr learn all the wrong things from the wrong people. Zephyr's mother wasn't entirely convinced but couldn't deny the wisdom. Since then Zephyr has worked both alone and with small groups now and then in order to take back that which was taken. Not for free of course, there is a fee involved in the expert and discreet retrieval of such items, but the fee is lower than the value of the item. She takes care to only steal from those who deserve it, and not for those who do not, becoming a full-fledged member of the Harpers in their goals of combating the evils of the world through stealth and secrecy. Of course when liberating such stolen goods she isn't above "accentuating" her fee by laying claim to anything of value the thieves may have taken. That's only fair, after all. Recently however her actions in Neverwinter have drawn a bit too much heat from the thieves' guild and certain individuals in particular, prompting her to vacate the city and lie low in Luskan for a while. While she isn't quite interested in returning to form just yet, she still needs to make a living, and her skills are in high demand among the adventuring sort who frequent the area. Zephyr knows that her goals will likely require more than she can do alone in the future. It is her idea to find and recruit a team of like-minded people, each with a different skill set, who can take from the wicked and return to the good people who have been victimized by them. Perhaps each person could have a title, like the Puncher, Trick-talker, or Master-Smart-Guy. Well, maybe the titles could use a little work, but she has time to sort out those kind of details once she has the proper "leverage". She hasn't even found the people yet. But maybe she can get a start on that from the people in Luskan.

[Corwin]

Application Name: Erle Coaltimber Class: Wizard (School of Evocation) Race: Forest Gnome Description: Erle stands 3'1", weighs 45 pounds, and has brown hair, tan skin, and black eyes. He looks and dresses the way he thinks his potential customers will think a successful wizard should look, always carrying a staff, wearing clothes that are slightly more expensive than necessary under a hooded robe, keeping his mustache and beard long and pointy, and keeping his owl familiar on his shoulder as an advertisement. Personality: Traits: I've read every book in the world's great libraries - or I like to boast that I have. There's nothing I like more than a good mystery. Ideals: Knowledge - The path to power and self-improvement is through knowledge. Bonds: My life's work is a series of tomes related to a specific field of lore. Flaws: Most people scream and run when they see a demon, I stop and take notes on its anatomy. Backstory/History/Hometown/Origin: Erle Coaltimber was born in Underroot, a gnomish village in the northern Neverwinter Wood. His family made a fair living supplying the stoves and forges of Luskan with charcoal, and only a few years of learning the trade convinced him that he'd rather die than spend the next several hundred years tending charcoal kilns. With financial backing from his great-uncle, the black sheep of the family and the only gnome he knew who had ever made it out of Underroot, he traveled to Neverwinter and apprenticed in wizardry. The scholarly life suited him, with every new fact he learned making him more curious about the deeper nature of the world. Perhaps due to a life spent at the kilns, he also showed an instinctive talent for setting things on fire and causing explosions. The years of study flew by and soon enough he was evicted from the libraries by graduation and faced with the task of supporting himself. He returned to Luskan, close enough to his family to pop in for free meals but far enough away to not actually have to spend much time with them. His wizardly pursuits quickly turned out to be a very expensive habit, forcing him to turn to a life of adventure-for-hire.   Erle Coaltimber thought, at the end of yet another long, hot, and smoky day working his family's charcoal kilns (a day which came after twenty years of very similar days), that perhaps charcoal-burning was not the right job for him. The thought had crossed his mind many times before, but this time he was determined to do something about it. The next day, the young gnome was making his rounds of charcoal deliveries to the gnomeholes of Underroot when he passed a particularly grand home, with its finely carved and gilded door nestled between two roots of a great old oak. A tasteful sign near the door read "The Residence of the Most Reknowned Scholar, Doctor Allwissend, AA, CF, DrSci, NP, PhD", though Erle knew him better as Great-Uncle Crabbe Coaltimber. People of all varieties and ranks often came to consult with his great-uncle but no carriages stood nearby this day, so Erle took the chance and knocked on the door, which was quickly answered by his well-to-do relative. "Ah lad, yes, I'll take two bushels, just stack them in the laboratory if you would." Erle nearly turned back to the charcoal cart by force of habit, but he forced himself to pause. "Uncle, may I borrow a moment of your time? I've been thinking of finding another line of work, and I was wondering if it's difficult to become a scholar. It seems to have done well for you." "What? Hmm, your father will be most upset, but then, he's a quite dull fellow. No, no, it's quite easy really. Come in and we'll talk it over. Do fetch the charcoal first though." When he'd dumped two baskets of charcoal into a bin in the laboratory, he dusted himself off outside and found his uncle in the library. "So lad, for me, scholaring is all about presentation and reputation. Also reading books, if you're into that sort of thing, but I never found it needful to read very many." He waved a hand at the shelves lining the walls. "These are just for show, the marks love to see them. Likewise the laboratory, always goes over well to have something bubbling away in there. You see, most problems are quite simple and smart people can solve them by themselves, so smart people rarely consult scholars. Stupid people, on the other hand, aren't sure what to do, so they consult scholars quite often; but they can't understand the answers, so what they really want is to feel that they've been well-advised, which gives them the confidence to go on with whatever stupid thing they were going to do anyway. I assume it all works out in the end. So, if you'd like to become a scholar like me, just read a few books for flavor, noise it around that you're well-respected, and morons will lavish gold on you." Erle was more than disappointed; he'd thought there would be more to it than that and was about to say so when his uncle went on. "However, lad, I don't think my plan will work for you. You see, I am, not to put too fine a point on it, a charlatan. A confabulator. A liar, if you will, and you quite simply lack the knack so you will have to actually study and develop genuine skills. Not in Luskan either, I think. The scholars there are, mmm, troublesome. Too many students of the old Arcane Brotherhood, you see, they tend to be a bit malicious. Evil, like. Sometimes not precisely alive. Neverwinter, now, there's the place for a lad who wants to get away from the kilns." Why he's working in Luskan: As a relatively newly accredited wizard, he's constantly broke and willing to risk a lot for the prospect of income. Overarching Goal: To gain knowledge and satisfy his curiosity. In particular, he's interested in the ruins of old Illusk and the Host Tower of the Arcane, and remnants of the Arcane Brotherhood. Character Sheet: Erle Coaltimber (Rolls)

[Drachenspirit]

Deadline for new applications is 3/31 @ 10pm CST. I'll be reviewing applications that are up now and complete from now until then. Any new ones before the deadline, I'll review as they come in or after the deadline.
I'll most likely be taking 7 at a minimum - 2 for this game and 5 (maybe 6) for a new group to go out and do things for those in power in Luskan.

[Master of Monsters]

Trever is complete, or mostly so. I will still probably tweek, and I have a little housekeeping left to go on the sheet, but otherwise in serviceable condition.

[Saratek]

Monk App Name: Shin Jiang Class: Monk Race: Shou Human (Variant) Description of Appearance Thin for the region he now finds himself in, Jiang is of average height for a human male, albeit a little on the thin side, which isn't uncommon for his people. His bronze-hued complexion sets him apart from most, while his shortly cropped dark hair stands in stark contrast to his unnaturally pale eyes. Dressed in simple clothing and carrying a simple satchel, Jiang is almost found leaning against his trusty staff, as if he's constantly a little winded, even if those that know him know that's the furthest from the truth. When necessary, he wears a mask indicative of his order; one that strikes terror in those that cross him. Background: Urchin Personality Trait 1: Having grown to survive, Jiang always keeps a solid surface at his back so he can see any potential threats coming. Trait 2: Though not one to speak often, when he does, it is often in the bluntest way possible. Ideal: Freedom - Jiang believes that each man is responsible for governing themselves, and none shall be allowed to limit a person's choices. Bond: Jiang owes an unpayable debt to his Master, and will never forget it. Flaw: Jiang believes people get in life exactly what they are deserving of, whether that be fortune or misery. History   Besides being a bit aloof, Jiang was a rather happy child. He traveled with his merchant father far and wide, having left his mother and their home when he was old enough to be useful. Life on the road was never easy, nor was the man that was responsible for raising him, but he tried to enjoy what of it he could. That all changed on his third day in Waterdeep when his father told him he 'belonged' to this man that Jiang had never heard nor met before. The man he was traded to was an even more vile man than his father. Daily beatings were to be expected and only not shelled out when Jiang proved his use by being a skinny kid that could squeeze into tight places. A scavenger and thief by trade, Jiang's owner expected something to prove the boy's worth every day, and often gave little to nothing in return. Having to steal and forage through trash just to survive, it became easy for the young man to see only the value of an item as to how many days it would keep his stomach from being empty. One day he slipped into an old, small home that had been swallowed up in the shadows from the surrounding buildings around it. Having cased the place for several days, Jiang thought nothing of the stubborn old man that lived alone within it. Slipping in one day when the man was to market, Jiang thought he'd found a treasure that would fetch him quite a few coins from a broker; a golden box atop a small shrine. The urchin had nearly made it out of the house when he heard the only door open and the old man shuffle in. Charging towards him, Jiang was sure he could bowl over the man and escape. Just as he thought he would be slamming into the frail body, the young man instead found his face smashing into the floor. The end of the old man's walking staff was jabbed into the back of Jiang's neck, pinning him to the ground as the old man casually bent over and plucked the golden box from the thief's sack. With a heavy smash to the back of his skull, Jiang was sent running with nothing to show for his efforts. Worse yet, his stomach already ached for hunger, so when desperation came a couple of days later and he went to see the scavenger that owned him in search of food, he was instead given one of the worst beatings he'd ever suffered for his insolence. The sound of fists and kicks smacking flesh echoed out from that dark corner of the filthy alley. Jiang was sure he was going to die there. He didn't even notice the beating had stopped until he lowered his arms to see the old man he'd tried to rob kneeling over the scavenger with his palm pressed to the man's chest. Jiang had seen plenty of dead bodies in his short life, but there was a certain coldness to the sight of his abuser's corpse that caused goosebumps to spread all over his body in a wave. He'd immediately gone gaunt, as if dead for a week from starvation. The old man slowly stood and looked over to the young Jiang, giving the young man a look before waving for him to follow before turning to head back to his small, forgotten home. In the days and weeks to come, Jiang learned that life, all life, was governed by a powerful force referred to as Ki. It was in everything, from each person to the very pebbles that made up many of Waterdeep's roads. The act of being able to harness, manipulate, give, and take life as one sees fit was an act that took not only incredible skill but also incredible judgment. Being taught that life was not only precious but a gift that many squandered, Jiang intended to stay as long as he was welcome. The old man never asked him to leave. His training started out simple at first; learning how to move as one would to defend themselves. With his natural gifts, his body was already agile enough to perform the movements, but he had to learn how to harness his Ki to go beyond what a normal man could. Being taught how a simple wooden staff could just be deadly as the sharpest sword, how quick reflexes could be more effective than a guard's armor, Jiang was taught to fight in a way that was beyond the understanding and patience of most. Jiang's final lesson came on the day where his Master was left lethargic in his bed. Time was not a force that one could defeat, and death was something that came for all, no matter how long a man's Ki kept him moving. Taking Jiang's hand, his master placed it atop his chest, much like the old man had done years before to the scavenger. Being told to focus, the young monk was guided through drawing the very Ki out of the old Master. Instead of the strain that he'd seen on the faces of those that had met his Master's fury, the old man showed nothing but serenity, even smiling gently, as his last breath exited his lungs. Finally free of the stubborn old man, Waterdeep moved quickly to engulf the old home that had taken up valuable real estate for supposedly centuries. It happened so quickly that Jiang had only just gone to the market to find a crew of workmen dismantling the home when he returned. Choosing to fight against them at first, Jiang's actions quickly led him to a month's stay in a cell with numerous thieves, ruffians, and lawbreakers. Upon his release, it took him a week to track down where the 'junk' from his late Master's home has been scattered. Waterdeep held a certain darkness in it from then on in Jiang's mind. He'd never noticed the rancid smell of the massive city until now. He'd never realized how much he loathed it and its people until he no longer had a place in it he could feel at home. Collecting was little he had, he took the first boat out to the mainland and set about traveling aimlessly. It was a coinflip that led him to travel along the northern trade routes, providing 'security' for merchants, or taking from those same merchants when the need was there. Arriving in Neverwinter, he found that city, too, was not much better than the metropolis he'd already left in the darkest parts of his memory. Trouble had also followed him, causing him to have to continue traveling lest be swallowed up by those that recognized him as the kid that helped the scavenger swindle and betray so many. Arriving in Luskan, Jiang at times found it troubling how fitting the city was to who he'd come to believe himself to be. While Waterdeep had molded him into the man he was, Neverwinter had shown him that one cannot escape their past as easily as one wished. Charity was seen as a weakness, with strength and guile being the difference between living and dying. Even living as simply as the monk did, Jiang was never short of finding daggers pointed in his direction. Unlike the normal savages and murderers, the man grew his own brand of notoriety. It quickly became known in Luskan that if you tried to steal what little coin the monk had, he'd steal your own soul from your body, leaving you a husk on the ground he regarded with as little thought as most did. Hometown: Waterdeep by way of Kara-Tur Why has your character decided to work with those out of Luskan? What better place is there for one that believes wholeheartedly in the belief of Survival than Luskan? Jiang has been living in the city for a couple of years and has found it to be a place befitting one like him that expects those to be responsible for themselves. Still, he knows there is both a need for money and a need for clout amongst those that run the city, either from atop its throne or from within the shadows where the real decisions are made. The only way to fill one's belly is to do what work is available, and Jiang isn't bothered by doing whatever is necessary to make sure he wakes up the next morning and isn't under the boot of another. What is your character's overarching goal? Jiang is admittedly a little aimless. He doesn't have a desire to find purpose but knows that he must find a place within the world if he desires to survive it. Luskan provides opportunities, mostly a freedom, to act as one wishes without concern for what others might deem 'worthy' or 'honorable'. While greed may be sinful and lead to what most would consider illegal acts, Jiang understands that to steal, to kill is necessary for survival. With his survival being paramount, being a lone entity in a city like Luskan will not last him long, and so he wishes to find himself a place within its groups, specifically one that's to his liking and shares similar values. Character Sheet Rolls

[Drachenspirit]

Alright.
I'm starting my deep dive into apps.
Hope you make the cut.
I can say that as I have no idea whom I'm choosing. I'm of the mindset in choosing players in that I clear my mind, thinking about the feel of the adventure, where the group is operating out of, some type of team cohesion, and dive in looking for well thought out characters that speak to me of creativity, originality, connection to Forgotten Realms, and a bit of depth.
If you read this, and want to add anything else to your app, reply saying as much when you've made any changes, and I'll go back in and look again if I've already looked over yours once.
Yes, still taking Apps through tomorrow 10 pm CST.