[PF-1e] Eberron: The Forgotten Forge

[Ange]

Eeeexcellent. Hope we can shake some more people out of the woodwork to apply too. Though it is a busy time nowadays.

[Bushwhacked]

You still need a skill character eh? Give me a day or 2 the alchemist is catching my eye. I'll see what I can come up with for you.

 

Name: Juniper Tali'Itziar
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Race: Halfling (Khorvairan)
Alignment: Neutral Good
Class: Crypt Breaker Alchemist

 

Personality: Although Juniper may be pretty she has never really used this to her advantage, her self confidence amongst other people is nothing compared to how she feels exploring the darker more dangerous parts of the world. When trying to express a point she of stammers and stumbles over her words, speaks in a mumble and often backs down when confronted.

On top of her alchemical training she also inherited her fathers tendency to obsess occasionally to her detriment. One thing which she didn't get from her father were her obsessions of exploring forgotten dungeons. That comes instead from a longing she has somewhere deep down to find out as much as she can about the past.

History: Born in Sharn, Juniper never really knew her mother. Her father had always been pretty vague on the subject, but Juniper had learned, was that her mother contracted a progressive disease after her birth. She died when Juniper, their only child, was just over two years old. The money that was spent on treatments had all but ruined the family, so her father threw himself back into his work. He was an alchemist, mostly of the classic variety. He would sit in his lab day and night mixing his chemicals for tindertwigs and liquid ice, supplying a few low tier shops in Sharn with his regular deliveries. Working away the debts that had built up and in a way working away the pain of his wife's death meant that Juniper practically never saw her father outside of the lab.

A child left to her own mischief growing up in Sharn, especially on the lower levels could have been quite dangerous. She was often mistaken for a war-orphan or an urchin and had she not a warm bed to sleep in at night things may have turned out very different for her. Though as things stood she picked up the usual street skills without getting caught up in the gang wars going on down there. The lack of a mother in her life, perhaps effected her even more than she will ever realise. It was always her parents plan that her mother, whom was always the more social of the two should teach Juniper the societal paths of life. Things like Halfling traditions and hospitality, social graces and storytelling were never really passed along to the girl.

Her late teens were Juniper's making years. The war effort was in it's prime and by this time she had explored most of the reachable areas of the cogs. Her knowledge of the unseen level of Sharn was getting her guide jobs with the house Cannith technicians as a guide. The house unboubtably noticed her talents, not only as a guide but as an independant crafter and when a spot opened up on one of thier exploritory expeditions she was drafted. Juniper was whisked away, via airship, to the city of stormreach. Where she joined a team assembled to finding ancient warforged artifacts in order to accelerate Cannith's own research. She fortunatly both avoided being drafted by the Brellish military and a large portion of the war in this way.

Her return to Khorvaire, since the war was a tearful one. In her absence her father had come to truly realise how much he relied on her. She has since been turning down most job offers that remove her from home for more than a week. Instead she has been working again in her father's lab, making up for the years that she spent on another continent.










Recruited my house Cannith during the war to further Warforged development. Sent to Xen'dric as a dungeoneer to guide their Magewrights through dangerous, lost and buried locations.

[Kshnik]

Name: Ja'shaarat (Jash) Ghaal'kon of Dargunn
Race: Hobgoblin
Class: Ranger
Age: 18
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 218 lbs
Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Appearance Jash is a hands width above six feet with dark orange skin and dark brownish gray hair in ponytail fashion that hangs down to past his waist. He has a blue nose, pointy ears with multiple piercings, violet eyes and two yellow fangs protuding upwards. He wears colors of dark red, browns and orange. At the moment, he is using a large axe he recovered from his latest skirmish and during downtime he will be seen and heard playing his war drum.

History Jash, along with all other hobgoblins, were raised in a community setting thus did not have knowledge of which adults were their parents. Jash, upon reaching adulthood, capable of wielding a weapon with basic skills, became the 'property' of the military, which fell under the leadership of High Warlord Haruuc. Jash's phsyical attributes was such that it put him under the mentorage of an elite scout. The scout provided him with knowledge of various terrain, the patients need in a hunt, and the insight in how to stalk various oppenents(mainly humans); to learn their habits and weaknesses. After his training was completed Jash was assigned to various mercenarie bands until the treaty. After the treaty he was assigned to a small mercenary band known as the Ruddy Blades who services were hired in Breland.

Personality Jash is a different humanoid when in a one on one setting versus in a group setting. In a group setting, Jash has a defined personal space, percieves everyone as a threat, and tries to remain emotionless. If by accident Jash lets out an emotional response, such as a laugh or a growl, to any situation he gets very angry, which he internalizes, and will then verbally shutdown. In a one on one setting Jash will show mercy or compassion; normally seen as weakness in hobgoblin culture. He will be comfortable showing his emotion and has a hearty laugh. Jash views any physical conflict as one would view a religious experience and he will go out of his way to start one. He detest all elves but dark elves are on the top of his list.

other info Goals: Gain skill in battle Advancement and honor. Serve for High Warlord Haruuc of the Scarlet Blades. Potential allies: Spriggans Pixie (Jash would hate this but would be fun to roleplay) Potential enemies: Elves Hags Organization/group/nation friendly relations Breland - since they hire alot of goblin mercenary companies Organization/group/nation unfriendly relations The other hobgoblin clan - Dhalkaani - mainly the Kech

[GrimDarkOtter]

Name: Darius Dar Baden
Class: Fighter
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Religion: The Sovereign Host (Dol Arrah)
Age: 28
Region of Origin: Rekkenmark, Karrnath

 

Darius Dar Baden is the third son of the noble House Baden, one of the finest families in Rekkenmark. Patrons of the arts with extensive investments in property, their scions were raised in luxury and privilege. Even the Last War did not touch Darius in his early years, with the defenses of Rekkenmark deterring raids and sieges. When he came of age, as the third son Darius had few choices. His eldest brother was the natural air, the middle child gone to the Priests of Vol, leaving soldiering the expected result. Never one to disobey the wishes of his family, Darius dutifully enrolled in the Rekkenmark Academy after a nominal stint in the city garrison. Though he was not the strongest student or the best swordsman, he proved an able rider and a consummate strategist. In the instructional wargames run by the university, Darius was always the quickest to pick up on the rules and exploits. Though not the top of his class, Darius was highly placed and expected to go far.

Darius was given the rank of Lieutenant and sent south, to the Talenta Plains. Though the halfling natives had begun their underground movement of unification, much of the territory was still claimed by Karrnath and Cyre. In these wide open spaces, the shambling legions of undead that Karrnath relied on were useless. Any reasonably mounted force could run circles around a unit on foot, bleeding them the entire time. Darius saw the potential, and was soon given dispensation by his colonel to form a mounted raiding force, trained and equipped similar to the Valenar raiders to the south. He consulted with loyal halfling tribes and even made overtures to the plains elves, though the isolationist Valenar rebuffed him. By the Day of Mourning, Darius had a fit, streamlined unit at his disposal, veterans of many running battles.

On that fateful day, Darius and his riders were remarkably close to the event. Scouting Cyran settlements on the Talentan side of of the Cyre River, Darius saw the sky beyond the river burn with a pure white light, before a rushing gray fog obscured the border. Holding his position, Darius heard from his infiltrators of the horrors that could be found on the other side of the river. Approaching the militia officers and elders of the settlements, Darius offered them protection in return for fealty to Karrnath. Most refused, unable to fathom the great change that had occurred. Though forced to slaughter those who raised arms against him and his men, Darius otherwise left the settlements untouched. In time, many changed their minds as the impact of the Mourning began to take hold. Others fled, seeking sanctuary elsewhere. Darius's superiors were not entirely pleased with the need to protect these vulnerable settlements, so close to the mysterious Mournland. But when Valenar raiders came screaming around the eastern shores of Lake Cyre, the Cyrans stood their ground alongside the soldiers.

For the next several years, Darius defended what was now "his" territory, promoted to Captain and ordered to deal with this situation of his own making. Though poorly supplied by high command, somehow Darius kept the area relatively secure from Valenar elves and militant halfling tribes alike. When the Treaty of Thronehold was signed, Darius was discharged from the army, as Karrnath chose to emphasize its low-cost storage of undead legions over active units. Darius returned to Rekkenmark, where he gave a poorly-attended lecture series on the tactics and methods of the Talenta Plains. A few months later, he was invited to Sharn for a guest lecture, and found himself caught up in a most interesting adventure....

 

Darius is not the grim fellow that most people imagine Karrnathi to be. In fact he can be rather cheerful at most times, in a reserved and aristocratic sort of way. Unfortunately, his well-known bloodline has given him something of an air of superiority, that while useful as a commanding officer, can be grating to others. His calm demeanor portrays every incident as a mere inconvenience, and any obstacle can be overcome with sufficient planning, determination, and good family connections.

 

In terms of mechanics, I considered using the Roughrider archetype of Fighter, but I thought it might be better to diversify so his bonuses aren't so dependent on having a mount. Somewhat hard to take a horse into the sewers of Sharn, after all. But I might do it anyway, depending on what sort of adventures people might expect/like to see/get hinted at by the DM after the initial one.

Three Goals: Defend the honor of House Baden, defend the territorial claims of Karrnath to the south, and find some way to bring greater fortune or reputation to his family.
Allied Monsters: Halfling dinosaurs, Karrnathi undead
Enemy Monsters: Madborn, drow
Allied Nation: The Talenta
Enemy Nation: Valenar
Secret of The Setting: What caused the Day or Mourning? (an oldy but a goody)

Comments, questions and corrections welcome.

[TheKhan]

Okay, since we have eight applications and there are a few more who've said they're going to apply, I'll wait until the original deadline to make picks. Looks good everyone!

[ShadowcatX]

I take it for psionics you're using dream scarred press's psionics? If so are you using psionics expanded or only psionics unleashed? Also, are there any special favored class bonuses for the eberron races (specifically do the Kalashtar have the "naturally psionic" favored class option, allowing them to take a power point every level rather than a skill point or a hit point, beyond the power point they gain anyways)?

[TheKhan]

This is the first I've heard of Psionics Expanded, so right now, we'll go for Unleashed only. Yes Kalashter can use the naturally psionic trait.

[icon]

Interest and Placeholder, will work up something today. I too, like some other people have said, love both Eberron and Pathfinder. I also have never played the forgotten forge so would be an interesting thing to play.

[sammichweasel]

Oh fiddlesticks, now there's competition >.<

Nice to see more interest, through! I hope I get to bring my Luddite halfling and his dinosaur to the table!

[ShadowcatX]

I know the deadline's today but you said you're not going to choose for a couple days, right? So does that mean just any time today? If so, I'll try and get my application in sometime early afternoon.

[TheKhan]

As long as it's done tomorrow, yes.

[ShadowcatX]

Name: Urien d'Tharashk (Born into, but not marked.)
Race: Human
Class: Wilder
Birthplace: Shadow Marshes

Background / Personality:

Sitting in a tavern, that not terribly long ago saw better days as a barn, a muscular young man sits on a stool in the corner of the room, his long black hair and pale skin set him apart from the many farmers sitting around the tables. His bright blue eyes scan the room until finally a young farm hand walks over and introduces himself to the stranger and asks where he's from.

"So you want to know about me eh? Well since you're buying, you are buying, right? Of course you are. Well, since you're buying, I'll tell you. Born in the marsh I was, me mother was half-orc by blood, but my father, he was human. In love they were, still are to, unless, Flame Forbid, something has happened to them. Ya see, left home, I did. Wanted to see the world, and to find my limits, after all finding stuff's what me house is all about.

Course, it might've been a bad time ta go off wandering, that big war and all goin on. I figure there's many a better place to find oneself than on a battlefield, comforting battlefield widows, for example, so I stayed clear a that mess, well, clear as any person walkin the face o'Khorvaire could at least. Course, I comforted a few soldiers to, seems the armies were even takin women folk. It'd be wrong not ta give them any comforting they might be needin as well, ya know? 'Course, there was a few less than savory times there abouts to, but its better to remember the good times, and forget the bad ones, right? You know I'm right.

But no need to worry my boy, I'm not here to steal your women, though a few of 'em certainly are worth stealin, I'm just a passing through, heading off to my next adventure. "

Mechanical Information:
A student wilder, probably trying to gish it up a bit early on and moving over to manifesting more and more in later levels. Not planning on anything but wilder levels.

 

Monster Enemies:
Quori
Dragons
Abberations

Monster Allies:
Giants of Xen'drick
Dragons

Organizational Enemies:
Undying Court
Silver Flame

Organization Allies:
Path of Light
Karranth

Secret:
The darkness within the silver flame

Goals:
1) Attain personal power beyond measure and immortality
2) Have fun
3) Rule (a kingdom, a plane, something)

[Bushwhacked]

Name: Juniper Tali'Itziar
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Race: Halfling (Khorvairan)
Alignment: Neutral Good
Class: Crypt Breaker Alchemist

 

Personality: Although Juniper may be pretty she has never really used this to her advantage, her self confidence amongst other people is nothing compared to how she feels exploring the darker more dangerous parts of the world. When trying to express a point she of stammers and stumbles over her words, speaks in a mumble and often backs down when confronted.

On top of her alchemical training she also inherited her fathers tendency to obsess occasionally to her detriment. One thing which she didn't get from her father were her obsessions of exploring forgotten dungeons. That comes instead from a longing she has somewhere deep down to find out as much as she can about the past.

History: Born in Sharn, Juniper never really knew her mother. Her father had always been pretty vague on the subject, but Juniper had learned, was that her mother contracted a progressive disease after her birth. She died when Juniper, their only child, was just over two years old. The money that was spent on treatments had all but ruined the family, so her father threw himself back into his work. He was an alchemist, mostly of the classic variety. He would sit in his lab day and night mixing his chemicals for tindertwigs and liquid ice, supplying a few low tier shops in Sharn with his regular deliveries. Working away the debts that had built up and in a way working away the pain of his wife's death meant that Juniper practically never saw her father outside of the lab.

A child left to her own mischief growing up in Sharn, especially on the lower levels could have been quite dangerous. She was often mistaken for a war-orphan or an urchin and had she not a warm bed to sleep in at night things may have turned out very different for her. Though as things stood she picked up the usual street skills without getting caught up in the gang wars going on down there. The lack of a mother in her life, perhaps effected her even more than she will ever realise. It was always her parents plan that her mother, whom was always the more social of the two should teach Juniper the societal paths of life. Things like Halfling traditions and hospitality, social graces and storytelling were never really passed along to the girl.

Her late teens were Juniper's making years. The war effort was in it's prime and by this time she had explored most of the reachable areas of the cogs. Her knowledge of the unseen level of Sharn was getting her guide jobs with the house Cannith technicians as a guide. The house unboubtably noticed her talents, not only as a guide but as an independant crafter and when a spot opened up on one of thier exploritory expeditions she was drafted. Juniper was whisked away, via airship, to the city of stormreach. Where she joined a team assembled to finding ancient warforged artifacts in order to accelerate Cannith's own research. She fortunatly both avoided being drafted by the Brellish military and a large portion of the war in this way.

Her return to Khorvaire, since the war was a tearful one. In her absence her father had come to truly realise how much he relied on her. She has since been turning down most job offers that remove her from home for more than a week. Instead she has been working again in her father's lab, making up for the years that she spent on another continent.

[Gunslinger 19]

I don't know much about Eberron, but I love me some pathfinder.

Name: Evan Barcus
Age: 20
Race: Halfling
Class: Fighter, Archer Archetype

Bio:
Evan never had a father. He never had a mother, either. What Evan had was a brother: Brucie, the best big brother a boy could ever ask for.

He grew up by Brucie's feet - quite literally most of the time, for Brucie towered over the halfling boy. They had to stick together to survive the war, and they made a good team. Evan's sharp wit and cleverness, combined with Brucie's prowess in combat, was usually enough to get through anything.

Evan was envious towards the boy he called brother, though. He was tall, attractive, and most of all strong, and when he wielded a blade he danced like the wind. Evan, meanwhile, spent most of his time running and hiding. He begged Brucie to train him, to help him grow strong like Brucie, but the elder boy knew that Evan would never be able to match him in combat.

So instead, he trained Evan with the bow.

The bow made use of Evan's keen eye far better than a blade could have, and at the same time gave his arms exercise to grow stronger. He was often able to give his brother backup so that they could escape to safety. And by the end of the war, and by the time the boy grew into a young man, he became a warrior in his own right.

These days, Evan works as a bow for hire, sometimes on escort duty, sometimes as a night watchman. He tends to work late hours as a result.

Personality: Immature for his age, Evan is often the joker of the group. He has a soft spot for women, and tends to stutter around them. In combat, he hangs back, providing support and staying focused.

Appearance:
Evan is still quite young, and it shows in his appearance. He has short, wavy blond hair and hazel eyes, and his boyish face is already marked with one or two scars - one on his chin from a knife-fight, and one on his jawbone from a dying soldier's blade. Evan wears a chain shirt to protect himself should any enemy get too close. On his back is his trusty shortbow, which he has affectionately named Tamara, and a satchel of arrows accompanying it. In addition, he wears a small shortsword on his hip - almost a dagger by human standards. He hasn't named it... yet.

[TheKhan]

Early Christmas present time! The parry is:

Redemption, LG Warforged Cleric - IrishKatt
Breaker, N Warforged Fighter - aivanther
Nal'Tiilth the Unlucky, Halfling Witch - sammichweasel
Savrin Caldemore, CG Shifter Ranger - Ange
Darius Dar Baden, LN Human Fighter - GrimDarkOtter
Juniper Tali'ltizar, NG Halfling Alchemist - Bushwhacked

Our sub-forum is located at the following URL.

http://www.rpgcrossing.com/forumdisplay.php?f=9996

If you want to discuss your build with the other players, please do so in the OCC thread. Once your character sheets are ready, please post them (and only them) in the character sheets thread.

The first scene opens at night in Sharn with you traveling in a group, so we should also build a little background to say why the six of you are together on the night.

Thanks to everyone who applied, the characters were great! Have a happy holidays!