[D&D-4e] The New World

[Robvdhjr]

I have some DnD 4e experience. I am new to the PbP format.
I have come up with another idea for a character. A Goliath Barbarian who spent time as a gladiator.


Name: Vimak "The Incredible Hulk"
Race/Class: Goliath Barbarian
Role: Striker/Defender
Alignment: Neutral
Deity: Kord

Appearance: Vimak towers over most people, being almost 8 feet tall, and he is very muscularly built. He has grey skin. He has no hair, on his head or face. He usually wears his gladiatorial armor that is in disrepair. He has adorned his armor with small patches representing his victories in the arena. He always carries his family axe. He guards his axe with his life and yells at and may attack anyone who touches and/or grabs his axe.

Personality: Vimak has an aggressive nature, preferring to fight rather than talk. He has a temper which he usually keeps controlled, unless he is on the battlefield or his axe is taken or messed with. He finds himself most comfortable in a battle. When speaking, Vimak speaks his mind and can be very blunt. Most of his life he has intimidated people to get what he wants and/or needs. Vimak enjoys speaking about himself in the third person, refering to himself as either Vimak or Hulk.

Background: Upon reaching the age of an adult, Vimak decided to venture to the bottom of the mountain that he had lived on. When he reached the bottom of the mountain he heard what sounded like noises from battle coming from a nearby settlement. As he ventured into the settlement to find the source of the battle sounds, he noticed that the people within the settlement move out of his way and some ran into buildings to hide from him. Investigating the settlement he found where the noises were coming from, a small arena pit. Enjoying the spectacle of the arena, he requested from one of the people around the pit on how to participate in the battles. Soon he found himself within the pit facing an opponent. Vimak defeated this opponent and began a career of being an arena gladiator moving from arena to arena. He never lost a battle, and soon became known as one of the greatest gladiators of history. During his time as a gladiator he took the arena name of "The Incredible Hulk." When not fighting in the arena he hired himself out as a sell-sword.
Recently Vimak became bored of the opponents he was getting from the arena and left for the new land of Medrona in search of new opponents to fight. On the boat to the new land, Vimak heard that a baron was searching for people to find an ancient artifact. He also heard legends of artifacts from the new land and how they were guarded by powerful guardians. Wanting to test his might against these ancient and powerful guardians, Vimak decided to find this baron and join the search for the artifact and it’s guardians.

Possible Character Connections: was hired by some of the noble PC as a body guard or other position when not in the arena.

Character Sheet: http://www.rpgcrossing.com/profiler/view.php?id=31491

 

Name: Erik (adopted name)
Race: Changling
Class: Storm Sorcerer
Alignment: Unaligned
Deity: None
Appearance: Erik was abandoned as a baby. At a young age he disguised himself as a human, looking like his adopted family. In his human disguise, he has fair skin and long brown hair. He stands just short of 6 feet. He rarely removes the disguise to revel his true self. When he is not disguised, he has white skin and white hair.
Personality: Erik thinks of himself as human, and sees his disguise as his true form. He sees his true appearance as some form of his magic. Growing up in mage guild he learned to use his charisma to get what he wanted. He is very comfortable as a diplomat or ambassador. He always is looking for more arcane books or information to increase his powers.
Background: Erik was abandoned as a baby. At a young age he disguised himself as a human, looking like his adopted family. He subconsciously created his disguise, and at the young age he created the disguise, he forgot that he had created the disguise. His adopted family did not tell him of his other appearance so that he could live a normal life. Soon after he begain to show skill in magic and was sent to train in the the local mage guild. While training he learned how to control his ability to disguise himself and believed it was a form of magic. He is searching for a chance to search for more arcane knowledge.

Character Sheet: http://www.rpgcrossing.com/profil...w.php?id=31514

[Gulielmos]

3 pages of good apps to read through and thoughts on having a two character app. By which I mean a npc that is basiclly the first character's shadow.

[jbear]

Details Name: Jonathan Tarot Race: Human Class: Mage (Enchantment and Illusion) Role: Controller Alignment: Unaligned (leans towards good, but when the chips are down does what he needs to do to survive) Deity: Hates the gods (where were they when he needed them)

Appearance and Personality   Jonathan has a well practised smile. It used to be a genuine match to the mischievous gleam in his eye. But now it is lined with a hardness that disguises regret. Trouble has been a constant companion throughout Jonathan's thirty odd years, and was once upon a time a welcome companion at that. At least until Jonathan was forced to stare into the bloody face of the consequences of his own frivolity and something inside him broke. Just as he flees his old companion, Trouble, Jonathan wants to leave behind that part of himself that attracts it to him. But ... his addiction to magic keeps pulling him back in.

Background Jonathan was once an apprentice mage of promising talent, a talent he preferred to squander. He preferred instead to flaunt and misuse the small talents he had mastered chasing skirts. A pastime that went hand in hand with his expensive habit of drowning his brain in exotic liquors and smoke. The study of the arcane was hard work, with, as far as Jonathan was concerned, very little reward. The pleasures of the flesh were far more appealing. So he gave up his studies and become lost in a hazy world of self serving hedonism. It was not until his money supply ran dry that he awoke from his self inflicted daze, crawling back home only to find blood stains, ash and a charred corpse dangling from the tree he used to swing upon when he was a young boy. At that moment, as Jonathan broke standing before the ruins of his past, his mind came awake once more. It did not take him long to put the pieces together. Jonathan's master, Rurot Breulot a mean and spiteful man, had continued to charge his father for Jonathan's tuition, forging letters in Jonathan's hand to have him believe his son continued with his studies. When his father discovered the ruse, he went immediately to confront Rurot. He dragged him into the streets and beat him senseless in front of a crowd of people. A shaming that Rurot would never forgive nor forget. A game of torment begun which lasted years, and went as far as any game could. Torture and murder. Rurot in the mean time had became an influential figure and faithful servant of the Empire. Jonathan did not care. He took bloody revenge on the man, stealing into his house in the dead of night and ending his life in a manner that does not bear repeating. Then he fled. He fled the Old World following the promise of the New, found on a scrap of parchment in a way side in far from the city. He left the world he knew with nothing more than his bloody dagger, his dusty and disused spell book, an apprentice orb, half a loaf of bread and a slice of cheese. The New World was made for Jonathan. He could reinvent himself here, become the person he had always meant to be, the person his father had wanted him to be. He swore off drink and smoke and began his studies of the arcane once more, though his mind was no longer quite as sharp as it used to be. But Jonathan had a charm that opened doors. In Olid his popularity is on the rise and he now has friends who are friends of the Baron. Jonathan's former addictions have been replaced with an addiction to magic, so when he heard mention that the Baron was gathering a group to go in search of a powerful artefact, Jonathan's efforts to find his way into that group became relentless. And those efforts may have just paid off. Jonathan has no love for the Empire, their gods or their leaders. But being a practical man, he can see the advantages of staying on their good side, though he is especially careful to never be related to the violent death of one of their beloved back in the Old World.

 

Potential Connections to Other Characters Added: I haven't made connections to the savage and wild natives of the New World. I don't think we've met yet. Jonathan is certainly intrigued by them but also somewhat fearful. Rhett: Jonathan has heard speak of the Oathbreaker in his dealings with several mercenary bands. As he is always on the look out to befriend those who might play well the part of bodyguard, Jonathan never forgets a name. Yang: Jonathan once sat under the same tree as Yang in complete silence. Jonathan was having the urge to hit the taverns again. Sitting next to the monk made him feel surprisingly serene. Isaac Bren: If you want to know someone, Isaac is a good man to know. This is the kind of friend Jonathan is looking for. Daniel Hoffman: tried to pick pocket jonathan at the docks when he was fresh off the boat. He got a magic missile in the face for his trouble Canris: Has tried to evangelise Jonathan on several occaisions. Jonathan has told him where he can shove his gods as many times. Ragnar Snow: See Yang Hadrim Kordhammer: having witnessed the destruction of the stone and being dragged off to sign a contract, Jonathan tried to explain that he was a new to Port Calia andseeking work himself. After turning down a drink, which was met with much diapproval they parted company. Erethil: Hired as a guide to take Jonathan to a shifter shaman renowned for purging evil spirits and ill luck from the body Oloros: his reputation preceeds him. jonathan has gone out of his way to cross this man's path and offer his services should he be needed. Patrin Peaceblade: Shared a boat to the New World. jonathan did not make such a good impression. He sspent most of the trip vomittin his guts out. Kildrak: Bumped into him on the street, Jonathan knocked to the ground. Kildrak told him that he was going to rip out his gizzard and use it to strangle him to death. Jonathan went pale, got to his feet and apologised for being bumped into and knocked to the ground. Roma: Jonathan almost died on the spot when a stranger in a new land whispered Rurots name in his ear. He has understood the threat and is very fearful of what it might mean. That was the last time he went to that part of town. Morrigan the Blade: Drunk together one night in a momentary lapse on Jonathan's part. He was challenged by her obvious immunity from his charm. The details are fuzzy, but he woke up the next morning with a black eye. Aukan: Shared a boat ride to the New World. When Jonathan wasn't vomitting he spent time with the huge man. For some reason he made the emotions raging inside feel ... smaller. Davtlin: Jonathan has been in to check out the family's wares. He has charmed several of Davtlin's relations in the hope of receiving a hefty discount on magic items once he begins to build up his fortune. Lirianna: Jonathan was drawn to this magical beauty like a moth toa flame. She was magic incarnate, walking fire. And she was smart! Possibly smarter than him! Crush...

RP Sample: "Jonathan!" cried Larissa in a harsh but hushed voice as she scooped up her blouse and clutched it to her naked breast. "How ... What are you ... Why ... Damn it Jonathan, my husband is downstairs! If he hears you and comes in and finds you here, he's going to think ..." "Larissa, my pet! What lovely breasts you have, I never would have guessed ..." "Jonathan!" "Forgive me, I was distracted, and who wouldn't be, what wonders ..." "Jonathan!!" The last plea is accompanied by a sharp kick to the shin. "Ah! ... Yes, I digress ... again, forgive me. I need to ask you for that favour you owe me, Larissa." Larissa's frown is deep, obviously unhappy at the mention of favour owed. She crosses her arms and scowls, forgetting her vulnerable state. "Please, pet. Cover yourself up or your husband will truly have need of redress with me. I am but a man." "What is it you need?" "The Ball, pet. Tomorrow night ... I need you to have your husband invite me to the Ball ..." "Why you have a bloody cheek coming in here Jonathan Tarot and asking ..." Larissa's voice raises too loud. Footsteps are heard approaching down the hallway. "And I need him to introduce me to the Baron." The look of disbelief on the woman's face is priceless. "And how am I supposed to ..." There is a knock at the door. "Lady Feychild ... is everything alright in there?" Lady Fey turns to respond to her maidservant: "Yes, Nanny, everything is fine. I will be down for dinner in a moment." When she turns back to Jonathan she finds nothing except the sealed letter in her hand scribed neatly with a name: "Lord Feychild"

[Gulielmos]

Name: Eberek Ugnant and Rhogar Ugnant

Age:50

Race: Human/Dragonborn

Class: Artificer/Warlord

Role:Leader

Alignment: CE or CN by 3.5e

Diety: Himself/ Eberek

Appearance: Eberek is a strange human because he has a dwarvish name and he resembles a very large dwarf. His years in the Old World have caused him to be built like a heavy-duty siege weapon. He stands at 7' tall with the the most impressive set of shoulders seen in either world. He has no hair to speak of but he looks like a walking piece of art as his body is covered entirely in flashy and shifting sigils. Very little is said by Eberek so we enter his mouth and general barrier from the world named Rhogar.

Rhogar stands at nearly eight feet tall or taller but no one has ever bothered to find out. He just about dwarves everything around him because he is a moving fortress that does his best to charm or scare his way through all events. Life has made him quick-witted but also very blunt. He doesn't spare time for idle chat unless he needs information. Worship only barely hits the surface of his devotion to Eberek.

Personailty: They are both straight forward and blunt though Eberek only talks if he needs to. It's not because he hates people but he has become so obessed with his tinkering that he forgets people exist. In his mind he is the only creator and god so he has declared himself a god and worships himself.

Background: Eberek is the oldest of ten brothers but after the next child was born he was forgotten and by child six he was being shipped off to make room. He was sent to unversity once his family realized he had a gift for alchemy and artifice. Gift is the only way to describe the way this small child was able to make things work. He was considered to be a prodigy so advanced that people flocked to see his talks and thoughts on technology from all over the Old World. Half of the time, he was so far gone that his talks were mere ramblings at walls because his mind had reached a state where he was so intelligent that he was really insane. To fend off the questions and inquires, his family invested in finding him a suitable assisstant that would be just scary enough to keep people at bay. Enter Rhogar.

As the years dragged on, Eberek soon began to see visions of a new world where strange half-men roamed free. This world would consume him for the next thirty years as the New World was found and slowly explored. He can't shake images of various faces ranging from strange humans to dragonborn to even one of these "shifters" standing beside him as he seeks to remake the New World into his own world.

Possible tie-ins: Anyone with nobility may have heard of him and any fighters or mercs may have heard of Rhogar because he is nearly legendary for being what some claim to be a dragonmarked dragonborn. I will sort through all the apps and better put together the tie-ins later.

[dpbj602]

I think it would make more sense to figure out tie-ins once everyone is accepted...Im looking at all these other strikers :-p

[sammichweasel]

Roma, Storyteller of the Folk

 

Before time and reality took hold, the gods had nothing to entertain them but each other. They wove tales of things like them, but not quite, painting pictures of lesser beings with traits of the gods themselves. Moradin became the dwarves, his stubbornness and stoicism mocked by the short, wide, bearded fellows. Corellon became the elves, his dancing and mysticism translating to the long-lived fey. The stories drew out a new realm, creating something from the dreams and tales of these divine creatures. The words themselves, however, also began to take on life; the very feel and concept of the story started to take physical form. Truth, legend, and a primordial essence became its own people. The Folk were born.

In the beginning, when the young races of the gods were coming into their own, the deities had more time for their own concerns. Pantheons danced the subtle dance of politics, war, love, and hate, their epic conflicts stretching across the centuries of dwarves, elves, humans, and the rest clawing through the dirt. Strange bedfellows are made in such times, temporary and bizarre allegiances that the modern world would balk at understanding. One such occasion, a meeting of Mielikki and Asmodeus, found a conclusion that none expected. From the mingling of their essences, a new people were born, a people who knew the truth of nature and the lies of Chaos. The Folk were born.

The worlds were shaped and populated, the peoples we all know birthed of the raw stuff of creation as the gods fought the primordials for dominance. Vecna, seeing a chance to secure his position, sought out the secrets of both sides, discovering things that could lead to the downfall of either side. A brief, unprecedented temporary truce led to the capture of the god of secrets, and he was forced to give up his knowledge, to free it from his knowing. These secrets fled of their own accord, reaching the material world, and took form. The Folk were born.

All of these stories are true. All of these stories are lies.

The folk hold both of these statements on their tongue at the same time, with no hint of confusion. There are three things you can Know - that which you are, that which you observe, and that which you are told. The only two you can actively effect for yourself are the first two, and the only you can effect for others is what they are told.

At least, if you are not thinking as one of the Folk.

Dance, song, story, fortune telling - these are the Folk's specialty. These are things that can alter how others see the world, and even, if you are good enough, themselves. The Folk keep to themselves, with a VERY tight-knit community, and paint a picture of themselves for others to see. They are seen as grifters, shifty homeless, liars, seers, entertainers - the confusion is what they thrive upon. They might tell you one thing, and then turn around and tel another person the complete opposite. What is unique is that they are not true liars - while they speak from both sides of their mouth, they make it a habit to believe everything they say, themselves. Traveling in caravans of brightly painted wagons, every moment is spent showing the locals what they want to see.

The history and perception of the Folk tend to cause problems in areas where a more civilized, structured, and law-abiding populace has taken hold. They had long tried to stay out of the most populated areas of the Empire, but their nomadic life and tendency to avoid toll roads eventually put some of them in direct contention with the Empire.

 

This particular conflict was a bit convoluted, a mishmash of zoning laws, cultural clashes, and local spontaneous uprising, but the end result was simple - the Folk of the Emberbriar family were scattered to the four winds.

This was Roma's family.

A member of the Folk left to their own devices, without their family, is a sad sight. They become shiftless, lacking a home or companionship, and unless they find something to fill this void, they can lose their way and become nothing more than petty criminals.

Roma was headed this way, looking to simple theft, until he stowed away on a ship, not realizing its destination was actually the New World. He was discovered quickly, and pressed into service as a general deckhand. His natural aptitude for storytelling endeared him to the crew, and by the time they arrived in Port Calia he felt he had established a new family. Unfortunately, it was quickly discovered by the Port Authority that the ship was smuggling in black market recreational "substances" for the new wealthy upper class that was forming, and if not for some quick thinking, smooth talking, and careful timing, Roma would have been caught up in the proceeding sweep. He fled the city, heading south, feeling as out of place as ever, and found himself making his way down the coast to Olid. Odd jobs and firelight performances kept him fed, but he felt more and more lost. In a final moment of desperation, he answered a call to explore the New World looking for some artifact.

 

Roma holds to the teachings and history of his people, holding truth and lie as nothing more than perception. He does what is necessary to entertain, and to get by. He has become more desperate than most of the Folk, doing what he can to survive instead of trying to shade reality, and this is something he strives to return to. He has maintained his joviality and quick wit, but these have become tempered with a subtle sense of need. What he truly desires is to once more find a family to call his own, a group to bind with and tell tales to.

Despite his recent ill fortune, Roma continues to be his charming, personable self. His tongue can cut, but usually only in a playful manner. He owes no allegiance to the Empire, but does find the civility to provide more opportunity than other... options right now.

 

Race :: Tiefling, crafted as a gypsy-like family-oriented race of their own. I pulled inspiration from the gypsy folk that were oppressed during the Inquisition, as well as a few more modern recreations of the concept. Depending on the DM's concerns, I'll either be building off the Vistani Heritage feats (reflavored to the Folk) or simply building a Jack-of-All-Trades style character, representing broad knowledge for the sake of making stuff up.

Class :: Several options, depending on what is deemed necessary for the group. Skald is an obvious and potent choice, weaving together storytelling, combat, and lots of skill bonuses. A hexblade becomes a scion of his people, representing a mix of the classic gypsy curse and the flourish of the performer. A Witch brings in some of the mysticism associated with the gypsies. All would fit, and be fun.

Theme :: Yakuza reflavored to a close-knit family seems appropriate. A Seer (false or not, sometimes prophecy creates itself) is definitely within the realm of gypsy flare. Otherwise, he's certainly an Outlaw at this point.

Role :: Tied to whatever class ends up being most appropriate for the group.

Deity :: None specific, although the Folk pay respect to all of the gods.

Appearance :: A dapper fellow, wearing the latest in fashion ( as far as he can afford it), only the traditional headscarf wrapped about his short, swept horns paying any homage to his heritage. He is quick with a smile, and even faster with a handshake.

 

All of these can, of course, be expanded or tweaked as necessary.

Rhett, "Oathbreaker" :: Roma has no place knowing this man. In his travels, he has heard of the young scion, but has not met him. The servant of the Empire's reputation precedes him.

Yang :: In his wanderings down the coast, Roma may have met this young monk as the half-elf set out to defeat some uncooperative beasty or another.

Isaac Bren :: The spoiled young Lord cortainly calls for entertainment; what could be more entertaining than the novelty of a member of the Folk coming to his home for a private storytelling?

Daniel the were-rat :: Roma snuck on board the same ship that brought Daniel to the New World; they spent enough time on the same ship to get to know each other.

Varrec :: the satyr's time in Olid has led to Roma being mistaken for the bard, their similarity in appearance apparently skewing early perceptions. They haven't met, but he has been accused of a number of exploits he doesn't remember.

Cinna :: Having faked his way into a position as an "authority on local culture", Roma was hired to help the young psion understand those she sought to aid.

Canris :: Sneaking onto one of the paladin's expeditions wasn't easy, but Roma is a decent enough cook to keep up the ruse for now.

Jet :: Not exactly on the up and up with the people of the Empire at the best of times himself, Roma stepped in to aid the proud warrior when a spontaneous mod had threatened his safety. A few quick words dispersed the crowd, and the two began discussing their experiences.

Ragnar Snow :: Roma saw potential with this stoic monk, and spent a while trying to convince him to perform as a novelty "native" act. Discussions have not gone overly well.

Hadrim Kordhammer :: The brash dwarf was immediately entertaining to Roma, and he weaseled his way onto the company traveling south that had hired her. He doesn't bother her too much, mostly watching and laughing behind her back.

Erethil :: Portraying himself as a noble (not an easy feat when you have the horns of the Folk), Roma talked his way out of a village after swindling more coins than he should have in a confidence bait-n-switch. He "hired" the ranger to get him through the woods, but conveniently forgot to mention that he didn't actually have enough to pay the man.

Oloros Shieldheart :: Finding the missionary looking for assistants, Roma quickly worked up a background as a clerk and quartermaster with a firm devotion to Erathis. He hasn't quite revealed the truth of the situation, finding Oloros' opinions and pronouncements great fodder for future tales.

Emmett :: Briefly presenting himself as a researcher attempting to document the "culture and history" of the shifters, Emmett recognized Roma as the Folk he is, and confronted him. He had actually been dutifully writing out his observations, so he has managed to maintain the ruse... for now.

Kildrak :: Roma somehow swung having the man released into his custody, having provided the documents necessary to proclaim him the equivalent of a probation officer. In reality, the tiefling was just looking for some muscle to keep the heat off him from a real estate scam gone bad.

Rahne :: The two haven't officially met, but in working temporarily as a scribe for Paralax, Roma has been carefully copying all of the correspondence between the two for his own future use.

Tamos :: The seeker immediately saw through whatever tale Roma had crafted, but didn't make any immediate threat. The two established a slightly uneasy truce, Roma finding it necessary to be uncharacteristically honest around the shifter, and now he serves as a sort of liaison, keeping an eye on those Tamos can't.

Vimak :: Hearing of a gladiator crossing to the New World, Roma quickly set himself up as the goliath's promoter (without telling the goliath). He has found it difficult to recruit opponents, but that doesn't keep him from trying to work this new angle.

Jonathan Tarot :: The Folk are privy to many things others would prefer to keep in the shadows, finding secrets seemingly burried deeper than the King That Crawls. While Jonathan's popularity and standing increases, Roma has let the fellow know that he might know a thing or two about what happened in his old home.

Eberek/Rhogar :: ...I am confused by multiple characters in one app.

Morrigan :: Finding the woman deep in her cups, and seeing her expertly decorated sword, Roma quickly struck a bargain to serve as the straight man in a cash "contest" for dueling, the two utilizing natural charms to fake incompetence until the stakes are high enough.

Aukan :: Finding himself briefly and unusually flush with money, Roma sent back to the Old World for a Strong Man for a traveling performance, ending up funding Aukan's travels to the New World.

Davtiln :: Hearing of an artificer coming to town, Roma excitedly saught out the fellow for the alchemical goods that can make "fortune telling" easier. He didn't expect to find an enchanting specialist, but liked the young man enough that he started seeking him out for conversation.

Lirianna :: Singular curiosity had fated that these two would meet. Word of a fiery woman with strange markings and hair like dancing heatwaves reached the purveyor of secrets, and he just had to find her.

[Enthusiast]

Robvdhjr, I like the sound of Vimak. Seeking new challenges... very cool.

jbear, a mage with substance abuse issues. I have to say, I've never seen an addict in Dnd. I once submitted an app for a gambling addict, but unfortunately I never got a chance to play that character. Sounds like it could be interesting, and I'm sure that once the campaign is in full swing, I'd find a way for Trouble to follow him to the New World.

Gulielmos, Eberek sounds like an interesting character. I wonder about the mechanics of playing two characters. Would they both participate in combat? Would you control them both? I'm a little reluctant because there are so many players with so many great apps, that I'd rather have (for example) a party of 6 PCs controlled by 6 players, rather than a party of 6 PCs controlled by 5 players. Does that make sense?

dpbj602, a few people have said that they'll wait until character selection before forging tie-ins, and that's perfectly fine. The characters don't all have to be familiar with one another when the game begins; I just find it kind of interesting if there are a few characters with a bit of a history or a relationship of some kind (e.g., a nobleman and his/her guardian, long-time acquaintances, etc.).

Man, this is gonna be a tough call. I was not expecting this many apps.

[sammichweasel]

*cough* I, ah, didn't expect to run that long. Just expanded all of the spoilers, and that... is ridiculous. I apologize.

[Enthusiast]

Sammichweasel, don't sweat it. It was a good read! You weren't kidding about the "stupid-fun background." It sounds awesome! Now that I'm starting to look at party composition, I appreciate the flexibility within the character, but in truth I think a Skald build suits Roma best. I love the idea of him being a trader in secrets--there's no shortage of apps with characters trying to escape a troubled past, and Roma can either help them or hinder them. Could make for a really interesting dynamic. Love it.

[Enthusiast]

With 22 apps in various stages of completion (granted, 5 of them are from one player), I could make 3 balanced parties. If only I had the time. *sigh*

Anyway, there are a lot of excellent apps here, so I've moved the deadline up to midnight on June 3 (Sunday). If you were still planning on submitting or completing your app, then please, by all means, go ahead.

I'm planning on making selections on Monday or Tuesday. I'm still toying with the idea of two parties, but really, it goes against my better judgment, so I'll probably just stick with one party with 6 or 7 PCs. It's gonna be really hard to narrow it down.

Thanks for submitting such awesome characters!

[Strawberries]

So. It says to ask about Genasi, so I'm asking =P Gimme whatcha got cause I got an idea forming~

[elementalist]

I have updated my application a bit to fit the setting better, though it is still a work in progress.

[nebelun]

I could see Hadrim and Oloros travelling from Port Calia together. In your updated background.

[elementalist]

That would make for an interesting pair. I'm all for it.

[nebelun]

Originally Posted by elementalist

That would make for an interesting pair. I'm all for it.

I updated my character background with this paragraph at the end. If you wanted to work it into yours, or change anything let me know.

 

On his way out of town, Oloros saw what could only be described as a 'spectactle'. Had he not seen it himself, he would not have believed it. He saw an incredibly short human smash a rock and shower a superbly dressed man in pebbles. After the dwarf said a few words, she dragged the young man to a tailor shop on the outskirts of town. Although, Oloros was headed out of town anyways, he had the curiosity to peek his head into the tailors as he passed. Apparently, this 'Kordhammer' as she called herself, turned out to be a dwarf looking for work. Oloros should have known by the way she carried herself, but this would be the biggest dwarf he had ever seen. Plus, it wasn't common for Oloros to see one of the civilized races presenting themselves in such a barbaric way. When the young man adamantly declined the services of the dwarf, for what was probably the sixth or seventh time, Oloros spoke up. He offered her food and lodging on the way to Olid, and his company on the road. Although he only had a pittance to his name, he hoped that the work in Olid would be enough payment for the dwarf.