[D&D-5e] Forgotten Realms: Dales and Daggers

[Begon Ugo]

Hi all, Banger here. This is a pretty damn cool game and i’m really enjoying it. We just lost our bard but I have no preference for what you play, just be in it for the long haul and have fun! Banger and Charlie are pure melee so whatever floats your boat!

[Dvorak]

I have been thinking of a Ranged Eldritch Knight.. Maybe I shall go for that..

[ellie]

My current plan is an Elven Arcana Cleric - reading up on the Dalelands now to see what a character like that might be doing there... Banger, Charlie and Ka'ina seem like a fun group to get involved with!

[purplerook]

I play Charlie the stick-up her ass Paladin. I do not have notification on this thread. So, PM me if I can help. Despite/Because of her rep, Chalie is actually a Tank - Defensive Fighting style, Shield of Faith. Some healing and specifically Healing Word would be nice. I think a Arcana Cleric and or a Ranged Eldrich Knight would fit well with the party.

[ParzivalFair]

Oh, so everybody is a good-ish alignment? Darn. I was going to put together a necromancer who dreamt of becoming a big bad. I'll put something else together.

[Begon Ugo]

Banger is more neutral but he has pretty heavy survivors guilt so leaning towards good.

[ColorsOfTheHeart]

Throwing my interest in. Working on a Fire Genasi Druid.

[Dvorak]

What level would we be at?also can I put in 2 character concepts?

[ColorsOfTheHeart]

Here's my application! I hope you guys like him.

Wildfire Name: Wildfire Race: Fire Genasi Class: Druid Background: Charlatan Age: 26 Gender: Male Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Description: Wildfire stands at about 5' 10" with a lean build. His skin is darker gray toned with what appear to be cracks running through it. Perfectly symmetrical, these 'cracks' run through his entire body and glow like flames. The 'cracks' are smooth to the touch and no warmer than the rest of him, which is warmer than an average human's body temperature. His overly long locks appear to be made from flames, though are again no hotter than the rest of him. His eyes are jet black, save for when casting a spell when they too light up like fire. He dresses simply in a practical set of leather armor which is dyed gray, his only piece of jewlery is a wooden carving of a fox which he wears on a leather cord, this acts as his druidic focus. The most extragavant thing he owns is a deep purple hooded cloak with designs of leaves stiched around the bottom edge in silver thread. Personality Traits: Sarcasm and insults are my weapons of choice. I have a joke for every occasion, especially occasions where humor is innapropriate. Ideal: Independence. I am a free spirit, no one tells me what to do. This is in more of a screw the rules, screw authority, nobody can tell me I can't do something sort of way. Not in a I won't listen to anybody sort of way. He knows better than most that people lie and if they tell you not to do something, there's probably a reason why should do it. Bond: I owe everything to my mentor—a horrible person who’s probably rotting in jail somewhere. Player Goals: My goals are pretty much the same as they always are, to have fun and watch my character grow. I want to see what my creation does when thrown into a world that I have no control over and see him react to situations that I didn't make for him. I want to see how his personality changes as the things he goes through changes him as a person. The most exciting thing about the Forgotten Realm for me is the fact that I really don't know much about it and I'll be able to experience things first hand in game rather than outside of it. Character Goals: Wildfire's main goal is to get revenge on the nobleman who murdered his fiance. He doesn't really have any goals after that except for find a nice quiet place to die. Perhaps being in an adventuring party will change that. Bio: Wildfire was born Simon Field, a completely normal human. His parents were both druids who worked as apothecaries, growing their own medicinal herbs to create life saving potions. His earliest memories were of traveling around to local towns with his parents to get medicine to those who needed it, and learning the magic of nature. His first seven years were happy ones. But that happiness couldn't have lasted. One day while out on the road traveling between towns, Simon and his parents were attacked by bandits. Both his parents were killed while trying to protect their son. Simon tried to flee, but was caught by an arrow to the back. He would have been killed too if not for the kindness of another traveler. Pain and shock caused him not to remember much about the rescue. Next thing he knew, he was waking up in an inn the stranger sitting on the floor working on some kind of potion. The stranger was Alfyn, a sorcerer who made a living by pretending to be an apothecary and swindling people out of their money. Alfyn was not a good person in the slightest, but he took Simon under his wing after he was orphaned and for that he would be forever grateful. For years, Simon helped Alfyn with his cons, playing the innocent child perfectly. Until Alfyn was arrested when Simon was fifteen, because Simon turned him into the local guard. Simon had learned that Alfyn sold a fake potion to the parents of a sick child who then died because his family didn't get him real medicine. Simon may have been an *******, but that was beyond not okay. Simon kept the cons going on his own for a few years, staying in one place for a few weeks before moving on to the next. He was about seventeen when he met Parker. She was the leader of a group of con artists and she wasn't happy with the new guy selling in their territory. Simon would later tell people that the moment he first fell in love was when she punched him in the face so hard it knocked him out. When he came to, she offered him a spot on her team, and he said yes. For the first time in ten years, Simon felt like he belonged somewhere. It didn't take very long for a relationship to form, and Simon proposed when he was twenty-one and she was twenty-two. Three weeks after proposing, Simon's life ended. The group accidentally conned a very powerful nobleman who was not happy to find that his potion did not in fact help him with his love making problems. He lured Simon, Parker, and three other members of the group to an abandon tavern for a deal. Trapped them all inside, and set the place on fire. None of them were able to escape. The last thing Simon remembered was the screaming as the flames devoured them. By some miracle, Simon woke up, and by another miracle he wasn't in agonizing pain. He was in a wizard's guild, by far the most comfortable prison he had ever been in. After the initial shock, Simon was shocked again as he was shown his new appearance. The fire that had killed his fiance and his closest friends hadn't taken him, but rather warped him. The wizards thought it awakened Genasi blood that was inside him already, but weren't sure. Simon was inside the wizard guild for over a week, being studied, questioned, and overall making sure that his new appearance was Genasi in nature and not some sort of fiendish curse, Simon was released. Only, he was no longer Simon. He took the name Wildfire and stopped conning people, Simon was dead and he was the freakish, guilt riddled, shell that was left behind. He made some coin by selling jewlery he made through his Druidic magic, and then with that money headed for the Dales. Where the vacationing nobleman who had murdered his fiance was. The only thing he had left was getting revenge on the man who had ruined him.

[Saratek]

Name: Kahlan Ackerman a.k.a. "Mara Searus"
Race: Scourge Aasimar
Class: Divine Soul Sorcerer
Background: Charlatan
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Alignment: Lawful Neutral

 

Considered tall for a woman, Kahlan has always been known as attractive. She was born an attractive baby, was an attractive child, and grew into a very attractive woman. With long, silvery-blonde hair that flows down to the middle of her back, the slight taint that corrupts her once pure soul manifests itself in strange blue-gray streaks in her locks. Upon her shoulders rest the faint markings of what looks to be feathers, once white, now darkened as another subtle effect of her struggle with the forces within herself. There's no doubting what she is, especially with her pale, nearly silver skin and pupiless, white eyes that have led some to mistakenly believe her blind at first. Taking all of that into account, at it's clear to any that encounter her that she is one of the often fabled and rarely encountered Aasimar.

There's no doubting that Kahlan is an exceptional beauty within the realm. It's not unexpected either. Beyond that she's a woman built on an incredibly sturdy frame formed from years and years of near constant travel. This is all kept under a rather simple, yet functional dark dress; her general, day to day traveling attire. It actually works quite well to sit in stark contrast to the lightness of the woman, enhancing her fairness, and especially making her righteous fury seem even brighter if and when it does erupt. Kahlan does have another set of clothing, a set she wears only when she is being "Mara Searus;" the persona she becomes when she feigns being an oracle. It's a far more flashy, form fitting, and loud outfit, but it's specifically for show. Besides that, she's a woman of simple needs, carrying little more than basic traveling necessities and always having her wand at the ready in just a flick.

 

Traits:

• Kahlan knows that no con is guaranteed, thus she always makes sure to have an escape plan and to spot the best exits. There have been close calls in her past, but her diligence has kept her alive thus far.
• Whether it be her divine gifts or her lengthy history of traveling far and wide, Kahlan isn't someone who scares easily. She knows the power she holds inside her and knows what she can do with it. She understands how dangerous she is. Do you?

Ideal: Fairness (Lawful): Kahlan has always been picky about her marks. She knows how to spot the ones that can afford to lose a few coins, and those that can't spare it. It's why she doesn't post her prices. It's not a perfect system, but it keeps her from feeling guilty at the end of the day when she's drinking and then dwelling on whatever fantastical lies she told them. As far as she's concerned, if she's not really hurting anyone, than she's not really doing anything that bad.

Bond: "Kahlan swindled a man who didn’t deserve it, and believes she was responsible for his death. She seeks to atone for her misdeeds, but fears she might never be able to forgive herself."

There was once a man name Rickard Burrows. It had been late on a slow day and Kahlan's growling stomach had overridden her ideals when she did one last reading. As she did with all of her customers, she gave the guy the reading of his life. Rickard Burrows left Mara's Tent with a new view on life and a pouch empty of coin. Little did Kahlan know, but that man really needed that coin. Her traveling group came upon that man's corpse a couple days later at the edge of the village, left face down in the muck near a small pond.

Kahlan gathered her stuff and went back to the village, finding the man's family, and then helped them to gather the body and give him a proper burial. Even as Rickard Burrows wife was thanking her, the charlatan couldn't tell the man's widow that her husband had died because of her lies. She'd sent that man out with foolish delusions of striking it big, and clearly whoever he'd gotten himself mixed up with hadn't taken kindly to his measly coin pouch when things didn't turn out as the "oracle" said they would.

Since leaving that village, that man's name, Rickard Burrows, his face, his wife's face, have haunted Kahlan. Everytime she makes it back around anywhere near to that village, Kahlan will make it a point to stop by and make sure that the widow has everything she needs and has enough money to carry her through for a little while. While she feels responsible for the man's death, Kahlan knows there's not any amount of gold that will ever make up for his life ending as it had, for her part in it. She's not sure how she can ever attone for it, but she doesn't think she'll ever be able to bring herself to tell Rickard Burrows's widow the truth about why a stranger came into her life that day with the worst news a devoted wife can ever receive.

 

Player Goals

I'm always looking to tell a good Story. As much as rolling dice and slaying the dragon are important, the story of how the characters got to meeting the dragon, from first meeting that panicked commoner that everyone thinks is raving mad to delving into the dragon's lair, is just as important as the actual act. I enjoy the journey, and that journey is the Real Story. So, my goals, as a player, are to enjoy myself, which I do regardless, and to hopefully write a good story with you all, if you'll have me.

As for Forgotten Realms and the Dalelands, it's like coming home. For the bulk of my D&D experience, I spent that time playing in the Dalelands of 3e. Whenever I think about D&D as a general setting, I picture the Dalelands. And I feel like it's that way for a lot of people, even if they don't realize it. While I know I don't know near as much I could about them, they feel the most familiar to me. I'd love to get into a game where I can play around in those vast lands again like days of old, even if I'll be playing in the times that hosted the legends that I learned about.

Character Goals

Kahlan does not seek fame or fortune. She doesn't seek to be a hero. She does, however, look to strike down evil where it lies. Unlike a hero, however, she does it in much the same way an owl hunts a rabbit, or in the way a drunk hunts for the next ale. It's a need for her, a deep seeded desire that is part of her very being. She's conflicted in how others view her need to fulfill this desire, and as such tends to hide this from even those she tries to befriend. While her dreams tell her to embrace her desires, to embrace her destiny, she's worked to hide the power she has, even though she hopes to one day embrace it fully, understand it fully, and perhaps not feel guilty about enjoying unleashing it on the deserving so much.

With a life of traveling with others as part of a haphazard and unorthodox family, Kahlan's recent life changes has led her to travel down a different path than the innocent and foolhardy artists and performers she was accustomed to. Finding herself lying more and more to the old types, the woman has found herself traveling alone more and more often, and she can't stand it. While she seeks companions, she knows it isn't that simple. Not only isn't it easy to accept an admitted charlatan, despite her being forthcoming about it, aasimars weren't always to most easily accepted cohort. She'd like to find others, those that can both enjoy life on the road together as well as not flinch in the face of danger, but have no delusions of grandeur. Kahlan isn't looking to save the empire, but she wouldn't mind taking out that camp of bandits so the farmers don't have to worry about getting home to their wives at night.

 

The story was was that Daddy was a soldier that went off to war and died. That was the first lie that Kahlan can remember in her life. She's lived a life of lies, both being told them and telling them, but that was the first. The truth was her father was not a bright man. He was a laborer by day, so when his first child was born and both looked nothing like either him or his wife with her silvery-blonde hair, and had eyes that were sheer white with no pupils, he both called his wife a harlot and left to never be seen again. Kahlan didn't learn the truth of this until she was told the story in the screaming match with her mother at the age of thirteen. Even if it had been probably the wrong tone at the time, given what they knew of the girl, her mother's truth had quelled the danger within her daughter.

Growing up with what most thought at first glance was just a beautiful, yet blind daughter, while others knew and understood better, didn't leave Kahlan's mother with a wealth of suitors after the fact. While there was always work, the family home had been sold to an immigrant family so that the mother and child could move to a more accepting village. An innkeeper, an old widow who ran the place with her daughter, took pity on the two and allowed them to have a room in exchange for working at the inn. And for many years this seemed to be an amicable arrangement. The widow actually quite enjoyed young Kahlan, not being as ignorant as some as to not recognize the gifts within the girl, and even working with her mother to try and prepare her for what would come. Regrettably, Kahlan's mother had little care for the woman who'd taken a liking to her daughter. When she wasn't doing her duties around the inn, Kahlan's mother was about as absent as one could be.

When the widow died, Kahlan and her mother found themselves no longer welcome guests of the inn. It seemed that the woman's daughter was all too happy to be rid of the place, selling to the first person to make a decent offer. Being stuck with this child, Kahlan begun to be dragged from place to place as she entered adolescence, which also coincided with the first emergence of the both the power within her and her hearing the first whispers in her dreams. The girl tried to tell her mother about them, tried to tell her that she was hearing the voice tell her to do things. She even tried to repeat some of the words, but was only ever told it sounded like gibberish. With how tucked away her mother liked to keep Kahlan from the eyes of others to reduce any negative gossip, the girl felt so incredibly alone with only the weird voice in her dreams to talk to.

First came the little tricks, like making a door open or close with just a wave of her hand or making the candles flicker. The voice in her head had been like a thundering presence at first, but then become a whisper, guiding her through how to do this and that as she began to learn how to at first touch, and then harness the power deep within her. After a while the voice became more demanding, wanting her to do more than just play games and pull pranks on her mother. If it wasn't an argue with her mother about something, it was an argue with a voice that would awaken her in the middle of the night. No matter how hard she tried, no matter what she did, even drinking to the point of delirium, she couldn't seem to stop all of the demanding. That was until finally she popped.

Her mother had made one comment too many, and Kahlan had just had it. She hadn't meant to harm the woman, but it had just happened. Before she knew it, her mother had dropped to her knees wracked with pain. Rushing over to the collapsed frame of the woman, despite all that Kahlan had been put through, her only reaction was to comfort her mother. A daughter's love played a large part in her releasing more of the power within her, healing her mother of the wounds Kahlan had inflicted, easing her pain, but not the fact of what had happened. The reaction of her mother, the look Kahlan's mother gave her when she skittered back like a wounded animal into a corner… It was clear to Kahlan how her mother saw her now: a monster. She had no place there. She knew if she stayed her mother might try to kill her or something in her sleep. Grabbing what little she could, Kahlan flipped up her hood and escaped into the night, running and not stopping until she couldn't feel her toes anymore.

With no coin and no idea how she would survive, only the voice in her dreams was there to help her survive those first few days. Kahlan wasn't sure how far she walked, but it was the furthest she'd ever gone alone in her life. It felt weird to be alone for the first time, even though she wasn't really sure if she was alone. There was always something, some tingling on the back of her shoulders, some warmth at her center, something that made her feel like she wasn't quite as alone as she could be. Most of all Kahlan was surprised she wasn't more scared than she thought she would be. She was barely fifteen and out traveling down the road on her own. Most people her age would still be living close to home, perhaps plotting their future with a temple or the military. Kahlan was just thinking about what she was going to do to get to the next weekend. Lost in her own thoughts, she didn't hear the two sneaking up behind her…

Snatching her bag and running off, the two boys only made it a few yards before the ground suddenly trembled at their feet, causing them both to scream and run, but also to drop Kahlan's satchel. Walking up and picking up her bag, as well as the few items that had spilled out, the novice sorceress could feel the eyes on her before they revealed themselves. By the time she'd turned, the man was stepping out from between the trees. Tall and slender, his voice was deep and smooth, inviting, but that didn't have Kahlan off her guard in the least. Introducing himself, he informed her that he was part of a small troupe traveling the countryside. Offering her aid, he made his intentions clear by pointing out not only how dirty and tired she appeared, but also how hungry she looked. As much as Kahlan loathed the idea of trusting anyone, especially someone who was seemingly offering something for nothing, she was desperate and something within her was telling her it would be okay.

There was always those joking stories of kids running off to join the circus, but Kahlan had never thought anyone took it seriously. The troupe wasn't really anything more than a group of various vagabonds and entertainers without a clear aim. They lived for the moment, moving from village to village, putting on a little shows they sold tickets for, or did odd jobs around the village to pay for ale and supplies. It was a simple existence for them, a happy one, and one that would lead Kahlan to learn a great deal about what she could use all that she had been taught to do to her benefit. It was the first time she'd seen anything like the shows they'd put on, or heard of anything like the cons some members of the troupe knew off. The young woman didn't even know what the word 'con' meant. Within a month she was not some dirty, disheveled girl that had run from home, but a wildly dressed oracle that could connect you to long lost loved ones or tell you your future, for just a few coin of course.

It wasn't until she really started to get a feel for the artistry of her performance that Kahlan really thought about the character and came to discovered Mara Searus. Mara wasn't some poor girl from some no name village with no father. She had been born under a lunar eclipse. Old prophecies had foretold of her auspicious birth. Mara Searus would be a seerer like none before her. It was a pretty good identity, and over time, one that would be able to hold up to scrutiny. While it was still impossible to hide those parts of herself that made her unmistakingly aasimar, Mara Searus was a woman that had to live secluded, otherwise her abilities might not be as finely tuned when they are called upon. Kahlan, on the other hand, could exchange her 'mask' for a hooded cloak and just try not to look too many people in the eyes.

It wouldn't last, however. The fun couldn't. The peace couldn't. Her power, her gifts came with responsibility, came with a cost. Not only did the whispers continue in her dreams, growing louder and louder, but she could feel it in her. There was a wanting, a desire. As she saw more of the world, spoke to more people, heard about their lost loved ones or the dreams they had, she began to get little peeks into the world as a whole. While she did sessions for peoples from various walks of life, there were always obvious differences as well as stark similarities. Love was always love, as was lust. Money seemed to be on the mind of many, either from greed or desperation. And more often than not, people just wanted to know that their loved ones were at peace. She could never understand why there were so many temples, and yet so many faithful came to her, but she was going to take it regardless, even if all she was there to tell them was what would make them sleep better at night.

What she also learned was how dark the world was. There was evil all around, whether in small acts, the mugging of a man on his way home, to larger, more vile acts, such as murder. Kahlan couldn't recount the number of times she'd heard stories about people worried that so and so would be at peace because they'd been murdered by bandits or slain by some goblins coming out of the hills. Each time another story came, it was as if Kahlan got a hunger within her, a hunger she couldn't quench. It would come and go, but everytime she was reminded of what lay out there beyond the safety of civilization, the hunger would come back, bigger than it was before. Sooner or later Kahlan knew that it would come to something. It always did. Nothing good ever came of something like that. Not in her experience.

The woman ended up being right, at least in some ways. The troupe always wavered in numbers, ebbing and flowing depending on a number of factors. The trip was supposed to be a fairly lengthy one, resulting in several leaving, resulting only a small group left to make the long trek through the hills to the next great land in their travels. It made them an easy target, so as they made their way around a bluff on their third day, having not seen any other travelers for at least a day, the quiet had become all too comfortable. The ambush came out of nowhere, and before she knew it, one of her friends had been stabbed in the gut for trying to fight back while the others had quickly been forced to surrender. Whatever had been buried inside Kahlan for so long had apparently waited long enough.

Burning with a fury she'd not felt before, Kahlan's magic reached out and struck down the attackers. The first fell with a sudden, blood-curdling scream that caused the other two to turn in shock. Bewildered, they had went to abush the woman, only for one to grab his skull in much the same way as the first, screaming about, "The Bells! The Bells!" as the other only made it a few more steps before his entire body started to become enveloped in frost. He was the larger of the three, clearly trying the hardest, but when his thrusted blade was sidestepped by Kahlan, she made sure to let him hear the bells as well.

With all three of the bandits fallen, she quickly moved to aid her friends, healing their wounds. At first she feared they would look upon her like her mother had. Instead they were thankful, but also a bit reserved. Gathering the bodies and moving them off into the woods, the small group gathered together and carried on a little ways until they made camp. Then the conversation started. While the others seemed a bit rattled, with a couple wearing scars of the experience, their concern seemed to be more with Kahlan than with themselves. Apparently they have found it a bit disturbing the way she had been grinning and seemed to take joy in slaughtering the three bandits.

It was hard for the sorceress to admit, but part of her had. Unlike the others, she hadn't felt fear when the three had set down upon them. Their greed and sadism had been apparent from the moment they stabbed an unarmed man, chuckling about it as they kicked him on the ground. Kahlan had only felt a seething hatred for them. Once she let her power go on the first, it was like a wave was let loose and she just flowed from one to the next until all three lay dead at her feet. It had been like a dance. It had almost been fun, as if it was like a game. Her dreams that night were the first time there was more than just whispers, more than just a voice. It was just a flash of a figure, but it was enough to tell Kahlan that the bond was stronger now than it had ever been before. The message was clear. Her purpose was clear. She was to continue if presented the opportunity.

While it was never a shared topic of discussion again, but one by one as people left, there were words exchanged about Kahlan's wellbeing, about the attack. She always assured them it was nothing, an isolated incident, but she always knew it was her running a con. They'd never have admitted to it, but she knew they always thought differently of her after that day. If they would have known what she'd started to do, they would have never understood, let alone approved. Finding herself alone in the end, it made it easier for her to pick up with one troupe or another. While none had heard of her alter ego before, some hadn't ever heard of aasimars, which always guaranteed an invitation to join the troupe, at least until the novelty wore off.

Being a fake oracle was not all Kahlan did. She had found some purpose just past that bluff that day. She never considered herself a hero. She had a desire, and when she got the opportunity to fulfill it, she did. No one questioned a drunk that spent all of his pay in the tavern, so she didn't see what she did as all that wrong. Evil was a scourge upon the world, and she just happened to take enjoyment in snuffing it out. Just as a trophy hunter might go after a legendary white deer, Kahlan liked to hunt down groups of bandits. She didn't do it for prize money or fame. Much to the contrary, she didn't tell anyone she was doing it. Much like the figurative mask that was Mara Searus, Kahlan wore a literal mask when she went after her bandits, coming into their lively camps in the eve, and leaving them in deathly silence as the moon faded towards the dawn.

 

Kahlan had bitten off way more than she could chew. It was only supposed to be a few bandits. Instead what she found was a whole camp of very ferocious, and seemingly prepared kobolds. The sorceress was quick, but it soon became apparent that no matter how fast she cast, it was either death or surrender. Time would have to be her only ally. Dropping to her knees, she couldn't understand the guttural language of the creatures, but it was clear they were being careful with her. It was odd. She'd never been ambushed like this before, and it wasn't as if she didn't know how to count. There were way more kobolds there than she had expected. Clearly they had a plan for the aasimar. But then again, evil tended to want to defile those of celestial ancestry.

[J2B]

I'm interested in playing a Human variant Rogue Swashbuckler or a half-elf variant warlock Celestial (Pact of the blade with the improved pact weapon to use her pact weapon like longbow when is needed. Though He prefers melee combat). I wonder if a skill monkey is needed though ( I say it because I planed to use the rogue like an skill monkey warrior...). I see that the group lacks a wizard or healer but a skill monkey would be good.

What do you say, guys? Do you prefer the warlock or the rogue?

I will make the warlock like warrior healer.

[Dorack]

Greetings. This looks like a very interesting game. I would like to apply for a slot. I have a "Loremaster" type character in my head, a Sun Elf Female Noble with 2 lvls of Cleric of Mystra and full Wizard (Diviner) then on. It would be a character looking to discover the true esssence of
Magic (beyond the Weave that Mystra has as an interface for Magic). Gamewise, an arcane spellcaster focusing in utility and support roles.

If this sounds ok, I'll flesh out the details.

[J2B]

Originally Posted by Dorack

Greetings. This looks like a very interesting game. I would like to apply for a slot. I have a "Loremaster" type character in my head, a Sun Elf Female Noble with 2 lvls of Cleric of Mystra and full Wizard (Diviner) then on. It would be a character looking to discover the true esssence of
Magic (beyond the Weave that Mystra has as an interface for Magic). Gamewise, an arcane spellcaster focusing in utility and support roles.

If this sounds ok, I'll flesh out the details.

I think is ok! I will do the Rogue instead then now that I see a lot of arcane casters/healer applying. I want to play a warrior skill monkey instead!:P

[Inuvash255]

Originally Posted by ellie

@Inuvash255 - hi! I'm working up a character application and had a quick question - what shall we do for Ability Scores? Is there anywhere to roll for stats, or would you rather we went with the standard array or a 27-point buy? Sorry if you already made this clear somewhere, if you did I've managed to miss it!

Originally Posted by Dvorak

What level character are they at currently?

27-Point Buy, Starting Level is Level 3, with the standard equipment from your class and background.

edit: Actually, we did 3d6k3. My bad! Please wait to roll until you're accepted to the game.

Originally Posted by Dvorak

What level would we be at?also can I put in 2 character concepts?

I'd prefer just one, thanks.

Originally Posted by Dvorak

I will be creating an application for this, Is there anything that the current party feels like they are missing or a particular role that they want? What level character are they at currently?

Play what calls out to you!

I'm not too concerned about party composition- and moreso concerned about characters who bring their own goals and personality to the table.

[Dorack]

Ok, here is my application:

Application Name: Lady Aalandria Concept: Highborn Loremaster Gender: Female Race: Sun Elf Class: Cleric (Mystra/Knowledge) 2 ; Wizard (Diviner) 1 Background: Noble Alignment: Lawful Good Origin: Evereska Personality Traits: I secretly believe I´m above everyone else. - Ideal: I must be what I expect others to be. Leave the world better than you found it. Lead by example. - Bond: Harrwing, my mentor in the High Tower of Mystra in Sembia, and my grandmother back in Evereska. - Player Goals: Have fun playing a support-type wizard instead of a blaster type; play an scholarly character that has to struggle not to be sore thumb to the rest of the group; develop the char in interesting ways. - Character Goals: Discover the true Essence of Magic Backstory Hailing from one of the founding families of Evereska, Aalandria was born and raised in utmost privilege and wealth. She came into the world in DR 1358, as Mystra was vanquished by Helm for her temerity. The sages marked this as an omen but kept it largely in secret. As a child, Aalandria grew with the best that the elven royalty could provide and showed promise for the Art early on. As she grew, she started having visions and epiphanies about a strange but comforting figure. Her grandmother, Ulariam the Archmage, divined these signals as coming from Mystra’s essence still echoing through the Weave. The omens and dreams grew stronger with the passing of the years, guiding and pushing the young elf more into the interest of the arcane. Aalandria was raised to take her place among the ruling class of Evereska; yet her heart and mind was always into the magical world. She soon became to face the question that still haunts her: what is the true essence of Magic after all? The search for such an answer, deemed futile by her mentors, would shape her destiny as much as the shadowy mentoring presence in her dreams. As her coming of age approached, Aalandria was already a gifted arcane practitioner. Old family feuds intensified. Her aunt Tremulia, Great Priestess of Corellon in Evereska, demanded that the girl should enter the Temple of Corellon as the elven god’s Cleric. Her grandmother Ulariam insisted she be allowed to join the High College of Magic. The quarrel grew in intensity, as did the inner calling of Aalandria. Then she learned about the omens of her birth, and secretly applied to become Cleric of Mystra in The Tower of Mystery in Saerloon in Sembia. When the family knew of her decision, many resented her, while others admired her courage and shrewdness in averting a greater family rift. So Aalandria left Evereska and made her way to Sembia, where she became an acolyte of the Lady of Mysteries. The life as an apprentice was particularly hard for Aalandria. She was a brilliant student but her noble upbringing proved quite harrowing for the young elf as she adapted to a life without servants at her service. She even had to perform the services herself for the upper members of the Temple. Long years went through, and Aalandria finally discovered a new side to her life, one that was filled not with privilege and birthright but with the service to a higher end and the joy of helping those in need. Her mentors were proud of her and commend her for it. Finally in DR 1487, as Mystra returned to Toril, Aalandria passed her tests and became consecrated to the newly returned Godess of Magic. Aalandria stayed in The Tower of Mystery for some time. The fuzzy visions and omens of her childhood now were the comforting presence of Mystra herself. With her guidance, Aalandria returned to what had been her obsession: the question about the true nature of Magic. She came to call it the “The Matter of Origin”. She soon came to realize that the path of clerical duty would not bear fruit on her quest of knowledge. With her goddess blessing and guidance, Aalandria requested a hold on her clerical duties and started her training as a Wizard, which she quickly achieved. After a while, she felt that her time in Saeeloon was over. Not wanting to return to Evereska just yet, she made her way to the Dalelands, where ancient elven realms and current Archmages perhaps could help her in the search for truth. RP writing sample Aalandria’ s mind drifted off, away from the ritualistic chants around her. Her thoughts trailed off in several loose threads… until she found it. The Presence. It was always there, even when she was fully concentrating on something else. Pulsing, simmering, always present. She focused on it, still babbling the prayer, eyes lost in a distant horizon. It was clear, almost tangible. Aalandria had seldom felt it so vividly. Perhaps the fact that she was amidst the Temple made the bond stronger, but she quickly dismissed the idea. You do realize that being absent-minded during a ceremony in my honor is deeply disrespectful? a voice echoed in her head. She couldn’t be sure if the tone was of reprimand or complicity. She focused her mind. My deep apologies, My Lady. I was recalling the passage I read last night about… I’m perfectly aware of your question, Aalandria. Or I should call it your Quest? Yet you will not find answers where you’ve been, but where you’ll be. Aalandria hesitated. I will be where… BAAM! A stern palm hit the wooden plank besides her. Aalandria almost screamed of fright. Aalandria! You disrespect our Lady of Mysteries! Pay attention! shouted the cleric behind her. The young princess could feel the rage building up inside her, yet she hid it behind a porcelain face. The teachings of the elven court held fast. Back in Evereska, no one would dare even think about talking to her like that… but she was no longer in the elven court, and it had been her choice alone. Aalandria caught with the prayer, her melodic voice adding to the rest of the chorus, while in the back of her mind, an idea lingered. Soon…