[D&D-5e] Into the Jungle of Palmania

[Kweheri]

 

Name: Alystine
Race: Half-Elf (Customized)
Class + Subclass: Cleric (Twilight)
Background: Faction Agent (SCAG)
Appearance and personality: Alystine's mixed Elven heritage was clearly visible in the soft yet refined lines of her face, however not as attractive as the Elves or Half-Elves of legend. However remained pleasing to the eye in a simple manner, her heart was similarly simple, filled with the compassion and love for others that had been fostered in her decades serving the crying god. Still of an age where she was energetic and enthusiastic about changing the world for the better, believing that she can in fact improve the world for everyone, would everyone show more compassion and kindness.
Although her time away from the temple has taught her that not all aspire to the same ends, and that there are times she needs to be discreet and modest about her thoughts and feelings.

Alignment: CG
Where does your character originate from?: A small temple dedicated to Ilmater in the busy city of Ytic
Character History/Backstory:
It was not unusual for children to find themselves in the care of a temple, be it through the loss of family making them an orphan, or being given/sold by the family for whatever reason. Essentially, there was no one able to provide for or raise the child and so it was left to a temple to do this.
This was the case of Alystine, the only parents she knew were the priests and other faithful of Ilmater that had collectively raised her.
It was a modest temple in a large bustling city, where Alystine had spent much of her first 25 years. In this time Alystine grew to embrace the values of Ilmater, however struggled with the strict dogmatic life that was expected of her, her own heritage not settling with such structure and order.
It was Painbearer Coln who noticed her conflict, and allowed her to confide her discomfort.
It was then she learnt more of her mentor, Coln himself was more than just a revered member of her temple and he introduced her to an organisation which could help feed Alystines lust for life and chaos.
The next years were spent traveling, spreading the word and compassion of Ilmater, whilst also advancing the interests of those who harp.

Key event: Fostering by the temple of ilmater has shaped her life in a way beyond compare, Alystine could not even begin to comprehend how different life would have been would she not have been raised under the circumstances she had.
Flaw: My conviction sometimes leads me to blindly trust those that support and praise my faction.
Character Sheet:
Alystine
Previous role-playing experience: I started playing shortly before the end of AD&D, and have been playing pbp for over a decade now, having been lucky enough to play in some campaigns here on rpgxing that have lasted for several years.
Anything you want us to know?: My work schedule is random and chaotic, my ability to post fluctuates from several times a day to a few times a week.

Roleplay Sample:
Alystine woke to the sounds of waves lapping upon the shore, it was not yet dawn but light was creeping over the horizon.
Getting up she splashed her face and winced, despite her calling, mornings were not her favourite time of day. She stretched and staggered to the window still half asleep. Reaching into her pack she draws from it a candle and unwinds the fine reddish metal chain from around her wrist.
Placing them on a stool she'd dragged in front of the window, lighting the candle and beginning a short set of vows. Restating her commitment to those who suffer, to endure their pain.
Soon the clatter of traders preparing their stalls for the morning softly filled the air, breaking the serene silence. Alystine was done and fell back to her bed, pulling the thin sheet up around her as she tried to sleep another couple of hours before any of the others began to wake and knock on her door.

[Sylivis]

Originally Posted by Kweheri

Is there a set pantheon, or is it open-season?

There is no strict pantheon. There will be gods in the campaign, any god you wish to use for your character should be fine however f you want some campaign-specific suggestions, feel free to PM us.

[penbeast0]

SMALL Name: Small Race: Lizardman Class: Circle of the Moon Druid Alignment: L/N Appearance: Small is a lizardman from the deep swamps where prehistoric lizards roam and rule. He stands 6'3 with natural armor and sharp teeth with a frill of feathery tendrils atop his head adding a couple of inches more. But you wouldn't know it to look at him. He does not stand straight and strong but hunches and tries not to draw attention. His voice is soft and sibilant, his mannerisms shy and socially awkward. He may be big in size, but the image he projects is of one who is small and fragile, thus his name. Background: Acolyte Personality Trait: I ignore those smaller and less powerful than me Personality Trait: I emulate those bigger and more powerful than me and follow their rules Ideal: I will grow big, bigger than all those who could eat me Bond: The law will protect me if I follow it; the law will execute me if I break it Flaw: I have no natural empathy, only the rules that I follow because they are the biggest thing I know Backstory: This includes where I was born and the key event that made me what I am "I am Small. I was smaller than those of my tribe. I only survived because my tribe was big and could take enough food so they did not have to eat me. Though they would if food were scarce. That is the way of things. Bigger than my tribe were the monsters of the swamp. Palmania is a land of bigness and the monsters of the swamps were the biggest to my tribe. The hornface with its three terrible horns growing from a plate of bone that could smash through the strongest skin. The snakenecks, heavier than even the biggest of monsters, able to crush the biggest of my tribe with a careless step. And, the biggest of all, from whose bellow all ran in fear, the greatjaws with its monstrous mouth dwarfing its tiny arms. Tooth and fang incarnate. But there was one place even the greatjaws did not go. Deep in the swamp was a big temple, overgrown with all manner of strangling vines and carnivorous plants. From it came the bellow of deep beating drums and it sent forth from its bigness emissaries that carried fear throughout the swamp and beyond. And from beyond the swamp came to its environs creature who seemed small, softskinned, and weak. And the emissaries of the big temple sent my tribe forth against these creatures to eat them but they were not eaten. Some of the softskins put on shells of metal and picked up sharp pieces of the same and they killed those of my tribe who came against them. Others stayed soft with sticks of wood but they opened their mouths, tiny mouths with teeth that could not even harm me, the smallest. And from their mouths came god words, words of fire and flashing light, words that caused clouds of sharp metal teeth to appear in the air and all of my tribe were smashed and burned and cut until they lay small and still. I did not die because I did not challenge them, being small. They took me back to their place, this temple, to eat later if they grew hungry. And I learned to understand them so that I would not be eaten. And I learned their rules and this thing that was bigger even than the godwords they spoke, the Law. And I listened to their stories and listening, I grew even smaller as they grew even bigger. For they had gone forth after making my tribe small. And they had met the monsters of the swamp and though the monsters had been very big, the softskins were bigger still. The hornface with its horns that could pierce the strongest skin was smashed and stabbed and slashed and burned until it pierced no more. And the softskins ate it. The snakenecks in their immensity heard godwords that made them afraid and they fled deeper into the swamps. Even the greatjaws had bellowed doom at them, and they had bellowed back the words of fire and light and steel and made it small. And so, the softskins were bigger than the monsters of the swamp. Then the softskins found their way to the big temple with its strangling vines and carnivorous plants all around it. And they entered the temple and faced those within. And those within had godwords of their own and the air was rent with bellowing and power. But the softskins were bigger and their bigness was such that they burst the very stones asunder and brought the temple crashing down in ruins. And so I remain Small. Those of the temple are big, their god words are bigger but I am not eaten. Because bigger even than the godwords is the Law. If I follow the law, it protects me. If I disobey it, I will be killed. And so, following the law, I become bigger. I learn the godwords and they change me and make me bigger. My bellow causes light and fire. But I do not eat those smaller than I am because the law says I cannot eat those who speak and the law is bigger. And I search for more godwords and grow bigger. Someday I will be so big that no one can eat me and then I will no longer be Small. I will."   Small

[Tolmie]

Character Application Snake in Shadows "Snake" Race: Tabaxi Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Class: Rogue / Inquisitive Background: Investigator Obsession My curiosity is currently fixed on a location. Quirk I have a minor phobia of water and hate getting wet. First Case My friend was wrongfully accused of murder. I tracked down the actual killer, proving my friend’s innocence and starting my career as a detective. Appearance and personality: At 6’3” and slender 120 lbs, Snake is covered in black fur with slightly darker large black spots, he wears very little jewelry, and form fitting clothing. Due to his large feline feet, he often doesn’t sport footwear and regularly walks on his bare feet, he is unable to wear boots unless they’ve been customized. Where does your character originate from?: Maztica (He, like all Tabaxi, never reveals the location of his home.) Character History: Snake grew up as the fourth cub of several siblings, and quickly made a name for himself in acquiring seemingly lost objects (he stole them), and as the village gossip (he loved to hear secrets). Once he became a teenager, he became the apprentice of a local Tabaxi minstrel who was in need of a story collector. Snake didn’t have any particular skill with performances, but he was able to greatly contribute to his mentor's repertoire of stories and ballads. During his travels, Snake also found several opportunities to recover ‘lost’ objects, and once he’d had his fill, return them for a discovery fee that would invest his next excursion. Snake’s troupe arrived in Tem’d, and he’s been particularly dour about it, his mentor has informed him that this will be the last stop before they return to their clan, where Snake will most likely spend the rest of his life, something Snake isn’t all that ready for. All he needs is a means to detach himself from the troupe, and find even more amazing stories to bring back to his clan, surely what he’d collected with the troupe would pale in comparison. Key event: As a cub, it was during the narration of a story by an elder, that the elder brought out a smooth golden orb, and proceeded to tell the grandest story Snake had ever heard, involving a team of friends overcoming numerous obstacles, and while the golden orb itself wasn’t all the impressive, the impression it left in combination with the story, left Snake wide-eyed and excited, surely there is a story for him out there not unlike the one he’d just heard.

About You Previous role-playing experience: 3.5 two decades ago, and 5e at the moment. Anything you want us to know?: I’ve a full-time job and won’t be able to post during working hours, but am completely free otherwise. I’ll give substantial heads-up on my projected absences. Roleplay Sample: Tolmie rose from the rickety chair, its joints groaning in satisfaction from the reduced pressure of his weight, and he slowly paced, heaving with labored breath, towards the bookshelf at the opposite end of the library. Having reached his goal, he squinted behind his reading glasses to find the next volume of the treatise concerning the war of 1378; finding the hefty volume, he commented to himself. “Ah, there you are.” before lumbering back to his seat, and opening the volume. Dust rose from the yellowed pages as he carefully turned them, cautious to not bend or rip the now ancient and yellowed papers. Finding the family tree of the dukes family, he rose in shock, before his eyes bulged wide, and he thrust his right hand to his left shoulder; with a struggle, Tolmie kneeled, and then collapsed to the floor, a husk of a once great historian, now little more than a footnote in another volume.

Wow! It actually worked this time! Shout out to Touketsu, your profile format was amazing, and I thought it would be a great example to follow to figure out what I'm doing wrong. Thanks in advance!

[Azure Nokori]

The application that was here is now hidden...because who knows when you want to go back to something you created. At least it earned me some RPGX XP!

[Azure Nokori]

Hmmmm...This didn't turn out quite as I hoped...With only a scattering on Yian-Ti my idea had to change and went down a path I'm not to happy with (revenge driven).

Is it possible to use the customizable racial stat rules? I think Grung might get my where I want to go story wise, but I'd like to be a caster.

[Sylivis]

Originally Posted by Azure Nokori

Is it possible to use the customizable racial stat rules? I think Grung might get my where I want to go story wise, but I'd like to be a caster.

I don't mind this, but the changes to the stats should be reflected by your character's past experiences. you need to justify why you are different from the rest of your race.

[Tolmie]

Originally Posted by Sylivis

Regarding the 'received applications', are those applications you've both accepted, or just received? I'm unsure if I should continue waiting or if I'm missing something to be considered 'received'. Sorry, and thanks again for the opportunity.

[Sylivis]

Originally Posted by Tolmie

Regarding the 'received applications', are those applications you've both accepted, or just received? I'm unsure if I should continue waiting or if I'm missing something to be considered 'received'. Sorry, and thanks again for the opportunity.

Just received. I am updating it now with the new/completed submissions. My spouse and I will PM accepted candidates around 12 am on 8/28. We like to read through the entirety of an application together before adding it to the received list. This is normally done in batches every other day or so. So if you see your character on the list, both of us have read your application.

[Tolmie]

Originally Posted by Sylivis

Just received. I am updating it now with the new/completed submissions. My spouse and I will PM accepted candidates around 12 am on 8/28. We like to read through the entirety of an application together before adding it to the received list. This is normally done in batches every other day or so. So if you see your character on the list, both of us have read your application.

Got it, thanks again.

[Ildrahil]

Application About Your Character Mavros Riasson: Race: Tiefling Class + Subclass: Hexblade Warlock Background: Urban Bounty Hunter Appearance and personality: Mavros is good looking, just ask him. Why, his shiny white skin sets off his devilishly handsome facial features and well manicured black hair just so. His small shiny horns barely jutting out of his hair simply add to his mystique. His face is angular and his eyes are black. No, not his irises, the entirety of his eyes are black. Staring into them is like staring into a deep cave on the darkest of nights. Are his looks not the norm? Sure. Could one say they are demonic? Absolutely. But they are also enticing, like the bad boy that all the girls want. Mavros' clothes are stylish, for last year or maybe last decade. He doesn't care. They are clean and well maintained and he knows eventually he'll be in style again, it might be a year, it might be a decade. He cares not a whit. What he does care about are the colors he wears. He takes pains to ensure they match. Red and black, that is it. Those are his colors. Yup, they match. As far as his personality goes, Mavros is inquisitive. No, that's not quite right. Mavros simply must know what is in every shadow, what is behind that glimmer, and who lives in that old, supposedly haunted tower. It is this inquisitiveness that makes him such a good bounty hunter. Of course, it has nearly killed him once or twice too. Such as the time when he was young and saw an unnatural darkness, a darkness where it shouldn't be, where a torch should have dispelled it. So, of course, he entered it. There he found a creature that exudes darkness, eating, what it was eating may have once been a man, or a woman, or a pig, he couldn't tell. What he could tell was it saw him. Lucky for Mavros he was fast and the creature was enjoying its meal and rather bloated. One would think that would teach him a lesson, but he continues to look and go where others, those more careful, would never tread. The thrill of the moment, like the adrenalin rush he felt when he saw that creature all those years ago, that is what he craves. And now a jungle, oh that sounds fun. Yes, all kinds of trouble to get into in a jungle. Ideal: Rules are not necessarily sacred, principles are Bond: My half siblings are ashamed of me, I will change that or die trying Alignment: CG Where does your character originate from?: A rather mundane town that's nothing special, except to those who live there. Character History/Backstory: Mavros' half siblings are ashamed of him. He has two older brothers and an older sister. His mother's first husband died while clearing an infestation of evil creatures from the sewers of his home city, many say it was Mavros' father who sent those evil creatures there. Shortly thereafter Mavros' father, a Devil known by many names, seduced his mother Ria. She always told Mavros how kind he was to her and that the ultimate gift he gave her was Mavros himself. He isn't so sure that his life is a gift. He had to struggle through his whole life. When young, other children tormented him mercilessly and his older siblings, who could have stopped it easily, simply watched on. Eventually, he learned to protect himself and his siblings showed him grudging respect, but their shame was always near. Only his mother showed him unconditional love. Mavros searched and searched for his father or a way to contact him, but he never found him. Eventually, he figured his father wanted nothing to do with him and so Mavros decided he wanted nothing to do with his father. What he did find in his searching was a supernatural creature called the Raven Queen. It was she whom Mavros made a bargain with, and she gave him powers with sword, shield, and armor, as well as knowledge of the arcane, knowledge which he used to defend himself and those weaker than him in need. Of course, he understands on occasion she may have need of him and he is bound to her. Having been picked on for much of his youth, he learned to defend those who were weak and couldn't defend themselves. This is actually what led him to his current profession, bounty hunter. His only friend from his youth, Shanain, a defenseless young woman, was murdered for a black onyx ring she always wore and for something else she refused to give up to her murderer. Mavros vowed to find out who the perpetrator was. He followed the clues and the trails and he found the man who did it, a man who was a bully growing up and who wanted something Shanain was unwilling to give him. So the bully killed her and stole everything she had. When Mavros found the murderer the man laughed at him, called him weak, said he was so ugly even his own father wanted naught to do with him. He was someone both he and Shanain knew while growing up, and they both detested. Mavros nearly killed the man, but he held back. He knew killing him like this would be wrong, would actually make him more like his father. He fought the urge to slice open the man's throat as he lay prostrate and defenseless before him. Instead, he took him to the watch and presented all the evidence. Mavros was there when Shanain's murderer was hanged. Mavros smiled. Shanain had no relatives left, so Mavros took the black onyx ring to remember her. The city watch was impressed with Mavros' ability to sift out the murderer and they gave him other people to find. Often they were simple thieves, but on occasion they were worse, far worse. This gave Mavros a sense of purpose, but he always wondered why he was born, and how could his mother love a creature as evil as his father. On his last mission, he nearly died fighting his prey. It turned out his prey was a master assassin and she had a cloak that protected her. Mavros eventually prevailed, but it was a near run thing. When he took his prisoner to the watch, Mavros was wearing her cloak. Being a bounty hunter, and a good one, has provided him with a comfortable life. Key event: The death of his friend Shanain that led him to his profession. Flaw: I'm too inquisitive for my own good, like a cat...but they have nine lives. Character Sheet:   [/B] Is located here About You I have been playing D&D since it was a supplement in a game called Chainmail. When it first came out in a white box with three rather cheaply made rulebooks inside I rushed out to get. I played it all through junior high, high school, college, and my years in the Army. My favorite characters in LOTR are Gimli and Aragorn, so my first PC was a Dwarven fighter and once AD&D came out I made a Ranger. Heck, half the reason I went to Ranger school in the Army was so I could be a Ranger! Back in the early days it was all about hack and slash and finding treasure. Then a friend and I built a world, which was fun, and I found role playing instead of just roll playing. I found other RPGs (L5R, King Arthur Pendragon, RuneQuest, GURPs, etc.) but I always came back to D&D. AD&D was my favorite version but I have grown to love 5e and this may be my favorite now. I have grown to love PbP. I was introduced to it on one of my deployments as a way to continue playing and I haven't stopped. I enjoy PbP because, IMO, it allows for more role playing opportunities and the story tends to be more full. I am a team player and try to help other players who may not be as comfortable with PbP. I love to role play and I try to make my posts as descriptive as possible while helping to move the story along or keep it moving. I know there are sometimes opportunities to slow things down a bit though to properly role play a scene. That said, I also love a good fight and when the time comes my PCs tend to be in the thick of it. I post something every day. Previous role-playing experience: Led Zeppelin just released Physical Graffiti when I started playing D&D. I've been playing a long time. I have experience with PbP, although each site is a bit different. Anything you want us to know?: I truly enjoy D&D and I commit to post daily if that is what is required. That said, I also have a family and there are times RL gets in the way. When it does I will let everyone know ahead of time if at all possible. Roleplay Sample:   Laufey Quote "Now about this Gondolin place, tell us a story of heroes and romance and remember, no one can be heroic without romance, for all the greatest heroes fight for love." Vardariannanur smiles sadly at Laufey, "Aye, 'twas a place of much merriment, joy, and love, so the stories go. But there was also also deceit and mayhap the most heinous treachery ever did an Elf to other Elves. 'Twas the home of my Grandsire, my mother's father and the stories I pass came from her lips, as she was a witness though young indeed was she for an Elven maiden. And 'twas her age saved her, for ere the great battle at the Fountain of the King my Grandame passed her off to others to usher out of a hidden passage wrought by Princess Idril, High King Turgon's daughter. But tarry she did as she left and all she saw she's tell us as stories. But this is not a story of my Grandsire alone, but also of love, and betrayal, and war. There in the Elder days ere most of my kind fled or locked themselves away stood Gondolin fair. The most beauteous city of Elves this side of the undying lands. And in those days a man came strong of character who hailed from a House of heroes among men. A great evil was alive in the world and Elves and men had an alliance against Him. And yet near a god was he who won't be named, so the Elves and their allies were losing this war. The last stronghold was Gondolin. And when he came he was met by my Grandsire, Ecthelion of the Fountain, whose task it was to keep intruders away, but such was his bearing and the tokens he brought that straightaway he brought him to see Turgon, High King of the Noldor. His name was Tuor. Now Tuor brought a message from the Power of the Seas with warning that 'twas time for the Gondolindrim to leave fair Gondolin and to King Turgon he brought that message. Long did King Turgon think on this, but evil and jealous counsel whispered in his ears to stay, and such was his decision. Much sorrow would have been averted had he chosen the wiser course. Still, great respect the King showed to Tuor and such was Tuor's character that he attracted others and he established a House in Gondolin, his the 12th and last. The House of the White Wing. And my Grandsire was leader of the House of the Fountain. And a love there grew between Tuor and Princess Idril, the King's daughter. Anon, they were wed and there was much joy in Gondolin, for it was a well made match all thought. All, save one. Maeglin, the King's nephew was secretly in love with Idril and was jealous of the attention Tuor received from the King and twice so when he wed Idril. But Idril knew of Maeglin's feelings and spurned them, for the feelings Meaglin felt for Idril were improper between relatives so close in degree. As happens, a son was born to the couple and Eärendil was his name. The city rejoiced and none so much as the King, for he thought this confirmed his choice to stay and defy the Great Enemy. But Idril, farsighted as she was, felt things were not as they seemed, and well that was, for she was right. And so a secret tunnel she had excavated, a way of escape if the need ever were to arise for the Gondolindrim to take if peril approached. And things were already stirring to show how wrong King Turgon's choice was. For at a time, Maeglin was out searching for ores, against the King's commands. Captured he was and brought in front of the Enemy and under threat of torture broke and told the Enemy all. And glee there became for the Enemy promised him overlordship of Gondolin and Idril's hand if Maeglin would but aid in the capture of the city. And so Meaglin returned and feigned love for all, whilst plotting the downfall and death of most. And for years he lived amongst them feigning love whilst the Enemy marshalled his forces and prepared for the assault. And on the give day, it began. Hard pressed was the fair city of Gondolin, ringed on all sides by evil servants of the Enemy in the thousands upon tens of thousands. Besieged from without and betrayed from within. Flew, they did, along the wide cobblestone streets towards their House, as the sound of battle sounded all about. There they found Maeglin, traitor and instrument of the Enemy, may his name and memory ever be accursed. He and his House of the Mole had abducted Princess Idril the far sighted, daughter of High King Turgon and threatened even the lad Eärendil with death. The heat from the wrath in Lord Tuor’s eyes was nigh impossible to miss. They attacked the warriors of the Mole and in their fury and that of their Lord swept them away. As they drew near Maeglin he threatened Eärendil with dagger sharp. The young prince came from goodly stock though and a fighter was he. He bit hard on Maeglin’s hand and this caused Maeglin a start and drop the lad did he. Then Lord Tuor was upon him and heft him up did Lord Tuor and oer the walls Maeglin went, and thus swept from the rolls of the Noldoli was his name. Still many were the warriors of the Mole and at Lord Tuor they came, yet none could stand against his axe and the swords of the House of the White Wing, and swept away were they. And now Lord Tuor set a watch on his Lady and young Eärendil and bid them lead what people they could into the city for safe keeping. He, with the rest of his folk did hie to the North Gate. And all around the wind whispered through the buildings, save our fair city, or avenge her. And soon they came upon a great battle extant. Lo, Lord Ecthelion and his House of the Fountain were harrying the enemy greatly and pushing towards the North Gate, recapture their intent. But the numbers against them were vast and slowing was their advance. Just then Lord Tuor signaled the charge and into the fracas they joined, aside their cousins of the Fountain. “To the Gate, to the Gate” they shouted, and near to it they came, but just then fresh companies of Orcs came, each led by a Balrog. Ere that, my Grandsires House of the Fountain marched towards the great North Gate to the sound of flutes, none so fair as that which Lord Ecthelion himself did play. From the south of fair Gondolin they marched, along her wide streets paved of stone and Kurbed of marble. Royal Houses fair passed by and even those of common were sweet to behold. For Gondolin was a beauteous city of grace and splendor then at her prime. As they drew closer the sound of battle and slaughter grew louder, and the smell of it. Lord Rog and his House had already perished in defense of Gondolin and the Gate was lost. So they marched. Then, when just in sight of the Enemy's vast army, the music stopped and my Grandsire commanded the drawing of swords. So fearful was Lord Ecthelion’s voice that day while commanding the drawing of swords and the killings which followed, that his name became a terror among the enemy and a war cry to the Noldor. Bright and long were their swords, eager for battle, glistening in the sun’s rays. They fought that day and drove the enemy afore them. Footfall by footfall they moved toward the Gate. Push with shield, kill those hideous minions of Morgoth, step over their dead bodies, then push again. Over and again for an interminable time. As the front ranks tired those in the rear moved up. I know not how many they killed of the fell creatures against them arrayed, yet it is said they did kill more than in all the wars and battles against the Enemy up to then and combined. Fierce they were and yet numbers will eventually tell, and slow their advance did. Then to their amaze Lord Tuor and the mighty warriors of his House arrived and with them a new vigor gripped them and they advanced. Nearly to the Gate had their advance taken them but just at then new foes arrived. The giant fire drakes breathing flames and death and Balrogs leading companies afresh with reinforcements, all led by Gothmog. Lord Ecthelion did slay two of those fearsome beasts while by the score they killed the orcs in accompaniment. They could nearly touch the gate, then a step back did they take, and another. ‘Twas then that Lord Ecthelion slew his third Balrog, and yet himself was fell wounded by the beast. His shield fell, and another step back they went. Still, Lord Tuor and his House stood next to us, all the way back to the Fountain of the King were we pushed, step by agonizing step. Lord Ecthelion leaning on Lord Tuor for support, his grievous wound bleeding. Then Gothmog strode forth and Lord Tuor interposed himself between that Captain of Angband and Lord Ecthelion while he refreshed himself from the Fountain. Swept away by Gothmog’s fearsome ebon axe was Lord Tuor. All round them battle was had and the lesser beasts surged. Then did Lord Ecthelion, envigored from his quaff of the Fountain’s nectar, jump between Gothmog and Lord Tuor. Blow after blow they traded, once, twice, thrice. My Grandsire called to his friend, Lord Tuor, “Fly” said he, “find yours and save what ye can of the Gondolindrim. Lay a kiss on Eärendil for me and bid him think of me when the sound of flutes he hears.” And in sorrow did Lord Tuor depart with those of his House, and those of the House of the Fountain knew ‘twould be their last day, that they were the rear guard and hold they must to give the rest time. Twas then my Granddame gave my mother to Lord Tuor and bid him keep her well, then turned did she and into the fray she went, sword in hand. Anon, Lord Ecthelion, wounded as he were, lost his sword. And Gothmog did delight and roar. His breath was hot from the infernal fires that sustained him. And they wavered then, to their eternal shame. For they saw my Grandsire fall. But Lord Ecthelion wavered not. No, even taller than the tallest of them did he rise and charged Gothmog. With the diamond tipped spike of his helm he pierced that beast near where his heart would be if one did beat in his chest. And then Lord Ecthelion grappled the beast and he tipped Gothmog into the King’s Fountain and a gout of steam erupted and the water was aboil. There did perish Gothmog, Lord of Balrogs, his inner fire quenched and with him went their fair Lord Ecthelion, my Grandsire. Four Balrogs would he kill that day. Aroused from their stupor, shame still fresh on their cheeks they yelled, Ecthelion, and at that the forces of the Enemy did quake. And they charged their hated foes. A drip with their blood and gore were they. A century of orcs I swear each killed at the Fountain. Ecthelion, again they yelled. Each time brought fear in the enemy. But there were so many. And then the drakes appeared. Ecthelion they yelled, yet ‘twas not now so loud as few of them there were, and into the roiling mass of fell creatures they flung themselves. And so ended Lord Ecthelion and the House of the Fountain." Darian looks and sees eyes heavy with sleep and some already asleep. And he too drifts off. As the morning comes Darian is awake and removes Gorthang's arm from him. "Passing strange these customs" he thinks to himself. "Mayhap I shall talk to him about this. But not now." Darian walks to Captain Geen and listens to the plan and asks but one question, "Do we know how long 'twil take the dumbwaiter to travel up and down? For in that time Shaylyn and I will be alone. Still, it matters little for we shall do what is needed until reinforcements arrive." After speaking his piece he sees Ulric whisper in Captain Geen's ear. He waits to see what comes of that.

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[Azure Nokori]

Originally Posted by Sylivis

I don't mind this, but the changes to the stats should be reflected by your character's past experiences. you need to justify why you are different from the rest of your race.

Thank you.
I've gone round and round and finally come to a decision. I'll be going Ranger. So I'll probably keep the stats as they are, but do have ideas how to make any changes justified in my backstory.
Will hopefully be finished over the weekend.

[Azure Nokori]

New Application Name: Glun "Felix" G'luu Race: Grung Class: Ranger Background: Spy Allignment: Neutral Good Appearence and Personality: Grung, frog-like people. Imagine a a frog the size of a halfling. Now paint it red. That would be Felix, or Glun G'luu as he'd be called in Grung. The Grung reach adult hood in but a year, now being a 3 year old Grung, as Felix is, would put him as young adult in human years. But he is not like any other Grung though, having been outside their system his entire life. Where the Grung look down on other races, Felix had lived amongst them and loved them. Unlike most Grung he was suave and debonaire, learning the ways of society by watching the gentleman in Thalendrum. Trait: I am always calm, no matter what the situation. I never raise my voice or let my emotions control me. Ideal: Freedom. Tyrants must not be allowed to oppress the people. Bond: Everything I do is for the common people. Flaw: I can't resist a pretty face. History: We left the jungle was I was just a tadpole....Ha, there's some frog humor for you. Call a young Grung what you like, it'll run you through all the same. Anyway...yes...we left the jungle when I was young. I remember very little, next to nothing. Perhaps the smell? But then again that was most probably conjured up in my runaway mind. My parents are...were.. spies you see. They were sent out into the "outside" world, to the town of Thalendrum, to monitor the "stock". There's an expression in Grung "Plup loooopu Talnudoo g'chu gu." It means as big as a Thalendrum boy. And that's why we were there. Thalendrum boys made the best slaves. We lived amongst them, disguised. I had no idea what my parents did. I just knew that when I went outside, I had to be "human". I only found out their occupation at the end. There is another saying though. "Yuulu e goop ugo ugol" - A wolf amongst dogs is a dog. Being amongst the Thalendians changed my parents. They became, what you would say, good. They stopped sending boys to be slaves. They defied orders. They became outcast, marked and hunted. It wasn't long until the assassins came. The streets of Thalendrum became littered with the bodies of Grung. Citizens had no idea for years why boys kept going missing, and now things were getting even worse. The night my parents died, I discovered their secret. I didn't understand it. Not having really grown up a wolf, I've always been a dog. Thalendrum was my home though. Not that I could walk around freely, but I knew the people. I had shopped at its market, played with the children, snuck into the tavern. I once kissed a girl...but she got sick...But Thalendrum was home and now someone else would be coming to take my parents place. Thats why I went to the mayor. Thats why I told him everything. "As big as Thalendrum boys." They were big, but they were not fighter. Farmers, carries of corn, not swords. The Grungiest would be coming...if I failed. This is why I'm here, back in Palmania. Seeking out the Grung, my family, to tell them the Thalendians had risen and trying to claim them now would be suicide. Maybe most of what I'll say is a lie, but all I need to do is scare them off...or at least get the Thalendians enough time to become stronger. Previous role-playing experience: I've been on RPGX for 5 years or so. I post frequently, except for a year or so hiatus. I will hopefully get my 4,000 post soon. I also DM an in person game once a month. Anything you want us to know?: Roleplay Sample: https://www.rpgcrossing.com/showthre...68#post9469968 Prior to this post, my character, Lily, had just killed cultist after cultist in Hoard of the Dragon Queen. The group was trying to question the cultists, but Lily kept accidentally killing them.

[cappucina]

Noon is complete. Though, if you want to read it over and let me know if you want more details anywhere I would be happy to continue working that out.

[Touketsu]

It's taken me a while to get back and complete my app, and I'm honestly seeing a lot of really solid characters in the ring. Out of fairness, I'm going to unfortunately have to bow out and leave more room for people who have been here with immediately ready applications.

The game looks like it's going to be a blast. Good luck to all of you!