[D&D-5e] Fireside Tales.

[Seekr34]

True, there is. I try not to go below 12 in any ability scores because you may need a good roll for a particular skill now and then.

[Grouchy]

App complete.

Character Concept Name: Karthugg Race: Variant Human (Orphan Raised by Orcs) Class: Barbarian Alignment: Was Chaotic Neutral but leaning towards Chaotic Good. Homeland: Blood-Maw Tribe, Nether Mountains. Mechanical Background: Outlander (Tribal Marauder) Appearance: Karthugg is a tall, broad-shouldered man with a wide torso and heavy limbs. His short oily black hair is shaggy and cut crudely, with thick sideburns and an unkempt beard growing from his chin. His skin is heavily weathered and his body is adorned with small ugly-looking scars that denote a life of hard living. He is heavy browed giving him a primal appearance, and his piercing gray eyes remind you of a bird of prey. His wide nose is flat and appears to have been broken in the past, yet it did not heal properly so it has a crooked appearance. Two angry-looking scars adorn the left side of his face - one short that ends at the top of his eyelid, and the other a long gouging wound that ends near his lips. Because of this scar, his mouth appears to be pulled up almost in a smirk on this side of his face. His right ear is badly mangled, as it appears the top was bitten off by human-looking teeth. He wears crude looking clothing of buckskin with thick black stitches, with the shoulders, collars, and top of his boots adorned with the fur of a gray wolf. Around his neck is a leather loop from which hangs what appears to be several finger bones of humanoid origin. He wears a massive curved two handed sword on his back that is clearly of orcish origin. From a sturdy looking leather belt around his waist hangs a pair of large metal meat cleavers and a crudely stitched pouch. On his back is a worn looking backpack with a handmade quiver stitched on the right side holding several hunting spears. Personality: Brash, aggressive, and stubborn, Karthugg is a difficult person to get along with. He has a short temper, especially when he feels he is being disrespected, and tends to prefer action over introspection. He prefers the most direct route to an objective, and once he makes up his mind he cannot be easily swayed. His posture reminds you of a wolf on the prowl, and he has a habit of growling or barking loudly to send warning to others or to agree with something said. He is stoic and refuses to show any kind of weakness, for once a foe sees your weakness they will exploit it until you are conquered. He is surprisingly cunning and sharp, and has a good head for tactics, yet his impatience means he will only consider a simple plan before putting it into action. He has a deep disdain for most civilized folk - he sees them as weak and spineless. However, due to his relationship with the Rolfes, he is starting to see that not all civilized folk are bad and that it actually feels strangely comforting to do acts for another without expecting any payment in return.   Karthugg owes his life to his desire to fight. He was only a baby when he was taken from the small farming town the Blood-Maw tribe had razed to the ground, and has always assumed both of his birth parents died that day. He too would have been dead that day if Warchief Shulzar had passed by his cottage. But for whatever reasons, his cries attracted the attention of the Warchief who picked the child up at arm's length and eyed him critically. As the Warchief would later tell Karthugg, he was of good human stock as a baby but that meant he was inferior stock to an orc. He was just about to throw the infant into the fireplace to grant it a quick death when his mate Borba entered and saw him. Shulzar and Borba had tried for children for a long time, but the healers told Borba she was barren so they would never have a child. Though unusual for orcs to choose an infant as their own, the Blood-Maw frequently took prisoners for slave labor so the Chieftain of the Blood-Maws, the mighty Wubdagog, allowed it. And thus Karthugg was named and became a Blood-Maw. For a human growing up in an orc tribe, life was brutal. The other orc children delighted in torturing Karthugg who quickly learned he needed to fight back as viciously as he could to protect himself. Although his strength made him the equal of the other orcs, it was his cunning that truly set him apart and allowed him to overcome some of his challengers and earn himself some respect. Eventually he befriended his blood brother Azuk and the two were inseparable. Hard labor and war drills made up much of a young orc's day, and Karthugg was no exception. Wrestling was also an important part of their education, and it was during a rather spirited match when Karthugg received the bite mark to his ear. When the tribal initiation into the warrior ranks began, Karthugg had to petition three times to take the test - he was considered a second class tribesman due to his human heritage, and although talented in the war drills none had the confidence he would make a worthy marauder. With Warchief Shulzar's urging, however, Cheftain Wubdagog allowed it and Karthugg was the first Blood-Maw to pass the test unscathed (he will never state what exactly the test entailed, but has hinted it has something to do with grueling endurance and fighting a wolf with your bare hands). He was now a full fleged marauder, and began partaking in raids and skirmishes with other tribes. When Warchief Shulzar fell in battle against the Throat-Biter tribe, Karthugg quickly realized he had lost his protection. Warchief Shulzar was highly respected, so they treated Karthugg with grudging respect while Shulzar was alive. With Shulzar dead, even despite the efforts of Borba Karthugg's status with the tribe was now in jeopardy. Chieftain Wubdagog had a simple test for Karthugg to prove his loyalty - fight another orc in unarmed combat, conquer him, and he could stay. Chieftain Wubdagog is a cunning chief however, and knew exactly how to manipulate Karthugg. Karthugg's opponent would be his best friend Azuk. On the day of his honor trial, the two men fought each other fiercely with fists, feet, skull and teeth. But in the end it was Karthugg who stood victorious over his defeated friend. It was then when the Chieftain laid the ultimatum - kill his defeated opponent, and be welcomed back into the tribe. Refuse, and be banished forever. Karthugg, loyal to his friend to the end, refused. Chieftain Wubdagog crushed Azuk's skull with his mighty hammer of war and banished Karthugg from Blood-Maw lands. He was subsequently viciously beaten and then rolled down their part of the Nether Mountains until he reached the bottom, all of his belongings soon following behind to remove his mark from the Blood-Maw forever. Karthugg was mortally injured when he was found by a traveling merchant couple. Alaistair Rolfe is an honest and generous man, and his wife Beatrice is one of the kindest women you could meet. The two had just buried their son Mattis the summer before, so when they found Karthugg when he was left for dead the two kind souls immediately took him in and nursed him back to health without even asking for a dime. They were the first humans Karthugg had ever had a discussion with, and the two softened his heart and showed him that not everyone in the world was out to cause him harm. He managed to repay their kindness in full, as when the two were set upon by a trio of brigands, despite his wounds Karthugg sprung into action and managed to slay all three, saving the lives of the Rolfes. Now nursed back to health, Karthugg has decided to part ways with the Rolfes but has promised to keep in touch - he must make his own way in the world now. Despite their offers Karthugg has continued to keep his name and his possessions from the Blood-Maw tribe. He is only banished because of the current Chieftain. If there is a new Chieftain, Karthugg could return. Or, Karthugg muses, someday he could return and become Chieftain through an honorable trial by combat. Whichever path he chooses however, he has made a blood-oath to his fallen brother Azuk to avenge his death. And once a Blood-Maw makes a blood oath, a Blood-Maw either sees it to the end or dies trying.   The Blood-Maw tribe was led by a Chieftain, with a Warchief as his assistant. Bandmasters were the junior leaders, those making sure the marauders (the grunts) behaved. All male orcs (and many female orcs) were hunters and warriors and expected to be as such - any male who did not make the cut was treated as a second class member, and these inferior orcs often left the tribe in shame or killed themselves. Orc children did lots of manual labor and assisted with arms and supplies until they were old enough to partake in the war drills. In-fighting and duels were common place, and rarely a day passed where someone's blood wasn't staining the dirt of the mountain for one reason or another. A superstitious lot, they were deferential to the healers and spirit guides and regularly engaged in pagan rituals of animal sacrifice and blood drinking. Might makes right in the Blood-Maw tribe - those who are not yet of warrior age are taken care of, but once you have passed the honor trial and are considered a warrior, what you eat and own is all due to your own strength. Before significant battles, the Blood-Maw will take the blood of a freshly killed animal and draw monstrous fangs on their face to honor the spirits of their ancestors.

[Gilgameshi]

Whew!

I may have enjoyed fleshing her out more than warranted, but Blooms' application is finished, pending feedback! Comments and questions are very much welcome.

[penbeast0]

Originally Posted by Seekr34

Well, there's a couple of ways you can do this.
1.) whatever your character class is, put the higher numbers among the top three you need.
2.) or, keep the stats high for everything, just put 15 down for five of them and 16 for the 6th one.

we can mix the individual numbers as desired rather than having to roll in groups of 3's?

[danab]

Aw heck, why not? No clue what I'd want to apply with yet. Maybe a randomizer again...

Link to rolls

[Master of Monsters]

Originally Posted by penbeast0

we can mix the individual numbers as desired rather than having to roll in groups of 3's?

Thats correct, but each stat can only use exactly 3 dice from your pool. What 3 is your choice. Greater customization.

[Master of Monsters]

Originally Posted by danab

Aw heck, why not? No clue what I'd want to apply with yet. Maybe a randomizer again...

Link to rolls

Happy to see you!

[SnakeOilCharmer]

Application Name: Death Rattle Race: Kenku Alignment: Lawful Neutral Class: Grave Cleric Homeland: Baldur's Gate Background: Acolyte Description: A short and sickly-looking creature, Death Rattle's sinewy frame speaks to the poor nutrition she received growing up as an impoverished fledgling in the Outer City of Baldur's Gate. She is constantly fidgeting, and gives the impression of being full of nervous energy. She wears dark-colored robes, which could as easily be taken for those of an assassin as of the priestess she is. Beneath her robes, she has several patches of skin where feathers no longer grow, her torso instead covered by the scars of childhood disease. Her eyes are a particularly striking blue color, but they are usually hidden by the shadow of the hood which covers her head at all times. Personality: Rattle is an introverted character. Like most Kenku, she can speak only in mimicry of others, and is extremely self-conscious of this fact around people of other races. She has a fierce faith in her god, Kelemvor, and speaks primarily in quotations from his scriptures. Death Rattle tries to follow the precepts of her religion dutifully, but there are a lot, and she struggles to remember all of them. She is constantly fearful of forgetting some minor tenet and drawing the wrath of her god. Contrastingly, she is extremely brave with regard to external threats, as she has no fear of death, providing that she dies in good standing with Kelemvor. In fact, she secretly yearns to die before she can mess up too badly. Rattle lacks self-confidence, and will let others take the lead in groups, speaking up only to agree, choose between, or propose slight modifications to plans suggested by others. She is constantly on the look out for omens from her god, and tries to rely on these to guide her decisions whenever possible. Backstory:   Known as Shattering Pot (or rather, to her flockmates, the sound made by such an event) as a child, Death Rattle grew up amongst a flock of petty thieves, despised even by their neighbors in the run-down outer city. As a child, she learned the ignoble arts of stealth and purse-snatching almost as soon as she could walk, but she would not grow up to be a hardened criminal like the rest of the group. The defining event of Rattle's upbringing was one of the waves of Sewer Plague that swept the outer city once a decade or so. Along with the majority of her friends and family, Shattering Pot contracted the disease, and became unwell to the point where it was difficult to perceive that she still lived. Tossed uncaringly atop a pile of corpses, Shattering Pot was spared when Vysora, a priestess of the god of death, came to collect the bodies in order that they be burned in accordance with Kelemvor's will. For whatever reason, though, it was clear to Vysora that it was not yet this one disease-ravaged fledgling's time. Shattering Pot was healed by Vysora's divine magic, and raised within the small family that was their order, within the tenement house that passed for their temple. Shattering Pot was a diligent student, if not a gifted one, and through years of hard study, not to mention hours spent preparing corpses to Vysora's exacting requirements, Shattering Pot herself became one of Kelemvor's initiated. It was at this point that she took the onomatopoeic name of Death Rattle, the sound which signified the crossing of Kelemvor's barrier between this world and the next. Death Rattle went about her duties conscientiously, and became a well-liked member of the temple family. She seldom ventured outside except in the course of her duties, save to visit the only other survivor of her flock - a male called Roaring Fire, who had taken advantage of the death of so many rivals to become a master thief, and a significant player in the Baldur's Gate underworld. As time passed, Vysora became aged and infirm, and more of the task of representing Kelemvor in the city fell to Rattle. As she ventured through the winding streets in search of bodies, and sick requiring healing, she saw more and more of what she interpreted as omens from her god. These drew her away from her home city for the first time in her life. Often, Kelemvor's signs would lead her to villages filled with victims of diseases like the one that had afflicted her, or pockets of undead abominations which required wiping out. Everywhere she went, she sought out other death clergy, eager to seek other perspectives on the wisdom of the Lord of Death.

[danab]

Application WiP Name: Ynvard Snome Race: Human (Variant) Alignment: Lawful Good Class: Ranger (Swarkeeper Conclave) Homeland: Waterdeep Background: Cloistered Scholar Appearance: Ynvard usually seems much shorter than he is. Often stooped over some recent discovery or project he's currently pursuing, it's not until he gets up that most realize just how tall and broad shouldered he actually is. With his dark red hair and beard coupled with his hooded blue eyes one could be forgiven for mistaking him for a Northlander, if not for his style of clothing. Suits and coats, made of twill, and cut in the gnomish style; an affect he gained from his time in Lantan. Personality:

[Kenjitsu]

Application Name: Ken Jitsu Race: Half-Elf Alignment: Chaotic Good Class: Rogue Homeland: Phandilin, but currently living in Hlath Background: Entertainer Appearance: A good looking young man of average height and build wearing simple leather and carrying a lute, with short brown hair, a scruffy beard and hazel eyes whistling or humming a happy tune as he walks down the street. His voice is solid baritone, yet soothing as he talks with a sparkle in his eye, which seems to help put you at ease and feel you can trust him. Personality: Always appears to be in a good mode and willing to help others. Very friendly and polite and willing to strike up conversation with anyone as if they had always been friends. Does not like seeing innocent people get hurt and will jump to defend them without thinking of the consequences. He does not try to be heroic, but at the same time, he will not sit idle while innocent people are being threatened.   Background Details Personality Traits I'll settle for nothing less than perfection. Nobody stays angry at me or around me for long, since I can defuse any amount of tension. Ideal Creativity: The world is in need of new ideas and bold action. (Chaotic) Bond My instrument is my most treasured possession, and it reminds me of a dear friend I miss. Flaw I once satirized a noble who still wants my head. It was a mistake that I will likely repeat.   Ken was the youngest of seven children to a loving couple struggling to put food on the table in a small town of Phandilin, a small mining and farming community just north of the Sword Mountains that has had a patched history having been destroyed several times by orc invasions. But the community is dedicated to making it their home. Ken’s father, Hunter, ironically is a Human miner working to restore Wave Echo Cave that used to be shared with the Dwarves centuries ago. While Hunter works in the mind, his mother Tina, a beautiful wood elf, and his brothers, Shem, Ham, and Japheth, and his sisters, Sarah, Rebekah and Rachel, all worked their little farm to provide for themselves. Ken and his friend Haman from another large but struggling family both wanted to leave their homes and see the world. The two of them would often go off exploring the woods after they finished their chores. They were close as brothers until they got into a fight over a girl, whom they both shared affections for. It became a competition to win her heart and all was fair in love in war. Their constant attempts was first flattering to Deborah, but eventually became too stressful for her. After a tense and heated argument between the two boys in front of her, she ran off into the woods to escape the noise. She had not returned that night and the community bonded together to search the woods. They found what was left of her body after a wild bear. Haman blamed Ken and vowed to make him pay. The two never talked again. A year or two after that incident, during the winter festival that community celebrated with a feast, a traveling bard had been commissioned to entertain the town folk. Despite the bleak conditions, the bard, David, was able to make the people laugh with his funny stories he told while playing the lute. Sometimes while telling a story, it would stop playing and preform magic that would just further highlight the humor of the stories. His performance was well crafted, and the magic seemed real at times, though most of it was sleight of hand. After the show, Ken talked with David and the two of them hit it off. Before calling it a night, David asked the young boy if he would be interested in going with him. Ken said he would give it some thought and let him know in the morning. With nine mouths to feed, there never seemed to be enough food on the table. Ken wasn’t as strong as his brothers, so he was limited on what he could do on the farm. It did not take Ken long to make up his mind that he wanted to go with David. After talking with the father, he convinced him that he could better help the family by making some money and sending it home. The bard had made a good impression on his parents during the festival, and they felt like they could trust him, so it did not take long for them to agree to let him go. Ken was not only excited to finally be able to see the world, but also to get away from Haman who had been getting darker since Deborah’s death. Traveling with David was a never-ending adventure. Ken’s education on entertaining started before they even left the town. David gave his lute to Ken and started teaching him how to play, making him practice while they walked to the next town. At night while they were camping, David would teach the boy how to help assist him with his performances, showing him some slight of hand tricks to practice and showman techniques to help accent the performance. Ken was a quick study and he enjoyed the work, his education went pretty smoothly and he was able to pick up some new skills and talents, like singing harmony while playing the lute to allow David to focus on doing some magic while telling stories. The bard could see that the boy was a natural, so his true training began. David confided that he was with the Harpers and often was given missions that required a different skill set, like sneaking around in the dark and pick locks. Again, Ken was up to the challenge and quickly picked up whatever David taught him. Outside of a few missions that required recovering certain documents, the only way to practice these new skills was on ordinary people in the town’s that they visited. David refused to ever steal from the innocent, but rich people who were oppressive was a different story. It started out picking pockets during the performances, but later extended into second story work at night. There was a rush to break into and leaving without a trace. Unfortunately, not all attempts were successful. Once while passing through Spandeliyon the capital of Altumbel, they had the misfortune of setting off some alarms at Darwin and Minerva Mayflower’s estate, some minor nobility. Although they were not caught, per se, they were already suspicious of outsiders and no one else would have dared to break in. The two disappeared in the night, successful with taking the gems they sought, but needing to leave Altumbel never to return. Once, when the two were in Waterdeep, David had a mission to find a stolen item and return it to the Harpers. David introduced Ken to his contacts in the thief’s guild to get details about who had stolen the item and where it was suspected to be kept. The only obstacle was a second-rate wizard who was charged with guarding it. Dave, the wizard, was from the school of Abjuration and had set alarms around the building. This was both awe inspiring and educational for Ken to watch David systematically locate and disable each alarm with magic. Ken really wanted to learn magic, but despite David’s efforts, Ken just did not have the knack for the Bard’s magic. Regardless, Ken was enthralled with how real magic worked in unison with David’s other skills to get in and out with the stolen object and leaving without a trace. Unfortunately, since it was Dave’s job to guard the item, he was severally punished for his failure. David heard through some channels that Dave vowed to find whoever cost him his job and make them pay. Luckily, David also heard that Dave had no idea who did it. David never did tell Ken what the stolen object was. Ken continued to try to learn even the simplest of David’s magic, but it was decided that he would need to seek out a different teacher, starting with a wizard. David was given another mission in the High Forest, home of the elves. Again, it was to retrieve something that was stolen and to be returned to the Harpers. The two traveled to Karse and was able to locate where the item was, and like the previous time, Ken was amazed while watching David dismantle all the alarms and traps. But unlike last time, they were not able to leave without a trace. The item itself was somehow enchanted to set off an alarm if it left its location. Once that alarm was set off, more alarms were triggered as the two of them used every trick they knew to evade pursuers. Although they were successful with returning the stolen item, which David again did not reveal to Ken, the person in charge of guarding it was a trained assassin and a lot more competent. A mistake that would catch up with them. One night, while Ken was out pulling a second story job solo, he returned to find his mentor and friend dead. The Harpers contacted Ken to let him know that it was the assassin Mori, who caught up with David. Mori’s quest for vengeances seems to have been quenched with David’s death, disregarding the boy’s involvement as only being a tool. Going forward, Ken will have nightmares from time to time of waking up and seeing Mori’s face. The lute that David gave him is now his most treasured possession, and often brings back happy memories of their early days on the road. Ken tried to pick up their old routine of traveling from town to town picking up work wherever they could find it. In one of the towns, Ken was commissioned to play for a Duke named David Smith. While at the event, Ken notice the Duke being rude to the servants, treating them like dirt. Still feeling depressed about his own friend dying, he focused his pain and frustration into a little satire about the Duke of Donkeys. Unfortunately, too many people picked up on the subject of the song being the Duke and explained to him that the song was about him. This infuriated the Duke and ordered his guards to seize the entertainer. Fortunately, Ken was able to escape, but the Duke has sworn to mount his head on his wall as an example to other entertainers who might consider making fun of him. While Ken is on friendly terms with the Harpers, he has decided to try to make an honest living and just focus on becoming an entertainer instead of an entertain-spy. He has moved to Hlath, a busy port city and has found a Tavern Inn called the Rusty Anchor where he earns room and board for entertaining at night and makes decent earnings from the tips of the patrons. Ken has even taken an eye with the Innkeeper’s daughter, Holly, who works as one of the serving girls. He earned a lot of respect with her father, Frank, when a sailor tried to get a little too friendly with her. Holly did her best to discourage and then escape from the man’s clutches, but it was quickly becoming a scene until Ken jumped off the stage, danced across several tables and landed on top of the drunk sailor that rendered the offending man unconscious. That also earned Ken cheers and applause from the crowd who were thoroughly entertained by the show. Although Ken has started putting down roots and is considering settling down with Holly, making the Rusty Anchor his home, there are some nights that he misses the adventures he had with his friend David. On occasion, Little Don, a representative of the Harpers, stops by for a drink and the two of them share stories and rumors and generally have a good time. It is funny that they call him Little Don, because he stands almost seven feet tall. Ken can only guess why they call him Little Don. Likewise, there is a man from the Thieves’ Guild, John, who stops by for a bite to eat. Who knows if that is his real name or not, but it is the only name he shares with him. They also share stories and information about who is coming and going in the port. Occasionally, he might be enlisted to help pick a lock, but he vowed never to steal in his hometown because he never wanted to be forced to have to run away.   Type Details Motivation Ken really wants to learn magic and is in search of a wizard to teach him (but he will ultimately go down the path of becoming a Hexblade Warlock). Hope Ken has always wanted a Stone of Good Luck. He has been searching for one for the past couple of years. Secret His childhood friend Haman blames him for the death of Deborah, their shared loved interest, and has vowed to kill him. Fear Duke David Smith, a noble Ken once satirized, wants his head. Fear/Secrets Although the assassin, Mori, was able to get his revenge on his mentor, there are still the minor Nobles Darwin and Minerva Mayflower and that darn second-rate wizard, Dave, that are still looking for him. Perhaps once they learn the bard is dead, they might stop looking for the Ken. But there is no way to know for sure that his past will not catch up with him. Hopes There is a girl that he is interested in, Holly, who works at the Rusty Anchor where he currently is preforming nightly for his room and board. Maybe this is the one? Maybe this is the place to settle down? Secret Even though he wants to settle down, he misses the excitement of doing missions with his old friend, the bard from the Harpers.   Network Local Contact Standing Entertainer's Guild Kristin Good Standing, stays current Thieves' Guild John Good Standing, although does not really check in any more Harper's Faction Little Don Good Terms, but not officially part of the faction Miner's Guild in Phandilin Frank (his father) Good Standings, but hasn't been back there since he left 5 years ago   Ken Jitsu Link to Stat Rolls and allocations

[Master of Monsters]

Originally Posted by Kenjitsu

This sounds like fun. Looking forward to spending the week creating a character to explore this world.

Cant see what you put up. Dont delay though! If i get tons of apps i may select a bit sooner. 3/1 is a fair estimate, but if i make it to like 12 to 15 apps i might call it off. Especially if i have a bunch i like.

[ElderOblex]

This seems fun! Posting interest!

Application WiP Name: Igan Bersk Race: Damaran HumanHuman variant* Alignment: Chaotic Good Class: Fighter Homeland: Waterdeep Background: Mercenary Veteran Physical Appearance: Heavily armoured under a thick ink-stained moss-coloured woolen cloak, Igan - 'Egg' to his friends - stands at a height past six feet and walks with confident, sure-footed strides. His tawny skin marked him to many as Damaran in heritage, though the gray eyes would give one pause as to his exact mix. The round shield strapped to his broad back bore the marks of the Riven Shield in Waterdeep, though the longsword scabbarded and strapped behind that looked plain and ordinary; so did the morningstar which hung by his hip. The blade was made with dwarven steel, however. Black leather trousers framed Egg's muscular legs, and sturdy, mud-marked leather boots that had seen better days adorned his feet. The helmet he carried under his arm was usually worn when on bodyguard duty. It was a gift from an older client from the Sea Ward, who fancied him. It was supposed to look like a skull in order to make him look more intimidating, but the shape of it resembled more of an egg than anything, which was how Igan first got the nickname.   It's pretty hard to catch a break in the City of Splendors, especially if your dad just dies on the job leaving you and your younger sister horribly in debt with the wrong kind of people and left to suddenly fend for themselves. Luc Bersk, Igan's Pa, was always tough as nails and possessed a wanderlust that influenced both his darling children. Igan had always looked up to his father as an adventurer, and learned all the man could teach; and Luc knew a lot. The city of Waterdeep was always so full of activity and mystery to young Igan, and he eagerly joined his father in the mercenary profession. Ileen joined them too, but for her it was more of an obligation, not a passion. She beat Igan with the sword seven times out of ten, but always felt their way of life was just temporary; a waystop for something more, something greater. She didn't know what that something was, though, so Igan made it a point to tease her as often as he could about the subject until she punched him so hard in the stomach he couldn't eat for two days and kept passing gas. Igan's Ma Mildred stayed in their home in the Dock Ward, managing a small fishing gig. So yeah, the wrong kind of people. Igan's father was very excited when he first receive the job from Skullport; he went alone to meet the contact, so Egg and Ileen didn't know who their employer was. Luc only said they were powerful, rich, willing to spend a lot of coin to do a simple item retrieval somewehre in the Undermountain, under the Yawning Portal. Luc said it was probably a Masked Lord who hired them; Egg wasn't so sure. The next part of the job was to meet up with some bloke called Sdoke, who would serve as a guide to the location. The man was charming and friendly, even bringing a bottle of some newfangled drink that he said was the prize their mysterious employer hired them to retrieve. It wasn't wine; Ileen drunk like a fish, and loved the stuff; she loved this stuff too, but she said there was not a bit of moonshine in it. Luc drank as well, and so did Egg, out of politeness, to return the salute given by Sdoke. Egg didn't like getting drunk; he could be pretty violent. Arm wrestling though, now that was his go-to tavern staple! Earned a bit of coin on a good arm wrestle with some overconfident mooks. Anyway, this drink - Sdoke called it kaf, of all things, said it was an ancient brewing ritual - was black as night and bitter as the Nine Hels. It made Egg feel... strong, though; energized. Like he had just gotten a long rest kind of boost. Sdoke said if they retrieved the source down in the forgotten wizard stronghold in the Undermountain, their employer would be one of the richest beverage magnates there was in Waterdeep. Yeah, well, that didn't happen. Egg actually didn't know exactly what happened in the hours after that conversation with Sdoke. He remembered blacking out; he remembered walking, as if someone else was moving his body; he remembered seeing Ileen, walking beside him, staring at him with the same horrified, disoriented, disembodied stare Egg must have had too when he looked at his sister. When he came to, Luc was lying on a pool of his own blood, pale and empty-eyed and looking very much dead. Egg was surrounded by a ring of dwarves, bugbears, goblins... There was no sign of Ileen, nor of the man who called himself Sdoke. "W-Where's... Ileen? What. Happened? Da...?" "You attacked us. Dumb, that." The voice didn't come from the gangsters circling Egg, but it made him shiver nonetheless. A form appeared behind them, hulking, stinking, shadowy. When the henchmen parted to make way and the light of the Skullport torches shown on it, Egg realized with horror that Luc's employer was no Masked Lord; it was a many-eyestalked monster. "Hired you to get me the Night Bean. Sdoke is a TRAITOR!" The toothy beholder suddenly spat, spittle spattering on Egg, his henchmen, and the floor. "Betrayed me. Betrayed you, too. He sent you here, controlled your small brains somehow; that one confessed it, before he died." The thing pointed with a studdy arm to Luc. "Get me the Bean, boy. Pay your pa's debt. Might even give you a bonus, if you bring me Sdoke's head, too. Fail, and it's your smooth little head I'll drink from instead."   Trait: You can win battles by being strong, but you survive by being smart. I like people who are both. I've come to like protecting others; the actual kind, not the sodding gangster-kind. Ideal: Family. Sure, gold gets me places, but it's the people I love who are worth living and dying for. Bond: I refuse to believe my sister Ileen is dead. I'll find her one day, and bring her back to Ma. Flaw: Look, I said I love people, so why'd you have to make me choose between them and a rare spellbook?!   Mildred Bersk, fishmonger residing in the Dock Ward of Waterdeep, mother of Igan and Ileen Bersk. Currently not in speaking terms with Egg due to Ileen's disappearance. Ileen Bersk, adventurer, Igan's younger sister. Had Has prodigious talent in tactics and healing arts. Drinks like a fish, wine afficionado. Whereabouts unknown, presumed dead.

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[Kenjitsu]

Originally Posted by Master of Monsters

Cant see what you put up. Dont delay though! If i get tons of apps i may select a bit sooner. 3/1 is a fair estimate, but if i make it to like 12 to 15 apps i might call it off. Especially if i have a bunch i like.

Man, I would hate if you selected characters before I had a chance to submit something. So I starting putting my notes down in my application to give you the general idea where I am going. But I will try to dedicate some time this week to flesh things out all proper like, at least by the end of day Thursday.

As it is, there are already so many names and places I need to come up with and stories around those events. Speaking of which, I need a second rate wizard for my backstory who is chasing my character. I was planning on making one up, but if you have one in the world, I would be willing to put him in.

[Master of Monsters]

Originally Posted by Kenjitsu

Man, I would hate if you selected characters before I had a chance to submit something. So I starting putting my notes down in my application to give you the general idea where I am going. But I will try to dedicate some time this week to flesh things out all proper like, at least by the end of day Thursday.

As it is, there are already so many names and places I need to come up with and stories around those events. Speaking of which, I need a second rate wizard for my backstory who is chasing my character. I was planning on making one up, but if you have one in the world, I would be willing to put him in.

I'll keep an eye out for it then! I normally let people know, that way it is in the open. I've waited before and end up have people decide not to apply, so I try to be clear up front and avoid it being delayed!

[Maestrosity]

There's a vast timeline in the Forgotten Realms. Does this campaign take place after the Second Sundering? The reason I'm asking is that I'm planning on applying with a Mulhorandi character. Mulhorand was greatly affected by things like the Spellplague.