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Old 09-24-2019, 02:52 AM
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please beware that halflings and drow were the enemy in this war! (I personally would really like to have it explained how you ended up in this group consisting mainly of ex-militia that had fought on the opposing side.)
Hey now, my backstory hasn't been filled in yet.

Actually, thanks for reminding me of that. Of course, my RP sample already includes a built-in reason for my character to be as far away from the Order of the Black Rose as possible. That is, unless they had a really lax policy about insubordination and deserting. Also includes a way to at least get his foot in the door with the other side. I mean, it's not like he has the medieval equivalent of: "They maliciously violated the contract after forgetting the NDAs" or anything
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Old 09-24-2019, 04:31 AM
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Not sure how well I've answered your questions, @Xalnaga, but feel free to take another gander at Ungrim.

Also, thanks for the mention, @penbeast0! Don't think Ungrim would care much for a Drow Queen, and he probably wouldn't feel at east around Cirle either unless he saw her bathing in drow blood.
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Old 09-24-2019, 05:32 AM
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Does the Kingdom span the entire continent, or just a part of it? Are there neighboring kingdoms or fiefs (maybe places exclusively populated by a specific race?), potential islands or other close continents?

Second question, given that you are looking for up to 10 players, how likely are you to take two of the same main class? The character in my mind would probably be an Rogue and given Daendil's implication in this process I was wondering if there would be room for a second one, although quite different in concept (I was thinking about an arcane trickster probably).
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Old 09-24-2019, 06:10 AM
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Auron, Not all Halflings lived in the Rasfark Principality (who used the death of the old king as their opportunity to rebel). Some in the wider kingdom returned to the Halfling nation to fight their dwarven oppressors but not all. Plenty stayed in the homes they made for themselves.

Sacral. If I'm being honest Class doesn't normally come into my selection process. If we end up with 10 warlocks then that's what'll happen because they are the best apps that should create the best possible party for our story.

As for your other question. Udinthau is surrounded by Mountains. To the far far north, passed the Dead Sea, is a wild land. To the west over the mountains is the land of the orcs and other savage beasts. East through the Rasfark Principality hasn't had any work done to it so is ablajk slate. To the south is a vast ocean as this stage that also is a blank canvas.
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Interested from the buzz surrounding this game. At this stage Ganzorig has been left ambiguous so as to build him better in

Ganzorig Batukhan
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Name: Ganzorig Batukhan
Race: Hill Dwarf
Class: Fighter BattlemasterHeaded for Tempest Cleric multiclass...

Role Play Sample:

"If only we found the spell that broke the Black Thorn Fort! Imagine the power… It would be as if Falaeb herself had come down from the clouds."

The children; wastrels and waifs all, gathered to hear the traveller’s stories. Ganzorig was happy to oblige. His stories were derived from real events but he always changed details to his liking so the story could be fresh and real. The kids didn’t care. They were happy to see the zealot twinkle in the dwarf’s eye. The pure enthusiasm. Ganzorig loved life, the road and the sky and felt privileged to walk alive under the trees in the Churwood Forest.


Background: Caravan Specialist

Backstory / History: Ganzorig spent decades plying the caravans of his kin. He loved the creak of the wheels, the new horizons, the fireside stories. He also found his best night’s sleep under the stars. So began a wanderer’s life.

But always there were foes. Creatures and bandits that would try to attack the caravans and steal the stuff of the good merchants he’d joined. He hated the disruption and damage. So he learned to fight.

Fists, then a switch of wood as sword, a club for rabbits, a crossbow lesson from a fellow. His strength and talent emerged. Thulsis, a caravan guard, took young Ganzorig under his wing. Thulsis was a vagabond and a rogue but was skilled in all manner of weaponry. Amused by the dwarf the trainer stayed around long enough to teach him well.

But goodbyes were tough. When Thulsis left for further horizons Ganzorig was devastated. The dwarf learned that friends on the road only last a time.

Ganzorig became hardened more as the years went by and chaos descended on the Kingdom of Udinthau. The caravans were hired to haul and suddenly there were many more clients trying to ship all sorts of things. One day it would be arms for a Lord’s mercenaries, the next building supplies to establish a new keep. Many offers came to Stamrin the wagonmaster in regards to moving contraband. Ganzorig had heard rumors of poisons, magic and other small immoral goods making their way into the vans. He didn’t like the way this was heading but as he needed to keep his employment he turned a blind eye on these illicit dealings.

Ganzorig left Stamrin’s caravan after they became involved in a small war between rival lords. One had paid handsomely to transport goods for their companies. All kinds of things from hardtack rations, blankets and winter cloaks to arrows, armor and spears. Their rival, acting like common bandits ambushed and overcame the caravan with great numbers. The warriors, including Ganzorig, were given an ultimatum. Rather than lose their lives in a fight they couldn’t hope to win they would just walk away with their personal effects. Death or unemployment. Not much of a choice. The caravan guards unanimously walked away from a cursing Stamrin although not without shame.


Without his team Ganzorig was lost for a time. He drank in the manner only a hopeless soul could and woke sore-headed many times. He was oblivious to much of the unfolding chaos during this time. But as his head started to clear he looked for new purpose. He’d heard of the Order of the Black Rose and the heroes who rebelled against them. The rumours of strange constructs reached his ears and he hated the idea of crafted warriors. The unnatural forces of the Order struck a deep chord of opposition within him. And he preferred his life before all this strife, border wars and strange happenings. The Udinthau had had it under control. If only they could return to those times.

He couldn’t bear to return to caravan work (although he’d always stop, quaff and chat with the folk of any passing van) but he liked the sound of the heroes who’d begun the rebellion. He asked after them where he thought someone might know something. Who were these that helped undo the tyranny of the Order? He thought instead of being a caravan guard he might actually have the stuff of a hero. He’d definitely like to tell the children of his adventures in his twilight years.

Many years and adventures later Ganzorig found himself in the Churwood Forest with a band of staunch friends debating whether to rush to the aid of Count Bowser or Countess Kerrigan. He’d heard the rumours of the Countess’s machinations but he thought that, if they were true, she may have done the right thing. Let the end justify the means..? In any case an enemy of the Order would be favoured by Ganzorig. He’d advocate for going to Countess Kerrigan’s aid.

Ideal: Teamwork. Every member of the caravan pulls their weight and pulls together. The horse, wainwright, teamsmaster and guard. Any who don’t can share the road with themselves.

Bond: Friendship. Once I call you friend (And that will take a long time in your case!) I’d die to protect you.

Flaw: I disregard newcomers with ease. I only pay attention to the truly interesting folk that cross my trail.

Deity: Falaeb - Far-leb

The Dwarven deity of Storms, Lightning, Thunder and the Renewing Rains
Her symbol is a lightning-struck mountain
Tenants: The weak won’t survive the natural order
Respect the natural order and balance
Oppose unnatural abominations

How did they recruit you as a devotee?RP Sample:

Ganzorig could not remember a time when Falaeb had not been part of his life. Recurring dreams of lightning and storms. Ocean waves taller than the mountains carrying him up on their peaks. The perfect smell of fresh rain. Over the morning’s tea his comrades would often see him smiling watching the sky. Falaeb was his as he was hers.

Lately the dreams had become vivid and often, waking the dwarf from his sleep and leaving him sleepless and feeling hollow. He felt as if the wind would change soon and bring a storm upon the folk. He tried to keep up his habitual high spirits but his hollow sunken eyes revealed his worry. The goddess was near.
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Old 09-24-2019, 10:01 AM
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Equipment: Scale Mail, Shield, Morning Star, Explorer's Pack, Two-Person Tent, Potion of Healing, Holy Symbol Emblem, Pouch (w/5 Candles), Fine Clothes, Signet Ring, Scroll of Pedigree, Purse (7gp 4sp 5cp), Flask of Holy Water, Gaunlets of Ogre Power.
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Gwydion turned over the corpse with his boot and patted its pockets. The brigand's sword looked like a piece of garbage bent into a roughly sword-shaped object. Worthless. He felt some coin in the man's pocket and took it out. He looked down at the coins in his hand. 12 silver. A few meals for a frugal common man. He always felt a little uneasy about taking loot from bandits and thieves. He knew there was no way to find its true owners, but he still felt like it belonged to the person it was taken from. "Better my pocket than his though," and he offered a silent prayer to the Lord of Light and Lady of Day, thanking them for the opportunity to avenge whoever the money had been taken from, and he made yet another promise to use it to avenge the fallen and defend the weak. After a brief moment of staring into the sky he turned to his companions, "Mere pocket change on this one. Anyone find anything to point us to their leader? If not, let's keep moving."

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Class: Paladin 3 (Oath of Vengeance)
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Deity: The intertwined deities of Braggasz and Venetoma.


Name: Braggasz
Tenants: Light, War, Protection, Strength. To bring light through the destruction of the dark. He requires his devotees to defend the weak and vindicate those who cannot vindicate themselves, and to defend all that is good and just with winning words or strength of arms. Always worshipped alongside his wife, Venetoma.
Symbol: A gold (or yellow) sword emanating a sunburst from its hilt on a field of black (preferably velvet).

Name: Venetoma
Tenants: Day, War, Justice, Wisdom. To bring the dawn of true justice through the punishment of the wicked. She requires her devotees to discern between the truly wicked and those forced to wickedness not of their choosing; to slaughter the first without mercy or regret, and to aid the second in becoming virtuous wherever possible. Always worshiped alongside her husband, Braggasz.
Symbol: A gold (or yellow) spear with a starburst tip piercing a silver (or white) crescent moon on a field of black (preferably made of velvet).

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Name: Will Hardwick
Age: 12 (yes, a young boy)
Height: 3'11
Race: Variant Human
Class: Cleric level 3 (Light Domain)
Background: Urchin (Parents killed at 9)
Recent Backstory: For a power filled child moving from small town job to small town job is the hard knocks life that Will never dreamed of....
His first real home he found when he was 10 with a group of traveling mercenaries working small jobs for a local lord. He never thought they would all die one fateful day under an orc filled cloud... So he ran, like always he ran. But now he was running toward something... something burned inside him for a hint of that small family he had found. His found his next gleam of hope in the shinning bright blue eyes of----- Kestrel the Half-Elf rogue ----- Never had he though he would find a partner in death... the shared light lost in the moments of darkness. For the last 4 months of his life Will has been living his dream... a glint of family was something he always knew he needed, not that he would admit it...
Ideal: People. I help the people who help me-that's what keeps us alive.
Bond: Family. I will face any challenge to win the truth of a family.
Flaw: Honesty. I have trouble keeping my true feelings hidden. My sharp tongue lands me in trouble.
Deity: The Lady Thervyre ~Goddess of light. Goddess of the day.~
 


Poem: A simple life of a happy home and wife. Known as a happy home. Something never truly known. A place of darkness dwellt. Of deeper fire felt. The drunken stuiper sang. Of power deep that rang. The love of a women's heart, broken deep a start. For a man on the cusp of youth. The newest life vermouth. Don't count his strings as lack, he knows the one with power.

History:
Samuel (Will) Hardwick was the great grandson of Ralph P Hardwick, the first candle maker in East Furthing. His father was a miner at the local coal miner and his mother kept the 5 children in a state of mellow chaos in their humble dwelling under the Dwarven Lord. The town of East Furthing was too small to have a temple but the coal mining operation had a shrine to Eutuu for all to worship. Will didn't like shrines.
The local dwarf lord used the mine for funding the war effort and by overworked all the town population (even young boys).

Samuel grew up like any impoverished child with a loving mother. Everything was fine. Everything wise enough. On the outside.... When his father took to the drink, he was 5 years old. Will would come back to the house after a day of mischief to the sounds of father's beatings. His mother had the worst of it.
She never cryed. He feared she would die.
His mother had always protected him and brought him up to understand the way of brighter things.
He never forgot her.
It was when he was 9 that his mother told him that tomorrow he was going to the local boarding school for intelligent youngsters.
He was to use those smarts "The Lady" had given him. "the lady.." she sounded nice, like roses and honey suckle in the mid day sun....
That next morning his father took him to the mines to "learn the trade" and "make use of yourself". He never forgot that day:
he came home late,
~A ring... Silence and a ring on the floor,~
~The scene was painted in dark lines,~
~Of crimson and dirt,~
~The hand at ring was lifeless and cold,~
~Of a scene wrapped in darkness,~
~He now held a ring,~
~Nothing could take this from him,~
~He was Alone~
At that moment he heard his thoughts, as if for the first time... "You are not alone."
was that his voice? were these word coming from his head? did it matter? Flee. never feel this place... see this place - again.
 


Will stands almost 4' tall now, blessed by forces beyond, he stands on the edge of his reality... "has it been 3 years since he woke up a worker of miracles?" He refuses to admit to himself that other powers can control his destiny. He is light, with a face of darkness. He has found a home among those who also wonder. A family of warriors for his hands to desperately avoid... the darkness outside and light in.

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"I never said you could touch my things!" Will quickly ran up to the Dwarven man loading the packs into the caravan bound for Crowngate. He'll steal it--Raced his mind as he prepared to bull rush the stout worker....
"Ho there lad!" "I don't want ye to be hurt'en your'selves." The burly man held out a hand and continued to stand between Will and his pack. "If ye want to help me load, yew can wait till I'm done. No use getting in my way."
Will pattered up to the man, stopping just before his hand reached his face and beaming an angry glare in his eyes. ~"Light is on the right path."~
Dropping his clenched fists and taking a step from the packs Will's hair is tussled from an unknown breeze. His normally Bright blue eyes have a hint of silver in them as he says calmly: "My thanks to you sir. I was simply planning on removing something from my bag, but I can wait until you are done." The face of the Dwarf begins to soften as a noise from up ahead on the road catches his attention. "AAAAHHHGGG!!! Bandits!"

~Later that evening as he reloads the remaining supplies from the burnt and destroyed wagons to the remaining few needed to get the caravan to it's destination. Gimmly the Dwarf re imagines that scene earlier in the day before the fiery destruction was wrought upon their journey. His hair just rustled in the breeze, his eyes just a hint of silver..."Ne'ver woulda thought he could fend five orcs at a time, break their necks with a word and flame..."Those eyes burned a blazen yellow into his mind, causing trepidation at thought of their previous encounter and how close to sour it had truly come.
He raise his eyes to the front of the caravan. An' just stared... as Will kneeled to touch a burned mans leg. There was a flash of divine energy from his hands as the leg formed new tendons and skin. Three others waited for healing as the others piled bodies in a pile to burn. Well, he has my r'spect. Thought Gimmly before he continued with his task.~

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Not sure how well I've answered your questions, @Xalnaga, but feel free to take another gander at Ungrim.

Also, thanks for the mention, @penbeast0! Don't think Ungrim would care much for a Drow Queen, and he probably wouldn't feel at east around Cirle either unless he saw her bathing in drow blood.
That would put you at ease? That would disturb me though Cirle might just do it.

And NOW the Dwarf veterans who might hold her leadership of the Drow that defeated their armies against her are starting to pile up.
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Race: Revenant
Class: Paladin 3 (Oath of Vengeance)

Background: Noble/Soldier (Specialty: Officer)(Personality Trait: I can stare down a hell hound without flinching)
 

Backstory/History: Lord Artemis Denton was the second of his name, and heir to the lands his father once was granted. His youth was spent like most nobles a solid education, and training in the use of weapons and riding. His story was mainly a simple one until the Black Rose Knights came into the picture and the death of the rightful King. Artemis was a devoted follower and supporter of the king prior to his death when the accusations began to flow of foul play involved with his death, Artemis spoke his mind, in court against the soon to be crowned king.

Unlike many other Lords who spoke up Artemis was not at his keep when the Knights of the Black Rose came to gather him and imprison him. In his absence they instead murdered his wife who refused them entry. She was carrying their unborn child which was soon to be born, and left his home taking anything of value they could find. When Artemis returned home he found the scene and his blood boiled and his grief over whelmed him. Little did he know that one Knight had remained, as Artemis wept over his wifes body clinging to her, the knight stabbed Artemis through the back the blade pushing through muscle and bone until it erupted from the front of his chest.

Artemis gasped dropping to his side rolling over to see the Black Knight standing over him. With his last breaths he spoke. “I will see you …… and your brethren…..dead each and every last one…death will not stop me you will pay …….. for…your…..treachery. His last word spoken Artemis eyes went dark and he saw nothing but inky blackness surround him he felt nothing no pain only the grief of his beloved’s loss.

His last words though did not go unheard one of the new gods heard his plea his vow spoken with his dying breath. Asteroth Goddess of Vengeance was listening and pulled Artemis soul towards her. The blackness surrounding him began to fade into a dull light, he could see his body though he moved without taking a step until he was standing before her. He knew not her name or who she might be. “Who are you where am I what is this place?”

The goddess laughed as she looked upon him. “I am Asteroth Goddess of Vengeance and Retribution. I have heard your words and vow, I offer you the chance to return to your body and conclude your business, to seek out and destroy those who have wronged you. All you need do is ask and it shall be so Artemis Denton. Pledge your fealty to me and you shall have your chance at vengeance.”

As the Goddess spoke Artemis could feel the power in her words, the power emanating off of her in waves. His mind stricken with grief leaped at the chance to avenge his wife and unborn child. “I accept Goddess, I will pledge my soul to you and my Vengeance. Return me to my body that I might avenge the death of my beloved and unborn child. I shall strike down the Knights of the Black Rose one by one until they all are destroyed in your name.”

Artemis saw the smile upon the goddess face, as he spoke, and in a flash everything was dark once more, he felt once more opening his eyes he saw the still body of his dead wife the destruction wreaked upon his home. Lifting his wife in his arms, he carried her to their quarters and laid her upon the bed. He set about cleaning her body and dressing her in her favorite gown, before carrying her to the family plot. Setting her down carefully he began to dig the grave for her and did not stop feeling no exhaustion at all. Kissing her lips one last time he laid her to rest, “I swear I shall have Vengeance my love, Asteroth has returned me to life to seek it. The Black Rose knights will fall beneath my blade and then we shall be together again.”

Once he finished burying her, he collapsed to the ground and stayed there for hours, until the light of dawn crested the horizon shining upon him. Standing he returned to the keep to change clothing. As he removed his clothing he noticed the wound in the mirror, his hand coming up to touch the place where the knights sword had pierced his body. It was then that Asteroth’s promise dawned on him fully she had promised to return his soul to his body, she had not promised to restore life to it. Even with the realization of what had happened he was resolute, he would not squander the chance he had been given.

Dressing he donned his armor as well retrieving his sword and gear, before leaving his home. He looked back only once as he rode off following the trail of the lone knight who had killed him, Vengeance would be his as promised he would strike down any Black knight he crossed paths with in Asteroth’s name. The goddess had given him the chance to avenge his family and he would not waste it. Little did he know that as his mission to pursue the Black Knights was not the end. Asteroth had other plans for her new champion, even as the last of the knights fell Artemis did not perish and go to his final rest. Asteroth came to him once more as he awaited his release from the bonds of undeath. Kneeling before her he prepared to go to his wife at last. The goddess bade him rise and he did, "Artemis you have served me well, but your time on this plane is not yet over. I have need of a warrior such as yourself, in these difficult times. Go forth and continue to seek vengeance for those who cannot claim it themselves. Protect those who are too weak to protect themselves. Deliver retribution to those deserving of such."

Artemis bowed his head in respect to the Goddess, evil was still in the world and so long as evil existed he knew his task was not complete. "Thank you goddess, I will deliver retribution and vengeance in your name. Those who would do Evil will feel the sting of my blade." Asteroth had given him his one desire to destroy those who had destroyed his life, in his unlife he would serve her faithfully until the time she saw fit to set him free. It was Asteroth who guided him to his current companions not for vengeance, but to aid him in his task, destroying Evil where they found it.

Deity:Name: Asteroth, Seeker of Vengeance, Deliverer of Retribution, Punisher of the Wicked
Tenets: Fight the greater Evil, No Mercy for the Wicked, By Any Means Necessary, Retribution.
Symbol: A Sword within the tip of a Spear.
 
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Name: Sardony
Race: Human
Class: Celestial Warlock 2 / Wu Jen Mystic 1


Background: Haunted One
Ideal: There is no law of man that will prevent me from doing what is right.
Bond: I have already given my soul as penance for my sins. Now I seek to offer my life, such as it is, to protect those in need.
Flaw: My belief that I will never taste the sweetness of joy again has given me a somber outlook toward all things.


Deity: Anansi
 

History: Sardony's return to the world had not been a pleasant one. From the beginning, he literally had to climb his way out of a grave, his patron's sense of morose humor not lost on him. Add to that the fact that he was returned to a body that was not his, did not make for an auspicious beginning. Still, he was alive and could not complain.

It was not long after stumbling from the cemetery, dirt caking most of his body, that he found the fair haired Nishma Vidalli seemingly waiting for him beside the road. The young girl was to be his protector, it seemed. He swore he could hear Anansi laughing. Although trying to remember his memories was like trying to catch flies, he could still feel what it had been like to be a living weapon and the power that came with it. He deserved nothing less.

The few memories he could recall felt as though he were watching events through another's eyes. Sardony came to assume that he was little more than a grunt in the Order's army, for every memory he did have was nothing more than him killing..killing..killing. It became an ever present scene that would play itself out before him when he shut his eyes or tried to sleep.

A little more than two years, he came to learn, was how long he had been dead before Anansi had decided to pull him from the grave. He was grateful for being given a second chance, and gods knew he had a lot to atone for, but he had to wonder if his lauded patron was having a turn with him, allowing him to keep these memories. A deity powerful enough to raise him in such a way surely could have spared him some of the pain. Sardony knew Envy would never understand his misgivings over what Anansi had done and so he kept these feelings to himself.

Nishma and Sardony had set out with no true destination in mind, simply moving from town to town and offering their assistance as best they could. They had been traveling in such a way for several months before they joined a small group of other like-minded adventures, looking to do what they could to help those in need.

Sardony found that he enjoyed the company of others while traveling and adventuring. On one level he found traveling with a large group akin to once again being in an army, though far less organized, and on another he felt an odd compulsion to sit and listen to the tales his traveling companions had to tell. It was for reasons like this that he questioned his sense of self and wondered where his past life and patron's desires ended and his own will began.

Envy knew some of how he felt and of his self-doubt, but he allowed his other traveling companions to see none of that. Even Sardony's past life and resurrection were secrets that he did not share with the others. They only knew him as a steadfast traveling companion that goes out of his way to protect those around him while trying to leave the world a litter better than he found it.

Their most recently completed job placed them in the Churwood Forest just outside Crowngate.


 



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