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| Sae Cael Oanar01-22-06, 09:22 PM | heres the story so far. im an elven monk(4), and im an avid poet and fisherman/hunter. i practice game hunting only on catch and release. i have perform (poetry) and fishing tackle. i live in eberron. i was left at a monestary and when the monestary was sacked by orcs, a human palidan came and saved me. he brought a book or two from the monestary, from which to teach me with, because i was the last survivor of the monestary. i then went with him, and learned of battle throughout his campaign in the war. i was like a son to him, and while his own son and child was at home i was with him. one day when his child was about 20 the camp was overwhelmed with assassins and he faught and died at my feet protecting me. ::fast forward to the game we're playing:: now his son is a middle aged cleric of the silver flame. i am his sworn protector, and we basically fully matured together. we're fishing partners. he doesnt know his father died saving me, just that his father died. when his father died, he ventured into battle as a healer. i aided and protected him during this. so now the human cleric is middle aged. and since most of the war was spent in my youth im finally hitting my prime. i dont know alot about eberron. it would be nice to help me with like what side we would be on. i also dont have a very good character image in mind. i want something classy but not cliche. im not really looking for an 'ember' monk. my primary weapon besides my fists is a bola. we're pretty much just buddies, except if theres a threat, where my duty to protect him kicks in. thanks for all help! |
| Morka01-23-06, 11:21 AM | ...now his son is a middle aged cleric of the silver flame. i am his sworn protector, and we basically fully matured together. we're fishing partners. he doesnt know his father died saving me, just that his father died. when his father died, he ventured into battle as a healer. i aided and protected him during this. As per the Player Handbook, humans are adult at about 15 or 20, while elves become adult only at 100. So unless you were already 90 years old when the paladin found you, then you should still be a child when is grand-son get to venerable age. OTOH, if you lived almost a century in a monastery, it would explain why you are a monk while your surrogate father is paladin... This character should feel extremely lonely. He was abandonned by his true parents. Then his second familly (the monastery) was destroyed. Then the paladin who saved him die in front of him. He should be very chilly about friendship, having lost everyone thrice in his life. It might be the reason why you love fishing: it's a good reason to be alone. The part where the paladin die is obscure. If he die fighting assassins, how did you survive? Perhaps was he wounded by poisonned daggers. He was able to kill the last assassin before coming back to you; you tryed to save him from the poison, but failed. Thus, it could be one more burden for you, and it gives you a personnal reason to hate poison use. |
| Sae Cael Oanar01-23-06, 06:25 PM | that poison deal is excellent. my cleric friend is 42. that only ammounts to 20 years in the war, so he might have to change that. i kind of realized me seeing the whole war with either the father or the son wouldnt be tha possible. perhaps i just watched it go on around me, until it finally struck home. perhaps my father and mother had died in a previous raid, and a monk of the monestary had found me and raised me until then. then another raid and the paladin saves me. that makes him about 80 when he died and about 64 when he had a kid (little odd). i guess by then he was not the valiant lancer but the planned general constantly mulling over new tactics and strategies in his head. still when the need came, he took up arms once more, and defended me when i could not defend myself. he would have lived too, if not for the poison (thanks again for that) that coursed through is veins. i watched him die, and i could do nothing to stop it. he made me promise to look over his son, even though i was still a child. |
| interpretivechaos01-23-06, 11:31 PM | So, as I understand the story now, you've still spent most of 60 odd years in a monastery. (Young age, got sacked, the paladin died 20 years ago, 20 years before that was when his son was born and he found you. Backgroundwise, these 60 years probably need the most flushing out. Although they were your youngest years, it's still most of your life so far (It's equivalent to age 12 or so). Although monastery life is regimented, there is still a lot of room to play with. What were the precepts of the Monastery (dedication to duty, self-discovery, sacrifice for higher ideals etc.) Did he learn poetry there? How to fish? From whom? Given that younger children always try to emulate their authority figures, and the lessons taught at a young age tend to stick, what part of your monastic training sticks with you/ what was changed by your time with the Paladin etc. etc. Just My two pence... |
| Sae Cael Oanar01-25-06, 07:32 PM | i suppose the leader of the monestary trained me to fish and write poetry. he insisted i learn art, beauty, and patience before approaching the more violent aspects of fighting. he also taught me to hunt for sport with my bolas, always releasing the animals afterwards. i continue to be a vegetarian, and against mind influencing substances. the palidan taught using the figures in the books, not relying on the words he didnt understand, so my fighting style is less refined. i mainly punch and kick and its unlikely ill try to grapple or disarm. he also taught me how to fight more underhanded, tripping, throwing mud in their eyes, that kind of thing. thanks alot for the help guys! |