The rules are simple enough. I'm gonna leave a character name at the end of this 'ere post. What you, dear OTTer, need to do is come up with a paragraph describing one (or more) of several options: the character's appearance, a bit o' backstory, his/her most recent exploits, a funny tavern scene, etc. Uhh ... didn't plan on addin' "etc". Oh well. If you opt for this choice, try and keep it similar to the others suggested, k? No need to be funny. No need to be dark. No need to be goody-goody. Just write what comes to mind when you see the name. If it's funny, cool. Dark? Ok. You get the picture. In the interest of keepin' things movin', I do ask that you refrain from posting giant walls o' text. Nobody reads those anyway. ;) I also must request ... nay, demand that you leave a creative name at the end of your post for the next person to use. No dull stuff, please. Make it interesting. Can't think one up? Just use the name of a character you're playin' or have played in the past. So ... uhh ... here we go? I'll try to make it easy (I do suck at names, though. :P) ...
Falryn Dreadoak
Falryn Dreadoak
This moody, reclusive Gnome is well practiced in the Feyarts of stealth, curses and seasonal damage. With a dark shadow cast upon his face, and a mad twinkle in his gnomish eyes, he resonates an aura steeped in the mysterious.
Elokiir Imythese
Elokiir Imythese
The human leader of an auran druidic sect seated deep within the Byeshk Mountains, Imythese rarely leaves his(?) favored avian form, a Roc (ok, so I'm a 3.5er), scouring the mountain peaks for signs of evil outsiders and aberrations, as well as travelers... hindering those that might pose a threat and guiding those that might be welcomed.
Kain "the Hammer" Gravenmoore
He was befriended or so he thought by a trio of merry humans in a bar the coastal city of Gela. He drank an astonding amount of mead, not aware that his companions were trying to get him dead drunk. When he woke up he was in chains, sailing the Middle Sea on a slaver ship. After a nightmarish voyage where almost half of the slaves died he was sold to an ambitious summoner in the slavemarket of Jhoboul, Keltus Drax. Drax was experimenting in bounding devils into humanoids' bodies as part of his master plot. Lillte did he know of Kain's indomitable spirit-a halfling capable of resisting the ritual? Preposterous! Especially one with a rage capable of ripping his chains off the walls and using them as weapons.
After killing the nefarious mage Kain Gravenmoore decided to make the slavers pay. It wasn't long until he found a Giant lizard mount and a suitable hammer, took on a small group of slavers , freed the slaves and recruiting most of the warriors to his causes. Indeed, Kain the Hammer is a name of terror in Jhoboul-there are claims that he's 3 meters tall and drinks the blood of his enemies. Kain laughs, enjoying his enemies' fear and the company of his new clan-Kaffer Letti, the Chain Shatterers.
Hope it did the trick. Next name: Lerromannek Vut.
Valdren "The Mad Hatter" Peryn
Meretos Fisk
Meretos Fisk
Meretos Fisk became an artificer's apprentice at a very young age. Showing great talent, he was allotted both time and resources to craft within his teacher's workshop.
Still, talent cannot always compensate for experience, and the young Fisk lost his crafting arm in an alchemical accident. This was no damper to his spirit, however, and it was not long before he replaced it with clockwork parts and imbued magic. Noting how the wound might have reduced him to a life of unhappiness, Meretos has since spent his time aiding those that cannot afford, or do not have access to, the restorative magics of clerics or druids.
Though just a simple dwarf, the people that have been helped by Fisk liken him to the fey spirits of the Holidays of Giving for his generous work.
"Bloody" Lei Di'Yanni
"Bloody" Lei Di'Yanni is an uncharacteristically clumsy doppelganger fighter who carries out rather unorthodox assassination jobs for his lord. After all, if you've managed to bluff your way into the same household of your target and aren't confident enough to sneak in an unnoticed dagger thrust, you might as well go with a heavy flail to the face and rely on the strength of your legs and shape-changing abilities to escape the following mess.
While his gruesome methods have earned Lei his dubious title, Lei views himself as a noble soul who merely carries out the wishes of his master to his best ability.
Trian the Sad
Lady Mirapesh Razormane, Knight Errant
That is great. Mind if I snag your background
Not sure if you meant the background you were going to create, or the one for your character! Either way, you are welcome to them.
Also, need more contributors! I like this thread-game.
A female warrior from the Razormane hobgoblin clan, Mirapesh soon knew that the eternal life of raiding, looting, brutal militarism and constant warfare was not for her. If she was to die, her cause would be righteous. So, she set out to join the paladins of Heironeous. Alignment restrictions being what they are, the paladins never even tried her, reasoning nothing good was to come from hobgoblin stock anyway. So, she took what little gold she had, and bought a horse, a sword and a mail hauberk, and set out to become a freelance paladin. Making up for lacking divine aid with extensive martial training, she has saved countless villages from wandering monsters and has become something of a hero to the townspeople of the border regions.
Rabalias Eliyochoon
Beryn the Bold
Still, death was only the beginning for Beryn. He found himself risen as an udead, a spectre. Beryn rallied the peasants and his remaining allies while Lokas's popularity was at its loest ebb, slipped through the Palace Guard during the general haos and killed King Lokas. His last action on this plane was declaring the foundation of the Republic. Who raised Beryn and what his goals were are still a mystery.
Gordaleth
Sylvaea "Elfstar" Astranea
Dokhowlyoven Illiville Rastakorg ni Tal-Rahee a Yoricshire
Dokhowlyoven Illiville Rastakorg ni Tal-Rahee a Yoricshire
When the wandering bard Bently joined the Meand'ring Troupe as a performer and met the fair dancer Delorah, he knew it was love at first sight. The lady was resistant at first, but one day found herself wooed by the charismatic bard. As the Troupe performed--traveling from the halls of Dwarven kings, to the deep forests of the wood elves, to the sprawling fey-cities of the gnomes-- the two lovers consummated their relationship wherever they went.
It was bitter-sweet for Delorah when her lover fell ill and died-- only days after the birth of her daughter. Stricken with grief, she chose to honor Bently in the best way she knew how, by naming her after all the possible places she might have been conceived!
Dokhowlyoven Illiville Rastakorg ni Tal-Rahee a Yoricshire, having long outlived both her mother and father, is a traveling bard herself, and a storyteller of some merit. When she is not performing, she is often seeking treasure and fame with adventurers.
Tallitha "Ghost" Dorian
Tallitha "Ghost" Dorian
Tallitha "Fireheart" Dorian was born on the Plains of Fire and was trained from birth to be a warrior. All of the seers foretold of the glory and fame that she would bring to her tribe. By the time she was 6 she was better than all of the children her age. By the time she was 8 she was better than all of the children, including those years older than she was. By the time she was 14 she was better than even the most experienced warriors in the tribe. After years of intense training she was ready to leave the tribe and face the world. Sadly, the stirrup on her horse was frayed and it snapped while she was mounting the horse. She fell, struck her head on a rock, and was killed instantly. Since that day Tallitha "Ghost" Dorian has roamed the Plains of Fire warning travellers and future generations of warriors to check their stirrups before mounting their horses.
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Lord Caldwin "Mugthump" Squernt
A lonely Dwarf raised by humans and given a crappy human sounding name. Eventually his Dwarven nature took over and he began crushing skulls and mugs at the local tavern earning a proper dwarven nickname, Mugthump.
Cindy Skipntip
Irthos Sjach
Born of the brutal **** of his human mother by his Orcish father, Irthos chose a last name no normal being could pronounce, not even he could form the sound of it. He traveled the lands in search of a wise mystic to learn the secrets of time travel so he could travel back in time and kill his brutish father, thus erasing himself from time.
Stalren Oronsphere
Pirra Twobanks
Oreyel Kninjes
Tibur Kaesk'Usk
A brutal Dragonborn warrior bent on the total domination of Toril, Tibur Kaesk'Usk tortured and enslaved his way to the top. Many a righteous man fell to his Demon Sword Krzek's Fang and he bathed in the blood of their wives.
Griff Stonewall
Griff couldn't believe his eyes. That half-elf had brilliant ideas. With his adjustments the palisade will certainly not fall under the goblin attacks.
Griff spat again.
Dima Teufelmann
Light Angelmourner
EDIT: Eek, ninja'd...
The well-dressed nobleman worried distractedly about the upcoming party at the Duchess' summer estate as he absent-mindedly watched his impatient daughter wander about the front of the fat merchant's shop, nattering on about people beneath his notice. Reaching into his purse, he dropped two coins onto the counter while rolling his eyes at whatever his darling-yet-empty-headed daughter had just said. He wondered if it was too early to marry her off to another family of good standing. Perhaps on the other sdie of the kingdom.
Dima quickly slipped the gold coin into the cuff of his sleeve and just as quickly produced a silver, saying, "Your pardon, milord, but that was two gold... You've given me a gold and a silver."
"I did? Oh, yes, it seems I have. My apologies, good sir."
"Oh, think nothing of it, milord - this beastly heat is the bane of us all. Good day to you milord."
As the nobleman left the shop, Dima produced the gold coin from between his fingers with a flourish and dropped it into the metal box under the counter. Sighing, he lowered his considerable girth onto the stool beside him and surveyed the racks and shelves of jewelry, trinkets, and the occasional magical item that had been his stock in trade for the last eight years. He mopped dispiritedly at his face with an embroidered handkerchief and thought, "Ah, how far I have fallen since I left the North..."
Hours later, having closed his shop for the night, Dima lumbered off down the side alley, puffing and blowing as he pushed his enormous bulk forward.
The chubby merchant and occasional fencer of purloined magical trinkets had barely gotten more than halfway to his quarters when a cloaked figure stepped forth from the shadows and graced him with a nasty smile - the man's teeth were extremely crooked and several were missing.
"Jacken. How...interesting...to see you again..."
(I could have sworn I'd arranged to have you arrested, the thought continued unspoken in his head.)
"Dima, my good friend. You owe my associates a great deal of money for that false amulet you sold them. I've come to collect. The money or your head, either one is fine by me."
"Now, now, Jacken, no need to get testy with me. I was just going to come see your employers in the morning with the money - in fact I have it with me right now if you'd like it. Here..."
With a shocking dexterity for a man of his immense size, Dima spun on one foot and slammed his boot into the side of his "good friend" Jacken's skull.
Jacken never saw the blade that killed him, a blade that appeared instantly in Dima's hand only to disappear again just as quickly.
Back in his shop, Dima quickly stuffed as many of the magical items into his old Neverfull Bag as he could manage in the short time he allowed himself.
He'd have to leave town, of course. Word might get out that Dima Silverfingers, proprietor of the Inconsequential Essentials trinket shop, had once been (some eight years earlier) one Dima Teufelmann, master thief and hired killer for the infamous Twilight Circus.
Perhaps it's time to head back to the North again, he thought, Surely the magistrates have better things to do than arrest me for something that old, and a frame-up as well..
Although he'd always been a bit on the pudgy side, an unusual trait for a thief of his caliber, he'd put on a great deal of weight in the past eight years.
The difficult two-month journey would take off a great deal of the weight he'd acquired, but perhaps not enough that he would once again be recognizeable as the man the Guards had been bribed to kill on sight.
At least, not until he'd managed to settle the matter that had driven him to the South those eight long years ago...
Dima Teufelmann
The well-dressed nobleman worried distractedly about the upcoming party at the Duchess' summer estate as he absent-mindedly watched his impatient daughter wander about the front of the fat merchant's shop, nattering on about people beneath his notice. Reaching into his purse, he dropped two coins onto the counter while rolling his eyes at whatever his darling-yet-empty-headed daughter had just said. He wondered if it was too early to marry her off to another family of good standing. Perhaps on the other sdie of the kingdom.
Dima quickly slipped the gold coin into the cuff of his sleeve and just as quickly produced a silver, saying, "Your pardon, milord, but that was two gold... You've given me a gold and a silver."
"I did? Oh, yes, it seems I have. My apologies, good sir."
"Oh, think nothing of it, milord - this beastly heat is the bane of us all. Good day to you milord."
As the nobleman left the shop, Dima produced the gold coin from between his fingers with a flourish and dropped it into the metal box under the counter. Sighing, he lowered his considerable girth onto the stool beside him and surveyed the racks and shelves of jewelry, trinkets, and the occasional magical item that had been his stock in trade for the last eight years. He mopped dispiritedly at his face with an embroidered handkerchief and thought, "Ah, how far I have fallen since I left the North..."
Hours later, having closed his shop for the night, Dima lumbered off down the side alley, puffing and blowing as he pushed his enormous bulk forward.
The chubby merchant and occasional fencer of purloined magical trinkets had barely gotten more than halfway to his quarters when a cloaked figure stepped forth from the shadows and graced him with a nasty smile - the man's teeth were extremely crooked and several were missing.
"Jacken. How...interesting...to see you again..."
(I could have sworn I'd arranged to have you arrested, the thought continued unspoken in his head.)
"Dima, my good friend. You owe my associates a great deal of money for that false amulet you sold them. I've come to collect. The money or your head, either one is fine by me."
"Now, now, Jacken, no need to get testy with me. I was just going to come see your employers in the morning with the money - in fact I have it with me right now if you'd like it. Here..."
With a shocking dexterity for a man of his immense size, Dima spun on one foot and slammed his boot into the side of his "good friend" Jacken's skull.
Jacken never saw the blade that killed him, a blade that appeared instantly in Dima's hand only to disappear again just as quickly.
Back in his shop, Dima quickly stuffed as many of the magical items into his old Neverfull Bag as he could manage in the short time he allowed himself.
He'd have to leave town, of course. Word might get out that Dima Silverfingers, proprietor of the Inconsequential Essentials trinket shop, had once been (some eight years earlier) one Dima Teufelmann, master thief and hired killer for the infamous Twilight Circus.
Perhaps it's time to head back to the North again, he thought, Surely the magistrates have better things to do than arrest me for something that old, and a frame-up as well..
Although he'd always been a bit on the pudgy side, an unusual trait for a thief of his caliber, he'd put on a great deal of weight in the past eight years.
The difficult two-month journey would take off a great deal of the weight he'd acquired, but perhaps not enough that he would once again be recognizeable as the man the Guards had been bribed to kill on sight.
At least, not until he'd managed to settle the matter that had driven him to the South those eight long years ago...
Aware Blackcloak
(pronounced a-war-ay)
"Well, our next candidate is mister... Aware?"
"It's pronounced a-war-ay, sir."
"Sorry Awaray. Now, what could you bring to Acquisitions Inc.?"
"I'm a skilled rogue. I am very proficient with throwing knives and thievery tools."
"I know thievery."
"Shush Jim. Yes, I think we could use a rogue. It could help us avoid mishaps, like the last one with the Iron Maiden, right Binwin?"
"Don't remind me."
"I know I'm just an intern, but..."
"Yes Al?"
"I'd like to know about this Tieflings beliefs."
"That's a good point! Mr Blackcloak, will you have any problem working with followers of Avandra and Melora?"
"I'm sure Corellon won't mind."
On a little side note, I've been giving names of a characters I've created before. It was fun to see a dragonborn fighter become a gnome rogue or a Tiefling wizard getting two different entries ;P
Okay, another one:
Celtic Avarell
Celtic Avarell is not one of these fighters. Dispassionate about fighting in general, the human swings his greatsword only because it puts gold in his pocket. There is no flair in the swing of Celtic's blade. He hits things with it, and they generally die. He sees no beauty in the act, reasoning that his skill and fame has only earned him an inevitable bloodstain on the weapon of some "noble warrior."
Bea Lightrunner
An aged halfling woman with a stern look and her hair done up in a bun. Most renown for her uncanny accuracy with a wooden spoon. All the halflings in the village can tell stories of trying to get a sneak peak at dinner to only have their knuckles get bashed and get told to "Get out of her stew pot, or i will put you in it!"
Forgot a new name lol. Aeris, Mercenary for Hire.
Rillend Barkworth
Budrek Svarthelm.
Lenusehr Skydoe
Budrek Svarthelm ducked quickly into the shadows, leaving little trail of her passing, save the body falling to the ground. She lifted her cloak around her head, moving quickly down the alley, into another crowd on the other side of the buildings. Coming into the crowd, she removes her hood, revealing her short brown hair and dark skin. She looked like any number of humans around her, and disappeared back into the sea of people.
Lenusehr Skydoe
listened with a grim face as Lord Remus Patton read aloud the words he was jotting with his way-wicked quill pen: "You are relieved of your status, Skydoe. You are no longer welcome among the Hunters' Guild, nor are your skills and services to be paid for within our many realms. Go now, and one day you might rise above this hunt that has consumed you."
...
It wasn't so bad, living only off grog. For many, it would slow their senses and blur their judgment. For the huntress Lenusehr Skydoe, it clarified the sea of wandering crowds that were the streets of Sharn.
She watched, unwavering, as people stumbled against each other, pickpockets made their marks, and hustlers waitedfor tricks. Faces lit up when meeting old friends, while others scowled at the sight of enemies. Lenusehr was watching for something else, however. The nervous tick that identified her prey; the one thing that she had never before expected to see as a Hunter. Patton had warned her to stop, told her the hunt was over--
a scream rang out from a back alley, and that's when Skydoe saw the hood of a cloak fall, almost imperceptible within the crowds, and she saw her mark. Budrek Svarthelm, you wench, I knew you weren't dead.
Lord Remus Patton (Hunters' Guild)
listened with a grim face as Lord Remus Patton proclaimed coldly: "You are relieved of your status, Skydoe. You are no longer welcome among the Hunters' Guild, nor are your skills and services to be paid for within our many realms. Go now, and one day you might rise above this hunt that has consumed you."
...
It wasn't so bad, living only off grog. For many, it would slow their senses and blur their judgment. For the huntress Lenusehr Skydoe, it clarified the sea of wandering crowds that were the streets of Sharn.
She watched, unwavering, as people stumbled against each other, pickpockets made their marks, and hustlers waitedfor tricks. Faces lit up when meeting old friends, while others scowled at the sight of enemies. Lenusehr was watching for something else, however. The nervous tick that identified her prey; the one thing that she had never before expected to see as a Hunter. Patton had warned her to stop, told her the hunt was over--
a scream rang out from a back alley, and that's when Skydoe saw the hood of a cloak fall, almost imperceptible within the crowds, and she saw her mark. Budrek Svarthelm, you wench, I knew you weren't dead.
Lord Remus Patton (Hunters' Guild)
Lord Remus Patton was a lazy charlatan who pretended to run a guild, in order to pocket the profits of his fraud. He was to be exposed by one Budrek Svarthelm. Remus was revealed to be none other than Lester Leakettle, a wanted fugitive known for his theft of the king's quill pen collection, while pretending to be a squire of a famous knight, who was actually a fabrication. Of course, before he could be executed, he escaped into the shadows. After the guild learned of his true identity, they rather than ousting him, declared him a folk hero.
Mikari Sulai, the Unwieldy
Mikari had always had a stinging detestation for authority. At a young age, she knew that the world did not work in her favor, being the only Drow in the village. Her and her parents had fled their subterranean home, driven out as heretics of the spider queen. Her parents were killed by a passing band of raiders, leaking Mikari to fend for herself. She was alone for weeks until she stumbled upon a settlement, half-dead from starvation. The guards outside the town threatened to kill her, and would not let her in, but a passing cleric took pity on her and found a way to sneak her inside the town to receive treatment. The other Villagers never came to accept her as she grew older, but they did manage to muster a begrudging tolerance of her presence. She dressed provocatively and picked fights often, using her whiles to elude trial each time. The only person she ever truly cared for was the cleric who first helped her, who had grown old and sickly over the years. After the illness took the cleric, there was no reason for Mikari to stay anymore. She stole a wagon and raided almost every store in town, carting it off in the night, off to find another town to sell her ill-gotten gain.
Gria Balduvosh, the Inscrutable
Gria a halfling barbarian, was born to a three legged bish of a mother and was always ashamed of that fact. She had a troubled childhood till one day she met up with a Half Elf Bard by the name of Teedo Leafawits, Teedo was a rather nasty fellow that charmed her into fighting in arena matches. After many fights Gria found her way out of the arena only to die a nasty death at the hands of a ruthless Dragonborn assassin known only as The Stain.
Puck Downpillow
Agrast Argallion
Unfortunately, he had no sympathies among his men. When the revolution came, Agrast supported the King, as was his duty, and made a long speech to his men about their duty to their betters, the royal family. The next day he found himself bound on a huge oak, completely naked and painted blue and pink.
Klaera Jaerth Shulnamidonnen
Klaera Jaerth Shulnamidonnen
This former lady-in-waiting was exiled from her homeland after an argument with Queen Penelope over the queen's prized hunting hounds turned ugly. Before Klaera left, she convinced the queen's magician (who had long been carrying a torch for the attractive tiefling) to work his magic on Queen Penelope's favorite hound, Baxter, so that she might smuggle him out unobtrusively.
Now Klaera and Baxter (disguised as a small grey cat) have taken up residence with distant relatives in far-off Cayrthe. Klaera is taking this opportunity to finally develop her own magical abilities, but is finding that it's hard work. She's heard rumors of a fellow who might know of a ritual with a demon that would make this all much easier...
Captain Valeria Caldwell
Sargon the Unquenchable
He finally found out, however, that he was not quite so unquenchable as he thought when an Elemental Lord of Water commanded a dire kraken to pull him down to the deepest depths of the sea.
Rippa Warsprite
Bea Lightrunner
An aged halfling woman with a stern look and her hair done up in a bun. Most renown for her uncanny accuracy with a wooden spoon. All the halflings in the village can tell stories of trying to get a sneak peak at dinner to only have their knuckles get bashed and get told to "Get out of her stew pot, or i will put you in it!"
Forgot a new name lol. Aeris, Mercenary for Hire.
"All they ever do is talk," she thought. Aeris never really had fit into her Eladrin community. The elders moved too slowly, and they sometimes took centuries to make even the smallest decision. Sure, magic and rituals were great for speaking with animals or spying, but picking up a sword was so much quicker, and it got results.
Once again, a tribe of humans had started to cut down the forest. They were like pests. Eladrin were obviously superior to this upstart race in every imaginable way, but the elders continued to be peaceful to the intruders. Their homeland was savaged and taken, yet all the others did was talk.
Humans weren't the only problem either. Dwarves weren't much better; orcs were just like humans, but uglier; halflings were annoying; dragonborn falsely believed that they were a superior and noble race; tieflings were merely funny looking humans, and elves... "Bah! Elves are a disgrace to what they once were," thought Aeris; she spoke quietly to herself as she sat in her treetop home, "There is no denying that Eladrin is the superior race. Why should we bow and courtsy to the whims of such inferior little bugs and rodents." With a nearly religious zeal, Aeris embarked on her quest to eliminate the pesky humans plaguing her homeland. What then? Only time would tell.
That was nearly ten years ago. Since then Aeris has discovered the idealogy of Asmodeus's religious doctrine and fallen in love with it. Much like her dark master, she was superior to those around her, and she would stop at nothing to take from the world what she believed was rightfully hers in the first place. Aeris became a paladin of Asmodeus. Who to have as her subjects though? Aeris found unlikely subjects in the form of goblins, and she currently travels in the company of a team of four goblins. They accept their place as being beneath her, and yet they have proven to be useful. Aeris and her small band of goblins accept payment from many dark patrons to embark upon quests of slaughter and suffering. You have a problem and you want it gone? Dirty deeds are done dirt cheap. All the while Aeris networks, schemes, and gathers resources which allow her to claim more and more as she goes about such endevours.
Aeris: Female Eladrin Paladin of Asmodeus MC into Warlord
edit: nevermind, for some reason the whole thread didn't originally show up when I was looking at it. I'll go back and do one of these for the name I should have been doing before posting a name of my own.
Yet underneath her calloused shell is a piece of her that wonders why her parents left her, and one statement from the orphan matron leaves her wanderlust forever unsated, the gold an excuse to keep searching. Searching for them, to see why.
"Why?" said the orphan matron, "If they cared so little for this child to leave her forever, why would they give her such a beautiful name? Aeris..."
Targous Markelund
Edit: Whoops, Saw that post on the last page as the last post. Oh well I like the idea too much to delete.
A fire genasi wizard and warlord from the southern shores of Spar, Sargon the Unquenchable was so arrogantly confident in the power of his fire magic that he embarked on a career as a pirate just to be around as much water as possible - he boasted loudly and often about being able to boil the whole ocean to steam, and would capture merfolk and sahauguin strictly for the purpose of burning them to death while strangling them with his fiery hands.
He finally found out, however, that he was not quite so unquenchable as he thought when an Elemental Lord of Water commanded a dire kraken to pull him down to the deepest depths of the sea.
Rippa Warsprite
Rippa Warsprite had strange powers as long as she can remember. All gnomes have some ability to speak with animals, but she seemed to have a deeper connection. She never thought much about it until one day, as she was falling out of a tree -POOF- she stopped falling and was suddenly on the ground. What had happened? Did she will herself to safety?
Eventually she learned to control these powers, and she even learned to further understand her connection to the animals. She know uses her powers to defend her forest home from the nearby human settlement which seems to be expanding far faster than she would like.
Rippa Warsprite: Female Gnome Druid/Feypact Warlock
Rigzag Strongfist
edit: I seem to be a bit slow with my posting. Stealth Marmot beat me to it; Marmot's name is before Rigzag.
Targous Markelund and Rigzag Strongfist
"Excuse me..." The innkeeper of the Umberhulk's Tail called out to her patrons in the inn's dinner hall, "We have some unfortunate news. Destor the Magnificent was booked for tonight's entertainment, but is seems he was jailed for drunken wizardry in the marketplace."
"However!" The innkeeper shouted over the collective groans and grumblings of the patrons in the hall, "We appear to have a room booked for 'the Great Bard of Legend, Targous Markelund' and bodyguard, 'Rigzag Strongfist.' Are either of them in here and willing to accept the job?"
A spry, outlandishly dressed female gnome jumped out of her chair to answer the summons.
"Let it never be said that the 'Great Bard', Targous Markelund, ever refused a call to entertain!" she proclaimed, downing the rest of her ale flagon in celebration amidst the cheers of the patrons.
"Never 'eard a name like yours for a gnome lady," one drunken patron interjected.
The gnome suddenly leaped across the room and onto the barstool next to the drunkard, gripping him by the collar with a surprisingly strong arm.
"You've got a problem with Rigzag?" she threatened.
"Er, no...wait, you were the bodyguard? Then who 's the bard?"
A great shadow loomed across the drunkard as the large hand of a minotaur gently pressed onto Rigzag's shoulder.
"Don't cause trouble now, Rigzag, we need the extra gold from this job," the minotaur's harsh voice cut in.
The patrons gaped in wonder as Targous Markelund strode across the inn with a magnificent bearing to sit in a chair by the fireplace. Rigzag gave a parting glare to her victim, then quenched the inn's lanterns with a wave of her hand to create a more dramatic lighting. Targous picked up an old harp and strummed a few experimental chords. The patrons leaned in, enchanted as it's gentle melody melded with the minotaur's deep, rich storytelling voice.
"This tale is one I heard when I was very young..." Targous begins, his audience scarcely breathing for fear of disturbing the magical atmosphere.
Targous Markelund: Minotaur Bard ; Rigzag Strongfist: Gnome Fighter
Wedda Tistevilus
Wedda Tistevilus
Wedda is an alcoholic human swashbuckler. She's seen most of the Northern Ocean, and buried more friends than she can remember. She currently spends her time working as a bouncer at a dockside tavern, The Drunken Dog, where she gets her drinks as part of her pay. No one knows how old she is, but stories of her exploits go back at least thirty years. Every once in a while she can be heard muttering, "It'll come, it'll come. Once day, I can be free again." No one knows what she's talking about, but every time a new ship comes in she's the first one to greet it at port.
Baliere Mecarthia
Mya Blayse
Mya is a middle-aged human sorceress, who has lived in the outskirts of a bustling city of humans and dragonborn known as Tetha; she has an exotic look about her: with ice blue eyes and firey red hair, she can put a soilder on his guard with her steely gaze. She may have the town on end with her power, but she is the people's unoffical protector due to her natural affinety for summoning the power of storms on any raiders and pirates who dare to act too bold. Little is known about her elsewise, but she is a wrm and caring mother-figure to those who befriend her.
Jack Couran
Like a flag in the wind, a large and outlandishly colored cloak flapped and coursed up the wall of the corner tower of the town, stopping to unfurl at the top of the tower.
"Now now captain you should have known better!" Snapped a voice coming from a figure hidden by the cloak. The moon was full, glowing behind the figure from this view. That was no accident.
"Known better than to what you cowardly villain?" The captain heaved, trying to sound strong and intimidating, but instead sounding desperate.
"To put such a valuable diamond necklace on display in MY city? You should know better. Yet another precious gem to add to the collection, of 'Diamond' Jack Couran!"
The figure grabbed the corner of his cloak and pulled it around him tight, with a flourish he vanished from sight.
The next morning the criers were prancing about, almost giddy in their news, as they announced "Diamond Jack foils town guard again! Steals the Maiden's Tear amulet from right under the nose of Captain Richards! Fifth Diamond stolen this year!"
It was March. Early March.
Orpheus Von Pillenar
Whelen Simms
Whelen Simms began his life of killing before he left the womb. According to legend, Whelen's birth was a difficult one. The midwife present had voiced her concern that he may not make it. His umbilical cord was wrapped around his tiny neck and he was stuck in a position that made it impossible to extract him. Whelen apparently heard the midwife's concerns and took it upon himself to solve his problem. He is said to have reached up into his mother's chest and wrenched a rib from her breast - adding to her already immense agony. He used his growing tusks to sharpen the rib into a crude blade and then began to hack at his mother's belly. Savagely, bloodily, he emerged from her shredded abdomen to take his place in this world. He has kept that desperate tenacity close to his cold heart. Today, mere mention of the name Whelen Simms evokes terror in many a region.
Talyshia "Stiletto" Or'Endyr
Talyshia "Stiletto" Or'Endyr
Perfectly toned and standing at a regal 5' 10'', this impeccably dressed elven woman of dubious qualities stands waiting in an alleyway, one hand twirling her hair as the other rests on a hip. The unfortunate smuggler leaving the tavern notices her only too late.
Sier la Beguileuse
Sier la Beguileuse
Often found herself besieged by ill-fitting suitors. Well liked for her beauty, she was more oft than not approached for her wisdom and skills as a scholar. It was not long until she was enlisted as a tutor to the students of the arts of both wizardry and sorcery... her skill had allowed her to be master of both.
One day, while scribing, Sier noticed an oncoming rain storm. Soon, hail and sleet followed, accompanied by sharp clasps of thunder. Safe within her haven of study, she was not prepared for the siege of Quietus Judicators, masked by the storm (which must certainly have carried divine spells of obfuscation). Clerics devoted to neutrality, only by sheer numbers alone was laBeguileuse subdued!
"Your wisdom shall be distilled to all, M'lady," one of the Judicators spoke, "You shall remain our guest. Indefinitely."
(I wrote this based off your sig. I didn't think fake abs really fit :P)
Terronus (might as well)
Often found herself besieged by ill-fitting suitors. Well liked for her beauty, she was more oft than not approached for her wisdom and skills as a scholar. It was not long until she was enlisted as a tutor to the students of the arts of both wizardry and sorcery... her skill had allowed her to be master of both.
One day, while scribing, Sier noticed an oncoming rain storm. Soon, hail and sleet followed, accompanied by sharp clasps of thunder. Safe within her haven of study, she was not prepared for the siege of Quietus Judicators, masked by the storm (which must certainly have carried divine spells of obfuscation). Clerics devoted to neutrality, only by sheer numbers alone was laBeguileuse subdued!
"Your wisdom shall be distilled to all, M'lady," one of the Judicators spoke, "You shall remain our guest. Indefinitely."
(I wrote this based off your sig. I didn't think fake abs really fit :P)
Terronus (might as well)
lol I like it. Leaving out me being a lazy bum is totally acceptable ;)
Terronus [size=1]
Centuries ago, on the Isle of Goblins, there was born a goblin of exceptional timidity. Wishing his son to rise above his hereditary station of dirt farmer, his father christened him Terronus and sent him to adventuring school. Terronus certainly lived up to his name, quickly rising to the top of his class and terrorizing all of the students. Of course, his entire class consisted of a one-legged simpleton and an armless bookworm. Terronus's career as an adventure was long and prosperous and his name is still sung today. Many a night the goblins gather around the campfire and sing songs of glory, such as "Terronus versus the Sleeping Sheep," "Terronus versus the Empty Cave," "Terronus versus the Orphanage for the Blind," and "Terronus versus the Chicken Eggs." Despite his hundreds of successful, though not very profitable adventures Terronus finally met his match. But, no one ever tells the tale of "Terronus versus the Kitten," for it is a tale of pain, suffering, sorrow, and immense sadness.
Princess Kenneth "Redbeard" Hairy-Breeks
Kenneth Hairy-Breeks was a short-tembered wiry red-haired human rogue cursed with a truly awful surname. As a result, he got into a great munber of bar fights about it. He actually became a pirate, well-respected for his martial prowess and leading skills. If only his surname hadn't been impeding him...In the end he changed his name to Redbeard. It worked phenomenally. For some time at least.
And then came the fateful day...Redbeard and his crew tried to kidnap Princess Murella on her wedding day to Prince Karathon(a.k.a.boredom incarnate). Redbeard cunningly evaded the guards and entered the lady's bedroom. It was empty! There was only the huge multiple-velied(as custom dictated) wedding dress and a note, where Murella stated that she was abandoning the wedding for the man she loved. Outside there were sounds of clinging metal-the guards were coming! Damnation! Kenneth did the only thing that he could:he wore the dress. Then he was led towards the cathedral and the ceremony began. All those veils kept the deception going until it was over. Pelor's priest pronounced Prince and Princess husband and wife, Karathon lifted the veils to kiss the bride and got the shock of his life.
Everybody froxze.Kenneth was prepared for it, got out his hand-crossbow and managed to kidnap the prince. The pirates got a HUGE ransom but Kenneth never managed to shake off the name Princess Kenneth "Redbeard" Hairy-Breeks.
Goras Vourikhald
Goras Vourikhald
"Goras. Goras Vourikhald," the big half-orc mutters. "Named for Goras the Bold, one of the great heroes of the orc tribes, and the Vourikhald clan. My father's clan. My mother thought I should bear my orcish heritage proudly. Of course, that was before my father was lynched for daring to find love with a human woman." He takes a long draught of ale before continuing. "She was the real hero. She raised me unashamedly, despite the whispers and pitying looks constantly following behind us."
"Pity?" you interject.
"No one assumes a half-orc child is born out of love." He pauses for a long moment, his eyes sorrowful. "And no one assumes a half-orc man can be loved by anyone but another half-orc."
You raise your eyebrows questioningly as a lovely elven woman wraps her arm around his waist and whispers in his ear.
"No," Goras tells you, "I'm not paying her." He sets a few coins down on the counter. "Keep the change."
You pocket the extra coins and wipe down the counter as you watch Goras and the elf leave, arm in arm.
Lord Brynner Trevezant
Well, although he was originally a dwarf... I couldn't help but laugh at the story. I think next chance I have I'm gonna play a goblin.
Lord Brynner Trevezant
Lords Wardens in the North are known to be tough and Lord Brynner Trevezant was considered tough by their standards. The Trevezant family was a new heraldry, with Brynner's father being the first to achieve knighthood. Known for his wit and arm, the current lord of Gleistenwind is popular among citizens as well as goblin tribes (as a way to scare little ones in the latter case).
Now something funny:
Jozin z'Bazin
Mock26
Well, although he was originally a dwarf... I couldn't help but laugh at the story. I think next chance I have I'm gonna play a goblin.
I chose goblin because there is an Old Glory Miniatures game supplement called Terronus: Isle of Golbins.
And I am glad the story made you laugh.
Kugblat Toadflost
Unfortunately for Kugblat, his wife got very sick when it became known that the most lucrative caravan for 20 years would cross the desert, led by the Sultan himself. He led another ferocious charge at what nfortunately turned out to be a trap. Kugblat Toadflost's empty head was last seen on a spike.
Lurathien Xok
Ikblot Flopder
To this day Ikblot creates outstanding magical items, explores new markets and makes incredibly lucrative deals all over the multiverse.
(You know, I really liked Ikblot's concept. Perhaps I should play a character like her some day.)
Larek Fulkarax
A mighty Dragonborn Paladin who has devoted himself to Kord, Larek enjoys leaping headlong into the fray, and marking an opponent for him to "duel" with. His Divine Challenge doesn't so much punish an opponent for hurting his allies (although he doesn't like that) as it does for ignoring him.
Vill Torum
Sachsha Joluvsky
Synthia Sizzle Stick
To say that Synthia Sizzle Stick was enraged would be a complete and utter understatement. He gathered his entire force and assaulted the neighbouring realm. Unfortunately, that was the Great Hobgoblin Principalities. Synthia Sizzle Stick's army was utterly crushed and his keep annexed.
Grumbar the II
Sillicia Grumbi
Sillicia Grumbi
Female dwarf rogue. Born while her parents were visiting human lands, she has grown up with more experience with human culture than with that of dwarfs. Not feeling comforable settling down and learning a trade in her family's homeland, she travels around human settlements looking for something to hold her attention for a bit, before moving on. Considered to be very free-spirited and caprious (for a dwarf), she still holds on to her own personal code of honour.
Uzzra Blackfang (altually a character in a story I'm working on, so I'm curious to see what you lot think)
Many great deeds are accounted to Uzzra, including shattering the Ghurr'ash horde, defeating Ssorth the yuan-ti Archmage in a duel, sealing a gate to Xoriat and coming up with the plan that won the day against the Vraezzan drow. Although a member of another race, he is honoured as any national hero.
Mistress Jorthanna
Uzzra Blackfang is a venerable dragonborn paladin of Kord and a sorceror who has fought under the Great Hobgoblin Principalities for decades. He and his mercenary group, the Thunderblades, have won an astounding number of victories and are justly honoured by all Princes. At first the clergy of Bane tried to turn the hobgoblin rulers against Uzzra and often attempted to sabotage his efforts, yet he persevered.
Many great deeds are accounted to Uzzra, including shattering the Ghurr'ash horde, defeating Ssorth the yuan-ti Archmage in a duel, sealing a gate to Xoriat and coming up with the plan that won the day against the Vraezzan drow. Although a member of another race, he is honoured as any national hero.
That's a really cool background!
I almost feel disapopinted that the actual Uzzra is so different now
Her animal companion is a huge monstrous scorpion, and she wields wicked, curving daggers made from the fangs of gigantic spiders, complete with the spider poison preserved with magic. She protects her territory fiercely, and she kills those who commit crimes against nature in the most cruel and horrific ways she can. Not content to just kill, she feels a compulsion to inflict pain on her enemies the way she envisions that they have pained nature.
Arathax Nioraz