industrygothica
Adventurer
What about the Paladin?
Ah yes. Make that two strikers and a defender, then. I see a halfling and automatically think rogue. Thanks for calling me out there..
The Shadowrift of Umbraforge was the last one. Here's a link.
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Ah yes. Make that two strikers and a defender, then. I see a halfling and automatically think rogue. Thanks for calling me out there..
The Shadowrift of Umbraforge was the last one. Here's a link.
The Digger
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ROGUE! Are you calling me a rogue?
Varlet! Wash your mouth out or I'll bite yer kneecaps!
industrygothica
Adventurer
Yeah, well....
EvolutionKB
First Post
I'd be interested as well. I am thinking warlord, probably dragonborn and inspiring.
garyh
First Post
Erekose, for what it's worth, you have my blessing to make Brega your own.
Have fun, folks! IG runs a good game.
stonegod
Spawn of Khyber/LEB Judge
So, here's my pitch:
Jormund
[sblock=Backgrond]Jormund is an unusual dwarf. At an early age, he showed a propensity for magic, a skill not that common amongst his clan. Stealing away before he could be apprenticed, he begged the first Eladrin wizard he saw to take him under his wing. It was a poor choice on his part; Wythain was a brutal, boorish, and snobbish master, treating Jormund little better than a slave knowing the dwarf's "honor" would keep him bound.
Jormund did well in his studies, even if they were a little unconventional for the other pupils or dwarves. He spent most of his time in study, in fact. So much so, that he discovered something unpleasant about his master. Wythain was making bargains with dark creatures. For what... it was not clear. For when his master found out, the dwarf fled. He used a ritual scroll he has found and soon was far away. Far away from his clan, the border Feywild outpost of his teaching, from everything he knew.
It was a perfect time for a new start.[/sblock]
Jormund is a wizard.
Str 13 Dex 10 Wis 16
Con 16 Int 16 Cha 8
I'm thinking Staff specialist, with Arcana, Dungeoneering, History, and Insight as skills, cloud of daggers, ray of frost, chill strike, and acid arrow as powers. Burnign Blizzard as his feat.
Jormund
[sblock=Backgrond]Jormund is an unusual dwarf. At an early age, he showed a propensity for magic, a skill not that common amongst his clan. Stealing away before he could be apprenticed, he begged the first Eladrin wizard he saw to take him under his wing. It was a poor choice on his part; Wythain was a brutal, boorish, and snobbish master, treating Jormund little better than a slave knowing the dwarf's "honor" would keep him bound.
Jormund did well in his studies, even if they were a little unconventional for the other pupils or dwarves. He spent most of his time in study, in fact. So much so, that he discovered something unpleasant about his master. Wythain was making bargains with dark creatures. For what... it was not clear. For when his master found out, the dwarf fled. He used a ritual scroll he has found and soon was far away. Far away from his clan, the border Feywild outpost of his teaching, from everything he knew.
It was a perfect time for a new start.[/sblock]
Jormund is a wizard.
Str 13 Dex 10 Wis 16
Con 16 Int 16 Cha 8
I'm thinking Staff specialist, with Arcana, Dungeoneering, History, and Insight as skills, cloud of daggers, ray of frost, chill strike, and acid arrow as powers. Burnign Blizzard as his feat.
EvolutionKB
First Post
My submission:
[sblock=Background]
Raksblen was employed as a guard in a caravan coming to Brindol. His caravan came under attack by hobgoblin's on the road though, and Raksblen was knocked unconscious, the rest of the group killed. The bandits were there more for the goods than they were with killing people, so when Raksblen fell into a ditch by the side of the road he escaped their notice. Raksblen awoke to the sound of a cawing raven. He looked up and thought he was dreaming, for the raven, which was standing on a stump nearby spoke to him. "Finish your journey, your time has yet to come. The Raven Queen has saved you from your previous fate and put you upon the path you will soon walk. With her gifts comes a price though, your vision forever will be tainted, so that all creatures you see, show the ravages of time..."
As the raven spoke the final words, Raksblen felt a breeze on the scales of his thick neck. The feathers of the raven blew away in a breeze, revealing dead flesh beneath, which subsequently rotted away revealing the skeleton as it fell into pieces around the stump. Raksblen blinked and the bones were gone, but a single feather remained. Raksblen lay there for several moments, trying to sort out things in his mind. Finally, he stood, and grabbed the feather as well. If a god was going to save his life, he might as well be grateful for it. Tieing the feather to a leather thong from a dead man's boot, Reksblen draped the feather around his neck and finished his journey to Brindol.
Rekblen found the price he paid for the Queen's gift awefully disconcerting. People and animals aged, and rotted away before his eyes, doing the very thing that he tried to prevent, death. When a playing child fell and broke his arm, Reksblen realized the true exent of his abilities, and the child aged and his skin became sunken in mere seconds, the dragonborn realized he could more easily set and repair the wound, or at least since he could clearly see the break, make the child more comfortable until a proper cleric arrived. Though his gift was harmless most of the time, it could be permanant if the dragonborn called upon name of his savior.
Though he knows not the true extent of his role with his mistress, he knows it will be soon shown to him.[/sblock]
Dragonborn inspring warlord, trained skills: athletics, diplomacy, heal, intimidate(plus one from soldier of the faith), furious strike, wolf pack tactics, guarding attack, bastion of defense. Feat would be soldier of the faith. Would fight with longsword a light shield.
[sblock=Background]
Raksblen was employed as a guard in a caravan coming to Brindol. His caravan came under attack by hobgoblin's on the road though, and Raksblen was knocked unconscious, the rest of the group killed. The bandits were there more for the goods than they were with killing people, so when Raksblen fell into a ditch by the side of the road he escaped their notice. Raksblen awoke to the sound of a cawing raven. He looked up and thought he was dreaming, for the raven, which was standing on a stump nearby spoke to him. "Finish your journey, your time has yet to come. The Raven Queen has saved you from your previous fate and put you upon the path you will soon walk. With her gifts comes a price though, your vision forever will be tainted, so that all creatures you see, show the ravages of time..."
As the raven spoke the final words, Raksblen felt a breeze on the scales of his thick neck. The feathers of the raven blew away in a breeze, revealing dead flesh beneath, which subsequently rotted away revealing the skeleton as it fell into pieces around the stump. Raksblen blinked and the bones were gone, but a single feather remained. Raksblen lay there for several moments, trying to sort out things in his mind. Finally, he stood, and grabbed the feather as well. If a god was going to save his life, he might as well be grateful for it. Tieing the feather to a leather thong from a dead man's boot, Reksblen draped the feather around his neck and finished his journey to Brindol.
Rekblen found the price he paid for the Queen's gift awefully disconcerting. People and animals aged, and rotted away before his eyes, doing the very thing that he tried to prevent, death. When a playing child fell and broke his arm, Reksblen realized the true exent of his abilities, and the child aged and his skin became sunken in mere seconds, the dragonborn realized he could more easily set and repair the wound, or at least since he could clearly see the break, make the child more comfortable until a proper cleric arrived. Though his gift was harmless most of the time, it could be permanant if the dragonborn called upon name of his savior.
Though he knows not the true extent of his role with his mistress, he knows it will be soon shown to him.[/sblock]
Dragonborn inspring warlord, trained skills: athletics, diplomacy, heal, intimidate(plus one from soldier of the faith), furious strike, wolf pack tactics, guarding attack, bastion of defense. Feat would be soldier of the faith. Would fight with longsword a light shield.
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industrygothica
Adventurer
Brega is yours. You can start posting immediately.
Also, looks like renau1g is still MIA, so we will be taking one more. Erekose13, as you are part of the group now your input is appreciated if you have any preferences on who you'd like to see join. Keep in mind that ren's character, Illian, was our only cleric.
-IG
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