Atanatotatos
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Clerics are mighty! (by the way welcome to you all guys 
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NOW LIVE! Into the Woods--new character species, eerie monsters, and haunting villains to populate the woodlands of your D&D games.
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Sparky
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renau1g: Axabraxas' mechanics and back story look good. I dig that he's being punished for wavering. I would like to know more about the four dragons he slew and why he slew them. Keep in mind that dragons aren't sentient in this setting. I'm also curious about what Axabraxas' punishment entails.
I would also like to see some background on your 1st level PC. The Dragh relatively recently discovered Naedur (through outcast Goblins)
hafrogman: The Goblin Queen's background is really something. I'd like to see what you cook up for her mechanics (remember the focus on her gear).
For what the Goblins do and what their lives are like, I'm happy to give you your head. I was thinking that maybe adult males are cast out of the City (since the orginal Oath covered the women and children) because they are not protected by the letter of the original Oath somehow or other. But how the Goblin population is mananged (I'm thinking Goblins are, by necessity, rather prolific) is up to you. And who Gutwick is is up to you as well. Interested to see what you come up with.
garyh: Cleric is totally fine. I have D&Di tools too, so anything in there is fine by me.
I would also like to see some background on your 1st level PC. The Dragh relatively recently discovered Naedur (through outcast Goblins)
hafrogman: The Goblin Queen's background is really something. I'd like to see what you cook up for her mechanics (remember the focus on her gear).
For what the Goblins do and what their lives are like, I'm happy to give you your head. I was thinking that maybe adult males are cast out of the City (since the orginal Oath covered the women and children) because they are not protected by the letter of the original Oath somehow or other. But how the Goblin population is mananged (I'm thinking Goblins are, by necessity, rather prolific) is up to you. And who Gutwick is is up to you as well. Interested to see what you come up with.
garyh: Cleric is totally fine. I have D&Di tools too, so anything in there is fine by me.
renau1g
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Sure, thanks for the feedback. I'll be changing it to 5 dragons, 1 for each of the chromatic dragons. These were a test from Kord to prove Axabraxas' Strength and Courage, and these creatures are an anathema to dragonborn as they represent a true threat to them. A perfect hunter. Also, Kord is typically a foe of evil dragons, which might have some ties to Bahamut in that respect.
As for his punishment, the coward dragonborn would be made in body what his spirit has shown (at least according to Kord). He would have his guts ripped out each day by a gold dragon, only to be healed of his wounds by servants of Kord.
I'll get the background for my PC later tonight.
hafrogman
Adventurer
Well, I'm not certain that the dwarves would neccessarily want a community composed entirely of adult male goblins (with grudges) camping on their doorstep. And, they're probably not going to for a simple extermination policy. So I figure the best method would be enforced gender segregation, prevent little goblins in the first place.
[sblock=On Being a Goblin]The goblins work as servants, assistants or laborers under strict supervision. If they're not working, they're confined to their own portions of the city. The male quarters and the female quarters are at opposite ends of the city, and kept under watch to prevent illicit visitations. Any goblin caught violating curfew and attempting to circumvent the population control laws immediately forfeits their citizenship and is ejected from the city. It is from one of these exiles that the Dragh learned of Naedur.
The right for a goblin to become a parent is a fiercely fought over honor, administered by the dwarves (of course). Such selective breeding might imply that only the best and brightest among the goblins would be chosen, and over a thousand years, goblins could be a very different people than they once were. However, the best and the brightest are also those most likely to chafe against the dwarven rule. Thus it is that those most often chosen are the helpful, subservient and complacent, leading to a race that is much the same. However, occasionally fate twists in unseen ways and throws back a reject, a goblin that harkens back to their glory days under the reign of the Goblin Queen.
The Queen herself is worshipped among the city's goblins. Soon after the founding of Naedur, goblins began whispering among themselves of dreams and portents given to them by the Queen. The tale began to circulate of her sacrifice, despite no Naedur goblin having witnessed the event. Over the ensuing milenium, real memories of the Goblin Queen quickly faded and were replaced only by legend. Any rough edges she may have possessed in life were quickly worn away by the adoration of her people. She was worshipped as a goddess, a kind and benevolent spirit. One who would provide shelter and hope to the downtrodden.[/sblock]
Sadly, my computer erased my character file for The Goblin Queen. So no stats yet, but I had everything worked out in my head, so it'll go fairly quickly once I'm no longer at work. Gutwick's story to follow. . .
renau1g
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Argosin was born in the Dragh Clan, of around 200 members. He never
met his father, Tyrnan, as he had perished defended the clan during the 'dark times' before the egg had hatched. Tyrnan had been in charge of leading the defenders of their small clan. Balthasar's mother, Jasra, raised him to follow in his father's footsteps and become a glorious battle commander. She told him stories of his father's noble conquests and exploits, and of the dragonborn race's valiant effort against the unending attacks of the warforged..
Trynan's blood truly did flow through Argosin's veins, as he quickly honed his skill as both a ferocious fighter and a competent leader. He became captain of the guard at age 25. In the spring after his 28th birthday, he married a woman from his father's clan, Shekara. She bore a healthy egg in the summertime. He never understood why he was drawn to her, and had grown to resent both her and their egg.
Argosin was out with the rest of the guard hunting boar for the clan's winter stockpile. They had killed all they could carry back with them, and Argosin told his comrades to carry the carcasses back while he finished one last kill. He did so, and headed back toward the clan.
As he was nearing it, he heard terrible commotion from within the current villiage, screams of terror, furniture being destroyed, and, to his most terrifying horror, the creaking of wood and metal from the warforged.
"They've finally found us" Argosin thought
He dropped the heavy load on his back and quickly drew his sword darting out from the trees. Tents were lying burned and in ruins, fires raged in all directions, smoke billowed from almost everywhere. Through the ash, he spotted a group of warforged threatening his tent. Argosin roared, raised his blade above his head and charged at the group. His actions did not go unanswered, as they turned their heads in unison and spotted Balthasar's plan. Even with the pounding of five pairs of arms, Argosin managed to overcome their attacks and beat back the warforged. He saw his fellows had managed the same.
Following the attack, Argosin cautiously peeked inside the tent and immediately wished he hadn't. The corpse of his wife lie curled protectingly around their crushed egg, she had tried to keep it safe at the cost of her own life. He bent down over egg and wept. A deep gash had been cut in his honor, knowing he was so powerless to defend the ones who he loved. He took a small piece of his unborn son's shell and his wife's necklace, and placed the shell on it as its pendant. Another scouting party of the clan had captured a fleeing goblin from the mountain range a few miles away and the creature had an interesting story to tell of a city still standing, although it was under the mountain.
The clan elder ordered everyone to head that way, and it was there that they discovered Naedur, and there longtime enemies, the Balash. It had been a long few years and tensions still ran very high amongst the two clans, but so far they'd managed to live together without their longstanding enmity coming to a boil.
The dwarves didn't trust Argosin to lead, or even have a place, in their defense force, saying he was too reckless and would endanger their clan. He was reduced to little more than a simple miner, his great strength allowing him to dig for great periods of time. Argosin had turned to dwarven spirits to ease his pain and feelings of hopelessness and uselessness. He had received his Duty stone from Zlatan and Heskrash, when things took a change.
met his father, Tyrnan, as he had perished defended the clan during the 'dark times' before the egg had hatched. Tyrnan had been in charge of leading the defenders of their small clan. Balthasar's mother, Jasra, raised him to follow in his father's footsteps and become a glorious battle commander. She told him stories of his father's noble conquests and exploits, and of the dragonborn race's valiant effort against the unending attacks of the warforged..
Trynan's blood truly did flow through Argosin's veins, as he quickly honed his skill as both a ferocious fighter and a competent leader. He became captain of the guard at age 25. In the spring after his 28th birthday, he married a woman from his father's clan, Shekara. She bore a healthy egg in the summertime. He never understood why he was drawn to her, and had grown to resent both her and their egg.
Argosin was out with the rest of the guard hunting boar for the clan's winter stockpile. They had killed all they could carry back with them, and Argosin told his comrades to carry the carcasses back while he finished one last kill. He did so, and headed back toward the clan.
As he was nearing it, he heard terrible commotion from within the current villiage, screams of terror, furniture being destroyed, and, to his most terrifying horror, the creaking of wood and metal from the warforged.
"They've finally found us" Argosin thought
He dropped the heavy load on his back and quickly drew his sword darting out from the trees. Tents were lying burned and in ruins, fires raged in all directions, smoke billowed from almost everywhere. Through the ash, he spotted a group of warforged threatening his tent. Argosin roared, raised his blade above his head and charged at the group. His actions did not go unanswered, as they turned their heads in unison and spotted Balthasar's plan. Even with the pounding of five pairs of arms, Argosin managed to overcome their attacks and beat back the warforged. He saw his fellows had managed the same.
Following the attack, Argosin cautiously peeked inside the tent and immediately wished he hadn't. The corpse of his wife lie curled protectingly around their crushed egg, she had tried to keep it safe at the cost of her own life. He bent down over egg and wept. A deep gash had been cut in his honor, knowing he was so powerless to defend the ones who he loved. He took a small piece of his unborn son's shell and his wife's necklace, and placed the shell on it as its pendant. Another scouting party of the clan had captured a fleeing goblin from the mountain range a few miles away and the creature had an interesting story to tell of a city still standing, although it was under the mountain.
The clan elder ordered everyone to head that way, and it was there that they discovered Naedur, and there longtime enemies, the Balash. It had been a long few years and tensions still ran very high amongst the two clans, but so far they'd managed to live together without their longstanding enmity coming to a boil.
The dwarves didn't trust Argosin to lead, or even have a place, in their defense force, saying he was too reckless and would endanger their clan. He was reduced to little more than a simple miner, his great strength allowing him to dig for great periods of time. Argosin had turned to dwarven spirits to ease his pain and feelings of hopelessness and uselessness. He had received his Duty stone from Zlatan and Heskrash, when things took a change.
hafrogman
Adventurer
[sblock=Gutwick]*slapslapslapslapslap*
The sound of my bare feet on the stone floor resounded noisily as I run full speed for the craft district. I dodged around people in my way, ducking and weaving, offering a continual blanket apology and ignoring the angry mutterings that followed in my wake.
"Sorry, sorry, excuse me, can't be late, sorry, oops, sorry!"
I was still running so fast when I reached the shop that I nearly flew past the door, unable to stop. I reached out a hand, grabbing the door jamb and using it to swing myself inside. My feet scrabbled for purchase as I thrust myself through the doorway and I tried to right myself. I allowed myself a single ragged breath before instantly standing straight and, feigning nonchalance I didn't feel, looking around the store. Nobody. Did I beat him here? I quickly grabbed a broom and started sweeping industriously. I'd hardly been at it for a few seconds when he spoke from behind me.
"You're late."
I jumped in surprise, and dropped the broom with a clatter. My head drooped. I was caught. I turned sheepishly, my best hangdog expression on my face, but the scowl on Hargin's face told me that it wasn't going to work this time. I blanched slightly. I liked working for the dwarven smith. He was a better taskmaster than most, and the work was more interesting than the menial labor most of my kin are charged with. Not that I was actually allowed to help in any of the forging, but running errands and assisting the smith was better than drudgery.
He seemed to hold goblins in a better light than many dwarves. He was even friendly on occasion, he'd given me a simple blade on my naming day. Nothing fancy, but a real sword. Just like I'd always dreamed of having as a youngling. I'd listen to the tales of the Goblin Queen and dream of being a hero in her service.
"I'm sorry, Master Hargin, I was just. . ."
He cut me off, still scowling.
"You were just daydreaming again. Damn it boy, you know I'm supposed to report you to the truant guards. Now I don't want to lose my assistant, and you don't want to end up in their bad books. Nobody's happy about what happened with the last exile. The gods only know what they'll get it into their heads to do next time one of you damn fools gets caught."
His scowl softened a little as he spoke. He was probably more disappointed than angry, but it would still be best not to antagonize him further. I ducked my head, retrieved my broom and got back to work as fast as was seemly.
I tried to remain vigilant in my battle against dust, but my heart wasn't in it today. Still, I kept up a steady effort, watching the people pass on the street outside to pass my time. My heart skipped a beat when I saw her walking past. She worked nearby in the district, at a tailor's shop. I saw her every so often walking past on the street. Of course I couldn't talk to her, but I'd managed to find out her name through subtle inquiry. Jezra. She was beautiful. But if I ever wanted to have a shot at that kind of life, I had to do better, I had to be better. Hargin liked me well enough, but that wasn't good enough to get me in with the Population Council. I'd have to do something great for the city.
I was still sighing to myself and gazing outside when I heard Hargin's voice from behind me for the second time that morning.
"Bah, you're useless this morning."
He took the broom from my hands and handed me a duty stone.
"If you've time enough to stare into space, you have time enough to help with the harvest. They're short of people today. Come back here when your mind in back where it belongs."[/sblock]
The sound of my bare feet on the stone floor resounded noisily as I run full speed for the craft district. I dodged around people in my way, ducking and weaving, offering a continual blanket apology and ignoring the angry mutterings that followed in my wake.
"Sorry, sorry, excuse me, can't be late, sorry, oops, sorry!"
I was still running so fast when I reached the shop that I nearly flew past the door, unable to stop. I reached out a hand, grabbing the door jamb and using it to swing myself inside. My feet scrabbled for purchase as I thrust myself through the doorway and I tried to right myself. I allowed myself a single ragged breath before instantly standing straight and, feigning nonchalance I didn't feel, looking around the store. Nobody. Did I beat him here? I quickly grabbed a broom and started sweeping industriously. I'd hardly been at it for a few seconds when he spoke from behind me.
"You're late."
I jumped in surprise, and dropped the broom with a clatter. My head drooped. I was caught. I turned sheepishly, my best hangdog expression on my face, but the scowl on Hargin's face told me that it wasn't going to work this time. I blanched slightly. I liked working for the dwarven smith. He was a better taskmaster than most, and the work was more interesting than the menial labor most of my kin are charged with. Not that I was actually allowed to help in any of the forging, but running errands and assisting the smith was better than drudgery.
He seemed to hold goblins in a better light than many dwarves. He was even friendly on occasion, he'd given me a simple blade on my naming day. Nothing fancy, but a real sword. Just like I'd always dreamed of having as a youngling. I'd listen to the tales of the Goblin Queen and dream of being a hero in her service.
"I'm sorry, Master Hargin, I was just. . ."
He cut me off, still scowling.
"You were just daydreaming again. Damn it boy, you know I'm supposed to report you to the truant guards. Now I don't want to lose my assistant, and you don't want to end up in their bad books. Nobody's happy about what happened with the last exile. The gods only know what they'll get it into their heads to do next time one of you damn fools gets caught."
His scowl softened a little as he spoke. He was probably more disappointed than angry, but it would still be best not to antagonize him further. I ducked my head, retrieved my broom and got back to work as fast as was seemly.
I tried to remain vigilant in my battle against dust, but my heart wasn't in it today. Still, I kept up a steady effort, watching the people pass on the street outside to pass my time. My heart skipped a beat when I saw her walking past. She worked nearby in the district, at a tailor's shop. I saw her every so often walking past on the street. Of course I couldn't talk to her, but I'd managed to find out her name through subtle inquiry. Jezra. She was beautiful. But if I ever wanted to have a shot at that kind of life, I had to do better, I had to be better. Hargin liked me well enough, but that wasn't good enough to get me in with the Population Council. I'd have to do something great for the city.
I was still sighing to myself and gazing outside when I heard Hargin's voice from behind me for the second time that morning.
"Bah, you're useless this morning."
He took the broom from my hands and handed me a duty stone.
"If you've time enough to stare into space, you have time enough to help with the harvest. They're short of people today. Come back here when your mind in back where it belongs."[/sblock]
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