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Name: Carfal Male Half-Orc Cleric 3 Neutral Good Origin: Sembia Strength 10 (+0) Dexterity 14 (+2) Constitution 10 (+0) Intelligence 14 (+2) Wisdom 15 (+2) Charisma 8 (-1) Size: Medium Height: 6' 7" Weight: 200 lb Skin: Greenish-gray Eyes: Yellow Hair: Black; Straight; Thin beard...

Well, you've grabbed my interest :D I've come up with a somewhat unorthodox character concept, a half-orc cleric of Deneir. Let me know what you think: Twenty-three years ago, a child was born to the heiress of a prestigious noble family in southwestern Sembia. Unfortunately, it was a half-orc...

I'm almost certain it's Sep's own creation. I'm not sure of the technical details, but (without looking) I believe that it's a demiplane bordering Faerie and the plane of Shadow. It was "colonized" by Graz'zt in the distant past.

Actually, Silentspace submitted a wizard ;)

I've come up with a background that features a close bond with one of the original adventurers, but not an actual biological relationship. This could be easily altered if such a relationship is necessary, but let me know what you think :) Mahto Jilwise: human Bardic Sage (from Unearthed Arcana)...

Y'know, it takes real talent to make the language itself as interesting as the events it describes. Bravo! :D

Well, I see we don't have any cleric submissions yet, and inspiration finally struck me, so... NAME: Malfaeus Epscalhorn RACE/GENDER/CLASS: human male cleric of Abadar ALIGNMENT: LN ROLE: healing, combat support with spells and crossbow, motivational speaking ;) FEATS: I'll focus on ranged...

*Pssst*... remember to update the thread title :)

Ruathen glances behind him, then turns, whistling sharply. "Padraig! Perhaps we should make our way back, and regroup while this respite lasts," he says, taking a suggestive step backward.

Another installment, another richly descriptive foray into charmingly schizophrenic territories :D

Ruathen nods in gratitude to Jasper, and moves to place himself between the rest of the party and Konstantine's illusory wall, providing ground cover against anything that may disbelieve it and burst through.

As the spiders' assault drives him to the brink of unconsciousness, Ruathen staggers weakly back down the southern corridor, out of the spiders' line of sight. "More... behind us," he half-shouts, half gasps to the others.

Noting that the spiders down the southern passage would fire on him before he could reach them, and unwilling to chase blindly after the two that scurried off to the west, but determined not to allow the others to be ambushed from behind, Ruathen prepares himself for their probable return.

Unsure whether or not they've been double-crossed, Ruathen rounds the corner to face whatever fired on Gil, and casts a Flare of his own before the eyes of the one nearest.

Ruathen eyes the humanoids uneasily. To the others, he whispers "I'm as suspicious as the next person, but on the other hand, they do appear to be enemies of the bugbears. You know what they say about the enemy of one's enemy..." he says with a shrug.

Ruathen goes pale and puts a hand over his mouth as the surroundings come to light, and grasps the hilt of his rapier in a white-knuckled deathgrip.

"Imagine that: a machine being immobilized by lubrication. Ha!" Ruathen grins, looking rather pleased with himself. After taking his turn down the northern passage to get some fresh air in his lungs, he returns to the group. Peering at the chime Konstantine is examining, he offers "Well, I...

"Let's see them scurry past this! Ready your bows - I'm about to prepare some "sitting duck," Ruathen chuckles as he concentrates his attention down the hallway. Ruathen casts grease, centered on the construct

"Don't worry!" Ruathen calls to Jasper and Konstantine, "I've got you covered!" Glancing at Konstantine's predicament, he grimaces. "Er, bad choice of words. Sorry." I'm assuming Ruathen can see a fair distance down the hallway from his position at the corner of the doorway. If not, he'll step...

Ruathen likewise takes up position, poised across the doorway from Padraig, and prepared to cast Grease into the center of the room ahead of them as soon as the first spider appears.