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<blockquote data-quote="hafrogman" data-source="post: 4718818" data-attributes="member: 8858">Well, it seems that everyone else and their brother is thinking druid, same as I was. . .I guess I'll be scrapping the dwarf in favor of something else entirely.[sblock=Khepra][code][B]Name:[/B] Kehpra No-Clan[B]Class:[/B] -[B]Background:[/B] Redemption Seeker[B]Race:[/B] Half-Orc[B]Size:[/B] Medium[B]Gender:[/B] Male[B]Alignment:[/B] Good[B]Str:[/B] 17 +3&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; [B]Level:[/B] 0&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; [B]HP:[/B] 13+X[B]Con:[/B] 13 +1&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; [B]XP:[/B] 0 / 1,000&nbsp;&nbsp; [B]Bloodied:[/b] X[B]Dex:[/B] 16 +3&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; [B]Speed:[/B] 5&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; [B]Surge Value:[/b] X[B]Int:[/B] 10 +2&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; [B]Init:[/B] +3&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; [B]Surges:[/b] X+2[B]Wis:[/B] 10 +0&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; [B]Cha:[/B] 14 +2&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; [B]SENSES:[/b]Passive Insight: 10Passive Perception: 10Special: Low-light vision[b]DEFENSES&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Base&nbsp; Armor Class&nbsp; Stat&nbsp; Misc&nbsp; Enh&nbsp; Total[/B][b]Armor Class:[/b]&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 10&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; +2&nbsp; &nbsp; --&nbsp; &nbsp; +3&nbsp; &nbsp; --&nbsp; &nbsp; --&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 15[b]Fort:[/b]&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 10&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; --&nbsp; &nbsp; --&nbsp; &nbsp; +3&nbsp; &nbsp; --&nbsp; &nbsp; --&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 13[b]Ref:[/b]&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 10&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; --&nbsp; &nbsp; --&nbsp; &nbsp; +3&nbsp; &nbsp; --&nbsp; &nbsp; --&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 13[b]Will:[/b]&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 10&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; --&nbsp; &nbsp; --&nbsp; &nbsp; +2&nbsp; &nbsp; --&nbsp; &nbsp; --&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 12[b]BASIC ATTACKS&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Attack&nbsp;&nbsp; Damage[/B]Melee&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; +4&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 1d10+3[B]Languages:[/B] Common, Giant[B]ABILITIES:[/B]Half-Orc ResilianceSwift ChargeFurious Assault[B]Feats:[/B]Durable [1st]SKILLS&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Base&nbsp; Trnd.&nbsp; Mod&nbsp; Misc&nbsp; Total[/B]Endurance&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 0&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; --&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; +1&nbsp;&nbsp; +2&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; +3Intimidate&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 0&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; --&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; +2&nbsp;&nbsp; +2&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; +4[B]EQUIPMENT:[/B]GreatswordLeather Armor[B]Total Weight:[/B] --&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; [B]Money:[/B] -- gp&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; [B]Age:[/B] 14[B]Height:[/B] 5'11&quot;[B]Weight:[/B] 160 lb[B]Eyes:[/B] Brown[B]Hair:[/B] Black[B]Skin:[/B] Sandy-grey[/code]Growing up with my father was a strange experience.&nbsp; Even before I truly understood the implications, I knew he was different.&nbsp; Even before I realized that I was different, too.&nbsp; I loved the inn when I was young.&nbsp; I grew up playing with the children of the other servants, and we had a wild, carefree life.&nbsp; I'd spend my nights above the stables with my father, and he'd tell me exciting stories of far off lands.&nbsp; My father was big, and strong, but I never saw him raise a hand in violence or anger.&nbsp; I once asked him why, and he responded by teaching me about people.&nbsp; About how the threat of violence can be more effective than the act itself, and how the promise of friendship can do more than either.As I grew older, things changed for me.&nbsp; I quickly outgrew all of my old playmates, and their parents began to take notice.&nbsp; Those who I had numbered among my friends quickly became those who shouldn't be seen with one such as I.&nbsp; I grew distant from them, spending more of my time in the stables with my father, working along side him.&nbsp; Sometimes when he would have an errand to run elsewhere, he would even leave me in charge, alone in the stables.It was on one such occasion that I found the sword.I had been hanging a lantern hook when I spotted the bundle concealed up in the rafters.&nbsp; It was long and heavy, and wrapped in old rags.&nbsp; My curiosity got the better of me, and I unwrapped it revealing a large sword of curious design.&nbsp; There was a silhouette of a great cat etched into the blade, and a tiger's eye embedded in the pommel.&nbsp; When my father returned late that night, he found me still awake, with the sword laid across my knees and questions in my heart.&nbsp; He sighed, and sat down beside me.&nbsp; For a long while he remained silent, and then he began to speak.&quot;Far to the south, lies the Wasted Lands, a desert of unrelenting harshness.&nbsp; In between here and there lies the Gan, miles upon miles of steppes, plains and grasslands.&nbsp; On the cusp between the two, where the grass fades into sand, there you will find my people.&nbsp; I still call them my people, though I doubt they would make any such claim.I can still recall the day with ease.&nbsp; The sun shone bright in a clear sky, as we assembled on the hilltop.&nbsp; I stood proudly beside my father and brothers as we gazed across to where our enemies were assembled.&nbsp; I don't think any of us knew the exact reason why we were there.&nbsp; An insult of some kind had been issued, and we were demanding a retraction.&nbsp; Of course, we expected no such apology, and had gathered in eager anticipation of the coming battle.&nbsp; Such battles were a common enough occurrence between the tribes, but it was to be my first.&nbsp; I was young, and so incredibly proud.&nbsp; My grandfather was too old to fight, but he had chosen me to carry his sword into battle, because I was his favorite, despite being the youngest, or because of it.After a few more tense moments, word came down.&nbsp; No apology had been issued.&nbsp; A great shout went up from both tribes, and we began our charge.&nbsp; Then came the moment when my life would change forever.Tradition held that each clan stood alone on its own merit.&nbsp; The strong prevailed and the weak fell.&nbsp; The balance continuously shifted over the generations as the strong eventually faltered and the weak resurged, and thus did our way of life preserve itself.&nbsp; But a new force had entered the equation.&nbsp; Why be content to rule your own clan, when you could rule them all?The insult was not boastful warriors being proud and headstrong.&nbsp; It was a calculated act of treachery.&nbsp; When the battle was joined a new force revealed itself from behind us.&nbsp; A third clan had allied themselves with our enemy and had struck from secrecy.Confusion ran through the warriors as they struggled to confront this new attack even as they fought the enemy in front of them.&nbsp; The effect was brutal.&nbsp; Before I even swung my weapon, I saw my father and eldest brother cut down in front of me.&nbsp; Their blood splashed upon me, and I looked upon their broken bodies.&nbsp; I stood for a moment, my grandfather's sword in my hand, and the pride of my clan in my heart.And then I ran.Like a cowardly dog, I ran.&nbsp; As far and as fast as I could.&quot;He finally brought himself to pick up the sword, although it obviously brough him pain.&nbsp; He weighed it in his hands and then traced the etching with one finger.&quot;I kept the sword, of course.&nbsp; I could not bring myself to throw it away, sell it or to destroy it.&nbsp; But now it is a symbol of my shame.&nbsp; The news reaches me even here, our clan no longer exists as it once did.&nbsp; Through conquest or submission, all clans have been united under the alliance.&nbsp; No warriors carry this clan symbol any longer.&nbsp; I once dreamed that I could return and restore the balance, that I could save what remains of my family. But I am only fit to save myself. I am a coward, and an oathbreaker. I bring shame to my clan.&quot;His story stunned me.&nbsp; He had never told me any of this part of his life before.&nbsp; I only knew that he had once been a wanderer, and a brief romance had left behind a son that the girl's parents were ashamed to claim kinship with.&nbsp; For my sake he had settled down at this inn, a stable master's work to provide a stable life for his child.&nbsp; I thought back upon what I knew of my father.&nbsp; It is true that he never once fought when insulted or threatened, but neither did he flee, nor cower, nor compromise.&nbsp; And that is a kind of courage as well.&nbsp; I realized then that he was not nearly as much of a coward as he himself believed.&nbsp; I reached out my hand a laid it upon his shoulder as he stared at the blade.&quot;I am proud of my father.&quot;Then, with no more words we wrapped the sword once more in its bundle, and returned it to its hiding place.&nbsp; As I slept later, I dreamed of the wild grasslands and the barren wastes and a village poised on the brink between the two.[/sblock]</blockquote>

[QUOTE="hafrogman, post: 4718818, member: 8858"] Well, it seems that everyone else and their brother is thinking druid, same as I was. . . I guess I'll be scrapping the dwarf in favor of something else entirely. [sblock=Khepra][code][B]Name:[/B] Kehpra No-Clan [B]Class:[/B] - [B]Background:[/B] Redemption Seeker [B]Race:[/B] Half-Orc [B]Size:[/B] Medium [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Alignment:[/B] Good [B]Str:[/B] 17 +3 [B]Level:[/B] 0 [B]HP:[/B] 13+X [B]Con:[/B] 13 +1 [B]XP:[/B] 0 / 1,000 [B]Bloodied:[/b] X [B]Dex:[/B] 16 +3 [B]Speed:[/B] 5 [B]Surge Value:[/b] X [B]Int:[/B] 10 +2 [B]Init:[/B] +3 [B]Surges:[/b] X+2 [B]Wis:[/B] 10 +0 [B]Cha:[/B] 14 +2 [B]SENSES:[/b] Passive Insight: 10 Passive Perception: 10 Special: Low-light vision [b]DEFENSES Base Armor Class Stat Misc Enh Total[/B] [b]Armor Class:[/b] 10 +2 -- +3 -- -- 15 [b]Fort:[/b] 10 -- -- +3 -- -- 13 [b]Ref:[/b] 10 -- -- +3 -- -- 13 [b]Will:[/b] 10 -- -- +2 -- -- 12 [b]BASIC ATTACKS Attack Damage[/B] Melee +4 1d10+3 [B]Languages:[/B] Common, Giant [B]ABILITIES:[/B] Half-Orc Resiliance Swift Charge Furious Assault [B]Feats:[/B] Durable [1st] SKILLS Base Trnd. Mod Misc Total[/B] Endurance 0 -- +1 +2 +3 Intimidate 0 -- +2 +2 +4 [B]EQUIPMENT:[/B] Greatsword Leather Armor [B]Total Weight:[/B] -- [B]Money:[/B] -- gp [B]Age:[/B] 14 [B]Height:[/B] 5'11" [B]Weight:[/B] 160 lb [B]Eyes:[/B] Brown [B]Hair:[/B] Black [B]Skin:[/B] Sandy-grey[/code] Growing up with my father was a strange experience. Even before I truly understood the implications, I knew he was different. Even before I realized that I was different, too. I loved the inn when I was young. I grew up playing with the children of the other servants, and we had a wild, carefree life. I'd spend my nights above the stables with my father, and he'd tell me exciting stories of far off lands. My father was big, and strong, but I never saw him raise a hand in violence or anger. I once asked him why, and he responded by teaching me about people. About how the threat of violence can be more effective than the act itself, and how the promise of friendship can do more than either. As I grew older, things changed for me. I quickly outgrew all of my old playmates, and their parents began to take notice. Those who I had numbered among my friends quickly became those who shouldn't be seen with one such as I. I grew distant from them, spending more of my time in the stables with my father, working along side him. Sometimes when he would have an errand to run elsewhere, he would even leave me in charge, alone in the stables. It was on one such occasion that I found the sword. I had been hanging a lantern hook when I spotted the bundle concealed up in the rafters. It was long and heavy, and wrapped in old rags. My curiosity got the better of me, and I unwrapped it revealing a large sword of curious design. There was a silhouette of a great cat etched into the blade, and a tiger's eye embedded in the pommel. When my father returned late that night, he found me still awake, with the sword laid across my knees and questions in my heart. He sighed, and sat down beside me. For a long while he remained silent, and then he began to speak. [COLOR="sandybrown"]"Far to the south, lies the Wasted Lands, a desert of unrelenting harshness. In between here and there lies the Gan, miles upon miles of steppes, plains and grasslands. On the cusp between the two, where the grass fades into sand, there you will find my people. I still call them my people, though I doubt they would make any such claim. I can still recall the day with ease. The sun shone bright in a clear sky, as we assembled on the hilltop. I stood proudly beside my father and brothers as we gazed across to where our enemies were assembled. I don't think any of us knew the exact reason why we were there. An insult of some kind had been issued, and we were demanding a retraction. Of course, we expected no such apology, and had gathered in eager anticipation of the coming battle. Such battles were a common enough occurrence between the tribes, but it was to be my first. I was young, and so incredibly proud. My grandfather was too old to fight, but he had chosen me to carry his sword into battle, because I was his favorite, despite being the youngest, or because of it. After a few more tense moments, word came down. No apology had been issued. A great shout went up from both tribes, and we began our charge. Then came the moment when my life would change forever. Tradition held that each clan stood alone on its own merit. The strong prevailed and the weak fell. The balance continuously shifted over the generations as the strong eventually faltered and the weak resurged, and thus did our way of life preserve itself. But a new force had entered the equation. Why be content to rule your own clan, when you could rule them all? The insult was not boastful warriors being proud and headstrong. It was a calculated act of treachery. When the battle was joined a new force revealed itself from behind us. A third clan had allied themselves with our enemy and had struck from secrecy. Confusion ran through the warriors as they struggled to confront this new attack even as they fought the enemy in front of them. The effect was brutal. Before I even swung my weapon, I saw my father and eldest brother cut down in front of me. Their blood splashed upon me, and I looked upon their broken bodies. I stood for a moment, my grandfather's sword in my hand, and the pride of my clan in my heart. And then I ran. Like a cowardly dog, I ran. As far and as fast as I could."[/COLOR] He finally brought himself to pick up the sword, although it obviously brough him pain. He weighed it in his hands and then traced the etching with one finger. [COLOR="SandyBrown"]"I kept the sword, of course. I could not bring myself to throw it away, sell it or to destroy it. But now it is a symbol of my shame. The news reaches me even here, our clan no longer exists as it once did. Through conquest or submission, all clans have been united under the alliance. No warriors carry this clan symbol any longer. I once dreamed that I could return and restore the balance, that I could save what remains of my family. But I am only fit to save myself. I am a coward, and an oathbreaker. I bring shame to my clan."[/COLOR] His story stunned me. He had never told me any of this part of his life before. I only knew that he had once been a wanderer, and a brief romance had left behind a son that the girl's parents were ashamed to claim kinship with. For my sake he had settled down at this inn, a stable master's work to provide a stable life for his child. I thought back upon what I knew of my father. It is true that he never once fought when insulted or threatened, but neither did he flee, nor cower, nor compromise. And that is a kind of courage as well. I realized then that he was not nearly as much of a coward as he himself believed. I reached out my hand a laid it upon his shoulder as he stared at the blade. [COLOR="YellowGreen"]"I am proud of my father."[/COLOR] Then, with no more words we wrapped the sword once more in its bundle, and returned it to its hiding place. As I slept later, I dreamed of the wild grasslands and the barren wastes and a village poised on the brink between the two.[/sblock] [/QUOTE]

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