Darkness Under Cold Stones
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hafrogman
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[sblock=Description]Ivan is a tall, striking man of average build, but with a powerful presence to him. His dark red hair flows to his shoulders, pulled back to reveal sharp features and bright, green eyes. He's young still, just into his mid-twenties, but acts with maturity and confidence in his role as priest. There is a large burn scar on his chest, but mostly it is covered, showing as only a few faint tendrils climbing up his neck.[/sblock][sblock=Background]Ivan has lived in the same town his whole life, but he's never shown any discontent with that fact. Twenty four years ago, the winter was just as bitterly cold as this one, when he was brought into the world. His mother held him in her arms, sitting close to the hearth to keep the chill from her newborn son. The babe gazed deep into the dancing flames and a relationship was forged that would last him a lifetime.
He was a fairly normal child, running, playing with the other children. Sometimes minding his elders, sometimes not. But the one place he stood out was his obsession with fire. It took him longer than other children to learn to mind it's power and not get himself burned. He could occasionally be found lost in thought, staring into the flames, oblivious to the rest of the world.
When he was older, a priest came and sought him out for instruction. Ivan learned about fire as an elemental force, fire the destroyer and fire, the giver of life. He learned respect for fire, not the simple fear of its bite that most have, but a true and deep understanding of fire's role in the world and human life. He studied for a long time with the priest, and eventually became a iniate of the fire. In his final induction, he embraced the living fire to his chest, it's power infusing him even as it burned him. When Ivan recovered, his mentor returned from whence he came, and Ivan began his new life. He served his town as their priest of fire, using his powers to stave off the encroaching winters as best he could. But sometimes, one man's efforts are not enough.[/sblock]
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[B]Name:[/B] Ivan Bernhardt
[B]Class:[/B] Cleric
[B]Race:[/B] Human
[B]Size:[/B] Medium (6'1", 193 lbs)
[B]Gender:[/B] Male
[B]Alignment:[/B] Chaotic Good
[B]Deity:[/B] Fire
[B]Str:[/B] 14 +2 (6p.) [B]Level:[/B] 2 [B]XP:[/B] 0
[B]Dex:[/B] 10 +0 (2p.) [B]BAB:[/B] +1 [B]HP:[/B] 18 (2d8+4)
[B]Con:[/B] 14 +2 (6p.) [B]Grapple:[/B] +3
[B]Int:[/B] 10 +0 (2p.) [B]Speed:[/B] 20'
[B]Wis:[/B] 16 +3 (10p.) [B]Init:[/B] +0
[B]Cha:[/B] 14 +2 (6p.)
[B]Base Armor Shield Dex Size Misc[/B]
[B]Armor:[/B] 16 10 +5 +1 +0 +0 --
[B]Touch:[/B] 10
[B]Flat:[/B] 16
[B]Base Mod Misc[/B]
[B]Fort:[/B] +5 +3 +2 +0
[B]Ref:[/B] +0 +0 +0 +0
[B]Will:[/B] +6 +3 +3 +0
[B]Weapon Attack Damage Critical[/B]
MW Heavy Mace +4 1d8+2 20
Dagger +3 1d4+2 19-20
Dagger, Thrown +1 1d4+2 19-20 (10' range increment)
[B]Languages:[/B] Common
[B]Abilities:[/B]
Aura(Chaos, Good)
Turn Undead
Spontaneous Healing
Domains
- Fire (turn water, rebuke fire) [5/day]
- Sun (greater turning 1/day)
Clerical Spells
[B]Spells:[/B]
0th: 4 (Cure Minor Wounds x2, Light, Purify Food and Drink)
1st: 3+1 (Bless, Magic Weapon, Endure Elements, Burning Hands [D])
[B]Feats:[/B]
Negotiator[human]
Sacred Healing[1st]
[B]Skill Points:[/B] 15 [B]Max Ranks:[/B] 5/2
[B]Skills: Ranks Mod Misc[/B]
Concentration +7 5 +2 --
Diplomacy +9 5 +2 +2
Heal +8 5 +3 --
xSense Motive +7 0 +3 +2,+2
Armor Check Penalty: -3
[B]Equipment: Cost Weight[/B]
Backpack 2gp 2lb
Belt Pouch 2gp 1lb
Blanket, Winter 0.5gp 3lb
Flint & Steel 1gp 0lb
Holy Symbol (silver) 25gp 1lb
Rations (7 days) 3.5gp 7lb
Rope, Silk (50') 10gp 5lb
Waterskin 1gp 4lb
MW Heavy Mace 312gp 8lb
Dagger (2) 4gp 2lb
MW Breastplate 350gp 30lb
MW Buckler 165gp 5lb
Total 876
[B]Total Weight:[/B] 68lb (medium load)
[B]Money:[/B] 24 gp 0 sp 0 cp[sblock=Description]Ivan is a tall, striking man of average build, but with a powerful presence to him. His dark red hair flows to his shoulders, pulled back to reveal sharp features and bright, green eyes. He's young still, just into his mid-twenties, but acts with maturity and confidence in his role as priest. There is a large burn scar on his chest, but mostly it is covered, showing as only a few faint tendrils climbing up his neck.[/sblock][sblock=Background]Ivan has lived in the same town his whole life, but he's never shown any discontent with that fact. Twenty four years ago, the winter was just as bitterly cold as this one, when he was brought into the world. His mother held him in her arms, sitting close to the hearth to keep the chill from her newborn son. The babe gazed deep into the dancing flames and a relationship was forged that would last him a lifetime.
He was a fairly normal child, running, playing with the other children. Sometimes minding his elders, sometimes not. But the one place he stood out was his obsession with fire. It took him longer than other children to learn to mind it's power and not get himself burned. He could occasionally be found lost in thought, staring into the flames, oblivious to the rest of the world.
When he was older, a priest came and sought him out for instruction. Ivan learned about fire as an elemental force, fire the destroyer and fire, the giver of life. He learned respect for fire, not the simple fear of its bite that most have, but a true and deep understanding of fire's role in the world and human life. He studied for a long time with the priest, and eventually became a iniate of the fire. In his final induction, he embraced the living fire to his chest, it's power infusing him even as it burned him. When Ivan recovered, his mentor returned from whence he came, and Ivan began his new life. He served his town as their priest of fire, using his powers to stave off the encroaching winters as best he could. But sometimes, one man's efforts are not enough.[/sblock]
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Land Outcast
Explorer
This is looking good... feel free to iclude (or work out) possible links with other of the submitted characters.
Halfrogman: Could you include the details for the Mwk.Bucker? just for completness sake
Halfrogman: Could you include the details for the Mwk.Bucker? just for completness sake
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Land Outcast
Explorer
With this rate of applications I'm not sure if I'll be able to choose between all the participants, not even sure if I'll finish reading all the entries... just overwhelming... [/sarcasm]
Scotley
Hero
I hope you can work me into your busy schedule. I'm still working out the details of Kragor the Human Duskblade. I wrote a little piece for his background. It alters the fluff a little. I don't know how much world building you've done, but if it conflicts I will make changes. Character to follow this evening.
[sblock]Kragor woke from sleep with a start, “The hounds, the hounds!” He was drenched with a cold sweat. The howling was only a lone hungry wolf far out in the night. Shivering and in the chill room, he dropped a fresh log on the dying embers and prodded the fire in the little hearth back to life. There might not be enough to eat in this godsforsaken hamlet, but at least the forest meant they wouldn’t freeze. Wrapping a blanket around himself, the olive skinned man raised a flap to peek out the window. Still the small hours of the night he thought with a sigh. He should have taken the boat south and let Largos ride that nag into the frozen north. Largos was probably sitting on the Sunstrand drinking chilled wine punch under a palm tree. He thought back to that terrible day.
Largos burst into the study. “Gather your things lad, we must flee. Old Red Rolgarth has put a bounty on all Duskblades. Even young pups like you.”
Blinking in confusion Kragor asked, “The Duke? Why? We didn’t even fight in his war.”
“That’s the point lad. He thinks if you aren’t with him you’re against him. He never liked our order anyway. Brado and Silvo’s daughter took it upon themselves to try and help defend Longpool against the Duke’s men. That was all the excuse he needed to send his army to the Citadel.”
“Gods no!” The younger man got to his feet and began to buckle on his sword. “We’ll gut Rolgarth and hang him from the gate.”
“Easy lad it is too late for that. The Citadel is fallen. The High Ones decided it was better to flee though the Twilight Gate. Almost everyone got out. Senior Prado took the Tome of Dusk and Ammon’s Blade west across the sea. The rest are scattering.”
“The Book and Blade are safe?” Nodded to himself, “Then the order will survive. What of the initiate’s tower here?”
“To be abandoned and burned,” Largos announced. “We are to scatter you lot to the wind. You’ve your choice, we’ve a boat big enough for perhaps six…”
“I’ve never been fond of boats, is there ought else?”, Kragor cut in.
Largos shrugged, “I’ve an old nag in the yard that you can ride North on the high road if you like. Dara’s got a horse and will be going that way. I’ll take the boat.”
“Thank you Largos,” The men shook hands, “We’ll meet again soon. Someone will bring an end to Duke Rolgarth and the order will rebuild.” Largos nodded, but looked doubtful.
Kragor went to gather his gear and he and Dara departed quickly. As they road North a plume of smoke rose in the distance behind them. Soon, hounds were baying behind. The bounty hunters were in pursuit.
The rest was a jumble of memories, riding that nag until she dropped, the running and hiding, quick deadly engagements with the pursuers, spells and swords, Dara dying in his arms. Finally, he got far enough north that few people knew what the Duskblades were. His olive skin and curly dark hair stood out here, but word of Duke Rolgarth’s war much less his bounty had yet to reach this land.
Kragor took a drink of water from a pitcher on the night stand and put one more log on the fire. He slipped back into sleep wondering what the day would hold…
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Okay here's a first draft. Obviously, I still have some work to do.[sblock]Kragor Tragaren
Human Duskblade 2nd lvl
Neutral Good
Str 15
Dex 12
Con 12
Int 14
Wis 12
Cha 12.
Patron:
Hit Points 8+1d8+2
AC 18, Touch 13, Flat 15
Init +1
BAB +2, Grap +3
Speed 30 (base 30, light armor)
Fort +4, Ref +1, Will +4
+6 Melee, Longsword, 1d8 19-20/x2
+4 Melee, Flail, 1d8 20/x2 trip or +2 on disarm
+3 Ranged, Javelin, 1d6, 20/x2, 30'r
Medium, 5'9" tall, 155 wt, 22 yrs old
Black curly hair, brown eyes, olive skin
Speaks common and celestial
Skills 20 (2+1Int per level +1 race and x4 at 1st level)
Climb (+2Str)
Concentration (4+1Con+4 feat on defensive, grappling or pinned)
Craft- (+2Int)
Decipher Script (1+2Int)
Jump (+2Str) ac
Knowledge (arcana) (5+2Int)
Knowledge (history) (1+2Int)
Knowledge (nature) (1+2Int)
Listen xx (+1Wis)
Ride (1+1Dex)
Search xx (+2Int)
Sense Motive (+1Wis)
Spellcraft (5+2Int+2Syn)
Spot xx (+1Wis)
Swim (1+1Str)
Feats
-Combat Casting (Class Bonus)
-Weapon Focus Longsword
-Quickdraw
-
Human Traits
-bonus feat at 1st level
-bonus skill points
Duskblade Abilities
-Arcane Attunement—Use dancing lights, detect magic, flare, ghost sound and read magic a combined total of 3+2Int per day.
-Armored Mage, Light
-Bonus Feat Combat Casting
-
Duskblade Spells Known Save DC: 10+2+Level of spell
Spells Per Day 4 0 Level, 4 1st Level
0th-acid splash, disrupt undead, ray of frost, touch of fatigue
1st-Kelgore’s Fire Bolt, Burning Hands, Magic Weapon
2nd-
Appearance/Personality: Kragor is a thin bookish looking young man with olive skin and and dark curly hair that reaches just to his shoulders. His dark eyes seem to have a perpetual squint to them, perhaps a product of his voracious reading. He is surprisingly strong despite his average size and thin frame. He is a fairly handsome lad, but somewhat careless about his appearance. He tends to favor simple comfortable clothes in light grays, greens and blues. A well made chain shirt serves to ease the appearance of thinness. He carries a small, but stout oaken shield painted with the Trageren arms, a rampant wildcat on a green field. He wears a finely made longsword with an odd black leather hilt wrapping that covers the crossguard (and its embossed blade and book emblems). A flail and dagger also hang from his belt and an oversized quiver full of javelins is worn at the shoulder. He almost always has a book of some sort to hand. He reads frequently and for this reason may come across as shy or reserved, but he likes people and enjoys their companionship. Like many young trained warriors he is often looking for an excuse to perform noble deeds or otherwise display his manly prowess.
History/Background: Kragor Tregaren was born a lessor son of a minor branch of a noble house in the Kingdom of Peltor east of Dowain. Belgor Tregaren was a aged warrior of some reknown who was deeply concerned that one of his sons was too bookish and not given to proper manly pursuits. He insisted that his son find militant order and study war. Cunningly, Kragor found an order where he could satisfy his father's directive as well as his own desires. He joined the Duskblades and studied not only war, but also magic. The training made him strong and able of body as well as bringing him the fortitude of mind to harness arcane power. More to come...
MW Chain Shirt 250 gp
Shield, light wooden 3 gp
Explorers’ Outfit
Cold Weather Outfit 7 gp
MW Long Sword 315 gp
Flail 12 gp
Javelins x10 10 gp
Dagger 2 gp
Backpack (center back) 2 gp
Bedroll (below backpack) 1 sp
Blanket, winter 5 sp
Belt pouch x2 2 gp
Torch x2 2 cp
Flint and Steel 1 gp
Waterskin-water (backpack) 1 gp
Trail Rations-4 days (backpack) 2 gp
Sun Rodx2 4 gp
Holy Water x2 25 gp
Coins- ?gp, 1sp, 4 cp (pouch)
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[sblock]Kragor woke from sleep with a start, “The hounds, the hounds!” He was drenched with a cold sweat. The howling was only a lone hungry wolf far out in the night. Shivering and in the chill room, he dropped a fresh log on the dying embers and prodded the fire in the little hearth back to life. There might not be enough to eat in this godsforsaken hamlet, but at least the forest meant they wouldn’t freeze. Wrapping a blanket around himself, the olive skinned man raised a flap to peek out the window. Still the small hours of the night he thought with a sigh. He should have taken the boat south and let Largos ride that nag into the frozen north. Largos was probably sitting on the Sunstrand drinking chilled wine punch under a palm tree. He thought back to that terrible day.
Largos burst into the study. “Gather your things lad, we must flee. Old Red Rolgarth has put a bounty on all Duskblades. Even young pups like you.”
Blinking in confusion Kragor asked, “The Duke? Why? We didn’t even fight in his war.”
“That’s the point lad. He thinks if you aren’t with him you’re against him. He never liked our order anyway. Brado and Silvo’s daughter took it upon themselves to try and help defend Longpool against the Duke’s men. That was all the excuse he needed to send his army to the Citadel.”
“Gods no!” The younger man got to his feet and began to buckle on his sword. “We’ll gut Rolgarth and hang him from the gate.”
“Easy lad it is too late for that. The Citadel is fallen. The High Ones decided it was better to flee though the Twilight Gate. Almost everyone got out. Senior Prado took the Tome of Dusk and Ammon’s Blade west across the sea. The rest are scattering.”
“The Book and Blade are safe?” Nodded to himself, “Then the order will survive. What of the initiate’s tower here?”
“To be abandoned and burned,” Largos announced. “We are to scatter you lot to the wind. You’ve your choice, we’ve a boat big enough for perhaps six…”
“I’ve never been fond of boats, is there ought else?”, Kragor cut in.
Largos shrugged, “I’ve an old nag in the yard that you can ride North on the high road if you like. Dara’s got a horse and will be going that way. I’ll take the boat.”
“Thank you Largos,” The men shook hands, “We’ll meet again soon. Someone will bring an end to Duke Rolgarth and the order will rebuild.” Largos nodded, but looked doubtful.
Kragor went to gather his gear and he and Dara departed quickly. As they road North a plume of smoke rose in the distance behind them. Soon, hounds were baying behind. The bounty hunters were in pursuit.
The rest was a jumble of memories, riding that nag until she dropped, the running and hiding, quick deadly engagements with the pursuers, spells and swords, Dara dying in his arms. Finally, he got far enough north that few people knew what the Duskblades were. His olive skin and curly dark hair stood out here, but word of Duke Rolgarth’s war much less his bounty had yet to reach this land.
Kragor took a drink of water from a pitcher on the night stand and put one more log on the fire. He slipped back into sleep wondering what the day would hold…
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Okay here's a first draft. Obviously, I still have some work to do.[sblock]Kragor Tragaren
Human Duskblade 2nd lvl
Neutral Good
Str 15
Dex 12
Con 12
Int 14
Wis 12
Cha 12.
Patron:
Hit Points 8+1d8+2
AC 18, Touch 13, Flat 15
Init +1
BAB +2, Grap +3
Speed 30 (base 30, light armor)
Fort +4, Ref +1, Will +4
+6 Melee, Longsword, 1d8 19-20/x2
+4 Melee, Flail, 1d8 20/x2 trip or +2 on disarm
+3 Ranged, Javelin, 1d6, 20/x2, 30'r
Medium, 5'9" tall, 155 wt, 22 yrs old
Black curly hair, brown eyes, olive skin
Speaks common and celestial
Skills 20 (2+1Int per level +1 race and x4 at 1st level)
Climb (+2Str)
Concentration (4+1Con+4 feat on defensive, grappling or pinned)
Craft- (+2Int)
Decipher Script (1+2Int)
Jump (+2Str) ac
Knowledge (arcana) (5+2Int)
Knowledge (history) (1+2Int)
Knowledge (nature) (1+2Int)
Listen xx (+1Wis)
Ride (1+1Dex)
Search xx (+2Int)
Sense Motive (+1Wis)
Spellcraft (5+2Int+2Syn)
Spot xx (+1Wis)
Swim (1+1Str)
Feats
-Combat Casting (Class Bonus)
-Weapon Focus Longsword
-Quickdraw
-
Human Traits
-bonus feat at 1st level
-bonus skill points
Duskblade Abilities
-Arcane Attunement—Use dancing lights, detect magic, flare, ghost sound and read magic a combined total of 3+2Int per day.
-Armored Mage, Light
-Bonus Feat Combat Casting
-
Duskblade Spells Known Save DC: 10+2+Level of spell
Spells Per Day 4 0 Level, 4 1st Level
0th-acid splash, disrupt undead, ray of frost, touch of fatigue
1st-Kelgore’s Fire Bolt, Burning Hands, Magic Weapon
2nd-
Appearance/Personality: Kragor is a thin bookish looking young man with olive skin and and dark curly hair that reaches just to his shoulders. His dark eyes seem to have a perpetual squint to them, perhaps a product of his voracious reading. He is surprisingly strong despite his average size and thin frame. He is a fairly handsome lad, but somewhat careless about his appearance. He tends to favor simple comfortable clothes in light grays, greens and blues. A well made chain shirt serves to ease the appearance of thinness. He carries a small, but stout oaken shield painted with the Trageren arms, a rampant wildcat on a green field. He wears a finely made longsword with an odd black leather hilt wrapping that covers the crossguard (and its embossed blade and book emblems). A flail and dagger also hang from his belt and an oversized quiver full of javelins is worn at the shoulder. He almost always has a book of some sort to hand. He reads frequently and for this reason may come across as shy or reserved, but he likes people and enjoys their companionship. Like many young trained warriors he is often looking for an excuse to perform noble deeds or otherwise display his manly prowess.
History/Background: Kragor Tregaren was born a lessor son of a minor branch of a noble house in the Kingdom of Peltor east of Dowain. Belgor Tregaren was a aged warrior of some reknown who was deeply concerned that one of his sons was too bookish and not given to proper manly pursuits. He insisted that his son find militant order and study war. Cunningly, Kragor found an order where he could satisfy his father's directive as well as his own desires. He joined the Duskblades and studied not only war, but also magic. The training made him strong and able of body as well as bringing him the fortitude of mind to harness arcane power. More to come...
MW Chain Shirt 250 gp
Shield, light wooden 3 gp
Explorers’ Outfit
Cold Weather Outfit 7 gp
MW Long Sword 315 gp
Flail 12 gp
Javelins x10 10 gp
Dagger 2 gp
Backpack (center back) 2 gp
Bedroll (below backpack) 1 sp
Blanket, winter 5 sp
Belt pouch x2 2 gp
Torch x2 2 cp
Flint and Steel 1 gp
Waterskin-water (backpack) 1 gp
Trail Rations-4 days (backpack) 2 gp
Sun Rodx2 4 gp
Holy Water x2 25 gp
Coins- ?gp, 1sp, 4 cp (pouch)
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