hafrogman
Adventurer
So I'm looking at Jormikfen, just to be contrary. I kind of like the idea of a fighter from a land of scholars. Do you have any more information of the nations, or are they mostly framework so far?
Should I be making up people for my background, or do you already know who's there?
edit: Rough Draft of Edvik
[sblock=Background]Twenty one years ago:
"I still think this is a mistake. Acknowledging the child at all serves no purpose, it will only cause difficulties in the future."
"He is still our first grandchild, whether you wish to accept the fact or not. I will not see him cast aside because of the circumstances of his birth. And you may find there is more benefit here than you believe. If his existence truly concerns you, isn't it better to keep him close at hand, and to have a hand in his upbringing? He is of royal blood, would you ignore him and give him reason to hate you?"
". . . I have already conceeded the point, I am here, am I not? Perhaps some good will come of all this, perhaps our son will learn some sense of responsibility for his own actions."
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It all started with a girl I suppose. Her family had come from the North, seeking their fortune, or just trying to leave behind the harsh life of farmers in Hartsboar. If they came seeking fortune, they didn't find it. She was just a chambermaid; but beautiful and tall, fair and exotic enough to stand out from the dark beauties of Jormikfen. I suppose I should stand in her defense and tell a tale of true love, or perhaps a cruel seduction, but reality is never quite as clean as we might prefer. He was the crown prince, and she could certainly see the benefits of his attentions. Neither of them counted on me.
I was born shortly after the prince's engagement was announced. Not to my mother, of course, to a duchess. The overwhelming opinion was that the girl should be given a sum of money and 'encouraged' to leave. But the Queen wasn't having it, she always was stronger than anyone gave her credit for, and her will was not to be swayed. She was the only person who welcomed me. Even my mother found an excuse to leave a few years later, not that I can blame her. Her presence was even less welcome than mine, particularly after the wedding and the new princess's arrival.
My childhood existed in a strange limbo between prince and servant. The prince's marriage shortly produced a legitimate heir, and a half-blood bastard was an unnecessary complication. For his part, my half-brother was actually quite accepting of my existence. Not that he showed any particular affection for me, he simply didn't seem to care. He was always a somewhat fey child, very focused on his studies. I never seemed to fare as well at such learning, but the castle tutors spared no opportunity to remind me how lucky I was to even be allowed such an education. I took to spending much of my spare time with the castle guards, who never seemed to care if I were prince, bastard or commoner. I learned much from watching them, and then later training under and with them. My choice of such pastime drew no small number of disapproving glances. Some saw it as beneath me, some saw it as confirmation of by base origins.
Once again, my grandmother was the only one who took interest in my activities. I think she was saddened when I decided not to pursue the life of a scholar, mystic or sage, but she still supported my choice. We would often meet share tea while she talked to me on one subject or another. She spoke of court life, and history, but mostly she tried to instill in me a sense of loyalty and responsibility. This last was a challenge for me, I had trouble justifying devotion to a country who certainly didn't want me. I often considered leaving, and going to seek my own way in the world, but she always convinced me to stay, at least for a little longer.
With the star fall, many things have changed in the land. The darkness has brought fear and uncertainty, and threats against my home. I'm starting to see a little of what my grandmother talks about. The king may not want me, my father may ignore me, but the land itself has a need. Monsters press against the borders, and I ride out with the soldiers to drive off these first probing attacks. My fellow warriors seem heartened by my presence, and I see gratitude in the faces of the common people when I return from battle.
The king wishes me to volunteer for this new mission. His motives are obvious, but I will go nonetheless. I am Edvik the Bastard, and regardless of anyone's opinion, I am a prince of Jormikfen, and I will stand forward to fight for my country.[/sblock]
HP for 2nd Level: 6
Should I be making up people for my background, or do you already know who's there?
edit: Rough Draft of Edvik
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[B]Name:[/B] Edvik the Bastard
[B]Class:[/B] Fighter 3
[B]Race:[/B] Human
[B]Size:[/B] Medium
[B]Gender:[/B] Male
[B]Alignment:[/B] Neutral Good
[B]Str:[/B] 14 +2 (6 p.) [B]Level:[/B] 3 [B]XP:[/B] 3,000 / 6,000
[B]Dex:[/B] 13 +1 (5 p.) [B]BAB:[/B] +3 [B]HP:[/B] 29 (3d10+6)
[B]Con:[/B] 13 +1 (5 p.) [B]Grapple:[/B] +5 [B]Dmg Red:[/B] --/--
[B]Int:[/B] 13 +1 (5 p.) [B]Speed:[/B] 20' [B]Spell Res:[/B] --
[B]Wis:[/B] 10 +0 (2 p.) [B]Init:[/B] +1 [B]Spell Save:[/B] --
[B]Cha:[/B] 10 +0 (2 p.) [B]ACP:[/B] -7 [B]Spell Fail:[/B] 50%
[B]Base Armor Shld Dex Size Nat Misc Total[/B]
[B]Armor:[/B] 10 +8 +2 +1 +0 +0 +0 21
[B]Touch:[/B] 11 [B]Flatfooted:[/B] 20
[B]Base Mod Misc Total[/B]
[B]Fort:[/B] 3 +1 +1 +5
[B]Ref:[/B] 1 +1 +1 +3
[B]Will:[/B] 1 +0 +2 +3
[B]Weapon Attack Damage Critical[/B]
Bastard Sword +7 1d10+2 19-20
Longbow +5 1d8+2 x3
[B]Languages:[/B] Common, Draconic
[B]Abilities:[/B]
Bonus Feats
Bonus Skill Points
[B]Feats:[/B]
Improved Toughness [Human]
Blind Fight [1st]
Exotic Weapon Proficiency: Bastard Sword [Fighter 1]
Weapon Focus: Bastard Sword [Fighter 2]
Mage Slayer [3rd]
[B]Skill Points:[/B] 24 [B]Max Ranks:[/B] 6/3
[B]Skills Ranks Mod Misc Total[/B]
Climb* 6 +2 -- +1
Diplomacy (x) 3 +0 -- +3
Jump* 6 +2 -- +1
Knowledge: History 2 +1 -- +3
Spellcraft (x) 2 +1 -- +3
*acp: -7
[B]Equipment: Cost Weight[/B]
MW Bastard Sword 185 gp 6 lb
MW Mighty: 2 Composite Longbow 450 gp 3 lb
- Arrows (20) 1 gp 3 lb
MW Full Plate Armor 1650 gp 50 lb
Heavy Steel Shield 20 gp 15 lb
Cloak of Resistance +1 1000 gp 1 lb
Everburning Torch 110 gp 1 lb
Potion: CLW (3) 150 gp - lb
Backpack 2 gp 2 lb
Grappling Hook 1 gp 4 lb
Silk Rope (50') 10 gp 5 lb
Water Skin 1 gp 4 lb
Whetstone 0.02 gp 1 lb
Winter Blanket 0.5 gp 3 lb
[B]Total Weight:[/B] 98 (medium load)
[B]Money:[/B] 419 gp 4 sp 8 cp
[B]Lgt Med Hvy Lift Push[/B]
[B]Max Weight:[/B] 58 116 175 350 875
[B]Age:[/B] 21
[B]Height:[/B] 5'10"
[B]Weight:[/B] 190 lb
[B]Eyes:[/B] Blue
[B]Hair:[/B] Blond
[B]Skin:[/B] Tan"I still think this is a mistake. Acknowledging the child at all serves no purpose, it will only cause difficulties in the future."
"He is still our first grandchild, whether you wish to accept the fact or not. I will not see him cast aside because of the circumstances of his birth. And you may find there is more benefit here than you believe. If his existence truly concerns you, isn't it better to keep him close at hand, and to have a hand in his upbringing? He is of royal blood, would you ignore him and give him reason to hate you?"
". . . I have already conceeded the point, I am here, am I not? Perhaps some good will come of all this, perhaps our son will learn some sense of responsibility for his own actions."
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It all started with a girl I suppose. Her family had come from the North, seeking their fortune, or just trying to leave behind the harsh life of farmers in Hartsboar. If they came seeking fortune, they didn't find it. She was just a chambermaid; but beautiful and tall, fair and exotic enough to stand out from the dark beauties of Jormikfen. I suppose I should stand in her defense and tell a tale of true love, or perhaps a cruel seduction, but reality is never quite as clean as we might prefer. He was the crown prince, and she could certainly see the benefits of his attentions. Neither of them counted on me.
I was born shortly after the prince's engagement was announced. Not to my mother, of course, to a duchess. The overwhelming opinion was that the girl should be given a sum of money and 'encouraged' to leave. But the Queen wasn't having it, she always was stronger than anyone gave her credit for, and her will was not to be swayed. She was the only person who welcomed me. Even my mother found an excuse to leave a few years later, not that I can blame her. Her presence was even less welcome than mine, particularly after the wedding and the new princess's arrival.
My childhood existed in a strange limbo between prince and servant. The prince's marriage shortly produced a legitimate heir, and a half-blood bastard was an unnecessary complication. For his part, my half-brother was actually quite accepting of my existence. Not that he showed any particular affection for me, he simply didn't seem to care. He was always a somewhat fey child, very focused on his studies. I never seemed to fare as well at such learning, but the castle tutors spared no opportunity to remind me how lucky I was to even be allowed such an education. I took to spending much of my spare time with the castle guards, who never seemed to care if I were prince, bastard or commoner. I learned much from watching them, and then later training under and with them. My choice of such pastime drew no small number of disapproving glances. Some saw it as beneath me, some saw it as confirmation of by base origins.
Once again, my grandmother was the only one who took interest in my activities. I think she was saddened when I decided not to pursue the life of a scholar, mystic or sage, but she still supported my choice. We would often meet share tea while she talked to me on one subject or another. She spoke of court life, and history, but mostly she tried to instill in me a sense of loyalty and responsibility. This last was a challenge for me, I had trouble justifying devotion to a country who certainly didn't want me. I often considered leaving, and going to seek my own way in the world, but she always convinced me to stay, at least for a little longer.
With the star fall, many things have changed in the land. The darkness has brought fear and uncertainty, and threats against my home. I'm starting to see a little of what my grandmother talks about. The king may not want me, my father may ignore me, but the land itself has a need. Monsters press against the borders, and I ride out with the soldiers to drive off these first probing attacks. My fellow warriors seem heartened by my presence, and I see gratitude in the faces of the common people when I return from battle.
The king wishes me to volunteer for this new mission. His motives are obvious, but I will go nonetheless. I am Edvik the Bastard, and regardless of anyone's opinion, I am a prince of Jormikfen, and I will stand forward to fight for my country.[/sblock]
HP for 2nd Level: 6
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.... not to say I'm lazy.. but I feel a player can relate to a world a little better if they have some input in them.. my old group of players when I lived in MI had a BLAST making detailed maps of their hometowns.... names of shops keepers and such in said home town.. I even let them design the territory around their hometown... it just gives the player a REAL sense of home in a world where.. for the most part... they have NO control over.....
