message me and I will see if your right for this game, looking for interesting and intricate characters with deep backstories.

Game: D&D 5e
Group preferred: Roll20
Experience: a few years
Location/Timezone: Saskatchewan, CST
Availability: Monday-Friday 7-11, weekends are open and preferred
Preferred role: Player
Game style: Looking for a group of regulars for some roll20 on the weekends.  I can do weekdays but availability would be limited.  Played D&D 5e for a while with a group in person but it has been getting more and more tricky to book something so I'm turning to the interwebs.  Let me know if you're game

Available almost any night, only able to play via text (Discord, DDB PBP, Roll20 non-voice, etc.).

Can and have played nearly every type and alignment of character. Morality is subjective, so characters will often dance the gray line of good and evil or be confronted by moral quandaries that challenge their personal views. This doesn't mean I play murderhobos or party-robbers. Evil characters can be played alongside good with the right motivation. Favorite past characters include:

Grishkar Darkmoor: Necromancer/Death Cleric devoted to God of Death. Aspirations of power, lichdom, and (eventually) divine ascension to exterminate all life. Waxes poetically about the futility and weakness of life. Condescending toward those of opposing views, highly cooperative toward those of similar goals. (Again, not meant to kill anyone's fun, just the character and I muzzle accordingly to avoid personal PC-to-PC issues)

Shariel: Wild and free-spirited gladiator and Mystic. Strikes from any distance using psionic teleportation to become a truly deadly skirmisher. Always filled with wanderlust, her psionic powers offer unmatched freedom for body and mind alike. Openly abrasive toward those of restrictive mindsets, she is nevertheless out for the good in the world and is generally willing to help where she can.

Tadriel the Wraith: Wandering monk and mystic seeking survivors of his lost people. Bears a deep connection to Death and often comes off morbid and somber. Despite this, he is a consumate philosopher, but shies away from academia in favor of worldly experience. In combat, he weaves an unprecedented tapestry of death as he makes use of his martial prowess and Psionic capacity to strike unseen from anywhere on the battlefield.

Bründir Halfshield: A willingly-low-ranked dwarven soldier, Bründir lives to serve on the front lines with his troops. He earned the name "Halfshield" after rally-berrating his routing formation into holding a shield wall. Against a charging force, he stood alone with a splintering shield until his soldier came back to his side to hold the line. As fierce in a bar as he is in combat, Bründir's flare for leadership comes as much from his secondary affinity as a Skald (College of Valor Bard) where he draws out the strength of those around him to bolster forces.

Hey if you're interested in being a GM I've got a game with people

Nara Lazil

Aasimar Cleric to the Raven Queen 

Have Discord and a bag of Dice. 

Here is Nara's Back story. :) 

Growing up her mother Umaiza, was a seamstress who made shrouds for funerals held by clerics and
priests of the Raven Queen. Often they would travel to other towns in the surrounding area to allow the
dead to be brought home to their final resting place. It was not work that was for the faint of heart, and
Nara grew up with a different outlook on life and death than most in her age group. The Temple of the
Raven Queen was home away from home. They were the ones who cared for her when her mother was
leaving and she couldn’t go on the trip with her, They helped her mother pay for her schooling, They
were a very strong constant in her life.
When Nara turned 15 her mother sat her down and decided to tell her of her father; Nara was always
curious about this, but getting the information and not having to ask was a happy surprise. One day
when Umaiza was younger, new to the city, and trying to find a way to make a living, she had decided to
travel to get supplies to make the sacred death shrouds for the funerals held by the Raven Queen’s
Priests and Clerics. On this travel a horrid storm blew in, the first storm of the winter. She sought shelter
in the nearby forest and ended up lost. The storm raged on through the night and Umaiza almost froze
to death had it not been for a beautifully pale, seemingly elfin male, that had found her.
His name was Lucaras, she discovered after he had brought her to the safety of the little encampment
that he and a few other of his kind had made. The magic of them seemed to keep the storm at bay. The
storm seemed to last for days and the sky was so dark from the storm that the sky seemed to only be a
few shades lighter when the sun was trying to show itself. The people and Lucaras, Umaiza found out,
were called Bralani. They were a small group who were simply roving the lands to try and learn more
about the material plane. Umaiza was captivated by them to say the least. Over the time she was with
them they taught her many things. They Gave her a spool of sliver thread that would never run out and
as it was imbued with magic, seemed to glow when it was used to sew or embroider, enhancing the
enchantments that were placed upon whatever it was used to make. Umaiza had told Lucaras and his
people that she wished to help the Temple of the Raven Queen, that so many of the people were afraid
of her simply because they didnt take the time to understand her.
The Bralani were impressed that such a simple person as a human woman could understand the great
depths of such things as death and it’s keeper. As the days passed and the snow began to drift to small
flurries here and there, she and Lucaras grew closer. The night before she was set to leave them and
continue to the town that she was trying to get to for the rest of her supplies, she and Lucaras stayed up
to talk and drink. After a few drinks in, one thing lead to another and the two ended up sharing more
than stories that night.
Months later as the summer had started to give way to Fall, the pains of labor came upon her, she had
finished the shroud that she had needed to make for an upcoming funeral and went to take it to the
Temple of the Raven Queen despite her labor pains. When the clerics there took note of her condition,
they tried to call upon any of the local midwifes but, as they were all very superstitious, none of them
agreed to come to the temple of the queen that watched the gate of death when a new life was to be
brought into the world.

Umaiza was too far into labor to move, and so they woke one of the older clerics in hops that she would
know what to do. It was lucky for them all that she did. They took Umaiza gently to the bathing room
and started working on a gently warm bath for her to sit in while her womb grew ready to have her push
her child into the world. “The Raven Queen is like a mother, she cradles those souls that she takes
across the gate of death, why shouldn’t she be celebrated with seeing over a new life coming into the
world?” the old cleric asked. This made Umaiza smile. She would be honored to have a child that was
born in the Raven Queen’s temple.
Her labor continued, and the clerics lit candles and tried to keep Umaiza Company while also helping
her keep focused on the task at hand. At last it was time, the urges to push grew stronger and the
sisterhood of the Raven Queen gathered, each with a smile as so rarely they had gotten to see a new life
brought into the world, as it was their duty to keep death as sacred as life. She pushed, she cried, she
screamed, and all the while, they kept with her. As the first of the morning rays of sun lit up the bathing
room where they had set up, with one final push, the babe was pushed into the world. The women all
held their breath as the oldest among them rubbed the babe’s back. After what seemed like eternity to
some, but was only a moment, the babe let out a small cry.
Many of the women had tears running down their faces while hugging each other, some kissing
Umaiza’s forehead in a well wish and congratulations. As they placed the new little life on her chest and
prepared to cut the cord, Umaiza looked at her new child. Her heart seemed to swell with love and joy
as she held her daughter close. The child’s skin was snow white, almost a gentle reminder of the night
she was conceived. Her hair was a tuft of coppery red with golden swirls just like her father’s. It took a
moment for her to realize that the women around her had fallen silent and had started to bow.
At the window stood a woman with long black hair, her robes gray billowy in the morning light. Her
features were soft and she smiled upon them all with a fondness that a mother held for her children. It
was a moment before she spoke, “You have graced us all with the gift of life. A change from our charge
of seeing death, and this child is not just any child. This child is an Aasimar.” Some of the women gasped
in awe, the oldest among them looking up to her deity and smiled. “Blessed we are to be able to see and
love life and death, the natural occurrence of both should be celebrated and loved.” The Raven Queen
smiled before reaching out a hand, a small black book, and a necklace of the raven’s head with an agate
eye set into it appeared next to Umaiza. “A gift for my chosen.” The weight of the words hung in the air,
a promise, an honor, a gift.
“And what is her name to be? The child of Umaiza and Lucaras.” The question filled the room and all the
women there turned to look at Umaiza. After a long pause she looked to the Raven Queen and smiled,
“Her name is Nara, after the flowers that bloom on the trees in the dream land that you keep, Great
Lady Raven.” A smile came to the face of the Goddess and she nodded. “Nara shall be kept well, She will
be educated and taught the ways of my teachings, she will fight the evil ensnares of Orcus and his kind,
promising to keep life and death sacred in their own right.”
Those who lived in the temple spoke as one. “Your will shall be done.” And slowly the Raven Queen
approached the new babe Nara in her mother’s arms. She brushed a finger over the babe’s shoulder and

three silvery looking feathers appeared there, a subtle mark left upon her skin to remind them all what
she was. In the next blink, the Raven Queen was gone, and a sort of stunned silence filled the room.
Nara didn’t make a peep as the umbilical cord was tied and cut, and took eagerly to her mother’s breast.
From that day on The Temple of The Raven Queen an it’s order kept watch over Umaiza and Nara.
The memory of the day her mother told her of her origins and her beginning stayed with her. All the
schooling that she had been gifted, the knowledge of the Raven Queen, the fight against Orcus and the
undead was a long one, a never ending circle that was the battle of balance and keeping death sacred.
Over the years she eventually learned to fight, her skills with a mace and shield were spectacular and
she took to them like a fish to water.
On the day of Nara’s 18 th birthday she took part in the ceremony and oath to become a Cleric of the
Raven Queen. She stood before the high priestess, Her thin black shift draped over her tall and strong
form, the necklace of the raven’s head with the agate stone set in the eye hung proudly around her
neck.
“Tell me Nara, do you fear death?” The High Priestess asked.
“I hold no pity for those who suffer and die, for death is the natural end of life. I will accept my fate
when The Raven Queen calls me to her side.” Nara recited, the words ringing clear through the hall, and
the truth of those words filled her with strength and an overwhelming emotion.
“And what of those who try to evade death, that pervert what is natural?” the Priestess asked again.
“I will bring down the proud who try to cast off the chains of fate.” Nara responded simply.
“What of Orcus and those necromancers who follow him?”
“I will watch for the cults of Orcus and stamp them out whenever they arise. Keeping the people of the
world safe and keeping the sacred order of life and death in their place.” She felt a power surge through
her arm and looked down at her right shoulder, the one marked with three small, slivery feathers. She
felt a warmth coursing around her and a sort of gray light emanating from her.
The High Priestess’ eyes went wide and she knelt down seemingly before Nara. She was only confused
for a moment before she felt a hand gently grip her shoulder. The feather marks growing warm under
the touch. “Nara, what a beautiful, strong women you have grown into.” The voice was motherly and
welcoming, familiar in a way that meeting someone you’ve dreamed about before is familiar. Nara
turned to face the woman and was greeted with a smile, the soft features, the long black hair, skin as
pale as snow, and a dark gray dress. On a whole she looked quite mournful, but familiar all the same.
Nara went to kneel before the Raven Queen and as she did she felt the tips of the Raven Queen’s fingers
brush her hair slightly. “It is an honor to join your ranks, My Queen Raven.” Her voice trembled slightly.
“My ranks?” the Raven Queen laughed quietly. “You are not just in my ranks child, you are my chosen
champion. You will stamp out those unholy creatures that are a sick impersonation of life and those who

choose to practice such magics. You will teach those you meet about the sacredness of Life and Death
and the natural order that they cycle through. You will bring comfort to those who’s family and friends
have passed beyond the veil with my caring touch, and help them understand that this is what is right
and natural. We are a gift to each other, my Nara.” The Raven Queen’s voice came to a halt and the
warmth of the truth washed over her.
“I will keep your order, I will be a champion of the balance of life and death.” Nara looked up to the
Raven Queen and smiled. She knew that her path would not be easy, but that it was the one she was
destined to live; blessed by the Raven Queen and all that she stood for. “Then Rise my champion, Nara
of the Veiled Sun.”
Nara rose to her feet and in a blink, the Raven Queen was gone, she looked up to see hundreds of Raven
feather’s falling from the rafters, passing over her skin, covering her haphazardly one by one. As she
turned back to the High Priestess, her smile staying in place, she couldn’t help but notice the stunned
glance that she was given before she hurriedly regained her composure.
“Welcome Nara, Cleric of the Veiled Sun. Come forth and take your armor, join your brothers and sisters
in keeping death sacred. May the Raven Queen keep you when your time comes.” And with that she
turned to go leaving Nara standing in front of the altar with a set of chainmail adorned with vestments
of the Raven Queen. Two of the other Clerics that she had grown to love as a child, who were there to
see her birth, came to help her get dressed. Between the three of them she dressed and grasping her
holy symbol, sent up a silent prayer, thanking the Raven Queen for choosing her.
Later that month, when Nara was getting ready to go on her first expedition with a couple of other new
clerics and one of the head clerics, the two who had helped her get dressed for the first time in her new
armor brought her a gift. “It is nothing, nothing, just a token to remember where you came from, girl.”
The older one spoke, voice raspy, but smiling none the less at her. She took it and unwrapped it to find a
beautiful mantled cloak. The mantle was made of supple leather and raven feather that faded into a
deep, midnight blue leather cloak with red trim and sliver runes embroidered into the hem of it. She
knew her mother’s work and hugged the cloak close to her chest before putting it on and smiling at the
two, hugging them fiercely and thanking them before setting out.
It has been 5 years since then and Nara has traveled mostly alone to hunt down threats of the undead in
and around the city. With her mace in one hand and shield in the other, she works to keep her oath to
the Raven Queen, and to her community.
Nara Lazil of the Order of the Veiled Sun.