Timezone: UTC+2. That makes it 22:30 here and I never go to bed before 3:00!
Been playing dnd since 1998 (2nd) and I have played through roll20 for more than 700 hours, both as a player and as a dm. Currently I am working on a Gloom stalker/ Hexblade archer all official. Favored class however, fighter.
Short background:
Eranoth Feras is a 2nd generation half-elf born in Neverwinter wood, to a half-elf ranger father and an elf druid mother. His grand-father is an accomplished warlock.
His father was recovered as a baby from an orc group that had burnt down his village. He was rescued by an elven scouting party, right before he was sacrificed to the orcs' unholy tenets. However, his bloodline wouldn't allow for him being raised among purebloods. Unless a family would accept dishonor and take him in. A lonely ranger, long in his primes, took him in and raised him teaching him the values of nature and forests in particular. He was given the name Gael-rin, which means half-blood child. He earned however the honor to be treated as equal, in the elven community. He later fell in love and married Hyernya. Single daughter of Arovak the great and together they gave birth to 3 children. Eranoth was the first in line. He received his training from both his parents both in the ranger ways and the magic that derived from nature, along with the teachings of Mielikki's dogma. But his grand-father was always sceptical about young Eranoth. What was tantalizing him the most, was the strange markings that run through his body and especially a great meat mole in his right palm. Eranoth was enjoying the life in the forest, but some dreams were keeping him uneasy. He would dream about a place covered in pitch black darkness, feeling a small breeze up his face and a strange low sound. In one of these dreams, he tried to reach out into the blackness, when he felt a very strange sensation, like he could touch a very fine sheet that was moving back and forth, at the rhythm of the breeze. Decisively, he grasped this cover, pulled it up and rushed past it. What he saw, caught him out of guard. There, amidst the darkness, in mid air, there was a shattered blade sitting still with small pieces of it floating around the blade. The blade was emanating a warm-hearted light. The only light in that strange world. It was clear now that the breeze was not any kind of wind, but whispers. He heard clear in his mind: "There are many curtains that block the truth of the worlds around you. You managed to see behind this one. You are not the only one and you are not alone. Together, we have many things to do, that we have done before too. We have been separate and re-united, many times. You help me, I help you. Do you concede?"
While this was happening, he was found by his father in comma, who unable to help, took him to Arovak, his grand-father. Arovak noticing that something was amiss and afraid of a dire situation, started a ritual to bring him back. He started chanting and painting runes on Eranoth's body. Eranoth in his dream started feeling the world around him shattering. Light would come out of strange markings that would appear equally strangely, on his body. The blade asked one more time: "Do you concede?" What initially seemed like a breeze, now was a strong wind hitting Eranoth face first. Small solid pieces started hitting him. In his attempt to protect himself from a bigger one that was aiming straight in his face, he pulled up his hand. He awoke surrounded by elven elders that were chanting, trying to pull him out of that condition. His right fist, clenched. Knobs white. He could feel his heart pumping in his fist. His grand-father pat him kindly on the forehead. Then, took the clenched fist and placed it on Eranoth's torso. Eranoth passed out. He woke up hours later, to notice his fist still clenched and his heart still beating inside, like a maniac. He opened it, feeling the numbness after so many hours. To his amazement, the meat mole was gone. Replaced by a warm piece of metal that kept pulsing.
The incident made Eranoth dedicate himself to the teachings of his grand-father, in order to understand more about his incident and the truths, spoken in his "dream". But something was still not right. Visions of an upcoming disaster started making their way into his mind. Death, peril, utter destruction kept him unsettling. Deep in his heart he knew this incident to be imminent and that it was about time, that elves should come out of their comfort zone and look for alliances. The once closed community should start reaching out. They wouldn't be able to face this alone, in fear of a history of thousands of years back, being repeated.
So he set out on his own, as an apostle, looking to forge friendships and meet strong allies.
But he was not alone. He always had the blessing of Mielikki, but now he had "Shrapnel the sentient" to reveal him the covered truths of the worlds.
I hope it wasn't too much. That is a small part of Eranoth's background. Originally I have written 6 pages in Greek and I just translated a small summary for the demands of this "interview".
Well, if you think I fit, feel free to drop a hint. I added you on discord "Kaygee#3043".
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Name: kaygee going by George
Timezone: UTC+2. That makes it 22:30 here and I never go to bed before 3:00!
Been playing dnd since 1998 (2nd) and I have played through roll20 for more than 700 hours, both as a player and as a dm. Currently I am working on a Gloom stalker/ Hexblade archer all official. Favored class however, fighter.
Short background:
Eranoth Feras is a 2nd generation half-elf born in Neverwinter wood, to a half-elf ranger father and an elf druid mother. His grand-father is an accomplished warlock.
His father was recovered as a baby from an orc group that had burnt down his village. He was rescued by an elven scouting party, right before he was sacrificed to the orcs' unholy tenets. However, his bloodline wouldn't allow for him being raised among purebloods. Unless a family would accept dishonor and take him in. A lonely ranger, long in his primes, took him in and raised him teaching him the values of nature and forests in particular. He was given the name Gael-rin, which means half-blood child. He earned however the honor to be treated as equal, in the elven community. He later fell in love and married Hyernya. Single daughter of Arovak the great and together they gave birth to 3 children. Eranoth was the first in line. He received his training from both his parents both in the ranger ways and the magic that derived from nature, along with the teachings of Mielikki's dogma. But his grand-father was always sceptical about young Eranoth. What was tantalizing him the most, was the strange markings that run through his body and especially a great meat mole in his right palm. Eranoth was enjoying the life in the forest, but some dreams were keeping him uneasy. He would dream about a place covered in pitch black darkness, feeling a small breeze up his face and a strange low sound. In one of these dreams, he tried to reach out into the blackness, when he felt a very strange sensation, like he could touch a very fine sheet that was moving back and forth, at the rhythm of the breeze. Decisively, he grasped this cover, pulled it up and rushed past it. What he saw, caught him out of guard. There, amidst the darkness, in mid air, there was a shattered blade sitting still with small pieces of it floating around the blade. The blade was emanating a warm-hearted light. The only light in that strange world. It was clear now that the breeze was not any kind of wind, but whispers. He heard clear in his mind: "There are many curtains that block the truth of the worlds around you. You managed to see behind this one. You are not the only one and you are not alone. Together, we have many things to do, that we have done before too. We have been separate and re-united, many times. You help me, I help you. Do you concede?"
While this was happening, he was found by his father in comma, who unable to help, took him to Arovak, his grand-father. Arovak noticing that something was amiss and afraid of a dire situation, started a ritual to bring him back. He started chanting and painting runes on Eranoth's body. Eranoth in his dream started feeling the world around him shattering. Light would come out of strange markings that would appear equally strangely, on his body. The blade asked one more time: "Do you concede?" What initially seemed like a breeze, now was a strong wind hitting Eranoth face first. Small solid pieces started hitting him. In his attempt to protect himself from a bigger one that was aiming straight in his face, he pulled up his hand. He awoke surrounded by elven elders that were chanting, trying to pull him out of that condition. His right fist, clenched. Knobs white. He could feel his heart pumping in his fist. His grand-father pat him kindly on the forehead. Then, took the clenched fist and placed it on Eranoth's torso. Eranoth passed out. He woke up hours later, to notice his fist still clenched and his heart still beating inside, like a maniac. He opened it, feeling the numbness after so many hours. To his amazement, the meat mole was gone. Replaced by a warm piece of metal that kept pulsing.
The incident made Eranoth dedicate himself to the teachings of his grand-father, in order to understand more about his incident and the truths, spoken in his "dream". But something was still not right. Visions of an upcoming disaster started making their way into his mind. Death, peril, utter destruction kept him unsettling. Deep in his heart he knew this incident to be imminent and that it was about time, that elves should come out of their comfort zone and look for alliances. The once closed community should start reaching out. They wouldn't be able to face this alone, in fear of a history of thousands of years back, being repeated.
So he set out on his own, as an apostle, looking to forge friendships and meet strong allies.
But he was not alone. He always had the blessing of Mielikki, but now he had "Shrapnel the sentient" to reveal him the covered truths of the worlds.
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I hope it wasn't too much. That is a small part of Eranoth's background. Originally I have written 6 pages in Greek and I just translated a small summary for the demands of this "interview".
Well, if you think I fit, feel free to drop a hint. I added you on discord "Kaygee#3043".
Name: Glor
Time Zone: EST
DnD/Roll20 Experience: Thirty minutes
Preferred Class(es): Waterdeep: Dragon Heist
Character Background: Sage
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