What in the gods' name are you? (race/class) Dhampir Barbarian (path of the beast ) 4, paladin (oath of vengeance) 5
What the Hells happened to you? (background/backstory) Barthos was born in the village of Vallaki as bastard child of Strahd and an unknow woman who died in childbirth. he was taken in the local priests and trained in their ways. one night strahd attacked his village and killed the priests, but spared him, instead marking him across his face and leaving. Barthos, horrified, run into the Mists and somehow wound up Waterdeep. He began his crusade against the undead. and for 20 years he hunted and honed his skills in slaying the undead. Unfortunately he got in over his head fighting a Vampire, an agent of the Shrouded Citadel baled him out, in return Barthos was to help the Shrouded Citadel. He happly agree and has been work there ever since.
What did they do to you? when Barthos was young Strahd gave him a burn that refuses to heal. but the wound did far more that just mar his flesh, it touched his soul. He found out the nature of this curse when he went to help his friend how had been injured by Strahd; when he touched his friend his flesh blacked, and he withered and died. thus Barthos found his touch would kill the living.
What have you become? Barthos is pale man with black eyes, and a large burn covering half his face. He moves with a fluid grace despite wearing a heavy Cloak adorned with trophies from his hunts. he is seldom without stakes, holy water, and other tools to slay the undead, and never without gloves. he avoids smiling to hide his fangs, but enjoys life more than one would expect, and loves to talk.
thank you for your time. This looks like an amazing game.
A reminder that y'all are welcome to hail from any of the Domains of Dread, not just Barovia, and indeed may be from any other published world, be it Eberron, Faerun, Greyhawk, et cetera.
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
A reminder that y'all are welcome to hail from any of the Domains of Dread, not just Barovia, and indeed may be from any other published world, be it Eberron, Faerun, Greyhawk, et cetera.
I honestly defaulted to Barovia because I was writing fast and loose. Might tweak that to a different domain once I get a little bit of research time in.
Who are you? (name) Trystane Trollblood - DnDBeyond Link
What in the gods' name are you? (race/class) Custom Lineage (Half Troll) - Blood Hunter Lycan (only that he's changing into a troll form rather than an animal) - Bonus feat: Remarkable Recovery (reflecting his half-troll heritage)
What the Hells happened to you? (background/backstory) Trystane emerged from a humble village, shunned for his monstrous appearance and mysterious lineage. Blessed with extraordinary self-healing abilities, he endured the scorn of his peers until a circus troupe (of Vistani?) arrived, offering him the first taste of camaraderie he'd ever known. Entranced by their kindness, Trystane joined them, eager for a fresh start. But his newfound joy turned to despair as the circus exploited his powers, forcing him to perform miraculous healings for their profit. Refusal meant punishment, and when Trystane resisted, they resorted to a perilous ritual to control him. Yet, the ritual backfired, unleashing a monstrous force within him. In a frenzy of pain and rage, Trystane broke free, unleashing havoc upon the troupe before they abandoned him for dead. Miraculously, he survived, his body transformed into something resembling normalcy, or was it?
What did they do to you? Seemingly, what the ritual had done was simply that he and the monster inside him separated and from now on co-existed in the same body, mostly - but not entirely - under his control. A truly unique situation as he shortly came to learn. It didn't take long for a group of elites to find him and extract him from what they told him was a Domain of Dread and incorporate him into the Shrouded Citadel and train as Mistdrifter. (I think a Symbiotic Being would work as a Dark Gift reflecting his divided personality/soul.)
What have you become? Trystane has hazel eyes and hair, and a dark yet not deeply tanned complexion hints at resilience but his skin does not show a single scar. His expression is intelligent and wise, hinting at depths of experience beyond his years. Despite his past hardships, he carries himself with dignity and approachability, embodying resilience and inner strength. Trystane wears his heavy armor atop his muscular frame like a second skin.
Additional - His original Domain of Dread (I skimmed through van Richtens' and couldn't find one that fits my idea of Trystane's world - If you feel this goes too far in developing his background, feel free to ignore it): As Yet Unnamed DoD(Dark Fantasy / Disaster Horror) with two dark lords: a giant king and a dragon emperor. Giants and dragons are at eternal war with little regard to smaller beings. There is constant fear of being obliterated by a nearby skirmishes between armed forces of unimaginable dimensions. Creatures smaller than Huge have been driven to make a poor life at the outer edges of any hospitable environments and survive in small disconnected societies that partly even subsist nomadically. Large creatures, themselves hiding from the huge and colossal forces, prey on the smaller, and regularly raid settlements. (I can elaborate on this if there is interest, this is just to give an idea.)
What in the gods' name are you? (race/class) Ember is a member of the Underdark version of dwarfs. While he is not interested in brute strength he still has the desire to create new things so he dives into the mechanical nature of magic. He is now a great Artificer who specializes in armor for protection from the things that lurk in the night.
What the Hell happened to you? (background/backstory) Ember was shunned from his community because he had no desire to worship the evil Goddess his people devoutly follow. It was not the sacrifice that bothered him but it was the lack of creativity and creation that his people didn't have. After leaving his people he found solace in the great libraries of Faerûn and the various workshops people had. He eventually became a Cloister Scholar but was often looked down upon and untrusted because of his race. On one of his missions, he was sent to search for relics in the land of the dead. What Ember didn't know is that he went to the Domain of Dread of Har'Akir. When he got there he was immediately filled with the deep desire of greed and power. He has been stuck in this never end search for artifacts and fighting anyone who dears to get close for years, decades, centuries? He looks out at the dead and he does not see much difference between them and himself.
What did they do to you? Ember is slowly losing his sense of self, it is hard to remember what life was like before Har'Akir, and the only thing that gets him up in the morning is the drive for power and artifacts.
Reminder that recruitment closes in a few days, get those applications in if you haven't already, and when making an application please adhere to the provided application. The "what did they do to you?" section should include some sort of curse, mutation, or other alteration which could have both positive and negative effects.
You do not need to actually provide mechanics, I will do the work for that. I just want to see your concepts, I'm looking for creativity and a willingness to adhere to the provided setting.
I updated my application as I had some time to skim through van Richtens'. Moreover, I felt the character and his backstory was somewhat disjoint (i.e. troll blood and dexterity focused...) and it missed a more concrete place in the setting. At the end, I came up with a new Domain of Dread that can be fleshed out more if need be but I think it works better now.
What in the gods' name are you? Duergar/ Twilight Domain Cleric 6/Vengeance Paladin 3
Background. Survivor of the War
What the Hells happened to you? Hailing from a long line of militaristic duergar fanatics far beneath the surface named Clan Doom. These duergar modify their own bodies with psionic empowering technology, they believe it is the pinnacle of the duergar race. After years of conquest of the Underdark the clan had immense power and control. Maldor rose through ranks becoming a Bishop of the 201st Doom Battalion in the years of conquest. A high honor and status among the Doom Clan. Over the years the clergy of Shar sent Maldor and many others to the surface world to spread darkness and keep an eye on those that would enter the Fell Mountains into their home. Maldor waits patiently for permission from higher Doom authority to come back to his home Doom Capital. On his expeditions Maldor became lost in a dark mist not even his superior dark vision could pierce, not even his twilight veil could pierce this darkness. He took it as a sign from his goddess Shar and stepped through into the Domains of Dread unknowingly.
What did they do to you? While in this Domain of Darkness, he was ensnared in a life-like illusion of his home and became much too comfortable and submitted to the illusion. The Mist Drifters stumbled upon him plugged into some sort of alien console on a Domain touched by realms beyond. Much of his memory is lost now after being disconnected, and he now has a metal plates surgically implanted his head that runs down his spine. The 3ft. long alien mechanism attached to him ends with what looks like an electric plug. Although, the plates sometimes give him guidance and directly speaks to him at times. Sometimes even helping in battle with psionic abilities. He still has yet to uncover what this mechanism is. Maldor sometimes fears it isn't actually his goddess Shar that speaks to him, but that would be blasphemy in the name of his dark goddess. After realizing where his journey has led him he's determined to make it back home to tell his children and grandchildren of his travels and the foes he's slain in the name of Clan Doom.
What have you become? This old duergar veteran has seen many horrors in his lifetime... many of them he committed himself. He's well over 150 years old and has seen countless battles, with many battle scars to show for it. Surgically implanted plates of cold steel are on the top of his head with many more pieces running down his spine. It hums with alien power. His skin is dark ash and his eyes now dim in his old age, still reflect silvery. He bears the symbol of Shar across his maul and armors. He wears a tattered Doom Clan war banner as a cloak. (Amulet of Devout +1)
Who are you? (name) Perdition (original name unknown)
What in the gods' name are you? (race/class)
Level 9 Reborn Warlock: The Undead
What the Hells happened to you? (background/backstory)
the first tangible memories I have are manifesting from an amber haze, into a corporeal form; Being captured, and carried away from the house of lament. taken by the mist drifters to a shrouded citadel outside the misty barriers of the domains. I get glimpses of memories of my past life... Darkon? Azel'Lan... Rex? fragments of a lingering will constantly consume my thoughts and free time. I often lose myself in thoughts about my past life, and why the mist drifters stole my haunted remains from the house of Lament, to be reborn. I think I'm significant, and although my prerogative lies with them, I want to find out the truth before they do.
What did they do to you? I once was a sorcerer from Darkon, drawing his power from none other than Azalin Rex. After Azalin disappeared, Darkon fell into darkness, the mists slowly encompassing the realm. I set out through the mists to discover a way to stop the encroaching mists, but met by bitter end wandering into the House of Lament, where my body had been destroyed, but my mind and will lingered to haunt the house. The mist Wanderers saved me from my fate of forever haunting the house by taking me out of the demiplane, recovering some version of personality, and initiating me to their cause. Although my body and mind are united once more, something else came with me when I left that house. a collection of voices, the loudest among them: a sinister and angry presence that Vies for my return to the House of Lament. (Dark Gift: Gathered Whispers)
What have you become?
Perdition is a ghostly husk of what used to be an L/G darkon survivor. although undead, he still retains his pact magic. It's hard to differentiate, but if you look close enough, there is a slight translucency over his left eye, right arm, and hair. This is where his ghostly spirit manifests parts of him to compensate what has either been dismembered or rotted away over time. Perdition only knows what the mist drifters tell him, and feels like he has no other option than to take their word for who he is, where he is, or how he should be oriented, in this bleak misty veil of demiplanes. that is, until he remembers his former life.
aaa it looks like it’s saying the dice rolls were manipulated… the numbers still look the same to me but I’ll list it here again just in case: 11, 14, 10, 12, 16, 16
Pitching a character who's meant to be in Dread Metrol...
Who are you? Volan d'Deneith
What in the gods' name are you? Astral self monk Lv9 (Spectral arms flavoured as foldable flesh-machine arms). Race is currently undecided, either warforged or mark of sentinel human (reason below)
What the Hells happened to you? Soldier - personal security of Queen Dannel.
An up and rising mercenary from the Deneith House, having been selected to serve as Queen Dannel's personal guard. Volan was not able to keep this position, as the undead legions swept over Metrol. No matter their skills or status, soldiers would be slain on the endless battlefield. Volan was on his last breaths when the corpse collectors of House Cannith sent him to the Forge. Volan cannot say whether this was a curse or a blessing, as they severed first his left arm and he finally fell unconscious from the pain, not on the battle field but on an operating bench. When he next woke, he has been healed-- by virtue of having his mangled body replaced with organic fused machinery and he was once again sent out to battle.
What did they do to you? Since being given second life by House Cannith, Volan has been sent out like any other reconstructed to procure the Queen's impossible victory. As much as Metrol tormented the Queen, it tormented all it's residents. Even after that, when Volan dies, he finds himself waking again on the first day of the siege, previous memories intact. Stuck in an unending cycle of carnage, Volan could never escape the fate of being turned fleshy machinery. The cycle repeated many many times, a thousand? A dozen? Volan wasn't able to keep count. Eventually, in one of the cycles, he fought his way far enough into the mist and had gotten lost in it. Next thing he knew, he was dripping rotting blood and innards on an unassuming dirt road, the war seemingly behind him. As he wandered forward, he was found by the Mistdrifters.
What have you become? Volan is a shell of his younger hopeful self. When he was first transformed, and for many cycles after that, he hoped to find hope, and was again and again thwarted. He was stuck in the abyss of denial, anger, depression--- until, he accepted. The major change came about the first time he managed to remain awake throughout his 'surgery', and in a delirious state, he decided he wanted to live. He was going to be strong enough to laugh again. Be it winning the war, killing all the undeads, hell, killing the queen and house Cannith, whatever he wanted! He wants to become strong enough that when death finally comes to claim him, he will not have any regrets left.
Personality-wise, Volan seems cheerful and positive, perhaps overly so, considering where he is. Even with a permanent smile on his face, his eyes appear lightless. Despite his unsettling appearance, he's rather easy to talk to. He had been a duty bound young man, but war killed that guy. He's not frightened by much, since he knows he can punch or kick most things.
Volan operates on the rule of eye for an eye. Or maybe eye for eye and nose and scalp and fingers. It seems like war has given him a taste of blood and he's now (at least a little) addicted to the thrill...
Appearance-wise, mid-30s, tall, but physique is unclear just because of how much is no longer flesh. His limbs are mostly still intact, but all of it are encased in sleek machinery to make him a smoother killing machine. Out of everything, house Cannith kept his long mane-like hair, and one of his pale eyes, the other replaced with machine after an incident that blew a corner off his skull.
Fairy, Level 1 Order Cleric, Level 8 Divine Soul Sorcerer
What the Hells happened to you? (background/backstory)
I was always drawn to Order more so than the chaotic nature of most of the inhabitants of the Feywild. I was happiest when channeling my emerging divine powers into making sense of the world around me. This sense of Order, and sheer curiosity, is what brought me to follow that colorful, out of place wagon, into a mist filled section of the woods that morning. When I emerged on the other side of the mist, I found myself far from home, and in my worst nightmare, in a land of chaos, where the terrain was scarred with magical experiments, and magic was wild and unpredictable. This land, called Hazlan, was to become my prison, and my torment, for countless years to come.
What did they do to you?
Upon my arrival in the domain of Hazlan, I was capture by a powerful wizard. My innate fae magic shining like a beacon in this land of magical despair and depravity. Sensing the raw magical gift he had just acquired, the wizard performed powerful necrotic magic, binding my soul to a phylactery of sorts, denying me passage onward if I was to die.
And die I did, hundreds, perhaps thousands of times. Through the countless years, I endured magical experiments, torture and at times, just the brunt of his frustrations. After each death, I was revived, but with full memories of what had happened. Full memories of the pain and the torture. With every cycle of death and rebirth, I could feel a power growing within me, part arcane, part divine. I don’t know its source, and nor do I care. With my power growing, I confronted my tormentor. First, I took his eye, as the eye is a symbol of the Darklord Hazlik who rules over Hazlan. Then I turned him into a one-eyed beetle. Then I ate him. I destroyed my phylactery as; I intend to live this last life and no more.
I headed into the mists once again, determined to leave this land and attempt to find a place where I can help others and instill a sense of order into this world.
What have you become?
The years of imprisonment and torture have removed most of the joy and carefreeness innate to a denizen of the Feywild, but as time continues to pass since my imprisonment, I can feel a bit of light breaking through. My resolve to bring order and freedom to those enslaved has never been greater!
Using the first set ( 15, 12, 15, 16, 14, 14)
who are you? Barthos Von Zarovich
What in the gods' name are you? (race/class) Dhampir Barbarian (path of the beast ) 4, paladin (oath of vengeance) 5
What the Hells happened to you? (background/backstory) Barthos was born in the village of Vallaki as bastard child of Strahd and an unknow woman who died in childbirth. he was taken in the local priests and trained in their ways. one night strahd attacked his village and killed the priests, but spared him, instead marking him across his face and leaving. Barthos, horrified, run into the Mists and somehow wound up Waterdeep. He began his crusade against the undead. and for 20 years he hunted and honed his skills in slaying the undead. Unfortunately he got in over his head fighting a Vampire, an agent of the Shrouded Citadel baled him out, in return Barthos was to help the Shrouded Citadel. He happly agree and has been work there ever since.
What did they do to you? when Barthos was young Strahd gave him a burn that refuses to heal. but the wound did far more that just mar his flesh, it touched his soul. He found out the nature of this curse when he went to help his friend how had been injured by Strahd; when he touched his friend his flesh blacked, and he withered and died. thus Barthos found his touch would kill the living.
What have you become? Barthos is pale man with black eyes, and a large burn covering half his face. He moves with a fluid grace despite wearing a heavy Cloak adorned with trophies from his hunts. he is seldom without stakes, holy water, and other tools to slay the undead, and never without gloves. he avoids smiling to hide his fangs, but enjoys life more than one would expect, and loves to talk.
thank you for your time. This looks like an amazing game.
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1 Ability scores: 12 15 14 13 16 12
2 Ability scores: 10 12 11 15 15 11
3 Ability scores: 16 15 16 16 11 10
A reminder that y'all are welcome to hail from any of the Domains of Dread, not just Barovia, and indeed may be from any other published world, be it Eberron, Faerun, Greyhawk, et cetera.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
|| Tryncaryn - Halfling Monk/Wizard - Dragon of Icespire Peak || Berry - Fairy Barbarian - Deathworld: Lost Mine of Phandelver || Taya - Mysterious Fighter - Echoes of Empire || Myrla Stardust - Wood Elf Rogue - After the Fall ||
I honestly defaulted to Barovia because I was writing fast and loose. Might tweak that to a different domain once I get a little bit of research time in.
Character Application:
Ability Scores:
Who are you? (name) Trystane Trollblood - DnDBeyond Link
What in the gods' name are you? (race/class) Custom Lineage (Half Troll) - Blood Hunter Lycan (only that he's changing into a troll form rather than an animal) - Bonus feat: Remarkable Recovery (reflecting his half-troll heritage)
What the Hells happened to you? (background/backstory) Trystane emerged from a humble village, shunned for his monstrous appearance and mysterious lineage. Blessed with extraordinary self-healing abilities, he endured the scorn of his peers until a circus troupe (of Vistani?) arrived, offering him the first taste of camaraderie he'd ever known. Entranced by their kindness, Trystane joined them, eager for a fresh start.
But his newfound joy turned to despair as the circus exploited his powers, forcing him to perform miraculous healings for their profit. Refusal meant punishment, and when Trystane resisted, they resorted to a perilous ritual to control him. Yet, the ritual backfired, unleashing a monstrous force within him.
In a frenzy of pain and rage, Trystane broke free, unleashing havoc upon the troupe before they abandoned him for dead. Miraculously, he survived, his body transformed into something resembling normalcy, or was it?
What did they do to you? Seemingly, what the ritual had done was simply that he and the monster inside him separated and from now on co-existed in the same body, mostly - but not entirely - under his control. A truly unique situation as he shortly came to learn. It didn't take long for a group of elites to find him and extract him from what they told him was a Domain of Dread and incorporate him into the Shrouded Citadel and train as Mistdrifter. (I think a Symbiotic Being would work as a Dark Gift reflecting his divided personality/soul.)
What have you become? Trystane has hazel eyes and hair, and a dark yet not deeply tanned complexion hints at resilience but his skin does not show a single scar. His expression is intelligent and wise, hinting at depths of experience beyond his years. Despite his past hardships, he carries himself with dignity and approachability, embodying resilience and inner strength. Trystane wears his heavy armor atop his muscular frame like a second skin.
Additional - His original Domain of Dread (I skimmed through van Richtens' and couldn't find one that fits my idea of Trystane's world - If you feel this goes too far in developing his background, feel free to ignore it):
As Yet Unnamed DoD (Dark Fantasy / Disaster Horror) with two dark lords: a giant king and a dragon emperor.
Giants and dragons are at eternal war with little regard to smaller beings. There is constant fear of being obliterated by a nearby skirmishes between armed forces of unimaginable dimensions. Creatures smaller than Huge have been driven to make a poor life at the outer edges of any hospitable environments and survive in small disconnected societies that partly even subsist nomadically. Large creatures, themselves hiding from the huge and colossal forces, prey on the smaller, and regularly raid settlements. (I can elaborate on this if there is interest, this is just to give an idea.)
|| Tryncaryn - Halfling Monk/Wizard - Dragon of Icespire Peak || Berry - Fairy Barbarian - Deathworld: Lost Mine of Phandelver || Taya - Mysterious Fighter - Echoes of Empire || Myrla Stardust - Wood Elf Rogue - After the Fall ||
Who are you? Ember https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/99416938
What in the gods' name are you? (race/class) Ember is a member of the Underdark version of dwarfs. While he is not interested in brute strength he still has the desire to create new things so he dives into the mechanical nature of magic. He is now a great Artificer who specializes in armor for protection from the things that lurk in the night.
What the Hell happened to you? (background/backstory) Ember was shunned from his community because he had no desire to worship the evil Goddess his people devoutly follow. It was not the sacrifice that bothered him but it was the lack of creativity and creation that his people didn't have. After leaving his people he found solace in the great libraries of Faerûn and the various workshops people had. He eventually became a Cloister Scholar but was often looked down upon and untrusted because of his race. On one of his missions, he was sent to search for relics in the land of the dead. What Ember didn't know is that he went to the Domain of Dread of Har'Akir. When he got there he was immediately filled with the deep desire of greed and power. He has been stuck in this never end search for artifacts and fighting anyone who dears to get close for years, decades, centuries? He looks out at the dead and he does not see much difference between them and himself.
What did they do to you? Ember is slowly losing his sense of self, it is hard to remember what life was like before Har'Akir, and the only thing that gets him up in the morning is the drive for power and artifacts.
What have you become?
Forgot to add this
Reminder that recruitment closes in a few days, get those applications in if you haven't already, and when making an application please adhere to the provided application. The "what did they do to you?" section should include some sort of curse, mutation, or other alteration which could have both positive and negative effects.
You do not need to actually provide mechanics, I will do the work for that. I just want to see your concepts, I'm looking for creativity and a willingness to adhere to the provided setting.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
I updated my application as I had some time to skim through van Richtens'. Moreover, I felt the character and his backstory was somewhat disjoint (i.e. troll blood and dexterity focused...) and it missed a more concrete place in the setting. At the end, I came up with a new Domain of Dread that can be fleshed out more if need be but I think it works better now.
|| Tryncaryn - Halfling Monk/Wizard - Dragon of Icespire Peak || Berry - Fairy Barbarian - Deathworld: Lost Mine of Phandelver || Taya - Mysterious Fighter - Echoes of Empire || Myrla Stardust - Wood Elf Rogue - After the Fall ||
Character Application
Stats:16, 11, 12, 9, 18, 13
Who are you? "Bishop" Maldor Doom
What in the gods' name are you? Duergar/ Twilight Domain Cleric 6/Vengeance Paladin 3
Background. Survivor of the War
What the Hells happened to you? Hailing from a long line of militaristic duergar fanatics far beneath the surface named Clan Doom. These duergar modify their own bodies with psionic empowering technology, they believe it is the pinnacle of the duergar race. After years of conquest of the Underdark the clan had immense power and control. Maldor rose through ranks becoming a Bishop of the 201st Doom Battalion in the years of conquest. A high honor and status among the Doom Clan. Over the years the clergy of Shar sent Maldor and many others to the surface world to spread darkness and keep an eye on those that would enter the Fell Mountains into their home. Maldor waits patiently for permission from higher Doom authority to come back to his home Doom Capital. On his expeditions Maldor became lost in a dark mist not even his superior dark vision could pierce, not even his twilight veil could pierce this darkness. He took it as a sign from his goddess Shar and stepped through into the Domains of Dread unknowingly.
What did they do to you? While in this Domain of Darkness, he was ensnared in a life-like illusion of his home and became much too comfortable and submitted to the illusion. The Mist Drifters stumbled upon him plugged into some sort of alien console on a Domain touched by realms beyond. Much of his memory is lost now after being disconnected, and he now has a metal plates surgically implanted his head that runs down his spine. The 3ft. long alien mechanism attached to him ends with what looks like an electric plug. Although, the plates sometimes give him guidance and directly speaks to him at times. Sometimes even helping in battle with psionic abilities. He still has yet to uncover what this mechanism is. Maldor sometimes fears it isn't actually his goddess Shar that speaks to him, but that would be blasphemy in the name of his dark goddess. After realizing where his journey has led him he's determined to make it back home to tell his children and grandchildren of his travels and the foes he's slain in the name of Clan Doom.
What have you become? This old duergar veteran has seen many horrors in his lifetime... many of them he committed himself. He's well over 150 years old and has seen countless battles, with many battle scars to show for it. Surgically implanted plates of cold steel are on the top of his head with many more pieces running down his spine. It hums with alien power. His skin is dark ash and his eyes now dim in his old age, still reflect silvery. He bears the symbol of Shar across his maul and armors. He wears a tattered Doom Clan war banner as a cloak. (Amulet of Devout +1)
Ability Scores:
Ability scores: 15 14 12 10 15 8
Who are you? (name)
Perdition (original name unknown)
What in the gods' name are you? (race/class)
Level 9 Reborn Warlock: The Undead
What the Hells happened to you? (background/backstory)
the first tangible memories I have are manifesting from an amber haze, into a corporeal form; Being captured, and carried away from the house of lament. taken by the mist drifters to a shrouded citadel outside the misty barriers of the domains. I get glimpses of memories of my past life... Darkon? Azel'Lan... Rex? fragments of a lingering will constantly consume my thoughts and free time. I often lose myself in thoughts about my past life, and why the mist drifters stole my haunted remains from the house of Lament, to be reborn. I think I'm significant, and although my prerogative lies with them, I want to find out the truth before they do.
What did they do to you? I once was a sorcerer from Darkon, drawing his power from none other than Azalin Rex. After Azalin disappeared, Darkon fell into darkness, the mists slowly encompassing the realm. I set out through the mists to discover a way to stop the encroaching mists, but met by bitter end wandering into the House of Lament, where my body had been destroyed, but my mind and will lingered to haunt the house. The mist Wanderers saved me from my fate of forever haunting the house by taking me out of the demiplane, recovering some version of personality, and initiating me to their cause. Although my body and mind are united once more, something else came with me when I left that house. a collection of voices, the loudest among them: a sinister and angry presence that Vies for my return to the House of Lament. (Dark Gift: Gathered Whispers)
What have you become?
Perdition is a ghostly husk of what used to be an L/G darkon survivor. although undead, he still retains his pact magic. It's hard to differentiate, but if you look close enough, there is a slight translucency over his left eye, right arm, and hair. This is where his ghostly spirit manifests parts of him to compensate what has either been dismembered or rotted away over time. Perdition only knows what the mist drifters tell him, and feels like he has no other option than to take their word for who he is, where he is, or how he should be oriented, in this bleak misty veil of demiplanes. that is, until he remembers his former life.
Ability scores: 11 15 15 15 13 12
Ability scores: 14 12 16 14 16 16
Ability scores: 12 15 16 13 14 16
I think I messed up the rolls, they kept rerolling when I edited.
My stats are 16, 11, 12, 9, 18, 13.
Welcome to the forums, friend. The dice roller is evil and hates you. Never edit a post with dice in it.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
this sounds so interesting! I was just looking at Dread Metrol (from Eberron setting) as a domain of dread
Ability scores: 13 13 15 9 14 12
Ability scores: 11 11 15 12 18 14
Ability scores: 13 13 11 12 16 10
will fill out the application a bit later!
Heard. Yea I'm more familiar with avrae discord but I'll get the hang of it.
aaa it looks like it’s saying the dice rolls were manipulated… the numbers still look the same to me but I’ll list it here again just in case: 11, 14, 10, 12, 16, 16
Pitching a character who's meant to be in Dread Metrol...
Who are you? Volan d'Deneith
What in the gods' name are you? Astral self monk Lv9 (Spectral arms flavoured as foldable flesh-machine arms). Race is currently undecided, either warforged or mark of sentinel human (reason below)
What the Hells happened to you? Soldier - personal security of Queen Dannel.
An up and rising mercenary from the Deneith House, having been selected to serve as Queen Dannel's personal guard. Volan was not able to keep this position, as the undead legions swept over Metrol. No matter their skills or status, soldiers would be slain on the endless battlefield. Volan was on his last breaths when the corpse collectors of House Cannith sent him to the Forge. Volan cannot say whether this was a curse or a blessing, as they severed first his left arm and he finally fell unconscious from the pain, not on the battle field but on an operating bench. When he next woke, he has been healed-- by virtue of having his mangled body replaced with organic fused machinery and he was once again sent out to battle.
What did they do to you? Since being given second life by House Cannith, Volan has been sent out like any other reconstructed to procure the Queen's impossible victory. As much as Metrol tormented the Queen, it tormented all it's residents. Even after that, when Volan dies, he finds himself waking again on the first day of the siege, previous memories intact. Stuck in an unending cycle of carnage, Volan could never escape the fate of being turned fleshy machinery. The cycle repeated many many times, a thousand? A dozen? Volan wasn't able to keep count. Eventually, in one of the cycles, he fought his way far enough into the mist and had gotten lost in it. Next thing he knew, he was dripping rotting blood and innards on an unassuming dirt road, the war seemingly behind him. As he wandered forward, he was found by the Mistdrifters.
What have you become? Volan is a shell of his younger hopeful self. When he was first transformed, and for many cycles after that, he hoped to find hope, and was again and again thwarted. He was stuck in the abyss of denial, anger, depression--- until, he accepted. The major change came about the first time he managed to remain awake throughout his 'surgery', and in a delirious state, he decided he wanted to live. He was going to be strong enough to laugh again. Be it winning the war, killing all the undeads, hell, killing the queen and house Cannith, whatever he wanted! He wants to become strong enough that when death finally comes to claim him, he will not have any regrets left.
Personality-wise, Volan seems cheerful and positive, perhaps overly so, considering where he is. Even with a permanent smile on his face, his eyes appear lightless. Despite his unsettling appearance, he's rather easy to talk to. He had been a duty bound young man, but war killed that guy. He's not frightened by much, since he knows he can punch or kick most things.
Volan operates on the rule of eye for an eye. Or maybe eye for eye and nose and scalp and fingers. It seems like war has given him a taste of blood and he's now (at least a little) addicted to the thrill...
Appearance-wise, mid-30s, tall, but physique is unclear just because of how much is no longer flesh. His limbs are mostly still intact, but all of it are encased in sleek machinery to make him a smoother killing machine. Out of everything, house Cannith kept his long mane-like hair, and one of his pale eyes, the other replaced with machine after an incident that blew a corner off his skull.
thanks for the opportunity!
Who are you?
Fizzle
What in the gods' name are you? (race/class)
Fairy, Level 1 Order Cleric, Level 8 Divine Soul Sorcerer
What the Hells happened to you? (background/backstory)
I was always drawn to Order more so than the chaotic nature of most of the inhabitants of the Feywild. I was happiest when channeling my emerging divine powers into making sense of the world around me. This sense of Order, and sheer curiosity, is what brought me to follow that colorful, out of place wagon, into a mist filled section of the woods that morning. When I emerged on the other side of the mist, I found myself far from home, and in my worst nightmare, in a land of chaos, where the terrain was scarred with magical experiments, and magic was wild and unpredictable. This land, called Hazlan, was to become my prison, and my torment, for countless years to come.
What did they do to you?
Upon my arrival in the domain of Hazlan, I was capture by a powerful wizard. My innate fae magic shining like a beacon in this land of magical despair and depravity. Sensing the raw magical gift he had just acquired, the wizard performed powerful necrotic magic, binding my soul to a phylactery of sorts, denying me passage onward if I was to die.
And die I did, hundreds, perhaps thousands of times. Through the countless years, I endured magical experiments, torture and at times, just the brunt of his frustrations. After each death, I was revived, but with full memories of what had happened. Full memories of the pain and the torture. With every cycle of death and rebirth, I could feel a power growing within me, part arcane, part divine. I don’t know its source, and nor do I care. With my power growing, I confronted my tormentor. First, I took his eye, as the eye is a symbol of the Darklord Hazlik who rules over Hazlan. Then I turned him into a one-eyed beetle. Then I ate him. I destroyed my phylactery as; I intend to live this last life and no more.
I headed into the mists once again, determined to leave this land and attempt to find a place where I can help others and instill a sense of order into this world.
What have you become?
The years of imprisonment and torture have removed most of the joy and carefreeness innate to a denizen of the Feywild, but as time continues to pass since my imprisonment, I can feel a bit of light breaking through. My resolve to bring order and freedom to those enslaved has never been greater!
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