Class: Wizard (Bladesinger) (can play them as a bard caster too but haven’t played a wizard in a while so why not)
backstory:
Tristana was a mistake… should have been ended in the great excursions the high elves made into lolth’s lands so long ago… as his future father raise a blade to end the child’s life. Surrounded by rhe blood of his already slain clanselves, a cleric stopped him, finding grave and telling his father Tyrone Tyrionis to, “still your blade… I have had a vision, you are to raise this child as your own…”
Tyrone and his wife were without child, and many clerics in town knew of their family’s plight, and so he grittingly accepted the request of the gods and the cleric (his older sister in fact).
and so Tristana grew up in a world of high elves, and introduced to the secrets of blade singing by his father, famous in those circles. Most adults treated him respectably enough out of reverence for his father, though the children teased his each chance he got, and many ladies in town. When no one was looking, warned him to not steal things, to keep his drow tendencies in check, and sick myriad slurs as only the high classed are able to hide within their sentences in a way that is both obvious, but also unable to be called out directly.
Present moment:
Tristana and the tiefling had gotten into a verbal shitting contest as to who has it harder in everyday life: a red skinned devil related who no one trusted, or a drow skinned lolth spawn who everyone despised…
They had agreed politely that it was presumable equal somehow, before the ale started flowing. So when the catfish began, naturally they went at each other… each punch and wrestle was less a physical assault, but one of “I had it harder and here’s proof”. That is until the chair came out, and Tristana found himself floating… falling; over the railing and out of the brawl…
which was just as well to him! As he watched the others with a level of distance and shock, “so this is the group I’m supposed to adventure with!?! It’s gonna be a loooong road ahead”
(dm Tristana will need ties in his backstory to specific city with high high elve population and npc’s, and a specific cave system in which his father and aunt found him on their raids roughly a century or so ago)
I'm tagging the goblin that's "dancing" with the dwarf!
Clether sits cross-legged on the bar, playing on his birdpipes instead of trying the local mead. At first, his lively tunes find a jaunty welcome among the bar patrons, some of whom get up to show off their folkish dance reel skills. But as the mead and ale continues to flow, and coordination takes a nose dive, it seems the patrons might prefer a different rhythm to things.
"Enough of that," a red-bearded dwarf growls at the goblin, as he pulls out a small drum that was strung to his belt, and begins to wallop on it. Clether frowns, and sputters a bit on his tune as he struggles to adjust to the meter.
"Those aren't real pipes," the dwarf laughs. "You want some real sound, goatherd? I'll show you a better use of your animals, if you really want to be a musician!"
"I'm not a goatherd," Clether sniffs. "I'm a shepherd."
"I bet we can make you a real set of pipes out of one of them anyway." The dwarf was laughing. Quite off his rocker drunk.
Clether lets the birdpipes drop from his lips, insulted. "There's plenty of folk who appreciate sweeter and subtler pipes," he snarks. "Not everything has to be as loud as a dwarf thinks it does."
The dwarf stares him down. "The day I'll see you turning an army to run in terror from your sweet little pipes is the day I'll concede you a whisper," he roars. "Sneaking, sniveling creatures, goblins, can't stand and fight like a man!"
"Watch it," Clether says, frowning. And he puts his birdpipes to his lips again, his face flushed with anger. The dwarf reaches out and slaps them from his hands. The goblin leaps up from his seat on the bar as the pipes tumble to the floor, and full-on tackles the dwarf. "Even the hawk runs from the sparrow once he's been spotted!" he hollers.
Clether Ilewaris is from some remote land in Abyrstwth, a nomadic fellow who grew up in a happy goblin tribe that lived on the Fey edge of things, and loved revelry and luring unsuspecting larger races into parties that lasted for weeks. To Clether, it seemed something of a waste, as the unfortunate chaps often dizzingly found their way back to their own lives far too late to stave off the inevitable famines, kidnappings, affairs, loss of credibility, and other catastrophes that came from unwarned abandonment of work and family. Clether thought it was a bad deal, that greater things could be built, but he had not idea how to do anything else, so he simply struck off on his own into the wilds and learned to survive by himself. He got pretty good at that, and played music for enough pennies when he wandered into towns to outfit himself with some nomadic farming security. Now he shepherds a small herd of sheep that he can take with him on his travels, graze them in the hills, and sell their milk and fiber and lambs when the season comes for it. Plus now he's got someone (sort of) to appreciate his music, which was the one thing he missed about striking off on his own. He's got a bit of an itch for the spotlight, but he usually makes sure to leave town before anyone takes TOO much of an interest in him...
Outlander
Bard (but I was very intrigued by your Master Falconer Ranger subclass so I might consider that too)
As for religion, here's as far as I've gotten in the planning, but if you want to propose a deity that fits any of the inspiration cultures please DM me. A god of luck though I haven't gotten to it is definitely possible
It doesn't have to be a Deity of "Luck" directly, wind, the moon, crossroads. Something akin to a god of "chaos" but not like, malevolent chaos. Regardless, I don't mind playing any of the characters, the purple tint just made me think of that Prestige Class and I went with it. Also the stats I rolled for perfect for the narrative I set up and I hope I get to play
GIve me a name and base culture from Welsh, Scandinavian, Basque, Moroccan or Irish inspired and you've got yourself a god(dess)
Áine would make the most sense to me. Irish "goddess" of midsummer and youth
I didn't nec mean an irl deity from those cultures; but a name and which Sauvogian culture 'analogue's mythology you want them to come from. . . and in Sauvogia Inveralwyn and Jyra'malkr unfortunately pretty much have midsummer and youth already sewed up
As a deity of chaos though would definitely be in the spring/summer family though ... the spring migration, the summer season of journeyings and wars afield ... god of "traveler's luck"could fit world and what you were thinking before ...
'wind, the moon, crossroads' is perfect as a summary of other aspects besides non-evil chaos, too -- the poet in me approves ;).
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Famh Thrawn Fiadhaich - 'half elven' sorcerer (wild magic) 2, Sleeping Gods - A Dragon Warriors campaign in the Lands of Legend
Quspira Inirali - tiefling cleric (Life domain) 4, Painted's "He'll be the father of my child"
---RETIRED HEROES' REST HOME---
Sae Ivui Nailo - wood elf rogue (inquisitive) 5 , Sea of Death: Captain Hailstorm's Lost Treasure
Ryshraxea "Shra" Naranthi - tabaxi artificer 1, Nyx's Tomb of Annihilation - Group 1
(top to bottom of characters i see as part of group)
Human male leaning bemusedly against wall wit arms folded- applications so far = !o!
Tiefling male going all Undertaker with a folding chair on \/ - applications so far = !o!
Drow male about to have a closer geological proximity to Lolth if he don't make that DEX save - applications so far = i
Red-bearded dwarf dancing (?) with green-fringe individual - applications so far = !o!
Green-fringe individual said dwarf is 'dancing' with - applications so far=i
Bearded human (half elf? satyr? Don Huan?) gettin' cold-cocked by The Princess - applications so far = i i
The Princess (this now officially has to be part of all characters for this image but interpretation can be as liberal as desired LOL - applications so far = i
Tusked Jaw / tankard target - applications so far = i
Fiery-tressed tankard wielder - applications so far = i
Applications will stay open at least until Monday of the week after U.S. Thanksgiving (so at least till December 2nd) ... hoping to get at least one application for each image. Encouraged by the reception so far :)
Sylvie, a seasoned waitress with a sharp wit and a calm demeanor, was accustomed to the late-night hustle and bustle of the dimly lit bar. However, the usual cacophony of clinking glasses and boisterous laughter was abruptly interrupted by a heated argument erupting at the far end of the counter. She just could not understand why [PC name] got so jealous all the time. All she did was wink and smile at the dark skinned one! The guy isn't even her boyfriend! Before she could react, the dispute escalated into a full-blown brawl, sending shockwaves through the otherwise tranquil atmosphere. As the chaos unfolded, Sylvie's instincts kicked in. With a practiced eye, she assessed the situation, quickly calculating the safest route to the emergency exit, her mind racing with potential scenarios. She's about fed up on this senseless violence and wants to intervene but if she does, then people will talk...
Backstory Sylvie's heart pounded in her chest as she crept through the moonlit woods, a heavy backpack slung over her shoulder. The cool night air whipped through her thin jacket, but she barely felt it. Her mind was consumed by a mix of fear and determination. She had been living a lie, trapped in a suffocating existence where her dreams were stifled and her voice silenced. Her wardens, well-intentioned but rigid, had always insisted on a strict, traditional path for her. But Sylvie yearned for something more, a life filled with adventure and creativity. She couldn't bear the thought of spending her days confined to a monotonous routine, her spirit slowly withering away. So, she had made a daring decision: to escape the confines of her home and embark on a journey of self-discovery. Who would have guessed she'd end up as a waitress?
Background Hermit - raised in a forest monastery.
Class Ranger
Race Wood Elf
Name Sylvie
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"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
Since the guy I applied for has at least one other application, and it doesn't seem like we'll be filling up those three spots any time soon, should i switch to applying for someone on of these three characters?
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Human male standing against the wall. He's a paladin.
The road has been long and Tiberious Figg is weary. His only hope that evening being a warm fire to dry his boots. Some stew. Then a bed.
Born a lesser son of a greater sire, Tiberious was sent off at a very young age to the keep of Valorn in the far west of Ulvsnesshjolm. There he he was educated. In books and in arms and also in piousness and charity. During those years he was taught the need to temper strength with kindness. That while sometimes justice must be dispensed with the sword most times all it takes is a kind word or a selfless act. The balance between compassion and violence was a hard lesson but Tiberious is up to the challenge.
It is with these thought that Tiberious watches the fray. This what you get for slumming. What is it with these louts? They fight for nothing. Where is the honor? He shakes his head in frustration and tries to recall the words of his mentor, Sir Fitzgerald.
"Never be drawn into a pointless fight. Choose you ground. Make your stance. If it must, the fight will come to you."
So he stands aside, his hand close to his sword and he tries not to get any blood on his cloak.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Just had a game shut down where I was playing a red haired dwarf front line wizard. Pure Wizard, but with dwarven training he's skilled with armor and warhammer. The problem is that this concept needs high stats, so let's see if this set of stats is good enough for a fighting wizard...
Ability scores: Unable to parse dice roll. 1017111614
Just had a game shut down where I was playing a red haired dwarf front line wizard. Pure Wizard, but with dwarven training he's skilled with armor and warhammer. The problem is that this concept needs high stats, so let's see if this set of stats is good enough for a fighting wizard...
Ability scores: 11141691415
Those stats are good enough, so here's the entry.
Prefight narrative from your character’s perspective, covering at minimum the critical minutes just before the pictured moment, and at maximum the point at which disinterested readers of the thread wish to shoot either your character or themselves to spare themselves the tormenting tedium of any more prefight narrative : The night started off pleasant enough when Candle suggested a drinking contest. Some of the other patrons got involved by buying a round of drinks for everyone. Flint wasn't sure exactly what was being served (if he didn't like the taste, he'd just change it with Prestidigitation), but it was strong enough to make even a dwarf drunk. For some reason that he's not likely to remember once he's sober again, Flint took offense at Clether's pipe playing. banging on a drum (the only instrument Flint can play at all, though it was more like striking an anvil than beating out a rhythm). Flint even went so far as to knock the pipes out of the goblins hands, only to get tackled in response.
Backstory : Flint is a dwarven blacksmith, and has been making armor and weapons for well over a century in a mostly dwarven settlement. He's good, but not the best blacksmith (though better than most human blacksmiths). In his youth he did his time in the guard, learning how to move in armor and wield Battle axes and War hammers. But even back before then, he's always been a bookworm. Over the centuries, he's read every book he good get his hands on, every book in the library, and every new book he could buy (he donated them to the library after reading them). The Wizard tomes were good for keeping him occupied, instead of a quick read, they took much study to understand. But as a result of that, Flint is now a full fledged Wizard, though he still thinks of himself as a Blacksmith. His spells tend to focus on blacksmithing, focusing on fire, mending, and breaking. Now middle aged at 220, Flint is finding it hard to get new reading material, so he's decided to go adventuring.
I could see Flint knowing Candle Indradark, Temples are a good source for books after all. And he has a similar temperament about brawling.
Background : Sage (Wizard)
Class : Wizard (but with Dwarven combat training)
Race : Mountain Dwarf (2014)
Name : Flint
Tried to tie the narrative in with what's already been posted. Also, I have the 2024 books and can share them with this campaign if the DM wants. Flint needs to be a 2014 mountain dwarf to work (to get the combat training), but otherwise could be either 2014 or 2024 character.
Guess I'll go with the chair-wielding Tiefling. Screw you, drow. Yer a damn fancy-pants wizard and a bladesinger to boot. That takes an education - so I win, my life was harder. Eat chair, nerd!
GIve me a name and base culture from Welsh, Scandinavian, Basque, Moroccan or Irish inspired and you've got yourself a god(dess)
Famh Thrawn Fiadhaich - 'half elven' sorcerer (wild magic) 2, Sleeping Gods - A Dragon Warriors campaign in the Lands of Legend
Quspira Inirali - tiefling cleric (Life domain) 4, Painted's "He'll be the father of my child"
---RETIRED HEROES' REST HOME---
Sae Ivui Nailo - wood elf rogue (inquisitive) 5 , Sea of Death: Captain Hailstorm's Lost Treasure
Ryshraxea "Shra" Naranthi - tabaxi artificer 1, Nyx's Tomb of Annihilation - Group 1
https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/136412287/opBpAd
(Drow getting thrown overboard toward the depths)
Name: Tristana Tyrionis
Species: Drow
Class: Wizard (Bladesinger) (can play them as a bard caster too but haven’t played a wizard in a while so why not)
backstory:
Tristana was a mistake… should have been ended in the great excursions the high elves made into lolth’s lands so long ago… as his future father raise a blade to end the child’s life. Surrounded by rhe blood of his already slain clanselves, a cleric stopped him, finding grave and telling his father Tyrone Tyrionis to, “still your blade… I have had a vision, you are to raise this child as your own…”
Tyrone and his wife were without child, and many clerics in town knew of their family’s plight, and so he grittingly accepted the request of the gods and the cleric (his older sister in fact).
and so Tristana grew up in a world of high elves, and introduced to the secrets of blade singing by his father, famous in those circles. Most adults treated him respectably enough out of reverence for his father, though the children teased his each chance he got, and many ladies in town. When no one was looking, warned him to not steal things, to keep his drow tendencies in check, and sick myriad slurs as only the high classed are able to hide within their sentences in a way that is both obvious, but also unable to be called out directly.
Present moment:
Tristana and the tiefling had gotten into a verbal shitting contest as to who has it harder in everyday life: a red skinned devil related who no one trusted, or a drow skinned lolth spawn who everyone despised…
They had agreed politely that it was presumable equal somehow, before the ale started flowing. So when the catfish began, naturally they went at each other… each punch and wrestle was less a physical assault, but one of “I had it harder and here’s proof”. That is until the chair came out, and Tristana found himself floating… falling; over the railing and out of the brawl…
which was just as well to him! As he watched the others with a level of distance and shock, “so this is the group I’m supposed to adventure with!?! It’s gonna be a loooong road ahead”
(dm Tristana will need ties in his backstory to specific city with high high elve population and npc’s, and a specific cave system in which his father and aunt found him on their raids roughly a century or so ago)
Ability scores: 15 15 16 13 15 15
Áine would make the most sense to me. Irish "goddess" of midsummer and youth
I'm tagging the goblin that's "dancing" with the dwarf!
Clether sits cross-legged on the bar, playing on his birdpipes instead of trying the local mead. At first, his lively tunes find a jaunty welcome among the bar patrons, some of whom get up to show off their folkish dance reel skills. But as the mead and ale continues to flow, and coordination takes a nose dive, it seems the patrons might prefer a different rhythm to things.
"Enough of that," a red-bearded dwarf growls at the goblin, as he pulls out a small drum that was strung to his belt, and begins to wallop on it. Clether frowns, and sputters a bit on his tune as he struggles to adjust to the meter.
"Those aren't real pipes," the dwarf laughs. "You want some real sound, goatherd? I'll show you a better use of your animals, if you really want to be a musician!"
"I'm not a goatherd," Clether sniffs. "I'm a shepherd."
"I bet we can make you a real set of pipes out of one of them anyway." The dwarf was laughing. Quite off his rocker drunk.
Clether lets the birdpipes drop from his lips, insulted. "There's plenty of folk who appreciate sweeter and subtler pipes," he snarks. "Not everything has to be as loud as a dwarf thinks it does."
The dwarf stares him down. "The day I'll see you turning an army to run in terror from your sweet little pipes is the day I'll concede you a whisper," he roars. "Sneaking, sniveling creatures, goblins, can't stand and fight like a man!"
"Watch it," Clether says, frowning. And he puts his birdpipes to his lips again, his face flushed with anger. The dwarf reaches out and slaps them from his hands. The goblin leaps up from his seat on the bar as the pipes tumble to the floor, and full-on tackles the dwarf. "Even the hawk runs from the sparrow once he's been spotted!" he hollers.
Clether Ilewaris is from some remote land in Abyrstwth, a nomadic fellow who grew up in a happy goblin tribe that lived on the Fey edge of things, and loved revelry and luring unsuspecting larger races into parties that lasted for weeks. To Clether, it seemed something of a waste, as the unfortunate chaps often dizzingly found their way back to their own lives far too late to stave off the inevitable famines, kidnappings, affairs, loss of credibility, and other catastrophes that came from unwarned abandonment of work and family. Clether thought it was a bad deal, that greater things could be built, but he had not idea how to do anything else, so he simply struck off on his own into the wilds and learned to survive by himself. He got pretty good at that, and played music for enough pennies when he wandered into towns to outfit himself with some nomadic farming security. Now he shepherds a small herd of sheep that he can take with him on his travels, graze them in the hills, and sell their milk and fiber and lambs when the season comes for it. Plus now he's got someone (sort of) to appreciate his music, which was the one thing he missed about striking off on his own. He's got a bit of an itch for the spotlight, but he usually makes sure to leave town before anyone takes TOO much of an interest in him...
Outlander
Bard (but I was very intrigued by your Master Falconer Ranger subclass so I might consider that too)
Goblin
Clether Ilewaris
I didn't nec mean an irl deity from those cultures; but a name and which Sauvogian culture 'analogue's mythology you want them to come from. . . and in Sauvogia Inveralwyn and Jyra'malkr unfortunately pretty much have midsummer and youth already sewed up
As a deity of chaos though would definitely be in the spring/summer family though ... the spring migration, the summer season of journeyings and wars afield ... god of "traveler's luck"could fit world and what you were thinking before ...
'wind, the moon, crossroads' is perfect as a summary of other aspects besides non-evil chaos, too -- the poet in me approves ;).
Famh Thrawn Fiadhaich - 'half elven' sorcerer (wild magic) 2, Sleeping Gods - A Dragon Warriors campaign in the Lands of Legend
Quspira Inirali - tiefling cleric (Life domain) 4, Painted's "He'll be the father of my child"
---RETIRED HEROES' REST HOME---
Sae Ivui Nailo - wood elf rogue (inquisitive) 5 , Sea of Death: Captain Hailstorm's Lost Treasure
Ryshraxea "Shra" Naranthi - tabaxi artificer 1, Nyx's Tomb of Annihilation - Group 1
Applications will stay open at least until Monday of the week after U.S. Thanksgiving (so at least till December 2nd) ... hoping to get at least one application for each image. Encouraged by the reception so far :)
Famh Thrawn Fiadhaich - 'half elven' sorcerer (wild magic) 2, Sleeping Gods - A Dragon Warriors campaign in the Lands of Legend
Quspira Inirali - tiefling cleric (Life domain) 4, Painted's "He'll be the father of my child"
---RETIRED HEROES' REST HOME---
Sae Ivui Nailo - wood elf rogue (inquisitive) 5 , Sea of Death: Captain Hailstorm's Lost Treasure
Ryshraxea "Shra" Naranthi - tabaxi artificer 1, Nyx's Tomb of Annihilation - Group 1
Okay well, how about we make Iarícosá, the Pathwearer. And assign wind, crossroads, and novelty as domains?
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Ability scores: 9 12 9 16 11 14
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
The Barmaid
Sylvie, a seasoned waitress with a sharp wit and a calm demeanor, was accustomed to the late-night hustle and bustle of the dimly lit bar. However, the usual cacophony of clinking glasses and boisterous laughter was abruptly interrupted by a heated argument erupting at the far end of the counter. She just could not understand why [PC name] got so jealous all the time. All she did was wink and smile at the dark skinned one! The guy isn't even her boyfriend! Before she could react, the dispute escalated into a full-blown brawl, sending shockwaves through the otherwise tranquil atmosphere. As the chaos unfolded, Sylvie's instincts kicked in. With a practiced eye, she assessed the situation, quickly calculating the safest route to the emergency exit, her mind racing with potential scenarios. She's about fed up on this senseless violence and wants to intervene but if she does, then people will talk...
Backstory Sylvie's heart pounded in her chest as she crept through the moonlit woods, a heavy backpack slung over her shoulder. The cool night air whipped through her thin jacket, but she barely felt it. Her mind was consumed by a mix of fear and determination. She had been living a lie, trapped in a suffocating existence where her dreams were stifled and her voice silenced. Her wardens, well-intentioned but rigid, had always insisted on a strict, traditional path for her. But Sylvie yearned for something more, a life filled with adventure and creativity. She couldn't bear the thought of spending her days confined to a monotonous routine, her spirit slowly withering away. So, she had made a daring decision: to escape the confines of her home and embark on a journey of self-discovery. Who would have guessed she'd end up as a waitress?
Background Hermit - raised in a forest monastery.
Class Ranger
Race Wood Elf
Name Sylvie
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
Happy Clether is taking up the bardic cause (my favorite class) since I imagined the bard looking drow as a bladesinger for some reason!
Just Bumping to make sure I don't miss anything
Still need:
Human male leaning bemusedly against wall wit arms folded- applications so far = !o!
Tiefling male going all Undertaker with a folding chair on \/ - applications so far = !o!
Red-bearded dwarf dancing (?) with green-fringe individual - applications so far = !o!
Famh Thrawn Fiadhaich - 'half elven' sorcerer (wild magic) 2, Sleeping Gods - A Dragon Warriors campaign in the Lands of Legend
Quspira Inirali - tiefling cleric (Life domain) 4, Painted's "He'll be the father of my child"
---RETIRED HEROES' REST HOME---
Sae Ivui Nailo - wood elf rogue (inquisitive) 5 , Sea of Death: Captain Hailstorm's Lost Treasure
Ryshraxea "Shra" Naranthi - tabaxi artificer 1, Nyx's Tomb of Annihilation - Group 1
Since the guy I applied for has at least one other application, and it doesn't seem like we'll be filling up those three spots any time soon, should i switch to applying for someone on of these three characters?
Ability scores: 14 11 13 16 18 14
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I like to make art of my characters. Think she's a match?
Human male standing against the wall. He's a paladin.
The road has been long and Tiberious Figg is weary. His only hope that evening being a warm fire to dry his boots. Some stew. Then a bed.
Born a lesser son of a greater sire, Tiberious was sent off at a very young age to the keep of Valorn in the far west of Ulvsnesshjolm. There he he was educated. In books and in arms and also in piousness and charity. During those years he was taught the need to temper strength with kindness. That while sometimes justice must be dispensed with the sword most times all it takes is a kind word or a selfless act. The balance between compassion and violence was a hard lesson but Tiberious is up to the challenge.
It is with these thought that Tiberious watches the fray. This what you get for slumming. What is it with these louts? They fight for nothing. Where is the honor? He shakes his head in frustration and tries to recall the words of his mentor, Sir Fitzgerald.
"Never be drawn into a pointless fight. Choose you ground. Make your stance. If it must, the fight will come to you."
So he stands aside, his hand close to his sword and he tries not to get any blood on his cloak.
Ability scores: 17 14 13 12 16 16
Just had a game shut down where I was playing a red haired dwarf front line wizard. Pure Wizard, but with dwarven training he's skilled with armor and warhammer. The problem is that this concept needs high stats, so let's see if this set of stats is good enough for a fighting wizard...
Ability scores: Unable to parse dice roll. 10 17 11 16 14
Those stats are good enough, so here's the entry.
Prefight narrative from your character’s perspective, covering at minimum the critical minutes just before the pictured moment, and at maximum the point at which disinterested readers of the thread wish to shoot either your character or themselves to spare themselves the tormenting tedium of any more prefight narrative : The night started off pleasant enough when Candle suggested a drinking contest. Some of the other patrons got involved by buying a round of drinks for everyone. Flint wasn't sure exactly what was being served (if he didn't like the taste, he'd just change it with Prestidigitation), but it was strong enough to make even a dwarf drunk. For some reason that he's not likely to remember once he's sober again, Flint took offense at Clether's pipe playing. banging on a drum (the only instrument Flint can play at all, though it was more like striking an anvil than beating out a rhythm). Flint even went so far as to knock the pipes out of the goblins hands, only to get tackled in response.
Backstory : Flint is a dwarven blacksmith, and has been making armor and weapons for well over a century in a mostly dwarven settlement. He's good, but not the best blacksmith (though better than most human blacksmiths). In his youth he did his time in the guard, learning how to move in armor and wield Battle axes and War hammers. But even back before then, he's always been a bookworm. Over the centuries, he's read every book he good get his hands on, every book in the library, and every new book he could buy (he donated them to the library after reading them). The Wizard tomes were good for keeping him occupied, instead of a quick read, they took much study to understand. But as a result of that, Flint is now a full fledged Wizard, though he still thinks of himself as a Blacksmith. His spells tend to focus on blacksmithing, focusing on fire, mending, and breaking. Now middle aged at 220, Flint is finding it hard to get new reading material, so he's decided to go adventuring.
I could see Flint knowing Candle Indradark, Temples are a good source for books after all. And he has a similar temperament about brawling.
Background : Sage (Wizard)
Class : Wizard (but with Dwarven combat training)
Race : Mountain Dwarf (2014)
Name : Flint
Tried to tie the narrative in with what's already been posted. Also, I have the 2024 books and can share them with this campaign if the DM wants. Flint needs to be a 2014 mountain dwarf to work (to get the combat training), but otherwise could be either 2014 or 2024 character.
Guess I'll go with the chair-wielding Tiefling. Screw you, drow. Yer a damn fancy-pants wizard and a bladesinger to boot. That takes an education - so I win, my life was harder. Eat chair, nerd!
Prefight narrative:
Backstory:
Background: Urchin
Race: Teifling
Class: Rogue/Fighter