"Backstory" (I was going to write a book. That was much more difficult than I anticipated.)
“Crap crap crap crap! Late! I’m always late! Dad is going to kill me.” He hurriedly muttered under his breath. “Eli, let’s go!” Coat, check. Key to the shop, check. Key to the house, check. “Elias!” Where is he? He thought as he scrambled out of his room. Oh well, Ander thought. I’m already an hour late if the light outside is any indication, I’m not about to add to that time waiting around for him.
He rushed through his small dark home surrounded by silence because of the absence of Ma, Dad, and Eli. He could hear it now. “Everyone is hard at work to make their dues and you sleep in, boy?” This should be fun. But they don’t know my plans! I was up all night studying the Sahuagins. Next time they attack, I’m ready! Those horrid fish people don’t stand a chance.
Finally out of the door, the sun brought an ache to Ander’s eyes. He could tell it was almost midday. The bustle in the town square was much too busy for any other time. Rushing through the crowd of people, he didn’t notice that the sun wasn’t quite that high, or that everyone seemed a bit panicked. “Excuse me! Pardon me!” Suddenly a gap formed in the crowd and a flash of curly light brown hair that could only belong to Eli rushed through. “Eli!” He screamed, hoping to catch up to him to split the berating that was sure to come from Dad, although, he would probably still receive the brunt of it. Dad always did favor Eli more.
“Ander! Where have you been? It’s happening again!” He shouted as he rushed toward me. “The Sahuagins are attacking!”
That was quick. Fear flooded his whole body, along with a slight tinge of excitement. He knew what to do. Sooner than I had hoped.
“Where are they, Eli?” He asked, the rush of adrenaline flowing through his veins. I’ll finally show them that I’m not useless!
“On Market Street! They’re attacking near the shop!” Eli shouted above the din of the crowd. They retrieved their bows as they rushed through the packed dirt roads to Market Street. This is it. This is the day. As they rounded the corner, there they were. A small group, not too threatening for a whole village. Why was everyone so panicked? The three Sahuagins stood about six feet tall, their dark green skin occasionally interrupted by spots or stripes glistened in the light, showing off the sliminess of their fish kind. Crouching low next to Eli, Ander looked for the weak point: the webbing that covered the hole where their ears would be if they had them. “Eli, there, aim true. Be careful.” He whispered as they prepared to assist in the defense.
As Eli darted between houses to get within range of his shortbow, Ander raised his crossbow in preparation. Holding his breath, he aimed down the sights. Suddenly, the nearest Sahuagin stood up tall, as if listening closely to something. Not one to miss his opportunity, he lined up the sights and pulled the trigger. He watched as the bolt found its mark and went through the webbing over the weak point like it was parchment, going straight into the brain of the beast and out of the other side with a spray of blood.
As it fell to the ground shrieking, Ander ducked behind the wall hoping to avoid detection by the other two. However, they seemed to be looking at something else. No. Please no. Horror overcame him and he began to tremble as he saw what none of his people had ever seen, only heard legend of. A Sahuagin Baron: the horrid mutation of a Sahuagin, complete with four arms and easily double the strength. As he watched it calmly stride forward, Ander noticed it’s target. “Eli.” He whispered with dread. Frozen to the spot, he could do nothing as he watched the beast rear back and thrust it’s trident forward, spearing Eli through the chest. “No!” he screamed, reaching toward Eli, when suddenly a powerful heat formed within his hand and burst out of it. The fire bolt flew toward the Baron and struck it in the middle of the back. He was too astonished to hide. Was that me?
Drox was born to a single mother, not knowing how his father was, but based on his appearance one would guess that has orc blood in him. He was always curious about his heritage and has read through many books and explored caverns and ruins, hoping to find out about his lineage. he is currently 16 years old, and has had a successful expedition in which he was paid quite handsomely. He did so well that he has decided to pursue the life and an archaeologist and adventurer, hoping that one day, he can discover new information about his orc blood.
Quick backstory for Gwen: She was born to parents who never really cared about her, she wanted to be an adventurer when she grew up. She spent lots of time exploring the surrounding regions, scraping up money for equipment. Her father left her and her mother, she blamed Gwen for it and physically abused her. She left a couple days later, seeking a life of an adventurer.
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"The hero sought to save the world.
"If I keep trying, I'll be able to win," the hero thought.
But the harder the hero fought, the further the world seemed to tumble away.
Drowning in doubt, the hero could not even save themselves.
Hero, if you still believe in a brighter future, hold in your heart a thorn that can pierce all doubt."
My name is Jeff and I'm looking to join the group. I can play whatever character class is needed as I have several favorite characters in my Rogues Gallery. I can post regularly and I am familiar with Roll 20. Please let me know If I am able to join.