That said, I'll update this post with a character in but a few moments time. Unless my boss walks in and finds me working on a character during work. But then I might soon be able to post even more regularly =)
Uriel is a strange mix of races (because I don't have a lot of access, so I might change it): Human, celestial, (red) dragon. There's a whole story about how those strains all got mixed up - it involves polymorphication, polyamory, pyrotechnics, and quite possibly time travel. Let it be said that mummy and daddy didn't get along, and in the final outcome baby Uriel was raised by a foster parent, Autie Agda, in the Moon Temple of Nessaia (moon temple as in located on a moon).
There is a bit of magic in the celestial bloodline, and a bit of temper in the red dragon lineage. These made Uriel a tricky child to raise, and only stalwart determination and a highly patient and forgiving heart allowed Uriel to make it to adolescence - at which point his magic abilities bloomed, and he was finally asked politely but firmly to vacate the temple.
Since the moon of Nessaia has no breatable atmosphere, leaving required passage down to Nessaia itself. Here, Uriel was first confronted with the existance with the bane of his existance: Crowds. Also weather. And open sewers. Quickly deciding that planetlife was not for him, he made every effort to train and prepare himself for Spelljamming, as soon as he reached recruitable age. He tried out for various promising paths, but in general, his physique wasn't much use for soldiering, sailoring or any of the other brands of labor typically associated with the explorers of wildspace.
His magic however would eventually buy him his way in. From minor abilities that could annoy the monks and clerics of the temple, dissolving elements of the liturgy, to catapulting candles across the grand cathedral to other mischief, his power grew to be life threatening - weaponizable. Finally, when a recruiter presented him with a practice target, he could shoot crosbowbolts at it, catapult a cobblestone at it, shoot it with acid and poison - and stab it with daggers, if need be. The recruiter was suitably impressed, and young Uriel was shipped off to Spelljammer Academy.
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Blanket disclaimer: I only ever state opinion. But I can sound terribly dogmatic - so if you feel I'm trying to tell you what to think, I'm really not, I swear. I'm telling you what I think, that's all.
No it isn't - it's a Spelljammer campaign.
That said, I'll update this post with a character in but a few moments time. Unless my boss walks in and finds me working on a character during work. But then I might soon be able to post even more regularly =)
Actually, forget about updating. Here's a character: https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/83505870
Uriel is a strange mix of races (because I don't have a lot of access, so I might change it): Human, celestial, (red) dragon. There's a whole story about how those strains all got mixed up - it involves polymorphication, polyamory, pyrotechnics, and quite possibly time travel. Let it be said that mummy and daddy didn't get along, and in the final outcome baby Uriel was raised by a foster parent, Autie Agda, in the Moon Temple of Nessaia (moon temple as in located on a moon).
There is a bit of magic in the celestial bloodline, and a bit of temper in the red dragon lineage. These made Uriel a tricky child to raise, and only stalwart determination and a highly patient and forgiving heart allowed Uriel to make it to adolescence - at which point his magic abilities bloomed, and he was finally asked politely but firmly to vacate the temple.
Since the moon of Nessaia has no breatable atmosphere, leaving required passage down to Nessaia itself. Here, Uriel was first confronted with the existance with the bane of his existance: Crowds. Also weather. And open sewers. Quickly deciding that planetlife was not for him, he made every effort to train and prepare himself for Spelljamming, as soon as he reached recruitable age. He tried out for various promising paths, but in general, his physique wasn't much use for soldiering, sailoring or any of the other brands of labor typically associated with the explorers of wildspace.
His magic however would eventually buy him his way in. From minor abilities that could annoy the monks and clerics of the temple, dissolving elements of the liturgy, to catapulting candles across the grand cathedral to other mischief, his power grew to be life threatening - weaponizable. Finally, when a recruiter presented him with a practice target, he could shoot crosbowbolts at it, catapult a cobblestone at it, shoot it with acid and poison - and stab it with daggers, if need be. The recruiter was suitably impressed, and young Uriel was shipped off to Spelljammer Academy.
Blanket disclaimer: I only ever state opinion. But I can sound terribly dogmatic - so if you feel I'm trying to tell you what to think, I'm really not, I swear. I'm telling you what I think, that's all.
Ability scores: 14 14 14 12 14 12
Is there still room for me to join?