Name: Alladorn Race: Aarakocra Class: Ranger [thinking about Gloom Stalker at level 3] Backstory (as long or as short as you’d like): Born and raised in the heart of the forest, Alladorn has always had a deep connection with nature. Most of his life was spent as a ranger, caring deeply for the woods and its inhabitants, keeping the humans at bay, but protecting those who would enrage mother nature. However, despite their love for the forest, Alladorn grew curious about the world beyond his home.
One day, he came upon strange rumors of a city inhabited entirely by cats. The idea of such a place intrigued the ranger, and he decided to embark on a journey to visit the Southlands and this wondrous place with strange inhabitants. The journey was long and treacherous, but the ranger pressed on, driven by his desire to see this curious city with his own eyes.
Physical appearance (descriptions or pictures): Alladorn is a rather burly Aarakocra, who still manages to move swiftly between the perils of the wild forest. He is just like his kin, a featherly figure that evokes the image of an eagle or a bird of prey in the minds of those who meet him. His right eye has been long lost in a fight, a story worth telling at the camp around a pleasant fire, in the company of the right people.
Backstory: Klaus is one of a kind, as those of his kind are uncommon throughout the realm. He lived in a tribe of his race with dwindling numbers, facing threats often. He joined the army as a part of the infantry, yet he could not do much before his tribe was decimated by an earth elemental. He fled for his life, into the City of Cats. He joined a thieves guild, stealing things often for their sake. Once they were busted after a few years, Klaus prepared for the worst. Now, he awaits what comes next.
Physical Description: Klaus has winter-white skin, and has a slender build. His strength is close to nothing, yet he hides this by wearing thick, black robes. He carries a rapier, and hides his face beneath a handmade wooden mask. Under the mask, he has steely-grey eyes, and messy, sky-blue hair. He has a soul patch the colour of clouds, and he wears a large, leathery backpack as dark as midnight.
Name:Akelin Benedikt Race:Human (maybe variant.) Class:Life cleric Backstory (as long or as short): Well, he grew up in a farming(later ranching) family, so he’sa but if a bumpkin. He broke his arm badly at one point, and would have been a cripple for life if it weren’t for the blessing of a priest. Later, he contracted what we call diabetes…only to be healed again. So he decided to turn his life to religion. He’s now traveling, trying to spread the light. That’s why he’s here. Physical appearance: about 6 ft tall, brown hair, blue eyes. A few scars on his face from several things-ranch accidents, mostly. He’s considered fairly attractive, and has a good metabolism.
Gonna have to withdraw this.
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If I haven’t offended you, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll get to you eventually.
Name: Navys Imbixtellrhyst (they/them) Race: Green Dragonborn Class: Bard Backstory When they were little, they saw a bard, Olva Bluesky, perform in their hometown, and were in awe! Ever since that day, he had always wanted to be a bard himself, and entertain the world! Their parents, however, wanted them to be a politician/leader. They weren't happy for years of his passion being neglected, so they practiced in their own in their attic. Once their parents found out, they destroyed their lute, and grounded them. They ran away that night, only to find, the next morning, the verry bard that inspired him in the first place! The two of them met, and talked, and once the bard realized what Navys was going through, they decided to give Navys a new lute so that he could practice and become the bard of his dreams! That is exactly what Navys did! He traveled, entertaining folks and learning new thinks as he went. Now, Navys is early into adulthood, still being the bard that they've always wanted to be! His next stop for entertainment is Per-Bastet! Physical appearance
I'm going to have to withdraw my application, thanks.
(KlausIronFist’s alt account here. I made it so I can participate in more campaigns without removing important character slots, basically another 6 free characters. But now I cannot access that account again due to some mistakes, and thus I will have to play on this account. Sorry if this os confusing, essentially I am the alt of KlausIronFist and I will have to play on this account because I am unable to access it. Thanks for your understanding, and I would still like to join using Klaus.)
I look forward to seeing the selected group for this campaign it sounds very intriguing.
Hello Hunter!
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“If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles. If you know yourself but not the enemy, for every victory gained you will also suffer a defeat." -Sun Tzu
Name: Tasmara the Unlucky Race: Halfing (currently, formerly human) Class: Sorceror, Wild Magic Bloodline Backstory: Tasmara the Unlucky is a native of Per-Bastet, a city which on first glance would not seem a natural home for a well brought up halfling lass. Then again Tasmara was not well brought up and until recently was neither a halfling nor a lass. As for 'the Unlucky' the meaning behind that nickname should be obvious soon.
Born in the poor quarter the human male who would eventually become Tasmara was something of a pickpocket in his boyhood - not a great pickpocket perhaps but enough to get by. It was as he entered his teens that he started to notice changes, and not just the sort of changes his peers were going through. Few of them glowed or found themselves occasionally levitating or having to be careful where they pointed their finger in case a bolt of fire flew from it. In short he was a sorcerer, though as an orphan he could hardly guess at where his powers came from.
Thus began a new 'respectable' career as an entertainer, weaving various minor magics to please the crowds. Admittedly the magic sometimes went wrong and had certain unexpected side-effects but that unluckiness was part of the draw for the young sorcerer's fans. Even they might have admitted that the sorcerer's twenty second birthday that resulted in accidently burning down an entire tavern and several adjacent businesses, unintentionally summoning a minor demon and resulting in the death of the sorcerer might have been taking things a little too far... fortunately a wild magic surge reincarnated the sorcerer on the spot, albeit this time as a female halfling.
Tasmara (as she now calls herself) has adjusted fairly well. Becoming female was a surprise but she's found she rather likes it. Being three and a bit feet tall now is perhaps less of 'win', but Tasmara was delighted to discover that since she technically died and was brought back to life in a different body and in a way that didn't involve the usual appeals to the gods she is not legally responsible for burning down all those buildings (though she is aware she has few enemies there). For now she's thrown herself back into her act, always trying to master her magics and gain a few coins.
Physical appearance: A pretty female halfling with long red hair, a charming smile and twinkle in her eyes and suitably mystic robes.
I love RPing and I hope my character will join your team, but as you have already very nice list I know chances are slim, nevertheless... ;)
Name: Liara Thunderbane
Race: Mountain Dwarf
Class: Cleric, Tempest domain
Story:
It was a strange night 52 years ago. Neither stars nor moon were visible because of heavy clouds and thunders echoed in the valleys lighted up with so many lightnings even a human could have read with ease. That night I was born. Many, including my parents, took this as an omen, and you must know, dwarves take such matters quite seriously, therefore as soon as I was old enough, I was brought to the Muamman Duathal's priest, Morrin Stormcloud who took me with him so I could eventually become one too. He was quite old that time and he knew he will need someone to take his place. I wasn't the best student. I wasn't a good one either. Many times the priest tired to convince me to act a bit more like him, but I hardly ever listened. To makes matters worse, I had no problems with any of the trials and always have felt His presence. We have wandered for many years and I always liked this kind of life. Helping those who are lost, those who need us, no matter the race. I have learned a lot and managed to visit my family back home a few times. To a surprise of few I wasn't a little sister any more. A few months ago, when we were in my home city, the priest brought me to the very cave, I was born in. There, he presented me with an amulet he made for me and in front of my whole family I was ordained a full priest. For some time we stayed with my family, but I knew it is the high time for me to move out. I went to an old city by the sea side and found the first ship going to a place I knew nothing about... Three months later, I have arrived to Per-Bastet...
Hope you'll concider me :)
Li.
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"I don't care, I'm still free. You can't take the sky from me..."
I'm new to D&D Beyond Forums (3 years on the site, and today's my first posting), but I'm a really old hat with PBP. I'll put forth an idea for a character, and if I make the cut, awesome! If not, I'll try again!
Name: Brush Stroke
Class: Aberrant Mind Sorcerer
Race: Kenku (Mordenkainen's Monsters of the Multiverse)
Background: Charlatan
Backstory (written from the perspective of being in Faerun, but can easily be modified to be from any small town near Per-Bastet)
The floorboards in the old courthouse creaked and groaned as the young Kenku was led from the entrance to her seat at the defendant's table, all eyes in the gallery on her and the 2 large guards assigned to keep her in line. The room was clean and bright, the sconces lining the walls holding large lit torches, the domed ceiling high above black with the char of smoke from years...nay, decades...of this scene having played out time and again.
Brush Stroke smiled slightly as she took her seat, her hands clapped in irons, her simple clothing stained from having spent yet another night in the local jail. She looked to her right and left, wondering to herself where her lawyer may have gone off to, but not really caring; the public defenders had never done much for her other than bloviate about what she should say or do, but not really keeping her from having to submit to community service or paying a small fine for her transgressions. But when the judge walked in, his black robe flowing behind as he strode to his seat with purpose and determination, she started to get a bit nervous.
"To your feet, Brush Stroke," the judge demanded as he sat in his chair, the high pedestal in front of him adorned with a stack of scrolls and parchments. He scowled as he looked out at the Kenku, his face obviously pained, his mood dour. "While this has become all too commonplace, I guarantee you that this will be the last time you ever set foot in this courtroom as the accused."
He motioned to one of the guards, handing the man a scroll as he reached the bench. The guard then turned to face Brush Stroke, unraveling the scroll and clearing his throat several times before speaking.
"Brush Stroke, you stand here today accused, once again, of running illegal confidence games in and around the town of Secomber. As is standard procedure, the list of your criminal history shall be entered into the record...,"
It was at this point that Brush Stroke literally stopped paying attention to what was being said. She had heard this all before. Heck, she had LIVED this all before. Every petty crime she had ever been accused of, from stealing food on a dare to tricking guards out of their wages to pawning illegal goods, read out loud for the whole of the gallery and courtroom to hear. And nobody in this room at this time needed to be reminded that this was yet another offense for her, and that she was about to be sentenced to yet more community service. So her mind wandered a bit, thinking on how she would convince the judge not to give her more garbage duty. That is, until the judge spoke again, this time with an anger in his voice she had not heard before.
"Your family should be ashamed of you," he bellowed. "Your father is a decent, hardworking man, and your mother is one of the finest seamstresses in the area. How you grew up to be a common criminal when they provided a good life and home for you is beyond me."
The judge had frequently brought up her family, how they were welcomed to town even though they weren't Human, and how they worked hard to prove they would be good citizens. She was always told that she was the jewel of her father's eye, that he lived and breathed for her, even when she was growing up and getting into trouble. Even as she figured out that she could talk people into doing things they normally wouldn't - and out of things they normally would - her parents tried to give her everything. They paid her fines, pleaded with the courts, spoke to the constable. They gave up their own lives to try to make hers normal.
"And you have spit in their faces, and mine, for the last time."
It was as if the judge had been reading her mind as she dwelled on her parents. As she thought about her home life, and how her parents had loved her in spite of everything, the judge had in the perfect moment reminded her that she was an ungrateful child.
"You, my dear, need more punishment than has been given to you previously. Community service is of no use; you always end up talking your way out of actually doing anything. Fines don't seem to matter as your parents make sure they are paid before you end up serving time. You are too young for corporal punishment, and too old for a slap on the wrist. You need to be punished in a way that will constantly remind you that you cannot keep doing these things. That people are going to get angry with you for stealing their money.
"To that end, I am sentencing you to the most severe punishment we can levy against you, short of death. No fine will be big enough, no amount of talking will be smooth enough, to keep this from you.
"Brush Stroke, you are hereby declared persona non grata in the town of Secomber. You are no longer welcome here, from this day forth, for the rest of your days. You are ordered to leave town, before the stroke of the next hour, and never return."
Brush Stroke's heart dropped suddenly, the gasps from the gallery telling her that she had heard exactly what was said. She took a half-step backwards, nearly falling into her chair before she got recomposed.
"Your honor," she spit out, anxiety obvious in her voice. "Please, you can't do this. I'm sorry for what I've done. My mother...she's sick. And my father...he needs me! You...you...you can't make me leave! This is my home! This is..."
"SILENCE!" the judge shouted as she tried to talk her way out of things. His voice echoed throughout the courtroom, all gasps and noise immediately quieting to no more than a whisper. "You have had your time and turn to try and make something of yourself. Your mother is sick? Sick of your lies and cons. Your father needs you? He needs you to be a decent person. You have done nothing but make a fool of them, of this court, of this town.
"Guard, unchain this wretch and see to it that she leaves town. NOW."
Brush Stroke was grabbed from behind, the guard's hands clenching down tight on her arm as she was dragged from the courtroom. She tried to cry out, to yell out that this time really would be different, that she really would change. But there were either no words that came, or no sound that emanated, for she didn't remember what she may or may not have said in that moment. Instead, she was forced from the courtroom and walked through town, in shame, towards the town gate, where the chains were removed. And then, with everyone watching - including her parents - she was shoved through the gate from behind and blocked from re-entering.
"Go, now, Brush Stroke. Go find your own life and live your lies somewhere else."
Appearance
Yes, I'm aware this is a Skeksis. skekZok, to be precise. Their wiki write-up indicates they are part predatory bird, and I just think this image fits what I'm going for with this character.
Thank you everyone, I have received many excellent applications! I will close the recruitment now, look over the applications, and I will PM those who are selected.
Name: Alladorn
Race: Aarakocra
Class: Ranger [thinking about Gloom Stalker at level 3]
Backstory (as long or as short as you’d like): Born and raised in the heart of the forest, Alladorn has always had a deep connection with nature. Most of his life was spent as a ranger, caring deeply for the woods and its inhabitants, keeping the humans at bay, but protecting those who would enrage mother nature. However, despite their love for the forest, Alladorn grew curious about the world beyond his home.
One day, he came upon strange rumors of a city inhabited entirely by cats. The idea of such a place intrigued the ranger, and he decided to embark on a journey to visit the Southlands and this wondrous place with strange inhabitants. The journey was long and treacherous, but the ranger pressed on, driven by his desire to see this curious city with his own eyes.
Physical appearance (descriptions or pictures): Alladorn is a rather burly Aarakocra, who still manages to move swiftly between the perils of the wild forest. He is just like his kin, a featherly figure that evokes the image of an eagle or a bird of prey in the minds of those who meet him. His right eye has been long lost in a fight, a story worth telling at the camp around a pleasant fire, in the company of the right people.
Name: Klaus Klarx
Race: Air Genasi
Class: Rogue
Backstory: Klaus is one of a kind, as those of his kind are uncommon throughout the realm. He lived in a tribe of his race with dwindling numbers, facing threats often. He joined the army as a part of the infantry, yet he could not do much before his tribe was decimated by an earth elemental. He fled for his life, into the City of Cats. He joined a thieves guild, stealing things often for their sake. Once they were busted after a few years, Klaus prepared for the worst. Now, he awaits what comes next.
Physical Description: Klaus has winter-white skin, and has a slender build. His strength is close to nothing, yet he hides this by wearing thick, black robes. He carries a rapier, and hides his face beneath a handmade wooden mask. Under the mask, he has steely-grey eyes, and messy, sky-blue hair. He has a soul patch the colour of clouds, and he wears a large, leathery backpack as dark as midnight.
I look forward to seeing the selected group for this campaign it sounds very intriguing.
Me too :)
Walks in [insert absurd situation].
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Me too!
Gonna have to withdraw this.
If I haven’t offended you, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll get to you eventually.
I'm going to have to withdraw my application, thanks.
(KlausIronFist’s alt account here. I made it so I can participate in more campaigns without removing important character slots, basically another 6 free characters. But now I cannot access that account again due to some mistakes, and thus I will have to play on this account. Sorry if this os confusing, essentially I am the alt of KlausIronFist and I will have to play on this account because I am unable to access it. Thanks for your understanding, and I would still like to join using Klaus.)
Hello Hunter!
“If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles. If you know yourself but not the enemy, for every victory gained you will also suffer a defeat." -Sun Tzu
Name (in game) Koi
Wizard
has no memory of past but knows somehow is always being followed
Strong and fierce but can be sweet
Strengths Wisdom and Charisma
I am new
Name: Tasmara the Unlucky
Race: Halfing (currently, formerly human)
Class: Sorceror, Wild Magic Bloodline
Backstory: Tasmara the Unlucky is a native of Per-Bastet, a city which on first glance would not seem a natural home for a well brought up halfling lass. Then again Tasmara was not well brought up and until recently was neither a halfling nor a lass. As for 'the Unlucky' the meaning behind that nickname should be obvious soon.
Born in the poor quarter the human male who would eventually become Tasmara was something of a pickpocket in his boyhood - not a great pickpocket perhaps but enough to get by. It was as he entered his teens that he started to notice changes, and not just the sort of changes his peers were going through. Few of them glowed or found themselves occasionally levitating or having to be careful where they pointed their finger in case a bolt of fire flew from it. In short he was a sorcerer, though as an orphan he could hardly guess at where his powers came from.
Thus began a new 'respectable' career as an entertainer, weaving various minor magics to please the crowds. Admittedly the magic sometimes went wrong and had certain unexpected side-effects but that unluckiness was part of the draw for the young sorcerer's fans. Even they might have admitted that the sorcerer's twenty second birthday that resulted in accidently burning down an entire tavern and several adjacent businesses, unintentionally summoning a minor demon and resulting in the death of the sorcerer might have been taking things a little too far... fortunately a wild magic surge reincarnated the sorcerer on the spot, albeit this time as a female halfling.
Tasmara (as she now calls herself) has adjusted fairly well. Becoming female was a surprise but she's found she rather likes it. Being three and a bit feet tall now is perhaps less of 'win', but Tasmara was delighted to discover that since she technically died and was brought back to life in a different body and in a way that didn't involve the usual appeals to the gods she is not legally responsible for burning down all those buildings (though she is aware she has few enemies there). For now she's thrown herself back into her act, always trying to master her magics and gain a few coins.
Physical appearance: A pretty female halfling with long red hair, a charming smile and twinkle in her eyes and suitably mystic robes.
Hi,
I love RPing and I hope my character will join your team, but as you have already very nice list I know chances are slim, nevertheless... ;)
Name: Liara Thunderbane
Race: Mountain Dwarf
Class: Cleric, Tempest domain
Story:
It was a strange night 52 years ago. Neither stars nor moon were visible because of heavy clouds and thunders echoed in the valleys lighted up with so many lightnings even a human could have read with ease. That night I was born. Many, including my parents, took this as an omen, and you must know, dwarves take such matters quite seriously, therefore as soon as I was old enough, I was brought to the Muamman Duathal's priest, Morrin Stormcloud who took me with him so I could eventually become one too. He was quite old that time and he knew he will need someone to take his place. I wasn't the best student. I wasn't a good one either. Many times the priest tired to convince me to act a bit more like him, but I hardly ever listened. To makes matters worse, I had no problems with any of the trials and always have felt His presence. We have wandered for many years and I always liked this kind of life. Helping those who are lost, those who need us, no matter the race. I have learned a lot and managed to visit my family back home a few times. To a surprise of few I wasn't a little sister any more. A few months ago, when we were in my home city, the priest brought me to the very cave, I was born in. There, he presented me with an amulet he made for me and in front of my whole family I was ordained a full priest. For some time we stayed with my family, but I knew it is the high time for me to move out. I went to an old city by the sea side and found the first ship going to a place I knew nothing about... Three months later, I have arrived to Per-Bastet...
Hope you'll concider me :)
Li.
"I don't care, I'm still free. You can't take the sky from me..."
Oh boy I’m like a kid at Christmas waiting to open up presents. Tomorrow we get to see who will roam the city of cats...
I'm new to D&D Beyond Forums (3 years on the site, and today's my first posting), but I'm a really old hat with PBP. I'll put forth an idea for a character, and if I make the cut, awesome! If not, I'll try again!
Name: Brush Stroke
Class: Aberrant Mind Sorcerer
Race: Kenku (Mordenkainen's Monsters of the Multiverse)
Background: Charlatan
Backstory (written from the perspective of being in Faerun, but can easily be modified to be from any small town near Per-Bastet)
The floorboards in the old courthouse creaked and groaned as the young Kenku was led from the entrance to her seat at the defendant's table, all eyes in the gallery on her and the 2 large guards assigned to keep her in line. The room was clean and bright, the sconces lining the walls holding large lit torches, the domed ceiling high above black with the char of smoke from years...nay, decades...of this scene having played out time and again.
Brush Stroke smiled slightly as she took her seat, her hands clapped in irons, her simple clothing stained from having spent yet another night in the local jail. She looked to her right and left, wondering to herself where her lawyer may have gone off to, but not really caring; the public defenders had never done much for her other than bloviate about what she should say or do, but not really keeping her from having to submit to community service or paying a small fine for her transgressions. But when the judge walked in, his black robe flowing behind as he strode to his seat with purpose and determination, she started to get a bit nervous.
"To your feet, Brush Stroke," the judge demanded as he sat in his chair, the high pedestal in front of him adorned with a stack of scrolls and parchments. He scowled as he looked out at the Kenku, his face obviously pained, his mood dour. "While this has become all too commonplace, I guarantee you that this will be the last time you ever set foot in this courtroom as the accused."
He motioned to one of the guards, handing the man a scroll as he reached the bench. The guard then turned to face Brush Stroke, unraveling the scroll and clearing his throat several times before speaking.
"Brush Stroke, you stand here today accused, once again, of running illegal confidence games in and around the town of Secomber. As is standard procedure, the list of your criminal history shall be entered into the record...,"
It was at this point that Brush Stroke literally stopped paying attention to what was being said. She had heard this all before. Heck, she had LIVED this all before. Every petty crime she had ever been accused of, from stealing food on a dare to tricking guards out of their wages to pawning illegal goods, read out loud for the whole of the gallery and courtroom to hear. And nobody in this room at this time needed to be reminded that this was yet another offense for her, and that she was about to be sentenced to yet more community service. So her mind wandered a bit, thinking on how she would convince the judge not to give her more garbage duty. That is, until the judge spoke again, this time with an anger in his voice she had not heard before.
"Your family should be ashamed of you," he bellowed. "Your father is a decent, hardworking man, and your mother is one of the finest seamstresses in the area. How you grew up to be a common criminal when they provided a good life and home for you is beyond me."
The judge had frequently brought up her family, how they were welcomed to town even though they weren't Human, and how they worked hard to prove they would be good citizens. She was always told that she was the jewel of her father's eye, that he lived and breathed for her, even when she was growing up and getting into trouble. Even as she figured out that she could talk people into doing things they normally wouldn't - and out of things they normally would - her parents tried to give her everything. They paid her fines, pleaded with the courts, spoke to the constable. They gave up their own lives to try to make hers normal.
"And you have spit in their faces, and mine, for the last time."
It was as if the judge had been reading her mind as she dwelled on her parents. As she thought about her home life, and how her parents had loved her in spite of everything, the judge had in the perfect moment reminded her that she was an ungrateful child.
"You, my dear, need more punishment than has been given to you previously. Community service is of no use; you always end up talking your way out of actually doing anything. Fines don't seem to matter as your parents make sure they are paid before you end up serving time. You are too young for corporal punishment, and too old for a slap on the wrist. You need to be punished in a way that will constantly remind you that you cannot keep doing these things. That people are going to get angry with you for stealing their money.
"To that end, I am sentencing you to the most severe punishment we can levy against you, short of death. No fine will be big enough, no amount of talking will be smooth enough, to keep this from you.
"Brush Stroke, you are hereby declared persona non grata in the town of Secomber. You are no longer welcome here, from this day forth, for the rest of your days. You are ordered to leave town, before the stroke of the next hour, and never return."
Brush Stroke's heart dropped suddenly, the gasps from the gallery telling her that she had heard exactly what was said. She took a half-step backwards, nearly falling into her chair before she got recomposed.
"Your honor," she spit out, anxiety obvious in her voice. "Please, you can't do this. I'm sorry for what I've done. My mother...she's sick. And my father...he needs me! You...you...you can't make me leave! This is my home! This is..."
"SILENCE!" the judge shouted as she tried to talk her way out of things. His voice echoed throughout the courtroom, all gasps and noise immediately quieting to no more than a whisper. "You have had your time and turn to try and make something of yourself. Your mother is sick? Sick of your lies and cons. Your father needs you? He needs you to be a decent person. You have done nothing but make a fool of them, of this court, of this town.
"Guard, unchain this wretch and see to it that she leaves town. NOW."
Brush Stroke was grabbed from behind, the guard's hands clenching down tight on her arm as she was dragged from the courtroom. She tried to cry out, to yell out that this time really would be different, that she really would change. But there were either no words that came, or no sound that emanated, for she didn't remember what she may or may not have said in that moment. Instead, she was forced from the courtroom and walked through town, in shame, towards the town gate, where the chains were removed. And then, with everyone watching - including her parents - she was shoved through the gate from behind and blocked from re-entering.
"Go, now, Brush Stroke. Go find your own life and live your lies somewhere else."
Appearance
Yes, I'm aware this is a Skeksis. skekZok, to be precise. Their wiki write-up indicates they are part predatory bird, and I just think this image fits what I'm going for with this character.
Jesus saves. Everyone else takes damage.
Thank you everyone, I have received many excellent applications! I will close the recruitment now, look over the applications, and I will PM those who are selected.
Excitement!
Felix Windfall(Human-V Lv.7 Rogue) killed in ToA, Vallan Houndstrider (Halfling Ghostwise Lv.1 Fighter) in DiAI hope you get picked cool PC!
Hey guys, I’ve sent PMs to those selected. Sorry I couldn’t choose everyone. All the best to your future adventures :)