These rolls were something, but I'll go with the second one! Hopefully those two low stats won't hurt my character too much lol
I also have a bit of a writing sample:
Five men men and women was all they could spare. His wife begged him not to go, pleading with him, cursing him and insulting his family for his stubborn nature. But he had to go. What choice did he have? Some part of Yolonda knew that, it was why there was no fierce bite in her words. He was doing this not only for them, but for his sons. Answering a wrong that needed righting, or he would go insane.
Too long he'd been in the drinks. The moment the plan had come up near the docks, he was already on board, and had packed a month's worth of strong ale for the trek. He'd finished half in the first three nights, before the others hid the spirits from him. That only made him more miserable. But now, they were standing in front of a force almost two dozen strong, facing their demise. The deaths of their sons and daughters needed answering, and perhaps their blood would be enough a sacrifice to the gods to finally get off their asses and do something about the dragon.
"They send their best against us," Nesrila said, standing from a crouch. She wore heavy hide armour and had a grim look on her face. "Standing there, waiting because they know we'll walk to our deaths."
"And it will have more courage than they'll see in a hundred years," Rodell said, his voice like gravel. He was wearing the same, his head bald and clean shaven, marked with the tattoos of a future elder.
"We will make the cowards bleed," Tabral said, "five of us will be a match for their numbers. Let us show them the true meaning of vengeance. And let us show our cowardly gods the meaning of courage." He roared, putting the pain of seeing his son's heads into his war cry as he ran towards the enemy. Not at all caring if his companions were following him or not.
They raised their shields and held their swords towards him. Raising his own, he crashed into the enemy and used his hammer to swat away and parry their attacks. Then he began swinging. He felt the crunch of bones. Tabral had little experience in warfare and fighting, save for what little Rodell taught him on the way to their deaths. At that moment, however, he felt his body moving on its own, acting on instinct.
Elements fell before him. He parried and swung, smashing his enemy's face into a bloody mess. He swung again after blocking with his shield, sending another toppling with a dented helmet. The others fought fiercely beside him, dropping bodies with their wild swings.
Two of their five fell, arrows piercing their bodies. But they kept fighting, and Tabral kept pushing into them. Swinging madly and dropping bodies around him. He felt something change in him. His eyes changed from their normal brown into a glowing ice blue, and his hammer began to drip with ice.
With every following strike, a toll was sounded over his enemy, before they shattered as if he were hitting warriors of ice. As he fought, he heard a deep, low laugh in his ear and he answered that laugh with a roar of pure rage. More bodies were shattered, and by the end of it, it was only him, Rodell, and Nesrila, standing over a field of broken bodies.
Sublimated waves of ice wafted from him like steam. He realized they were staring at him, and when he turned to look at them, he found himself, instead, within a strange, white, snowy field with a sheer black sky. Directly in front of him was an icy throne, upon it was a figure, strong and massive, holding an equally massive icy blade.
"You would show us our cowardice, then, mortal?" The figure spoke.
Tabral snarled. "I would. You and the others have shown your true selves when the dragon came. Cowering in fear, hiding away and leaving us as the dragon's playthings."
The Spirit was silent for a moment before letting out a soft chuckle. "You are indeed spirited. Fine then. Show us our cowardice." He leaned forward, baring his teeth in a mad grin. "Defeat the Frostreaper, Thalorgarax. Present his head, mortal, and you will have showed us your courage. But if you cannot bear this task, then know your soul will be mine to do with as I please. And I can imagine a few things I can do to the little man who slaughtered my worshippers."
Before he could respond, he was back on the field of battle. The other two were looking standing right in front of him with concerned looks on their faces, shaking him. He felt power flowing through him, and realized just how much of an idiot he really was.
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Othorion Sarfir - Half-Drow Eldritch Knight - The Murder Court
These rolls were something, but I'll go with the second one! Hopefully those two low stats won't hurt my character too much lol
I also have a bit of a writing sample:
Five men men and women was all they could spare. His wife begged him not to go, pleading with him, cursing him and insulting his family for his stubborn nature. But he had to go. What choice did he have? Some part of Yolonda knew that, it was why there was no fierce bite in her words. He was doing this not only for them, but for his sons. Answering a wrong that needed righting, or he would go insane.
Too long he'd been in the drinks. The moment the plan had come up near the docks, he was already on board, and had packed a month's worth of strong ale for the trek. He'd finished half in the first three nights, before the others hid the spirits from him. That only made him more miserable. But now, they were standing in front of a force almost two dozen strong, facing their demise. The deaths of their sons and daughters needed answering, and perhaps their blood would be enough a sacrifice to the gods to finally get off their asses and do something about the dragon.
"They send their best against us," Nesrila said, standing from a crouch. She wore heavy hide armour and had a grim look on her face. "Standing there, waiting because they know we'll walk to our deaths."
"And it will have more courage than they'll see in a hundred years," Rodell said, his voice like gravel. He was wearing the same, his head bald and clean shaven, marked with the tattoos of a future elder.
"We will make the cowards bleed," Tabral said, "five of us will be a match for their numbers. Let us show them the true meaning of vengeance. And let us show our cowardly gods the meaning of courage." He roared, putting the pain of seeing his son's heads into his war cry as he ran towards the enemy. Not at all caring if his companions were following him or not.
They raised their shields and held their swords towards him. Raising his own, he crashed into the enemy and used his hammer to swat away and parry their attacks. Then he began swinging. He felt the crunch of bones. Tabral had little experience in warfare and fighting, save for what little Rodell taught him on the way to their deaths. At that moment, however, he felt his body moving on its own, acting on instinct.
Elements fell before him. He parried and swung, smashing his enemy's face into a bloody mess. He swung again after blocking with his shield, sending another toppling with a dented helmet. The others fought fiercely beside him, dropping bodies with their wild swings.
Two of their five fell, arrows piercing their bodies. But they kept fighting, and Tabral kept pushing into them. Swinging madly and dropping bodies around him. He felt something change in him. His eyes changed from their normal brown into a glowing ice blue, and his hammer began to drip with ice.
With every following strike, a toll was sounded over his enemy, before they shattered as if he were hitting warriors of ice. As he fought, he heard a deep, low laugh in his ear and he answered that laugh with a roar of pure rage. More bodies were shattered, and by the end of it, it was only him, Rodell, and Nesrila, standing over a field of broken bodies.
Sublimated waves of ice wafted from him like steam. He realized they were staring at him, and when he turned to look at them, he found himself, instead, within a strange, white, snowy field with a sheer black sky. Directly in front of him was an icy throne, upon it was a figure, strong and massive, holding an equally massive icy blade.
"You would show us our cowardice, then, mortal?" The figure spoke.
Tabral snarled. "I would. You and the others have shown your true selves when the dragon came. Cowering in fear, hiding away and leaving us as the dragon's playthings."
The Spirit was silent for a moment before letting out a soft chuckle. "You are indeed spirited. Fine then. Show us our cowardice." He leaned forward, baring his teeth in a mad grin. "Defeat the Frostreaper, Thalorgarax. Present his head, mortal, and you will have showed us your courage. But if you cannot bear this task, then know your soul will be mine to do with as I please. And I can imagine a few things I can do to the little man who slaughtered my worshippers."
Before he could respond, he was back on the field of battle. The other two were looking standing right in front of him with concerned looks on their faces, shaking him. He felt power flowing through him, and realized just how much of an idiot he really was.
Oof! Those rolls are rough. Remember you can choose POINT BUY if not happy with rolled abilities.
Did go with point buy so here’s the link, a backstory, and a writing sample. Saltstrider. Saltstrider’s life was never peaceful never settled she only ever felt a semblance of purpose as a member of the Gnasher. She was a valued laborer a ferocious fighter a passable cook a hard drinker and a cold hearted lover. She was known to lift a glass to Chauntea from time to time a somewhat odd devotion to the earth mother. She took it hard when she was left at port cheated of pay and threatened with death should she be found to sign on another ship. For the past few years she’s taken guard and merc duties till now…
sample
Scenario ‘A well earned bonus!’ Typical day guarding a merchant’s caravan. Saltstrider spots a blockade ahead looks like a tree across the trail. She calls a halt, the wagons roll to a stop. Merchant, “Well get the road cleared time is money!” Salty, “Safety first this could be more then a natural occurrence, we’ll check it out and clear the trail.” No sooner does she express her concern then arrows thud into the wagon, one two three, the last arrow intercepted by Salty’s shield tossed up in the nick of time. Chaos erupts as guards ready weapons and ambushers continue their assault. This time an arrow glances off Salty’s arm, she merely shrugs away the pain…
Oof! Those rolls are rough. Remember you can choose POINT BUY if not happy with rolled abilities.
Did go with point buy so here’s the link, a backstory, and a writing sample. Saltstrider. Saltstrider’s life was never peaceful never settled she only ever felt a semblance of purpose as a member of the Gnasher. She was a valued laborer a ferocious fighter a passable cook a hard drinker and a cold hearted lover. She was known to lift a glass to Chauntea from time to time a somewhat odd devotion to the earth mother. She took it hard when she was left at port cheated of pay and threatened with death should she be found to sign on another ship. For the past few years she’s taken guard and merc duties till now…
sample
Scenario ‘A well earned bonus!’ Typical day guarding a merchant’s caravan. Saltstrider spots a blockade ahead looks like a tree across the trail. She calls a halt, the wagons roll to a stop. Merchant, “Well get the road cleared time is money!” Salty, “Safety first this could be more then a natural occurrence, we’ll check it out and clear the trail.” No sooner does she express her concern then arrows thud into the wagon, one two three, the last arrow intercepted by Salty’s shield tossed up in the nick of time. Chaos erupts as guards ready weapons and ambushers continue their assault. This time an arrow glances off Salty’s arm, she merely shrugs away the pain…
just a bit to highlight some traits and features
If you'd like to get in the Discord, a couple others have joined that so far too. Link is below
I ended up going with the second roll, since it worked out pretty well for my character idea! I chose a half-drow character, with an extra +1 to str and int!
I don't have the necessary books to make a character here, so I made a character on Dicecloud: Othorion Sarfir
A little backstory for him as well:
It was the scandal of the week when the widower patron of a noble family, married a drow after his late wife couldn't bear him children. Gossip filled the court; did he have his wife killed? Or was the new Lady responsible, just to get her hands within Waterdavian politics? The nobles' moved on to other scandals a week later, but the gossip was once again renewed when Othorion was born.
Petitions were made to strike him from the nobility and have him regarded as a bastard, but Othorion's father objected to this, saying his marriage to his wife was lawful. This matter went back and forth for months in public at court, and for years behind the court's eyes, until finally the Hidden Lords decided Othorion would be considered his father's natural child and heir. They closed the matter succinctly afterwards.
During that time, Othorion was trained as a knight, a contingency his father had made. He knew his son would never be accepted by the other nobles unless he proved himself; thus, he was trained in the many ways of warfare. He learned to ride--though he wasn't all that good at it--he learned various weapons and how to use them, how to block and defend himself against them. As the years progressed, his training developed more; he had excellent footwork and a keen acumen for a knight.
While chasing bandits out of his father's lands several years later, some time in his 20th year, he and his small force came across a tower that had not been there. Othorion entered, demanding who would build upon his father's lands without his permission when he saw his mother descending the stairs. Asking her why she was there, she told him the nobles would fear her if she practiced her magic in the city, thus she often came to the tower, she then offered to teach him some of the magic she'd learned.
Seeing no reason to refuse, he began studying with is mother. Venturing out with her every fortnight to her tower to study and learn from her grimoire. It wasn't easy at first, but he slowly began learning and fashioning his own spells.
At the age of 24, his father told him that he'd finished his training and it was time for him to leave the home and make something of himself, to prove to the Waterdavian nobles that he was as noble and proud as any of them by making himself such a hero that they would have no choice but to accept him.
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Othorion Sarfir - Half-Drow Eldritch Knight - The Murder Court
Thinking a half elf paladin oath of vengeance. A bastard son of a minor noble who's family's fortune was stolen by the court maybe. Not sure yet.
Name: Sir Roric bastard Son of Roderick Greenbrook.
Race: Half Elf
Class: Paladin Oath of Vengeance
Background: Noble. Sir Roric is the third son of Sir Roderick of Green Brook.
The spoiler is an idea of why/Roric is in town.
A young half elf stands on a hill overlooking the town, thinking back on the road that led to this moment.
His family had lost everything in a rigged deal. Their land stolen, assets seized, and the men and women who followed them murdered. The loving household he grew up in was gone. His father had to go and work for his Father in law, a wealthy merchant in waterdeep, and while his step mother treated Roric like her own her father hated him and would not take them in as long as he remained in the family.
So Roric ran putting the needs of his family before his own. His hope was to join his mother's kin but a boy of 13 he was soon lost and starved. He was found near death in a ditch by a paladin. Taking pity on the boy he save his life. And after hearing Roric's story took him on as an squire.
8 years later Roric, a newly knighted Paladin of Tyr. Roric was ready to fulfill the oath he made to advenge the injustice done to his family. Whispers were that the people who ruined his family were in the town.
He grabs the amulet around his neck feeling the power granted to him by aTyr flow.
"Vengeance will be mine. Their justice is coming"
Roric starts the path towards town. Ready to figure out just who they are....
We've got room for two more still and this doesn't mean that our other two submissions so far are out. I will say that someone may want to look at making a support character though.
With such a quick response by all of you, I'll likely only give this another day or so for submissions.
Below is a simple but reasonable backstory, plus a selfish reason for being here.
Kesh wasn't the best merchant. It's said that you have to spend money to make money. Kesh didn't really like that first part, so he was loathe to hear the second part. That was in his nature, though not always. As a hatchling, he was far more fascinated in chemistry, magic and mixtures alike. He was often found pretending that he'd unlocked the means to turn lead to gold and cure any malady. His father -- a hard, expectant man -- saw it as folly, a wasteful dream by a foolish child. He was keen on his boy becoming something respectable, such as a tradesman or a caravaneer. So, he encouraged his boy's love of alchemy rather than debase it. He fostered Kesh's love for it, spending obscene amounts of gold for expensive materials and year-round tutors to give him the necessary knowledge to pursue his dreams. Now don't get it twisted; Kesh's father still saw it as pure tripe. But he knew better ways of encouraging alternatives than simple forbiddance. Which is why, four years after the process had begun, his father cut Kesh off. No money, no connections, no materials.
The boy was no fool -- he saw what his father had done. He was committed to his talent, an expensive talent to have. The funding for such a pursuit would not come from thin air. It was, to that end, he saw reason in his father's actions, and began his long journey in learning mercantile law. And though he'd become quite cutthroat as time went on, he never quite forgot his first love. He was eighteen when his father finally croaked, and nineteen when he allowed his trade empire to crumble. Now he seeks what he sought the first time -- to achieve his dreams and pursue his love. That said, his love had also extended coin, making his new life one fraught in financial difficulty. So, upon hear word of a heady reward for blah blah overthrowing blah blah corrupt blah blah blah reached his ear, he jumped at the opportunity to get his gold.
Below is a simple but reasonable backstory, plus a selfish reason for being here.
Kesh wasn't the best merchant. It's said that you have to spend money to make money. Kesh didn't really like that first part, so he was loathe to hear the second part. That was in his nature, though not always. As a hatchling, he was far more fascinated in chemistry, magic and mixtures alike. He was often found pretending that he'd unlocked the means to turn lead to gold and cure any malady. His father -- a hard, expectant man -- saw it as folly, a wasteful dream by a foolish child. He was keen on his boy becoming something respectable, such as a tradesman or a caravaneer. So, he encouraged his boy's love of alchemy rather than debase it. He fostered Kesh's love for it, spending obscene amounts of gold for expensive materials and year-round tutors to give him the necessary knowledge to pursue his dreams. Now don't get it twisted; Kesh's father still saw it as pure tripe. But he knew better ways of encouraging alternatives than simple forbiddance. Which is why, four years after the process had begun, his father cut Kesh off. No money, no connections, no materials.
The boy was no fool -- he saw what his father had done. He was committed to his talent, an expensive talent to have. The funding for such a pursuit would not come from thin air. It was, to that end, he saw reason in his father's actions, and began his long journey in learning mercantile law. And though he'd become quite cutthroat as time went on, he never quite forgot his first love. He was eighteen when his father finally croaked, and nineteen when he allowed his trade empire to crumble. Now he seeks what he sought the first time -- to achieve his dreams and pursue his love. That said, his love had also extended coin, making his new life one fraught in financial difficulty. So, upon hear word of a heady reward for blah blah overthrowing blah blah corrupt blah blah blah reached his ear, he jumped at the opportunity to get his gold.
As Shaephina Bloodmoon, Half-Drow Cleric of Kiaransalee (Blood Domain) and Student of Blood Magic (Wizard), sat in the dimly lit tavern in Jaekin, her keen ears caught the hushed whispers of the locals. They spoke of “The Murder Court,” a mysterious group that ruled the town from the peaks of Cragsmoot Mountains, and the new mayor’s desperate plans to challenge them. The fear in their voices was palpable, mingling with the oppressive atmosphere of the dark forest outside. Shaephina had been on a pilgrimage, seeking deeper understanding and power to protect the vulnerable. The mention of injustice and tyranny stirred something within her. She approached the barkeep, a grizzled man who confirmed the mayor’s intentions, warning her of the danger that lurked in the mountains. Determined, she left the tavern and made her way to the town hall. The darkness of Ravenswood held no fear for her; it was a familiar ally. She would meet the mayor, learn more about The Murder Court, and decide how best to restore the balance they had disturbed. Shaephina knew her path had brought her here for a reason, and she was ready to face whatever lay ahead.
Background:
Shaephina Bloodmoon was born in a remote village plagued by periodic invasions and internal strife. From a young age, she witnessed the suffering and death of her loved ones, driving her to seek power to protect those who couldn't defend themselves. Her innate talent for arcane magic (bonus feat: Eldritch Adept) led her to the study of blood magic, a forbidden but potent field. Later, she felt a divine calling from Kiaransalee, whose teachings on the cycles of life and death resonated with her experiences. Determined to master both the arcane and divine aspects of blood magic, Shaephina dedicated herself to Kiaransalee, blending her wizardly studies with clerical devotion. She sees herself as an agent of balance, using her powers to maintain the equilibrium between life and death, and to exact vengeance on those who upset this balance through wanton cruelty or oppression. Shaephina is driven by a desire to protect the weak and punish the wicked, restoring balance to a world she sees as deeply flawed.
Thinking a half elf paladin oath of vengeance. A bastard son of a minor noble who's family's fortune was stolen by the court maybe. Not sure yet.
Name: Sir Roric bastard Son of Roderick Greenbrook.
Race: Half Elf
Class: Paladin Oath of Vengeance
Background: Noble. Sir Roric is the third son of Sir Roderick of Green Brook.
The spoiler is an idea of why/Roric is in town.
A young half elf stands on a hill overlooking the town, thinking back on the road that led to this moment.
His family had lost everything in a rigged deal. Their land stolen, assets seized, and the men and women who followed them murdered. The loving household he grew up in was gone. His father had to go and work for his Father in law, a wealthy merchant in waterdeep, and while his step mother treated Roric like her own her father hated him and would not take them in as long as he remained in the family.
So Roric ran putting the needs of his family before his own. His hope was to join his mother's kin but a boy of 13 he was soon lost and starved. He was found near death in a ditch by a paladin. Taking pity on the boy he save his life. And after hearing Roric's story took him on as an squire.
8 years later Roric, a newly knighted Paladin of Tyr. Roric was ready to fulfill the oath he made to advenge the injustice done to his family. Whispers were that the people who ruined his family were in the town.
He grabs the amulet around his neck feeling the power granted to him by aTyr flow.
"Vengeance will be mine. Their justice is coming"
Roric starts the path towards town. Ready to figure out just who they are....
Vincent was abnormal from the beginning, as a child he would constantly start fights and bully the other kids. This led him to form the fight club, starting his very first form of battle. Him and the other kids would bet wagers and fight with sticks and stones, due to having innate and mysterious magic abilities, Vincent would always win. This led him to acquire the title Vincent the feral. Years later he’s known in the underworld as a reliable warrior, legally he’s known as a bounty hunter and mercenary, Vincent doesn’t do it for money, fame, or a particular goal. He wants to fight. Vincent’s mind has always been peculiar, all he truthfully wants is a good fight, using a charming and tame demeanour shouldn’t fool you into thinking he still has the smallest bit of sanity, and the reason for his behaviour, whether because of his constant fighting r side effect of his wild magic, is still unknown.
We've got room for two more still and this doesn't mean that our other two submissions so far are out. I will say that someone may want to look at making a support character though.
With such a quick response by all of you, I'll likely only give this another day or so for submissions.
Adding a fourth to the list accepted so far:
4.Shaephina Bloodmoon - Half-Drow, Cleric/Wizard
If you're able, please join the Discord OOC below.
Ability scores: 10 10 12 13 9 14
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Ability scores: 14 13 15 13 13 12
Othorion Sarfir - Half-Drow Eldritch Knight - The Murder Court
These rolls were something, but I'll go with the second one! Hopefully those two low stats won't hurt my character too much lol
I also have a bit of a writing sample:
Five men men and women was all they could spare. His wife begged him not to go, pleading with him, cursing him and insulting his family for his stubborn nature. But he had to go. What choice did he have? Some part of Yolonda knew that, it was why there was no fierce bite in her words. He was doing this not only for them, but for his sons. Answering a wrong that needed righting, or he would go insane.
Too long he'd been in the drinks. The moment the plan had come up near the docks, he was already on board, and had packed a month's worth of strong ale for the trek. He'd finished half in the first three nights, before the others hid the spirits from him. That only made him more miserable. But now, they were standing in front of a force almost two dozen strong, facing their demise. The deaths of their sons and daughters needed answering, and perhaps their blood would be enough a sacrifice to the gods to finally get off their asses and do something about the dragon.
"They send their best against us," Nesrila said, standing from a crouch. She wore heavy hide armour and had a grim look on her face. "Standing there, waiting because they know we'll walk to our deaths."
"And it will have more courage than they'll see in a hundred years," Rodell said, his voice like gravel. He was wearing the same, his head bald and clean shaven, marked with the tattoos of a future elder.
"We will make the cowards bleed," Tabral said, "five of us will be a match for their numbers. Let us show them the true meaning of vengeance. And let us show our cowardly gods the meaning of courage." He roared, putting the pain of seeing his son's heads into his war cry as he ran towards the enemy. Not at all caring if his companions were following him or not.
They raised their shields and held their swords towards him. Raising his own, he crashed into the enemy and used his hammer to swat away and parry their attacks. Then he began swinging. He felt the crunch of bones. Tabral had little experience in warfare and fighting, save for what little Rodell taught him on the way to their deaths. At that moment, however, he felt his body moving on its own, acting on instinct.
Elements fell before him. He parried and swung, smashing his enemy's face into a bloody mess. He swung again after blocking with his shield, sending another toppling with a dented helmet. The others fought fiercely beside him, dropping bodies with their wild swings.
Two of their five fell, arrows piercing their bodies. But they kept fighting, and Tabral kept pushing into them. Swinging madly and dropping bodies around him. He felt something change in him. His eyes changed from their normal brown into a glowing ice blue, and his hammer began to drip with ice.
With every following strike, a toll was sounded over his enemy, before they shattered as if he were hitting warriors of ice. As he fought, he heard a deep, low laugh in his ear and he answered that laugh with a roar of pure rage. More bodies were shattered, and by the end of it, it was only him, Rodell, and Nesrila, standing over a field of broken bodies.
Sublimated waves of ice wafted from him like steam. He realized they were staring at him, and when he turned to look at them, he found himself, instead, within a strange, white, snowy field with a sheer black sky. Directly in front of him was an icy throne, upon it was a figure, strong and massive, holding an equally massive icy blade.
"You would show us our cowardice, then, mortal?" The figure spoke.
Tabral snarled. "I would. You and the others have shown your true selves when the dragon came. Cowering in fear, hiding away and leaving us as the dragon's playthings."
The Spirit was silent for a moment before letting out a soft chuckle. "You are indeed spirited. Fine then. Show us our cowardice." He leaned forward, baring his teeth in a mad grin. "Defeat the Frostreaper, Thalorgarax. Present his head, mortal, and you will have showed us your courage. But if you cannot bear this task, then know your soul will be mine to do with as I please. And I can imagine a few things I can do to the little man who slaughtered my worshippers."
Before he could respond, he was back on the field of battle. The other two were looking standing right in front of him with concerned looks on their faces, shaking him. He felt power flowing through him, and realized just how much of an idiot he really was.
Othorion Sarfir - Half-Drow Eldritch Knight - The Murder Court
You can also choose Point Buy
Murder Court Discord OOC | Sunderhelm Discord
Did go with point buy so here’s the link, a backstory, and a writing sample.
Saltstrider.
Saltstrider’s life was never peaceful never settled she only ever felt a semblance of purpose as a member of the Gnasher. She was a valued laborer a ferocious fighter a passable cook a hard drinker and a cold hearted lover. She was known to lift a glass to Chauntea from time to time a somewhat odd devotion to the earth mother. She took it hard when she was left at port cheated of pay and threatened with death should she be found to sign on another ship. For the past few years she’s taken guard and merc duties till now…
sample
Scenario ‘A well earned bonus!’
Typical day guarding a merchant’s caravan. Saltstrider spots a blockade ahead looks like a tree across the trail. She calls a halt, the wagons roll to a stop.
Merchant, “Well get the road cleared time is money!” Salty, “Safety first this could be more then a natural occurrence, we’ll check it out and clear the trail.” No sooner does she express her concern then arrows thud into the wagon, one two three, the last arrow intercepted by Salty’s shield tossed up in the nick of time. Chaos erupts as guards ready weapons and ambushers continue their assault. This time an arrow glances off Salty’s arm, she merely shrugs away the pain…
just a bit to highlight some traits and features
“I am a leaf on the wind! Watch how I soar.”
If you'd like to get in the Discord, a couple others have joined that so far too. Link is below
Murder Court Discord OOC | Sunderhelm Discord
Same for you if you'd like to discuss via Discord
Murder Court Discord OOC | Sunderhelm Discord
I ended up going with the second roll, since it worked out pretty well for my character idea! I chose a half-drow character, with an extra +1 to str and int!
I don't have the necessary books to make a character here, so I made a character on Dicecloud: Othorion Sarfir
A little backstory for him as well:
It was the scandal of the week when the widower patron of a noble family, married a drow after his late wife couldn't bear him children. Gossip filled the court; did he have his wife killed? Or was the new Lady responsible, just to get her hands within Waterdavian politics? The nobles' moved on to other scandals a week later, but the gossip was once again renewed when Othorion was born.
Petitions were made to strike him from the nobility and have him regarded as a bastard, but Othorion's father objected to this, saying his marriage to his wife was lawful. This matter went back and forth for months in public at court, and for years behind the court's eyes, until finally the Hidden Lords decided Othorion would be considered his father's natural child and heir. They closed the matter succinctly afterwards.
During that time, Othorion was trained as a knight, a contingency his father had made. He knew his son would never be accepted by the other nobles unless he proved himself; thus, he was trained in the many ways of warfare. He learned to ride--though he wasn't all that good at it--he learned various weapons and how to use them, how to block and defend himself against them. As the years progressed, his training developed more; he had excellent footwork and a keen acumen for a knight.
While chasing bandits out of his father's lands several years later, some time in his 20th year, he and his small force came across a tower that had not been there. Othorion entered, demanding who would build upon his father's lands without his permission when he saw his mother descending the stairs. Asking her why she was there, she told him the nobles would fear her if she practiced her magic in the city, thus she often came to the tower, she then offered to teach him some of the magic she'd learned.
Seeing no reason to refuse, he began studying with is mother. Venturing out with her every fortnight to her tower to study and learn from her grimoire. It wasn't easy at first, but he slowly began learning and fashioning his own spells.
At the age of 24, his father told him that he'd finished his training and it was time for him to leave the home and make something of himself, to prove to the Waterdavian nobles that he was as noble and proud as any of them by making himself such a hero that they would have no choice but to accept him.
Othorion Sarfir - Half-Drow Eldritch Knight - The Murder Court
Name: Sir Roric bastard Son of Roderick Greenbrook.
Race: Half Elf
Class: Paladin Oath of Vengeance
Background: Noble. Sir Roric is the third son of Sir Roderick of Green Brook.
The spoiler is an idea of why/Roric is in town.
A young half elf stands on a hill overlooking the town, thinking back on the road that led to this moment.
His family had lost everything in a rigged deal. Their land stolen, assets seized, and the men and women who followed them murdered. The loving household he grew up in was gone. His father had to go and work for his Father in law, a wealthy merchant in waterdeep, and while his step mother treated Roric like her own her father hated him and would not take them in as long as he remained in the family.
So Roric ran putting the needs of his family before his own. His hope was to join his mother's kin but a boy of 13 he was soon lost and starved. He was found near death in a ditch by a paladin. Taking pity on the boy he save his life. And after hearing Roric's story took him on as an squire.
8 years later Roric, a newly knighted Paladin of Tyr. Roric was ready to fulfill the oath he made to advenge the injustice done to his family. Whispers were that the people who ruined his family were in the town.
He grabs the amulet around his neck feeling the power granted to him by aTyr flow.
"Vengeance will be mine. Their justice is coming"
Roric starts the path towards town. Ready to figure out just who they are....
https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/129870138/builder/home/basic
Selections so far!
We've got room for two more still and this doesn't mean that our other two submissions so far are out. I will say that someone may want to look at making a support character though.
With such a quick response by all of you, I'll likely only give this another day or so for submissions.
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Ability scores: 17 12 9 16 11 15
Ability scores: 15 11 13 6 8 4
Ability scores: 12 10 17 10 12 14
Let's see...
Kesh Sahrem
Metallic Dragonborn - Artificer/Alchemist
Failed Merchant w/ Chef Feat
Link to character sheet.
Below is a simple but reasonable backstory, plus a selfish reason for being here.
Kesh wasn't the best merchant. It's said that you have to spend money to make money. Kesh didn't really like that first part, so he was loathe to hear the second part. That was in his nature, though not always. As a hatchling, he was far more fascinated in chemistry, magic and mixtures alike. He was often found pretending that he'd unlocked the means to turn lead to gold and cure any malady. His father -- a hard, expectant man -- saw it as folly, a wasteful dream by a foolish child. He was keen on his boy becoming something respectable, such as a tradesman or a caravaneer. So, he encouraged his boy's love of alchemy rather than debase it. He fostered Kesh's love for it, spending obscene amounts of gold for expensive materials and year-round tutors to give him the necessary knowledge to pursue his dreams. Now don't get it twisted; Kesh's father still saw it as pure tripe. But he knew better ways of encouraging alternatives than simple forbiddance. Which is why, four years after the process had begun, his father cut Kesh off. No money, no connections, no materials.
The boy was no fool -- he saw what his father had done. He was committed to his talent, an expensive talent to have. The funding for such a pursuit would not come from thin air. It was, to that end, he saw reason in his father's actions, and began his long journey in learning mercantile law. And though he'd become quite cutthroat as time went on, he never quite forgot his first love. He was eighteen when his father finally croaked, and nineteen when he allowed his trade empire to crumble. Now he seeks what he sought the first time -- to achieve his dreams and pursue his love. That said, his love had also extended coin, making his new life one fraught in financial difficulty. So, upon hear word of a heady reward for blah blah overthrowing blah blah corrupt blah blah blah reached his ear, he jumped at the opportunity to get his gold.
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I'll pitch in and see where this goes:
|| Oriace - Halfling Bard - Dragon Heist || Valerian - Elf Rogue - Wildnis || Rowan - Halfling Giant - Runewarren || Khazela - Spiritfarer Dervish - Yawning Portal || Arista - Frost Sorcerer - Old Keep || Marasatra - Blood Mage - Avernus || Lan Shi - Liquid Swords || Syed - Drakkenheim || Kaelthor - Dragonlance ||
As Shaephina Bloodmoon, Half-Drow Cleric of Kiaransalee (Blood Domain) and Student of Blood Magic (Wizard), sat in the dimly lit tavern in Jaekin, her keen ears caught the hushed whispers of the locals. They spoke of “The Murder Court,” a mysterious group that ruled the town from the peaks of Cragsmoot Mountains, and the new mayor’s desperate plans to challenge them. The fear in their voices was palpable, mingling with the oppressive atmosphere of the dark forest outside. Shaephina had been on a pilgrimage, seeking deeper understanding and power to protect the vulnerable. The mention of injustice and tyranny stirred something within her. She approached the barkeep, a grizzled man who confirmed the mayor’s intentions, warning her of the danger that lurked in the mountains. Determined, she left the tavern and made her way to the town hall. The darkness of Ravenswood held no fear for her; it was a familiar ally. She would meet the mayor, learn more about The Murder Court, and decide how best to restore the balance they had disturbed. Shaephina knew her path had brought her here for a reason, and she was ready to face whatever lay ahead.
Background:
Shaephina Bloodmoon was born in a remote village plagued by periodic invasions and internal strife. From a young age, she witnessed the suffering and death of her loved ones, driving her to seek power to protect those who couldn't defend themselves. Her innate talent for arcane magic (bonus feat: Eldritch Adept) led her to the study of blood magic, a forbidden but potent field. Later, she felt a divine calling from Kiaransalee, whose teachings on the cycles of life and death resonated with her experiences. Determined to master both the arcane and divine aspects of blood magic, Shaephina dedicated herself to Kiaransalee, blending her wizardly studies with clerical devotion. She sees herself as an agent of balance, using her powers to maintain the equilibrium between life and death, and to exact vengeance on those who upset this balance through wanton cruelty or oppression. Shaephina is driven by a desire to protect the weak and punish the wicked, restoring balance to a world she sees as deeply flawed.
|| Oriace - Halfling Bard - Dragon Heist || Valerian - Elf Rogue - Wildnis || Rowan - Halfling Giant - Runewarren || Khazela - Spiritfarer Dervish - Yawning Portal || Arista - Frost Sorcerer - Old Keep || Marasatra - Blood Mage - Avernus || Lan Shi - Liquid Swords || Syed - Drakkenheim || Kaelthor - Dragonlance ||
Added sheet
Ability scores: 16 17 11 8 10 7
Ability scores: 16 12 13 13 16 10
Ability scores: 12 13 10 12 12 13
name: Vincent Forbes (Vincent the Feral)
race: human
Class: barbarian path of the wild
background: mercenary/bounty hunter/assasin
bonus feat: weapon master
https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/129514187/QIIfV3
Vincent was abnormal from the beginning, as a child he would constantly start fights and bully the other kids. This led him to form the fight club, starting his very first form of battle. Him and the other kids would bet wagers and fight with sticks and stones, due to having innate and mysterious magic abilities, Vincent would always win. This led him to acquire the title Vincent the feral. Years later he’s known in the underworld as a reliable warrior, legally he’s known as a bounty hunter and mercenary, Vincent doesn’t do it for money, fame, or a particular goal. He wants to fight. Vincent’s mind has always been peculiar, all he truthfully wants is a good fight, using a charming and tame demeanour shouldn’t fool you into thinking he still has the smallest bit of sanity, and the reason for his behaviour, whether because of his constant fighting r side effect of his wild magic, is still unknown.
Adding a fourth to the list accepted so far:
4. Shaephina Bloodmoon - Half-Drow, Cleric/Wizard
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I'm bowing out enjoy the game yall
Alright, maybe next one. Thanks for applying
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