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Ability scores: 13149141010
Keo Coppermane
Halfling cleric who idolizes paladins, but as a Halfling, is too small and weak to handle the physical training. He joins the church to be the support for his heroes.
Halfling cleric who idolizes paladins, but as a Halfling, is too small and weak to handle the physical training. He joins the church to be the support for his heroes.
(Well, I don't know anything about this setting, but it seems interesting!)
Name: Vydar (he/him)
Race: Dark elf
Class: Warlock (Hexblade)
Backstory: (This was a character I'd made for a different game. I've modified his class, and attempted to tailor his backstory more to this setting. I'm super open to altering it farther for a better fit if needed, and would love to expand on it as well.)
Upon Vydar's birth, the clan of dark elf's discovered a secret his family had kept for over two generations. They were mixed blood, and they newborn elves abnormal eyecolor was what gave it away. Upon this discovery, the enraged clan rounded up all his relatives to use as sacrifices in the upcoming unholy rite. However as fate would have it, a small group of half-elf mercenaries, previously captured on a slaving raid were to be sacrificed that same day. Fortunately for all, these adventurers refused to go down without a fight. It seemed the party's rouge had escaped capture, and returned to free her companions. She'd even managed to steal back their weapons. What transpired happened in a blur. She freed her companions, and returned their weapons allowing them to fight for escape. In the midst of the fray, she noticed the child. Despite the risks of taking him, she couldn't bring herself to leave the child and stole him off the alter on which he was destined to die on. Within what seemed like mere seconds, the party fought back their captors. Many were lost in the attempt, but Nera, the half-elf rogue, and two of her companions miraculously managed to escape. With luck, they found their way back to the surface.
Now possessing a child, and grieving the loss of her comrades, Nera gave up adventuring for a quiet life. However, she didn't entirely give up her trade. As the young elf grew, she trained him in stealth and cunning. She was also the one who gave him his name, as he likely never received one from his true family. Despite the love she showed him, Vydar no one else seemed to accept the young drow. In fact, the half-elf often had insults and blows alike thrown her way by many townsfolk who saw him in her care. Though it never seemed to bother her, it caused Vydar to become bitter. Bitter towards both those who hated him for what he was, and his own kind.
Because of the constant hostility towards Nera and Vydar, the two traveled often in order to avoid conflict. They lived on the streets half the time, though Nera clearly didn't mind. It seemed she was used to that kind of life. However, there constant teetering on the edge of poverty only caused Vydar's bitterness to grow. On top of this, Nera had seemed to constantly get in fights over trivial things. For instance, any time she saw thugs picking on helpless individuals, she just had to get involved despite Vydar's groans. As the years went on, he felt something nagging at the back of his mind. Something saying he was capable of more than just petty thieving. However, he always pushed whatever that thing was away.
Vydar stayed in Nera's care until he was the age of 16. It had been a day like any other. They came across some thugs trying to take advantage of a young girl. As usual, Nera couldn't let this slide. However, this time, it got out of hand. A half-elf who harbors a dark elf? Seeing this the brutes decided she was a better target anyways. Nera told him to run, but he couldn't do it. She never ran, nor turned a blind eye to anyone in need. So why should he leave her to their mercy? Maybe if he had listened, they wouldn't have killed her.
Beaten and severely bloodied, the thugs left the two in the street. Perhaps they would have finished the job if they hadn't figured Vydar was on death's door. Once they were gone, the young drow crawled over to his adoptive mother. Seeing him do so, she smiled before taking her final breath. It was at that moment, that he accepted the thing hovering outside his mind. The thing that offered him access to magics he never though he could use....
Despite all odds, Vydar managed to nurse himself back to health. With the skills Nera taught him, he made due on the streets just fine. Despite his better judgement, he even took on his mentor's habit of breaking up streetfights, and such. Not because he cares, just because he can't stand bullies....at least that's what he tells himself.
Now at the age of 23, the young elf seeks to escape the street life and become something more.
Character Sheet: As the older brother Lev was always responsible for watching out for his younger brother Knox, especially after their parents were killed in battle. He's made his living as a sword for hire, doing his best to provide for himself and Knox. Eventually, Knox got himself involved in a not-so-great gang which in turn lead him down a dark path. Lev, seeking to watch out for his brother, unintentionally followed him. At first he didn't catch on to everything that the gang was doing, but eventually he went in too deep and found himself with blood on his hands. He was unsuccessful in convincing Knox to leave the organization, and his efforts only rewarded him with a target on his head placed by the gang itself. After all, once you are a part of the gang, there is no leaving. As things continued, he kept pushing for Knox to leave, and eventually decided to trick him into coming with him. They would get out of town, go far away, whatever it took to get away from the gang leaders. He escaped, but Knox did not. He still doesn't know what happened to his brother, at the worst he's dead at the best he's back where he started.
Lev has seen a lot of bloodshed, more than he should have at in his younger years. This has greatly affected his outlook and personality. To most he comes off as rude, perhaps a little closed off too. However, he tends to play caretaker for the group, being the one who always watches out for everyone even when they rub him the wrong way. He is dependable, if not super sociable.
(I may add more to this, but this is all I have time to write for now!)
Name: Iólinder Corrach (he/him) Race: Half-Elf (elf mother, human father) Class: Cleric, War domain Background: Hermit (Discovery feature subject to DM input) Backstory:
Open warfare is anathema to wood elves. Why go on the offensive when the safety of the woods facilitates ambush tactics from hidden archers? Thus the ideology of war has stagnated among the wood elves who are content to stay in their woodland realms, only needing to defend when the occasion arises. This is complete bollocks according to Iólinder. Such a passive approach all but guarantees that one day an insurmountable force will rise up against which the wood elves will be unable to defend. He would know: it has already happened.
Orcs raided the forest where Iólinder's mother lived. At first they only cut down swaths of trees but soon they invaded the forest with axe and flame, denying the elves their natural defenses. Were it not for the timely interference of a party of humans on a diplomatic mission the entire forest and those within it could have been burned to cinders. Afterwards one thing led to another and Iólinder was born: a delicate reminder of the union and the strength of bonds between elves and humans.
Despite his mother's best intentions Iólinder took more after his father: a celebrated cleric of Libra, the goddess of Justice. Wanting to follow in his footsteps Iólinder took the necessary steps to priesthood. Yet the more he read and studied, the more he felt himself pulled more towards the doctrine of Telak, the god of Courage and warriors.
"If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles" is one of the axioms Telak teaches. To that end Iólinder has been studying the art of warfare as practised by the denizens of the Pit, in particular the Demon Princes and the account of the first war. Exiled from the green forests for indulging in fiendish scrolls and treatises, Iólinder now finds himself away from the woods he once called home. He continues to study war in an effort to earn his way back, unaware that such thoughts invite the attention of Fourga, god of Pride.
Iólinder's faith is of an ironic nature. He does not particularly like fighting, at least not in person, and views proper planning and logistics as more valuable than raw individual strength. Paradoxically he studies war in an effort to eliminate war all together. To this end he searches for the Arm of Telak and the Spear of Doom: two god-forged weapons residing within Titan. The former was used during the siege of Vymorna to repel the forces of Evil and Chaos, the latter was used to defeat Voivod, the champion of Death. Iólinder believes that wielding the two together might prove key to eradicating evil and chaos and usher in an everlasting age of peace: one in which there will be no need for priests of war.
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Here we Go!
Scores: Ability scores: 111515121314
Character Name and Pronouns: One, Rawesh Merrle at your service!
Character Races: Orc Orphan who was fortunate enough to be raised by a Pair of Gnomes.
Character Class: Paladin, For The Light, For What Right, And Never Back Down from a Fight!
Character Backstory: Well, what do you get from this event? Several years back here we are presented with a rather sad scene, running...Panting...Hunting...casual things for Orc and their children to do right? Well, what does one do in this scenario; Two parents who had done something to anger their leader, what that was? Unknown. Their punishment however was exile, though unknown to them was that even though they had been exiled their leader felt more cruel than usual. Thus what had they done? They had them hunted...The two parents had been running through Hell and back, though once they could no longer run they crawled. No more crawling they wiggled forward, but they did not stop moving. Though once they had died they had left their child alone...scared...crying, thanks to the humble kindness of a Pair of Gnomes this child was taken in. Instead of being raised how traditional orc had been, this child was brought through kindness, humility, and a rather joking personality. Though something that truly set it apart was its thirst for light and glory, on its day of Age it was introduced to a rather unique situation. This little- or well not so little anymore, or had not known it had been an Orc. Thus on its day of Age, its family had presented it with the fact it had been an Orc, and had one more surprise for the Orc; A Symbol and a Spear. They were telling the Orc to go forward and cherish its light and its thirst for Glory and Adventure.
(Any things wrong or doesn't fit in with the Lore of the world or story please tell me.)
Thank you all for your interest and especially wonderful backstories. I think I have a starting group, but hang in there, I may add you as things get rolling.
For now, I'm closing the thread, and if we don't meet here, I hope to meet you in a future campaign.
Shimshon123
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fantastic, maybe we can put some of the band back together, with some new additions.
I did in post #4. Looking forward to being a player for a bit
Ability scores: 13 14 9 14 10 10
Keo Coppermane
Halfling cleric who idolizes paladins, but as a Halfling, is too small and weak to handle the physical training. He joins the church to be the support for his heroes.
Keo, Human Cleric - Divine Right to Rule
Kayne - Bugbear Rogue - Deicide
Thanks for post 4 Dwar_farquar!
https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/130011114
Keo, Human Cleric - Divine Right to Rule
Kayne - Bugbear Rogue - Deicide
Hey KeoKthulu, I can't view your character sheet. Maybe make public, or send the Pdf link. Thanks
Ability scores: 13 11 12 12 13 15
Ability scores: Ability scores: 11 12 11 11 14 18
(Well, I don't know anything about this setting, but it seems interesting!)
Name: Vydar (he/him)
Race: Dark elf
Class: Warlock (Hexblade)
Backstory: (This was a character I'd made for a different game. I've modified his class, and attempted to tailor his backstory more to this setting. I'm super open to altering it farther for a better fit if needed, and would love to expand on it as well.)
Upon Vydar's birth, the clan of dark elf's discovered a secret his family had kept for over two generations. They were mixed blood, and they newborn elves abnormal eyecolor was what gave it away. Upon this discovery, the enraged clan rounded up all his relatives to use as sacrifices in the upcoming unholy rite. However as fate would have it, a small group of half-elf mercenaries, previously captured on a slaving raid were to be sacrificed that same day. Fortunately for all, these adventurers refused to go down without a fight. It seemed the party's rouge had escaped capture, and returned to free her companions. She'd even managed to steal back their weapons. What transpired happened in a blur. She freed her companions, and returned their weapons allowing them to fight for escape. In the midst of the fray, she noticed the child. Despite the risks of taking him, she couldn't bring herself to leave the child and stole him off the alter on which he was destined to die on. Within what seemed like mere seconds, the party fought back their captors. Many were lost in the attempt, but Nera, the half-elf rogue, and two of her companions miraculously managed to escape. With luck, they found their way back to the surface.
Now possessing a child, and grieving the loss of her comrades, Nera gave up adventuring for a quiet life. However, she didn't entirely give up her trade. As the young elf grew, she trained him in stealth and cunning. She was also the one who gave him his name, as he likely never received one from his true family. Despite the love she showed him, Vydar no one else seemed to accept the young drow. In fact, the half-elf often had insults and blows alike thrown her way by many townsfolk who saw him in her care. Though it never seemed to bother her, it caused Vydar to become bitter. Bitter towards both those who hated him for what he was, and his own kind.
Because of the constant hostility towards Nera and Vydar, the two traveled often in order to avoid conflict. They lived on the streets half the time, though Nera clearly didn't mind. It seemed she was used to that kind of life. However, there constant teetering on the edge of poverty only caused Vydar's bitterness to grow. On top of this, Nera had seemed to constantly get in fights over trivial things. For instance, any time she saw thugs picking on helpless individuals, she just had to get involved despite Vydar's groans. As the years went on, he felt something nagging at the back of his mind. Something saying he was capable of more than just petty thieving. However, he always pushed whatever that thing was away.
Vydar stayed in Nera's care until he was the age of 16. It had been a day like any other. They came across some thugs trying to take advantage of a young girl. As usual, Nera couldn't let this slide. However, this time, it got out of hand. A half-elf who harbors a dark elf? Seeing this the brutes decided she was a better target anyways. Nera told him to run, but he couldn't do it. She never ran, nor turned a blind eye to anyone in need. So why should he leave her to their mercy? Maybe if he had listened, they wouldn't have killed her.
Beaten and severely bloodied, the thugs left the two in the street. Perhaps they would have finished the job if they hadn't figured Vydar was on death's door. Once they were gone, the young drow crawled over to his adoptive mother. Seeing him do so, she smiled before taking her final breath. It was at that moment, that he accepted the thing hovering outside his mind. The thing that offered him access to magics he never though he could use....
Despite all odds, Vydar managed to nurse himself back to health. With the skills Nera taught him, he made due on the streets just fine. Despite his better judgement, he even took on his mentor's habit of breaking up streetfights, and such. Not because he cares, just because he can't stand bullies....at least that's what he tells himself.
Now at the age of 23, the young elf seeks to escape the street life and become something more.
Character sheet: https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/130016826/36iSQ3https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/130016826/36iSQ3
Name: Iólinder Corrach (he/him)
Race: Half-Elf (elf mother, human father)
Class: Cleric, War domain
Background: Hermit (Discovery feature subject to DM input)
Backstory:
Open warfare is anathema to wood elves. Why go on the offensive when the safety of the woods facilitates ambush tactics from hidden archers? Thus the ideology of war has stagnated among the wood elves who are content to stay in their woodland realms, only needing to defend when the occasion arises. This is complete bollocks according to Iólinder. Such a passive approach all but guarantees that one day an insurmountable force will rise up against which the wood elves will be unable to defend. He would know: it has already happened.
Orcs raided the forest where Iólinder's mother lived. At first they only cut down swaths of trees but soon they invaded the forest with axe and flame, denying the elves their natural defenses. Were it not for the timely interference of a party of humans on a diplomatic mission the entire forest and those within it could have been burned to cinders. Afterwards one thing led to another and Iólinder was born: a delicate reminder of the union and the strength of bonds between elves and humans.
Despite his mother's best intentions Iólinder took more after his father: a celebrated cleric of Libra, the goddess of Justice. Wanting to follow in his footsteps Iólinder took the necessary steps to priesthood. Yet the more he read and studied, the more he felt himself pulled more towards the doctrine of Telak, the god of Courage and warriors.
"If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles" is one of the axioms Telak teaches. To that end Iólinder has been studying the art of warfare as practised by the denizens of the Pit, in particular the Demon Princes and the account of the first war. Exiled from the green forests for indulging in fiendish scrolls and treatises, Iólinder now finds himself away from the woods he once called home. He continues to study war in an effort to earn his way back, unaware that such thoughts invite the attention of Fourga, god of Pride.
Iólinder's faith is of an ironic nature. He does not particularly like fighting, at least not in person, and views proper planning and logistics as more valuable than raw individual strength. Paradoxically he studies war in an effort to eliminate war all together. To this end he searches for the Arm of Telak and the Spear of Doom: two god-forged weapons residing within Titan. The former was used during the siege of Vymorna to repel the forces of Evil and Chaos, the latter was used to defeat Voivod, the champion of Death. Iólinder believes that wielding the two together might prove key to eradicating evil and chaos and usher in an everlasting age of peace: one in which there will be no need for priests of war.
Character sheet: https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/129989070/2N6E6A
If the tone does not fit, I can switch to a trickery cleric of shepherd druid.
William Brackwater: Human Fighter - The Windward Isles
Tyrgram, the Butterfly Knight: Dwarf Warlock - Secret of Greenwold
Iòlinder Corrach: Half Elf War Cleric - Allansia Adventure
Valerius Sergius Publius: Dhampir Paladin - Vae Victus
Here we Go!
Scores: Ability scores: 11 15 15 12 13 14
Character Name and Pronouns: One, Rawesh Merrle at your service!
Character Races: Orc Orphan who was fortunate enough to be raised by a Pair of Gnomes.
Character Class: Paladin, For The Light, For What Right, And Never Back Down from a Fight!
Character Backstory: Well, what do you get from this event?
Several years back here we are presented with a rather sad scene, running...Panting...Hunting...casual things for Orc and their children to do right? Well, what does one do in this scenario; Two parents who had done something to anger their leader, what that was? Unknown. Their punishment however was exile, though unknown to them was that even though they had been exiled their leader felt more cruel than usual. Thus what had they done? They had them hunted...The two parents had been running through Hell and back, though once they could no longer run they crawled. No more crawling they wiggled forward, but they did not stop moving. Though once they had died they had left their child alone...scared...crying, thanks to the humble kindness of a Pair of Gnomes this child was taken in. Instead of being raised how traditional orc had been, this child was brought through kindness, humility, and a rather joking personality. Though something that truly set it apart was its thirst for light and glory, on its day of Age it was introduced to a rather unique situation. This little- or well not so little anymore, or had not known it had been an Orc. Thus on its day of Age, its family had presented it with the fact it had been an Orc, and had one more surprise for the Orc; A Symbol and a Spear. They were telling the Orc to go forward and cherish its light and its thirst for Glory and Adventure.
(Any things wrong or doesn't fit in with the Lore of the world or story please tell me.)
Character Equipment: Basic starting equipment
https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/129157344/builder/home/basic
Back Once more. Stand Proud Brothers, Till the Sky May Fall and Until the Sun Darks out. Let us ring the Drums of Liberation!
O' Great One, I pledge my Blade to you.
Some great backstories. So creative! I'm starting to make a few decisions. Hang in.
Thank you all for your interest and especially wonderful backstories. I think I have a starting group, but hang in there, I may add you as things get rolling.
For now, I'm closing the thread, and if we don't meet here, I hope to meet you in a future campaign.
Shimshon123