(Optional) Backstory: A former slave to the Drow in their fighting pits, Darkknife cut his way out and has been on the run since. An Arena looks like a good idea.
(Optional) Backstory: A former slave to the Drow in their fighting pits, Darkknife cut his way out and has been on the run since. An Arena looks like a good idea.
Backstory: Brakkina was born the eldest child of the Khishchnik family, a Dragonborn family that ruled over the land of Zemlya Drakona for thousands of years. As the heir to the family line, Brakkina’s freedoms were basically nonexistent and her day-to-day life was filled with endless lessons about how a noble should behave, how to manage territory, how to rule over her citizens, ect, and she HATED it. It was boring, it was stifling, and worst of all she was not allowed to do anything else, meaning her personal freedom was a big fat zero, and eventually she got sick of it, so she decided to do something about it. One day, she snuck out of the palace and went into the nearby coastal town for some down time. Luckily nobody realized who she was, because her father kept her locked in the palace by herself, and she was able to bond with the citizens (which ironically would have set her up to be a better ruler). Her father never found out. As she traveled down the mountain her parent’s manor was based on, she picked up tracking and hunting skills as she repeatedly made excursions down the wild-infested mountain. One day she decided to leave the island permanently, and travel the world. She used every favor she could to get the heck off of the island, and from there she never looked back.
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He/Him. I am the DM, you are the player. You make the mistakes and I decide the consequences. Now, with that being said - Are you SURE you want to cast Fireball?
Backstory: Brakkina was born the eldest child of the Khishchnik family, a Dragonborn family that ruled over the land of Zemlya Drakona for thousands of years. As the heir to the family line, Brakkina’s freedoms were basically nonexistent and her day-to-day life was filled with endless lessons about how a noble should behave, how to manage territory, how to rule over her citizens, ect, and she HATED it. It was boring, it was stifling, and worst of all she was not allowed to do anything else, meaning her personal freedom was a big fat zero, and eventually she got sick of it, so she decided to do something about it. One day, she snuck out of the palace and went into the nearby coastal town for some down time. Luckily nobody realized who she was, because her father kept her locked in the palace by herself, and she was able to bond with the citizens (which ironically would have set her up to be a better ruler). Her father never found out. As she traveled down the mountain her parent’s manor was based on, she picked up tracking and hunting skills as she repeatedly made excursions down the wild-infested mountain. One day she decided to leave the island permanently, and travel the world. She used every favor she could to get the heck off of the island, and from there she never looked back.
Brakkina entered, a longbow and quiver on her back. She sat down on a nearby bench and tried to mentally prepare herself for what she was about to do. Times were hard for the once-be-princess, to the point where she signed up for... this. She clicked her tongue in disgust at herself and ran a hand through the scales on her head. "...Is this the life I dreamed of...?" she murmured to herself quietly.
He/Him. I am the DM, you are the player. You make the mistakes and I decide the consequences. Now, with that being said - Are you SURE you want to cast Fireball?
Darkknife approaches the Dragonborn, bowing deeply. He is a slender Drow with a handheld crossbow attached to his hip "Hail, my name is Dúr Sigil, but you may call me Darkknife. Perhaps you are looking for a partner for the arena?"
ooc: We are only allowed one weapon to start correct?
Brakkina looked up at the approaching drow. "...Yeah, why not. A companion in this godforsaken place would do me some good." She stands up and offers a hand to Darkknife. "...Brakkina. No last name."
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He/Him. I am the DM, you are the player. You make the mistakes and I decide the consequences. Now, with that being said - Are you SURE you want to cast Fireball?
Brakkina nods darkly. "...So it seems. Can I count on you to watch my back?" She asks as she nocks an arrow and tests her bowstring.
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He/Him. I am the DM, you are the player. You make the mistakes and I decide the consequences. Now, with that being said - Are you SURE you want to cast Fireball?
(Optional) Backstory: Zerend (zed) grew up on the streets with no family and no recollection of his past other than a sword he somehow felt was his father’s. He lived in the streets for years, until he saw a banner for the Tyrant’s games. He thought nothing of it, but that night, he dreamed a of a dragon, a dragon that wanted revenge on the Tyrant that had supposedly slain him in the past. The dragon touched him, and his power awoke inside of him, grating him his sorcery. He enters the gladiator contest with high hopes of defeating the Tyrant in his meeting with him, should he survive his battles.
(ooc- i plan to start as a sorcerer and take levels in fighter as he survives and learns to fight in the arena)
(If you wish to participate in the upcoming match, please see to the Grue in the pits.)
(We shall do so, then)
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He/Him. I am the DM, you are the player. You make the mistakes and I decide the consequences. Now, with that being said - Are you SURE you want to cast Fireball?
Ooc- I only did sage background so I could get the bonuses I needed, I took no feat. (I unfortunately don’t own the digital phb so I can’t use anything but the free feats.)
Backstory: Grew up on a farm but tired of the life and when he was old enough He headed to the city. He found an apprenticeship under a wizard there and learned much. He also learned how strong the years of farming had made him. He is anxious to entertain the Tyrant
Backstory• Luce Bree’s family was killed when he was a child. There was a raid on their caravan as they traveled through dangerous lands. By the will of the weave Luce was found by some Dragonborn monks on a pilgrimage. They raised him from a young age, teaching him their ways both in kindness and in battle for the protection of good. They instilled a love for the world around him, and an understanding of the balance between life and death. Combined with his past, Luce learned there is no life without death…..
Valiair grasps Gaivax's hand. "To victory!"
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Accepted, Welcome to the pits Darkknife.
The grue nods and pass a set of manacles to Valiair and Gaivax. It then points points to its on wrist, making a motion of putting on the chains.
I put on the chains.
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As do I
He/Him. I am the DM, you are the player. You make the mistakes and I decide the consequences. Now, with that being said - Are you SURE you want to cast Fireball?
Accepted, welcome to the pits, Brakkina.
Brakkina entered, a longbow and quiver on her back. She sat down on a nearby bench and tried to mentally prepare herself for what she was about to do. Times were hard for the once-be-princess, to the point where she signed up for... this. She clicked her tongue in disgust at herself and ran a hand through the scales on her head. "...Is this the life I dreamed of...?" she murmured to herself quietly.
He/Him. I am the DM, you are the player. You make the mistakes and I decide the consequences. Now, with that being said - Are you SURE you want to cast Fireball?
Darkknife approaches the Dragonborn, bowing deeply. He is a slender Drow with a handheld crossbow attached to his hip "Hail, my name is Dúr Sigil, but you may call me Darkknife. Perhaps you are looking for a partner for the arena?"
ooc: We are only allowed one weapon to start correct?
Brakkina looked up at the approaching drow. "...Yeah, why not. A companion in this godforsaken place would do me some good." She stands up and offers a hand to Darkknife. "...Brakkina. No last name."
He/Him. I am the DM, you are the player. You make the mistakes and I decide the consequences. Now, with that being said - Are you SURE you want to cast Fireball?
Darkknife shakes the dragonborn's hand. "It seems we may be up soon."
Brakkina nods darkly. "...So it seems. Can I count on you to watch my back?" She asks as she nocks an arrow and tests her bowstring.
He/Him. I am the DM, you are the player. You make the mistakes and I decide the consequences. Now, with that being said - Are you SURE you want to cast Fireball?
(If you wish to participate in the upcoming match, please see to the Grue in the pits.)
(We shall do so, then)
He/Him. I am the DM, you are the player. You make the mistakes and I decide the consequences. Now, with that being said - Are you SURE you want to cast Fireball?
https://www.dndbeyond.com/sheet-pdfs/zedkabgi_144476728.pdf
Ooc- I only did sage background so I could get the bonuses I needed, I took no feat. (I unfortunately don’t own the digital phb so I can’t use anything but the free feats.)
https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/144450865
Name: Delnar
Race: Human
Class: Fighter
Background: Farmer
Backstory: Grew up on a farm but tired of the life and when he was old enough He headed to the city. He found an apprenticeship under a wizard there and learned much. He also learned how strong the years of farming had made him. He is anxious to entertain the Tyrant
Name• Luce Bree (Pronounced “Loose”)
Race• Wood Elf
Class• Monk
Background• Sage
Backstory• Luce Bree’s family was killed when he was a child. There was a raid on their caravan as they traveled through dangerous lands. By the will of the weave Luce was found by some Dragonborn monks on a pilgrimage. They raised him from a young age, teaching him their ways both in kindness and in battle for the protection of good. They instilled a love for the world around him, and an understanding of the balance between life and death. Combined with his past, Luce learned there is no life without death…..
https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/143758801