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Character name: Elon Andael • Race: High elf • Class: monk • Appearance: tall, thin, and dark hair with small tan • Personality: he’s the wise old man that always surprises everyone with his fighting • Backstory (Including how your character came to work for the LTA):
The monks never spoke about his parents and Elom has very little memory of them since he had been at the monistary for most of his life. All he knew was that both of his parents were elf. Elom trained hard with the monks. Very dedicated to there god Torm and his studies of Way of the Open Hand. He showed skill and dexterity beyond most. Elom quickly became a favorite of Master Chan. In his early teen years he was sparring with Master Chan when he was knocked to the ground and his short sword landed a few feet from him. Just as Master was about to declare himself victor, Elom reached for his sword and it mysteriously leaped into his hand. Everyone was stunned. No one knew what to think. That’s when Master Chan told Elom about his parents. “Your parents” he told him, “were high elves from the fey. They found themselves on the wrong side of a political upheaval so they left the fey. To keep you safe” he continues “ they brought you here. But this is all we know.” Elom continued his studies and developing his innate telekinesis abilities till he reaches his 20’s when he decided he had to find out what happened to his parents. So Elom left the monistary and is now traveling the world in search of his parents. He was a little low on funds and he heard rumors of the Laborn Trading Association hiring so he decided to give it a try. What’s the worst that could happen. • Character sheet:https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/Goingcrazy614/characters/882521 • Ability scores: Ability scores: 141718151014
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Elon Andrael- High Elf sorcerer- Waterdeep Dragon Heist
Tomac- goliath barbarian- Yet Another Storm Kings Thunder
Character name: Sybil Race: Aasimar NOTE: Currently a variant aasimar, but if you would prefer I switch to the VGtM one, I will. She would be a protector aasimar. Class: Warlock (Celestial) 6 Appearance: Piercing green eyes and blond hair, shimmering golden tattoos along her arms and most of her back. Personality: Sybil is enthusiastic about everything. She's delighted to meet new people, and quick to make casual friends, but makes sure not to let it progress past that. To Sybil, moving on is a way of life, and she just doesn't see a point in making deep connections that she assumes will get cut. Despite this, she is very likable, and tends to like other people. Above all, Sybil is fiercely protective of the very few things she sees a pillars in her life, including her familiar, the little grey pseudodragon Rio. Backstory (Including how your character came to work for the LTA): Sybil grew up alone. Oh sure, there were plenty of people around her, but she seemed to pass between them as quickly as the breeze. She never stayed with one family for longer than a month or two, even as a baby. They'd always pass her on to some other neighbor. Even the name Sybil probably isn't her real one, given to her by one of the hundreds of people who took care of her.As she grew older she continued this pattern, keeping moving, never staying in one place too long. She didn't have a problem with people-it was just who she was. And then, when she was fifteen, the first tattoo appeared. It was golden and glowed, and she didn't know what to do. With it came being able to see in the dark, and make things glow. Then there was another tattoo, and with it came magic. More power came with more tattoos, and finally came Rio, the little grey pseudodragon. He provided no answers, but makes a good companion, and rapidly became a pillar of her changeable life. As she grew in power, the tattoos across her skin grew, until they covered her back and arms. Sybil doesn't know what they are, but she wants to find out, and until then she and Rio will keep going. Sybil joined the LTA because it seemed like a good way to keep moving while still paying living expenses. Besides, it wasn't like they'd give her one group of guards to work with forever...right? Character sheet: https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/booksbooks3/characters/7912152 Ability scores: Str 8, Dex 13, Con 12, Int 16, Wix 9, Cha 18
Our story opens on the small, provincial town of Tulgben, located just a scant few miles from the boundaries of the city of Tulvenhess, both of which fall under the dominion of the Kingdom of Sanvestria. The village is built in a clear-cut section of the open, muddy plain in the middle of what a particularly generous bard might call a forest: a collection of sagging trees and a light dotting of vaguely-clustered groves growing scatteredly out of the wet, grey dirt. The village itself is small–housing barely a hundred souls–and consists of small, lumpy buildings randomly placed around the wide clearing. Tulgben's sole reason for existence is as a stopping point for travelers on their way to or from Tulvenhess, a role it fulfills drearily and without vigor.
When you accepted the job offer as hired protection for the Laborn Trading Association, you were told to meet the company's agent in Tulgben. Upon arriving, you spoke briefly with Mortise Filgretti, the halfling merchant, and were given instructions to meet her at first light outside of the village's inn, packed and ready to go.
Looking up at the sky, you have about an hour before dawn. The question is, what will you do with your remaining time? Tulgben has a popular tavern, as well as a rickety old general store where you might be able procure some last-minute supplies for your journey. You can show up early and wait around for your client and companions, or perhaps look for some other establishment in the town.
Requital will go out and look over Black Rose, her summoned warhorse.
Grid morning girl. I hope the stables were more comfortable than the rooms. We'll get out of here soon. Hopefully for somewhere a little more interesting.
I then head back inside and have breakfast. Then grab all of my gear. Saddle up Black Rose, putting my travel gear in the saddle bags. Slinging her long sword across her back and holding my large black haftted glaive in her stirrup. I make my way to the rendezvous.
Rav heads to the stables, or what passes for it, to groom and saddle Moonstone, her Warhorse. She nods at the other person there before loading her supplies and leading the horse over to the inn. She then undoes the bridle to allow the horse to graze and have a drink while she waits for the rest of the party and their employer.
Seeing the woman she had seen earlier in the stables I swing out of my saddle. And walk toward her as she lets her horse go. Rav notes that I seem to have been riding with out a bridle. As I approach I switch my glaive to my left hand and offer out my right in greetings.
Hello, you have a beautiful horse there.
Motioning at the large black warhorse I just dismounted, who is wondering toward Moonstone. Mine is Black Rose. I take it you are here for the protection job as well?
Outside the inn is waiting a tall Wood elf dressed in simple but sturdy clothes who has been there since early morning. Illanjura stands still looking up at the sky studying the weather and taking note of any weather patterns that look like they might affect travel this day. As others begin to gather outside the inn she says nothing to them, even if she suspects that they are part of the same group as herself, simply keeping to herself and awaiting the arrival of her employer.
"Thank you. His name is Moonstone and yes I am here for the protection job. Just got paid off from the Royal Army now that the king is no longer fighting so I needed to earn money. How about You?" She asked, curious about her fellow guards.
Overhearing the conversation mention of the Royal Army gets Illanjura to look down from her study of the weather for a moment to look at the woman who just spoke. She studies her for a few moments and as she considers the former soldier she thinks to herself: A soldier. At least there will be some professionals on this job. She then turns her gaze back to the skies once more.
I answer in a stern voice, with what sounds like a memorized answer. I am a paladin of The Eternal Order. I have sworn an Oath of Vengeance in Kelemvor's name to hunt down and eliminate all undead threats that walk this land.
Suddenly my manor shifts to easy going and relaxed. Which is freaking expensive sometimes. Not to mention lonely. Unfortunate that not every town has a face as pretty as yours in it.
As the conversation continued Illanjura once again finds her attention drawn back down to the ground as mention of pretty faces catches her ears. As she looks at the Tiefling paladin she lets out a loud sigh while rolling her eyes before once more returning her attention to the weather.
"That's good. I've served with Paladin's before, they are always good in a fight."
She then chuckled as the Paladin relaxed. "I understand that, war is expensive business. You've got to pay the army, feed and equip it. While I was paid well compared to the rank and file, it was peanuts compared to what the colonels and generals were getting." She then blushed as she was called pretty, there had been no place in her life for that and it came as a welcome if somewhat uncomfortable change.
After over hearing the loud sigh I turn and look over the Elf. I cast Thaumaturgy amplifying my voice as I say. Don't worry stranger your face is pretty too!
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Character name: Elon Andael
• Race: High elf
• Class: monk
• Appearance: tall, thin, and dark hair with small tan
• Personality: he’s the wise old man that always surprises everyone with his fighting
• Backstory (Including how your character came to work for the LTA):
The monks never spoke about his parents and Elom has very little memory of them since he had been at the monistary for most of his life. All he knew was that both of his parents were elf. Elom trained hard with the monks. Very dedicated to there god Torm and his studies of Way of the Open Hand. He showed skill and dexterity beyond most. Elom quickly became a favorite of Master Chan. In his early teen years he was sparring with Master Chan when he was knocked to the ground and his short sword landed a few feet from him. Just as Master was about to declare himself victor, Elom reached for his sword and it mysteriously leaped into his hand. Everyone was stunned. No one knew what to think. That’s when Master Chan told Elom about his parents. “Your parents” he told him, “were high elves from the fey. They found themselves on the wrong side of a political upheaval so they left the fey. To keep you safe” he continues “ they brought you here. But this is all we know.” Elom continued his studies and developing his innate telekinesis abilities till he reaches his 20’s when he decided he had to find out what happened to his parents. So Elom left the monistary and is now traveling the world in search of his parents. He was a little low on funds and he heard rumors of the Laborn Trading Association hiring so he decided to give it a try. What’s the worst that could happen.
• Character sheet:https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/Goingcrazy614/characters/882521
• Ability scores: Ability scores: 14 17 18 15 10 14
Elon Andrael- High Elf sorcerer- Waterdeep Dragon Heist
Tomac- goliath barbarian- Yet Another Storm Kings Thunder
Character name: Sybil
Race: Aasimar NOTE: Currently a variant aasimar, but if you would prefer I switch to the VGtM one, I will. She would be a protector aasimar.
Class: Warlock (Celestial) 6
Appearance: Piercing green eyes and blond hair, shimmering golden tattoos along her arms and most of her back.
Personality: Sybil is enthusiastic about everything. She's delighted to meet new people, and quick to make casual friends, but makes sure not to let it progress past that. To Sybil, moving on is a way of life, and she just doesn't see a point in making deep connections that she assumes will get cut. Despite this, she is very likable, and tends to like other people. Above all, Sybil is fiercely protective of the very few things she sees a pillars in her life, including her familiar, the little grey pseudodragon Rio.
Backstory (Including how your character came to work for the LTA): Sybil grew up alone. Oh sure, there were plenty of people around her, but she seemed to pass between them as quickly as the breeze. She never stayed with one family for longer than a month or two, even as a baby. They'd always pass her on to some other neighbor. Even the name Sybil probably isn't her real one, given to her by one of the hundreds of people who took care of her.As she grew older she continued this pattern, keeping moving, never staying in one place too long. She didn't have a problem with people-it was just who she was. And then, when she was fifteen, the first tattoo appeared. It was golden and glowed, and she didn't know what to do. With it came being able to see in the dark, and make things glow. Then there was another tattoo, and with it came magic. More power came with more tattoos, and finally came Rio, the little grey pseudodragon. He provided no answers, but makes a good companion, and rapidly became a pillar of her changeable life. As she grew in power, the tattoos across her skin grew, until they covered her back and arms. Sybil doesn't know what they are, but she wants to find out, and until then she and Rio will keep going. Sybil joined the LTA because it seemed like a good way to keep moving while still paying living expenses. Besides, it wasn't like they'd give her one group of guards to work with forever...right?
Character sheet: https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/booksbooks3/characters/7912152
Ability scores: Str 8, Dex 13, Con 12, Int 16, Wix 9, Cha 18
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Sorry i had needed that slot back but I have fixed it to put the character back. So the link to the sheet should be working again.
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Thank you! Always exciting to start a new adventure.
Our story opens on the small, provincial town of Tulgben, located just a scant few miles from the boundaries of the city of Tulvenhess, both of which fall under the dominion of the Kingdom of Sanvestria. The village is built in a clear-cut section of the open, muddy plain in the middle of what a particularly generous bard might call a forest: a collection of sagging trees and a light dotting of vaguely-clustered groves growing scatteredly out of the wet, grey dirt. The village itself is small–housing barely a hundred souls–and consists of small, lumpy buildings randomly placed around the wide clearing. Tulgben's sole reason for existence is as a stopping point for travelers on their way to or from Tulvenhess, a role it fulfills drearily and without vigor.
When you accepted the job offer as hired protection for the Laborn Trading Association, you were told to meet the company's agent in Tulgben. Upon arriving, you spoke briefly with Mortise Filgretti, the halfling merchant, and were given instructions to meet her at first light outside of the village's inn, packed and ready to go.
Looking up at the sky, you have about an hour before dawn. The question is, what will you do with your remaining time? Tulgben has a popular tavern, as well as a rickety old general store where you might be able procure some last-minute supplies for your journey. You can show up early and wait around for your client and companions, or perhaps look for some other establishment in the town.
Requital will go out and look over Black Rose, her summoned warhorse.
Grid morning girl. I hope the stables were more comfortable than the rooms. We'll get out of here soon. Hopefully for somewhere a little more interesting.
I then head back inside and have breakfast. Then grab all of my gear. Saddle up Black Rose, putting my travel gear in the saddle bags. Slinging her long sword across her back and holding my large black haftted glaive in her stirrup. I make my way to the rendezvous.
Rav heads to the stables, or what passes for it, to groom and saddle Moonstone, her Warhorse. She nods at the other person there before loading her supplies and leading the horse over to the inn. She then undoes the bridle to allow the horse to graze and have a drink while she waits for the rest of the party and their employer.
Seeing the woman she had seen earlier in the stables I swing out of my saddle. And walk toward her as she lets her horse go. Rav notes that I seem to have been riding with out a bridle. As I approach I switch my glaive to my left hand and offer out my right in greetings.
Hello, you have a beautiful horse there.
Motioning at the large black warhorse I just dismounted, who is wondering toward Moonstone. Mine is Black Rose. I take it you are here for the protection job as well?
Outside the inn is waiting a tall Wood elf dressed in simple but sturdy clothes who has been there since early morning. Illanjura stands still looking up at the sky studying the weather and taking note of any weather patterns that look like they might affect travel this day. As others begin to gather outside the inn she says nothing to them, even if she suspects that they are part of the same group as herself, simply keeping to herself and awaiting the arrival of her employer.
As the other woman spoke to her Rav nodded.
"Thank you. His name is Moonstone and yes I am here for the protection job. Just got paid off from the Royal Army now that the king is no longer fighting so I needed to earn money. How about You?" She asked, curious about her fellow guards.
Overhearing the conversation mention of the Royal Army gets Illanjura to look down from her study of the weather for a moment to look at the woman who just spoke. She studies her for a few moments and as she considers the former soldier she thinks to herself: A soldier. At least there will be some professionals on this job. She then turns her gaze back to the skies once more.
I answer in a stern voice, with what sounds like a memorized answer. I am a paladin of The Eternal Order. I have sworn an Oath of Vengeance in Kelemvor's name to hunt down and eliminate all undead threats that walk this land.
Suddenly my manor shifts to easy going and relaxed. Which is freaking expensive sometimes. Not to mention lonely. Unfortunate that not every town has a face as pretty as yours in it.
As the conversation continued Illanjura once again finds her attention drawn back down to the ground as mention of pretty faces catches her ears. As she looks at the Tiefling paladin she lets out a loud sigh while rolling her eyes before once more returning her attention to the weather.
Rav nods as the Paladin replied.
"That's good. I've served with Paladin's before, they are always good in a fight."
She then chuckled as the Paladin relaxed. "I understand that, war is expensive business. You've got to pay the army, feed and equip it. While I was paid well compared to the rank and file, it was peanuts compared to what the colonels and generals were getting." She then blushed as she was called pretty, there had been no place in her life for that and it came as a welcome if somewhat uncomfortable change.
Do I notice Illanjura listening in.
Perception Check : 7
(OOC: If it helps she was making no secret of that loud sigh she let out! It was intended that you heard that!)
(Guess not.)
So not 'rank and file' but not yet 'brass'? Were you a Lieutenant, at such a young age?
(In that case)
After over hearing the loud sigh I turn and look over the Elf. I cast Thaumaturgy amplifying my voice as I say. Don't worry stranger your face is pretty too!