Became a rogue because I was wronged by another thief
Fell in love with another orphan cared for by my thief master
Born at home to loving parents I grew as any daughter of Lolth should. My parents made decent money hunting and trading here in the underdark, but it only spread so far. Life in a family of five is much more about essentials than anything else. I'm glad I learned that early on. My younger sisters and I would often play together between the buildings of the run down neighborhood. Chasing bugs and rats, or hunting for strange new mushrooms. Occasionally the other children would join, but I didn't have many close friends. Life passed as it should for a few years, but nothing beautiful lasts long down here in the Underdark. When I was 6 I came home leading my sisters after a day of play and entered a scene that would plague my nightmares for years to come. A group of armed men had gathered at my house. Grim looks on their faces and hatred in their eyes. Dropping my sisters' hands I ran to the door of my home only to be met with a rough blow from a cold fist. I reeled, falling to the ground. As I recovered from the blow I tried to take in my surroundings. I could see my parents, but they looked so strange. Father was bruised and bloody. His hands bound and a thick collar around his neck attached to a chain. Mother seemed uninjured but her sobs wear so forlorn that I could feel my heart breaking with every one of her desperate gasps. I was still dizzy from the strike that had knocked me to the ground but I suddenly realized that in my panic I had left my sisters behind. Trying to stand I saw another horrifying scene. My beloved sisters were restrained in the arms of strangers. They struggled and squirmed but were no match for the strength of these men. A scream of rage escaped my lips as I clamoured to my feet and stumbled towards my sisters. 'Why? Why is this happening?' my shouts were met with a swift kick that knocked me flat once more. 'Calm yourself child. Your parents have earned their fate. Be still lest you and your siblings meet the same.' As I lay on the cold stone, wracked with pain and sorrow, I watched as the men dragged my parents to their feet and led them away. They looked back to me and mouthed something.... But I could not hear it. The swirling blackness in my head began to swallow my vision and I plummeted into unconsciousness, full of a fear that my family would never be whole again. I don't know if it was hours or days when I finally came too. The room was dark and bare of all comforts, safe a thin mat which I had been placed upon. After getting a bearing on my surroundings a sudden rustling of keys and looks eminated from the door. I was informed that I and my sisters had been taken to an asylum for the children of the criminally insane. My parents had been carted off as slaves and I was to live my life here till I came of age.... Or more likely died of the conditions. I was allowed to see my sisters once a week but other than that we were kept apart. Made to work and clean and cook and fulfill all the duties one would expect the guards and 'caretakers' to do. After a few years of pain and suffering, in one of the rare moments that I was allowed to see my sisters we decided that we must leave this place and find our parents. We stole a few items here and there throughout our daily duties and eventually had everything we needed to leave our prison. We lit a fire in the dormitories and escaped through a loose window grate out into the darkness surrounding the building. However, we were not as clever as we thought. Many of the staff rushed to the fire but one of the gate guards continued to man his post. He cornered us and I slashed at him with a knife. I screamed for my sisters to run as he stumbled back and I took off as well. Somehow tho it seems the wound I gave him was not so serious and as he reached for me, my long legs kept me just out of his grasp. I ran and ran eyes half open, trying to will away this nightmare until I could not run anymore. I dared not look back and I dared not scream lest others know where we were. To my horror when I finally collapsed I found that the footsteps I heard behind me were not that of my sisters. They had only been the echo of my own against the stone walls. I lay there tucked in a small cave for what felt like 2 full days. Wracked with guilt and sorrow. Finally my sorrow turned to anger and a new fire was lit within me. I must survive. I must find my way back and free them. I must find my parents. I must make my family whole and assure that none would ever feel this way again. Weakly I began to plod in no particular direction at all. I had a bit of food from the asylum and knew a few of the edible mushrooms from when I would play as a kid and help mom and dad ply their trade. A week went by and I was growing weaker. The food had run out. I had eaten a mad mushroom by mistake. I was rail this and quickly fading but still I pushed on. I finally collapsed. When I looked up I could see lights in the distance. High stone walls seemed to rise from the ground like looming giants and I knew I had finally found my chance. Crawling and scraping I made my way forward but again my frail form failed me. Laying here to close to my salvation I pleaded in my head that something or someone would find me. I cannot die here alone. As I faded for what I believed to be the last time I saw the face of my father come into view. His strong arms lifted me in his back and he whispered, 'come little one. Your journey is complete.' The man was not my father But he treated me like a daughter all the same. He saved my life and taught me the way he had learned to survive in this city and some of the others. He taught me to steal. Taught me to sneak. He taught me to lie and how to kill if necessary. He taught me all the secret paths and signs. I soaked it all in but could not see what future gains it could bring until I ran afoul of another man such as my new father. I had swiped some gold from a local shop and escaped undetected... so I thought. some one had seen and followed. It was not the shop keep, it was another thief. But swiping my gold was not his only objective. He beat me down in an alley and made clear the point that this was his turf. I dragged myself back home and dedicated myself to the art of my thievery. And when our paths crossed again I left him broken and bloody and barely alive. I would not let any one cross me again. In the way we often encountered other children like myself. Lost and hungry and dying but unwilling to give up their grasp on this world. We took them in and taught them as well and after years of living and thieving together, I finally had a family again. But not the one I had been looking for. I searched and searched for any information and never found a trace. As I grew older and became a young woman I took an intrest in one of my brothers. A strong silent man who also had his home ripped away from him. We would sneak out of the city and recount our losses to each other. We would train together. We would search for hope together. And this cooperate effort finally blossomed into a loving relationship that gave us each a piece of what we had been missing. After a particularly dangerous and difficult operation in the heart of the city, I finally got a clue that I felt was worth looking into. The name of a drow slave camp that help prisoners taken away for stealing or selling false goods. My parents had been merchants of a sort and this was the first time I had even come across the name of a slave camp. Even if they weren't there, they may have records of my parents. I was hesitant to share this information with my love. It wasn't much. It wasn't even close to a real lead and the danger was paramount. But I couldn't leave it alone. I had to pursue this knowledge. So I slipped away. And it broke my heart. But I have a mission to accomplish still. I must make my family whole again.
I think for a campaign like this a live or VC game would be best but I am so excited to romp around the underdark. Sorry my back story is so long. I usually work mon-fri until 6pm est. So I will mostly be posting after that time.
Tysris Goblinbane wobbles over to a chair and sits down in a chair to meet you, a haggard smile on his face and a big grin. He tries to keep a positive outlook despite his current condition. He tells a tale of his upbringing and his father Duror that brought him up and his large family, he is the youngest of 11, and he feels that he was an afterthought. His father was a miner who lost his wife in an accident, the details of which were always sketchy, he wonders if it was an accident at all. He was born in a cave; his mother Agnar was assisting Duror with starting and maintaining their family mine, but usually exhausted after looking after so many little ones. Pity that she never got to see the results of their labors. Duror became rich and built a mansion near the big city of Neverwinter, but Tysris never felt comfortable there. He always felt more comfortable out in the open, outside in nature, hunting and exploring. He was immensely strong, loved to swing an axe or use a shovel and pick.
He discovered his spirit animal that came to him one night when he was rip roaring drunk (which was most nights), a black bear, that connected to his spirit. Most days he felt better away from people. He felt lead to Gauntlgrym, led there by dreams and visions, and he wished to mine the earth like his father. He came from a family that became wealthy, but he wanted to come by gold on his own efforts. There are many dark creatures and fearsome foes the deeper you delve, he learned that as time went by. At one point he encountered a set of tunnels and a pack of kobolds, three in particular that eerily spoke with the same voice, but they ran off before he could speak with them. He found a series of traps in their tunnels and decided to leave that area altogether.
One day, on his deepest dig of all, he uncovered a cavern that obviously had been found before. He felt that he was on his way to discovering his own motherlode, but instead he found Drow elves. They moved quickly, it was a group of 5 who were patrolling and working together, and seeming as strong as he was, he found himself quickly outmatched. They beat the piss out of him and knocked one of his front teeth out, he has an odd whistling sound to his speech now when he talks. He ended up in chains, in their prison. They didn’t listen when he tried to explain and would not consider letting him go…
Tysris -
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A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
I had withdrawn earlier... But something came up that freed up some time for me, so here goes...
Name: Zelkaen Torcher
Race: Mountain Dwarf
Class: Druid (Wildfire is planned... But anything could happen)
Background: Hermit
This Is Your Life:
Parents: 19 (Known) Birthplace: 17 (On board a ship) Siblings: 5 (6 Siblings) Birth Order: 8 (Youngest) Family: 71 (Mother and Father) Lifestyle: 12 (Modest) Childhood Home: 79 (On the streets) Childhood Memories: 7 (Ordinary Childhood)
Background Decision: 5 (I am comfortable being isolated, as I seek inner peace) Class Decision: 3 (I found a place among a group of druids after I fled a catastrophe)
Life Events (Age 140): 8 Life Event 1: 67 (Friendly Adventurer) Life Event 2: 7 (Strange) Life Event 3: 81 (Friendly Adventurer) Life Event 4: 23 (Enemy Adventurer) Life Event 5: 23 (Working) Life Event 6: 77 (Went on Adventure) Life Event 7: 53 (Good Fortune) Life Event 8: 95 (Working) Life Event 9: 71 (Tragedy) Life Event 10: 35 (Enemy Adventurer)
Strange: 7 (Taken by the Drow XD!) Adventure: 83 (Have 54 GP Left Over) Boon: 8 (Stipend) Tragedy: 2 (Family Member died by (12) a bizarre event) Working Gold: (11 GP)
Backstory: Zelkaen was the youngest of 7 brothers and sisters. His father, was the captain of a merchants ship that ferried goods up and down the Sword Coast, but had been faring poorly recently. However, unlike the rest of his brother's and sisters, Zelkaen had an adventuring bone inside of him and was not at all suited to the water. Thus, when he turned 17, he disembarked from the ship at its next stop and upon bidding farewell to his father, mother and siblings, he began to wander the streets which became his home for the next 10 years. He made a few friends here and there, but no relationships were outstanding and he learned to rely greatly upon himself. However, one day, news reached the small town that his parent's ship had been struck by a catastrophe. As they were sailing, a meteor supposedly fell from the skies and crushes their ship sinking it and drowning everyone on board. Distraught at the loss of his entire family, Zelkaen joined up with the next band of adventurers that came through town in an attempt to take out his anger on the villains of the world. Unfortunately for him, the rag tag group of fools managed to get themselves captured on their very first adventure as they went out to kill a drow high priestess who was planning to summon Lolth. Luckily for them, Zelkaen had a plan and he managed to escape, but he could only bring two of his party along and was forced to leave two behind. As they escaped from the Underdark, one of the other party members stumbled across a hidden cache of gold and jewels that the high priestess was using for her ritual and so the three quickly took the gold and fled. Once they arrived at the surface, Zelkaen and the other two former party members quickly disbanded and went their own way. Still a bit uncomfortable with the notion of having to have left two members of his group behind in the Underdark, he wandered the nearby woods until he found a band of druids that took him in and taught him how to calm his mind so that he would not be in constant pain with the thought that he left his two party members in the Underdark. Shockingly enough, it worked, and Zelkaen stayed with this tribe of druids for a few years before eventually setting out to use the skills that he had learned from the druids in a way that would change the world for the better and retain the natural balance. For the next 50 years, Zelkaen wandered the Forgotten Realms in search of injured that he could heal using the power of the earth. Drawing upon the natural bond that he forged with the land, Zelkaen lived mostly in isolation only interacting with others for short periods of time to assist them. Unfortunately, one day as he was healing a young boy that had been injured in a drow raid, Zelkaen was ambushed and captured by the drow. Frustrated that he had been caught again, Zelkaen resigned himself to being captured, but promised that this time, he would not let the drow get off so easily once he escaped.
Links with other characters: Other than being captured together, Zelkaen would likely have encountered a few of them as he wandered and performed healing for others.
Notes for DM: I have been wanting to play Out of the Abyss for a long time... I am looking forward to playing if I get chosen, and thank you for consideration if not...
EDIT: Also... I tried to leave the names and places out so that you can fill in depending on where the adventure takes us...
Thank you all for applying! PMs have gone out to Group 2. Recruitment is now closed. I got so many amazing applications. I wish I could have accepted all of them.
Party 1 is starting as soon as everyone gathers. Party 2 will be starting Monday afternoon to Tuesday morning.
Alright, thanks!
I hope there's time to try for team 2! Here goes :
Ability scores: 16 15 14 11 12 16
This is your life :
Parents - 49
Birthplace - 10
Siblings - 1
Birth order - 10
Family - 44, Family lifestyle - 8
Childhood home - 7
Childhood memories - 9
The reason I became a barbarian - 2
Live events - 72
Secondary rolls, after the first - - -
I had a single father, the reason why - 2
Outlander, the reason why -
4, wouldn't work for this adventure, retooling - 61 event when I was young, younger than 20, 1 boon - 10
Number of siblings - 9
I couldn't get this to work properly, for all the rolls on that table, gave me an error. Will try to finish my character and post in 2nd posting.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Name:Rilisstra Frendar
Race: Drow
Class: Rogue (Soul Knife)
Background:
Rilisstra Back Story
Born at home
Knew my parents
2 siblings both younger
Raised in asylum
Parents enslaved
Modest +0
Rundown home on bad side of town
Ordinary childhood with a few close friends
Became an urchin because thief took me in
Became a rogue because I was wronged by another thief
Fell in love with another orphan cared for by my thief master
Born at home to loving parents I grew as any daughter of Lolth should. My parents made decent money hunting and trading here in the underdark, but it only spread so far. Life in a family of five is much more about essentials than anything else. I'm glad I learned that early on. My younger sisters and I would often play together between the buildings of the run down neighborhood. Chasing bugs and rats, or hunting for strange new mushrooms. Occasionally the other children would join, but I didn't have many close friends. Life passed as it should for a few years, but nothing beautiful lasts long down here in the Underdark. When I was 6 I came home leading my sisters after a day of play and entered a scene that would plague my nightmares for years to come. A group of armed men had gathered at my house. Grim looks on their faces and hatred in their eyes. Dropping my sisters' hands I ran to the door of my home only to be met with a rough blow from a cold fist. I reeled, falling to the ground. As I recovered from the blow I tried to take in my surroundings. I could see my parents, but they looked so strange. Father was bruised and bloody. His hands bound and a thick collar around his neck attached to a chain. Mother seemed uninjured but her sobs wear so forlorn that I could feel my heart breaking with every one of her desperate gasps. I was still dizzy from the strike that had knocked me to the ground but I suddenly realized that in my panic I had left my sisters behind. Trying to stand I saw another horrifying scene. My beloved sisters were restrained in the arms of strangers. They struggled and squirmed but were no match for the strength of these men. A scream of rage escaped my lips as I clamoured to my feet and stumbled towards my sisters. 'Why? Why is this happening?' my shouts were met with a swift kick that knocked me flat once more. 'Calm yourself child. Your parents have earned their fate. Be still lest you and your siblings meet the same.' As I lay on the cold stone, wracked with pain and sorrow, I watched as the men dragged my parents to their feet and led them away. They looked back to me and mouthed something.... But I could not hear it. The swirling blackness in my head began to swallow my vision and I plummeted into unconsciousness, full of a fear that my family would never be whole again. I don't know if it was hours or days when I finally came too. The room was dark and bare of all comforts, safe a thin mat which I had been placed upon. After getting a bearing on my surroundings a sudden rustling of keys and looks eminated from the door. I was informed that I and my sisters had been taken to an asylum for the children of the criminally insane. My parents had been carted off as slaves and I was to live my life here till I came of age.... Or more likely died of the conditions. I was allowed to see my sisters once a week but other than that we were kept apart. Made to work and clean and cook and fulfill all the duties one would expect the guards and 'caretakers' to do. After a few years of pain and suffering, in one of the rare moments that I was allowed to see my sisters we decided that we must leave this place and find our parents. We stole a few items here and there throughout our daily duties and eventually had everything we needed to leave our prison. We lit a fire in the dormitories and escaped through a loose window grate out into the darkness surrounding the building. However, we were not as clever as we thought. Many of the staff rushed to the fire but one of the gate guards continued to man his post. He cornered us and I slashed at him with a knife. I screamed for my sisters to run as he stumbled back and I took off as well. Somehow tho it seems the wound I gave him was not so serious and as he reached for me, my long legs kept me just out of his grasp. I ran and ran eyes half open, trying to will away this nightmare until I could not run anymore. I dared not look back and I dared not scream lest others know where we were. To my horror when I finally collapsed I found that the footsteps I heard behind me were not that of my sisters. They had only been the echo of my own against the stone walls. I lay there tucked in a small cave for what felt like 2 full days. Wracked with guilt and sorrow. Finally my sorrow turned to anger and a new fire was lit within me. I must survive. I must find my way back and free them. I must find my parents. I must make my family whole and assure that none would ever feel this way again. Weakly I began to plod in no particular direction at all. I had a bit of food from the asylum and knew a few of the edible mushrooms from when I would play as a kid and help mom and dad ply their trade. A week went by and I was growing weaker. The food had run out. I had eaten a mad mushroom by mistake. I was rail this and quickly fading but still I pushed on. I finally collapsed. When I looked up I could see lights in the distance. High stone walls seemed to rise from the ground like looming giants and I knew I had finally found my chance. Crawling and scraping I made my way forward but again my frail form failed me. Laying here to close to my salvation I pleaded in my head that something or someone would find me. I cannot die here alone. As I faded for what I believed to be the last time I saw the face of my father come into view. His strong arms lifted me in his back and he whispered, 'come little one. Your journey is complete.' The man was not my father But he treated me like a daughter all the same. He saved my life and taught me the way he had learned to survive in this city and some of the others. He taught me to steal. Taught me to sneak. He taught me to lie and how to kill if necessary. He taught me all the secret paths and signs. I soaked it all in but could not see what future gains it could bring until I ran afoul of another man such as my new father. I had swiped some gold from a local shop and escaped undetected... so I thought. some one had seen and followed. It was not the shop keep, it was another thief. But swiping my gold was not his only objective. He beat me down in an alley and made clear the point that this was his turf. I dragged myself back home and dedicated myself to the art of my thievery. And when our paths crossed again I left him broken and bloody and barely alive. I would not let any one cross me again. In the way we often encountered other children like myself. Lost and hungry and dying but unwilling to give up their grasp on this world. We took them in and taught them as well and after years of living and thieving together, I finally had a family again. But not the one I had been looking for. I searched and searched for any information and never found a trace. As I grew older and became a young woman I took an intrest in one of my brothers. A strong silent man who also had his home ripped away from him. We would sneak out of the city and recount our losses to each other. We would train together. We would search for hope together. And this cooperate effort finally blossomed into a loving relationship that gave us each a piece of what we had been missing. After a particularly dangerous and difficult operation in the heart of the city, I finally got a clue that I felt was worth looking into. The name of a drow slave camp that help prisoners taken away for stealing or selling false goods. My parents had been merchants of a sort and this was the first time I had even come across the name of a slave camp. Even if they weren't there, they may have records of my parents. I was hesitant to share this information with my love. It wasn't much. It wasn't even close to a real lead and the danger was paramount. But I couldn't leave it alone. I had to pursue this knowledge. So I slipped away. And it broke my heart. But I have a mission to accomplish still. I must make my family whole again.
Links with Other Applicant's characters: https://ddb.ac/characters/39308060/m533gI
Notes for DM:
I think for a campaign like this a live or VC game would be best but I am so excited to romp around the underdark. Sorry my back story is so long. I usually work mon-fri until 6pm est. So I will mostly be posting after that time.
There's an algorithm for that. 🦏
Linked to above post -
Name - Tysris Goblinbane
Race - Mountain Dwarf
Class - Barbarian (Path of the Beast)
Character sheet - https://ddb.ac/characters/43913670/bJGK7H
Background -
Tysris Goblinbane wobbles over to a chair and sits down in a chair to meet you, a haggard smile on his face and a big grin. He tries to keep a positive outlook despite his current condition. He tells a tale of his upbringing and his father Duror that brought him up and his large family, he is the youngest of 11, and he feels that he was an afterthought. His father was a miner who lost his wife in an accident, the details of which were always sketchy, he wonders if it was an accident at all. He was born in a cave; his mother Agnar was assisting Duror with starting and maintaining their family mine, but usually exhausted after looking after so many little ones. Pity that she never got to see the results of their labors. Duror became rich and built a mansion near the big city of Neverwinter, but Tysris never felt comfortable there. He always felt more comfortable out in the open, outside in nature, hunting and exploring. He was immensely strong, loved to swing an axe or use a shovel and pick.
He discovered his spirit animal that came to him one night when he was rip roaring drunk (which was most nights), a black bear, that connected to his spirit. Most days he felt better away from people. He felt lead to Gauntlgrym, led there by dreams and visions, and he wished to mine the earth like his father. He came from a family that became wealthy, but he wanted to come by gold on his own efforts. There are many dark creatures and fearsome foes the deeper you delve, he learned that as time went by. At one point he encountered a set of tunnels and a pack of kobolds, three in particular that eerily spoke with the same voice, but they ran off before he could speak with them. He found a series of traps in their tunnels and decided to leave that area altogether.
One day, on his deepest dig of all, he uncovered a cavern that obviously had been found before. He felt that he was on his way to discovering his own motherlode, but instead he found Drow elves. They moved quickly, it was a group of 5 who were patrolling and working together, and seeming as strong as he was, he found himself quickly outmatched. They beat the piss out of him and knocked one of his front teeth out, he has an odd whistling sound to his speech now when he talks. He ended up in chains, in their prison. They didn’t listen when he tried to explain and would not consider letting him go…
Tysris -
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
I had withdrawn earlier... But something came up that freed up some time for me, so here goes...
Name: Zelkaen Torcher
Race: Mountain Dwarf
Class: Druid (Wildfire is planned... But anything could happen)
Background: Hermit
This Is Your Life:
Parents: 19 (Known)
Birthplace: 17 (On board a ship)
Siblings: 5 (6 Siblings)
Birth Order: 8 (Youngest)
Family: 71 (Mother and Father)
Lifestyle: 12 (Modest)
Childhood Home: 79 (On the streets)
Childhood Memories: 7 (Ordinary Childhood)
Background Decision: 5 (I am comfortable being isolated, as I seek inner peace)
Class Decision: 3 (I found a place among a group of druids after I fled a catastrophe)
Life Events (Age 140): 8
Life Event 1: 67 (Friendly Adventurer)
Life Event 2: 7 (Strange)
Life Event 3: 81 (Friendly Adventurer)
Life Event 4: 23 (Enemy Adventurer)
Life Event 5: 23 (Working)
Life Event 6: 77 (Went on Adventure)
Life Event 7: 53 (Good Fortune)
Life Event 8: 95 (Working)
Life Event 9: 71 (Tragedy)
Life Event 10: 35 (Enemy Adventurer)
Strange: 7 (Taken by the Drow XD!)
Adventure: 83 (Have 54 GP Left Over)
Boon: 8 (Stipend)
Tragedy: 2 (Family Member died by (12) a bizarre event)
Working Gold: (11 GP)
Backstory: Zelkaen was the youngest of 7 brothers and sisters. His father, was the captain of a merchants ship that ferried goods up and down the Sword Coast, but had been faring poorly recently. However, unlike the rest of his brother's and sisters, Zelkaen had an adventuring bone inside of him and was not at all suited to the water. Thus, when he turned 17, he disembarked from the ship at its next stop and upon bidding farewell to his father, mother and siblings, he began to wander the streets which became his home for the next 10 years. He made a few friends here and there, but no relationships were outstanding and he learned to rely greatly upon himself. However, one day, news reached the small town that his parent's ship had been struck by a catastrophe. As they were sailing, a meteor supposedly fell from the skies and crushes their ship sinking it and drowning everyone on board. Distraught at the loss of his entire family, Zelkaen joined up with the next band of adventurers that came through town in an attempt to take out his anger on the villains of the world. Unfortunately for him, the rag tag group of fools managed to get themselves captured on their very first adventure as they went out to kill a drow high priestess who was planning to summon Lolth. Luckily for them, Zelkaen had a plan and he managed to escape, but he could only bring two of his party along and was forced to leave two behind. As they escaped from the Underdark, one of the other party members stumbled across a hidden cache of gold and jewels that the high priestess was using for her ritual and so the three quickly took the gold and fled. Once they arrived at the surface, Zelkaen and the other two former party members quickly disbanded and went their own way. Still a bit uncomfortable with the notion of having to have left two members of his group behind in the Underdark, he wandered the nearby woods until he found a band of druids that took him in and taught him how to calm his mind so that he would not be in constant pain with the thought that he left his two party members in the Underdark. Shockingly enough, it worked, and Zelkaen stayed with this tribe of druids for a few years before eventually setting out to use the skills that he had learned from the druids in a way that would change the world for the better and retain the natural balance. For the next 50 years, Zelkaen wandered the Forgotten Realms in search of injured that he could heal using the power of the earth. Drawing upon the natural bond that he forged with the land, Zelkaen lived mostly in isolation only interacting with others for short periods of time to assist them. Unfortunately, one day as he was healing a young boy that had been injured in a drow raid, Zelkaen was ambushed and captured by the drow. Frustrated that he had been caught again, Zelkaen resigned himself to being captured, but promised that this time, he would not let the drow get off so easily once he escaped.
Link: https://ddb.ac/characters/43356402/E5xCju
Links with other characters: Other than being captured together, Zelkaen would likely have encountered a few of them as he wandered and performed healing for others.
Notes for DM: I have been wanting to play Out of the Abyss for a long time... I am looking forward to playing if I get chosen, and thank you for consideration if not...
EDIT: Also... I tried to leave the names and places out so that you can fill in depending on where the adventure takes us...
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
Only 2 hours until I make my final choices! Make sure you get the submissions finished by then!
Thank you all for applying! PMs have gone out to Group 2. Recruitment is now closed. I got so many amazing applications. I wish I could have accepted all of them.
best of luck to all who made it in :)