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Post by DM-Delfon on Oct 8, 2012 13:25:32 GMT -5
Here is where I will collect character sheets, and backgrounds for this game. Either links to your public sheet elsewhere or the sheet itself typed out in full would be awesome.
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Post by Sugarphix on Oct 10, 2012 6:38:26 GMT -5
Name: Alea Brightsong (picture to the left) Race: Elf Class: Bard Backstory: In Alea's family, females were expected to do female-related things like cooking and embroidery, and playing instruments, while the men were expected to do manly things, like chopping firewood and learning swordplay to defend their homes.
Alea's tragic downfall may have come due to two things: her curiosity and aptitude, and the fact that her mother never bore her father a son. Alea did spend her days doing her chores, learning embroidery and excelled at singing and playing several instruments. However, when her chores were done, she would sneak away to the forest near their home and watch her father practice sparing with his sword. On one such day, her father came at the tree she was hiding in and she fell, almost landing on him as he charged with the sword in his hands. He almost had a heart attack, and questioned her roughly as to what she was about. She explained that she had been watching, and practicing on her own for months. When he would leave, she would pick up a small branch and practice going through the movements she had witnessed him performing. He handed her the sword, and stood back, arms folded across his chest, bidding her to show him. Nimbly, she flowed, from movement to movement, standing crane became flowing river, stalking wolf became pouncing puma, and crouching mouse became lunging snake. She finished in a flurry of blows as the sword cut through the air, slicing pathways in the wind. Her father decided then to further her education, and began to teach her formally both swordplay and archery behind her mother's back.
Months later, as her mother was hanging washing on the line, and Alea's little sister was playing around her mother's feet, A band of three henchmen arrived at their property. The men were large and sported many scars on both their arms and faces that had been caused by many a skirmish. The tallest of the three was thin as a pole, and looked unkindly at the small family, drawing a sword of his own. Alea subconsciously reached for an arrow behind her, but remembered that her quiver and bow were hidden away.
It was then that her father returned from the forest, sword in hand, and he silently stole up behind the three. Alea's eyes flickered for a split second toward him as she watched his approach, and the skinny hood caught the light change in her eye. He turned as her father attacked, and ran her father through. As he lay dying in the growing puddle of his own blood, Alea rushed to him. Thinking her just a child, the men ignored her, and started advancing on her mother and sister, Soliloquy.
In her rage, seeing through wavering vision as tears coursed down her cheeks, her father wrapped her small fingers around his steel blade. She rose, hair hanging in her face, and she let out a wild primordial scream as she descended upon the doomed men. She cut one down without a thought. They, so shocked at what was happening, didn't have the presence of mind to defend themselves.
Finally, the bean-pole man got his wits about him, and roughly grabbed Soliloquy, hauling her up from the ground, and placed his own blade at her throat. He screamed into Alea's face, spittle flying as he told her to run into the house like a little girl should, and get him all her family's gold. She did run. Feeling helpless, but forced to leave her mother and sister behind in the hands of these foul men, she sought out the only thing that could help her. She returned with an arrow notched, and as the man's eyes met hers and widened in surprise, she let the arrow fly true before he had a chance to cut her sister's throat. The arrow found it's mark between the thug's eyes, and his limp body had hit the ground before the thin trickle of blood from the wound had hit the bridge of his nose.
Her mother shrieked in horror, and finally stumbled to her dead husband's side, her skirts pooling on the ground in his blood around her. Soliloquy ran to Alea, and hugged her, crying at what had befallen them. After a long while, when her mother had composed herself, she bade Alea leave. She was not fit to become a lady. She would never make a humble wife to a noble who would defend her. She was outcast. Her mother let her take her things, some food, and her recorder and lute. She elected to take her bow, quiver, and she would not be parted, ever, from her father's sword. She went to him, and tore a length of fabric from the bottom of his shirt, that she began to tie around her swordhilt. Soliloquy came to her and tied one of her ribbons into Alea's hair. She looked to her mother, but the woman smiled sadly, and turned, walking into the house. As the door shut, Alea realized that was the last time she would see her. She hugged her small sister, and brushed her lips against the tiny tear stained cheek.
Picking her backpack up out of the dirt, she donned it, turned her back on her once happy home, and set out to begin her life as a bard.
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Post by Sugarphix on Oct 10, 2012 6:44:23 GMT -5
Alea's Stats:
Str: 14 (+2) Dex: 16 (+3) Con: 10 (+0) Int: 10 (+0) Wis: 10 (+0) Cha: 16 (+3)
HP: 6 AC: 16 (base + Dex + Studded Leather armour)
Fort: +0 Ref: +5 Will: +2
Appearance: aside from the picture, she has green eyes, black hair, and weighs 86 lbs. She's 127 years old, and stands 4' 11" tall. She's an elven bard.
Racials: immune to magic sleep effects, low light vision, +2 on saving throws vs. enchantment spells.
She's carrying: 4lb longsword 2lb shortbow 3lb/10 40 arrows 20lb studded leather armour 5lb bedroll 2lb backpack 2lb spell component pouch clear crystal (no value) 9lb silk rope and grappling hook 4lb waterskin 1lb each sun rods (X2) 1lb alchemist fire (X2) 5lb Artisan's tools 3lb lute 1lb recorder
1Cp
Feats: Skill Focus (perform)
Class Skills: Bardic Music Bardic Knowledge Facinate Inspire Courage Counter Song
Spells: 0 Light 0 Read Magic 0 Mage Hand 0 Prestidigitation
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2012 22:25:03 GMT -5
Story for Kholmar and Slag Stonehaven
Kholmar and Slag Stonehaven lived in the small mining community of Coppervault, isolated in the mountains. They both worked the mines, becoming strong from their efforts. The village thrived through dealings with other towns to the south, trade with migrating barbarians and twice yearly caravans to major cities.Their father was an armoursmith and their mother, much more religious than father, taught children in education and of the gods.
As the lads grew, their interests divided. Kholmar began to learn the family business of armoursmithing. But Slag loved his freedom, freedom to roam. Either through the great outdoors or the vast tunnel networks under the mountains.
One day while Slag was off in the wilderness and Kholmar was on duty with the militia, a fire at their smithy took the life of their father. Investigators said it looked to be an accident. But neither lad believed it. For what dwarf worth his earth would let a fire get out of control like that. They believed their father had been murdered but had no way of proving it and no one else believed them.
The family regrouped and reforged the family business. Kholmar took care of the smithy while continuing his indenture in the milita. Slag eventually had to join the milita to fulfil his indenture to the village. He became a scout.
One day while Slag was scouting tunnels adjacent to the village suddenly he and his partner fell completely silent. Both looked at each other in confusion before they both saw orcs running up the tunnel towards them. Slag tried to blow a horn to alarm the defenses towards the village but nothing came from the horn. "Blasted shamans" he thought to himself.
The two ran for their lives back down the tunnel to warn the other defenders. Shortly, the silence ended and Slag blew the horn to warn of the attack.
They finally came upon a barricade being setup my defending militia. Kholmar was part of this group. The dwarves braced themselves for battle.
The first enemy they saw was not orcs, but three razorboars barrelling down the tunnel. The beasts shattered the barricade and began to wreak havoc on the stunned defenders. Many a dwarf succumbed to the fell beasts but the axes proved triumphant. Until the orcs fell upon them. Wave after wave of the vile creatures pressed through the line of dwarves. They were forced further and further up the tunnel towards the village.
Slag took a small group of dwarves down a side tunnel. He knew of the way to the surface. Once on the surface they knew all was lost. The village had already been overrun from another large group of orcs. Smoke poured from several entrances into the mountain village, orcs streaming through every portal.
Slag and Kholmar looked on on dismay. Their mother was somewhere down there at the mercy of the orcish horde.
Slag cried out is grief and hatred and with a warcry tried to charge the horde. But his brother and another held him back.
"Me brother. All is lost here. There is naught we can do to help and dying definitely won't help. No good can come from venturing down there. We must live to fight another day. Someday, mark my words, we will return and exact our revenge on these foul vermin."
And with that the small band of dwarves turned south, heading for human lands, to heal, to gather their strength and to prepare for their utlimate return.
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Post by Marcimus on Oct 12, 2012 21:32:16 GMT -5
Name: Hank Magerin Human Druid Level 1: 0/1000 xp Alignment: N/N Age: 17 Height: 5’11” Weight: 175 lbs
Physical Description:
Mousey blonde hair falls in waves to just below his ears. Clean shaven, square jawed handsome man.
Story:
Hank grew up on a farm with his family just outside of Ashbury. His father worked the farm he had inherited from his father whom had inherited it from his father. The small three room house had served his family as needed, one large room for living and cooking and two bedrooms. One bedroom for his parents Margaret and Keith, and the other for him and his brothers Donald (eldest), Thomas (younger) and Danny (younger).
His family worked together tending the farm, Donald tended to be his father’s right hand man due to the fact that the farm was his to inherit someday. Hank was lucky because he kind of got to do what he wanted, mostly hunting with the Hawks.
At a younger age, around his preteens, he began to notice his gift for communicating with animals, whether it was when he was driving the plough horses or out hawking, he seemed to have a sixth sense as to what the animals felt. One time he was out in the field and saw a small hare which was about thirty paces from him, he knelt in the dirt and looked into the hare’s eyes. He pulled a few wheat stalks from beside him and held them out to the hare, although the hare was already chewing on wheat stalks in front of it, it still came to Hank’s hand and ate what he had to offer. Little did Hank know that his mother was watching this.
That evening Hank was woken from his sleep by his mother, she took him out to the barn and explained to him that he had a gift, and it was likely inherited from his mother. At this moment his mother turned to the hawk in the mew and whispered some jibberish, to Hank’s surprise the hawk responded and spread its wings fully and let out a loud screech. His mother explained druidism to him and the gift of communicating with animals. From this time on, when Hank was not hunting or working, his mother taught him all there was to know about being a druid. When he hit 16 and he was finally grasping the concept of the language of the woodland creatures, his mother had him spend a whole day and night in the mew with one of their red-tailed hawks. Within the first couple hours he had the hawk understanding his commands, by the end of the night Hank had seemed to build some sort of understanding of what it was to be a hawk. The hawk had seemed to “talk” back, he felt its instinct to hunt, its craving for meat, its desire for a mate. By the end Hank walked out of the mew with a new best friend, Pearl.
At age 17 it was finally time for him to strike out on his own, after all his hunting training from his father, and his druidic teachings from his mother he was finally ready to be his own man.
Stats: Strength: 12 (+1) Dexterity: 10 (+/-) Constitution: 8 (-1) Intelligence: 16 (+3) Wisdom: 14(+2) Charisma: 16 (+3)
Fort: -1 Reflex: 0 Will:+2
Feats: Animal Companion: Hawk (Pearl) Nature Sense Wild Empathy Martial Weapon Proficiency: Heavy Crossbow Weapon Focus: Heavy Crossbow (+1 Melee/Range w/ Heavy crossbow)
Gear: Heavy Crossbow (50gp, 8lb) Bolts x 20 (2gp, 1lb/10) Spear (2gp, 6lb) Leather Armor (10gp, 15lb) Backpack (2gp, 2lb) Bedroll (1 sp, 5lb) Flint and Steel (1 gp)
Skills: Ability Mod + Rank + Misc. Mod + Check Penalty Appraise (3+0+0+0= +3) Balance (0+1+0+0= +1) Bluff (3+0+0+0= +3) Climb (1+0+0+0= +1) Concentration (-1+4+0+0= +3) Craft (3+0+0+0= +3) *Decipher Script (3+0+0+0= N/A) Diplomacy (3+0+0+0= +3) *Disable Device (3+0+0+0= N/A) Disguise (3+2+0+0= +5) Escape Artist (0+0+0+0=0) Forgery (3+0+0+0= +3) *Handle Animal (3+4+0+0= +7) Heal (2+4+0+0= +6) Intimidate (3+0+0+0= +3) Jump (1+0+0+0= +1) *Knowledge: Nature (3+2+2+0= +7) *Open Lock (0+0+0+0= N/A) Perception (2+4+0+0= +6) Perform (3+0+0+0= +3) Profession (2+0+0+0= +2) Ride (0+0+0+0= 0)) Search (3+0+0+0= +3) Sense Motive (2+0+0+0= +2) *Sleight Of Hand (0+0+0+0= 0) Speak Language (Common, Sylvan, Druidic, Dwarven, Orcish) *Spellcraft (3+0+0+0= N/A) Stealth (0+0+0+0= 0) Survival (2+4+2+0= +8) Swim (1+4+0+0= +5) *Tumble (0+0+0+0= N/A) Use Rope (0+0+0+0= 0) Note: * need a rank to use
12 gp, 9sp, 0cp (38lb Carried, Loads: 43/86/130)
*Edit: Corrected +1 base to +1 Melee/Range w/ Heavy crossbow in Weapon focus feat. Added weight related to gear -DM Delfon
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2012 1:07:49 GMT -5
Kholmar Character Sheet (so far) *Note: if you mouse over the black bar where it says "Skills" on the tangled web sheets, you get a few hidden options. One will auto fill out your full skill list, and another will check all the skills that are class skills for you. Doing this will reset your spent skill points however. You don't have to do this, but sometimes it's nice to see what all your skills do. As a fighter you will start with 240gp. Tangled web sheets will do all the weight stuff for you if you fill it out as you buy stuff.
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