Hey, creating a new thread to get rid of old chatter.
We need ONE player. We are one combat into the game. We had a player that got a job promotion, and had to step out of the game commitment.
THE RULES FOR SELECTION
#1 - Read at least SOME the campaign thread. If you like what you see, and want to be a participant, proceed to rule #2.
Why would you want to participate in a campaign that you don't like?
#2 - Read the campaign rules. If you like what you see proceed to rule #3.
Rule #3 - We post a MINIMUM of two times a day. Most of the times each poster is getting in more like 3-5 posts. If you can't keep up with that pace, this might not be the campaign for you. If you think you can hang with that, and that sounds fun being part of A VERY ACTIVE GROUP then move on to rule #4
Rule #4 - This Campaign is RP HEAVY, and though there will be combat, there is more RP. What is it about your schedule that makes it so you can easily interact with others? Are you self employed, do you post on your phone, during lunch breaks, during school breaks, etc?
I don't care how COOL your character is, if he isn't ever showing up to interact with others and the world.
IF all of this sounds like your cup of 64 oz Mountain Dew, then by all means tell me roughly what you like about the campaign (fishing for compliments, so sue me... ;) ) and what you think you could add to it. Basically, why you want to be a part of it, and why we should add you as a member of what we are doing.
If that all sounds good to you, please submit a rough character concept, and the players will be picking someone soon. :)
Happy RPing!!!
GM Brayden
I missed out on this one the first time around, but I am still interested. I can post regularly throughout the day, and at least once a day on he weekends. I am a dedicated player and have never dropped a game that wasn't declared dead by the GM. I also run a game on these boards as DM Bigrin, and my players seem to enjoy it well enough.
I'd like to submit a dual-cursed oracle of battle. Layanna has been set apart all her life by both the blessings and curses of Iomedae. She has remarkable skill at arms, can function as a battlefield medic, and handles social situations well. She strives to follow the precepts of Iomedae, but is not as self-righteous about it as most clerics or paladins.
background:
Edit: I just saw that your player that is leaving is a man of skills. If you'd prefer a replacement rogue, I'd suggest you look at Brennan Darkblade I could easily redo the traits for this campaign. Just let me know.
You see off in the distance, a small dot, rapidly approaching. It has doubled, tripled, maybe quadrupled in size, although it looks fairly close. It then stops at your feet.
"Aye, I hear you need help!" says the most shrill, high pitched voice you have ever heard before. You look down to see a tiny person in full armor, atop a small rat, also fully endowed in armor.
"Do you think I'm the one?"
I'd like to submit "Crazy Jane", an woman of Varisian descent who lives on the outskirts of Sandpoint and is well-known as a beggar by the townsfolk.
Her real name is Boglarka Mezohely. Her clan was fell prey to an other-worldly entity one winter. She was the only survivor at the tender age of 12. She's not been right in the head since and has been surviving on her own on the fringes of society (she's now 21 years old). She's inherited her mother's witchery. It has manifested itself as a primal connection with the animals and spirits of the forest.
Her appearance is filthy and unkempt. Her hair is a tangle and her face hidden behind a layer of grime. Her clothes are castoffs. She carries around a sack full of odds and ends she's collected from rubbish piles. Crazy Jane is accompanied by a feral cat with whom she has frequent one-sided conversation.
You see off in the distance, a small dot, rapidly approaching. It has doubled, tripled, maybe quadrupled in size, although it looks fairly close. It then stops at your feet.
"Aye, I hear you need help!" says the most shrill, high pitched voice you have ever heard before. You look down to see a tiny person in full armor, atop a small rat, also fully endowed in armor.
"Do you think I'm the one?"
Interesting concept.
I shudder at the damage you could do running around in underground caverns that they aren't expecting a mounted charge.
It might be a little too broken for my liking in a metagame concept, but I like the originality of the character concept in a games application. (no offense intended :) )
A PC at level one with an AC of 19 that can do 1d8+3, charge anywhere, and has a mount that attacks seems like it would be hard to keep things balanced with the other PCs.
Again, I like the concept and imagination. But ultimately the players will be deciding. Glad to see that you can post whenever.
I'd like to submit "Crazy Jane", an woman of Varisian descent who lives on the outskirts of Sandpoint and is well-known as a beggar by the townsfolk.
Her real name is Boglarka Mezohely. Her clan was fell prey to an other-worldly entity one winter. She was the only survivor at the tender age of 12. She's not been right in the head since and has been surviving on her own on the fringes of society (she's now 21 years old). She's inherited her mother's witchery. It has manifested itself as a primal connection with the animals and spirits of the forest.
Her appearance is filthy and unkempt. Her hair is a tangle and her face hidden behind a layer of grime. Her clothes are castoffs. She carries around a sack full of odds and ends she's collected from rubbish piles. Crazy Jane is accompanied by a feral cat with whom she has frequent one-sided conversation.
Nice one. What does your posting availability look like?
I can post 2-3 times a day. My job keeps me in front of a computer from 8-5 and I'm pretty much left alone as the only programmer my workplace employs (as long as I turn out code on schedule no one watches over me).
Did you guys pick yet?
Yes we have, the spot has been filled. Thanks for the interest, and happy gaming!
We had another player drop to work and school constraints, so we are opening up this thing again. (05/15/2012)
The party consists of:
Dextrous archer
Barbarian dwarf
Monk
Gnome sorcerer
and Human Rogue
We are only through the first few pages, and the characters have only had one minor combat, and haven't experienced the major plot hook yet.
Same application rules apply.
Some other tidbits that may be helpful to the basic submission of a character.
20-Point Buy
Average Starting Gold
Core races, though I will only consider ONE "advanced" race submission
Classes and archetypes can be chosen from Core, APG,
Two traits (One Campaign, One Regular).
Character description, alignment, backstory and personality. Incorporate both traits into your backstory.
Be willing to post twice per day at a minimum (except holidays anniversaries, etc).
Count me as very interested. I can see the party just lost their primary divine caster, so I will read over the thread and have a submission to you in a bit.
Is material from UC and UM still allowed? I noticed that it is allowed in the original recruitment post but not in your last post.
When would you like to pick a new character?
Any alignment restrictions? (i.e. Evil is allowed but they have to cooperate with the party)
Concept and background. I think no crunch is needed at this point.
I think divine casters are going to "hit the spot" (for them, when they vote) but I'm sure there are other things that might get their fancy.
For example, a Paladin might serve two needs: Tank-ish character, and some MUCH needed "lay on hands" ability.
What time frame are you looking for to make your decision?
Within a few days I think. Sooner if the players find someone they like.
Who they want to play is pretty much all based on their decision.
Evil aligned is okay, but you need to have a good reason for "pinging" after 5th level or something to hide that, and you also need to co-operate with players. You also need to deal with the fact that some good aligned NPC's will just "get a feeling" about you, and be less reluctant to work with the party.
Sounds good. I will get a write-up in this evening.
I'll expand on this concept a bit later, but thought would get some of it up for comments.
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Growing up as a half-Orc in a human village would usually be a difficult thing. When you're a half-orc like Ferno, who is strong-willed but a bit 'slow' in the head, it's even worse. Other children made fun of him, bullies picked on him and adults tended to blame him for wrongs that were done by others. As he grew though, his features softened a bit and he took on more of a human-like quality so he tended to be accepted a bit easier. As he began to reach nearly six and a half feet tall before his fifteenth birthday with the build to match, Ferno took over working the fields on his father's farm.
As he reached 18, he knew it was going to be time for a change. He'd been having strange dreams about the gods and their interactions with mortals in the world. In his dreams, they would shout but few would hear. However, when one who he knew was Erastil merely whispered, Ferno could hear him. When he woke from sleep, Ferno could still hear whispers of the world around him. Usually he was able to push those whispers away, but on this day they sounded louder than normal. As he arrived in town, Ferno heard a whisper that danger approached. He turned and sure enough, a driverless cart was barreling down the street about to overrun several villagers. Without hesitation, Ferno threw himself towards the reins and topped the runaways. However, it did result in his left leg being crushed under the wheels of the cart. Even with healing magics, the leg would not heal right and Ferno walked with a limp afterwards.
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Looking at Ferno being an Oracle of Nature, Lame Curse, 8 INT, high strength and charisma. Probably Reactionary trait as one of his traits and the Pass for Human feat as well.
Thoughts
Looks good, thanks for the submission.
Here is the submission for Tanner Nielsen:
Virgil Longstreet
LN Cleric of Abadar 1
Domains: Nobility, Travel
Traits: Missionary (Campaign), World Traveler (Human-Varisian)
Our story begins in the year 4702 AR, during a period of time that the residents of Sandpoint would later come to call, 'The Late Unpleasantness.'
Sandpoint was no stranger to crime, or even to murder. Once or twice a year, passions flared, robberies went bad, jealousy grew too much to bear, or one too many drinks were drunk, and someone would end up dead. But when the body count suddenly began to mount, the town had no idea how to react to the killer dubbed 'Chopper.' Over the course of one long winter month, every few days brought a new victim to light. Each was found in the same terrible state, bodies bearing deep cutting wounds to the neck and torso, with both hands and feet severed and stacked nearby and the eyes and tongue missing entirely, plucked crudely from the head.
Sheriff Avertin himself became Chopper's last victim, slain when he finally caught the killer mutilating his latest victim in the side street that would come to be known as Chopper's Alley. Avertin managed a telling blow against the murderer before dying himself. When the town guard found the sheriff dead with another victim several minutes later, they were able to follow the bloody trail left by the killer. A trail that led straight to the stairs of Stoot's Rock, the prominent stone outcropping just north of the Old Light.
Jervis Stoot and Chopper were the same, and the eyes and tongues of all 25 victims were found in a horrific altar to a birdlike demon whose name none dared speak aloud. Stoot himself was found dead at the base of the altar, having plucked his own eyes and tongue loose for a final offering. The guards collapsed the entrance to the chambers, burned Stoot's house, tore down the stairs, and tried to forget.
One person, however, could not forget. For you see, his parents were #17 and #18.
The Longstreet family were regarded as decent and hard-working folk. Hamar Longstreet was an apprentice glassmaker at the Sandpoint Glassworks, while Shalee Longstreet was a full-time mother and part-time seamstress. They had moved to Sandpoint from Magnimar a few years earlier and owned a small home next to the local theater. Their deaths occurred during the night while they slept, leaving their baby son Virgil an orphan.
The local priest, Ezakien Tobyn, arranged for the baby Virgil to be taken back to Magnimar to live with his uncle, a priest of Abadar named Solon Longstreet. It was thus that Virgil was raised among the clergy of Abadar, knowing little of his parents and the horror that robbed him of them. Young Virgil took quickly to service in the church, learning the arts of religion, government, and economics under the tutelage of his uncle. Virgil would have continue in blissful ignorance, if not for the fateful day when he turned 18.
Solon had a heart-to-heart with the young man and shared with him the story of his parents. Distraught, angry, and confused, Virgil decided that he would return to the place of his birth to continue his service, swearing that he would protect others that might suffer without the guiding hand of Abadar. Bidding his uncle goodbye and leaving the only home he has ever known, Virgil made his way to Sandpoint on horseback and arrived just in time to witness the Swallowtail Festival and the goblin attack. Later he attended the ceremony presenting the party members with medals honoring their bravery and skill in dealing with the goblins.
Right now he sits at the Rusty Dragon, slowly drinking a mug of mead and trying to figure out how to introduce himself and ask if he can help the newest heroes of Sandpoint.
Looks really good tanner. The only problem is that some of the guys haven't figured out some of that yet... Lol. So you'd be one step ahead of the game. Which is fine. Keep
can you post 2 times a day on most days?
I can easily post twice a day, if not more. :)
awesome. I'll leave the voting up to my PCs but you have my vote.
awesome. I'll leave the voting up to my PCs but you have my vote.
Wunderbar. I will get my crunch filled out. Two questions for you:
1. On what rolls does this rule apply? Attack rolls? Skill checks? Saving throws?
"-Negative and Positive modifiers to be scored as follows: Anything above a plus or minus 1 modifier counts as 1 and ½ of that score, rounded down. So for example, +2 would actually give your roll a (+3), +4 modifier would give you a (+6) score to your roll, and so on. Same applies with minuses: a -2 will give you a (-3) to the roll, a -4 modifier gives you a (-6) to the roll, and so on."
2. How do you feel about Wordcasting?
#1 applies specifically, and ONLY in "diplomatic" interactions.
It means that instead of using "diplomacy," you could instead choose to use a "logical" argument using you INT or WIS score and modifier + a d20.
2. To wordcasting, I'm going to say no at this point. It might be a yes in the future, but this is the first time I have run Rise, and I'm not sure how it will respond to the new system.
I know someone that had to break a Rise game down after 18 months of playing, because of out of control magics, so I want to stay well on the side of caution as far as that goes.
Okey-dokes. I've never run a wordcaster before, so I was just curious. I will keep an eye on the Discussion thread for the players to vote/chat on my entry.
Opening up one slot. Have a poster gone AWOL, midway through the first adventure.
He was a front line fighter.
Was he a stop gap or damage dealer? Would make a difference on what I decided to present.
He actually played a berserker. So definitely more of a damage dealer, but I think that you can go either way. Whatever presents the more compelling character
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I'm interested.
It looks like you guys are level 2. Any additional rules for character creation? If you check out my campaigns page you'll see I'm in a few games and active in all of them (the most active player in many of them, heh).
I'm looking at either a battle-oracle (although not necessarily an Oracle of Battle) or a barbarian. I'll get something up in a bit.
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After looking over the RotRL Player's Guide and considering my options I'd like to play a Shoanti tribesman, an apprentice Thundercaller self exiled for suitably tragic reasons (history to come).
He'll start out as barbarian 1/bard 1 and likely advance as a bard from there, but don't worry he'll still be a suitable front-line bruiser. Is it alright if I use the Thundercaller archetype from Varisia, Birthplace of Legends? I can send you the relevant info if you're curious about it.
I'd also like to put my hand up for the spot, although I should mention that I live in Australia and would be posting maybe at odd hours. But I'd love to play, so if you think that could still work I'll get a character up for your consideration.
Unless Feral already has the spot of course.
I am submitting Fleetfoot. Let me know what all you need me to do.
Right now I am looking for more "fluff" than "crunch" so to speak.
Feral has the right idea, in what specifically your character is, and more of why he does what he does, how he gets along with others, all that stuff...
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A slight rumbling is the only warning the poor commoner got as before he knew it, his rental room was collapsing downwards. In a mess of rubble the dazed commoner found his ground looking around for a moment in the dust cloud before he could make out a figure nearby a desk. There stood something of Reptilian nature, if he wasn't mistaken it was a Gripplis, his color a bit hard to make out between the scorches and burn marks, clad in what looked like scorched leather armor and protective goggles.. The being stood arms up in a pose with two shattered glass beakers in his hands. He twitches, his left eye fluttering a bit "Oh... I... uhh wasn't expecting anyone to drop in today" giving a nervous laugh the frog dusted himself off a bit before shoving a few things into a satchel and slipping out the door. Just in time too as the inn keeper peered down through the hole "whats all this... Ruckus?? Indruck!!! was that you again! how many times till you blow this whole place to hell huh?!"
Hi there I believe I'd be interested in what you have going on here. I know I'm probably not quite the full frontal damage dealer you would be looking for as of right now but I'd like consideration at least.
This here is a Grippli (frog person) Alchemist level 1 as of now, I can modify him to better suit the level of course. Anyway check him out in my Aliases? maybe you'll like him.
Here is my concept for Sergei von Janderhoff, a LN Dwarven Magus.
At a loss with what else to do with him, his parents bundled him off to accompany their regular caravans, nominally to act as a guard, but secretly, they hoped that seeing a bit of the world (and having to fend off those portions of it that thought a Dwarven trade caravan would be easy pickings) would help to curb his 'youthful enthusiasm', and help him to settle down.
Unfortunately, it had the exact opposite effect, kindling within him a fierce wanderlust. This only intensified when he came across some of the remnants of long-vanished Thassilon; he became enamored of the mighty cyclopean ruins scattered around Varisia, and spent time with the local gypsies, learning about their 'tattoo magic'; using flesh as a medium for runic magic was something that never would have occurred to him, independently.
Eventually, when he returned to hearth and home in mighty Janderhoff, he pitched the following argument to his parents: He would go on a sabbatical of sorts; nominally to establish trade negotiations with the owners of the human-run Glassworks in Sandpoint, and to see whether there were any local techniques that could be usefully incorporated into Janderhoff designs.
However, this was but a convenient pretext to allow him to find out as much as he could about Thassilonian Rune Magic...
Full 'crunch' is available on his profile; let me know what you think :-)
Oh, it bears mentioning that I have no plans to go anywhere other than this page to look at pages, and I'm not sure about the other guys in the group, so if it isn't too much trouble it is probably best to post your "flavor/fluff" here.
Thanks, and keep them coming.
I like what I see so far!
I think we will choose by the end of the weekend.
I like the backgrounds, Sergei Krojun and Ruckus. Make sure to post the flavor here too Krojun, just to make it more accessible.
Also, Austrailia is fine. That is the beauty of a play by post. The way we do combat would probably still work, too.
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Moar news:
Indruck Niule, born in a gripplis tribe and interested in explosives early on. The little Grippli's attitude wasn't exactly appreciated, before he was even able to talk he got his hands on some dynamite in the mines, by way of sneaking of course. This stick of dynamite didn't exactly do him well though, collapsing a tunnel in on him and damaging him permanently the grippli gained a slight twitch along his left upper arm that extends up past his neck. His left eye constantly twitching.
It did not take many years before his tribe got sick of his mischief. One event in particular nearly wiping out the eastern quarter of the settlement. The others acted after that, pushing him away from homes, knocking him out and leaving him in the wilderness. Waking, he sought out his home once more, only to find a human settlement, seeking shelter and food was what he wanted but the guards did not see that. He was seen as a pest and run out of town. Indruck resorted to sneaking once more, finding what he needed and escaping with the aid of his own little experiments.
He made his life like this, sneaking about, he only saw guards as obstacles, and the innocents he was taking from simply needed to move out of the way or be hurt. It wasn't all bad though.. He made friends here and there, traveling with multiple little gangs from time to time. One in particular, Malvin Gaise, a gnome of tricks, those two were quite the crew. Indruck slowly adapted more and more to his lifestyle, instead of wading in the swamps like a normal Grippli, he was leaping from building to building using the natural webbings on his body to Glide himself to relative safety.
Malvin introduced Indruck into the religious world of the Goddess Calistria. Teaching him that he was always under watch. From that point forth if Indruck would make stops at Temple's regardless of who it was for. These buildings brought a sense of safety to him, refusing to believe that anything bad could happen in a proper temple.
The two trouble makers eventually found themselves in a the cliff-side metropolis known as Urbis Turrim. Currently residing there doing what they please, Indruck taking up his experiments in either the sewage tunnels, or abandoned mines that litter the cliffside.
*In times of nervousness/high adrenaline his twitch gets a bit more severe (unless you would like to add detriments I'm saying it is not severe enough to hinder any action.)*
*Seeing as how temples of faith are seen as a peaceful thing to Indruck he tends to have a hard time doing battle in them, possibly straight up choosing to not part-take just to keep the false net of safety in his mind*
*Despises the feel of metal on his skin, so you will never see him wearing Metals other than a ring.
*May or may not try his luck with the opposite sex of the shorter races.
*Glider Racial Ability
*Camouflage, forests and marshes only*
Indruck is just short of two feet tall. Features resembling that of a common leaf frog his limbs tend to be a bit lanky, between each of his digits there is a sort of webbing. His skin is a dark green mixed with three lines of red tint, one down his back, and the others on his sides. In various places there is sign of burn marks, but of course with shedding he doesn't have to worry so much about that.
Normal clothing consists of a tan hooded robe, underneath he generally tries to wear trousers. He also hides his satchel of items away beneath the robes, carrying around little trinkets and material items for quick mix's, strapped tightly against his frame to help keep him as mobile as possible.
If he don's protective gear it will only of the leather variety, he hates the feel of metal covering his body. The armor he has looks a bit rugged, slapped together a little half heartily, though it still does the job.
When on adventure into the unknown he have a quiver strapped to the outside of his robe holding 3 spears. A belt around his waist holds 5 daggers, and he ALWAYS has his satchel strapped tightly to him under his robe.
Let me know if you would like me to make up some fluff for why he has joined up? what he might think of the rest of the party? I also have a bit of fluff made for Urbis Turrim if you would like.
Goren Cazzi is the bastard son of Paralictor Darean Halst of the Magnimar chapter of the Order of the Nail and Vanya Cazzi, gypsy Varisian Harrower. Raised in Magnimar by Halst's senior sergeant and his wife, Goren was also permitted significant time with his mother thanks to his otherwise stern and unforgiving father's love for Vanya. This extended to occasional seasons on the road with his mother as a late teenager.
Goran, a good-hearted man, wants only to prove his worth as his father's son before officially applying to join the Hellknights. His mother's influence has provided a balanced view of human nature, and the Lawful Good Goren wishes to lead by example in promoting humanitarianism and kindness as a Hellknight.
Goren's father, however, won't recognise him until he proves his mettle as a warrior, effectively forcing Goren to leave Magnimar to find his own glory. He hopes that he can hold onto his ideals while still being coldly rational enough to achieve what his father expects. He has travelled to Sandpoint with his second-hand gear, ready to seek his own personal salvation.
Goren would be a paladin unless there's an evil character in the group (which I think there is?), in which case I'm happy for him to be a fighter so as not to cause irreconcilable problems from 5th lvl onwards :)
Oh, and I guess I didn't mention that I don't hold to the "one submission per person" rule.
Flesh out as many guys/concepts as you want.
And as far as why you would all be joining up with the group, if you have a story to tie it in, even better.
But I definitely am capable enough to weave your story into the game, as well.
I think Sergei has a decent tie-in; he came to Sandpoint, nominally, to visit the Glassworks, and with everything that has been happening in town related to it, and his own predilection for combat from his years as a caravan guard, he would be quite open to joining-up with the group of heroes that have been active in the area :-)
I'd like to throw my offering into the mix. I'm interested in playing a ranger. It's been a while since I've played D&D (since before Pathfinder had it's own ruleset) and this would be my 1st PBP, so I hope you'll be forgiving of that and take me under wing.
I'm able to put in some hours every day, so participation won't be an issue any time soon.
I'm flexible with the race, but I'd like to play a Mul. Always been a favorite race of mine.
Here's the backstory:
"16 years ago, Pawvti, the prized daughter of the chieftain, stumbled back into her quah's camp, beaten and near death. After spending days in death's shadow she finally showed signs of recovery. When she woke, she would not utter a word about what happened to her. The Shaman kept her suspicions to herself, yet all became clear after a few months, when her belly grew with the burden of ripening life.
When the time for the birth came, it was so difficult it claimed Pawvti's life. This was not such an unusual thing, but the child was. It was large and rawboned, with sharply pointed ears. These features, proving that the father was not human, threatened the newborns life. Fearing the child was a half-orc, the chieftain nearly killed the baby outright. Stayed by the shaman's warning of retribution by the spirits for parricide, the child was taken out into the wilderness where the proper offerings were made, and then the child was left alone for the ancestors to decide it's fate.
The child's cries attracted a wanderer in the wilds. An elf named Shalelu Andosana. Discovering the strange orphan upon the shale alter, she decided, after coming to the opinion that it was harmless, to find a suitable place for it. Shalelu wasn't sure, but the stone table didn't seem to be it's proper home. The infant was swaddled and found shelter that night in a redwood tree. After an exasperating cross-country journey, the child was delivered into the hands of Father Tobyn.
In the following years Andosana visited the boy often, and was given the task, by Father Tobyn of naming the child. She took her time in this. She wanted to observe the creature and it's habits first. It was 3 years before she finally dubbed the infant. His name was to be Haaken (pronounced Haw-Ken), a name she gathered from some place in her travels. When asked what it meant, she declined to answer. It didn't seem to be an elvish word, but she said it fit him, and that was all there was to that.
The youth grew up well cared for by the Sandpoint Chapel and it's laity. While generally considered a good lad, he was also stubborn and somewhat unruly. Many of the other children were wary of his large size and unsual looks, and so was forced to weather the usual treatment that such a thing brings. He tried to not let the teasing bother him. He was very aware that it was the charity of the people of Sandpoint that provided for him, and of this he was grateful. But his mother's blood ran strongly in his veins, and the wild called him. The friendship of an elf didn't encourage him in the way Father Tobyn thought was proper, either, but only so much could be done, the rest was in the gods hands.
Early on the dwarven locals informed everyone that Haaken was clearly of their stock. A Mul. The local bullies ate that up. The Dwarves however felt that Haaken was not to be kept ignorant of their part of his heritage, and so made sure to do their part in his upbringing.
Aside from Shalelu, he made one other close friend, Jervis Stoot. It all started when Jervis was "freeing" a bird high in a tree outside of town, and became aware of being spied upon. The lonely child was in a neighboring tree trying to mimick the carver's deft strokes. The eccentric man sensed a kindred soul. He cut the just finished bird from it's roost and made it a gift to the boy. After that, they would be seen in each others presence frequently. Until, that is, when Stoot moved onto his island. He stopped carving whenever Haaken approached and would pack up and leave. Haaken wracked his brain trying to recall how he could have offended his friend. He knew something was wrong. Father Tobyn was dismissive, saying, "What did you expect, child? It's Stoot."
When Stoot was revealed to be Chopper, it broke Haaken's heart. Even more so when people started destroying Stoot's work. Secretly Haaken collected as many of the "Stoots" as he could and made a memorial to Jervis in the tree where they had first met.
The next blow came from the fire and the loss of his home and Father Tobyn and his beautiful daughter.
In the remaining five years Andosana began to take Haaken with her on hunting trips. And why not? At ten he was already as tall and robust as most human men. Besides she felt he needed something to do after the "Late Unpleasantness", and began to teach him in the ways of woodcraft. Haaken took to being in the wild with zeal. So much so that on his sixteenth year Andosana decided he was ready to accompany her on a scouting mission to the north to check on some rumors about goblins. He didn't even seem to care that he'd be missing the festival."
Let me know what you think!
I believe that all us current players are reviewing the submissions. I know in the past he has left it up to us as to who we are inviting.
After reading a bit, I've also come up with an idea for a wandering Ulfen 2 weapon warrior, named Ravien. I'll write up a quick background after lunch and post it fir review.