Town or Village
Both alive
Lower-Birth
Peasants
Major Disaster
Lineage Holder
The Mystic
Petty Crime
Non-Humanoid monster
Jealousy
Resolution:
a few significant relationships
Love
Fluff based on this to come...
** spoiler omitted **
Mountains
Both of your parents are dead.
1d6+1 orc siblings.
Middle-Class Birth
Serfs/Peasants
Met a Fantastic Creature
Schooled
The Confidante
Broke a Promise.
Merchant
Pressured or Manipulated
Current Lover
Family
"All right, all right, I'll tell the story," says Arian as she finishes up the first dance piece. She switches her grip and then strums a very taut, short chord to set the mood.
"Many years ago, my great-grandmother was traveling with a small group of caravaners - she was en route to Okeno, to where she was going to be married to my great-grandfather. She was a young, shrewd woman, not the most beautiful jewel, nor the most skillful and talented, but a bit clever. As I'm told, her parents were somewhat glad to find a husband for her!"
"The caravan stopped at a small palm oasis three days' travel outside of Okeno and everyone bedded down for the night. The drivers watered the camels, the guards posted watches and built a fire, and everyone had supper and then started to doze off to sleep."
Arian strikes another tense chord and says, "So as the story goes, my great-grandmother was eating a few dates for her dessert and she threw the date-pits into the lake, and just as she finished the last date there was a swirling of water and suddenly a great marid rose up out of the oasis!"
"In a terrible, deep voice the marid shouted, 'Who hath slain my beautiful fish?'" says Arian, and she pitches down and vibrates an undercurrent note to underscore the marid's voice.
"Then my great-grandmother noticed many colorful fishes in the water, all upside-down and floating on their backs, and realized that her date-stones had been striking the fishes dead. But not one to be browbeaten she stood up and said, 'I did, and thou art lucky I have finished my dates, or thou wouldst have had the next date-stone!'"
Arian strikes a high chord to simulate her great-grandmother's voice, then continues the story, saying, "The marid was wroth and it threatened her, saying, 'Thou hast slain the joy of mine eye, the beauteous creatures that I watch when I am at leisure, that I brought here all the way from the sea, that they may live in the midst of this desert in uncanny solitude! How wilt thou repay me this?' And the marid waved his hand and a fine mist settled over the company and all of them fell into an enchanted slumber, save for my great-grandmother."
"My great-grandmother replied, 'Well, I can make for thee a fine repast, as I am soon to be wedded and I am versed in cookery.' So the marid said, 'Very well, make me a fine dish and perhaps I shall stay my hand and not smite thee,' and my great-grandmother said, 'I shall have need of some few victuals and things to prepare.' Then she gave the marid a list of ingredients, such as mare's milk, and bee's honey, and lamb, and olives, and saffron, and many such wonderful things in great quantities. Lo and behold, the marid went forth in the form of a swirling water-spout, and it returned in an eyeblink and set forth a table of all such niceties and treats. And he set out a large sideboard and placed upon it many dishes and plates of silver and covered with a cloth of finely-dyed linen. So my great-grandmother set about preparing a great feast, and the marid prepared to eat his fill, but much of the ingredients were unused, for there was only the one marid to feed; but my great-grandmother said, 'Worry not, I shall package this and none shall go to waste,' and she placed many of the fine victuals into jars and pouches and arranged them all for travel."
"Then the marid said, 'This feast seems quite pleasing to my eye, but my ear is not joyous; it lacks the joy of a great feast.' So my great-grandmother said, 'I can play the setar a bit, but I have none such.' So the marid formed a water-spout again, and then returned with this setar, bejeweled and inlaid, and said, 'Play this!' So it was that my great-grandmother played the setar while the marid ate of the feast."
"At length the marid finished his meal and said, 'This meal was fine and the music pleaseth mine ear, but I am still wroth with thee for slaying my fish.' But my great-grandmother stilled the setar and replied, 'Thou has brought forth all these fine ingredients, and this fine setar, and thou complainest to me of these fish, of which thou couldst simply whisk away any number from the sea or the lakes of the mountains or the waters of the valley! Truly though art a petty genie and thou lackest sense.'"
"At this the marid was wroth for many a moment, then he roared with laughter and said, 'Thou art a woman of cheek! Thine husband knoweth not what kind of fish he catch. Let these be mine gift to thee for thy wedding.' And with that the sun did rise and the people of the caravan awakened, and wondered at all the fine gifts, but my great-grandmother spake only to tell them 'Hie thee to the city! I have a wedding to attend!' And that is the story of my setar."
Picture of Faffnir. Her small tusks and pointy ears are not visible under the cowl.
Clapping her hand for the story is indeed beautiful, Faffnir applauds the tale."You have told a wonderful story. Tell me more, pray. Maybe a story... a story of the sea!"
"All right, all right, I'll tell the story," says Arian as she finishes up the first dance piece. She switches her grip and then strums a very taut, short chord to set the mood.
"Many years ago, my great-grandmother was traveling with a small group of caravaners - she was en route to Okeno, to where she was going to be married to my great-grandfather. She was a young, shrewd woman, not the most beautiful jewel, nor the most skillful and talented, but a bit clever. As I'm told, her parents were somewhat glad to find a husband for her!"
"The caravan stopped at a small palm oasis three days' travel outside of Okeno and everyone bedded down for the night. The drivers watered the camels, the guards posted watches and built a fire, and everyone had supper and then started to doze off to sleep."
Arian strikes another tense chord and says, "So as the story goes, my great-grandmother was eating a few dates for her dessert and she threw the date-pits into the lake, and just as she finished the last date there was a swirling of water and suddenly a great marid rose up out of the oasis!"
"In a terrible, deep voice the marid shouted, 'Who hath slain my beautiful fish?'" says Arian, and she pitches down and vibrates an undercurrent note to underscore the marid's voice.
"Then my great-grandmother noticed many colorful fishes in the water, all upside-down and floating on their backs, and realized that her date-stones had been striking the fishes dead. But not one to be browbeaten she stood up and said, 'I did, and thou art lucky I have finished my dates, or thou wouldst have had the next date-stone!'"
Arian strikes a high chord to simulate her great-grandmother's voice, then continues the story, saying, "The marid was wroth and it threatened her, saying, 'Thou hast slain the joy of mine eye, the beauteous creatures that I watch when I am at leisure, that I brought here all the way from the sea, that they may live in the midst of this desert in uncanny...
"Amazing," Lark replies, "Sadly I have no stories to tell that can even hope to match such a wondrous tale. Truly your family is blessed, surly such wit must run in the blood.
Picture of Faffnir. Her small tusks and pointy ears are not visible under the cowl.
Clapping her hand for the story is indeed beautiful, Faffnir applauds the tale."You have told a wonderful story. Tell me more, pray. Maybe a story... a story of the sea!"
"I have a story. Not about the sea though" - Rorx grumbles - "There was this boy see? All guts and will to do the right thing - I remember as if it was yesterday when he arrived at the platoon, a smile as huge as can be, as if someone ever got happy to join the army" - the half-orc shakes his head - 'Making a difference' he used to say when we were having chow around the fire - 'That makes it all worth while' - he always insisted the Goddess had shown him that was the way" - then downs another gulp of his drink.
"The lads just laughed it off, and even used to push him around some - Heck! I used to push him around some" - he chuckles - "But after that first time when he brought 'Old Grizzler' back to life just with a touch of his hands, no one pushed him around anymore... Most of us couldn't even understand how that could be possible, but it was right there in front of us, shoved down our throats - he commanded Gods inspired magic, and one way or another everyone in the 'Badger Platoon' ended up owing their life to him, to Markus" - the half-orc looks around the table at those sitting down.
"Strange thing was his church didn't recognize his efforts as 'furthering the will of the Goddess', you see? His time 'lost' among a platoon of ex-cons in the army was not deemed 'honorable enough' for him to receive the recognition from his order and move up the hierarchy" - he snickered bitterly - "He didn't care. Hell, none of us cared about it, but it did make a difference in the resources we could muster whenever an incursion was at hand - seems that, if you pull the right strings in the right places, you get equipped just fine - stuff like holy water and magical scrolls you see? But not for him, nor for the platoon - they just didn't deem him or us worth of it. Bunch of bastards all" - and again he is scratching at his forearm absent mindedly.
"The weather was miserable that day" - he presses on, his eyes nailed to the wooden table - "The Badgers operated smoothly - parts were well defined and the hierarchy well taken in - listen to the Sargent, ignore the Captain - it was simple. But the captain wanted me to take the whole platoon into a g#& d%*ned crypt, with confirmed hauntings reported, just like that. We were ill-equipped to deal with any sort of undead menace - as I had reported over six months ago at the Tellis offensive, we had received none of the blanches requested, and Markus still had been refused his robes because the church believed his work to be a waste of resources" - he chuckled as if reminding a distant memory - "The undead concentration pointed to something else in there... And we were supposed to get in the hole, and clean it up. We knew it was going to hurt, but there he was - Markus was brimming with confidence and motivation words, urging us all onward. Even when things got nasty as can be in that Gods forsaken place he was always pushing us forward"
"What happened in there..." - the half orc grimaces, pushing a lock of whitened hair away from his face - "It doesn't matter. Just matters that only me and Lucian, our platoon wizard survived, and Markus... Well... Not his faith, nor his Goddess, nothing was enough in there for him, or for us, so I just dropped his desiccated, hollow corpse in the chapel that served the military quarters - they had found their martyr, and from then onwards I hear they praised his deeds for days on end, but I know nothing about that - I only know he died screaming" - by now the half-orc is grinding his teeth.
"Sense of Duty... It has a nice sound to it does it not? Seems to roll off the tongue... But that is all there is to it - a nice sound..." - he looks around the table - "Don't think there is a punch line to it, not even some sort of morale, you boys and girls understand? Doesn't even matter, it is just a story about a lad... But since we are sharing stories..." - then stares hard at his mug.
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***Important change!***
1. Human Error, mine. I thought I was being witty but made a mistake instead. So the Faith trait spot can be either Magic or Faith.
2. Yes. It's a test of creativity.
I'm afraid I must bow out. This round of game-trawling has been more fruitful than I thought, and I don't want to overload myself. I will continue to refine this character, however, and hope to use him again later.
"All right, all right, I'll tell the story," says Arian as she finishes up the first dance piece. She switches her grip and then strums a very taut, short chord to set the mood. ....
"At this the marid was wroth for many a moment, then he roared with laughter and said, 'Thou art a woman of cheek! Thine husband knoweth not what kind of fish he catch. Let these be mine gift to thee for thy wedding.' And with that the sun did rise and the people of the caravan awakened, and wondered at all the fine gifts, but my great-grandmother spake only to tell them 'Hie thee to the city! I have a wedding to attend!' And that is the story of my setar."
Okaris applauds,"Well done! My family has a similar story about my grandfather, except he killed a mule." With a large grin shrugs his shoulders and raises his palms, "All my grandmother got was a jack@$$ out of the deal"
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The future
Isadriewen smiles at Lark. "The tattoos are exquisite, are they not? One of the benefits of having artists as friends is that I know several talented tattoo artists. Oh, I've tried to ink a tatoo, but I confess that flesh is a wholly different medium than canvas. Canvas tends to bleed less and does not complain nearly as much over the final results!"
She laughs to herself and takes a long drink from her ale. "You ask the meaning of my tattoos? Its complicated. The flames and verdant scenes represent my conflicted nature. The orchids represent artistic beauty and creativity. The flames represent my driven and mercurial nature."
Isadriewen pauses and stares long at the candles burning low on the bar room table. "Honestly, the flames have a deeper meaning. Have you ever had a recurring dream? A dream that comes back to you night after night and leaves you pondering the boundaries between the waking and dream world? I have such a dream. In the dream I am in a land of fire. The flames infuse my tattoos, my art and my very world view."
Isadriewen stops and finishes her drink. "But perhaps it is the ale that is speaking now. My art has always spoken better than I. The bartender was kind enough to hold my easel and brushes behind the bar. Would you all be kind enough to allow me to paint you?"
; Raised in Ketapesh
; Both parents are alive (though her mother is missing)
; No siblings
; Middle class birth
; Yeomen - parents were semi-nomadic freeholders while living in Ketapesh's savanna hinterlands.
; Mentorship - patronage; while living in the desert, Isadreiwen made friends with an andro-sphinx name Hermeesa whom helped her develop her latent arcane talents.
; Proud heritage; Isadriewen's father was a prominent sorcerer or the arcane bloodline
; The champion; while at university in Absalom, Isadriewenn had many competitive friends. Once such, Cellawyn Cayentelva, whom would eventually become a magus, would push Isadriewen hard in her studies. Isadriwen has been highly competitive and ambitious ever since - excelling to be the best at her craft.
; Violent crime; Isadriewen's family was forced to fend off gnolls more than once when they lived in the desert. During once such encounter, she was forced to brutally kill a gnoll. When her life or the life of a friend or love one is threatened, she takes on a violent, feral nature.
; Clergy; the gnoll that Isadriewen slew was a cleric of Lamashtu; she has no guilt over slaying the vile beast
; Hatred/malice; Isadriewen harbors an intense hatred of gnolls.
; No romantic connection - ever. Isadriewen is too afraid of being hurt to enter into a relationship.
Isadriewen smiles at Lark. "The tattoos are exquisite, are they not? One of the benefits of having artists as friends is that I know several talented tattoo artists. Oh, I've tried to ink a tatoo, but I confess that flesh is a wholly different medium than canvas. Canvas tends to bleed less and does not complain nearly as much over the final results!"
She laughs to herself and takes a long drink from her ale. "You ask the meaning of my tattoos? Its complicated. The flames and verdant scenes represent my conflicted nature. The orchids represent artistic beauty and creativity. The flames represent my driven and mercurial nature."
Isadriewen pauses and stares long at the candles burning low on the bar room table. "Honestly, the flames have a deeper meaning. Have you ever had a recurring dream? A dream that comes back to you night after night and leaves you pondering the boundaries between the waking and dream world? I have such a dream. In the dream I am in a land of fire. The flames infuse my tattoos, my art and my very world view."
Isadriewen stops and finishes her drink. "But perhaps it is the ale that is speaking now. My art has always spoken better than I. The bartender was kind enough to hold my easel and brushes behind the bar. Would you all be kind enough to allow me to paint you?"
"Yes, I can say that I have had dreams like that. The ones that, consume you, haunt you long after you escape into the waking world. I," He halts, a faraway look in his eyes. "In my dreams I see, I see an old friend. She calls out to me and her voice fills the air, multiplying into a cacophony of voices. In this dream I run to her but as I do my body become suffused with light, it weighs me down and I collapse to my knees. My friend runs to me but before she reaches me I wake up."
He pauses look into his cup. "You wish to paint us?" He says, putting the conversation behind him. "I see no harm in it, try to capture my good side." He jokes, striking a few poses.
Picture of Faffnir. Her small tusks and pointy ears are not visible under the cowl.
Clapping her hand for the story is indeed beautiful, Faffnir applauds the tale."You have told a wonderful story. Tell me more, pray. Maybe a story... a story of the sea!"
"I have a story. Not about the sea though" - Rorx grumbles - "There was this boy see? All guts and will to do the right thing - I remember as if it was yesterday when he arrived at the platoon, a smile as huge as can be, as if someone ever got happy to join the army" - the half-orc shakes his head - 'Making a difference' he used to say when we were having chow around the fire - 'That makes it all worth while' - he always insisted the Goddess had shown him that was the way" - then downs another gulp of his drink.
"The lads just laughed it off, and even used to push him around some - Heck! I used to push him around some" - he chuckles - "But after that first time when he brought 'Old Grizzler' back to life just with a touch of his hands, no one pushed him around anymore... Most of us couldn't even understand how that could be possible, but it was right there in front of us, shoved down our throats - he commanded Gods inspired magic, and one way or another everyone in the 'Badger Platoon' ended up owing their life to him, to Markus" - the half-orc looks around the table at those sitting down.
"Strange thing was his church didn't recognize his efforts as 'furthering the will of the Goddess', you see? His time 'lost' among a platoon of ex-cons in the army was not deemed 'honorable enough' for him to receive the recognition from his order and move up the hierarchy" - he snickered bitterly - "He didn't care. Hell, none of us cared about it, but it did make a difference in the resources we could muster whenever an incursion was...
Lark raises a mug, something about the story putting him at unease. "I hope he found more peace with his goddess, who ever she was, than with his church."
Heavy combat
Faffnyr (Helikon): Half-Orc paladin
Naatme (spazmodeus): Human monk
Riceak Swordhand (SCKnightHero1): Human (Varisian) fighter (armor master)
Lark Baker (Balancer): Human paladin (sacred servant)
Ozmid (TheWaskally): Half-Orc fighter (dervish of dawn)
Arcane magic
Isadriewen Fage Llewellenar (wehrpig): Half-Elf sorcerer (arcane bloodline)
Divine magic
Skills
Okaris al Abbas (G-unit): Human bard (dawnflower dervish)
Rorx (Edeldhur): Half-orc bard
Arian al-Okeno (Jesse Heinig): Human (Kelish) slayer (velvet blade)
Unknown/Incomplete
Nickadeamous: Elf, class unknown
Heavy combat
Faffnyr (Helikon): Half-Orc paladin
Naatme (spazmodeus): Human monk
Riceak Swordhand (SCKnightHero1): Human (Varisian) fighter (armor master)
Lark Baker (Balancer): Human paladin (sacred servant)
Ozmid (TheWaskally): Half-Orc fighter (dervish of dawn)Arcane magic
Isadriewen Fage Llewellenar (wehrpig): Half-Elf sorcerer (arcane bloodline)Divine magic
Skills
Okaris al Abbas (G-unit): Human bard (dawnflower dervish)
Rorx (Edeldhur): Half-orc bard
Arian al-Okeno (Jesse Heinig): Human (Kelish) slayer (velvet blade)Unknown/Incomplete
Nickadeamous: Elf, class unknown
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Cheers
Near as I can tell there's no HL module for the Legacy of Fire AP.
So I hope the Campaign trait you mentioned in your guidelines doesn't need anything (that costs) extra for HL.
I'll see if I can put together a thematic-ish character to apply.
I was thinking of a half-orc sorcerer.
Roll background, first, then start writing!
Yeah! That's the way to do it (sometimes)!
I'll get to work on the other details with those background results as a framework.
A couple of quick questions before I forget re character creation:
• What is the campaign trait (or traits)?
• That would be four traits with drawbacks?
• Would the choice of traits be limited to the choices made in the background rolls?
Thanks!
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Oh, nuts! I just realised I forgot all about the parents' profession and influential associates in the background thing.
A couple of quick questions before I forget re character creation:
• What is the campaign trait (or traits)?
• That would be four traits with drawbacks?
• Would the choice of traits be limited to the choices made in the background rolls?Thanks!
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Oh, nuts! I just realised I forgot all about the parents' profession and influential associates in the background thing.
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To be honest, you can use Google and find the Player's Guide online easily(effortlessly really) and get the information yourself. Forgive me if I sound rude, but that's what I did. Usually, the guides are free but this one isn't and it sucks.
And yes. You are correct, you will have 4 traits without drawbacks but one of them is a campaign trait. So, choose a combat trait, a faith or magic trait, a social trait, and the campaign trait. Use them as part of your PC's story. You'll see that having four traits lets you have a better glimpse into your character and his story, that's the reason for that decision.
No, you can have any traits you want for your character. I like variety.
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Roll background, first, then start writing!
Yeah! That's the way to do it (sometimes)!
Just play and build while you play. It gets the kinks out. And make something that fits your style and your interests, that's priority.
To be honest, you can use Google and find the Player's Guide online easily(effortlessly really) and get the information yourself. Forgive me if I sound rude, but that's what I did. Usually, the guides are free but this one isn't and it sucks.
And yes. You are correct, you will have 4 traits without drawbacks but one of them is a campaign trait. So, choose a combat trait, a faith or magic trait, a social trait, and the campaign trait. Use them as part of your PC's story. You'll see that having four traits lets you have a better glimpse into your character and his story, that's the reason for that decision.
No, you can have any traits you want for your character. I like variety.
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Just play and build while you play. It gets the kinks out. And make something that fits your style and your interests, that's priority.
Thanks for the clarifications.
I actually used Google this time. I usually do, but not always.
You're right; the Legacy of Fire Player's Guide PDF isn't free (drat!).
I might buy that later, if I make your short list.
For now, I found a list of the campaign traits here.
Now I have a better idea how to proceed!
I'll do the number crunching bits and a bit of a story write up.
Thanks again!
To be honest, you can use Google and find the Player's Guide online easily(effortlessly really) and get the information yourself. Forgive me if I sound rude, but that's what I did. Usually, the guides are free but this one isn't and it sucks.
And yes. You are correct, you will have 4 traits without drawbacks but one of them is a campaign trait. So, choose a combat trait, a faith or magic trait, a social trait, and the campaign trait. Use them as part of your PC's story. You'll see that having four traits lets you have a better glimpse into your character and his story, that's the reason for that decision.
No, you can have any traits you want for your character. I like variety.
⋮
Just play and build while you play. It gets the kinks out. And make something that fits your style and your interests, that's priority.
Thanks for the clarifications.
I actually used Google this time. I usually do, but not always.
You're right; the Legacy of Fire Player's Guide PDF isn't free (drat!).
I might buy that later, if I make your short list.
For now, I found a list of the campaign traits here.Now I have a better idea how to proceed!
I'll do the number crunching bits and a bit of a story write up.
Thanks again!
I'd recommend joining in right away and work on the numbers while you figure out his personality. Applications end this Tuesday, which is a week since this thread was birthed.
I'd recommend joining in right away and work on the numbers while you figure out his personality. Applications end this Tuesday, which is a week since this thread was birthed.
Okay, thanks!
Picture of Faffnir. Her small tusks and pointy ears are not visible under the cowl.
Clapping her hand for the story is indeed beautiful, Faffnir applauds the tale."You have told a wonderful story. Tell me more, pray. Maybe a story... a story of the sea!"
A somewhat dishevelled traveller enters the Comely Ogre.
A young heavily tattooed and weather-beaten half-orc.
His orc-features are not as prominent as many.
He quietly orders a large meal and large amount of tea.
After eating his fill, he approaches the other travellers.
"Forgive my interruption. My name is Nurûsh. From Lamasara, in Thuvia. Until recently."
His voice and manner exudes a silver tongue that is at odds with his rough edges.
"I myself was with a Caravan travelling to Sothis"
"A sand-storm engulfed us and I became hopelessly lost."
"Luckily, I had had some supplies with me that saw me through."
"Which brings me here, of course. Trying to find a living."
A somewhat dishevelled traveller enters the Comely Ogre.
A young heavily tattooed and weather-beaten half-orc.
His orc-features are not as prominent as many.
He quietly orders a large meal and large amount of tea.
After eating his fill, he approaches the other travellers."Forgive my interruption. My name is Nurûsh. From Lamasara, in Thuvia. Until recently."
His voice and manner exudes a silver tongue that is at odds with his rough edges."I myself was with a Caravan travelling to Sothis"
"A sand-storm engulfed us and I became hopelessly lost."
"Luckily, I had had some supplies with me that saw me through."
"Which brings me here, of course. Trying to find a living."
Lark gestures at the stool next to his, "Come sit with us, we're just sharing stories of our lives. Perhaps you could regale us with one?"
Lark raises a mug, something about the story putting him at unease. "I hope he found more peace with his goddess, who ever she was, than with his church."
"Don't know much about Gods and Goddesses, but I'll toast to that" - Rorx raises his mug - "He deserves some peace"
"Forgive my interruption. My name is Nurûsh. From Lamasara, in Thuvia. Until recently."
His voice and manner exudes a silver tongue that is at odds with his rough edges."I myself was with a Caravan travelling to Sothis"
"A sand-storm engulfed us and I became hopelessly lost."
"Luckily, I had had some supplies with me that saw me through."
"Which brings me here, of course. Trying to find a living."
"Heh, that sucks" - Rorx chuckles, shaking the dread memories away - "Sand storm you say? Best sit down and grab something to drink - wash that sand right off!" - he adds - "Name's Rorx"
"So what is it that you do for a living when you aren't stranded by a sandstorm?" asks Arian, still dangling her feet from the edge of the table. "Was it this same sandstorm that blew in you foreigners from distant lands?" she says to Nurûsh and Lark.
"Don't know much about Gods and Goddesses, but I'll toast to that" - Rorx raises his mug - "He deserves some peace"
"To those we left behind." Lark toasts, draining his mug before slamming it down. "So," He asks, framing his words carefully. "What's dragged you over to this part of the world?"
Turning to Arian with a shake of his head. "I can't say, didn't encounter any storms on my travel. Well, sandy storms that is, and a few bandits. And there was that one encounter with a sphinx, turns out he only wanted to chat for a bit. Nice chap, shame he ate our pack camel but rather it than us and he did ask nicely after all." He says, the liquor starting to open him up a bit.
"You're very far from home, is all. How did you come to get all the way in Katapesh? Why go so far to such a foreign land?" says Arian.
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With the gms blessing I swap faffnir from paladin to cleric. The tale is the same, it is about finding faith as former slave
With the gms blessing I swap faffnir from paladin to cleric. The tale is the same, it is about finding faith as former slave
Okaris listens to the outlanders and their tale trying to focus an their words but try as he might he has trouble. But all this talk of sandstorms reminds him of night he found the note from Haleen, Best get to the matter I came here for. He rises from his seat and with a quick bow announces to the table, Many pardons, excuse me for a moment."
He swaggers up to the mahogany bar, which is worn with age. It takes a second to get the beleaguered bartenders attention but eventually the man makes his way over to Okaris and ask in a voice that sounds as dry as the desert, "What ya need."
"Many blessings upon you and your establishment good master," Okaris begins. "I seek information about a friend," He asks as he slides a few silver coins across the bar toward the bartender. The bartender deftly picks the coins up and they quickly disappear into his purse with a faint clank.
"I am Okaris al Abbas, servant of the Dawnflower, and I am trying to find my friend who has gone missing." He smiles, takes a breath and with a pleading look continues, "My friends name is Haleen, and she would not go unnoticed as she possesses a firery disposition and hair of red to match her attitude.
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A somewhat dishevelled traveller enters the Comely Ogre.
A young heavily tattooed and weather-beaten half-orc.
His orc-features are not as prominent as many.
He quietly orders a large meal and large amount of tea.
After eating his fill, he approaches the other travellers."Forgive my interruption. My name is Nurûsh. From Lamasara, in Thuvia. Until recently."
His voice and manner exudes a silver tongue that is at odds with his rough edges."I myself was with a Caravan travelling to Sothis"
"A sand-storm engulfed us and I became hopelessly lost."
"Luckily, I had had some supplies with me that saw me through."
"Which brings me here, of course. Trying to find a living."
Naamte turns to then newcomer and nods a greeting, "You must have encountered the same storm that I had, " she says, raising her dust infused arm wraps , "You are lucky to have made it through, the haboob is nothing to trifle with."
With a gesture she indicates that Nurush should avail himself of the fruit and bread and ale upon the table.
Nurûrsh nods politely to everyone in turn with their introductions.
"Thank you for letting me join you. You are all too kind."
"I am feeling rather parched. I will just have tea and water. I was at death's door the last time I had liquor."
… he then drains a pitcher of water and then starts sipping on tea …
"Truth be known, I was porter in a caravan. We had been set upon by bandits when that sandstorm engulfed all of us."
"That is how I came to be hopelessly lost. Luck was with me, of course. That's what these are for."
… he rolls up one of his sleeves to show an abundance of geometric tattoos …
"Luck provided me with pack camel with food and drink. And kept the bandits away."
"It wasn't all good luck, though. I indulged myself in two small vials of exquisite tasting liqueur amongst the supplies."
"Soon after, I was deathly ill and helpless for several days. It was all I could do to camp out until I recovered."
"After that, I had a rather odd affinity for fire I never had before."
… Nurûrsh then has another sip of tea …
"I somehow managed to blunder into Katapesh. I had no choice but to sell that camel and its goods. I am not keen on returning to Thuvia, either."
"The caravan master would doubtless want to punish a 'mere' half-orc for stealing a camel and its cargo. Especially since that cargo was belonged to his son."
… he then concludes with a relaxed toothy grin …
"I cannot complain. At least I'm still alive, despite all that."
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With a gesture she indicates that Nurush should avail himself of the fruit and bread and ale upon the table.
Spitting out discreetly in a corner, sacrificing water to appeas gozreh and the storms in this country Faffnyr replies."Alas, the storms are not to be trifled with. It can be a harsh country, the weather unforgiving, but close to the cities it is better. But one never knows when the next storm comes and woe to the traveler caught unprepared!"
- Town or Village
- Both alive
- 1d2 & 1d2 half-
- Bastard born
- Artisans
- Imprisoned
- Mercenary
- Minor theft
- Soldier or warrior
- Justice
- Several inconsequential
- Racist
"I cannot deny I am astoundingly lucky to still be alive."
"Between getting lost in the desert and arriving in Katapesh, I met nobody."
"Not even gnoll slavers. That would have been … "
"Especially for me!"
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Heavy combat
Faffnyr (Helikon): Half-Orc paladin
Naatme (spazmodeus): Human monk
Riceak Swordhand (SCKnightHero1): Human (Varisian) fighter (armor master)
Lark Baker (Balancer): Human paladin (sacred servant)
Ozmid (TheWaskally): Half-Orc fighter (dervish of dawn)Arcane magic
Isadriewen Fage Llewellenar (wehrpig): Half-Elf sorcerer (arcane bloodline)Divine magic
Skills
Okaris al Abbas (G-unit): Human bard (dawnflower dervish)
Rorx (Edeldhur): Half-orc bard
Arian al-Okeno (Jesse Heinig): Human (Kelish) slayer (velvet blade)Unknown/Incomplete
Nickadeamous: Elf, class unknown
Just to add that the idea with Rorx is actually making him an skill/combat hybrid by taking probably 2 levels of fighter along the way ;)
The bartender wipes the bar with a dirty rag as he listens to Okaris. Halfway through the conversation the bartender picks up a pitcher and begins pouring an opaque white liquid into a large glass. When Okaris concludes the bartender pushes the glass towards him and says knowingly, ”Here this will help you forget any lass, it’s called Milk of the Lion and is made from the aniseed seed. Trust me you aren’t the first man to have drown his loss.”
Dumbfounded Okaris weakly objects, ”But, no … it’s not like that … we weren’t …. I mean she was just a friend.”
”Sure,” the bartender replies sagely. ”Tell you what, if I hear anything about this Haleen with the fiery temperament I’ll let you know,” he adds with a wink as moves to the other end of the bar to help another customer.
Okaris lethargically picks up the drink and takes a gulp not even noticing the taste of the liquor. He places the drink down and removes a worn letter from inside his robes and begins reading it. What am I missing, there has to be some clue hidden within, some cypher I have over looked, he wonders, frustrated by his inability to find his friend.
Looking up as Okaris chats with the bartender Lark notices as the conversation takes it's toll on the man. Excusing himself from the table he heads over to where Okaris is glumly reading a letter.
"Is everything okay?" Lark asks taking a seat next to him, waving the bartender away. "Is there anything I can do that might help? You only have to ask." He offers, placing a hand on Okaris shoulder in concern.
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I've updated Nurûrsh's profile with all the number crunchy bits.
He sat and listened as the others talked. They all had such wonderful stories. He felt a little embarrassed. Most of his life had taken place in the quiet studies of various scholars that his parents had introduced him to. He had no grand stories of adventure, no wild tales of battle or romance.
A little disappointed that he was not going to be purchasing his desired commodity, he nodded towards Isadriewen and accepted a drink. Unaccustomed to such concoctions, he almost choked on his first swig. A loud coughing fit caused what little color he had to drain away. Once he regained his breath, he offered up a shallow "tasty."
Eventually, a thought occurred to him. With so many well traveled and experienced individuals, surely someone would be able to offer some insight. He slid the large book off of his lap and placed it on the table, careful to not spill any drinks. As he opened the spell book he looked around the table.
"Would any of you have any experience in deciphering magical scripts? I inherited this spell book recently and while I have spent countless nights trying to make sense of its contents, I fear I have yet to understand any of it. Nethys must be very disappointed with me."
"Is everything okay?" Lark asks taking a seat next to him, waving the bartender away. "Is there anything I can do that might help? You only have to ask." He offers, placing a hand on Okaris shoulder in concern.
Okaris looks up from his letter startled from his reminiscing. He recognizes the Outladnder called Lark catching the end of his offer. Okaris gives a faint smile and asks, "Do Chelaxians have the power to find the desire of a persons hart, even if they have let it slip through there fingers?"