Vaylen - The Precipice of War

Game Master Kibeth

Name – Jubal Breakbottle
Race – Gnome
Class – Veiled Illusionist
Alignment – Neutral. Jubal currently has a very flexible moral compass. He has never had any role-models with strong moral compasses either nor faced any defining life events.
Appearance – Jubal cultivates an a very manicured, classic fashion statement that is lost on anyone without significant wealth. His tailor is admired; his shoe cobbler is by appointment only; and his body is professionally groomed. To those who do not or cannot appreciate the details, he appears as an average-sized, well-dressed (courtier’s outfit) gnome with deep purple hair, moustache, and beard.
Personality – Jubal believes that he has life figured out and is “on track” for his life plan. He is courteous and gracious to everyone knowing how important all relationships are. His biggest fear is discovering a secret that will get him or his fiancée killed, like his father, mother, and grandfather.
Ten Minute Background
Step 1 Background:

1. Jubal was born and raised in the city-state of Rayne. He has only vacationed beyond the city a few times throughout his eighty-one years. His family has known relative wealth, since his grandfather made a name for himself as a successful illusionist for hire to the city elite.
2. Jubal works in the firm of Breakbottle and Sons, a partnership of skilled illusionists that was founded by his grandfather. They take contracts to animate social gatherings and installing permanent illusions for elite architecture. The firm is one of the most respected in the city.
3. Jubal just made full partner. He prefers social gatherings, as opposed to working with architects and artists. He leads the partnership cultivating business among the elite.
4. Jubal is active in the elite social network attending all sorts of social gatherings like opera, plays, parties, weddings, fund-raisers, etc. He also belongs to several social clubs.
5. Jubal is suave and debonair. He always dresses well (courtier’s outfit) and keeps the real jewelry secured but ready for service.
6. Several months ago before becoming partner, Jubal became engaged to a wealthy socialite, Artemis Honeyblossom. They met at a social gathering that he worked and had been dating for almost a decade. The wedding date has not been set.
7. Jubal’s father specialized in permanent illusions for the firm. His last client had him and Jubal’s mother killed to protect his secrets. For this reason, Jubal doesn’t like the business of permanent illusions and secrets of the elites.

Step 2 Goals:
1. Jubal feels that the next step in his life is marriage and starting a family. He’s not in a hurry but believes that it is the proper step forward.
2. Jubal wants to live a full life and retire in peace and prosperity away from the elite social networks.
3. I want him to be ripped from the routine and personal plan of his life, and adventure thrust upon him.
4. I want him to face strong moral dilemmas that will define his otherwise flexible moral character.

Step 3 Secrets:
1. Jubal’s grandfather retired in peace and prosperity after faking his death. His last client wanted to ensure that the secrets of his new palace would not leak, so the architect, craftsmen, and everyone with intimate knowledge received death contracts. Of his family, only Jubal is aware that his grandfather is alive and living on a country estate.
2. Jubal’s mother and father might also be alive. They buried bodies, but that can be faked, too.
3. Jubal is not aware that his fiancée’s family wealth comes from theft and blackmail activities. Artemis Honeyblossom scouts for the family business looking for potential targets and secrets to leverage.

Step 4 NPCs:
1. Artemis Honeyblossom (cohort) truly loves Jubal. She may have started the relationship to assist her cover for her family’s business, but she has fallen in love with him over the years. She has been well trained by her family as a Bard (detective) but has concealed her abilities to Disable Device.
2. Phineas Fuzzlecrisp is the senior partner of the firm and Jubal’s uncle by marriage to his aunt. He leads the business for permanent illusions succeeding Jubal’s father who succeeded the grandfather.
3. Cullen Peppercourt was heartbroken when Artemis accepted Jubal’s engagement. He is a gnome necromancer who worships Artemis. He has a successful business in the city as a professional necromancer providing undead labor and speaking to the dead.

Step 5 mannerisms:
1. Jubal is a creature of habit. He has had the same tailors, cobblers, and barbers for decades. He regularly enjoys the same restaurants and sights in the city. His routine provides great comfort to Jubal and enables him to focus on developing new business and being innovative with his illusions and magic.
2. Jubal obsessively prepares and practices his illusions. His personal library is very large focusing on the descriptions of strange creatures and magical effects to fuel his illusionary arsenal.
3. Jubal is obsessed with fashion and his appearance. He ensures that his wardrobe classically fits for all levels of the elite.
4. Jubal does not have a strong moral compass. He believes in thriving in the environment.
RP Sample
”Why yes, my lord, you are most observant. The knight, his warhorse, and the dragon were all major images that I maintained and synchronized with the story.” Jubal graciously responds to his host and employer.

”I thought only one image could be maintained at a time, especially major images.” Lord Farnal continued his interrogation to demonstrate to his peers later that he possessed knowledge that they did not have. He was very pleased with the glorious applause that his entertainers received, because it would most certainly be spread throughout the city increasing his grandiose reputation, at least more grandiose than his rival, Lord Harconim.

”Why yes, my lord, again you are correct. However, for gifted gnomes such as Breakbottle and Sons, our illusions are almost effortless.” Jubal smiled with a nod of his head. To continue to fluff the lord’s ego more than his own, Jubal directed Lord Farnal’s appreciation to the narrator, ”Master Cullen is a most skillful storyteller. Without his story, my illusions would lack context, background, and emotion. You might as well as have ordered a permanent illusion.” He added that last bit without conviction for the sake of the partnership.

”You are most skillful Master Breakbottle. Now, I must thank Master Cullen.” With the shake of the hand and nod of the head, Lord Farnal continued to work his room. Jubal took a deep breath to enjoy the reprieve and pause in the ‘pressing of the flesh’ as his father had trained him. And then there she was. Almost glowing in her dazzling gown of iridescent purple, his fiancée flawlessly glided through the throng toward him. Jubal felt like the luckiest gnome in Vaylen to be engaged to the beautiful Artemis Honeyblossom.

True Neutral, with faint leanings towards good. Morality is something of a complex issue for Matinos with a variety of conflicting drives. His parentage lights the dark path towards evil, and gives him a fairly relaxed view of some of the darker aspects of human nature, further reinforced by his chosen profession which involves a good deal of necromancy. That being said the people that raised him—not his true parents of course--were good, honest folk and instilled in him the values of charity and selflessness. Most of the time he just wants to be left to his research and study to pursue the joy on knowledge and enlightenment.

Matinos is actually quite attractive, inheriting his father’s unnatural grace and beauty, and having his own, boyish sort of charm. He’s not a particularly vain person, so his brown hair is often a bit on the long and unkempt side, while he doesn’t seem to grow much in the way of facial hair. He keeps himself clean and dresses well, with simple but well made clothes, comparable in quality to a well to do artisan. He stands fairly tall at 6’3”, but quite thin, weighing in at approx 173 lbs, and though healthy he has a pallor to his skin, another trait inherited from his unnatural parentage.

Matinos, or Mati as his friend, Sielthra has taken to calling him, is rather an odd duckling; owing to his vampiric father and the isolation that has resulted in, he has achieved an odd balance between self-sufficiency and ineptitude. Though a generally friendly guy, his social skills are fairly underdeveloped, and his advanced age (Dhampir age comparably to Elves) has left him a little melancholy after his family has all largely passed on. It generally doesn’t keep him down too long, only suffering the occasional binge session before he’s up and back to work, trying to unlock the secrets of the universe, and his own odd ancestry. Necromancy has become something of an obsession, and while he’s not averse to dabbling with undead or the darker sides of the art, it doesn’t call to him like some, he has no desire to see the world burn, but to experience it instead.

• Indebted to The Mozthgha Consortium, a criminal organization which funds his research
  
• Raised by his cousins in Rayne when his mother disappeared after giving birth to him. His father was likewise absent, being an unknown vampire from the Blightlands.
  
• Always been fascinated with discovering how things work, led to studying magic in order to uncover the greater secrets of the universe.
  
• Largely oblivious to other’s distrust/dislike of his heritage, is happy in solitude as it allows him to focus on his work and studies, but does not deliberately exclude others in order to obtain it.
  
• Fascinated by discovery of unique powers of his own blood with regards to the necromantic arts.
  
• Limited experience with the world outside his studies and small circle of friends and associates.
  
• Mixed thoughts of his own vampirism.

• I would like to explore the relationship with Matinos’ absent father (the vampire), and the inheritance of blood cravings (not mechanically necessary I know, but I feel it makes the character more interesting and complex).
  
• Matinos would someday like to visit with his pen-pal in Aeonar, Odlar Mindossa and meet the person he considers to be a good friend.
  
• Matinos has occasional daydreams of contacting Nethys and finding out what really happened to him, and the circumstances around his gifting arcane knowledge and resulting punishment.

• Has an unexpressed crush on a Half-Elven lass named Ilaelis who teaches at a woodworking college within the city. He met her once when purchasing some furniture from her father’s store to set up his lab, and has semi-stalked her since, watching from afar with no clue how to approach her.
  
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• Matinos’ Blood (and some of his research) is being used by the criminal organization he ‘works’ for to create a new type of highly dangerous/potent Mana Potion.

• Ilaelis Kareel, a Half-Elven artisan and teacher at a Rayne woodworking college, and the distant recipient of Matinos’ affections, of which she seems unaware. Lives with her brother Tyisri and Human father Enardi at his shop in the artisan district.
  
• Known to Matinos only as Eolo, the Half-Orc is the Lieutenant given the task of dealing with Matinos by the leadership of the Mozthgha Consortium. He is also the most frequent source for solutions to Matinos’ infrequent ‘cravings’ providing ‘willing’ partners to Matinos.
  
• Odlar Mindossa, a Human from Aeonar whom Matinos has been corresponding with for over a decade now. He shares Matinos’ interest in unusual blood and it’s uses in magic.
  
• Sielthra, Male Elf and Matinos’ closest friend in Rayne. The two met at a bar where they were both drowning their sorrows, Matinos after the death of his last sibling, and Sielthra after the end of a looong term relationship. The mutual drunkenness and shenanigans they got up to that night formed an odd bond between the pair and they have remained friends, drinking buddies, and hopeless bachelors ever since.
  
• Taia, a female Half-Orc out for Matinos’ blood, literally. After her brother, Serenn had an unfortunate reaction to the potions made from Matinos’ blood, leaving him mentally unhinged, Taia has put her efforts towards infiltrating the Consortium. She hopes to discover the source of the illicit potions and put an end to their production, which in this case, would mean putting an end to Matinos.

• One of Matinos’ most vivid memories of his long childhood, while still living with his adopted family is of his first feeding. Only a teenager at the time the events leading up to it remain fuzzy, the boy experiencing something akin to a blackout, before he ‘came to’ with warm blood dripping from his chin and fangs. The feel of the stray dog’s life fading in his hands will always stay with him, and though it was not the most intense sensation he has experienced (nothing compared to his first taste of human blood...) it has remained with him, and he has always managed to keep control when those infrequent ‘cravings’ hit him, and has not drunk a ‘victim’ to death again.
  
• The thrill of discovery will always stay with Matinos, it is the reason he lives; everything else seems secondary when he is in his lab, amidst sample dishes, scroll and books of formulae and other beakers and notes. Each time he unlocks a new secret the satisfaction of understanding washes through him, making all the failures and petty concerns fade away. It is pure.
  
• The loss of his adopted parents was another moment of realization for Matinos, they died not from some great tragedy, no vicious monster attack, no accident; but from old age. Sitting in the old family house, with his siblings all looking decades older than himself, their own children playing in one of the other rooms he was forced to accept that they would all be gone before him. He had seen elves with the same look that stared back at him in the window reflection, the Forlorn ones, but he had never realized, never even considered that he might suffer a similar fate.

Baaahhhh, I’m bad at just coming up with something... *sigh* Well, let’s see what I can do...
By the time Matinos had roused to consciousness the knocking had become more of a hammering. Blinking the sleep out of his eyes Mati looked around in confusion. The lab? What was he doing here? He must have been working late again... it was all a bit of a blur, and the hammering wasn’t helping the headache he seemed to be sporting.
Pushing himself to his feet Matinos shuffled slowly over to the door. What had he been doing last night? He’d gone out with Sielthra, they’d brinking drinking... so why was he at his lab. Ugh it was too hard to think... ”Alright, I’m coming!” he called, grumbling and rubbing at his face, coming away with a scrap of parchment that must have been stuck to his cheek. He was about to throw it away before he realized there was something written on it, and not in his normal, relatively neat hand, but Sielthra’s scrawl, a date and time. What was that about?
The hammering on the door started up again, forcing him from his reverie. ”Matinos! Open up!” ordered the muffled voice of Eolo. Matinos sighed, folding the note and sticking it in a pocket to figure out later. Unlatching the door he stumbles back as it is pushed open abruptly to reveal the short Half-Orc that was the go-between for Matinos and his ‘employers’. ”Smeg, you’re a mess Matinos.” he complained, letting himself in to look around at the relatively spacious and well appointed lab now considerably less orderly after the Necromancer–come-Scientist had slept on, and drooled over one of the tables. ”You knew we were comin’ today right? You got the letter? Sheesh, all this way for nothing.” the Half-Orc continues to mutter to himself.
”That... wasn’t that the 5th?” he asks uncertainly, casting his gaze around, before approaching a desk and pulling out a drawer, extracting a letter with a broken seal from it.
”Yeah, it was. Guess what the date is?” he asks, looking at Matinos.
”It... wow I must have really drunk too much.” he murmurs, pouring himself a glass of water from a pitcher. He remembered what he thought was the previous night. He hadn’t intended to drink so much but Sielthra’s latest girlfriend had broken up with him, and he could hardly let his friend drown his sorrows alone. ”Sorry Eolo... I’ll have to reschedule, it won’t be any good today.” he informed his business associate. He wouldn’t quite call Eolo a friend, but they got along fairly well, as long as things went smoothly. The man had come for a fresh sample of Matinos’ blood--to ‘collect the rent’ as he put it--but after last night Matinos couldn’t make any guarantees it wasn’t still drenched in gin.
”Think I don’t know that, ya smeg-head. Don’t go doin’ anything stupid like that again, we’ll be back in a couple days. Cmon doc.” Without further ceremony the greenish skinned Lieutenant makes for the door, waving the doctor who’d accompanied him ahead of him, leaving the still woozy wizard to recuperate and straighten up. Never again...

Name: Lineera Kinafin

Race: Drow

Class: Cleric or Magic Class or Generally Necromancer of some kind... still in the works.

TN "(In character) I believe in protecting the welfare of all the peoples of the world. People tend to want to add terms like "good" or "evil" to people, but I personally think this just gets in the way. While many in the church do much great work, often times tenets or bureaucracy or restrictions can get in the way of this.

Not to say that these don't serve their purpose, but it was a coalition of people from all walks of life, the good, the bad, the misguided, who in the end saved us from the Planar Wars by creating the Planar Seal. If we hold that one way of doing things is inherently better than the other without exception, then we not only deny ourselves from seeking out the best path, but we forget the contributions of those who came before us in those dark times.

But um, sorry, I'm getting off track. I seek to help all people, live fulfilled lives, and when the time comes as it does to all people, help them greet their deaths with peace instead of anxiety. Sometimes doing this requires doing things some find unsavory, but for the good of the people, it's a small price. Uh, does that explain it?"

Lineera stands a modest 5'8" (by Drow standards) and weighs in at 121lbs. With the typical white hair and eyes and grey skin of her people, Lineera fails to stand out in the crowd with exception to her blithe smiles. Unlike most Drow who while still polite, and friendly, Lineera's smiles show her unguarded nature and never seem to be hiding anything themselves.

Her hair, which loose would fall to her shoulder blades, is typically tied up in a no frills ponytail. While she doesn't take a particularly elaborate approach to her grooming, she is fastidious about it. Every other day (or every day if involved in sweaty work at the time) days, she baths thoroughly, applying perfumes and oils afterwards. In terms of clothing, she is alas plagued by the skimpy clothing that tends to plague the Drow. Attempts to blend into society at large (which may well frown upon this) has led to her typically being covered head to ankle in a long, black, hooded cloak. But as not a full Robe, the loose fastenings tend to give the average viewer an understanding that not that much else lies beneath.

When in cities or cultures that frown upon such a method of dress, Lineera often reveals her clothes to in fact be a set of Glammared Full Plate, which she usually keeps hidden out of her personal sense of aesthetics. The only hint of this is the magic radiating off of her and her well toned muscles implying a more rigorous life-style than she seems to lead. And the fact that the flail hanging at her side doesn't seem to constantly bruise her thigh. On her right arm, a wooden shield bound in leather and rimmed with steel with the markings of a skull, which she appears to have attempted to make smile.

Most would view Lineera as a quite attractive women, but as always, matters of taste can change this opinion substantially.

Lineera Kinafin Example

Chipper would be an exageration, but Lineera is generally surrounded in an infectious state of relaxed happiness. Those in her company usually find her be peaceful and uplifting to be around, assuming of course that they're not attempting to take advantage of her or find her beliefs abrassive.

Depending on who you ask, Lineera may be seen as either a pacifist or a constant aggressor. She is indeed equipped for and thoroughly prepared for a fight in most circumstances, but she typically chooses to try to avoid conflict verbally, and disarm her opponents should that fail. All that said, assuming she sees or hears of something she views as an afront to good folk, she'll go charging after whomever it is to attempt to give them a stern lecture (which then often leads to a fight). But even when delivering such a lecture, she typically comes off as friendly, and calming, as her demeanor seems to not let her do much besides.

Her religious views bring her into conflict with many due to her views on undeath, which views them as a way to honor the dead, by allowing them to continue to serve their living family and the good of mankind, as their souls enjoy the afterlife. As such, Lineera still views sentient undeath as an abomination.

Lineera typically has a hard time relating to people when it comes to her pechant for dressing and acting somewhat creepy. As a priestess shrouded in black robes, usually followed by a small throng of undead, and then acting like it's merely a nice day for a stroll, tends to unnerve people. Her attempts to not unnerve people have been an ongoing, but always failing.

Background Elements:

#1. Grew up underground in a large, primarily Drowish city. Populace was far more traditionally Chaotic Evil than Lineera. This society greatly disapproved of undeath despite this. This in large part led Lineera to her conclusion that undeath wasn't that bad by disassociation from where she grew up.

#2. Was born into a noble family in the underground before fleeing to pursue more selfless goals than her family. Wishes to keep heritage a secret.

#3. Used to belong to the church of Pharasma, but left on bad terms due to Lineera's lenient views on undeath. [Following depends on class taken, whether or not EoM is used, etc.] Currently, either follows Charon, or has gone rogue as a sorceror who practices necromancy/healing magicks, but still worships Pharasma personally. Has traveled the land, helping people whenever she can and attempts to spread her beliefs in this way.

#4. Lineera seeks companionship, as her upbringing, religious views, and traveling lead her to being near constantly alone, and even with company rarely forming close friendships.

#5. Lineera has a love of alchohol, rarely does it delve into excess, but she views it as another way to ease the suffering of people. Personally, she tends to prefer hard liquors, though will normally only drink one to two shots.

Goals:

#1. Lineera wishes to return home someday to convince people of the error of their ways. However, due to her disbelief that she could convince them of such, has distant dreams of one day returning as a conqueror... perhaps.

#2. Lineera wishes to marry someday, though hasn't generally given it much thought and only expects to actively pursue such matters in the distant future.

Secrets:

#1. Lineera's departure from the church of Pharasma was only in part due to her conflicting beliefs. In truth her primary motive was to evade her family, who she's learned is looking for her.

#2. Despite actively pursuing and maintaining an altruistic lifestyle, Lineera always feels the pull of her ancestry to act in a purely selfish manner.

People:

#1. Relonar Kinafin, Lineera's father. Constantly looking for her, Lineera avoids him with all her being for fear of punishment or being taken back to her home city. Unbeknownst to her, he actually shares much of her morality, and used searching for her as an excuse to escape the Drowish city himself (and his wife).

#2. Legault Moore, Lineera's mentor in the church of Pharasma. Initially, Legault took this starry-eyed youth under his wing with her pleas to hide her from her family. But as the years came and went, this human priest eventually came to regret it, as Lineera's off-colored views of undeath came to reflect badly on him. While the church put up with her as a nuissance for some time, he was ultimately happy to see her go.

#3. Slagors "Ol' Thatcher.: A rustic and aging Hobgoblin from a small fishing and farming community, Ol' Thatcher served as both a village elder and general repairman for the community. Slagors stepped in for Lineera as during her travels, he found her on the verge of being ran out of town for her necromancy. Willing to hear her offer, he made the inroads for her to help the community with undead she brought with her to assist with the harvest, while she attended to recently injured and ill farmers with traditional medicine.

In return, Slagors provided her with food and board during her stay, and listened to her own philosophy on life and death. While he listened, and certainly appreciated what Lineera was attempting to do with necromancy, he still believed her to be naive and misguided about the practice, but the two parted on good terms.

Quirks:

#1. Lineera tends to bite her lip when she's nervous, but quickly stops if she notices someone looking at her. A result of her mother's stern discipline.

#2. Lineera loves spicy food, and while she'll typically (and poorly) attempt to hide her enthusiasm, she's willing to pay far more than the food is worth to obtain it.

#3. Lineera's afraid of thunder and lightning, due to never being exposed to it as a child, due to living underground. As such, she tends to shun mages who dabble or otherwise practice any form of lightning magic.

#4. Her view of necromancy as a good thing, makes her comfortable around corpses, regardless of the state of decomposition. The smell can still get to her though.

Ol' Thatcher was performing his namesake, thatching. Mrs. Donnel's roof had sprung a leak, and he was hoping to get it finished before tomorrow's likely rain. A voice called to him.

"Hey, Thatcher! How're you today?" Slagors shimmied to the edge of the roof and looked down to see Lineera peering up at him.

"What brings you back out to the sticks Lineera? Thought you left yesterday." The aging hobgoblin asked.

"Oh, I did, but I wasn't really sure where to go, so I just ended up camping by the spring."

Ol' Thatcher nodded, urging her to continue.

"But while I was camped, I thought about what you said, about the zombies creeping everyone out, right? And I think I got a solution!" Lineera flashed a wide smile, which the Hobgoblin returned widely and toothily.

"Really? Well, I'll have to see for myself before I believe that!"

"Well prepare to be dazzled then."

Slagors looked at the clouds, it was probably a few hours before it rained at least, and he was close to finishing anyway. "Alright, alright, but this won't take long will it? Need to finish here before the storm comes." Lineera nodded, looking at the clouds with a small frown on her lips.

"Don't worry, I want to get out of here before the storm rolls in anyway, I'll only need you for the next few minutes."

The old goblinoid shimmied his way off the roof, and with a nod, the two set off for the edge of town.

Upon getting close to their destination, Lineera put her hands on Slagor's shoulders.

"They're just around that bend. Now close your eyes, I want it to be a surprise."

Slagors rolled his eyes, but then oblidgingly closed them. Feeling the taller elf direct him, Slagors shambled along on his bowed-legs until abruptly he was spun to his right.

"Ok, now just a second, got to get them ready. ...Ok, now open!" Slagors was greeted to the sight of Lineera flanked by four black robed figures flanking her as she stood proudly in the middle with a broad smile. Upon a deeper, though still passing inspection, Slagors realized the zombies of yesterday were now stripped down to mere skeletons, and that the robes were in fact spare cloaks of Lineera's that she apparently had on hand.

"I was thinking about what you said, about the smell? Well I thought about it and you're right, so I stripped them down to just the bones, and then added the cloaks to help disguise the fact that they're dead. So ta da, less creepy undead! What do you think?" Slaggors shuffled uncomfortably for a moment, but hobgoblins weren't known for their tact, so he wasn't going to bother.

"Well they do smell less, I'll give you that. But it's still pretty obvious they're dead, you can see the feet. And even if you couldn't, the hoods may be deep but you can still tell there's just a skull in there if you look for more than a second, so they're not that disguised really. Also, the matching cloaks really make it look like they're part of some death cult, whether before or after they died. So they don't stink yeah, but they're still undead cultists."

Lineera sagged a bit.

"But uh, y'know, it's still progress!" Slagors did his best to put on a big smile, which Lineera returned though diminished.

"Yeah, I guess so. Well, thanks for the critique, but I best get going before that storm gets here, say hi to Mrs. Donnel for me!"Clearly resisting letting the setback get her down, Lineera smiled more forcefully as she bid farewell.

Ol' Thatcher waved as she climbed on her horse, while the four skeletons situated themselves behind her to begin pulling a wagon. "Oh and one more thing, Lineera? You may want to see if you can trade your horse with someone, a black steed along with everything is just going to make people nervous!"

Lineera laughed as she began to trot away, "But I like the black! I have to do some things for myself after all!" The two waved to each other one last time and went their separate ways.

#3. Personally, I want to see Lineera shake up the religious landscape with her beliefs. Maybe in the end she gets branded a heretic and gets burned at the stake (kinda hope not on that part), or maybe she manages to found her own religion. Or perhaps end up exchanging some serious words with Pharasma herself, maybe convincing her of her views, maybe not. All I know is that as a player, that's what I want to see for her.

#3. Already addressed in a different section, but Lineera's father, who is actively hunting her right now, is actually doing so to ally himself with her. As opposed to drag her back in chains or worse as she fears.

Here's just a couple of memories that I forgot to include in the initial build.

#1. Lineera remembers her departure from her home town. She'd left officially on a raid to capture slaves to help the city's (and more importantly, her family) economy. Once clear of the city, she rode with several others for days, until one night she stole one of their mounts and fled until it died from exhaustion. Then ran until she stumbled upon Legault, begging Sanctuary of him.

#2. Sometimes Lineera wishes she could return to the Temple of Pharasma that she came from, but the barely hidden smile that was on Legault's face the day she left tells her to just stay away.

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Background / Concept:
- A member of the Sisters of the Night: a group of Luna who are primarily made of Spellthieves. The Sisters of the Night dedicate themselves with the collection of magical knowledge and items in the name of their goddess, to see it that it is not misused.
- She takes her charge of protecting magic with great care and seriousness
- She does her best to embody the strengths of the Luna race (stealth, and magic)
- Born to an elven family, Chandra learned their ways before that of the Luna. Once she reached adulthood she began to seek out other members of her own race, who are few and far between.
- Chandra is very wary about working with allies who cannot keep up with her stealth and guile, as that is her preferred method of dealing with most situations

Goals:
- She is searching for a powerful magic item that has fallen into the hands of somebody who is either currently misusing it, or plans to misuse it's power in the near future
- I would like for her to eventually become a powerful leader of her local group of Sisters of the Night

Secrets:
- (Known) Although she is a Spellthief of growing power, Chandra's faith in her goddess has began to wane (ha). Her Sisters of the Night have seemingly become distant, making Chandra feel like she has done something to anger them or her goddess. While she puts on a strong face, her resolve is beginning to crumble.
- (Unknown) Chandra's local group of Sisters of the Night have become corrupt, and are slowly trying to get her to join their cause.. or kill her. They are using magic for their own power gain, and are likely the group that holds the item Chandra seeks.

People:
- Lady Silviana (hostile): The current leader of her local Sisters of the Night. Her intelligence is said to be surpassed solely by her charm, and she relies heavily on illusions and charm magic to further the goals of the Sisters of the Night. She is Chandra's mentor and closest friend. Lady Silviana is still trying to decide whether or not Chandra can be turned, or she will have to kill her instead.
- Yalandlara (friendly): Chandra's mother, an elf. The two share a strong connection as they are both strong magi, but do not see eye to eye as Yalandlara is a mage of light magics. The two have very different approaches to solving problems which can cause them to butt heads, but they always make it through stronger as mother and daughter.
- Curio (friendly): A gnome item crafter. Chandra has become quick friends with the gnome, as he has a deep respect for magic even though sometimes he will put it to strange uses (why would you waste magic on creating shooting lights of multiple colors that have no effect other than entertainment?) Curio always has a smile on his face and owns his own shop near the base of the Sisters of the Night.

Mannerisms/Quirks:
- Chandra does her best to avoid going out during the daylight, as the eyes of the Luna are best suited for dark or shadowed areas. She even shirks away from torches and other light sources, relying on her darkvision instead. When forced to go out during day, she keeps her hood up at all times
- Her fondest memories were training with Lady Silviana. Darting from shadow to shadow, jumping out from hiding to startle the other. Practising illusions, seeing who could create a more believable image.
- Meditating on her magic always help Chandra calm down in a stressful situation. Her favourite nights are going through the spells in her mind and books sitting under the light of a full moon.

LUNA
On rare occasions when a daughter is born underneath a full moon, an elf or human mother may give birth to a Luna. Blessed by the goddess of the moon and magic, these females are born with a strong connection to the shadows of night and the elements of magic. Relying on their quick reflexes and wit more than their brawn, they are born to be the guardians of magic.

Physical Description:
Luna appear very similar to human females, save for their silver eyes and hair. Only female Luna are born, and only to human, elf, and half-elf mothers. If born to an elf or half-elf mother, Luna will retain the pointed ears of their ancestry. Luna can only birth human, elf, and half-elf children.

Society:
Luna are usually raised by the race they are born to, and tend not to have their own society. There exist small factions, such as the Sisters of the Night that are made up of primarily Spellthieves, but they still operate more like a business than an actual community.

Relations:
Luna are seen as a blessing by most elf and half-elf communities. Humans can be somewhat distrustful of the race because of their shadow affinity but Luna are rarely shunned.

Alignment and Religion:
Luna tend towards a lawful neutral or true neutral alignment, as their intended purpose as a race is to protect magical in all forms, and prevent it from being abused. They traditionally worship the goddess of the moon and magic, as it was she who truly gave birth to the Luna.

Adventurers:
Luna are almost always magi of some sort, as their natural tendencies as a race are to use and protect magic. It is extremely rare for a Luna to walk the path of a non-magic class, but in those rare occasions their proficiency with stealth and shadows come into play.

RACE: Luna (14 points)
Type: Fey (2 RP)
Ability Score modifiers: +2 Dex, +2 Int, -2 Str (0 RP)
Languages: Linguist (1 RP)
Racial Abilities:
Shadow Resistance (2 RP)
Shadow Blending (1 RP)
Skill Bonus(1? RP): +2 Perception under moonlight
Static Bonust Feat (2 RP) - Extra Magic Points (+1 MP/CL)
Darkvision 60ft (2 RP)
Light Sensitivity (-1 RP)
Silent Hunter (2 RP)
Favoured Class (2? RP): Can gain 1 MP as a favoured class bonus for any EOM spellcasting class.

"Yalandlara, dismiss that light spell! I can't see properly with it up, you know that." Chandra closed her eyes furiously, scowling in the direction of the elven woman in the doorway.

"My daughter, it is so dark in here. How am I to help you locate this item you seek if I cannot see? I can barely make out the words on the page, let alone take my notes. Would it help if I dimmed it a bit?" The elf stepped through the doorway, dismissing her bright light and casting a dimmer one in its place. "And why will you still not call me mother? I wish somedays that I had given birth to a normal elven girl. With an exaggerated sigh she sat down next to Chandra.

Chandra shook out her silvery hair and tied it up in a neat ponytail. "Come now, all daughters of the night are a blessing to elven mothers. And you know my true mother is not you, even though you gave birth to me. If only we could be birthed by our own kind, I wouldn't have been so troubled by learning all your silly elven traditions and could have spent longer on my magical studies!" Chandra's silver eyes smiled at her mother, as she did her best to keep her laughter contained. "Now that I can see properly again -- no, don't wave that light in my face! -- we can resume locating this item. It hasn't been used in some time, or your scrying and divinations should have been able to detect it. It can only be a matter of time, now..."

Alignment: NE
While not cruel or spiteful Ziggs makes murder his trade. A solder for hire, Ziggs will eliminate those in front of him with extreme prejudice and noise. Ziggs has rose from the ranks of the goblin masses and like any other goblin, was capricious and cruel. Fom his experiences in 3 seperate wars, he has mellowed out considerably and could almost be considered civilized. The more he interacts and comes to care for those around him the more he sheds his 'monstrous' heritage and thrus far, almost to the point where he could be considered kind.

Appearance
Like all goblins he is short and spindly, with big ears and an overtly large head filled with sharp pointy daggers. his beady eyes alight with cruelty and a calculated sharpness, yet if you were to look long enough you just might see flashes of compassion and hints of mirth. His mischievous grin always hinting at a practical joke or prank often giving you the impression you were going to find out why real soon.
A special mention must go to his ears for they are so large, almost comically so, as to put even the floppiest bunny to shame. Coming down well past his waist he could and often would wear them as a cape and in a pinch went a long way to keeping warm on those cold, lonely nights.

Covered in bells, jingles and jangles Ziggs is often seen sporting his Somarian the Fourths Regimental Solders Uniform.This tattered green uniform, covered in rings, bells and noisemakers has so many holes in it and clashes so badly with Ziggs as to make your eyes hurt. He looks like a misshappen patchwork of olive green, goblin green, silver and steel with a big toothy grin in the middle. Smile! Wrapped around his right arm is a brown bandoleer and in his left, an oversized pistol, battered and bloody, affectionately named his "Boom Cannon" with its pair, "Flashfire" at his waist. Slung arcross his back can often be found a keg of blackpower with the word "EXPLOSIVES" ettched into its side. Why any sane character would strap something so volatile to its back says plenty about the goblinoid known as ziggs.

Personality
A lover of music and a charming creature of wit and mirth, Ziggs is anything but. His "music" consists of making as much noise as possible and screeching along with it. In battle he is a right terror with his Boom Cannon, enhanced to make extra noise sending off deafening cracks while he shrieks with glee.
in the bar, when emboldened with his favorite beer, Boer, will start up a rancourous goblin song and dance a jig, jingles, chains and bells clanging away merrily. To humans it sounds like a dying cat in a garbage can with a blender going and kicked down the curb for good measure. Upon hearing it , Ziggs usually gets kicked to the curb for good measure too.
Aside from his love of noise Ziggs has been known to be almost kind towards his companions, a rare trait among goblinkind indeed. Truth be told Ziggs is quite capable of both compassion and kindness to those he cares about, usually his war buddies, and remains loyal to those who are in command above him and those who are under his charge.
This can be seen as his slow progression from an ordinary CE goblin to true neutral and eventually (possibly) lawful good as he gains more respect for command and greater capacity toward emotion, gaining a sense of humanity about him. This would most likely be sneered at or even thought abhorrent by his fellow goblins.

General Character Crunch
Base stats
STR: 10
DEX: 16
CON: 14
CHA: 10
WIS: 14
INT: 10
Equipment.
Medium sized +1 Thundering double pistol named "Boom Cannon"
Medium sized +1 pistol named "Flashfire" as his backup.
Endless bandolier wrapped around his arm
Solders uniform
Belt of incredible dex
A keg of gunpowder (he calls it boompowder)
Lots a bells :D
A "Big Shiny"
Traits: Big Ears, Suspicious
Feats:
Roll with it and Rapid Reload for sure
Vital strike and Furious Finish if I go with a level of barbarian
OR Point Blank Shot, Deadly Aim and Rapid Shot if I stay pure gunslinger
The rest will be from this pool:
No Name, Ricochet Shot, Clustered Shots, Precise Shot, Alertness, Big Game Hunter, Deceitful or Skill Focus.

All this mostly speculated and easily changed.

Step 1: Background and concept elements
Highly observant
Wields an oversized revolver called his Boom Cannon
He got his weapons from watching a band of gunslingers from Aeonar fight with a group of angry bears. He raided the corpses and found a few that worked.
Big flappy ears on an oversized head. He has a bullet hole in the right one
NE he kills for a living, used to be chaotic, recently is becoming more 'civilized.'
Claims he is a 'vegitarian' that only eats meat
His favorite food is cats
Loves sound (he hasn't gone deaf yet!!)
He has seen much in his short 13 year lifespan. He has participated in 3 wars and traveled half way across the contenent in his quest to get to Aeonar, the city of Guns.

Step 2: Goals
Wants to travel to Aeonar to repair his shabby gun. He doesnt know it yet but when he gets there he is going to get it gold plated
He wants to fire a cannon. His biggest dream is to be a siege commander firing his 'Battalion o' Cannons' and demolishing a city. He loves the big guns.
I want him to mature as he adventures. He used to be a run of the mill CE goblin but since joining the war, he has gained a respect for the command structure and military life. While not there yet, he is slowly moving towards lawful and while still evil, I want him to mature as he adventures and gain a semblance of humanity

Step 3: Secrets
He accidentally witnessed and disrupted a demon summoning ritual that then went amok. In the confusion he grabbed a Big Shiny and made off with it. He doesnt know what it is but he is pretty sure it is important and is also probably the reason those guys in the black robes with the demon pets keep coming after him. He keeps it because he thinks its funny, and its probably valuable...

He actually interrupted TWO rituals that day. The afore mentioned one and its counterpoint summoning spell ment to summon Asmodius, the Planetar Angel of destruction and retribution. The big shiny is the focal point to bring both sides into the mortal realm so they can wage their war. Nether side is happy with the loss of the artifact.

Step 4: Relationships
Albina the caravan master. He took on Ziggs to be a guard and was impressed by his courage and tenacity. Ziggs was instrumental with defending the caravan from an undead horde and necromancer. He blew off the necromancers head with a single shot causing the horde to lose coherency and be repelled. They separated ways somewhere near Rayne as ziggs continued on his journey to Aeonar.

Rogar the Somarian Army General. Ziggs fought in Rogars Fourth Regiment in its latest campaign. There he impressed Rogar during the capturing and razing of the town Korvosa and the suppression of the rebels of the New Sommarian Freedom Force. While Gatts, the leader of the NSFF escaped, they were able to put the uprising down. It was during these campaigns that Ziggs saw the Somarian Armys cannons in action. It was love at first sight.

Stabbedgutz the goblin chieftain of the Vex Valley goblin tribe. He exiled Ziggs for fear of his new found power and influence. He fearded he would lose out against the young goblin and his "Boom Sticks" and so pre-emptively struck at Ziggs's warband. While spears and clubs were no match for gunpowder, Ziggs's warband was annihilated. In a rage, Ziggs slew the remainder of the invading force and went to confront Stabbedgutz. He was repelled when Stabbedgutz banished him with the backing of the whole tribe. Ziggs rage smolders within him to this day.

Step 5: Quirks
Ziggs has a hole in his oversized right ear from the time he was learning about his Boom Sticks and fired one "the wrong way". This hole whistles in high winds or if Ziggs flails his head around violently. He likes this and calles it his whistler. Its like nose whistling except with his ears :P

Ziggs first stumbled apon a group of hunters in the Valley of Vax. He was curious so he tailed them. Later on the group found a wounded bear and shot it. This was the first time Ziggs had seen a gun being fired and was terrified. Well the bears family also heard it, and came to defend their wounded bear cub. The hunting party got wiped out and when the bears moved on, Ziggs inspected the bodies. He had a good ten guns that still worked, and he set about trying to figure out how they worked. Remembering the humans pointing and pulling the trigger, he did the same for all of them. Then he remembered the humans stuffing the white pellets into the barrels so he tried that. Much exploding guns and one bullet though his ear later he figured out how to load and fire a gun. The last thing he took from the corpses was an Aeonar Hunting Insignia. He now wants to go to Aeonar to learn more about guns.

Ziggs loves his uniform and sees it as a badge of honor. He gets upset when anyone offers to repair it as that would be covering up the wounds and trophies of war he has.
His uniform is the Somarian the Fourths Regimental Solders Uniform

He has been in 3 seperate wars, 1) in the Somarian army crushing the rebels, 2) In the Vax Valley goblin tribe against a rival tribe. He also postponed the war between the Planetar Angel Asmodius and an army of demons. They are not happy about this :)

Like all goblins Ziggs cant read. Unlike other goblins he seems to have an innate ability to occasionally gather meaning from the odd scribbles and lines on the wall and this scares him greatly. For whats worse? Words stealing thoughts from your mind or words putting something into your mind?

The diverse species of the fey are as myriad as star in the sky. Fey shadows exist all throughout the fey wilds and come in a variety of flavors. Shadowknights shadowmancers shadowstalkers etc. but above them all are the Shadowlords. These masters of stealth and lithe movement are the shadows' face in the fey courts and rule over their own dark pieces of the feywilds. The shadows' oral traditions suggest a time when they were not of the feylands but such a thing has long passed out of the memory of any living shadow lord or otherwise.
+8 dex +2 wis +2 int +2 cha -2 str
Free Feat
SR 11+Level
Darkvision 60'
Low Light Vision 60'
+4 vs Mind Affecting effects
45' Fly Speed (Good)
30' Move Speed
DR 5/Cold Iron

Resist Cold and Electricity 10

Languages: Common and Sylvan
SLA Abilities Based on HD Unless otherwise noted 1/day
Dancing Lights 3/day
Faerie Fire
Entangle
Glitterdust
Deep Slumber
Major Image
Special Abilities Every 4 HD
Vanish: Swift Action Invisible 7 rounds per day

Background and concept elements

Cedric H. Dullahan Prince of the Unseelie Court of the Shadowdark

1) Grew up as the heir apparent of the Shadowdark Clan of Shadows. The shadow clans are scattered throughout the Feywilds and each send a (usually) hereditary representative to the Unseelie Court to protect their interests. The clans are prone to great mischief and due to the rather grimdark nature of the court many a prank is carried to far and leads to an untimely demise of some little lordling or another. The ones that survive wind up being extremely... competent Cedric excelled at surviving in this harsh environment.
2) Lacks the vicious nature of most Unseelie Fey. While certainly not posed of the happy go lucky nature of a Seelie Fey he never the less was not quite like his brethren. He would often not retaliate or escalated a conflict in the frequent games of his people. He lacked the vindictive viciousness that so often earmarked them and he hesitated to kill even the most ardent of his enemies. His propensity for mischief is merely the result of attempting to live up to the expectations of the Prince Apparent of his clan.
3) Some years ago found himself in the mortal realm of Vaylen. Assuming this was a test set to him by his family he immediate set about doing what any good Shadow lordling would do: spread Chaos. The authorities did not take kindly to him coming into their towns and messing with all the nice people living there. He quickly found himself on the wrong side of several law enforcement agencies, crime syndicates and governments. The end of the test never came and Cedric found himself stuck on the material plane. For this reason he assumes that anyone he meets is a Fey in disguise evaluating his aptitude for sowing seeds of chaos until proven otherwise. One of these disguised Fey will eventually deem him worthy to return to his home and take his rightful place where he hopes to lead his people to a more peaceful existence.
4) Has been a part an integral part of the pirate ship Arcadia for quite some time. It's Captain harbors no delusions about Cedric and saw right through the mask he wore for years and fooled countless Fey with. The Captain found the creature beneath the mask honorable, loyal and trust worthy and Cedric has never and will never do anything to violate that trust. The rough and disparate crew has become his true family and the only trustworthy friends he's ever had.
5) Will gleefully beat just about anyone into submission usually to within an inch of their life. He will always spare that last inch unless it is absolutely necessary to take it. Remains unseen as much as possible. Be rest assured if you can see him he wants you to see him.

Goals: Character and Personal for the game

1)Above all else Cedric seeks to return to his home in the Feywilds and take his rightful place in the Unseelie court where he can than hopefully guide his people and other fey to a more peaceful and orderly way of life.
2) I hope to do crazy things with the crew of the Arcadia. Steal things that allegedly can't be stolen. Fight battles we cant possibly hope to win and then win. Do the impossible and kick reason to the curb. Nothing big really.

Secrets: 1 Known to me 2 Not known to me one of which is made up by the DM
1)When he was a boy Cedric was forced to kill a Shadow boy a few years younger than him as part of a rivalry between the two families. It is the reason Cedric loathes to take life unnecessarily. He has never forgotten the look in his eyes. The senselessness of his death. It haunts him to this day and every time he is forced to kill he sees that boy's eyes again. He has thus far mentioned this to no one.
2) Cedric believes the years he spends in the mortal realm are his final test to prove him worthy of leading his clan of Fey shadows. In actuality he was already deemed unworthy. Lacking the nature necessary to be an unseelie fey. As a kindness he was exiled instead of killed. There will never be any Fey who seek him out to return him home. He has been passed over in the order of succession his name struck from the annals of his people.
3) Secret made up by the DM about me

People Known: 2 Friendly 1 Hostile

1)Phantom F. Harlock the Third Cedric Encountered Harlock for the first time in a Crime Syndicate warehouse filled with illegal mana potions. Harlock there to destroy them for the good of all people, Cedric because he hadn't messed with that particular crime syndicate yet. Cedric's guise as an agent of chaos did not fool Harlock for even a moment. When the operation went south Cedric was instrumental in ensuring that all of the crew of the Arcadia made it out safely. Harlock invited him to join the crew shortly after.
2)
3) Dessan McFerron. Chief of Police of Rayne. Rayne was one of the first places Cedric wandered into on his world chaos tour. He built up quite the rap sheet including but not limited too: 4 counts of Arson, 9 counts of Pretty Larceny, 2 counts of Grand Larceny, 192 counts of Assault and Battery, 563 counts of Public Disturbance, 12 counts of Destruction of Public Property, and 1 count of Loitering. For these reasons McFerron will stop at nothing to bring Cedric to justice. The mere thought that he has gotten so far out reach maddens him daily. The menace to society that is Cedric must be brought to justice

Step 5: Quirks, Mannerism, Memories, Flavor
1) Cedric does not like to remain still at any time. He moves constantly whether it's pacing, cracking various joints in his body, aerial loop de loops round the ship or simply running laps top deck.
2) Has a rather twisted obsession with "falling" off anything high up to witness the reaction of any onlookers. Due to the fact that his wings are concealed and he isn't a mage people are shocked to witness what they think is a suicide, especially when he disappears mid flight.
3)

Name Ruck Paegastun
Race Human
Class Dread Necromancer
Alignment CN, with leanings on both sides of neutrality depending on the subject, but if I had to say wich one more slightly more on the evil side of things. Ruck mostly has good goals in his mind, but he is not terribly conserned on the morality of the ways he gets there. He spits in the face of tradition for traditions sake and is not too afraid to become vocal about the suspect.
Appearance He dresses for the occasion, understanding that the outfit can most defiantly make all the difference in the world. If he has no reason to dress in some parcular way his usual outfit is mostly about practicality. At first glance the man looks like a common mercenary or perhaps a hunter, this is intentional since Ruck does not want to advertise him being a mage. He wears a chainshirt under a simple sturdy shirt to protect the armor from the weather, thick pants, sturdy leather boots with a handle of a dagger showing from the right one. The wide leather belt has rings pierced trough the leather to allow for attaching the various item he carries on it, on the left hip a shortsword is hanging, on the left there is a quiver of crossbow bolts the cross bow itself being strapped to his back. The whole outfit is covered by a heavy hooded cloak. He carries a glaive-guisarme usually either using it as a walking staff or resting it against his shoulder. Most of the time you can see a pipe hanging from the man’s lips. Only thing really betraying the image of a simple man is the jewelry and magic items that are better made than usual.

The man himself is slightly taller than the average with lean build. The skin is pale more from not having much contact with the sun than natural complexion. His eyes are green and hair is dark brown and reaches to just above his shoulders. He has a well trimmed shortish beard and mustache that join together. The face shows some marks of age with few lines here and there, some scars are there but nothing major to show that he has been in a battle more than once. It’s not visible without Ruck taking his shirt off he has a big scarification tattoo across his chest.

Personality Ruck’s driving force is his want for arcane power and it colors his decisions on most parts of his life. He can be rather rude to people he doesn’t like, wich he treats well and with absolute loyalty. He doesn’t make friends easy, the ones he does have he appreciates greatly. He prefers to think things trough carefully before making a decision. The man is aware of the fact that he has quite the force of personality and isn’t too shy about using it to get what he wants. Ruck is a vengeful person and if you manage to make an enemy out of him, he will repay anything you did to him back manyfold. While he would never admit to it, he is very afraid of death and being forgotten which gotten him to the path of studying necromancy in the first place.

Ten Minute Background

Step 1:
1) Ruck comes from a long line of warriors, so he has great appreciation to the profession and learned a thing or two during his childhood before embarking on the journey to learn magic.
2) He worked as a mercenary for most of his adult life. The mercenary company he worked in is named Iron Wall, it usually has 100-200 soldiers under it. At the moment the company is dormant since it has not been employed to a campaign.
3) Most of the extended family greatly disapproves the fact that Ruck did not choose to follow the traditional profession of their family and as such is considered something of a black sheep of the family.
4) When Ruck was 7 the current patriarch of the family his grandfather fell ill. Naturally Ruck came to visit him and the experience changed him forever he saw the once a mighty warrior struck down by disease a mere shadow of himself. Few weeks later the grandfather died, Ruck swore to himself to avoid that fate.
5) While Ruck did get some training in the basics of magic in his youth he is mostly self trained mage.
6) He considires the undead just a tool at his disposal to achieve his goals, a very powerful tool, but tool none the less.

Step 2:
1) He desires immortality, first from the shackles of age and after that goal is finished from destruction altogether.
2) Ruck would want to begin his own city-state with him as a ruler. His idea is to experiment with using undead for manual labor and soldiers so the living can concentrate on more complex tasks.
3) I would like to see some harder choices with the character, short-term versus long-term, obligations to different people. Basicly in short conflicts of choice.
4) I would also like to see some growing as a person, maybe he does not hold the right answer or at least not the only one.

Step 3:
1) Ruck once murdered the head of the rival family after the family had started to harass his wife for being a foreigner and his child for being a “half-blood”. Ruck’s head of the family line did not give him permission to pursuit vengeance so he did it behind their back and in a brutal fashion he left the body on top of a large boulder on the grounds of the rival family with the body mutilated and left for scavengers to eat.
2) The son of the man Ruck murdered found clues to suggest that Ruck is to blame for the previous. While they would not stand in front of the law it was enough to convince him and he is looking for ways to avenge his father.

Step 4:
1) Rurik Paegastun is a 6 year old son of Ruck. The boy means the world to his father being the only person he truly loves and is very protective of him. Ruck brought the son and his mother to the lands of Rucks family to take care of since his pursuits kept him away for long periods of time.
2) Hariana Paegastun is the wife of Ruck. The two met at a tavern where they had a one night thing that resulted in her getting pregnant. After hearing of this Ruck married the woman, there is little love in the relationship as it was a marriage of circumstances. Ruck does support her and his son financially and treats them both well. Before they Married Hariana was a barmaid, so now she keeps a roadside tavern.
3) Adrik Manfrey, was a man of rival mercenary company to the Iron wall. The two faced many times. At Adrik’s last battle Ruck wounded the man seriously so now he walks with a limp. Adrik holds a grudge for ending his career and moved to nearby town to where Ruck’s family lives and is trying his best to make their lives difficult, given the chance he might resort to more aggressive methods.
4) Calo Belrak, is the leader of the Iron wall. The dwarf has now reached a rather respectable age even among his own race so is not fit as he used to be, but experience counts for a lot in a leader. Ruck hasn’t seen the man in a few years but they do share a pint whenever they happen to meet.

RP Sample:
The dusk was starting to fall, Ruck was sitting outside by a firepit in full gear. He had come to visit his family, the stay had been pleasant, not one argument with his wife actually she had been quite pleased at the dress fabric he had managed to plunder in the campaign. But it was time to leave again this time not for war but to continue pursuing his larger goals. His undead troops were hidden by the shadows, he never took them that near to his house, he felt it was like bringing a drawn blade into the house. He glanced back at the house lighting up his pipe. I am not sure if I am glad or sad to leave. As nice as it have been I was not made for sitting at home.
His thoughts were interrupted as his son Rurik appeared from the shadows to sit by him. ”Why do you need to go? Where are you going? And when are you coming back?” The boy asked in demanding tone. Slightly surprised Ruck took a deep inhale from his pipe to play time before exhaling and answering. ”Where the wind takes me, I do not know where I will find the things I am looking for. I am afraid I cannot tell when since I do not know. It might be years before I am finished possibly failing altogether, but I promise to try be here at least to visit every now and again. As for your first question that is a harder one to answer…” He took a pause to take another breath of his pipe. ”I guess you are old enough to know few truths about the world. In the end there is only two things that matter in this world, first you need to be able to keep your head high, to not be ashamed of what you are, second is power. Power means that you are able to keep what is yours and protect those dear to you, be they persons or an ideal. Now people will tell you lies about power, not because they want to but because they belive the same lies. Knowledge is not power, time is not power, influence is not power.” He then draws the sword at his hip pointing the tip at the fire. ”This is not power. Power is power, all the things I mentioned are just possibilities as paths to power or illusions of power. I have one thing that a man needs, I am going to look for the other. Now go to bed it is much too late for you to be up.”
After he had finished his pipe and seen that the boy was inside he rose from his seat and started walking to the South, after he vanished from the light of the fire the steady sound of bone marching against ground joined his steps.

Stuff that didn’t fit elsewhere
1) Age 34
2) From Rayne
3) Worships the god of the undead( The one you told me about in the PM, but no name)