
Lyj |

Hm. I think that Lyj has some respect for both the Orders of the Gate and the Scourge, but he has a few quibbles with their specific ideologies; with the Gate, he believes they rely too much on their summoned allies instead of their own skill with magic (although he can't deny the efficiency of their course), and the Scourge often punish lawbreakers swiftly and harshly before all their usefulness has been wrung from them (the waste seems illogical to him).
If he's forced (or convinced) to join one, I think he'll end up with the Gate and try to convince them that pure magic without reliance on summoning infernal assistance is the more efficient route, but for the moment, his allegiance remains not to one order of knights, but to Order itself, and thus the Hellknights as a whole.

Kevroth |

Kevroth wrote:Your character sheet didn't exactly say, but does Kevroth worship Asmodeus?Here is MisterLurch's submission. Crunch and Fluff in the profile.
TL:DR Version: A Lawful Evil Aasimar Warpriest/Rogue. Lost everything at the hands of bandits and taken in by the Hellknights, he strives to bring order and stability that none must suffer as he did.
He does worship Asmodeus. Fervently.

MisterLurch |

Would you be willing to entertain the possibility of a Kuthite attached to the Hellknight force? Nidal and Cheliax have a history of cooperation and it's not unforeseeable that more militant shadowcasters would align themselves with Hellknights. If no, that's totally fine, I just thought it'd be worth asking.
MisterLurch, Javell, good to see you two again.
Good to see you as well, sir.

Yizzik Uhari |

Yizzik Uhari wrote:Neat ide, but I think the crunch is wrong....Couldn't possibly hope to resist this game, since Hellknights are my absolute favorite thing to play xD. I decided to dust off a hellknight i played before but didn't get to full experience, hopefully this setting will allow me just that. The Hellknight Lizardfolk, who will savagely kill his enemies, and then play a sweet tune on his violin over their corpse to celebrate.
I play to go guardian for sure, planning on building as a tank for the group. I more than likely will dual path champion as I go fighter/inquisitor, and I'm looking at doing Hellknight/Evangelist of Asmodeus for this as well. Just to fit his story, I tweaked it slightly to fit the campaign better, but its generally the same as it was before, just a darker version of vengeance and corruption rather than righteousness and justice.
A goal for this character is to hopefully at some point Planar call a devil and make a deal with him in exchange for infernal power. Dark Yizzik I have lovely ideas of those charcoal scales burning with hellfire beneath them. Hope you enjoy the consideration, let me know if I missed anything.
I found my missing area with dex, did I miss anything else?

Javell DeLeon |

I'm gonna throw this guy in here: Tauren
Should be complete but I do tend to miss things.

Rosa_Luminass |

Well I waited and waited and thunk and thunk and after talking to the GM I went with old School for this.
So here is my offering GM, with the Changes you suggested GM.
Rosa Luminass IMAGE HERE
A Tiefling Devil-Spawn - LE Fighter [L1] Cleric (Diabolism) [L1]
Simple, nothing Fancy, Stats evenly spread, no 18s or 20s with 7 and 8 to get them 12 to 16 range. Skill set aimed an Fighter/cleric and Kn, ye that's right a front-liner with Kn Skills, hehe. Rosa is all about the 'Faith'
What you see with Rosa is what you get. A big scary lady who knows what she is about. She is linked to no single Order, Rosa is meant to act in any Hell knight group like the old Army Political officers did in old soviet army. She is there is 'remind' the troops of the ways of the faith. Its also why I kept her at (Diabolism) over one particular Devil Lord so that she can work with all Troop, as there Religious helper and guild.
Rosa was sold as a child to the Hells, she spent a countless age there as a mindless slave, fighting in Hells power wars that ever end. Unlike most she knows what the Hells are like. From its vast Bureaucracy to its endless pits of torment and remaking. She has no fear for Rosa is a believer, The Hells = law and Law is what keeps the world safe from the madness and chaos out in the great void. Law and order is the only thing keeping world destruction at bay. For that one must be unwavering and string. She stands the line willingly to face off such dangers. Also she has a particular hatred of secret chaotic cultists. The things she dos to them...
Rosa linked by birth and family to the Hell Knights. So she is sent where needed, and she follows orders. Rosa has been around for a while but as yet has not found a group she is unholy happy with. They all seem.. so.. undisciplined, so.. fool hardy to her.
The wise think before they act, and when they do act, they act with order.
Sex - Female
Race - Tiefling Devil-Spawn [outsider (native)]
Classes - Fighter [L1] Cleric (Diabolism) [L1]
Alignment - LE alignment.
Age - Unknown (Most of her life she was a mindless slave.)
Hight 7'8" (Size Mid)
Wight - 95kg
Hair - White metallic
Skin - Steel metallic gray
Eyes - Silver orbs metallic
Rosa is striking in looks, You can't miss Rosa, standing some 7.8 feet tall and willow like. She towers over most, Standing tall and looking down with those cold eyes of hers. Cold hard metallic silver orbs that seem to look at nothing but still see This is not her only other worldly looks, Her skin is metallic white, with fine white metallic sliver hair. . Age wise she looks around 30. As a Tiefling she has the normal horns but no tail. Rosa will never pass of anything other than what is is, Hell Spawn. When she moves she moves with grace and pride because of that fact. She tries to always keeps herself clean and well kept. Her light black armor and black boots seem finely made. She also carry at all times a large Black Cold iron Greatsword its seems to be the only Weapon she uses. At night sometime if your close to her and her sword, you can hear it talking to her in whispers, dark whispers of The Hells bidding.
Rosa dose not hide who and what she is. She is not in any way a Tiefling who lives in Shame. Her blood is that of Noble Devils of Hell and she has pride in that fact. As a LE Cleric of Diabolism Rose is bound by law and acts as Hells tool. A hound bound forever to its will. Rosa can be cold, hard, unfeeling, but not often cruel. She takes no joy from what she dos as a hound of hell, It's her job nothing more. She can be friendly even kind at times, but she's also known for her dark and sardonic senses of Humor. Her mind is sharp her wits fast her will like steel. Rosa can be terrifying when she wants, she has a temper so its always a smart idea to keep on her good side.
Tag lines: "LAW! will be obeyed no matter the cost!"
Rosa remembers a time of rooms and play, in the house of her farther, there nana would look after her and tell her story’s of the world outside. Rosa knew she could not go out, it was a bad thing and if ever her father found her close to a door or shaded window, he was be very angery. Life was sunbeams for shuttered windows, play and sleep. The servants had a party for her, and nana gave her a new dress, rosa had just put it on when her Farther game. He told nana he needed rosa to come to his work shop and that she had to stay, nana was very upset, but Rosa went with her Farther. The room was big and rosa looked at all the books and bottles. A strange Patten had been made in the middle of the work area floor. Some thing was there, a monster, Rosa was not scared she had seen her father with Monsters before. Monster Held out its hand, “You come with me now” it said, Rosa looked at her Farther who just nodded, Rosa held her hand out, the Monster smiled, “The deal is done, you have want you wanted “ there was a flash and Rosa was in a hot place, all around Monster walked and worked, The one holding her hand held out a metal collar he placed around her neck. “You is slave now, you work here, carry and do fast or pain” he placed a drinking jug in her hands and her mind fogged over. Time passed, she worked with others like her in a great tent made of skin and bone. Sleep, eat work, if she was slow hes was crushed under foot, to awake the next day in the blood pits, Her body whole once more to be sent back to work carrying food and drink to the Monsters.
The tent moved, as its owner the lord of hell willed and she with it, she never once looked outside the tent, she knew only work, pain and sleep.
Then came the time of a fight, another slave, a new one was being slow, if he was not faster she and he would be crushed, he would not move more or let her past, so with one swing she smashed he head in and walked over his body to the tables. The Monsters seem to think this was funny, one of them picked Rosa up in its clawed hand, “Fine one this, she has fire in her, you wast such fire in slave, place her in the army she will do well.” With that he broke her neck. When she came to she was in a blood pit she had never seen before, it was a cell and standing over it was a Monster holding large knifes. There was others around her, “worms you are mine, so heed me well, lean to fight and die well and I may let you live again, you will fight and you will die, each time as our lord wills and you will do so no matter what” with that he throw the Knifes into the pit. "Last one standing gets out". Rosa did not win that day or the next, but soon she did and in doig so joined the ranks of hells army. There she became fodder fight and die in endless wars.
Time passed, then came to time of the sword.
She and others had been sent to frontaly attack a Devil, “You will charge at it all of you and keep it distracted while and agent of our master deals with it, most if not all of you will be sent back to the blood pits and death, this is what you are meant to do, Now go and die has our lord wills”
They ran over the hill and down to the waiting Devil, they died, its grate hammer smashing them while it tail flicked from side to side. Rosa was hit and thrown next to a rock, there she waited for death.
But as she lay dying she had time to see a shape move up behind the Devil, now eating some of her fellow dead. The Shape held in its hands a huge black and red sword, Then it moved to smite the Devil, but somehow it gave its place away, the devil move so fast she could not see, spinning it held in its hand a small bird.
“Do you think you could get me like that hell hound” The small thing In its hands screamed and the one with the sword stopped dead.
Why is he not moving
Rose thought, and then she could see, he had become stone. “Silly little hell hound”, the devil said, “he should know better than to send the likes of you, such and insult,” then its head high it screamed “if he wants ME! He can come himself” with one move of its tail it smashed Stone form.
Rosa closed her eyes as the rubble fell around her, she could hear the Devil had gone back to its meal. When she opened her eyes again, the pain was grater, but she could also see that the hounds sword had fallen by her side. She looked at it, it was a work of art, the runes on it seemed to flow and shift, so pretty, slowly she moved her hand to touch them.
“Arr” a voice said in her head “who do we have her, weak and small but there is room for improvement, you are one with a soul, but life yet, you must do”
They found her 2 days later, Still holding the Sword in the Back of the Dead Devil.
"This one is mine now" Said the sword "Make her whole once more and send her for Cleric Training, she is to be sent back!!!"
This is how Rosa's life as a Cleric of Hell Started.

D'hara |

Presenting D'Hara's fluff for your perusal.
D'Hara stands about 5’6” and weighs around 150 pounds. Her head is shaved but sprouts two small horns on her forehead. She also has spurs growing out of each elbow. Numerous piercings decorate her face and body and a tattoo of Zon-Kuthon's unholy symbol occupies her face. Most people find her appearance hideous.
She wears no armor and carries no shield. A whip rests on her hip and a spiked chain is encircled around her waist. Two bandoliers criss-cross her chest holding a score of shuriken.
Abuse from an early age has left her hollow and detached. She has very little empathy, but that doesn’t stop her from being able to read people. She is very quiet and withdraw. More often than not, she barely speaks louder than a whisper. She is generally polite and formal. She rarely smiles unless she is working and believes what she is hearing. She also loves to learn.
Very little is known about Armiger D’Hara before joining the Order of the Rack. Found in the private quarters of a priest of Shelyn as a child, D-Hara was raised in the church. She served the church for many years before running away. It was a few years on the streets before she was abducted by an older man. She joined the ranks of many other missing runaways for a life of pain and abuse. Torture became a daily facet of her life as her host liked to experiment. She was introduced to the teachings of Zon-Kuthon. She found a strength that she hadn’t known before. Gone was her confusion, the uncertainty. Replaced with unwavering devotion and a clear path with purpose, she embraced her new life. At the age of 13, she tortured and broke her first victim, another young female runaway. Shortly thereafter she was released onto the world. A seeker of secrets, a purveyor of truth, and an enforcer of orderliness. For the next few decades, she wandered Cheliax as both a courtesan and a torturer. She was very pretty and put her looks to use learning how to disarm people with her looks and extract information with pleasure. When that didn’t work, she would practice her other skills.
Still, even with all of her successes and experience, she was still a novice. That is until she joined the Order of the Rack. The Hell Knights offered her structure. Something that she lacked and was desperately looking for. She studied and learned for a few more decades before actively trying to climb the ranks. To help prove her loyalty, she carved the spiked wheel into her hands, her feet, her chest and even had it done on her back. Her supervisors convinced her to focus on her talents and forgo the prostitution life style. To show her loyalty, she had the unholy symbol of Zon-Kuthon tattooed on her face and forehead. The eye sockets of the skull sit over her own eyes. The spiked chains ran down her cheeks like tears. It was more than enough to put off the common man.
She has learned how to extract information from even the toughest individuals. She has been recognized within the Order of the Rack as one of the top interrogators. Her success has earned her a promotion and the opportunity to travel to Kenabres. Whispered rumors and confessions have yielded information about betrayal and deceit within the ranks of the crusaders. D’Hara was dispatched to find out more information by the Master of Blades Kassir Voidai himself.

Lyj |

I've been doing a little tinkering with some fluff for Lyj. I've updated his Relationships with a random NPC I made up for Kenabres, where I figure he has spent the majority of his time since growing up orphaned (let me know if you'd rather I changed them to reflect a specific NPC or if they're inappropriate), as well as threw in this little story about him in one of his dealings with the local watch - presumably, this took place a few years ago, before he formally joined the Hellknights. It's a pretty loose interpretation of Kenabres's social structures and Lyj's capabilities, so it's all subject to change, of course, but it amused me. Enjoy.
Sergeant Fraekis looked up from his inspection of the debris littered around the overturned cart. ”Ah, don’t worry about him, Poe. He’s not harming anyone.”
”That’s easy for you to say, Sarge.” the Corporal returned. ”He always stares at me.” He shuffled around to the side of the cart the Sergeant was on, breathing a little sigh of relief when he cut off his line of sight to the subject of their conversation.
Fraekis chuckled. ”Probably because you’re always so nervous around him. It’s like dangling a bone in front of a dog and expecting it not to sit up and pay attention.” He shook his head ruefully. ”You know how he is. He’s always trying to figure out what makes us tick, and you tick pretty loud.”
Barrick grimaced. ”Well, I just wish Captain Sparks wouldn’t keep letting him follow us around. Why the hells does she call him in, anyway?”
Fraekis shrugged as he bent over the body on the stones, carefully checking for wounds. ”Over my pay grade. Word has it he’s been hanging around for ages, bothering the Riftwardens and their Librarium. They even say he's been seen over at the Hellknight Fort. Maybe she’s got some kind of deal with one of them.” He stood, dusting his hands. ”Either way, we’re done here.”
”In fact, you are not.” The cold, dispassionate voice came from just behind Corporal Barrick’s left shoulder. Both watchmen jumped and whirled, hands to their swords, startled gazes finding a red-skinned figure standing there, eyeing the body with calculating interest.
"Ah - inspector Lyj, we didn't...er..." Sergeant Fraekis said, lamely trailing off as without any seeming concern for their alarm, the tall horned man moved next to the corpse, a long forked tail snaking out from between a partition in his robes to lift the dead woman’s arm.
He adjusted his thin spectacles, as calm as any professor delivering a particularly dry lecture. ”You will find a mark somewhere in her right pectoral region, consistent with a small weapon capable of delivering cytillesh extract, as would be consistent with the discoloration around her earlobes.” He let her arm fall uncaringly to the ground with a soft thud, his tail moving to point out her hands. ”The victim is no longer wearing a signet ring, but the designs on her fingernails are consistent with the fashion known to be favored by Lady Farrah of Ustalav, visiting dignitary.”
The men of the watch stared, confusion obvious on their faces. Lyj’s yellow eyes narrowed infinitesimally, but that was the only indication of any irritation he showed. ”Relay this to Captain Sparks, and you will undoubtedly find the victim went missing from a function of some social importance, possibly displaying symptoms of confusion or memory loss before her apparent disappearance.” He glanced down towards the corpse, the barest hint of disdain in his unmoving expression. ”I would also postulate that the perpetrator is possessed of a great deal of wealth, without a similar amount of intelligence. A criminal with any talented aspirations at successful assassination would not go so far as to procure such an exotic poison as cytillesh and then not bother to properly dispose of the corpse.”
He and the guards looked at each other for a moment. After a pause, he raised one eyebrow artfully. ”I believe that observation fulfills my obligation to your organization for today. Inform your Captain we are, as she puts it, 'even' for the incident involving the break-in of my domicile twenty-three days ago.” His icy gaze met Corporal Barrick's directly. "One corpse made, another found."
The Corporal paled, and the tiefling's head tilted, as if considering a puzzle. After a few seconds, he nodded sharply, then suddenly turned on his heel and strode off, his business apparently concluded. The Sergeant looked on, unsure if he should be amused or horrified. There was a beat, then he spoke to Barrick out of the side of his mouth.
"You're ticking again, lad."

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Dragonofashandflame wrote:Sir.Samnell wrote:Veltharis wrote:Kenabres. Dawn. Wands drawn.
On that note and with profuse apologies to Samnell, I'm afraid I will have to go down the Conjurer-route after all.a tumbleweed blows in the wind.
whichj of you use would be Aaron Burr?
If that means I get a musical named after me ~200 years later, I'm down for that...
On a more on-topic note, my week has been less than accommodating for my particular, overly-obsessive brand of character creation. I've got the fluff (though it's admittedly a bit more threadbare than I generally like), but I have not had the time to put together the crunch yet. I love this character and this is precisely the type of scenario she was originally built for, but I simply cannot get everything finished before the deadline.
Consequently, I'm afraid I'll have to bow out. I'll go ahead and finish though, so if you ever need a substitute, do keep me in mind.

Dragonofashandflame |

Samnell wrote:Dragonofashandflame wrote:Sir.Samnell wrote:Veltharis wrote:Kenabres. Dawn. Wands drawn.
On that note and with profuse apologies to Samnell, I'm afraid I will have to go down the Conjurer-route after all.a tumbleweed blows in the wind.
whichj of you use would be Aaron Burr?
If that means I get a musical named after me ~200 years later, I'm down for that...
On a more on-topic note, my week has been less than accommodating for my particular, overly-obsessive brand of character creation. I've got the fluff (though it's admittedly a bit more threadbare than I generally like), but I have not had the time to put together the crunch yet. I love this character and this is precisely the type of scenario she was originally built for, but I simply cannot get everything finished before the deadline.
Consequently, I'm afraid I'll have to bow out. I'll go ahead and finish though, so if you ever need a substitute, do keep me in mind.
fair enough.
sad to see you go!
happy gaming!

Dragonofashandflame |

Technically, Saturday's in like an hour and a half. ...so excited.
Anybody want to do some theoretical character relationship stuff in the meantime, just to whet the appetite? Figuring out how we may or may not know each other, that kind of thing?
Heh.
Aw, the anxiousness is making me blush!