I am new here, I've played only once before. I am interested in playing in an exciting and adventurous campaign! I have a 1st Level Monk created. If possible, my friend is also interested in playing as a barbarian. We would be dedicated posters and I can vouch for our dependebility. The monk is adaptable, the barbarian is more set. Please let me know if anyone has room!
Here is the background I've made up for Alzkahar Von burin the Monk.
Alzkahar Von Burin was the son of a baker. His parents were taken as slaves in the Great War, and then he was wise for an orphan. He could live on the streets or in the woods. He had little choice. Sometimes he was hungry. Sometimes he was cold. He fought for his life, and he learned to live. He was fast and quick, quicker than most. Some days he went begging, some he went stealing. He thought and grew bold.
He went to the monastery and begged one day. The monk at the door stood like a tree. He did not talk. He beckoned only. Alzkahar followed, and was brought into training to be a monk. For many years he learned and studied in the monastery. He learned the use of the staff. He learned to be quick and to be slow. He was very good at baking because his father had taught him well, and he was the cook for the monastery. He learned many things. He did not leave the monastery for many years.
One day he was sent begging for the monastery in the city. The city was still much destroyed from the Great War, and was a painful reminder to him despite the many years that had passed. On crossing a bridge he was accosted by a gang of thieves and scoundrels who would have robbed him of his beggings for the monastery. A flurry and a tussle and a roar was there, and Alzkahar was beaten by the gang. Through the haze, he remembers only a screaming and a flashing of green and a sudden relent to the beating. He lost consciousness.
When he awoke, he was looking into the nose of an unprecedented creature. It wore a helmet of yellow metal. It was small, a child, perhaps, and carried a bucket full of stones and ripped parchment. Alzkahar lost consciousness again. When he awoke, the child was carrying him to its lair, muttering one word, very indistinguishably. It was “Party,” but he would not find that out until much later. He understood only grunts. He was perplexed and confused despite his wisdom. He struggled to his feet from the child’s arms. The child was very strong, and appeared to be of orc descent. There was no language it knew.
Alzkahar took pity on the orphaned child. He knew that the monastery would never allow this creature to study to be a monk, so he smuggled it in and housed it under his floor. For lack of a better name, he referred to his charge as Grunty. Sometimes he called the orc-boy Grunty McGrunts. He did his best to teach the child, but it proved to be a very simple creature, despite redeeming qualities like generosity and general amiability. One day, Grunty, who was simply too strong for his own good, was playing, he burst through the wall and into a meditation session. Alzkahar fled the monastery with his orcphan and went on the road. Since then, he has been teaching Grunty to make friends and to forget his cruel past.