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Was it possibly the award winning answer for the grand prize. huh huh? :) Just kidding, but good luck to all of you as well as have fun those that get in and thank you for your consideration DM.


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I felt as a barbarian, especially one who lost his family and home to what ever, disaster await his journey to find out. represents Neutrality as he isn't really going on a quest for other peoples sake. As also he is in with a group that isn't considered lawful or good as they tend to deal in more black market type goods,nor is it truly evil. So as a raging barbarian who is mostly out for himself he is chaotic neutral, though even if he is out for himself doesn't mean he cant join a group of adventurers as anyone knows you cant always do something alone. Along with the who idea of anyone touching his necklace from his father tends to send him into a rage is more along the lines of chaotic

Ugh hope this isnt cluster f@!$ed kinda not in the thinking process right now, sorry.


Haha, sorry Darknlight I started that downhill mudslide.


Dm DarknLight, was just making sure everything was alright for my character. Do you need anything else?


I hope this is okay for you, If you need more let me know

Kobad Kneffka, Human barbarian with invulnerable rager archetype, with the reclaiming your roots and Dusk Walker agent traits.

http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=418254

Here is his back ground if it is easier to read this way For as long as he could remember it was his mother and him living in Kelepesh, once he got to the age of working and his mother became ill and unable to provide for the family. He quickly sought for work, having difficulty as he never interested into being a craftsman or a laborer he walked upon the Nightstalls one day. A place he was to never step foot in his mother demanded but he knew he had to find work. As he walked about the place looking for any type of work. across the market way a commotion was being created in the distance a man arguing with a merchant. The argument quickly became violent as the customer yelled out and stabbed the merchant just before he grabbed something off the merchants table running. As the man ran past Kobad he was soon lifted off the ground and quickly slammed into the floor. He stepped away picking up the item the man took and brought it back to the merchant who was recovering from a small stab wound. Kobad placed the item back onto the table of the merchant and moved towards the exit. After the situation settled an agent of the Duskwalker Guild caught up with the boy just as he was leaving and offered Kobad a job that would pay quite well.

Couple of days later after debating on the idea he went back only to find that they disappeared. Heading back home despaired of the opportunity disappearing he found his mother succumbing to the sickness. Her lasts words to him was to continue his life and learn his history and left him with a small chest that has been hidden away. Searching through the items after he took care of his mothers body he found a book and a necklace of high value. Reading through the book he learned that at a young age before his memories, they lived in a village called Kelmarane which was attacked. Him and his mother with few other families escaped only to leave behind the men who could fight including his father. The necklace having been owned by him, grieving over the loss he took what little they owned and wore the necklace proudly.

Days later the agent came upon him once again and with little retrained Kobad accepted the offer. Now working in the Nightstalls as an agent for the guild he gained his abilities to fight and use his size and stature. Within the year of learning about his past and about himself through the notes and book he had. He gained a rage that grew slowly inside him for what ever attacked the village that day, taking his father and mother with them. Until that rage exploded when the first person touched his necklace. So beaten and broken from being tossed around like a rag doll, there was no hope for that thief. Years later he begins turning 17 after having worked in the Nightstalls for the past 3 years he has gained many connections and items he begins to search for a way to go back to his village.


Ausk Beastcall the half-orc, Ranger/ beast master
http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=417806

.What set of circumstances found you in Port Peril at a tavern having a lively drink anyway?

-After traveling from the port of Ilizmagorti and still having his health, he decided to celebrate with a few drinks too many might I add. At the Formidably Maid after noticing that the other quests were not very receptive to his arrival once drunk he decided to find somewhere more acceptable and safe to sleep the night only to become unconscious after a few blows to the head.

2.Are you the type who struggles against his chains as they are being put on or waits for an opportune moment to murder the jailer?

-He is quite the type to wait for a good moment to pierce the heart of his jailer, who knows maybe he will respectfully eat said heart show that half orc or not, somethings are not meant to be chained.

3.How do you see your character developing mechanically? Storywise?

-Hopefully he can move decently through with a bit of swaying to and fro with the waves to make changes as needs fit to get to the top of the food chain besides the assistance of wild life and providing range or melee support.

4.Be ye a dirty scoundrel who would sell his mothers soul fer a farthing and a pint o' rum or be ye some heroic type who be thinking himself better 'n 'is fellow black hearted bastard?

-Do you have to pick either one. I mean really who says ye cant just look out for yourself and raise to the top, either through showing that your better or seller. which ever is quicker and easier right?

5.THAR BE VOIKINGS OFF THE STARBOARD BOWWW!!! What do you do?

- Well At first he will attempt shots with his bow, fire or not. Then once the boarding commences hopefully with a two handed weapon begin smashing or slashing to and fro with glee and might. Maybe with the assistance of some type of animal Who knows maybe a bird of prey drops a little alchemists fire here and there.