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Ciaran stares at the largest spider, ignoring the smaller spiders around him his. his face shows no other emotion other than rage. with that he raises his great sword and strikes at the beast, bringing his sword down in a blur of motions and then stabs forward.
Ciaran looks back at Adornis
with that he closes his eyes and the air around him begins to chill, his hands become wicked looking claws. he re opens his eyes to show reptilian like pupils. his face is now hard set and he grips his great sword with both hands.
stats while raging: Str 22, Dex 13, Con 23, Int 10, Wis 10, Cha 11 [/b]Offense:[/b] CMB:+12 unarmed strike
2claws
Great sword
Defense:
Ciaran draws his blade and puts his unlit torch on his belt
cairn pulls out a torch
cairn shrugs his shoulders.
with that being said, Carson grabs the other door and strains his muscles to open the door. through gritted teeth he says "get your weapons ready lads, no sense going into a fight unprepared"
Ciaran takes his ear off the door but keeps hand on the door and stares at the door for a minute, he then turns to the rest of his allies "I kind of find the warmth relaxing Oliver, you absolutely sure its evil?"
Ciaran raises an eyebrow at Rhoman
Ciaran stands, stretches and places his armor on. "I'll go wake him Oliver" he says as he shoulder's his pack. Ciaran then takes his sword out and quickly checks the sharpness before heading out. once outside he walks over to where Rhoman's sleep a nudges him awake with his boot. "plains man, its time for us to leave, a voice in our heads is telling us that it isn't safe here" he pauses for a moment "damn, we're slowly going insane aren't we?" Ciaran then throws his pack over his horse and quickly walks around outside to see if there's any signs of something following them or if there's something out of the ordinary
Ciaran sits there among his friends and looks back and forth between the door that Rhoman just left through, and oliver and roet "wow" he starts "nomad doesn't really like you guys, what did ya do holy boys, shoot his horse?"
Ciaran doesn't care much about politics of the country that he's from. his loyal to the people he considers friends, but isn't loyal to the country he represents. he is loyal to his homeland, but as illustrated in his back ground he isn't from Iullia. he has respect for scholarly people, since he himself is not and wishes he could be, and he also like to listen to priests and what the after life is like. he also think that people that are serious and stoic all the time are a little silly though, he figure that if your going to go through life you should do it while you're laughing.
Ciaran continues to stare down roet, rage running wild behind his reptilian eyes, his arm's loosely dangling by his side. he blinks once, his eyes become round again, but his face remains emotionless. he blinks again, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. his claws turn back into hands. he raises his right hand up to his head and starts to rub his forehead. he then turns around and goes and sits down by where he left his pack "give me a minute lads" Ciaran says"head always hurts a little after doing that" he continues to rub his head. It's getting worse... he thinks to himself. after a while he looks about the room and notices the blood trickling from the scratch he made on roet's arm "sorry about that monk" he says "hope there's no hard feelings"
Ciaran gives a wicked grin as he faces off with roet "Adornis, you should consider becoming a bard, because what you just said is music to my ears!" with this Ciaran gives into his anger his hands growing into talons and his pupils become reptilian. his smile melts away and his face is now emotionless, except with his eyes that now shine with pure rage. stats while raging:
Str 22, Dex 13, Con 23, Int 10, Wis 10, Cha 11 [/b]Offense:[/b]
unarmed strike
2claws
Great sword
Defense:
Ciaran looks at roet, "lets try this again green skin" he whispers harshly he then stops trying to grapple Roet, opens his claws, and slash's at his companoion
Ciaran slash's downward at the orc but only clips him
with the new turn of events Ciaran swears and says
the air around Ciaran starts to cool and his eyes start to become reptilian. he grits his teeth in frustration no.. a small voice of reasoning still talking to him now isn't the time to let the blood-lust rule me he glares over to Adornis his eye's questioning if he should begin rageing. come on lad... he thinks to himself as he now struggles with roet tell me what i should do
Gentlemen... carefully... tie them Ciaran stops setting up his bed and glances at Adornis and raise's an eyebrow and nods his head. he gets the rope from his pack, stretches, walks over to Roet, turns to Adornis and says "you realize its going to be a pain in the arse to restrain the monk, right?" and then attempts to grapple Roet
Ciaran crack his knuckles and drops his pack, and with a smile says "you know, I'm not the smartest man out there lads, but im certainly not daft enough to not realize that something just happened" he turns to his other companions "you boys better start talking to them and make sure their ok, from some of the tails I heard they probably aren't in control of themselves right now, and if their not in control of themselves there's a good chance that whatever is in control is not something friendly" he then pauses and a pounders look crosses over his features and he then says"I could be wrong though, I've heard of people who are able to sleep walk, they did seem quite tired when we got here so I guess they could be sleeping" after thinking about it some more he shrugs his shoulders and goes to a corner of the room and begins to inspect it to see if its comfortable to sleep on, and starts to get out some of his bedding "tell me if you figure out what's going on, or if you need my help lads. sprits aren't my profession, and neither are the sleep habits of man"
Ciaran, starts to laugh and puts his hand on Oliver's shoulder "preacher, I never knew you guys had a sense of humor" he eventually calms down and stops laughing and gives Oliver a large grin. "oh you are a good one preacher. but you of all people should know that we'll have the rest of our lives to live once we leave this place. there's always another adventure out there waiting for me such as us" he then turns to the rest of his companions and says "besides, the drinks are me once we get back! we'll raid the store rooms of every kings castle looking for the best mead and wine! it'll be a day that bards will talk about long after the world ends!" he turns back to Oliver "its kind of like what me old captain used to tell me, "you don't go in thinking you might die, you go in knowing that nothing will stop you from coming back out alive" he pats Oliver's shoulder and turns around and starts to head over to Rhoet and Rhoman, but says one final thing to Oliver "after all, how do you think I've stayed alive this long?"
Ciaran takes this in, seeming to understand what Adornis is telling him and then says
the explanation of what the creature is causes the perplexed look on Ciarans face to remain "wait..." he starts out, then pauses as he attempts to wrap his head around this new information. he scratches his beard and then says."so, you're saying that, that creature out there, isn't a bunch of souls thrown together, but that its a goddess?" he shakes his head "but it was talking about how it remembered its life in the city, or at least what little memory that it had" he then looks around at his companions "and could we please give it a name? it feels a little rude to not give it a title of some sort, especially if it was a goddess or all the people that used to live here"
"well.." says Ciaran as he stares up at the sky where the flame vanished. "you think that it would be a bit more... explosive" he then looks to his companions. seeing that they don't need his help with anything right now, he takes the liberty to take out his journal and starts to write down what he's seen today. when he starts to write about the mass of spirits that they meet today he takes the time to draw a rough sketch of the sprits last form. once that is done, he takes out one of his trail rations and begins to eat it. as he sits there and begin to sank on it. a confused look comes across his features and he eats and then says "how come that thing didn't attack us when we entered the secret passage way? I obviously knew we were going to come through there, and as far as I could tell I rather kill us than make an oath with us, so why didn't it attack us when we were sleeping?"
Ciaran waits till everyone starts walking so that he can cover the rear, once they start walking towards the tall building he takes a double behind him to try and spot anything out of the ordinary, and also starts to lightly hum to himself a song he remembers from his childhood
once he takes the oath, Ciaran walks, slightly hunched forward, with his eyes to the ground, pondering the thing he just meet. once he gets closer to his companions however, he cast's off his unusually dark demeanor and flashes them a smile and says "well lads, which direction do we go now?"
Ciaran waits until everyone takes their oaths and get far enough away that they wont hear him and then takes a small knife and lifts his shirt to reveal the tattoo of the silver dragon on the side and makes a small prick with the blade so that he can draw out a few drops of blood from a spot right next to the tattoo. holding the blood on the knife he looks at the shapeless thing and says "I am Ciaran Bran, berserker and orphan" he looks downward as if consumed in bitter thoughts, for once he does not smile, finally, looking back up to the creature tears start to drop from his eyes as he stares intensely at the strange thing and with emotion trembling through his voice he says "I am sorry for what happened to you, I will try as hard as I can to let you sleep in peace, once we end this plague, and if it turns out that there is someone responsible for all of this, I will try to bring them before you for judgment since you are now the lord of this land .I will notify the king of country I serve to leave you in peace, and should they ever disturb you're rest I will come and aid you, so far as mercy is given. I will also notify my homeland, of them I know that they will never disturb you. I will be bound by this oath and barging, as long as you hold up your end, if you do not, then there will be consequences for you just as there are for me. this is the contract that men of my country make, to ensure that we are never forced do evil" he then takes the blood on the knife and throws to the ground in a quick motion "this is the oath I make"
Ciaran starts to loosen up I am afraid our only move is to talk to them "well I'll leave the talking to you lads then, you got a plan to show them that we don't want to fight them? we are armed to the teeth, and not exactly the friendliest looking group"
Ciaran hand goes to rest on his great sword, and prepares to drop his pack should a fight start out. "aye lads, I see them, but I think we should try to clear up if they are friends or foe's as soon as possible. right now they don't seem to eager to get close to us" he then looks to adornis "you haven't given me reason not to trust you yet teacher, what do you think we should do, talk to them and make peace, attack before they attack us, or continue on or way and ignore them? they haven't caused us problems yet" he looks back to the wall "and I have to admit, im a little curious as to what lives here, its made no aggressive attempts to widen its territory, and the only foul thing that's been spreading from this place is a disease, and even then we don't know if the disease is magical or natural" he then looks back to adornis "im not a tactician, but if you have the power to drain life from the land itself, then armies would fall in the wake of that kind of power" he then shakes his head "it just doesn't make sense to me, something is living here and causing this to happen, but why?"
Ciaran wakes up from his deep slumber and stretches. after words he checks his armor and weapons for any signs of wearing, after he is satisfied with the condition of his equipment he straps on his scale mail and put his pack on, and then straps his great sword on. he then gives everyone a wide grin and says "come on lads" he looks forward into the darkness of the passage ways "today is when we find out if our host's know if we are here or not". he then takes out another torch from his pack "you need this Adornis?"
Ciaran, upon hearing Adornis's request for a torch forgets the question he posed to Oliver and rummages through his pack to pull out one of his torch's
Ciaran takes a minute and studies Oliver for a little bit, he scratches his beard and then says "hey preacher, which god do you work for?"
Ciaran grins at Adornis and says "I certainly find that to be the smarter solution sir. if you have another need for me, my rage, or my sword, just let me know" with that, Ciaran stands and waits for everyone to enter the passage way before heading in last, and bringing up the rear, like Adornis suggested
I certainly like the way the map looks
Ciaran takes his hand and pounds it on his chest and grins widely at
"arrows need to get past my scales first" and then chuckles "besides, it isn't easy to get past a dragons scales, and if they do" he starts to laugh little harder "they'll have to get through my thick head first" he then finishes laughs and looks to Augar once again "I do appreciate the concern mate, if you wish to join me at the front I'd be more than happy, it's always easier to face hell fire when there's someone next to you after all, but I'm still probably one of the sturdiest built men here, just thought I would make myself useful and help make sure everyone stays safe"
Ciaran takes the time to write the days events and the names of the people he meet in his journal. after that he then takes the time to train and exercise. after 2 hours of practicing his sword play and doing various exercises, he takes off his scale mail so he can rest and nap for the rest of the remaining day. as night arrives he wakes up and straps his Scale mail on again and collects his things
once he crosses the moat and waits for the others he looks up into the starry night and sighs, his usual smile is replaced a contemplative look. at least they're someplace better now he thinks to himself and then, speaks to no one in general saying "I can never really tell, is the night sky a dark blue or black?" he then pauses for a minute before grinning and saying "I like to think it dark blue, I don't think the after life would be worth it if we were always surrounded by Darkness" he then looks at the secret entrance that now stands before them and says "might be best for me to take the lead from here on in" and then flashes a large grin at his comrades"after all, a berserker makes a good wall to catch arrow with" and then chuckles at the joke he made towards himself.
Ciaran's smile turns into a playful smirk as he looks up at the tower "well preacher, at least it wont be dull now." he turns back to Oliver and say "your advice makes sense, but it might be best if only a few of us search for the entrance. Berserkers, like me, aren't known for being good at sneaking around" his smirk becomes a little more evil and dark "but if you can make a flare of some sort for them to use when they need help then I'll come charging and looking for blood"
Ciaran gives a hearty laugh. "I like you lad, you're a smart one" Ciaran says to Adornis "I have to agree with you, lets look for another entrance, besides" he looks up at the imposing wall "im not looking forward to climbing that monstrosity, t'would be a shame to die before the real adventure began after all" he looks back to Adornis giving him a large grin and scratches his beard "and even if we can't find another way in, we could always try my one of my favorites and take a large hammer and knock" Ciaran guides his hose to be behind Adornins
he then chuckles to himself a little and then looks at Adornis "so which way to find this secret entrance of yours? I'm eager to get in, we have history to write after all"
doting, sorry for taking so long.
Ciaran respectfully takes his share of the rations from the men and then cracks a large smile, with gratitude and mirth in his eyes, towards them. "Thank you very much sir's" he says "I'll be sure to put these to good use"-he turns and stares at the large citadel, his smile unfailing, but the brief gratitude in his eyes is replace with a fiery determination-"don't worry about us though" he continues to the men that guided them"we are the hunters that'll tame the hungry graves of Dillum Das" "after all" he thought to himself "we cant afford to fail at this point" with those as his final words to their guides he continues to look at the citadel and thinks to himself "maybe this is the place where I can finally find a peaceful sleep" he then chuckles to himself"maybe ill find a peaceful rest, but i wont let that happen till I make sure that all of these brave men make it back to their families and friends" and then turns to his new companions. "afternoon lads!" Ciaran says cheerfully, his large grin now recedes into a friendly smile. "you'll have to forgive me for not knowing of each of you, but could you honor me with each of your names? mine is Ciaran of Irullia, but I don't expect you to know who I am"
and for some reason it doesn't want to show the Description tab. so ill just fit it in this box. im really sorry Description: Physical: Ciaran is a tall intimidating figure, standing around 6ft tall and with a bulk of muscles covering his frame, he definitely looks like a warrior. He has long brown hair wavy that stops at his shoulders, he keeps it long to cover a scar that stretches from the top of his head down to the base of his neck, so far no one has been able to find out where the scar came from, in fact, he has a lot of scars he doesn’t talk about. He normally keeps himself clean shaven, but whenever he’s out in the wilds he tends to let his appearance become more relaxed, letting a beard grow and putting less time into grooming. He also has a tattoo of a Silver dragon with on claw holding a quiver of arrows in its left claw, and a great sword in its right, the tattoo is a memento of his family and a symbol of the power in his blood, it located on his right side, just a little above his hip. He tends to wear clothes that cover his body up though, preferring long sleeves and pants, so most people don’t see the tattoo that he has
Personality: Ciaran has a very happy- go lucky personality and tends to joke a lot, however he’s also a little shy. He doesn’t boast about his powers or his strength .He smiles a lot, but because he witnessed the death of his family his smile never really seems to reach his eyes. Despite being a berserker he’s quite gentle and try’s to be careful, knowing that with his strength he has to be. When he’s at a group gathering and starts talking with people he looks happy and makes jokes, but whenever he’s alone a more dark a brooding side comes out, one that’s filled with regret. He’s doesn’t rise to aggression and allows people mistreat him to a certain extent, but whenever a woman or a child is mistreated he instantly enter a stage of blood lust, with the intent of beating the assaulter within an inch of their life, normally it takes someone he knows and trusts to calm him down and stop him. Also when Ciaran enter his bloodlust, he isn’t like most barbarians where he’s screaming; instead he is almost completely silent and doesn’t say anything. When he does talk in rage, it’s normally is harsh whispers.
so, I realized that I made a mistake with the budget for equipment. I didn't see that there was 10k added onto it so here the updated version of my character, sorry for all of that. ill also repost the backstory with him so you don't have to switch back and forth- Firefoot17 DM only:
Ciaran actually grew up in a tribe of barbarians that holds no allegiance to any of the 6 nations, and lived a secretive lifestyle in an unclaimed island. These barbarians were different from others though, they all had blood from magical beings that coursed through their veins and allowed them to preform miraculous acts of strength because of their unique abilities these barbarians also worked as mercenaries for the various nations. However since the inhabitants bloodlines have crossed so much, their blood lines tend to be random.
Ciaran grew up in a happy family, and was the oldest 3 kids and was born with the blood of dragons coursing through his veins. However, after a bandit raid from pirates under the command of a pyromancer named Fastues, left him without family when he was 14. Without any reason to stay on the island he left to join the navy of Irullia in hopes of catching the criminals that killed his family. Backstory:
no one knows much about Ciaran or where he really comes from, in fact no one even heard about the now famed warrior till after his first battle among the Irullia navy when he was only 16. The battle took place against a group of pirates, led by a powerful pyromancer named Fastues, to raid the irullian ships during a war game set to take place between 5 ships, just off of the coast. When the battle first started the ship that Ciaran on, the gray wol f, was hit by a large fireball on the deck which sent the ship up in flames and caused many of the crew members to jump ship. The battle continued with the pirates pressing the unprepared navy hard, one already sinking due to cannon fire, and the other was up in flames. This left only 3 able-body ships against the pirates 4; however, since this was a war game, the navy’s ships only had their reserve supply of black powder and cannon balls, while the pirates were sure to have their ships full of gun and powder. The battle was hard and vicious, but because of the fighting, no one noticed that the grey wolf was slowly turning and moving towards the pirate’s flag ship the Red Drake, and towards Fastues. The demonic looking ship was seen to be piloted by a lone irullian soldier with a large two-handed strapped to his back. Unfortunately for the pirates, they didn’t spot the evil looking ship until it was too late to try and outmaneuver it. The air was split with the deafening noise of timbers splintering as the grey wolf’s flaming prow drove itself into the Red Drakes hull. A single figure jumped through the inferno that was now the [i]grey wolf onto the deck of Red Drake and stopped once it reached the middle of the deck and started to have a coughing fit. Fastues stared at the figure of the man who just rammed a flaming ship into his. Judging by the insignia on the figures armor he was a soldier of Irullia but as took in more of the boys features he was probably no older than 16. The child was tall for someone of his age probably stood around 6’ tall, he had long brown hair, and carried a large two-handed sword on his back. His clothing was a standard irullian uniform with a tunic that covered the scale mail that the lad wore. He might be considered handsome, but right now he was covered with black ash. After a while the boy stopped coughing and stood up and said “you Fastues the pyropirate?” , “I’m much more than that lad, im every seafarer’s worse nightmare” replied Fastues. The boy gave out another cough and said [b] “word of advice, next time you throw a fireball at a ship, make sure you’re burning the sails as well” . As if to prove the boys point, one of the burning mast’s of gray wolf’s let out a loud groan and fell down and lodged itself against the mast of Red Drake. When Fastues looked backed at the strange boy he saw that the young man had an evil grin. “its time for you to die Fastues ” the boy said “my name is Ciaran Bran, and I am the man who’s going to kill you” with that Ciaran drew his large Great sword and plowed head first into the group of pirates that stood between him and his target. The battle between the pirates and the navy continued, as the battle progressed only 2 figures were spotted on the Red Drake, as flames from gray wolf started to lick the side of the boats, one carrying a Great sword and the other lobbing balls of fire in a battle to the death. Eventually, both boats began to sink, taking the 2 men down into the water. With the pirate’s leader gone, they made a panicked retreat. After the battle a search party commenced to look for the body of the young man who gave his life to help win the battle. But after several long hours without a sign, it was assumed that the body was trapped within the sunken ship and that Ciaran Bran was dead. When the ships returned back to port they had a funeral procession for Ciaran. Two weeks later Ciaran walked through the gates of a nearby outpost and asked for transportation back to his station. It was then found out that Ciaran and Fastues fought until the fire and smoke made it impossible to see and breathe, and then jumped into the sea and swam for the shore. But since the shore was too far he ended up passing out and, by luck, washing up on the shore he was swimming for. After waking up on the beach he used his used the stars to direct his way and the training he received at home to survive off the land as he made his way to a military outpost, it’s still unknown whether Fastues also survived the battle. Shortly after he returned to his post he was declared a war hero and was promoted, ever since then he’s rise his way to become one of the nation’s most famous warriors and survivalists. Today he is 21 and one of the kingdoms elite fighters, and bears the nick-names Dragon Hunter and Gray wolf from his first exploit against the Burning pirate Fastues. Because he is known to be adaptable, a survivor, and a berserk of great strength he has been chosen to help explore the citadel Stats: Male Human Barbarian 1
Init +5; ------------------------------ DEFENSE ------------------------------ AC 17, touch 11, flat-footed 16 hp 25 Fort +9, Ref +3, Will +2 ------------------------------ OFFENSE ------------------------------ Speed 30 ft. Melee
[spoiler=Description]Physical: Ciaran is a tall intimidating figure, standing around 6ft tall and with a bulk of muscles covering his frame, he definitely looks like a warrior. He has long brown hair wavy that stops at his shoulders, he keeps it long to cover a scar that stretches from the top of his head down to the base of his neck, so far no one has been able to find out where the scar came from, in fact, he has a lot of scars he doesn’t talk about. He normally keeps himself clean shaven, but whenever he’s out in the wilds he tends to let his appearance become more relaxed, letting a beard grow and putting less time into grooming. He also has a tattoo of a Silver dragon with on claw holding a quiver of arrows in its left claw, and a great sword in its right, the tattoo is a memento of his family and a symbol of the power in his blood, it located on his right side, just a little above his hip. He tends to wear clothes that cover his body up though, preferring long sleeves and pants, so most people don’t see the tattoo that he has
hi! this is Firefoot17, here is the character I created for this campaign. as you can probably tell, his name I Ciaran Bran
DM only:
Ciaran actually grew up in a tribe of barbarians that holds no allegiance to any of the 6 nations, and lived a secretive lifestyle in an unclaimed island. These barbarians were different from others though, they all had blood from magical beings that coursed through their veins and allowed them to preform miraculous acts of strength because of their unique abilities these barbarians also worked as mercenaries for the various nations. However since the inhabitants bloodlines have crossed so much, their blood lines tend to be random.
Ciaran grew up in a happy family, and was the oldest 3 kids and was born with the blood of dragons coursing through his veins. However, after a bandit raid from pirates under the command of a pyromancer named Fastues, left him without family when he was 14. Without any reason to stay on the island he left to join the navy of Irullia in hopes of catching the criminals that killed his family. Backstory:
no one knows much about Ciaran or where he really comes from, in fact no one even heard about the now famed warrior till after his first battle among the Irullia navy when he was only 16. The battle took place against a group of pirates, led by a powerful pyromancer named Fastues, to raid the irullian ships during a war game set to take place between 5 ships, just off of the coast. When the battle first started the ship that Ciaran on, the gray wol f, was hit by a large fireball on the deck which sent the ship up in flames and caused many of the crew members to jump ship. The battle continued with the pirates pressing the unprepared navy hard, one already sinking due to cannon fire, and the other was up in flames. This left only 3 able-body ships against the pirates 4; however, since this was a war game, the navy’s ships only had their reserve supply of black powder and cannon balls, while the pirates were sure to have their ships full of gun and powder. The battle was hard and vicious, but because of the fighting, no one noticed that the grey wolf was slowly turning and moving towards the pirate’s flag ship the Red Drake, and towards Fastues. The demonic looking ship was seen to be piloted by a lone irullian soldier with a large two-handed strapped to his back. Unfortunately for the pirates, they didn’t spot the evil looking ship until it was too late to try and outmaneuver it. The air was split with the deafening noise of timbers splintering as the grey wolf’s flaming prow drove itself into the Red Drakes hull. A single figure jumped through the inferno that was now the [i]grey wolf onto the deck of Red Drake and stopped once it reached the middle of the deck and started to have a coughing fit. Fastues stared at the figure of the man who just rammed a flaming ship into his. Judging by the insignia on the figures armor he was a soldier of Irullia but as took in more of the boys features he was probably no older than 16. The child was tall for someone of his age probably stood around 6’ tall, he had long brown hair, and carried a large two-handed sword on his back. His clothing was a standard irullian uniform with a tunic that covered the scale mail that the lad wore. He might be considered handsome, but right now he was covered with black ash. After a while the boy stopped coughing and stood up and said “you Fastues the pyropirate?” , “I’m much more than that lad, im every seafarer’s worse nightmare” replied Fastues. The boy gave out another cough and said [b] “word of advice, next time you throw a fireball at a ship, make sure you’re burning the sails as well” . As if to prove the boys point, one of the burning mast’s of gray wolf’s let out a loud groan and fell down and lodged itself against the mast of Red Drake. When Fastues looked backed at the strange boy he saw that the young man had an evil grin. “its time for you to die Fastues ” the boy said “my name is Ciaran Bran, and I am the man who’s going to kill you” with that Ciaran drew his large Great sword and plowed head first into the group of pirates that stood between him and his target. The battle between the pirates and the navy continued, as the battle progressed only 2 figures were spotted on the Red Drake, as flames from gray wolf started to lick the side of the boats, one carrying a Great sword and the other lobbing balls of fire in a battle to the death. Eventually, both boats began to sink, taking the 2 men down into the water. With the pirate’s leader gone, they made a panicked retreat. After the battle a search party commenced to look for the body of the young man who gave his life to help win the battle. But after several long hours without a sign, it was assumed that the body was trapped within the sunken ship and that Ciaran Bran was dead. When the ships returned back to port they had a funeral procession for Ciaran. Two weeks later Ciaran walked through the gates of a nearby outpost and asked for transportation back to his station. It was then found out that Ciaran and Fastues fought until the fire and smoke made it impossible to see and breathe, and then jumped into the sea and swam for the shore. But since the shore was too far he ended up passing out and, by luck, washing up on the shore he was swimming for. After waking up on the beach he used his used the stars to direct his way and the training he received at home to survive off the land as he made his way to a military outpost, it’s still unknown whether Fastues also survived the battle. Shortly after he returned to his post he was declared a war hero and was promoted, ever since then he’s rise his way to become one of the nation’s most famous warriors and survivalists. Today he is 21 and one of the kingdoms elite fighters, and bears the nick-names Dragon Hunter and Gray wolf from his first exploit against the Burning pirate Fastues. Because he is known to be adaptable, a survivor, and a berserk of great strength he has been chosen to help explore the citadel Stats:
Male CG Human Barbarian 6
Init +5; ------------------------------ DEFENSE ------------------------------ AC 17, touch 11, flat-footed 16 hp 25 Fort +8, Ref +3, Will +2 ------------------------------ OFFENSE ------------------------------ Speed 30 ft. Melee
Description: Physical: Ciaran is a tall intimidating figure, standing around 6ft tall and with a bulk of muscles covering his frame, he definitely looks like a warrior. He has long brown hair wavy that stops at his shoulders, he keeps it long to cover a scar that stretches from the top of his head down to the base of his neck, so far no one has been able to find out where the scar came from, in fact, he has a lot of scars he doesn’t talk about. He normally keeps himself clean shaven, but whenever he’s out in the wilds he tends to let his appearance become more relaxed, letting a beard grow and putting less time into grooming. He also has a tattoo of a Silver dragon with on claw holding a quiver of arrows in its left claw, and a great sword in its right, the tattoo is a memento of his family and a symbol of the power in his blood, it located on his right side, just a little above his hip. He tends to wear clothes that cover his body up though, preferring long sleeves and pants, so most people don’t see the tattoo that he has
Personality: Ciaran has a very happy- go lucky personality and tends to joke a lot, however he’s also a little shy. He doesn’t boast about his powers or his strength .He smiles a lot, but because he witnessed the death of his family his smile never really seems to reach his eyes. Despite being a berserker he’s quite gentle and try’s to be careful, knowing that with his strength he has to be. When he’s at a group gathering and starts talking with people he looks happy and makes jokes, but whenever he’s alone a more dark a brooding side comes out, one that’s filled with regret. He’s doesn’t rise to aggression and allows people mistreat him to a certain extent, but whenever a woman or a child is mistreated he instantly enter a stage of blood lust, with the intent of beating the assaulter within an inch of their life, normally it takes someone he knows and trusts to calm him down and stop him. Also when Ciaran enter his bloodlust, he isn’t like most barbarians where he’s screaming; instead he is almost completely silent and doesn’t say anything. When he does talk in rage, it’s normally is harsh whispers.
ok, thank you very much for the information, here's the character I was talking about- Firefoot17 Backstory:
in life there are always those who were lucky and those who were unlucky, and Ciaran fits into the later of the two. he was borne as the only child to a drunkard farmer for a father and caring mother. As he was growing up he regularly received beatings from his father for not getting the chores done correctly or for being lazy or some times there wasn't even an excuse. Ciaran never fought back though instead he would take his anger out on any manual labor that needed to be done around the house. The most worst beating that he can remember was around his 13th birthday, the one day he resisted.
To commemorate becoming a man, his mother gave him a gift, a home made leather bracelet with 3 straps that were woven together and a single wood bead with the some druidic symbol carved into it. When his father him with it on, he accused Ciaran of stealing money from him and told him to get in the house. Sick of his fathers mistreatment towards him and his mother Ciaran refused to go back into the house this caused his father to pull out a large hunters knife, used to skin animals and say "I said into the house ya' thieving whore, or you'll get worse than the usual beatings". Ciaran again refused to go into the house, which caused his father to charge him in drunken fury. Ciaran lost the fight and the top half of his right ear as he fought his father, and the punishment he received was the Brand that now rest's on the inside of his left arm. It wasn't until a year and a half later Ciaran left the farm and hid in a covered wagon that belonged to a group of adventurers passing by the house. It was less that half a day when the adventurers found Ciaran hiding in a barrel that used to hold a days worth of trail rations for the group. After hearing why Ciaran left home the adventurers agreed to take him with them to the next town they were to stop at. however, while they were traveling the adventuring party was attacked by a group of gnoll's and it was then when he saw the power of the parties barbarian, yelling as she charged into battle and cleaving the demonic Hyena-men in half, never slowing down despite the many wounds she received. as he was dropped off in the next town he swore to himself that one day, he would be just as strong and indestructible. Eight and a half years have passed since that day and Ciaran is now a full fledged barbarian, wandering from town to town in search of work. Ciaran's search for money brings him to a small nameless village. As he walks towards the center of the villages town square, in search of a bar, he spots a small band of men laughing and yelling. When he walks closer to get a better look at what the men are laughing at he see's a woman shielding, a small bundle, with her body as men poke her with sharpened sticks and demand the see the child she is holding. As the bundle begins to scream in distress Ciaran feels his head begin to throb in pain, and a red mist begins to cover his eyes. he calmly walks up to the group and grabs the biggest of the men by the shirt, the one who seems to be leading the group in this activity, ad violently jerks him out of the crowd. the large man turns to face Ciaran and says "what are you doing you dastard!? get off of me!". The man then throws a punch at Ciaran, who them grabs his hand and starts squeezing. the man gave a panicked cry and tried to pull his hand free but he was trapped in Ciaran's vice like grip. The crunching of bones makes the other men stop as they see their leader fall to the ground cradling his hand. Ciaran unsheathes the great sword tied to his back and looks at the group of men "Any of you lads smart enough to run?", his voice is cold and shows no intention of backing down. Ciaran then kicks the large man on the ground towards his friends. "get this one out of my sight" he says, with that the to members of the group of men cautiously help their comrade up, and they all begin to slowly walk away."and don't let me see your dam faces again!" shouts Ciaran at the receding group. He then looks down at the woman and he small child, and see that the child's flesh is disfigured. "dam ship"he whispers to himself"more trouble that the thing is bloody worth". he then continues to the center of town and stops by the local tavern, as he sits down on a stool next to the counter a bartender comes up to him"what can I get you?" asks the bartender "right now, directions to kargas, looking for jobs, maybe as a peace keeper". the bartender look Ciaran up and down and says"you'd probably do better as a meathead for the local gangs, keep heading north and you'll hit it eventually" Ciaran then puts a gold coin on the counter, thanks the bartender for the directions and set out towards karagas Stats:
Male Human Barbarian 1
Init +2; ------------------------------ DEFENSE ------------------------------ AC 17, touch 12, flat-footed 15 hp 15 Fort +5, Ref +2, Will +0 ------------------------------ OFFENSE ------------------------------ Speed 40 ft. Melee
Description: Physical: Ciaran is a tall intimidating figure, standing around 6ft tall and covered with a bulk of muscles covering his frame. due to the various "accidents" that happened to him as a child he is also covered in scars, and burns. In fact, the scarring actually causes people to mistake him for a Half-orc most times. The two injuries that are the worst is the brand he has seared into the underside of his left arm and the jagged scar, that crawls from the base of the back of his neck to his partly cut off right ear. Because of the scar and the missing piece of his ear he grows his hair out to cover up the wounds. his hair is brown and in normally a rough tangled mess. His eyes on the other hand are hard and are a stormy grey.
Personality: due to the abuse he received as a child he is not good at socializing with others. However he does try to be friendly but he tends to be awkward because he isn't used to expressing how he is felling. He also doesn't like talking about any of his disfiguring scars or burns. He has a soft spot for young children and becomes enraged and hard to control when he see's them being abused, it is the only time where he actually needs someone else to restrain him. Abuse in general tends to enrage him but he can usually bottle his anger and channel it into the bloodlust that overtakes him on the battlefield, this being said however that wont stop him from trying to intervene and protect those being abused, even if it brings him a worse fate.
ok, just realized that you said today would be the last day to post things on this tab, so im just going to post my character right now, im really sorry if I inconvenienced you, and im sorry about any grammar errors, kind of rushed it a little bit - Firefoot17 Backstory:
in life there are always those who were lucky and those who were unlucky, and Ciaran fits into the later of the two. he was borne as the only child to a drunkard farmer for a father and caring mother. As he was growing up he regularly received beatings from his father for not getting the chores done correctly or for being lazy or some times there wasn't even an excuse. Ciaran never fought back though instead he would take his anger out on any manual labor that needed to be done around the house. The most worst beating that he can remember was around his 13th birthday, the one day he resisted.
To commemorate becoming a man, his mother gave him a gift, a home made leather bracelet with 3 straps that were woven together and a single wood bead with the some druidic symbol carved into it. When his father him with it on, he accused Ciaran of stealing money from him and told him to get in the house. Sick of his fathers mistreatment towards him and his mother Ciaran refused to go back into the house this caused his father to pull out a large hunters knife, used to skin animals and say "I said into the house ya' thieving whore, or you'll get worse than the usual beatings". Ciaran again refused to go into the house, which caused his father to charge him in drunken fury. Ciaran lost the fight and the top half of his right ear as he fought his father, and the punishment he received was the Brand that now rest's on the inside of his left arm. It wasn't until a year and a half later Ciaran left the farm and hid in a covered wagon that belonged to a group of adventurers passing by the house. It was less that half a day when the adventurers found Ciaran hiding in a barrel that used to hold a days worth of trail rations for the group. After hearing why Ciaran left home the adventurers agreed to take him with them to the next town they were to stop at. however, while they were traveling the adventuring party was attacked by a group of gnoll's and it was then when he saw the power of the parties barbarian, yelling as she charged into battle and cleaving the demonic Hyena-men in half, never slowing down despite the many wounds she received. as he was dropped off in the next town he swore to himself that one day, he would be just as strong and indestructible. Eight and a half years have passed since that day and Ciaran is now a full fledged barbarian, wandering from town to town in search of work. Ciaran's search for money brings him to a small nameless village, that was captured by the xenophobic humans less than a week ago. As he strode into the center of the village he saw a 3 men in uniforms, dragging a woman with pointed ear and small boy with less pronounced ears, out into the street. the woman was crying and begging the soldiers to leave her son alone, the soldiers only sneered back at her and kicked her down into the dirt. as this scene unfolded before Ciaran, a red mist began to cover his eyes, his head began to throb, and he began walking towards the soldiers. When he came to be less than 5ft away from the soldiers he heard one of them say "The boy's too young to get any work done in the mines, just kill him now". As the guard closest to the young boy raised a sword to kill him Ciaran walked up behind him and grabbed the soldiers hand and said "The lass asked you to leave them alone". the surprised soldier turned to look into the scarred face of Ciaran and said"stupid half-orc let go of my hand!". Ciaran said nothing back and began to squeeze until he heard the crunching of bones, causing the soldier to fall to the ground in pain. the two other soldiers stared at Ciaran, paralyzed with fear. "What's the matter lads?" said Ciaran "afraid to fight a real man?". The two soldiers then turned and ran towards the Villages Town hall. Ciaran then helped the Elf lady and her son up and told them to take his pack and rations and run to the desert, before they left though he took off the bracelet his mother gave him on his 13th birthday and gave it to the young boy telling him "when you take this lad I want you to make me a promise, you have to promise me that you'll become just as strong as me so you can protect your mother and others like her". with that he sent them off, and sat down next to the soldier on the ground and waited until the rest of the platoon arrived. The soldiers beat him until he blacked out, when he next woke up he was in chains, connecting with several other people, being transported as slaves of the new empire.
Stats:
Male Human Barbarian 1
Init +2; ------------------------------ DEFENSE ------------------------------ AC 12, touch 12, flat-footed 10 hp 15 Fort +5, Ref +2, Will +0 ------------------------------ OFFENSE ------------------------------ Speed 40 ft. Melee
Description: Physical: Ciaran is a tall intimidating figure, standing around 6ft tall and covered with a bulk of muscles covering his frame. due to the various "accidents" that happened to him as a child he is also covered in scars, and burns. In fact, the scarring actually causes people to mistake him for a Half-orc most times. The two injuries that are the worst is the brand he has seared into the underside of his left arm and the jagged scar, that crawls from the base of the back of his neck to his partly cut off right ear. Because of the scar and the missing piece of his ear he grows his hair out to cover up the wounds. his hair is brown and in normally a rough tangled mess. His eyes on the other hand are hard and are a stormy grey.
Personality: due to the abuse he received as a child he is not good at socializing with others. However he does try to be friendly but he tends to be awkward because he isn't used to expressing how he is felling. He also doesn't like talking about any of his disfiguring scars or burns. He has a soft spot for young children and becomes enraged and hard to control when he see's them being abused, it is the only time where he actually needs someone else to restrain him. Abuse in general tends to enrage him but he can usually bottle his anger and channel it into the bloodlust that overtakes him on the battlefield, this being said however that wont stop him from trying to intervene and protect those being abused, even if it brings him a worse fate. |
