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Oh, well I'm back, was having issues and had to prioritize my games... if your willing to take me back i'd be glad... but I'd like to use a diffrent character of you wouldn't mind :)

Darkin pipes in, I burn people... I love fire he just smiles dumbly at you, looking through you rather than at you. As if he's thinking of other places.

Darkin just shrugs at the Antipaladin. Hope all the good things stumble upon you, just to end up being cut down by your sword...

Darkin would rather he kill the man and he cares little on how he does it but if he is outvoted he won't do anything to anger the others in his group.

Well... I may have :P

Darkin looks at Pelleas and the hounds. I was always more of a cat person.

Darkin pouts, unsatisfied with the night's lack of death. He remains silent though, his murderous high slowly diminishing.

Was just thinking, this song is perfect for Darkin's attitude when he first meets you all ;P

make sure to sear the wound to prevent bleeding out... I can help with that! Darkin lauges maniacally. He licks his lips in anticipation.

Darkin walks up to the man and smiles, his face a mask of utter bloodlust. Even if you wanted to, we could get whatever we wanted from you with little resistance! he lifts his greatsword over his shoulder and sheathed the blade.

Great, my friends are haveing the same problem ;)

This is a fun campaign so far, even if all I have done so far is roll a 1 on a climb check and fire a magic missile ;)

oops, posted with my DM alias XD

Darkin hears the others shouting and frowns. He readies himself. Drawing from the power within himself, he creates a sheild of force in front of him. cast sheild on self

Darkin laughes at Alex. why? Well that could easily be chalked down to the noises of battle. Deakin looks at the gate and frowns. After his pitiful attempt, darkin just checks the gate.may as well try breaking the hinges on the thing.

Darkin frowns and looks up at the others climbing the gate. why must we resort to physical toil? Sure, it's in the name of murder, but I'm truly not in the mood...
climb: 1d20 ⇒ 2

Even his pitiful attempt had no heart

Darkin walks up to the anti-palidan, seeing that he is the one lest likely to ruin Darwin's garb. His bare chest is covered in black swirling tattoos, and the armored sash around his belly is a little loose. Darkin is in no way trying to hide himself. If there is something wrong, i advise we do something to fix it he then draws his greatsword, the heavy blade still not quite familiar in his hands.

My life for the next few weeks may be chaotic... i might not even post for a while. so just bot me if needed :)

Darkin huffs, well, i am very into lieing and deception... even if my linage is quite obvious...

Darkin ponders for a moment... but the dark force inside him seems irritated by his questions... Oh, fine then! you can keep yourself locked up inside all you want!

if your wondering, the "dark force" is the source of the rakshasa bloodline... it may be explained at a later time...

Darkin smiles. it's been a while since i killed someone!

Darkin, a little more interested, Smiles and concurs "Yes, why the rush? is there some event happening tonight that may be opportune, or do you think that with a larger group that we can get things done better?"

Darkin sighs his boredom once again. It's fine and all meeting these lovely scum, but i still don't see any profit... besides maybe a nice teifling in bed... but with all the other competition around, it doesn't seem likely that that's what this is for.

Darkin interjects himself into the group. "Oh, I know we are all just DIEING to meet you, but once again we must ask: Why where we all called here?

Darkin, seeing that everyone seems to have lost their interest with him, slinks back and just watches the others.

Darkin nods. "I've spotted a few, not too many but a few..."

Darkin laughs, I may try, but ultimately it comes to what powers manifest themselves inside me. I'm barely am able to throw balls of force! my blood has been so muddled I can not say what I am entirely.

Darkin scowls internally, how had he seen so well through my lie?

Darkin, of the Burningwood family. You may have heard of them? if not, don't bother. they are an... annoying bunch. I mean ,just look at me! born from a tiefling mother, no idea who my father was! Then I have sorcerer powers in a family of conjurer wizards... Just don't bother looking them up will you?"
Darkin seems quite passionate about talking down about his own family.

Darkin frowned. None of these paltry skum seemed to have recognized him well, it all was expected when you never talked to anyone...

Darkin strides up to the two men whom he caught the word Necromancy from.
"... and of the most glorious Pallid Princess. A pleasure to meet you."

Darkin chuckles. "oh, a blackgaurd? One of the famous Anti-paladins? why I'd never have though to meet one, T'is an honor my good sir." Darkin smiles, lieing through his teeth.
bluff: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

Darin's cat eyes flash, and their pupils dilate to thin lines.

sorry, forgot to do this before

Darkin thinks for a moment. the dark creature inside of him stirs and wreathes.
1/day untrained knowledge use
Know(history): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

however, even the dark soul inside him knows nothing of the origin of this tower...
Darkin moves into the Fort, not particularly keeping to the shadows... his eyes would glow anyways.

Darkin watches the others mill about, enter the fort and such, and he chuckles. the whole situation was dull to him. When can i start killing things? He thought.

Darkin approaches the front gate and glances in, seeing who has entered the fort already before he makes his way in himself.

Ahhh, iceland... i hear it is much nicer than geenland, the irony in that ;)

i was just thinking about my character's path... he's going to be a flaming cat-demon sorcerer wielding a great-sword and slashing enemies apart... all the while casting a flame-based maximized magic missile...

I LOVE this archetype :D

Dot, sorry for the delay, holiday was busy for me :)

here is my "lawful evil something" ifrit sorcerer with a crossed bloodline between rakshaka and Efreeti... born from a family of conjurers and trained by a thieves guild wizard before heading off to commit crime on his own.

Sorry, my other games just got ramped up, I'm dropping out of this recruitment.

Okay, here is a quick blurp of his personality and appearance.

Personally; to put it simply, he acts like nothing impresses him. He puts his opinion in when he thinks it will help, and otherwise doesn't care much for anything. The one thing he loves, is fire. He takes ever moment he can to set things aflame

Description: his skin is fire red with black tattoos in swirling patterns along his contours. His eyes are yellow with cat slits. He stands with a slouch and bored look on his face most of the time.

Yes, I had that when I applied to an older champain. Im changing it.

Here he is. I need to edit crunch and background though.

How about getting back to land? asked Darkin, looking at James. I'm sure there are plenty of similar jobs where my fire isn't sputtering out every ten seconds!

Darkin shrugs, I have plenty. My father cares little that I take his gold.

Darkin chuckles at the human. you don't own this ship! If anything you stole it! And even then, you haven't claimed it otherwise. My gecko would not even be able to get over here!

check out my character backstory on my character page.

Darkin laughs, no, my mount! I have a giant gecko on the other boat he points back at the other ship where a giant lizard is clinging to the mast upside down.

It's mid day! Darkin grabs the human and sets her back onto the ship. are you hurt? Concision or such? sun struck? Sea sickness? Don't worry, my lizard doesn't like the water either.

so Boblord, you can edit your post by clicking the edit button above the post. Don't just post corrections on different posts.
It also works for additional information.

Darkin yawns loudly. so, what now? burn the ship? mutilate the bodies? I'm good with anything.

Darkin looks at james with an expecting look

Darkin, pondering whether or not he should. Wonders what would happen if he burns the boat with the ranger and the cleric aboard... Then decides not to and cast burning hands into a sleeping pirates face.

6d6 ⇒ (6, 1, 5, 6, 6, 5) = 29

Wait, what? says Darkin, after casting a scorching ray at an archer.
touch: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
DMG: 5d6 ⇒ (3, 6, 5, 4, 6) = 24

An archer burst into flames and falls into the ocean where his body hisses in a burst of steam.

A tall man with red skin enters as well. He finds it odd how normal people never seem to meet in bars

I'm the child of a rich wizard and a djinn, an efreeti to be exact.

So basically, I'm the tallest one here? Great.

I made this character for a different campaign, but wasn't picked, so I'm applying here