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Are you still short? I ve got this character. I can retune under the " official stuff "
Character attached. I can adjust it to be location specific.
If you are still looking for a player I can adjust location.
see alias for details I can make it location specific
Background and Trait: Born to a trading family in Karcau, Elandor Nark showed promise as a disciple and a talented architect for the church of Abadar (God of cities, wealth and merchants). His skills were so advanced for his age that he even gained recognition and tutelage from the famed Professor Lorrimor. Over the course of several months, he and the professor spent hours debating the finer points of architecture, engineering and the civilian applications of necromancy. The Professor opened his intellectual doors and continues to flavour Elandor's outlook on the world. However, his mentor gone, his curiosity about an ancient legendary city powered by the labor of undead drew the scorn of his teachers. The bright young architect has decided to venture out to increase his knowledge and test his personal devotion. The religious symbol he wears around his neck shows a city carried by three skeletons with the motto. To Serve The Living Through Death As We Are Unable To In Life.
Seems I am past the due date. I will withdraw.
Character Linked. Hope I can get it. I will adjust character for location specifics.
I’ll try to update this under my main character sheet… but here it goes What, exactly, can you bring to the Blood Knives? Be as specific and detailed as possible.:
Every operation needs labor and every boss likes to have his lair. Have you ever wondered how that criminal mastermind came about his sumptuous lair, well if it were not for the likes of Elandor Nark, those magnificent masterpieces might not be. Elandor cringes at the thought of some of the crews he has worked with, but what else is a man with dreams and aspirations to do. Elandor is not a criminal at heart, but the pursuit of his convictions has lead him to pursue other means of achieving his ends. Anyways, who do think keeps the books legit, those street urchins who can barley read? You're able to survive and thrive quite nicely, where do you see yourself two years from the start of the game? In other words, what personal goals, outside of the anything to do with the Blood Knives, would you like to accomplish??:
Elandor sees himself operating a genuine construction/architecture business with some “side work.” He would have a team of followers with additional undead laborers to assist them. With time he will devote himself to create undead capable of creativity! [spoiler= You're caught in the act. How do you get away? Answering "I never get caught" is the wrong answer and will get you feed to my pet Daemon] As full-fledged member of the Church of Akabar, he simply “provides labor” to some profitable renovation and architecture work. How long will that cover last? Last time his “crew” was found digging under some wealthy merchants warehouse, it was easy, who else would want to work on sewer line tunneling[/spoiler]
Hello, I am interested, but need to adjust the character. Backstory and all will be adjusted in profile.
“You are obviously upset. I will leave you some time to breath, and return later in the evening to discuss the matter with you. In the interim, I will seek out a certain Laurel, purveyor of remedies, rumor has it she may be the only one in town with any knowledge about the current affliction.”
Elandor returns briefly to his room to retrieve his mace and sketchpad before leaving Jak’a’Nape to his grisly thoughts. What am I getting myself into… After asking a few locals, Elandor spots the masses. Hmm… this may be more difficult than I thought… He slowly approaches the crowd, holding back from the queue. There seems to be a few familiar faces.
”May death not be in vain, there is hope for those that live.”
“I apologize, I seem to have stirred some painful memories.” His appetite cut and deeply moved, Elandor pushed his plate, and approaches the man. “This evil you speak off, is it the plague? Did it take friend, or is there more? Not everyone in town looks affected. Tell me frankly, and I will do what I can to help. There is a druid of the Vale in town who believes she can help. I can seek her out.”
”Thank you, those look delicious.” Elandor takes an appreciative first folk full and nods in approval. He gulps his food down followed by a swig of fresh water. Keeping a curious eye on his host, he asks. “Tell me what seems to trouble you? There doesn’t seem to be the anticipated crowd? I realized these appear to be troublesome times with the plague and all, perhaps there is something a stranger can do?”
Despite the late night, Elandor’s internal rooster has him awake before the crack of dawn.
Noises of a busy kitchen draw him away from the spiraling towers… Flapjacks time
"Thank you and may Abadar bless your establishment." Noticing the black sash, Elandor adds "and my condolences for your loss."
Elandor makes his way in and drops his bag to the floor. Why do shields have to be so damn heavy… well as long as its saves me…
Elandor catches himself huming
Elandor whispers: “Thank you young lady, hear is a copper for you and an extra one for Eli. I didn’t mean to cause him any trouble.” Stepping out into the night Elandor feels exhilarated. Maybe its that darkleaf stuff... It was the thrill of the unknown, a new place, new faces, no constraints, just his ambitions and dreams… He wanders slowly over to Jak’a’Napes deep in thought. I wonder where that gnome and druid went. A local druid could come in handy to search for those ruins. If Elandor had learned anything from his consorts from the Church of Abadar it was if that it never mattered what you knew, but who you knew. To get anywhere he needed to make a name for himself. Curing a plague would get you some street credit, but he had neglected the infirmary studies to study the arts. Too bad, that could have helped now. This must be the place the young girl mentioned. Elandor scruits the street one more time before pushing the door. An old habit from the Abadar watch.
"Yes... Research on the local timber market and the original regional rustic mansion style. Yes I have heard rumors about these ruins as well. I would like to find out more about them, there may be more commercial opportunities there... I sense you may be all about honest commercial opportunities... May Abadar guide use in our arduous efforts and bless us in building a better tomorrow."
"Elandor, pleasure to meet you. I am architect in the employ of the church of Abadar. I hail from the capital, but felt the call of the road for some research. Never thought these parts would be so lively. Does anyone know of a place to rest for a night?"
I don't mean to intrude barkeep, but is the young half Orc just drunk or does he suffer some other ailment. The place is packed and noisy I believe you can go easy on him.
Dorial, I have heard that there is a lady in town that goes by Laurel and she brews a mean cup of Tea. Would you and your companion care to check her establishment out with me later, it seems to me like you may be well skilled in grass lore and she may know more about this plague
Sense motive
you, pretty nice if you don t mind me saying so, you have very halfling like features. Here you can keep it for your grand kids
what I have heard from the towns folk about the plague sine I arrived earlier is...
Looks up from his note pad. Well my artistic ability is improving... I guess I ll need to find some work untill things look better... You two look more out of place here than even I do. Are you an exotic shaman from these parts? How do you hope to cure this plague? What do you know of this plague?... But pardon me where are my manners... my name Elandor and hail from the capital gets up to shake hands, but ends up spilling his beer. oups!
may-be this is how that plague has been spreading drunken Orc breath... Well that put a damper on the good mood... Elandor sits down across from the gnome uninvited pulls out his sketch pad and begins immortalizing this glorious point in his career with pastels. Perception
Do you mind? You have a twinge in your hair. The young man pulls out the twig, and winks at the half elf. There seems to be a few seats near that big nosed gnome. Turns his back and heads for the empty seats. As he clumsily makes his way to the table, it’s not hard to notice his mace and armor are totally un-scuffed and shinny. Sorry… excuse me… that doesn’t stain…sorry..
Born to a comfortable trading family in Almas, Elandor Nark showed promise as a disciple and a talented architect for the church of Abadar (God of cities, wealth and merchants). However, his curiosity about an ancient legendary city powered by the labor of undead drew the scorn of his teachers and he lost them a commission on the design of a large sepulture for a wealthy merchant. Neglected by his previous mentors, the bright young architect has decided to venture out to increase his knowledge and test his new found devotion to a an unnamed god referenced in some old scrolls held by the church of Abadar. The religious symbol he wears around his neck shows a city carried by three skeletons with the motto. “To Serve Through Death As We Are Unable To In Life.” Elandor is a bright young idealist, who spends long hours sketching in his note pads. He has formal training, but hasn’t been out much. From comfortable origins he enjoys the finer things in life, but he is also passionate about his faith and wants to prove himself. He has heard rumors about a fallen civilization located around Falcon’s Hallow and hopes that he might find labor pool there to start his new endeavors… Cleric lvl 1 (Nobility/Death)
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