hi gavin
my character is more or less a Cleric of Iomedae
he worships her but draws his power slightly differntly to most clerics
he stuggles with being Lawful
perhaps our characters could know each other? maybe they studied together and decided to go on a quest.
Krasus is a foundling and is looking for his parents, maybe your pc came along to helpRav
Well, Chaine is an orphan and was raised by the church. Perhaps they studied together? Chaine is also more drawn to the martial aspects of Iomedae and will probably be multi-classing Paladin soon, so don't feel that your niche as cleric is threatened.
Hmmm, I can see the two of them in the monastary with Kras coming up with all kinds of schemes that could get them in trouble and Chaine trying to talk him out of them.
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hi gavin
my character is more or less a Cleric of Iomedae
he worships her but draws his power slightly differntly to most clerics
he stuggles with being Lawful
perhaps our characters could know each other? maybe they studied together and decided to go on a quest.
Krasus is a foundling and is looking for his parents, maybe your pc came along to helpRav
Well, Chaine is an orphan and was raised by the church. Perhaps they studied together? Chaine is also more drawn to the martial aspects of Iomedae and will probably be multi-classing Paladin soon, so don't feel that your niche as cleric is threatened.
Hmmm, I can see the two of them in the monastary with Kras coming up with all kinds of schemes that could get them in trouble and Chaine trying to talk him out of them.
mmm.... linked pcs.... me like:)
Kras, what do you think of this?
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Chaine was literaly born on the battlefield. It really isn't fair to call it a battle though when the defenders were outnumbered three to one. It was a massacre. The attackers didn't stop with the army either. As the defenders broke and ran, thier foes swept down on them and slaughtered all within reach. Then they rode through the supply train and through the camps, burning and pillaging. Not even the camp followers were spared thier wrath. It was here, behind the lines, that a cleric of Iomedae found Chaine. A naked, headless woman, presumably the mother, was curled around him protectively. Another woman lay dead nearby, wearing the robes of a healer. The babe couldn't have been more than a few hours old. Another soldier's bastard that would die before he had gotten much of a chance to live.
The old cleric gathered up the child and brought him back to the monastary. Surely they could find someone to foster the child. When he arrived at the monastary, he found it to be in a state of turmoil. That very morning, someone had left another child at the doorstep! This one appeard to be a half Orc. The Brothers had made some inquiries around the nearby village, but no one knew who could have left him. However, one of the goodwives had recently had a still birth and was willing to be a wet nurse. When asked, she said she could care for two as well as one and so, Kras (for that was the name left with the half Orc) and Chaine (named by the cleric who had found him) were sent to live in the village, with the monastary providing a bit now and then to the family that was raising them.
Chaine and Kras grew up as brothers. Sure, they may not look much alike, but they are brothers in all the ways that count. They played together, fought together, and made mischief together in the way of all small boys. Wherever one of them showed up, the other was bound to be close behind.
It was during their eighth year that tragedy struck again. Disease ravaged the village and the goodwife and her husband were both struck with illness. Unable to care for the boys, they were returned to the monastary. The Brothers took them in and decided that they were old enough to begin training. They were taught to read and write and to revere Iomedae. They performed odd jobs around the monastary such as sweeping and running errands for the Brothers. Chaine was serious and studious while Kras was a bit more... erratic. Oh, he was never really bad, he just liked to do things his own way and was constantly questioning the Brothers about why things had to be the way they were.
Occasionally, a paladin or travelling cleric would drop by the monastary to deliver messages or to take a rest during a journey. It was at these times that the boys really came alive. They both were keenly interested in the traveller's tales and especially about fighting. They had both grown into big, strong lads with Kras towering over even the tallest of the Brothers. Sometimes, paladins and the more martially inclined clerics would take them out behind the monastary and teach them a bit of weapons work before they had to move on.
Then the day came when the Abbot called them in. He told them that they were now 16 years old and had completed thier training. They were to be made full clerics. As thier first duty, they were to travel to Sandpoint and arrive in time for the Swallowtail Festival on the first day of Autumn. It was during the Festival that a new temple was being dedicated. He would like them to deliver a gift for the new temple as a sign of goodwill.
Added a very short background sketch to my profile. I hope it's alright.
Kras, what do you think of this?
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sounds good to me
Rav
Introducing Raenciryth (at least that's his nom de guerre)an rogue storyteller. (Far more rogue than storyteller.) An ancient soul in search of redemption for who he was be for became himself ("Ask not of the Elves for their answer will profit you little"). For those of you who speak Elvish, it translates as “He who wanders in twilight”
Catman, I’m too much of a luddite to figure out where everyone has the characters posted that they’ve linked in so nicely so I’m sending it directly to your e-mail. As I told you in my e-mail on Monday, this has been a horrendous couple of days at work for me so I apologize again for my slowness in getting this to you. From here on out things should get much better. After I get out the character sheet and bio, I put up an introductory post out.
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Introducing Raenciryth (at least that's his nom de guerre)an rogue storyteller. (Far more rogue than storyteller.) An ancient soul in search of redemption for who he was be for became himself ("Ask not of the Elves for their answer will profit you little"). For those of you who speak Elvish, it translates as “He who wanders in twilight”
Catman, I’m too much of a luddite to figure out where everyone has the characters posted that they’ve linked in so nicely so I’m sending it directly to your e-mail. As I told you in my e-mail on Monday, this has been a horrendous couple of days at work for me so I apologize again for my slowness in getting this to you. From here on out things should get much better. After I get out the character sheet and bio, I put up an introductory post out.
don't worry about it. i got both of them
Raencyrith sat watching the Swallowtail festival being set up in the predawn hours of what promised to be a beautiful day. It was almost as if the spirits of the night were engaged in building the day to come. Cooking fires were set, wares were put on display, arranged and rearranged again for maximum effect.
He stretched his long, lean frame out at the base of the town fountain, finding a comfortable location from which he could watch the world as it orbited around him and hopefully attract enough listeners for his stories. In the mean time he enjoyed the growing light of the dawn and listened to the conversation of the merchants around him.
As the sun rose he pealed a pear and watched the gathering crowd. The first ones at any fair were invariably the bargain hunters and children. The former for the obvious reasons and children because you couldn't keep them away, even if you wanted to. This was especially true of those waifs that humans tended to let run wild, unattended and unloved. They moved through the fair like hungry hawks, one eye on anything they could lay their hands on unnoticed and the other ever searching for the city guard.
He sliced the pear in half, one side was for his enjoyment, the other as bait. The bait he placed to the side, in sight but not obviously so. It didn't take long before he noticed the tiny hand reach out from beyond the bend of the fountain steps. A quick glance at the young girl and he smiled. Perfect. She couldn't have been more than seven, obviously poor and more obviously hungry.
He turned to her and grinned. "You must by Anara. I was told to expect you." Panic warred with confusion in her features, unsure of what to do. "Would you like some cheese with your pear?" he asked casually. Hunger won and she nodded her head. As he tore off a piece of the honey loaf he'd gotten fresh from the baker before the sun came up he offered it to her. She reached out for it with her every muscle primed to bolt if Raencyrith tried to grab her. He didn't so she stayed in place. With one eye on him she consumed both the pear and the bread like a hungry vole.
"Your brother told me that you'd be stopping by" he lied "and I promised him I'd let you chose the first story of the day. So what will it be; Pyrna and the Golden Dragon, Larsa and Galen, Kystra and the Blue Faerie?"
He watched her calculating if it was worth it. She had eaten the food and ran the risk of being found out. On the other hand, when was the last time she had a chance to listen to a storyteller and even more exciting, choose the story to be told. That was the privilege of those with jingle to pay for the story. Her eyes narrowed as she decide that fortune favors the bold.
"Are you an elf?" she asked.
"Indeed I am. Raenciryth by name, storyteller by trade. So what will be your pleasure little one?"
She hesitated for a moment and asked "Can you tell me the story of Janna and the Queen of Air and Shadows?"
Raenciryth laughed. It was a good choice, better then the tales he had offered and by her standards infinitely superior because it was a good quarter hour longer in the telling. "A fine choice he smiled"
"In the days before the emerald throne was shattered and cast into the burning sea there was young girl by the name of Janna. She lived in Black Star castle as a scullery maid ......."
I know, I'm an idiot. That post is now on the correct board.