I'll be starting the campaign tonight. All of those who have posted here are accepted.
I'll be starting the campaign tonight. All of those who have posted here are accepted.
By tonight, what time are we talking about? This is doubly important for me because I'm in a way different time zone and need to know if I need to nap before then.
Hm, 11:10pm, not bad! I could probably stick around for 2, maybe 3 hours tops.
I will post when I get home tonight. Draxia will be fleshed out as well!
"They plague us because they see us as a threat. Told me as such when I gutted one of their leaders." He closes the thin leather book, stowing it away carefully on his person.
Olrune pushes a strand of hair back out of his face, then traces the tattoo around his eye. "Many of you know I left the clan years ago on a journey to learn more of the world. My will was that of iron; strong but brittle, I would break before I bent. So to temper my ignorance and anger I wandered, seeing the world as it is and not as it's told."
"The first leg of the journey was hard. Being a half-orc clad in furs and barely able to speak the common tongue did not let others take kindly to me. But a pious man helped me learn the ways of civilization, all of their customs and traditions. Their way is more complicated than ours, it is full of subtleties and unspoken agreements and half-truths. It takes a keen mind and an open ear to deal with them."
"The man taught me of many gods as well, and one of them that I learned of was Gorum, the Lord in Iron." He looks at Odak. "No doubt he would smile upon your choice of garb. He is the deity of strength, glory, war, and chaos." Olrune removes the large iron greatsword from his back, showing the black metal imbued in it and it's well crafted edge. "With the help of a master smith I made this blade. The Lord in Iron is present in all iron weapons, giving them strength to clash against flesh and metal and bone."
"One of the most difficult parts of civilized lands is their concept of money. When you're hungry you can't just take food. Well you can, but they have entire organizations of trained and armed men who will capture or kill you if you do. I became fascinated with this concept, and decided to kill two birds with one stone. I joined these lawmen to further my understanding of them as well as earn some coin to pay for my living."
"I never had such a headache as I did trying to memorize all of their laws. A man can strike his children, but not a stranger. If you steal bread you lose your left hand, but meat is your right. I could never remember enough of the rules to go out on my own, but I served well enough as muscle to back up my fellow guardsmen. In there I learned to fight with well crafted weapons and protect myself with an iron shell." He grins, banging on his full plate with a mailed fist.
"It was my time with them that convinced me of how corrupt civilization was. I arrested a man who was trying to force himself on a young maid, but after a day he was released. When I asked my superiors why, they gave me naught but vague excused. I learned soon enough that the man was a noble and simply paid his way free of jail." Olrune grips his greatsword tightly. "That...angered me. I decided to set things right my own way. Apparently killing a rapist is illegal if he has more money than you, so I had to fight my way out of town."
"It was then I went back to the forests, but I returned to a war-zone. The forests were full of the clash of metal and the smell of blood. Others may have shied away at that point, but this was something I understood and had long missed. I found a dying orc and learned of who was waring, then gave him the gift of mercy and set out to bathe the forests in the blood of the enemies of the Wolftooth."
"It didn't take me long to find a group of my brothers trying to hold a tunnel from our enemies. They were badly outnumbered, and tired and wounded from long days of battle. I walked in, a stranger clad in metal to them, but I proved my worth. I stood at the tunnel and bottle-necked it shut, then told my brothers to flee to find food and rest."
"The savages threw themselves against me, but they had been fighting unarmored foes of the Wolftooth. I stood stalwart in my armor with shield raised, and for the first time the Lord in Iron granted me his favor. I felt his power around me, twisting away blows and protecting me from the worst of attacks. They threw their warriors against me from dawn till dusk, but at the end I stood on a pile of their bodies and would not yield."
Olrune takes a sip, clearing his throat. "I didn't feel them at the time, but apparently I had accumulated more wounds than I had at first thought. One of the clan leaders of the Wolftooth found me bleeding amongst the bodies, and hearing the tale from the group I rescued he had a healer brought. I survived that day and have half my scars from that fight." He grins. "I couldn't have imagined a better way to come back to my brothers and sisters."