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    Story (think Harry Potter meets Chronicles of Narnia meets Norse mythology).
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    Name: Emza Fiendreaper.
    Female. Variant Human Alert Feat.
    Ht 5'9" Wt 176 Eyes Blue Hair Black. Age 56.
    Str 20 Dex 10 Con 20 Int 16 Wis 18 Cha 14
    Race Bonus Language: Celestial
    Background: Noble. History (5 + 3 = 8) and Perception (5+ 4 = 10). Language: Sylvan.
    Trait: While tolerant of most Fey, will hunt down any Evil creature.
    Family Creed: "If I cannot rid the World of Evil, I will at least expunge of it what I can."
    Ideals: Noble Obligation. It is my duty to protect and care for the people beneath me. (Good)
    Responsibility. Rule with wisdom. Defend those in my care. (Lawful)
    Bond: The common folk must see me as a hero o f the people.
    Flaw: In fact, the world does revolve around me.

    (Backstory Idea: From a long line of Heroic individuals dedicated to keeping the World safe from Fiends.)

    Skills: Insight (5 + 4 = 9), Persuasion (5 + 2 = 7).
    Languages: Common; Undercommon, Abyssal, and Infernal.
    Equipment: +2 Adamantine Plate (calling), +2 shield (calling), +3 Longsword (calling), Portable Hole, Decanter of Endless Water, Boots of Spider Climbing, Neckless of Adaptation, Amulet of Proof from Detection and Location, Backpack, 10 days rations, Everlit Hooded Lantern.
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    I admit my bones ache and scream at me to stop, to lie down, to rest and sleep.

    I have seen fifty six full seasons come and go, and I have seen the world change. I have seen how time has worn down the edges of the mountains and my sword, just as it has worn down my muscles and bones.

    But I come from a long line of noble heroes who have spent their lives making this world a better – and safer – place to live. As my long hair, normally pulled back in a ponytail, blew in the chilling wind, my blue eyes scanned the darkened heavens as I continued to try and climb this jagged mountain. My age slowed me down, by my magical boots of Spider Climbing helped ease the burden.

    Things had taken a drastic turn while aboard the Dwarven vessel, the Seirbigh Casúr, and as we were scouting an area known for “ominous sense of evil” – and a cast of Sirens on this uncharted island sang their song and forced our ship to run aground. The starving Sirens decimated the majority of the ship’s crew and several of the soldiers I was stationed with, before fleeing, their stomachs full and content. Knowing that the Sirens would return those of us who had survived the initial attack moved away from the coast and further inland.

    Unfortunately, as we took refuge near a lake, the horrors did not end. Brydor, a good friend of mine whom I have served with for many years, let out a scream. As I and several others rushed to the edge of the lake where Brydor had been refilling his water, a horrifying woman stood over him, her clawed hangs red with his blood, feasting on his innards. Before the Night Hag was killed, she had taken down three others, leaving me only with eight other survivors.

    When we camped for the night we were exhausted. The fight with the Night Hag had taken much out of us and burying Brydor was both exhausting physically and mentally. I will miss his cheery demeanor even in the face of great danger he had always something funny to say.

    When we awoke we began exploring the island, sticking together. We traveled into a dense jungle near the lake because just beyond the dense jungle we could see a towering mountain that would provide us a vantage point to overlook the entire island and better understand our situation since none of us were familiar with this unmarked island.

    Within a few feet of being inside the jungle, each of us reported that we were feeling dizzy and that the world seemed to sway as if we had lost our sea legs. When we tried to turn around, the very jungle itself seemed to turn with us. Every step to get out of the jungle only seemed to drive us deeper into it.

    “Magic,” I growled.

    “Of the foul kind,” one of the other eight survivors, an Elf Wizard named Trislan Stormoak, added. “I sense it all around me. Someone – or something – is messing with our perception of reality, but all my efforts to pinpoint it are to no avail.”

    “Emza,” a human soldier named Yurn Skystar looked over at me, “I don’t want to die on this cursed island.” I could see him gripping his blade nervously.

    “Don’t worry,” I replied, “if we stick together we can see our way out of this and get off this island.”

    “Well,” another voice, also human, a traveler on the boat, whose sole interest was mapping out the uncharted islands, raised his spectacles and looked me up and down, “Miss…”

    “Fiendreaper,” I replied.

    “Yes, Miss Fiendreaper,” he rolled his eyes and muttered beneath his breath something about an overly dramatic name, before introducing himself, “My name is Eliss Fieldstone, and I have a good fortune back at home, should you successfully escort me off this island, I will be sure to reward you handsomely.”

    “I will not take, nor need your money, Mister Fieldstone,” I replied. “My job was to keep you and the explorers safe.”

    “Yes, well, smashing job doing that so far,” he muttered beneath his breath.

    Yurn lunged for Eliss and I was forced to step between them. “You take your cowardice words back,” Yurn shouted. “I have stood next to Emza in a hundred battles and never did she back down from any fight!”

    “It’s quite all right, Yurn,” I smiled. “All of our tensions are high. Whatever is in this jungle is only elevating that further.”

    “I refuse to wait!” The towering human who was a barbarian from the frozen north – and as far as I could recall, his name was something along the lines of Bajorn Frosttower. The barbarians had been brought on – despite my protests – as muscle, and undoubtedly because they doubted my leadership as a woman. Bajorn charged through the jungle and managed to get a few feet ahead of us when something that looked like black octopus legs snared his ankles, pulled him off the feet, and into the brush in a matter of seconds – an impressive feat, considering Bajorn probably weighed near three hundred pounds. There were sounds of a struggle that came to an end abruptly with a sickening sound of bones snapping. Then a beast – like a shimmering black panther leapt on the path in front of us.

    “Displacer Beast!” I shouted. “Do not scatter. Stick close together. Back to back! Now!” But it was already too late. Displace Beasts rarely traveled alone, using their shimmering ability to cause confusion and attack with hit and run pact tactics. Trislan and Yurn were already gone, either having fled or been taken by a Displacer Beast. Eliss was still clinging to me, while two dwarves and two gnomes and an elf were forming a circle.

    One of the dwarves, the owner of the doomed ship, Gillan Seastorm and his brother, Jillan Seastorm had their weapons drawn, while the two gnomes, Burklestop Donkatop and a distant cousin of his, Turikuri Pumpordoo were glancing around nervously, daggers in hand, and the elf, a female named Paylin Karastone had energy crackling around her hands.

    When one of the Displacer Beasts lunged from the side, Gillan and Jillan were able to anticipate it and each side step it and decapitate it. “We need to get goin’ lass,” Gillan shouted, wiping the blood splatter from his face. “There could be a thousand more of these blasted things!”

    It was a wonderful idea to get out; but the jungle seemed determined on distorting our sense of direction. I could no longer see the edge of the jungle and lake no matter what direction I looked, and we hadn’t gone in far enough so that the jungle’s edge should have slipped out of view.

    Moving slowly we edged our way forward, unsure if we were going deeper into the jungle or headed back for the lake. After an hour, I realized we were either going deeper or in circles, until we finally reached the edge of the jungle, fending off against Displacer Beasts two other times, without casualties.

    “I must admit,” Eliss Fieldstone cleared his throat and adjusted his tie, “that was some impressive work back there. There’s the mountain. We should be in the clear now.”

    “If there’s anything I’ve learned about this island is that we are never out of danger until we’re far from here,” I growled. As we made our way through the plains that seemed to be more swamp than anything; as if the very land itself was attempting to stop us from reaching the mountain.

    “This isn’t natural,” Gillan growled his brown beard prickling.

    “I have to agree with my brother,” Jillan said. “This’ll be the first an’ only time you’ll be hearin’ me say this, but I wish that blasted elf, Trislan were here. Drove me crazy with his talk of nature and magic, but he knew his magic.”

    “You are not without magic,” Paylin growled from behind the dwarves as her hands glowed red.

    “I don’t care much for ye wizardry types to begin with,” Jillan said. “But at least I knew Trislan got his magic from readin’ that weird book o’ his. You… you say that the magic is just in ya.”

    “I am a sorcerer,” Paylin explained, yet again.

    Perhaps it had been the heat, the island, or just being exhausted but none of us had seen a creature swimming through the muddy plains until it reared its head – all six of them. A beast with a crocodile like body, and six heads that looked like dragon lizards roared up. In two quick attacks it had bitten and killed one of the gnomes, and the other it had grabbed and flung against a nearby tree. Burklestop could be dead or just got the wind knocked out of him, but his distant cousin Turikuri looked dead. Gillan and Jillan were already attacking while Paylin was launching a volley of spells at the creature.

    “Go on!” Gillan shouted.

    “Get out of here!” his brother, Jillan added. “Get the explorer out of this mess!”

    I looked at Eliss who was looking back and me. I was not one accustomed to running from battles. I sneered and grabbed Eliss by the hand and began running for the mountain, leaving the others behind me. Tears streaked down my eyes as I ran, but I knew I had to see if there was a way off this cursed island. I would not let their sacrifice be in vain.

    When Eliss and I reached the base of the mountain, he leaned against one of the rocks wheezing deeply. “I can’t do it. I can’t climb this mountain. You go. I will wait here.”

    “What if something comes for you?” I asked.

    “Then I will try to face it with the same courage I’ve seen tonight,” he said, matter-of-factly. He was clearly so exhausted and pushed beyond his limit that he would almost welcome death, just to be free of the island.

    I reached into the side of my boot and handed Eliss a dagger. “Use it,” I said, “to defend yourself, or end yourself, should you fear what comes for you.”

    With that I began the ascending the mountain.

    I admit my bones ache and scream at me to stop, to lie down, to rest and sleep.

    I have seen fifty six full seasons come and go, and I have seen the world change. I have seen how time has worn down the edges of the mountains and my sword, just as it has worn down my muscles and bones.

    But I come from a long line of noble heroes who have spent their lives making this world a better – and safer – place to live. As my long hair, normally pulled back in a ponytail, blew in the chilling wind, my blue eyes scanned the darkened heavens as I continued to try and climb this jagged mountain. My age slowed me down, by my magical boots of Spider Climbing helped ease the burden.

    Just as I reach the top, I overlook the horizon, and notice a large cave. Two eyes flare open and a massive green scaled head emerges. With a gash over the left eye, it’s immediately known who it is that rears before me.

    “Emereth,” I muttered, the legendary green dragon known for her viciousness. Before I can draw my sword she flaps her massive wings and the wind is enough for me to lose my footing and topple over the edge of the mountain.

    Death.

    I should be dead.

    Instead I awaken to the sound of a familiar voice.

    “About time ye gone and opened yer eyes,” it was Gillan’s voice. Perhaps I was still dead after all.

    “Ye know there’s a much easier and less painful way to get down a mountain,” Jillian’s voice added. “We should know. Bein’ dwarves and all.”

    My entire body burned with pain. “What happened?”

    “Ellis here says he saw something massive fly into the sky when ye reached the top; then saw ye fall backwards down the mountain. Ye hit some big rocks along the way down and got yerself stuck, so he climbed up to where ye were pinned. He tended to yer wounds; and when he saw from up there that we’d beaten the damn Hydra; he called for us and we climbed to ye. Together we were able to get you back down an’ get ye stabilized. An’ ye wouldn’t believe who else we ran into.”

    “Glad to see you alive, Emza,” it was Yurn’s voice.

    “Indeed, you had us frightened there for a bit,” Trislan added.

    “Burklestop is alive too; though his right arm and leg will never be the same. Same can’t be said for his cousin, Turikuri, unfortunately,” Gillan said grimly. “Burkle is burying him now. Wanted some privacy.”

    “So before you decided to jump,” Ellis tried to joke, “did you see anything up there?”

    “Before Emereth,” I began.

    “Emereth? The dragon? She was here?” Gillan asked.

    “She was,” I replied, wincing. “You know of her too?”

    “Destroyed our home on the hills, long ago,” Gillan replied. “She’s the reason I began sailing, because I was trying to hunt her down.”

    “As is most of the world,” I sighed. “To the north, I saw another island… and there appeared to be some kind of civilization there at the water’s edge on that other island. It’d be a short trek, but we’d need to gather supplies to make a raft to get there.”

    “Then we know what to do next,” Jillan nodded. “Gillan and I can get started on that and get us off this damn island.”
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    Quote Originally Posted by Tawmis View Post
    One day, when I finish, it may see the light of day - either through self publish, or just making it a PDF for the world to consume.
    I agree with Great Dragon, I would as well.

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    @Tawmis: very interesting.
    (I would have most likely made this a Flashback, but her still going out to aid her people does make sense)

    You repeated the part about her age, was that on purpose?

    Now I'm wondering how she gets back Home...
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    Quote Originally Posted by Great Dragon View Post
    @Tawmis: very interesting.
    (I would have most likely made this a Flashback, but her still going out to aid her people does make sense)
    You repeated the part about her age, was that on purpose?
    Now I'm wondering how she gets back Home...
    It's definitely intended as a flashback. It's assumed (when you use her as an NPC), that this is a part of her past.
    As for the repeat on the age - that's indeed on purpose.

    It's to show where she is in the beginning, thinking about her age, and what she's going through.
    Then to step back and explain how she is where she currently is.
    Then bring it back to the present, so repeating the same lines again to show - now we're back to the present.
    As for getting off the island... I only leave myself an hour to write each one of these, as a challenge to myself - once I had about three minutes left, I explained the island not too far away, and that she saw civilization there. So it's assumed the two dwarves, who had a boat, then proceed (as mentioned) to make a raft and get off the island to the other one. Where they book passage to the mainland.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Tawmis
    It's definitely intended as a flashback.
    It's assumed (when you use her as an NPC), that this is a part of her past.
    As for the repeat on the age - that's indeed on purpose.
    Ah, I got so caught up in the story itself that I forgot about her NPC status; a mention towards the front will also clue in other Readers on that aspect, as well.

    Great Job !

    I know your Super Busy, but I'd like to make the Island an Adventure Site, if you have enough time drop - me a PM and let me know that your interested.

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    Quintin Aeteel
    Standard Human.
    Neutral Evil.

    Str 09 Dex 16 Con 16 Int 18 Wis 09 Cha 09

    Criminal Background
    Skills: Investigation and Stealth.
    Thieves Tools.
    Class Skills: Arcana and History.
    Languages: Common, Draconic and Undercommon.

    Trait: Cautious, but Curious.
    Ideal: Power. I deserve to be treated like Royalty.
    Bond: Loyalty works both ways.
    Flaw: Humiliate others for their failures.
    I don't make mistakes, I only have failed Experiments.

    Class: 5th level Conjurer Wizard.
    ASI +2 Int.

    +1 Wand of the Warmage
    Bracers of Armor.
    Pearl of Power.

    Short backstory:
    Grew up in Thay and learned that only through (magical) Power could he achieve his goals.

    (2nd level) One day, upon returning from an Errand, he found his Master's Stone Tower burning.
    Remaining hidden, he watched and waited to see if his Master escaped, but after six hours he concluded (correctly) that his Master was dead.

    Forced to resort to surviving by any means necessary, he joined a Thieves Guild. But, only after six months, he was again forced to flee, this time from Thay itself.
    But, this had more impact on him than his time in the Master's Tower, as he learned that there are other types of power, and he expanded his magical powers with new skills.

    Joining the traveling Circus, he made his way to the Sword Coast (shinagines gets him to 3rd level: A gap you can have fun filling) and upon finding a small Keep Town (Twainsmeet) he decided to return to the goal of becoming an Archmage and returning to Thay in full Glory.

    He quickly found and joined the local Bandit Band, and mostly respects their leader. (More info if needed)

    In return for magical support, he gets first pick of magical items, especially Scrolls and Spellbooks. His personal Spellbook never leaves his person, but he does have a backup Spellbook. (Not sure where he would keep this)

    Five years go by (have fun, here !)

    (5th level) Now there's an Adventuring Group disrupting the business.

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    Mountain Dwarf (m) Shepard Druid, Tabaxi (m) Factotum Retreaver , vHuman (f) Redemption Paladin Noble


    First meeting: The Dwarven Druid caused him to be unable to "retreat"; He managed to escape capture by the Paladin with Misty Step and Invisibility.

    Latest meeting: Charms (spell) female Swashbuckler Rogue (Paladin retired. New PC that used to be the Paladin's "helper")
    (Quintin is going to keep an "eye" on her.)

    But, once again forced to flee from these "Heroes" during the Raiding attempt to capture 1,000 pounds of steel; he uses his Disguise Kit, enters the Keep and obtains both needed supplies and some information on the Party.

    During the next two days: Finds 34 Bandit deserters, and recruits them as the beginning of his own Spy/enforcer Network.

    New Alias: Albrek Underflow.

    He starts seeking out every rumor about the locations of magical items.

    (All McGuffin Quests are welcomed)
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    Finally, I have been trying to write some about my cleric, what do you think guys?

    http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showt...elp&p=24120661
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    Finally, I have been trying to write some about my cleric, what do you think guys?

    I'm going to play a hill dwarf cleric, domain of life, he serves to Lathander and will join to Ravenloft

    I don't know anything about clerics, so I would appreciate some ideas, also, I need help with the background to unify it and give it coherence and cohesion.

    The main idea is to build a dwarf who lives in an Amish city/town and wants to join adventures, then, he lives bad experiences and finally is aware of the evil in the world, making him reflects to help others, who like him, have needed help and they haven't got it

    - His city, located in a place in the mountains, was inhabited by clans of dwarfs from the hills,They are versed miners and blacksmiths, who initially made trade with foreigners and cities. But, over the years, they became more closed with respect to other races, travelers, merchants and foreigners because they were treated for illiterates who could easily be deceived, and tried to take advantage of them.
    - My character was developing a feeling of denial to his people, motivated by merchants, adventurers and others travellers who came to his city, and they found a sullen response from the dwarves: "We do not want you here"
    - He left his birthplace seeking adventures and knowledges, ignoring the advice and threats of his family and friends.
    - He went from town to town, and city to city, offering his services as a blacksmith or as miner.
    - He was underpaid, and that ended up affecting him, becoming malnourished
    - Eventually, after being cheated and underpaid for a while, he was thrown out of the villages like a dog.
    - He made the decision to join a clan of thieves and bandits, as a last option.
    - He started to stealing to travelers in bad routes/roads with/for the clan.
    - Selling his robbed things in cities and towns.
    - Even hurting other people in his heists.
    - But this situation didn't last long, the clan to which he belonged gained fame, and soon, and the justice put a price to their heads.
    - His clan was persecuted, and one by one, the members were captured, defected or killed.
    - In one of the robberies, the dwarf was injured, and left behind by the clan. He rambled for days in the region, until he was captured by the guard of a lord, who enslaved him.
    - He spent years enslaved, working for the Lord, and being mistreated.
    - In a riot created by slaves, he manages to escape with a small group of people.
    - The group was persecuted and divided. The dwarf, after a long road, fell faint
    - When he regained consciousness, he was in a room, belonging to a sacred temple, devoted to Lathander.
    - He remained in bed for a while, until he regained strength.
    - There, he became friends with novices and clergy.
    - And these, transmitted the values of his faith. The dwarf, for the first time since he began his journey,
    - The dwarf, for the first time since he began his journey, he felt at home, and reflected about his actions.
    - He stayed with them for a long time, helping them in what they needed, teaching them the hard work of forging and mining.
    - And was so great, the impact caused by this new experience, and its good reception in the clergy that he decided to embrace faith, and be part of them.
    - He was educated and taught for a while until he was able to become a novice, and no less important: Dawnbringer
    - Many years later, already trained as a cleric, he decided to embark on his journey through Sword Coast to instruct those in need, lead by example, and take Lathender's faith to any corner in need.
    - Wearing the emblem of his faith engraved on his armor, a dawn, and holding his shield and war hammer tightly, he embarks on his true adventure path

    (I tried my best to write it in english)

    Edit: Hill Dwarf, Cleric, Domain of Life, Acolyte, serves to Lathander.
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    Silver Iron.

    A small town that sits at the base of one of the Greypeak Mountain ranges, with a beautiful, soothing river running nearby. The small town had earned its name because once, a very long time ago, flecks of silver ran through the rivers coming out of the Greypeak Mountains.

    However, the Hill Dwarves who live in Silver Iron were not so welcoming to outsiders. This had a lot to do with a nearby town. Llorkh was one of the most important westernmost outposts for caravans for the Northern trade. The city came to be because of the veins of gold and silver found in the Llork mines, but after a handful of decades the mines had run dry and the town was left abandoned to fall into ruin which attracted unwanted occupants such as goblins, orcs, and bugbears, until a bandit king came and took it over. He spread out his men using the abandoned town and mines as their fortress, raiding and marauding and recruiting. One day, Stone Giants appeared and smashed the town into rubble.

    Dwarves of all kinds, including Hill Dwarves, have a long memory; and while typically more forgiving than their stone cousins, the Hill Dwarves of Silver Iron could not so easily forget the constant raids and assaults done on Silver Iron. And Dwarves, naturally being stubborn, refused to leave their home. Blood was shed, many lives were lost, until the Stone Giants arrived to put the Bandit King down and destroy the cursed city.

    For Firesteel Lighthammer, as a Hill Dwarf, he was curious about the lives of adventurers. Though unwanted in Silver Iron, with scowling glances cast their way, if they brought gold with them, an outsider could stay a few nights, knowing that the people of Silver Iron would get richer and charge them outrageous prices. It was during some of these times where Firesteel had heard numerous stories from humans and elves, and even gnomes and halflings, about some of the wonders – both beautiful and horrifying – that they’d seen in the world.

    Bored of the simple life he had led in Silver Iron, Firesteel packed up a few necessary belongings and decided to go out on the road, despite the protests and concerns of his family and friends. But life as a novice adventurer was not an easy one, Firesteel quickly learned. Food was scarce when he traveled on the road since he was not well trained at hunting. Pricing for rooms at Inns were expensive and he was quickly running out of what little money he had. He began selling some of his own belongings just to pay for a night at an inn. He took a job in different towns, assisting blacksmiths, but would eventually grow tired of it since that’s what he had spent his life doing in Silver Iron, so that the quality of his work dropped and he would eventually be fired. Each stint at blacksmithing was shorter than the last.

    He finally fell on hard times, and was soon living in the alleyways of different towns until a Half-Orc named Bythorn, who led the Locksmith’s Guild in Highstone. Bythorn saw Firesteel as a sturdy Dwarf who had been mistreated by society, down on his luck, with nowhere to turn, and no way to easily get back home. Those, Bythorn knew, were the best ones to recruit into the Thieves Guild, because they would embrace the chance at being welcomed and taken care of.

    As a part of the Locksmith’s Guild, Firesteel and the others, successfully robbed several high profile caravans, eventually getting the attention of the local authorities who began actively hunting down the Locksmith’s Guild members, going as far as using Bounty Hunters to find and kill members of the Locksmith Guild.

    This did nothing to slow down Bythorn’s hunger for riches; if anything it seemed to only drive him on further, his Orcish blood thriving on the danger and the notion that he had gained so much infamy and attention. During one of the heists of a local noble, things took a drastic turn when the noble, anticipating he would be robbed by the Locksmith’s Guild eventually, had hired a group of mercenaries to defend his home. The mercenaries, an organization known as The Shadow Walkers, mostly vicious Rogues and Assassins, who set their greed aside of stealing, for employment opportunities, took down quite a few members of the Locksmith’s Guild. Firesteel had been injured in the ambush, and had tried to hide in the nearby bushes, but was caught when the Noble, a human named Hauren Darksky, moved the bushes with his rapier and smiled, “Well, what do we have here?”

    At the hands of Hauren Darksky, Firesteel was imprisoned and made to be a slave. Hauren forced the Dwarf to forge weapons and armor of high caliber, which Hauren in turn sold to the local infantry of guards for an outrageous price. Firesteel was beat if he slowed down, rarely permitted to sleep, and fed only rotten food. He knew no one would ever come for him. His family and friends had not heard from him in years, since he left Silver Iron. And the Locksmith’s Guild motto was “If you get caught, we don’t know who you are” so they would not be coming for him either.

    Firesteel had caught word that several slaves were hiding standard equipment (stealing a knife from the table they would clean up, here and there) and that they were planning a rebellion. Firesteel knew that many would die in this rebellion, especially if the Shadow Walkers were still employed, but he knew it would be his only chance to escape Hauren – one way or another.

    During the rebellion, as Firesteel predicted, many were killed. But the Shadow Walkers were no longer employed; it’d been just normal guards which gave the rebellion a better chance. Many of these guards were not aware that so many slaves were bound to Hauren’s greed, and some of the guards even allowed some of the slaves to escape without putting up a fight. Firesteel was one of them, and when he escaped the manor he ran until the darkness of exhaustion consumed him and he collapsed on the side of a road. Even as the darkness consumed him, his fear that pounded his heart was that he had not gotten far enough away to escape Hauren.

    When his eyes fluttered open again, the light stung his eyes and it took a moment to adjust to his surroundings. An Elf, a woman, placed her hand on his chest. “Rest easy,” her voice was soothing and beautiful, “you have been malnourished for quite some time and your muscles and body are recovering from the poisons and toxins in your body.”

    Firesteel’s eyes closed again, feeling safe.

    For weeks, he was tended to, until he regained his strength. The female elf, a gorgeous, tall, frail looking woman named Neila Highmoon, had checked up on him every day and brought him food and drink like he’d never tasted before.

    “Where am I?” he asked.

    “Inside the Church of Lathander,” Neila smiled.

    “How did I come to be here?” he sat up, wincing at the clenching pain in his stomach. He’d not realized, until now, how badly he had been malnourished during his time as a slave of Hauren.

    “Some people found you on the side of the road, put you in their wagon, and dropped you off here,” she explained.

    When Firesteel was finally able to stand and walk without pain, he spent his time around the Church, improving some of its structure. He helped expand a portion of the building and showed several of the members how to use a forge and create weapons. During this time he also attended the numerous sermons that the Church performed.

    He approached Neila and asked, “Can anyone join the Church?”

    She smiled, “Anyone can. But to become a Priest, you must open your heart to Lathander, the God of Rebirth.”

    “The God of Rebirth,” Firesteel repeated the title. The compassion; the kindness; the love; the caring. Firesteel understood now that everything he had endured up until now had been for a reason. It took everything to lead to this moment to be reborn.

    That night, Firesteel prayed for the first time in a very long time, to Lathander, hoping to reach the ears of the god and embrace his change. The next morning, Firesteel woke up with an energy he never felt before. They was an extra spring in his step as if he had eaten holy food that gave him this extra energy. Neila pulled him aside and smiled, “I have a gift for you.” She took him to her room and on the bed lay armor he had forged, with the symbol of Lathander. A shield and war hammer also bearing the mark of Lathander was on the bed.

    “A new dawn,” she smiled, “and a new rebirth. Welcome to the Order.”

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    I know your Super Busy, but I'd like to make the Island an Adventure Site, if you have enough time drop - me a PM and let me know that your interested.
    Thanks !!
    Hah! I have no additional ideas; the fact you had mentioned Fey, inspired me to think of an island chalk full of evil fey type creatures (Harpies/Sirens, Hags, Displacer Beasts)... And that type of magic and evil attracted Emereth to use it as a base/home. That's literally as far as I went with thinking that through.
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    Quote Originally Posted by mistermysterio View Post
    Name: Aelenia Galanodel (which means Moonwhisper)
    Race: Wood Elf
    Class: Ranger (Revised/deepstalker)
    Alignment: Neutral Good
    Background: Emissary Far Traveller
    Traits: I have different assumptions from those around me concerning personal space, blithely invading others' space in innocence.
    Ideal: I'm far from home, and everything is strange and wonderful!
    Bond: I hold no greater cause than my service to my people.
    Flaw: I am secretly (or not so secretly) convinced of the superiority of my own culture over that of this foreign land.

    She's a weird mix of outgoing, doesn't-understand-concept-of-personal-space, happy elf girl with a no-nonsense, get your work done, and take down enemies of the state as needed warrior (as deepstalkers tend to stick to shadows and are really good at alpha strikes).
    Anyhow, feel free to shift things around if a better idea comes to you - she doesn't really exist yet. For now, she's a backup character if my current one dies.
    Thanks!
    I didn't dive too much into her character development...
    Rather, this time I seemed more focused on her being an Emissary Far Traveler... and how/why she has no concept of personal space (and why she might invade another person's space without picking up their social queues)... I do think I managed to capture her "no non-sense" and "superior" attitude towards the end...
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    Evermeet once existed on the Prime Material Plane, until the events of the Spellplague which sundered the Green Isle, forcing the survivors to flee into the Feywild.

    I spent my life growing up in the Feywild and learning to survive the bizarre world that encompasses the Feywild. Living in the Feywild was walking a balance that existed, yet somehow, did not exist. You spoke your mind freely, no matter how it might impact those around you; but you also recognized that may Fey were emotionally volatile. When you live in a land dominated by Satyrs, Pixies, Sprites, such things as personal space bleed away, as they’re very up close and personal (and often quite touchy; which by normal standards may seem off-putting or even offensive, but in the Feywild, to deflect such attention is an affront to their character and “honor” for lack of a better word).

    “Why do you resist me, sweet Moonwhisperer?” Hoorstone, a Satyr sitting next to me, smiled.

    “Because you don’t appeal to me,” I chuckled.

    “I need not appeal to you to enjoy each other’s company under the covers,” Hoorstone winked, “A simple Darkness spell, and you can imagine me to be whoever you want me to be. But I promise you, whoever it is you imagine, will never live up to the passion I can deliver.”

    “I’m sure that’s true,” I sighed, shaking my head, unable to hide my smile.

    “It is, and if you give me just one moment, I can prove it,” he assured me.

    “Just one moment,” I laughed back. “I’d hope it would last longer than that.”

    “Much longer,” he assured me with a wide grin. “Does that mean you’re considering it? I could invite some Sprites and Pixies along to enhance the experience.”

    “I might be,” I winked.

    “Aelenia Galanodel,” Byseen, one of the Sun Elves rounded the corner, “Ivor Sonweisman calls for you.”

    “No! Not now!” Hoorstone sighed and slumped against the couch.

    “Duty calls,” I chuckled. “Perhaps when I am done speaking with him we can continue our conversation.”


    Ivor Sonweisman, of the Royal Council called me to stand before him and the rest of the Council. “Aelenia Galanodel we have reason to believe that the Drow may be up to something in the Underdark. We have contacts on Faerûn that have returned messages to us that they have uncovered an ancient relic of great power that ties directly to the dark goddess, Lloth.”

    “We need not remind you,” Garn Wulfeblood said, leaning forward, his purple tinted eyes squinting at me, “what happened when the Drow attacked Green Isle.”

    “No,” I smiled, “you do not need to remind me, Garn. I am well aware and know the history quite well.”

    Ivor cast a side glance at Garn, then looked back at me and said, “It’s good to know you will be prepared and know what they’re capable of. You cannot – and will not – fail us.”

    I bowed deeply before the Royal Council, “My people are my life. If the Drow have uncovered some form of artifact that ties to Lloth, I will find it and I will destroy it.”

    That was two years ago, when I booked passage aboard the Dragonship “The Skylan” and returned to Faerûn. I made my first stop be Waterdeep, where I gathered information about the Drow and the Underdark. Unfortunately, very little was known about the Underdark, as most dared not venture into it because of the horrors that waited in every shadow – where even the shadows themselves were a part of the horrors.

    With very little knowledge (not entirely surprising, since it was a city whose majority were humans; and humans with their short life spans rarely pass on generations of knowledge, so I knew I would have to do this on my own), I booked a passage that brought me near one of the known cave entrances to the Underdark.

    Firsthand experience is a brutal teacher at times; but I learned to survive and live and even thrive in the Underdark for two years. I learned about the Drow, the Illithid, and the Beholders that dominated the majority of the Underdark. More importantly, I learned that the information the Royal Council had obtained was true – the Drow had found some ancient artifact that had been buried for centuries – and it was somehow tied to the goddess, Lloth.

    Whatever it was, it was no longer – at least currently – in the Underdark. From what I have pieced together, the Drow have brought it to the surface world and moving it to a new, secret base, to be used for some ancient ritual. Now I need to find out where this new place is and stop whatever this ritual is. The good news is, the Ritual requires “Darkness Overpowering The Light” which I assume to be an Eclipse, so that the Drow can stand on the Surface World to complete the Ritual.

    I don’t know enough about Faerûn, so I will need to enlist servants – or companions as this world seems to call them – to help me piece together the information I’ve gathered about the Artifact and the Ritual.

    Waterdeep; where I first landed, had several less than savory establishments that seemed to attract the “adventurous” type, I should begin there…
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    Quote Originally Posted by Tawmis View Post
    The details you provided opened the door for what you were looking for in your character...
    So I expanded on the bullet points you had and wove it into a story easily!
    Hope you enjoy what I have!
    I would love to hear your feedback!
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    Silver Iron.

    A small town that sits at the base of one of the Greypeak Mountain ranges, with a beautiful, soothing river running nearby. The small town had earned its name because once, a very long time ago, flecks of silver ran through the rivers coming out of the Greypeak Mountains.

    However, the Hill Dwarves who live in Silver Iron were not so welcoming to outsiders. This had a lot to do with a nearby town. Llorkh was one of the most important westernmost outposts for caravans for the Northern trade. The city came to be because of the veins of gold and silver found in the Llork mines, but after a handful of decades the mines had run dry and the town was left abandoned to fall into ruin which attracted unwanted occupants such as goblins, orcs, and bugbears, until a bandit king came and took it over. He spread out his men using the abandoned town and mines as their fortress, raiding and marauding and recruiting. One day, Stone Giants appeared and smashed the town into rubble.

    Dwarves of all kinds, including Hill Dwarves, have a long memory; and while typically more forgiving than their stone cousins, the Hill Dwarves of Silver Iron could not so easily forget the constant raids and assaults done on Silver Iron. And Dwarves, naturally being stubborn, refused to leave their home. Blood was shed, many lives were lost, until the Stone Giants arrived to put the Bandit King down and destroy the cursed city.

    For Firesteel Lighthammer, as a Hill Dwarf, he was curious about the lives of adventurers. Though unwanted in Silver Iron, with scowling glances cast their way, if they brought gold with them, an outsider could stay a few nights, knowing that the people of Silver Iron would get richer and charge them outrageous prices. It was during some of these times where Firesteel had heard numerous stories from humans and elves, and even gnomes and halflings, about some of the wonders – both beautiful and horrifying – that they’d seen in the world.

    Bored of the simple life he had led in Silver Iron, Firesteel packed up a few necessary belongings and decided to go out on the road, despite the protests and concerns of his family and friends. But life as a novice adventurer was not an easy one, Firesteel quickly learned. Food was scarce when he traveled on the road since he was not well trained at hunting. Pricing for rooms at Inns were expensive and he was quickly running out of what little money he had. He began selling some of his own belongings just to pay for a night at an inn. He took a job in different towns, assisting blacksmiths, but would eventually grow tired of it since that’s what he had spent his life doing in Silver Iron, so that the quality of his work dropped and he would eventually be fired. Each stint at blacksmithing was shorter than the last.

    He finally fell on hard times, and was soon living in the alleyways of different towns until a Half-Orc named Bythorn, who led the Locksmith’s Guild in Highstone. Bythorn saw Firesteel as a sturdy Dwarf who had been mistreated by society, down on his luck, with nowhere to turn, and no way to easily get back home. Those, Bythorn knew, were the best ones to recruit into the Thieves Guild, because they would embrace the chance at being welcomed and taken care of.

    As a part of the Locksmith’s Guild, Firesteel and the others, successfully robbed several high profile caravans, eventually getting the attention of the local authorities who began actively hunting down the Locksmith’s Guild members, going as far as using Bounty Hunters to find and kill members of the Locksmith Guild.

    This did nothing to slow down Bythorn’s hunger for riches; if anything it seemed to only drive him on further, his Orcish blood thriving on the danger and the notion that he had gained so much infamy and attention. During one of the heists of a local noble, things took a drastic turn when the noble, anticipating he would be robbed by the Locksmith’s Guild eventually, had hired a group of mercenaries to defend his home. The mercenaries, an organization known as The Shadow Walkers, mostly vicious Rogues and Assassins, who set their greed aside of stealing, for employment opportunities, took down quite a few members of the Locksmith’s Guild. Firesteel had been injured in the ambush, and had tried to hide in the nearby bushes, but was caught when the Noble, a human named Hauren Darksky, moved the bushes with his rapier and smiled, “Well, what do we have here?”

    At the hands of Hauren Darksky, Firesteel was imprisoned and made to be a slave. Hauren forced the Dwarf to forge weapons and armor of high caliber, which Hauren in turn sold to the local infantry of guards for an outrageous price. Firesteel was beat if he slowed down, rarely permitted to sleep, and fed only rotten food. He knew no one would ever come for him. His family and friends had not heard from him in years, since he left Silver Iron. And the Locksmith’s Guild motto was “If you get caught, we don’t know who you are” so they would not be coming for him either.

    Firesteel had caught word that several slaves were hiding standard equipment (stealing a knife from the table they would clean up, here and there) and that they were planning a rebellion. Firesteel knew that many would die in this rebellion, especially if the Shadow Walkers were still employed, but he knew it would be his only chance to escape Hauren – one way or another.

    During the rebellion, as Firesteel predicted, many were killed. But the Shadow Walkers were no longer employed; it’d been just normal guards which gave the rebellion a better chance. Many of these guards were not aware that so many slaves were bound to Hauren’s greed, and some of the guards even allowed some of the slaves to escape without putting up a fight. Firesteel was one of them, and when he escaped the manor he ran until the darkness of exhaustion consumed him and he collapsed on the side of a road. Even as the darkness consumed him, his fear that pounded his heart was that he had not gotten far enough away to escape Hauren.

    When his eyes fluttered open again, the light stung his eyes and it took a moment to adjust to his surroundings. An Elf, a woman, placed her hand on his chest. “Rest easy,” her voice was soothing and beautiful, “you have been malnourished for quite some time and your muscles and body are recovering from the poisons and toxins in your body.”

    Firesteel’s eyes closed again, feeling safe.

    For weeks, he was tended to, until he regained his strength. The female elf, a gorgeous, tall, frail looking woman named Neila Highmoon, had checked up on him every day and brought him food and drink like he’d never tasted before.

    “Where am I?” he asked.

    “Inside the Church of Lathander,” Neila smiled.

    “How did I come to be here?” he sat up, wincing at the clenching pain in his stomach. He’d not realized, until now, how badly he had been malnourished during his time as a slave of Hauren.

    “Some people found you on the side of the road, put you in their wagon, and dropped you off here,” she explained.

    When Firesteel was finally able to stand and walk without pain, he spent his time around the Church, improving some of its structure. He helped expand a portion of the building and showed several of the members how to use a forge and create weapons. During this time he also attended the numerous sermons that the Church performed.

    He approached Neila and asked, “Can anyone join the Church?”

    She smiled, “Anyone can. But to become a Priest, you must open your heart to Lathander, the God of Rebirth.”

    “The God of Rebirth,” Firesteel repeated the title. The compassion; the kindness; the love; the caring. Firesteel understood now that everything he had endured up until now had been for a reason. It took everything to lead to this moment to be reborn.

    That night, Firesteel prayed for the first time in a very long time, to Lathander, hoping to reach the ears of the god and embrace his change. The next morning, Firesteel woke up with an energy he never felt before. They was an extra spring in his step as if he had eaten holy food that gave him this extra energy. Neila pulled him aside and smiled, “I have a gift for you.” She took him to her room and on the bed lay armor he had forged, with the symbol of Lathander. A shield and war hammer also bearing the mark of Lathander was on the bed.

    “A new dawn,” she smiled, “and a new rebirth. Welcome to the Order.”

    You definitely have a good hand for these things. I have enjoyed reading, without any doubt, my congratulations, Tawmis.

    Thanks for the background, I'm gonna use it on my dear dwarf.

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    Quote Originally Posted by ~Soul View Post
    You definitely have a good hand for these things. I have enjoyed reading, without any doubt, my congratulations, Tawmis.
    Thanks for the background, I'm gonna use it on my dear dwarf.
    Thank you! It was a pleasure to walk in your dwarf's boots and explore his life. :)

    EDIT: And because I enjoy tying little things together - the Locksmith's Guild (this time, not one of my creations - but a submission creation) was used in their origin.
    Rokoa is the one who created the Locksmith's Guild name, I populated it with characters, for them to use as they wanted (or disregard).
    But the same characters I created for his (namely the Half-Orc leader), was the same used for yours - tying your two origins loosely together.
    You can read Rokoa's story I wrote over here: http://www.giantitp.com/forums/shows...&postcount=365
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    I have another character that I don't know what to do with
    He is a Fallen Aasimar named Zaelox.
    He is a high level Paladin of Conquest along with Hex blade Warlock.

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    Howdy Ho! :D
    I just wanted to do a Warforged, so here goes.

    Name- Omen
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    Age- 14
    Class- Rogue(Arcane Trickster)
    Built-In Thieves Tools in fingers
    Dex First, then Wisdom, then Con, then Strength, then Charisma, then Intelligence.
    I dunno exact stats, I can come up with then though.
    I want to do something with like tarot cards, or maybe just fortune telling in general. It’d be great if you could do this for my first character. I think she might be a court jester of some sort. Just go wild. Any details you are missing just ask.
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    Should you steal, steal a woman's heart.

    If you fight, may it be for a brother.

    If you drink, it shall be with one another.


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    Amazing! Thanks!

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    I have another character that I don't know what to do with
    He is a Fallen Aasimar named Zaelox.
    He is a high level Paladin of Conquest along with Hex blade Warlock.
    This was a quick little piece... finished this in about fifteen minutes!
    I enjoyed the aspect of a Fallen Aasimar... and explaining how he was one kind of Paladin before...
    And the reason he forgoes it... to become one of Conquest...
    But not before getting some Warlock training in there... to make a pact with the Hexblade...
    The character mentioned, who... "turns him"... in my head is an extremely powerful Hag from the Shadowfell...
    Who I suspect will make future appearances in other people's origins... Because as I wrote this... I could see her story evolving in my head...
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    How can you believe in the Gods when they allow travesties to exist? How can you kneel before a God and speak their name with reverence in your voice, as you wash the dirt from your hands, having just buried your own child who was brutally murdered?

    My veins burn with Holy Fire, because I was born into this world blessed – or perhaps cursed – with a Celestial lineage.

    I still remember the day the world changed. As a Holy Warrior, I proclaimed Eldath as my goddess. I fought wars in her name to restore peace to the world. Many saw this as a contradiction; the idea to fight in order to bring peace. But my entire life would be bound to contradictions.

    It’d been a war where a band of Orcs known as the Red Eye Orcs had invaded a small, defenseless village. The Red Eye Orcs did not attack because they needed something, or for revenge against someone who had struck at them; the Red Eye Orcs were notoriously known for attacking for the sheer thrill of murder, mayhem and chaos. Most no longer even followed Gruumsh, because they despised the idea of being bound to any law or higher being.

    We had been tracking this particular band of Red Eye Orcs, and they had stayed ahead of us, for days now – and in their path – the small hamlet of Evergreen, now a decimated, searing ember and ash of charred wood and the smell of flesh burning. The Red Eye Orcs knew that every village they attacked we would be forced to slow down and search for survivors; but the decimation of Evergreen made it evident that there would be no survivors to be found.

    Inside one of the barns I found a mother, embracing her two children, probably around the ages of six and eight, and an infant, probably no older than several months.

    And that’s when it happened.

    I snapped.

    The world went black, my fury, my anger, my pain, my frustration. This war for peace was useless.

    I dropped my sword and shield and cursed Eldath, forsaking her and casting her blessing and her love from my soul.

    That was when a woman behind me spoke. “What if I told you, I could help you get revenge. Your… bloodline… allows you to inherently pull at the sphere of magic… if adequately trained.”

    “Who are you?” I growled. I glanced down at my shield and sword I had dropped, both with the symbol of a waterfall – the symbol of Eldath. I reached for the dagger in my boot instead, which was plain, simple, no markings.

    “I have been known to have a thousand names, but you can call me Dylila,” she smiled, “and I can teach you how to wield magic. Rather than always being behind your enemy, I can teach you to channel the darkness and use it like vicious arrows.”

    “Why would you do this?” I asked, staring at her.

    “Why? Because, just as I have had a thousand names, I have also lived a thousand years, and while I have heard of a Paladin who forsakes their god, I’ve never seen one myself, before. That makes you interesting to me.”

    In one fell swoop, I had lost my faith in my goddess, turned to what undoubtedly felt like darkness, and left my organization. No one else seemed to be able to see Dylila as she walked besides me, and I announced my resignation to the Captain of the Order.

    Dylila taught me how to pull magic from the air and use it. One day, after years of practice, she asked me if I was ready for the next step. To forego a piece of who I am and bind it to her. I agreed and a pact was made of light and shadow, until the darkness washed over my soul. With this new ability, I was able to summon weapons from the very shadows.

    I began forging a new sword and a new shield. On the shield, a careful etched symbol of a flaming sword pointing upward which was duplicated on the hilt of my blade. I embraced a new god, today, with this new power surging in me. I vowed my soul to Tempus, the God of War.

    There was no peace that was ever going to exist in this world; only War.

    And I was ready for the War awaiting me on the horizon.

    Come what may.

    I am shadow. I am light. I am angel. I am demon. I am peace. I am war.

    I am whole.
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    Name- Omen
    Sex- N/A
    Height- 6’3
    Age- 14
    Class- Rogue(Arcane Trickster)
    Built-In Thieves Tools in fingers
    Dex First, then Wisdom, then Con, then Strength, then Charisma, then Intelligence.
    I dunno exact stats, I can come up with then though.
    I want to do something with like tarot cards, or maybe just fortune telling in general. It’d be great if you could do this for my first character. I think she might be a court jester of some sort. Just go wild. Any details you are missing just ask.
    So as I wrote yours... the idea that his memory might be sundered (like another one I wrote; notes in your origin)...
    Began to spin ideas in my head... what if people were wiping out Warforged (who might have been created for a specific purpose or war, but once done, were "shutting them" down to repurpose them... perhaps illegally... a notion in my head... that there's an illegal trade of "reactivated" Warforged being traded on the black market...)
    So... that ended up tying into another person's origin... and your desire for having it relate to Tarot cards allowed me to make yet another reference to another person's origin...
    And all that allowed me to shape up the ability to make it a Rogue (Arcane Trickster) and a Court Jester... tied nicely together!
    Had fun writing it - but let me know what YOU think!
    Honest feedback! Like it? Love it? Hate it? Did it work for you? Did it not work?
    Let me know!
    Enjoy!
    ================================================== ============
    “We cannot let this one kill anyone,” it was the voice of a Halfling, and my first… memory. (1)

    The Halfling in question was a male by the name of Humple Toespike. He was talking to another male Halfling named Purgo Hillside.

    “Listen,” Purgo was saying, shaking his head, “we couldn’t have predicted the other… thing… would do what it did.”

    “They’re called Warforge,” Humple said. “How can you forget that, considering we literally just bought this one to see if we can get it right this time.”

    “Well, according to Sylleena, we should be good this time,” Purgo said, wiping the sweat from his brow.

    “You really believe in those fortune cards?” Humple asked.

    “Ever since she met Maleeka al-Talar at Waterdeep,” Purgo sighed, “she’s been obsessed with those tarot cards. (2) And so far, she’s been right. She did warn us that something would go wrong if we tried to sneak into the Palace that night.”

    “She also said that we should acquire another one of these Warforged, and equip it with Thieves Tools for its hands, just like the other one,” Humple pointed out. “Looks like we’re about to repeat history at this point.”

    “Remember what Sylleena said? About the upright fool card – and how it meant new beginnings? And the Page of Cups being upright? And the upright Six of Pentacles? If everything she says those cards are saying is true… then,” Purgo looked at the Warforged then back to Humple, “our future is about to change drastically; for the better.”

    “It had better!” Humple slumped in his chair. “We spent nearly eight hundred gold on this one. The other one we at least found in the river for free. What should we call this one?”

    “Well, since we’re going by Sylleena’s cards, and we’re basing everything on the omens of the cards, I’d say Omen is a fitting name.”

    “So we deliver Omen to the Castle’s Wizard, as a gift to guard the princess, from suffering the same fate as the prince. Then, Omen here grants us access to the castle every third night for us to sneak around and take a few things here and there, so it’s not noticeable that someone might be stealing from them. And Omen here, will be none the wiser.”


    As promised, Omen was delivered to the mourning King, who had tragically lost his son several weeks ago. Omen was presented as a means to protect the Princess, Lady Galana. The King took the Warforged as a gift, after having the Wizard, a human named Thaydur Bloomfrost examine him. Both Humple and Purgo were worried that Thaydur might spot the Thieves Tools embedded into Omen’s hand, but after several long minutes, that seemed to pass like hours, Thaydur assured his King that Omen was not some form of trap.

    Omen, whether from his previous creator – who he could not recall – or because of some malfunction, had developed a sense of humor while protecting Lady Galana. This pleased the King, hearing his daughter laugh helped ease the burden of losing his son. The King employed Omen to also become a Court Jester with his odd, robotic like sense of humor, which created dead pan humor and jokes, often horribly delivered, which made them quite funny.

    When Omen was silent, standing vigilant guard over Lady Galana, his eyes watched Thaydur with intense curiosity and as the days passed, he found himself imitating Thaydur’s gestures, until he discovered he was able to manipulate some of the lower end spells Thaydur often used – such as Mage Hand and a few other cantrips.

    Had he always been able to manipulate magic? Who was his creator before the Halflings purchased him?

    And just as promised, every few days, Omen opened the back gate, near the stables, to allow Purgo and Humple access to the inside of the castle, where they would move silently and steal a ring or necklace or two and leave, unnoticed.

    Omen continued to wonder… where had he come from? Why was he originally created?


    1. The Halfling is making a reference to another character’s origin that I am loosely tying yours to. For more information on their origin, check out: http://www.giantitp.com/forums/shows...&postcount=383

    2. The gypsy, Maleeka al-Talar is another of my creations, also first mentioned in another person’s background I wrote. For more, check out: http://www.giantitp.com/forums/shows...4&postcount=34
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    Quote Originally Posted by Tawmis View Post
    So as I wrote yours... the idea that his memory might be sundered (like another one I wrote; notes in your origin)...
    Began to spin ideas in my head... what if people were wiping out Warforged (who might have been created for a specific purpose or war, but once done, were "shutting them" down to repurpose them... perhaps illegally... a notion in my head... that there's an illegal trade of "reactivated" Warforged being traded on the black market...)
    So... that ended up tying into another person's origin... and your desire for having it relate to Tarot cards allowed me to make yet another reference to another person's origin...
    And all that allowed me to shape up the ability to make it a Rogue (Arcane Trickster) and a Court Jester... tied nicely together!
    Had fun writing it - but let me know what YOU think!
    Honest feedback! Like it? Love it? Hate it? Did it work for you? Did it not work?
    Let me know!
    Enjoy!
    ================================================== ============
    “We cannot let this one kill anyone,” it was the voice of a Halfling, and my first… memory. (1)

    The Halfling in question was a male by the name of Humple Toespike. He was talking to another male Halfling named Purgo Hillside.

    “Listen,” Purgo was saying, shaking his head, “we couldn’t have predicted the other… thing… would do what it did.”

    “They’re called Warforge,” Humple said. “How can you forget that, considering we literally just bought this one to see if we can get it right this time.”

    “Well, according to Sylleena, we should be good this time,” Purgo said, wiping the sweat from his brow.

    “You really believe in those fortune cards?” Humple asked.

    “Ever since she met Maleeka al-Talar at Waterdeep,” Purgo sighed, “she’s been obsessed with those tarot cards. (2) And so far, she’s been right. She did warn us that something would go wrong if we tried to sneak into the Palace that night.”

    “She also said that we should acquire another one of these Warforged, and equip it with Thieves Tools for its hands, just like the other one,” Humple pointed out. “Looks like we’re about to repeat history at this point.”

    “Remember what Sylleena said? About the upright fool card – and how it meant new beginnings? And the Page of Cups being upright? And the upright Six of Pentacles? If everything she says those cards are saying is true… then,” Purgo looked at the Warforged then back to Humple, “our future is about to change drastically; for the better.”

    “It had better!” Humple slumped in his chair. “We spent nearly eight hundred gold on this one. The other one we at least found in the river for free. What should we call this one?”

    “Well, since we’re going by Sylleena’s cards, and we’re basing everything on the omens of the cards, I’d say Omen is a fitting name.”

    “So we deliver Omen to the Castle’s Wizard, as a gift to guard the princess, from suffering the same fate as the prince. Then, Omen here grants us access to the castle every third night for us to sneak around and take a few things here and there, so it’s not noticeable that someone might be stealing from them. And Omen here, will be none the wiser.”


    As promised, Omen was delivered to the mourning King, who had tragically lost his son several weeks ago. Omen was presented as a means to protect the Princess, Lady Galana. The King took the Warforged as a gift, after having the Wizard, a human named Thaydur Bloomfrost examine him. Both Humple and Purgo were worried that Thaydur might spot the Thieves Tools embedded into Omen’s hand, but after several long minutes, that seemed to pass like hours, Thaydur assured his King that Omen was not some form of trap.

    Omen, whether from his previous creator – who he could not recall – or because of some malfunction, had developed a sense of humor while protecting Lady Galana. This pleased the King, hearing his daughter laugh helped ease the burden of losing his son. The King employed Omen to also become a Court Jester with his odd, robotic like sense of humor, which created dead pan humor and jokes, often horribly delivered, which made them quite funny.

    When Omen was silent, standing vigilant guard over Lady Galana, his eyes watched Thaydur with intense curiosity and as the days passed, he found himself imitating Thaydur’s gestures, until he discovered he was able to manipulate some of the lower end spells Thaydur often used – such as Mage Hand and a few other cantrips.

    Had he always been able to manipulate magic? Who was his creator before the Halflings purchased him?

    And just as promised, every few days, Omen opened the back gate, near the stables, to allow Purgo and Humple access to the inside of the castle, where they would move silently and steal a ring or necklace or two and leave, unnoticed.

    Omen continued to wonder… where had he come from? Why was he originally created?


    1. The Halfling is making a reference to another character’s origin that I am loosely tying yours to. For more information on their origin, check out:

    2. The gypsy, Maleeka al-Talar is another of my creations, also first mentioned in another person’s background I wrote. For more, check out:
    This is Amazing! I am so grateful that you did this! I might reflavor the characters to match ones in my party, but otherwise, it’s great! I’m glad you had fun writing this character.
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    Here's to cheating, stealing, fighting, and drinking!

    Should you cheat, may you cheat death.

    Should you steal, steal a woman's heart.

    If you fight, may it be for a brother.

    If you drink, it shall be with one another.


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    This is Amazing! I am so grateful that you did this! I might reflavor the characters to match ones in my party, but otherwise, it’s great! I’m glad you had fun writing this character.
    The pleasure was mine! Thank you for coming to the thread and submitting and replying to the story segment I wrote for you!
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    Okay, a character I've been trying to build forever, but never really knew his backstory.

    Name: Ivellios Dlardrageth
    Race: Elf: Shadar-Kai (reflavored as Fey'ri)
    Class: Sorcerer: Dragon (reflavored as Demon)
    Background: Noble

    Backstory idea: He claims himself to be a Fey'ri and the last heir of House Dlardrageth, but there isn't any proof of it. He also claims to be Lawful Evil, but he is generally kind to those who are his "subjects".

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    How can you believe in the Gods when they allow travesties to exist? How can you kneel before a God and speak their name with reverence in your voice, as you wash the dirt from your hands, having just buried your own child who was brutally murdered?

    My veins burn with Holy Fire, because I was born into this world blessed – or perhaps cursed – with a Celestial lineage.

    I still remember the day the world changed. As a Holy Warrior, I proclaimed Eldath as my goddess. I fought wars in her name to restore peace to the world. Many saw this as a contradiction; the idea to fight in order to bring peace. But my entire life would be bound to contradictions.

    It’d been a war where a band of Orcs known as the Red Eye Orcs had invaded a small, defenseless village. The Red Eye Orcs did not attack because they needed something, or for revenge against someone who had struck at them; the Red Eye Orcs were notoriously known for attacking for the sheer thrill of murder, mayhem and chaos. Most no longer even followed Gruumsh, because they despised the idea of being bound to any law or higher being.

    We had been tracking this particular band of Red Eye Orcs, and they had stayed ahead of us, for days now – and in their path – the small hamlet of Evergreen, now a decimated, searing ember and ash of charred wood and the smell of flesh burning. The Red Eye Orcs knew that every village they attacked we would be forced to slow down and search for survivors; but the decimation of Evergreen made it evident that there would be no survivors to be found.

    Inside one of the barns I found a mother, embracing her two children, probably around the ages of six and eight, and an infant, probably no older than several months.

    And that’s when it happened.

    I snapped.

    The world went black, my fury, my anger, my pain, my frustration. This war for peace was useless.

    I dropped my sword and shield and cursed Eldath, forsaking her and casting her blessing and her love from my soul.

    That was when a woman behind me spoke. “What if I told you, I could help you get revenge. Your… bloodline… allows you to inherently pull at the sphere of magic… if adequately trained.”

    “Who are you?” I growled. I glanced down at my shield and sword I had dropped, both with the symbol of a waterfall – the symbol of Eldath. I reached for the dagger in my boot instead, which was plain, simple, no markings.

    “I have been known to have a thousand names, but you can call me Dylila,” she smiled, “and I can teach you how to wield magic. Rather than always being behind your enemy, I can teach you to channel the darkness and use it like vicious arrows.”

    “Why would you do this?” I asked, staring at her.

    “Why? Because, just as I have had a thousand names, I have also lived a thousand years, and while I have heard of a Paladin who forsakes their god, I’ve never seen one myself, before. That makes you interesting to me.”

    In one fell swoop, I had lost my faith in my goddess, turned to what undoubtedly felt like darkness, and left my organization. No one else seemed to be able to see Dylila as she walked besides me, and I announced my resignation to the Captain of the Order.

    Dylila taught me how to pull magic from the air and use it. One day, after years of practice, she asked me if I was ready for the next step. To forego a piece of who I am and bind it to her. I agreed and a pact was made of light and shadow, until the darkness washed over my soul. With this new ability, I was able to summon weapons from the very shadows.

    I began forging a new sword and a new shield. On the shield, a careful etched symbol of a flaming sword pointing upward which was duplicated on the hilt of my blade. I embraced a new god, today, with this new power surging in me. I vowed my soul to Tempus, the God of War.

    There was no peace that was ever going to exist in this world; only War.

    And I was ready for the War awaiting me on the horizon.

    Come what may.

    I am shadow. I am light. I am angel. I am demon. I am peace. I am war.

    I am whole.

    Man I love this one We really need you to start building a world cannon using these people

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    I do not wish for you to run out of inspiration, so I have to just keep working more people for you to write about.
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    Name: Blíldr Eilmyar
    Race: Wood Elf
    Gender: Make
    Class: Ranger
    Background: Soldier
    Personality: I bluntly say what other people are hinting or hiding. My favor, once lost, is lost forever. The best way to get me to do something is to tell me I can't do it. I judge people by their actions, not their words.
    Ideals: Greater Good. Our lot is to lay down our lives in defense of others. No Limits. Nothing should fetter the infinite possibility inherent in all existence. Obligation. It is my duty to protect my people.
    Bonds: Everything I do is for my people and Myth Drannor. I have a family, but I have no idea where they are. One day, I hope to see them again. I protect those who cannot protect themselves.
    Flaws: Evil fiends and the traitors who follow Lloth must be removed to protect all that is good.
    Notes: Ranger in service to the Elven army that retook Myth Drannor. Lost his family when Myth Drannor fell.

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    Name: Rain of Fall (Rain) The Awakening Mist Clan
    Race: Tabaxi
    Gender: Female
    Class: Monk
    Background: Far Traveler
    Personality: I judge people by their actions, not their words. There's nothing I like more than a good mystery. I never pass up a friendly wager. I ask a lot of questions. I am curious about everything.
    Ideals: Free Thinking. Inquiry and curiosity are the pillars of progress. Greater Good. It is each person's responsibility to make the most happiness for the whole tribe. Logic. Emotions must not cloud our logical thinking. Fairness. We all do the work, so we all share in the rewards.
    Bonds: A powerful person killed someone I love. Some day soon, I'll have my revenge. I will get revenge on the evil forces that destroyed my home and ruined my life.
    Flaws: I’ve lost the love of my life, and searching to save his soul.
    Notes: Travelled to a big city from Chult. She is searching for a way to revive her mate due to the death curse and her temple being over run.

    I hope you enjoy them. If someone knew posts, you're always welcome to bump me back, I'm never in a rush. I hope you get the inspiration to become published because you are really good at writing. I can see the stories play out as I read them.
    Just bumping my last two characters back in the que.👍🏻

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    Quote Originally Posted by Mythalidor View Post
    Okay, a character I've been trying to build forever, but never really knew his backstory.

    Name: Ivellios Dlardrageth
    Race: Elf: Shadar-Kai (reflavored as Fey'ri)
    Class: Sorcerer: Dragon (reflavored as Demon)
    Background: Noble

    Backstory idea: He claims himself to be a Fey'ri and the last heir of House Dlardrageth, but there isn't any proof of it. He also claims to be Lawful Evil, but he is generally kind to those who are his "subjects".
    Added to the queue!

    Quote Originally Posted by dragonearth View Post
    Man I love this one We really need you to start building a world cannon using these people
    Thank you! One of the things I have been doing, where inspiration hits, is weaving in some people's origins or making light touches/references to existing origins to expand on what's affectionately been called "The Tawmis Verse."

    Quote Originally Posted by AH0098 View Post
    Just bumping my last two characters back in the que.👍🏻
    I've not forgotten, I swear! Was just knocking out some of the newcomers first. :)
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    Quote Originally Posted by Tawmis View Post
    Added to the queue!



    Thank you! One of the things I have been doing, where inspiration hits, is weaving in some people's origins or making light touches/references to existing origins to expand on what's affectionately been called "The Tawmis Verse."



    I've not forgotten, I swear! Was just knocking out some of the newcomers first. :)
    No worries, I got really busy and hadn't checked it for a while. You are busy doing amazing work so it's not a worry. With the positioning if the post, I figured you missed it with all the amazing requests coming in. As always thank you for the amazing work you put in to your writing.😁

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    Quote Originally Posted by AH0098 View Post
    No worries, I got really busy and hadn't checked it for a while. You are busy doing amazing work so it's not a worry. With the positioning if the post, I figured you missed it with all the amazing requests coming in. As always thank you for the amazing work you put in to your writing.😁
    It's good to remind me, though! Because when I end up doing newcomers first - it buries the older requests!

    So far, it looks like (still trying to do newcomers first), the order I have is...

    Quote Originally Posted by Mythalidor View Post
    Okay, a character I've been trying to build forever, but never really knew his backstory.
    Name: Ivellios Dlardrageth
    Race: Elf: Shadar-Kai (reflavored as Fey'ri)
    Class: Sorcerer: Dragon (reflavored as Demon)
    Background: Noble
    Backstory idea: He claims himself to be a Fey'ri and the last heir of House Dlardrageth, but there isn't any proof of it. He also claims to be Lawful Evil, but he is generally kind to those who are his "subjects".
    Then:

    Quote Originally Posted by AH0098 View Post
    I do not wish for you to run out of inspiration, so I have to just keep working more people for you to write about.
    1st
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    Name: Blíldr Eilmyar
    Race: Wood Elf
    Gender: Make
    Class: Ranger
    Background: Soldier
    Personality: I bluntly say what other people are hinting or hiding. My favor, once lost, is lost forever. The best way to get me to do something is to tell me I can't do it. I judge people by their actions, not their words.
    Ideals: Greater Good. Our lot is to lay down our lives in defense of others. No Limits. Nothing should fetter the infinite possibility inherent in all existence. Obligation. It is my duty to protect my people.
    Bonds: Everything I do is for my people and Myth Drannor. I have a family, but I have no idea where they are. One day, I hope to see them again. I protect those who cannot protect themselves.
    Flaws: Evil fiends and the traitors who follow Lloth must be removed to protect all that is good.
    Notes: Ranger in service to the Elven army that retook Myth Drannor. Lost his family when Myth Drannor fell.

    2nd
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    Name: Rain of Fall (Rain) The Awakening Mist Clan
    Race: Tabaxi
    Gender: Female
    Class: Monk
    Background: Far Traveler
    Personality: I judge people by their actions, not their words. There's nothing I like more than a good mystery. I never pass up a friendly wager. I ask a lot of questions. I am curious about everything.
    Ideals: Free Thinking. Inquiry and curiosity are the pillars of progress. Greater Good. It is each person's responsibility to make the most happiness for the whole tribe. Logic. Emotions must not cloud our logical thinking. Fairness. We all do the work, so we all share in the rewards.
    Bonds: A powerful person killed someone I love. Some day soon, I'll have my revenge. I will get revenge on the evil forces that destroyed my home and ruined my life.
    Flaws: I’ve lost the love of my life, and searching to save his soul.
    Notes: Travelled to a big city from Chult. She is searching for a way to revive her mate due to the death curse and her temple being over run.

    I hope you enjoy them. If someone knew posts, you're always welcome to bump me back, I'm never in a rush. I hope you get the inspiration to become published because you are really good at writing. I can see the stories play out as I read them.
    Then expanding on Vippi:

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    I seem to have gotten lost in the crowd.
    More for Vippi ?
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    It's good to remind me, though! Because when I end up doing newcomers first - it buries the older requests!

    Then expanding on Vippi:
    The Bandit Mage lurks, waiting for the right time to unleash Arcane Fury !!
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    My Knowledge, Understanding, and Opinion on things can be changed
    No offense is intended by anything I post.
    *Limited Playtest Group - I'm mostly Stuck in the White Room.
    *I am learning valuable things, here. So thanks, everyone!

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    If you have time. And any of these tickle your story thoughts.
    1. Drugar Ironguard. Dwarf warrior (Eldritch Knight) turned his back on protecting a dwarven spellcaster during a battle after learning a terrible secret.
    2. Alethia De’fore half elf female prisoner. Escapes the drow only to stumble upon an ancient tomb shrouded in shadow
    3. Kin Risha the drow bard. Can she subtly convince others that the fall of the Drow has been manipulated by the high elves all along?

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    Edit: @Tawmis: Updated Bandit Mage.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Whit
    If you have time. And any of these tickle your story thoughts.
    1. Duergar Ironguard. Dwarf warrior (Eldritch Knight) turned his back on protecting a dwarven spellcaster during a battle after learning a terrible secret.

    2. Alethia De’fore half elf female prisoner. Escapes the drow only to stumble upon an ancient tomb shrouded in shadow

    3. Kin Risha the drow bard. Can she subtly convince others that the fall of the Drow has been manipulated by the high elves all along?
    Suggestions
    1) Soldier Background (PHB).

    2) Custom Background "Survivor": Perception and Survival.
    Feature: Able to get the latest news of current known threats (Cha with Advantage).
    my thoughts for Class: (A) Ranger/Gloomstalker. (B) Monk/Shadow (C) Shadow Sorceress.
    (D) Rogue/Scout (E) Paladin/Any (Vengeance vs Drow?)

    3) Whisper Bard?

    Thoughts on Personality Traits/Ideals/Bonds/Flaws?
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    Quote Originally Posted by Great Dragon View Post
    The Bandit Mage lurks, waiting for the right time to unleash Arcane Fury !!
    (LoL)
    Farfanugen! See, this is why it's good to remind me.

    Quote Originally Posted by Whit View Post
    If you have time. And any of these tickle your story thoughts.
    1. Drugar Ironguard. Dwarf warrior (Eldritch Knight) turned his back on protecting a dwarven spellcaster during a battle after learning a terrible secret.
    2. Alethia De’fore half elf female prisoner. Escapes the drow only to stumble upon an ancient tomb shrouded in shadow
    3. Kin Risha the drow bard. Can she subtly convince others that the fall of the Drow has been manipulated by the high elves all along?
    I'd be glad to tackle these!
    For Alethia... Do you have a specific class in mind for them?
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