“When the Childe of the Stars is fled/The Shunned shall rise/And He shall make the mountains weep/The Uniter shall be decieved/The Lord of Hell/And the Prince with Two Faces/Shall be Brothers/The Firstborn shall face a Test/The Star Childe shall come again/Him with the Hammers/Shall make such an End/The Witch of Mezzus shall Choose/Magnamonius’ Pride shall fall/The Betrayer shall Cleanse the Weak/Blood shall Drown the Weak/The Lords of the Lost shall Rise/The Bastard Prince is King/Of the Damned/Their Fate is Known to All/The Shunned shall Drink the Son and The Moon/Night is Day/But Day is not Night/All is Ash/He is Man/He is not Man/Deceived/All Deceived/The Unborn shall be King/Death is Life/Life is Death/The Monster’s Mother/Seek the Scepter/He who shall Damn us All/Is our Hope/And Saviour/The Beast shall Stir/The End is The Beginning/The Beginning is Not the end/And we Shall sing His Songs”
-The Ashen Prophesy

The Uriah RPG is an interactive role-playing experience set in my homebrew Dungeons and Dragons campaign setting. The game uses my patented 'Pick a Number' system, which allows for more freedom than the A or B system.
CHARACTER CREATION
When making a character for the Uriah RPG, you must choose from the list of races, as well as a class from the class list. You start the game at 1st level, and at the apex of your career, you will reach level 100. Each new level earns you new abilities and skills. Okay, on to the race list.
RACES:
HUMAN RACES
Humans- Humans are the most populous of the intelligent races on Uriah, and are spread about across many kingdoms. The best and the worst are among them, from the gallant Knights of the Silver Circle, to the barbaric Krathites north of the Dragon's Teeth.
Johterim- The powerful warriors of Veska are dour and stout, they charge into battle with axe and shield in hand, eager to deal death to their enemies. Johterim distrust magic, save that of their shamans that harness the primal power of their totem animals.

ELF RACES
High Elves- The haughty High Elves are the most numerous of the elfish races, traveling from place to place after their home was destroyed in the Age of Ash by cruel fiends.
Grey Elves- The mysterious Grey Elves dwell high in the Godspine Mountains, trading with the dwarves and helping them drive out the mutant goblinoids that come up from the Warp Hills to the west.
Twilight Elves- Only recently returning to Uriah after their home was stolen away from them by the trickery of Kurtulmak, the god of the Kobolds, the Twilight Elves have reclaimed their home after the Age of Ash, and now seek to restore their bonds with their more haughty kin.
Dark Elves- The cruel Dark Elves were driven beneath the surface after a terrible civil war that saw mountains topple as powerful magic was loosed. They are rarely seen outside of their massive and dark cities beneath the earth, where they worship the Spider Goddess Lolth.
Wood Elves- The Wood Elves have dwelt in the Feywood for as long as anyone can remember, killing despoilers and invaders without mercy or impunity. Having been separated from their High Elf kin, they have grown xenophobic and savage, often raiding settlements for supplies.

DWARVEN RACES
Dwarf- The stout dwarves dwell in the mountains, doing battle with their hated goblinoid foe with axe and rune. Dwarves are always eager to lend a hand or an axe if the cause is worthy... and if they are promised fine ale.
Flamebeard Dwarf- The practically feral Flamebeards inhabit the plains of Veska, living a nomadic existence alongside the Johterim, with whom they trade. As their name suggests, their hair is a fiery red, and the warriors often cut it into a mohawk pattern, with which they slick with blood. Every Flamebeard has a special runic weapon that they will never part with, nor will they do battle without it.
Godspine Dwarf- The dwarves of the Godspine Mountains are arrogant and proud, believing themselves immune to the petty wars that rage below them. Their hair is universally stark white, and often coated with snow and ice from their homes.
Iron Dwarf- The cruel Iron dwarves dwell beneath, trading slaves to the dark elves and the kobolds.

HALFLING RACES
Halfling- The wandering folk travel about the world, selling their wares to those with enough coin. Halflings often rub shoulders with Ashanti merchants coming north from the Empty Space deep in the south.
Deep Gnomes- These diminutive humanoids battle against the kobolds in their underground kingdoms.

DRACONIC RACES
Kobolds- The small race of dragonkin dwell beneath the earth, fighting the deep gnomes in endless wars of attrition. Some kobolds venture to the surface, seeking respite from the endless wars beneath the surface. Naturally strong in magic, most of their kind become sorcerers or arcanists of some sort.

GOBLINOID RACES
Goblins- The cowardly goblins are often bullied into service to the orcs, where they serve as expendable troops and slaves. Sometimes, a goblin escapes the tribe, and makes a name for himself.
Night Goblins- A race of goblins created by the Dark Elves, the night goblins lurk in the deep, their pure white eyes hunting for prey. Theses grey-skinned creatures are larger and more intelligent then their smaller kin, often leading tribes of them into battle against the dwarves.
Orcs- The foul orcs populate every stretch of land on Uriah save Argoth, their endless green tide rolling over entire kingdoms. However, the orcs are too brutish and stupid to fully band together, for if they did, they could easily sweep the elves, dwarves, and humans from the world in a few generations.

MELEE CLASSES
Warrior- Fighters that take sword and shield into battle against their foes.
Special- Stances
Knight- The sworn defenders of a kingdom, knights sally out to slay their foes upon their steeds.
Special- Knight's Challenge
Barbarian- Savage warriors who fight with ferocity and abandon.
Special- Rage
Paladin- Brave and virtuous defenders of good, smiting their foes with holy power.
Special- Smite
Blackguard- The opposite of paladins, the blackguard is a monster who ends lives simply because he can.
Special- Unholy Favor

RANGED CLASSES
Ranger- Archers and scouts that pick off foes with a flurry of arrows before they are even aware of them.
Special- Ranged Expertise

STEALTH CLASSES
Rogue- Stealthy thieves and pickpockets that are experts of being unseen.
Special- Sneak Attack
Assassin- Cold hearted killers that kill for money, sport, or both.
Special- Death Attack

ARCANE CLASSES
Sorcerer- Mages who know their spells instinctively, born with knowledge of arcane power in their blood. Sorcerers use flashy evocation powers, sending blasts of flame or crackling lightning towards their foes.
Special- Power in the Blood
Necromancer- Foul arcanists that raise the dead with their dark magic, forcing them to do their bidding. No town will willingly admit a necromancer into their borders, and they are primary targets for the witch hunters and inquisitors.
Special- Animate Dead
Defiler- Masters of black magic, defilers can cripple foes with a word and a gesture, even tearing away any magical protection they may posses. Defilers however lack offensive magic, and must rely on their companions to protect them.
Special- Defile
Wizard- Mages who have access to a gamut of spells, they are the most versatile of all the arcane classes.
Special- Versatile
Bard- Using magically empowered song to aid their allies, bards are always welcome in a party. ROLEPLAYING NOTE: If you are playing a bard, you MUST write a short little diddy when you use your bardic music.
Special- Bardic Music
Jester- The opposite of bards, jesters belittle their foes with insults, making them lose their heads in anger, making them reckless. ROLEPLAYING NOTE: If you are playing a jester, you MUST create an insulting poem appropriate for the situation when you use your belittle ability.
Special- Belittle

DIVINE CLASSES
Cleric- Servants of the gods, clerics act as instrument for divine power, healing their allies and cursing their foes. ROLEPLAYING NOTE: If you are playing a cleric, you MUST pick a god or gods to worship (gods are described later). You MUST also write out the words of your blessing or curse.
Special- Blessings/Curses
Druid- Keepers of the woods and steward of the creatures that live there, druids are the epitome of primal magic.
Special- Animal Shape
Templar- Defenders of the faith against it's enemies, the templar are the guardians of temples and shrines.
Special- Templar's Oath

ADVANCED CLASSES
To take an advanced class, you must be at least level 50 and meet a requirement.
Witch Hunter- Dedicated slayers who hunt rogue arcane spell casters and undead.
Requirement- Must be formally inducted by a member of a priesthood.
Special- Silver Chain
Bonedancer- Masters of necromancy, bonedancers raise hundreds of deathless servants with each incantation.
Requirement- Must already be a necromancer.
Special- Mass animation
Magus- Masters of the arcane arts, Magi can call upon incredible power to smite their foes.
Requirement- Member of an arcane class other than jester or bard.
Special- Great Spell
Thane- Brave warriors who wade into battle with honor and strength.
Requirement- Member of a melee class.
Special- First Glory, Then Death!
Whisperknife- Shadowy assassins that can kill even the most protected marks.
Requirement- Must already be an assassin, must be formally inducted by a Whisperknife Grandmaster.
Special- One Strike, One Death.

GODS
Vulismerew- The goddess of agriculture, healing, and fertility.
Sade- Trickster god who enjoys playing good natured tricks on his fellow gods.
Gaia- The earth mother is revered by most druids.
Krath- Demonic god of wickedness and sin. Krath once tried to steal the power of the other gods, but failed and was imprisoned. He later escaped in a cataclysm known as the Age of Ash that saw whole kingdoms swept into oblivion. He was later imprisoned again by Sade's twin brother Olidimara, but the act cost him his life.
Merik- God of torture, was slain in the Age of Ash by Kord, god of strength, but his clerics claim he is only sleeping.
Gog- Monstrous god of monsters who exists only to devour.
Malleus- Greedy god of the dead, he utilizes necromancers as his priests.
Gendle- Son of the slain sun god Pelor, Gendle seeks to spread order and justice across the cosmos.
Morbus- Twisted deity of pestilence and disease, his clerics often disguise themselves as plague doctors to spread his 'gifts' to other villages.
Fornan- Just warrior god and believed to be the first paladin.
Thorgil- Savage battle god who is worshipped by the Johterim.
Wr-Thiysolp- Insane chaos god that creates and destroys without rhyme or reason.
Fate- God of prophesy, he appears as a tauric spider, weaving the strands of fate in a great web.
Krenil- God of the dead and sworn enemy of Malleus.

ACTIONS
To perform an action, simply type in what you wish to do. Magic works in the same way, use flavor text to describe the nature and purpose of the spell. Magic and combat always requires a pick a number test, often from 1 to 10.

CHARACTER PROFILE FORMAT

Name-
Race-
Class-
Place of Birth-
Life Story-
Equipment- All melee classes start with basic melee weapons, ranged begin with a single ranged weapon and a quiver of arrows, stealth classes begin with a pair of daggers, and all magic classes (arcane and divine) begin with robes and a quarterstaff. Everyone begins with light armor, except the melee classes, which begin with medium armor with the exception of barbarians, which begin with light armor like everyone.

Include a character picture if you can.
Okay, let's get this started!

Sure thing dude,

Name: Dezranze
Race: Dark Elf
Class: Steath class- Assassin
Place of Birth: The city of Var'arth
Life Story: His father was an assassin, so Dezranze was naturally taught the skills and tactics of an assassin at an early age, and he became quite skillful with blades, and was almost never seen when stealthy. Now he seeks to live up to his fathers name.
Equipment: Uh, am I only alloud the basic equipment? If not I will also have my fathers armour, and hooded cloak, with my emblem of a wolf made with blood.

Heres what he should look like,

Yes, you can take that equipment, as long as they don't have any game breaking abilities.

Nope, thier just really honourary to my father.

I'm going to run an intro adventure for you until I get some more players.

Dezranze stands in the Killer's Quarter in the dark elven city of Var'arth, the smell of blood and fear choke the streets. He enters the door to the Blood Square, where aspiring assassins and whisperknives test their skills against each other in mortal combat. Already, several elven corpses already lay upon the stone flags, slain by quick cuts by their fellow students. Above it all sits K'llien, the cruel Weaponsmaster and leader of the Whisperknives, smiling each time an apprentice falls. "Ah, Dezranze! Come, you must join us! Show use your skill with the blade. I trust Vthien didn't raise a weakling?" He gestures to the square, it's clear he won't let you leave without a fight.

Name- Zork
Race- Kobold
Class- Sorcerer
Place of Birth- unknown
Equipment- Staff of Sorcery , Helm of Magics
Life Story- Once a great Sorcerer , Zork was exiled for crimes agiainst his race. Blinded and his powers drained massively Zork vows revenge upon his race.

HEAR THE WORDS OF THE DM AND TREMBLE!

Your staff of sorcery and the helm of magics have been drained of much of their power by your kin.

SO SAYETH THE DUNGEON MASTER!

Groping blindly through the tunnels that he once traversed with ease, Zork crawled on his hands and knees, nursing his hatred and angst. How dare they? All he had ever done was for the betterment of his race! It mattered not that he experimented on his kin, their sacrifices would aid in the war against the hated gnomes. The Council in their small-mindedness had stripped him of his power and gouged out his eyes with cruel needles. He was driven out into the Underdark, left to fend for himself. With little magic he had left, he could sense great power nearby, but then recoiled. Dark Elves. The monolithic city of Var'arth stood before him and his blind eyes. His tribe had traded with them over the years, but the elves looked down on the kobolds with contempt. Still, if he was to regain his magic...

Sorry if my Character was over powered Mordoskul.

NO problem, just don't godmodd or metagame and we're cool.

Zork stealthly enters the city. He may be blind but he could still feel and touch , Zork hides as Elven guards pass him.

Pick a number 1-10. (Stealth Test)

9

Zork steps lightly, avoiding the first few sentries, but upon entering the Killer's Quarter, he is grabbed from behind a smiling dark elf. "My, my, my, a kobold. Shouldn't you be in the Slave Quarter, where you belong?" He kicks the kobold, sending him skidding across the flags as he laughs. As he tries to stand, the dark elf plants his heel at the base of Zork's neck. "Ah, ah, ah, I want to have a little sport with you." The kobold feels searing pain as a serrated dagger carves into the scaly skin of his forehead. "See, you're my slave now! Go on, bow to me! Call me master!" He laughs, tossing the sorcerer across the street to collapse in a heap.

Zorks head turns to the Dark Elf
"Fool , you dare insault me!"
Zork fires a bolt of green lighting at the Elf

Make a Casting Test (1-10)

5

The dark elf cries out in surprise before his flesh is charred by the sorcerer's arcane lightning, he falls to the ground, his lungs fused by the heat of the blast. Zork stands up, wipes himself off and continues on his way. "Filthy stinking sharp-ear, who does he think he is? A master sorcerer? I think not..."

Zork aproches a Black tower. It is covered in dark purple gems that flicker with magic.

The sun beat down Otto and his band as they escorted the Ashanti merchant through the burning sands of the Empty Space. It might have been more worthwhile if there was something to look at, mused Otto. The desert was empty, nothing to see but windswept dunes and the occasional lizard. He wiped his brow, this was one of the worst jobs he had ever taken. At least the odd bandit or two would help make things interesting, but this... His thoughts were shattered by a cry from the caravan. "Skinweavers!" Men clad in crude armor and wielding curved blades were charging over the dunes, their attack causing the merchant to weep in fear. As they drew closer, Otto realized their namesake; every single Skinweaver had a human face drawn over their own like a grotesque mask.

Zork smiled, this was it, he could almost taste the power that would flow back into him. Before he stepped forward, he stopped, something was wrong. A barrier of incredible strength blocked his path. He could sense demons waiting to be unleashed if he were to cross the invisible gate.

HEAR THE WORDS OF THE DM AND TREMBLE!

Check out the rules section, I've added a section on Advanced Classes.

SO SAYETH THE DUNGEON MASTER!

Mordoskul wrote:The sun beat down Otto and his band as they escorted the Ashanti merchant through the burning sands of the Empty Space. It might have been more worthwhile if there was something to look at, mused Otto. The desert was empty, nothing to see but windswept dunes and the occasional lizard. He wiped his brow, this was one of the worst jobs he had ever taken. At least the odd bandit or two would help make things interesting, but this... His thoughts were shattered by a cry from the caravan. "Skinweavers!" Men clad in crude armor and wielding curved blades were charging over the dunes, their attack causing the merchant to weep in fear. As they drew closer, Otto realized their namesake; every single Skinweaver had a human face drawn over their own like a grotesque mask.

Otto brushed back his warrior's topknot and wiped sweat from his broad jutting brow, surveyed the terrain looking for possible escape routes should it come to that. He glanced around at the caravan, removing his leather and iron battle-glove from his sword hand so as to free up more fingers with which to count. As he steadied his charger, Otto checked back at the cowering merchant, and the rest of the caravan, attempting to assess whether their numbers were enough. "Numbers..." mused Otto, "hrmph. Perhaps if they were all stalwart men of Plugh I could count them better, but this snivelling merchant might count as a half a finger?". We wiggled his pinkey finger as he unsheathed his sword and glanced around at the reactions of the others.

The Skinweavers begin their bloody work, diving into the startled defenders with cruel knives. "What in the Nine Hells are you doing!? Fight!"

HEAR THE WORDS OF THE DM AND TREMBLE!

Just added the new Templar divine class.

SO SAYETH THE DUNGEON MASTER!

Otto of Plugh:
Human Warrior
Big horse, big sword, big bow, big guy, wandering sword for hire from a ruined frontier settlement off to make a new life after his home was destroyed by marauding monsters.


Otto starts doing what Otto does best. I pick number 1.

Wielding a massive sword and spurring his horse around, Otto lost count at three, or was it four, as he charged at the savages. He mumbled curse at the gods who never hear him anyway, a stoic mocking chiding for letting him wind up in such a mess as he brought his blade down towards the nearest raider with a sigh.

Ooh, nice.

Otto whirls about, cutting a Skinweaver in twain, before reversing his grip and smashing the hilt into another's face. The rest of the caravan is faring poorly, half of the turbaned guard cut down by savage killers. A Skinweaver with a great circular banner of flayed skin and wicker charges at Otto with a large cleaver like blade with an incoherent cry of rage. Ah, a worthy foe at last.

Otto's disciplined warrior instinct led him to a split second change to a defensive stance. Recognizing the furiosity of the savage's unruly charge, he prepared to focus on deflecting the wild blow of this attacker with the expectation that his opponent would unbalance himself, leaving an opening for counter attack which Otto intended to exploit.

I pick number 5

"Certainly, but remember, my father taught me since I was a child. I won't lose."

(Hmmm can you choose an advanced class on top fo your normal class? Say, I upgrade to Whisperknive at a certain lvl or whatever?)

Zork chants a Dark Arcane spell in an attempet to breach the Barrier.

The Skinweaver chief is faster than Otto expects, and the great weapons collide in a shower of sparks. The chief snarls, his rotten teeth showing through the face of an Ashanti child. Suddenly, he slams his fist against the side of Otto's head, ringing his ear. Retaliating with the end of his sword, Otto slams the hilt into the side of the chief's head, causing to stumble. Exploiting the opening, Otto thrusts his blade deep into the Skinweaver, burying it up to the hilt.

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:(Hmmm can you choose an advanced class on top fo your normal class? Say, I upgrade to Whisperknive at a certain lvl or whatever?)

If you are level 50 and meet the requirment.

Dezranze enters the Blood Square, and sizes up his opponent, a wiry dark elf wielding a whipdagger and scimitar. He laughs, "Ah fresh blood..."

Chanting words of power, Zork attempts to dispel the barrier.

1-30 (Dispel Greater Ward Test)

20

"Young deaths are misfortunate, but are kills to me all the same. Are you ready? No? Tough."

I start to make lightning fast strikes and dodges against my opponent.

Zork's magic fails to breach the ward, and the ward shimmers as a demonic spider covered in chitinous armor scuttles out onto the flags of Var'arth, fangs dripping with acidic venom.

(Dezranze)

1-10 Melee Test
1-15 Dodge Test

Melee: 7

Dodge: 5

Dezranze slips one of his blades between his ribs, but the student twists away to avoid a fatal wound. He retaliates, coiling his whipdagger around one of his arms, the keen obsidian shards embedded in the cable slice through the assassin's clothes with ease, cutting into the flesh beneath. Yanking on the whipdagger and pulling it back for another attack, the student severs tendons in his foes left hand and widens Dezranze's wounds.

"Argh! Nice strike! But it will be your last!"

I start twirling my blades with ease, before trying to strike his neck.

1-10 Melee Test

OR

1-10 Ranged Test

Name: Gorek Irontooth
Race: Orc Barbarian
Birthplace: Veska
Backstory:(Sorry it's so short, I got lazy) Abandoned at birth by his tribe, Gorek wnders the land, hiring himself out to whoever needs a little extra muscle.
Weapons: Very simple leather armour. Large, two-handed mace. His teeth, knocked out long ago, have been replaced with sharp spikes of metal.

Melee: 2

Gorek Irontooth surveyed the Veskan plain, his pigish, beady eyes looking across to his foe; a blood splattered Flamebeard warrior, his blood slicked mohawk standing stiff and strait in the air. Gorek was the last of his band, they had come down from the Warp Hills for a raid, when they encountered the Flamebeards. Gorek had killed many, but the dwarves had killed his band to the last, save one. The Flamebeard lifted his runic axe and let out a shrieking war cry as he charged, murder in his eyes.

Melee Test 1-10

Dezranze leaps in the air, taking the student by surprise before plunging his dagger into his eye. Disgusted, he yanked the blade from his skull. K'llien smiled, "Your form was slow, if you hadn't leapt like that, Marel would have flensed you." He points to the assassin's fresh scars, "Remember those wounds, they come from carelessness."

"I will not make those mistakes again, be sure of that. Is there anything else you need from me?"

"Yes, there is indeed. Several of my rival's agents are loose within the Killer's Quarter, they seek to discredit me with their skill. You will show them the error of their ways, kill them all." As Dezranze reaches for his daggers, K'llien shakes his head. "Leave them, be... creative. The agents will doubtlessly be disguised, look for actions that look out of place. And Dezranze? Do not bother to return if they are not all dead by your hand."

"Certainly, the lat thing they see will be my blade slitting thier throat, and the blood pouring out."

I then disappear into the shadows, searching for my targets.

(Remember, no weapons. K'llien said to be creative...)

Dezranze prowls the streets of the Killer's Quarter, searching for a target. A group of students walk past, bragging about their killing art.

1-18 Perception Test

11

A single student stands out, he seems more experienced than the others, making no proud boasts.

(Remember, no blades, use your enviroment)

I got a 3

Gorek sweeps down with his mace, blocking the wild strokes from the Flamebeard. Too close for a proper swing, Gorek punches the dwarf with a ham sized green fist, and he feels bones break and give way beneath his blow. The Flamebeard stumbles back, allowing the massive orc to smash the dwarf's arm with the massive iron bludgeon. He stumbles back, grunting in pain before heaving himself back at Gorek. This time, Gorek is ready, and swings the mace in an undercutting motion, catching the Flamebeard under the chin, and sending his head flying.

I look around, seeing if there is anything I could use to make it look like an "accident".

"I hate spiders. Ill crush you under my heel!"
Zork cuases the ground round the Spider to rupture.

Dezranze can see a coil of rope, a meat hook, a length of wire, a collection of metal spikes, a sack of sand, a barrel, and a torch, and a large spider.

(You can combine these items to make traps)

(Zork)

1-15 Casting Test

10

Zork's spell fails to penetrate the bebilith's armor, and the monster continues it's advance. He can hear more sharp-ears approuching.

Zork begins to retreat passing several Dark Elfs

1-10 Stealth Test

1 I dont acctully want to hide. The Elfs can fight the Demon!

(They will not, they have summoned it!)

I see

(Actions?)

The Cowardly creture runs for his life as Dark Elfs and the Daemon pursue him.

Zork flees for his life as the bebilith threatens to overtake him. Running back to the Killer's Quarter, the kobold darts into an ally to hide, the demon forced to retreat back to the barrier after it reached the end of it's astral cord. Breathing a sigh of relief, Zork peers around the corner, spying a group of Iron dwarves whipping a group of goblin slaves to the market. Zork recognizes the driver, an unpleasant dwarf that often sold slaves in his burrow.

Zork walks up to the Slave Driver planing to use him...

The dwarf looks at the kobold with surprise. "What in the Nine Hells happened to you?"

Otto gets a massive rush of bravado from his kill. Encouraged that he is indeed, the superior warrior to these savages, he wrenches his sword free from the champion's bowels, holding the limp body upright by its head, he decapitates the corpse and, with a mighty roar of challenge, flings its head towards the nearest group of raiders harrying his employer's wagon, hoping to catch their attention. He picks up the fallen banner of flayed skin and waves it for all to see before casting it to the ground and taking up his broadsword and advancing menacingly upon them. Otto's blood is up now, and it can be seen on his face that he is not at all frightened of this vermin.

The Skinweavers are taken aback by Otto's savagery, fleeing for the dunes. The merchant peeks out from the carriage. "You did it! Ha! Flee you cowards! Run Ha, ha!" The rest of the voyage takes all of several months, finally ending as the caravan reaches the Veskan plains. The Johterim are large swarthy men that wear their weapons proudly and openly. They greet the caravan with open arms and pay good coin for the goods they receive. The merchant departs after paying Otto and his band a hefty sum for his safe arrival. After staying at a local alehouse, Otto hears of the recent Ork attacks occuring on the eastern borders of Veska.

I will get the spider, and drop it onto the student from the rooftops. Before this I will tie the metal wire trough a small grate close to the building. The other end of the metal wire will be attached to the meat hook on top of the building. When he is scrambling about because of the spider, he will foolishly walk into the metal wire, which will send the metal hook falling down to kill him.

( Sorry if this is a bit bad, just I couldn;t really think of something )

1-10 Trapmaking Test

2

Dezranze drops the spider onto the agent, causing it to sink it's fangs into his face. He screams, and stumbles into the wire, lifting the hook from the ground and impaling him from behind, and he is lifted up as his body acts as a counterweight, hanging him on the grate, quite dead.

(2 agents remain)

"Perfect."

I slip back into the shadows, searching for my next victim.

Slipping through the shadows, Dezranze realizes he is being followed, turning about, he sees nothing in the shadows. He continues on, pausing only when something catches his eye in the ally. Something was wrong, but he was not sure what.

Gorek places one booted foot on the Flamebeards chest and raises his mace, bellowing to the sky. He spits on his fallen opponents face and glares about, as if daring anyone else to try their luck.

Sorry Mordoskul im going to have to quit. Very busy and ill at the moment.

Otto decided to spend some time in town learning about any helpful rumors about this orc menace, and if any caravans are headed that way. He is generous with his money, making sure his horse is under the best care, and freely buying rounds for other travellers at the alehouse. There will always be more coin to be earned, he thinks to himself. He thought to asses his situation, get to know the locals, decide whether or not to go there alone or if any other adventurers are about who are considering the same course as he. If he should go alone, he decides he should know the way, how far it is, how much to pack, any well known stops along the way or warnings about the route he should take, and make sure his mighty steed is well rested. Otto's head spins from ale, and this attempt at organization without a commander to tell him what to do is taxing to his mighty mind.

Ill join if I can

Name-Gaz
Race-Dwarf
Class-Ranger
Place of Birth-He has no idea where he was born or any of his past
Life Story- took a bad hit to the head and lost all his memory.
Equipment-Bow arrows

Ill add a pic when ive finnished drawing one

"Come out, stop playing these silly games with me. Anybody there? No?"

I look around, trying to spot something unnatural.

Gorek searches about the field for the Flamebeard's head, shaving off his beard and adding it to the collection of grisly trophies on his belt. Surveying the plain, he sees that he is the last surviving member of his band. Remembering the message that his band recieved before they sallied out to raid the Flamebeard's lands; Bahg Dwarfjaw was assembling the tribes of the Dragon's Teeth to muster at the fortress of Orcholde, where he planned to lead a great green tide over the pinkie kingdoms, raiding and feasting until the pinkies had been driven into the sea.

After many days of drunken inquiry, Otto learns of the great orcish muster at Orcholde in the Dragon's Teeth Mountains, led by Warboss Bahg Dwarfjaw, the orcs had gathered in the thousands, drawn by promises of death and plunder. The forces of the Silver Circle have rallied at Grey Peak, where the Godspine met the Dragon's Teeth, over six thousand of that order's warriors had gathered for a preemptive strike on Orcholde, and they promised riches and glory to any that accompanied them into battle. It is whispered by the priests of Fate that something darker is holding the orcs together, using them a bludgeon to soften up Uriah for something more sinister.

Gaz looked down from his perch in the Dragon's Teeth, orcs teemed in their thousands, at least a dozen tribal banners flapped in the wind. Gaz named each banner with ancient hatred, Black Anvil, Gutzmangul, Scaldfist, Bludtoof, Bad Teef, Rock Eatas... the list whent on, many of these orcs loathed each other, and would often slay each other on sight, but under the watchful gaze of Warboss Bahg Dwarfjaw, none dared for fear of incurring his wrath. Tribes of ogres and groups of trolls were also present, their mighty frames clad in crude iron armor, each spiked with tribal fetishes and war trophies. This was a muster unlike any before, and the fortress of Orcholde was teeming with the greenskins, their numbers filling the ancient orcish fort with their sweaty bodies. Gaz was to report his findings to the rest of the dwarven scouting party, but as he made to return to camp, he saw a pair of beady eyes looking at him from the darkness. Goblins, scouts or watchmen, they had seen him, and they made to run.

(Dezranze)

The assassin glances about, searching for his pursuer.

1-15 Perception

"A battle, eh? Well an army of orcs is a worthy adversary (almost as worthy as this dragon's piss ale I've been drinking)" Otto thanks the stable urchin, the drunkard, the inkeep, the wench with most of his coin for such information and hospitality, and for tending his horse and supplying him for his journey. He rides at dawn to Greypeak, to meet this Silver Circle, just before first light, with a full belly, acheing head, and a much lighter purse to travel with.

After arriving at an eccentric wizard's hut, and recieving a teleport to Grey Peak, Otto is assailed by hundreds of flapping banners, and thousands of suits of glittering mail. After being directed to the mercenary camps at the outskirts of the main Silver Circle camp, Otto breaks bread with the other soldiers of fortune. Shifty-eyed Arendians wrestled with powerfully built Skaldians, Thaneish havoc mages swapped spells with Carnorian sorcerers, and Otto felt right at home. After several days of drinking and feasting, the host was called upon to hear the leader of the expedition speak on the eve of battle. Confessor Isaac was a tall man dressed in the garb of a Krenilian Knight, his gold and sable armor polished until it shined, a massive, rune-etched warhammer he held over his shoulder. A young mustatioed Tyrican held the Silver Circle banner, his silver plate glimmering in the dawn-light. "Today we burn the foul greenskin in his own home, smite him with fire and purity! They seek to destroy the race of men, but we march into their own halls to see that he never makes this expedition! Warriors of the Silver Circle, march to war!"

The opening moves of the Siege of Orcholde stayed with the orcs for many hours, and the Silver Circle feared that they could not assail it's walls with force of arms. Then, Confessor Isaac led the charge from the fore, and smashed open the Orcgate with his blessed hammer. Then, Warboss Pinkmaula of the Biggutz tribe strode out to the Orcgate, smashing the Silver Circle back with his huge axe. Isaac himself was felled by a might blow from the crude weapon, but his standard bearer, the Tyrican named Manfred, slew the orc with his cold iron longsword, allowing the Silver Circle to enter the first ring of the orcish fortress. Now the Silver Circle was holed up in the ring, unable to bring their full forces through the small gates built for use by goblins, but if a small party was to enter, then they could open the gate from the inside... This is where Otto stands now, in the flame charred ruins of the first ring of Orcholde.

Name- Nero Skie
Race- Dark Elf
Class- Necromancer
Place of Birth- A Sacred Hall of Malleus
Life Story- He was born into his profession, from a young age he spent all of his time training, if he had any free time he used it reading tomes of dark magics or practicing his many reincarnation spells. After he left the halls of his lord, he search for a library to claim as his own.
Equipment- Long draping black cloak, long staff topped by a large blood red stone.

Nero sat among the rest of the apprentices in the Hall of Blood and Bone, Bonesage Karil addressed them from a podium of animated, writhing elf flesh, that cried out piteously from time to time. "Students of the dark arts, you have served me and your god well throughout your training, and the Corpsecrafter has presented us with a task. Great necromantic power has been felt running throughout the Dragon's Teeth above, centered on the fortress of Orcholde. The orcs are not known to practice such magic, and you have been instructed to discover the source of the energy flow. You will be teleported from here shortly via the waystones in the lobby. You will work in teams of three, with a leader chosen from amongst yourselves. You may begin." Nero finds himself paired with the sharp-tongued N'varil, and the ravishing Monleiel, it's obvious both will select themselves to be team leader. After teleporting through the green flame of a waystone, Nero and his team find themselves outside the walls of Orcholde, the ugly squat fortress surrounded by warriors in glittering mail. Nero sneered; the Silver Circle had come calling. The Bonesage had not lied, the air practically stank of necromancy.

Otto approaches one of the Silver Circle captains with a brilliant idea in mind. One, he thinks, may not have occured to his commanders. Ever the helpful and straightforeward sort, he pardons his intrusion into the command tent.

"If we could make our way through the goblin tunnels, a small band of raiders may be able to achieve the gate from the inside my lord. A small band, haha! I should fit right in!" booms Otto. After a pause, assuming the lack of laughter meant that it was only he that understood his jest, he introduced himself. "I am Otto, formerly of the mighty fortress of Plugh far across the wastes and I am no stranger to fighting orcs. Perhaps if one of our dwarven kin could help lead me through these tiny passages, we could have the gate open from the other side. I didn't bring my dinnerware for nothing, he says, drawing a long, broad bladed dirk from its sheath in his boot. I'm a bit big but if I can get through the goblin tunnels, I'm sure I can find a way to get that gate open once on the other side."

As the goblins started to run so did Gaz Drawing his bow and firing at them

11

Captain Heed smiled, "Excellent plan, son of Plugh, our dwarven allies have recently sent scouts to this area, and we should be making contact with them soon."

(Gaz)

Ranged Test 1-10

Dezranze looks into the darkness of the ally way, but sees nothing. He turns back, to continue on with his hunt, but he stumbles into something thin and sharp directly in front of him.

Evasion Test 1-17

3

5

Gaz's arrow pierces the goblin through the neck, causing it to drop with a squeal. The remaining goblin flees for it's life at full speed.

Dezranze continues on, suddenly crying out as his leg is snared on a length of wire, pulling him up to a hook on the ally wall. He can hear footsteps approaching from either side.

"Curse you! Show yourselves."

Two lithe dark elven assassins detach from the gloom, their blades glittering in the darkness. "K'llien thought he could dispose of us with a mere student? I am insulted!"

Run and escape the area before the whole place is alerted

Gaz runs, and makes it up to a nearby hill. Peering down, he sees Orcholde besieged. Thousands of members of the Silver Circle have attacked the fortress, and have entered the first ring. They may need assistace...

Rain arrows on the orks!

(Uh, Gaz, you're really high up, and out of range. Read Yeenoghu's post on this or the previous page for what I mean by assistance.)

I walk towards the Orcs in mail and ask if there is a mage's tower somewhere in the area

(Nero, you are near Orcholde, not in it)

Otto's inpulsive side gets the better of him for once. He wondered how long the dwarven party had been gone. The captains all seemed so busy keeping order and drawing out their battle plans, and may just be waiting for their scouts to return. What if the scouts do not return? What if they ran into some terrible fate while the mighty force arrayed at the gate waits? Otto grows irritated of the waiting and decides to venture a short ways into the Goblin tunnels, just a short trek, he thinks to himself, just to check...

The going will be difficult, having to stoop or crawl, but with his long dagger in hand, a bag of bread crumbs to retrace his path, and an oil lamp to see with, he cautiously advances through the small opening into the narrow twisting tunnels. Around his waist is tied a rope, to which his pack is attached, dragging a few feet behind him so he can move in the narrow confines more easily. Stealth does not occur to the big man, as he is rather obvious to begin with, carrying a lantern in the dark tunnels. The backpack makes clattering and scraping noises on the stone, but, better to fit through the gaps than having it on his back. Otto is pleased with his mighty cunning for coming up with such a brilliant solution to his size problem.

(Otto)

Otto slithers through the tunnels, making enough noise to raise the dead and make the deaf hear. Smacking his head on a protruding rock and swearing like a lunatic, Otto turns to see a rather stunned goblin staring at him slack-jawed, before letting out a scream and running down the tunnel.

Otto mumbles to himself as he drags his way foreward. Stupid Gods, what have you gotten me into now? My plan was flawless... stupid Gods...

Hmmm... pesky little things... can't quite chase after him can I? Can't throw my knife either, no room to raise my arm... Oh well, perhaps he is going to get his friends... I'd best move quick so I can get to a place where I can at least stand up... I know the Orcs can't move in here any better than I, so they can't be far ahead.

Otto crawls at great speed to a small room, by the looks of it, a goblin larder, just large enough for him to stand up in. The first goblin comes around the corner with a small stilleto of crude iron. As he peers around the corner, Otto's boot catches him in the face, breaking his scrawny, green neck. More goblins now enter through the hole, armed with crude swords and short spears.

Otto is level 2.

"I am insulted that you have defiled my sight with your presence. This trap was clumsily made, and your armour could be easily penetrated with any decent blade. Now, what do you want me for?"

Otto finds that he is getting to like the challenge of these small confines. With boyish glee he drops his lamp and falls upon the oncoming Goblins with his big hammy fists, attempting to bang their heads together and knock them out. Silly little things, but one of them may tell me the way to the gate!

"Haha! tiny varmints!" Otto exclaims aloud, thrilled with the prospect that he is properly thinking his way out of this goblin dilemma, using the calculating mind of a true warrior... He bashes a Goblin...
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If you need a number I pick number 5?

(Dezranze)

"Your master seeks to humiliate us by slaying us with a mere student, now we humiliate him by killing you." He draws a serrated dagger, and draws it across Dezranze's face, causing beads of blood to travel down the length of the dagger. "I will kill you slowly, an offering to the Lord of Razors..." His companion smiles, and silently, pulls out a garrote wire, and with inhuman speed, slides it over the assassin's head, and begins to strangle him with the fine cord. He lowers him to the ground, not lightening the pressure on his victim's neck until he stops kicking. Then, he cuts you down from the trap. "Run, and tell no one of what has transpired, or you shall feel my wire as well." He then runs into the darkness.

(Otto, I'm just loving the roleplaying)

Otto punches out several of the goblin's teeth, and proceeds to use him as a flail, beating several other goblins to pulp with their companion.

Gaz needed a way to get down and report his recon and help the attack...

(Gaz)

You reach the campm and report your findings, and your captain sends you down the cliff to aid the attackers, after several hours of reppeling, you reach the Silver Circle camp.

Gaz looked arond to find the commander of this camp and report his findings and ask what is needed of him

(Gaz)

After talking to a human captain by the name of Heed, Gaz is told that in order to breach the First Ring of Orcholde, they need someone to open the gate from the other side. They sent a mercenary into the goblin tunnels a few hours ago, and they haven't seen him since. "If you could go in after him, perhaps you could get this damned gate open."

"ok"
Gaz ran off into the tunnels to complete the dangerous mission

It's a tight fit, but Gaz squeezes himself into the tunnels. The reek of greenskin sweat is incredible, and Gaz wrinkles his nose in disgust. As he crawls about in the tunnels, he can hear the sounds of combat, and what sounds like a drunken bull beating a man to death.

After helping himself to some of the contents of the Larder (there's always time for a sausage link!) he set about his business. He picks up his new "flail" by its hair and splashes some water from a cask in its ugly green face.

"Wake up ugly little man. You are now my property, and a handy weapon you make too! What is your name little one? Never mind, haha! I shall call you "Flail"! I'm sure we will become fast friends Flail!" he goes on menacingly.

He pauses, unsure if his new friend is still unconscious, mute, or too frightened to speak. After a moment of introspection, Otto asks sheepishly
"can you speak the words of my kind?"

The battered goblin grunts an affirmative before lapsing into unconsciousness.

Since Flail, is being shy, Otto decides to tie the Goblin's little hands tightly to the rope alongside his pack. Otto will wait a few minutes in silence, listening for any more movement outside the door. He hunkers down in the Larder amongst the bodies of Goblins with another sausage link and a hefty swig of ale from his pack, waiting for Flail to stir.

1-14 Perception Test

2

Otto hears nor sees nothing out of the ordinary, and takes another bite of sausage.

Otto shall hunker down and see if Flail shows any sign of coming to. His patience has a limit, but he reasons that any information he gains from the guard could save a lot of time in finding the gate.

The goblin regains awareness, and turns a pale olive color when he sees Otto.

"Welcome back Flail! haha! have some sausage! No? Ale perhaps?" Otto pretends to be offended by the Goblin's refusal of his 'hospitality'. "Well, more for me then." (gulp).

"So then little friend, we are going to play a game called 'how can I open the gate?', sounds like fun then, yes? The rules are simple. We are going to go for a walk, see? You are going to give me a clue! If I get a good clue and I can find the gate, I won't have to come back here and get one of your friends to play instead. Of course, I won't be able to carry both you and your friend, so I shall have to find something to do with you, if I need to play again."
He nudges another of the bound unconscious goblins with his foot. "This one may want to play instead if you don't like the game? No? Sounds like a fun game to me my friend. Let's get started then!"

Otto gets up with his full-sized sword drawn. "ahh.. good to be able to stand up straight again! Sometime's I envy you wee folk." Otto remarks. He hefts the bound goblin over his shoulder in one arm and adds, "wait, no I don't. I hope you don't mind the ride, I would hate to lose my new friend in these little tunnels again."

...and with that, and his new found weapon/friend, Otto sets forth to find the gate control levers (or wheel, or whatever it is orcs use to open gates).

"You fooled me again Gods! Which one of you do I have to thank for the sausage? hahaha"....

Stepping out into the musky air of the First Ring, you can see a startled pair of orcs in the process of kicking a goblin about in a cruel game of soccer, they roar, and draw blades as they charge Otto.

"Flail! stay there!" roars Otto as he casts aside his bound up burden and wields his sword in a wide two-handed arc as he bounds foreward. Rather than standing to meet their attack defensively he charges headlong into the orcs, hoping to shock them with his overbearing rush.

1-10 Melee Test

1-10 Melee Test

3, and 9 (if you were asking twice, or was that double post?)

(Yeah, double post, sorry about the delay, been running 6 active players on lazarus)

Your blow cleaves an orc in half, and the remaining greenskin, renews his attack.

(Slightly irritated by the Orc's persistance, Otto loses his usual level-headed self control in a moment of battle lust, the tunnels echo with the boom of his voice)
"I WOULD HAVE BEEN HAPPY TO PLAY 'WHERES THE GATE WITH YOU TOO, CRETIN! BUT YOU HAD TO GET VIOLENT ABOUT IT! GRRRAAAAA!" chop chop slash slash..
"FLAIL! YOU STAY PUT! I'LL BE DONE IN A MINUTE!" chop chop slash slash... grunt... deep breath... chop chop slash slash...

(I pick a 4)

Mordoskul wrote:(Dezranze)

"Your master seeks to humiliate us by slaying us with a mere student, now we humiliate him by killing you." He draws a serrated dagger, and draws it across Dezranze's face, causing beads of blood to travel down the length of the dagger. "I will kill you slowly, an offering to the Lord of Razors..." His companion smiles, and silently, pulls out a garrote wire, and with inhuman speed, slides it over the assassin's head, and begins to strangle him with the fine cord. He lowers him to the ground, not lightening the pressure on his victim's neck until he stops kicking. Then, he cuts you down from the trap. "Run, and tell no one of what has transpired, or you shall feel my wire as well." He then runs into the darkness.

OOC: Wait, did his companion save me or something? if so...

IC:

"What? Why would he save me? I have to return to K'llien, he will mostprobably know why. Anyway, the only one left that I have to kill just saved my life, so I will not kill him."

Just like a shadow, I start rushing over the rooftops to return to K'llien.

Gaz slowly crept down the tunnel towards the sound

(Dezranze)

The assassin leaps over the rooftops and makes his way to the Blood Square, where Grandmaster K'llien awaits you. "I trust you have completed your mission?"

"Actually, I need to talk to you K'llien. One of the people who I was supposed to kill saved me, the other two are dead, but that one seemed to be on MY side. Now are you going to tell me why this is!?"

Name-Lord of the Ghosts
Race-Drow, oh, erm Dark Elves
Class-Nercomancer
Place of Birth-Under the earth
Life Story-Lived in a city under the earth. Survived the wars Drow, erm, Dark Elves have, and reached the ranks that few males have.
Equipment- Robes and a quarterstaff


How am I going to enter, just be there with everyone else, or story-based- Oh mighty DM?

(Gaz)

After creeping through the tunnels, you find the remains of a smashed goblin larder. Large footprints lead out into the First Ring of Orcholde.

Name-Dannin
Race-Twilight elf
Class-Ranger
Place of Birth-Slave ship
Life Story- My mother when she was pregant with me. while she was being transported to her new master i was bron killing her in the process. my master was a former mercenary and saw protential for me as an master archer. after a massive battle i found myself masterless and decided to become a wanderer

creep through to the gate controls

(Lord of the Ghosts)

The cold of the Dragons Teeth Mountains cuts through the cloaked figure's frame. Having been sent here by a vision of a great red moon consuming the world in a tide of death and unlife, he seeks the source of the great necromantic wellspring that seems to lie beneath Orcholde. The fortress itself is surrounded by the Silver Circle, now stationed before the First Ring.

(Gaz)

1-20 Stealth Test

(Otto)

Otto tears the other orc in half with his backswing, sending the halves tumbling down into a deep well.

6

(Dezranze)

K'llien looks as surprised as you, the expression lasting mere moments before he replaces it with cold indifference. "It would seem that a third party has entered into our little game... No matter, the Bonesage of the Cult of Malleus has requested an assassin to accompany them to the Dragons Teeth Mountains, to seek out the source of a necromantic wellspring. Any volunteers?"

(Dannin)

The wolves were hot on his heels, and Dannin was growing short of breath. The goblins had been chasing him and his band for several days, across the forested foothills of the Dragons Teeth. Turning his head back, the elf could make out several mounted goblins on worgs, the evil wolves howling in anger.

i begin to percisly pickoff the worgs one at a time,

Looks around

(Gaz)

You crawl through the tunnel, and come face to face with a huge human warrior.

(Dannin)

1-10 Ranged Test

7

(OOC: Oh, now I get it. Shall I follow Gaz?)

(Lord of Ghosts)

The barren and sharp tips of mountain peaks stab into the sky, perytons circle the highest peaks some miles off. The fortress of Orcholde lies below, an ugly box of grey stone.

(Dannin)

An arrow from the mercenary's bow pierces the heart of a worg, and it pitches it's rider off as it dies.

i continue my onslaught for two more arrows till i fallback

(how does raise dead work?)
If I cannot raise dead, I sneak to the gray box because it might have orcs in it.

(Dannin)

1-10 Ranged Test

3

(Lord of Ghosts, you require a corpse to use raise dead)

You begin your descent down the cliff face, making your way to the back of Orcholde.

Is there any holes to look inside?

[gaz might want to read this too]
The massive warrior recovers, off-balanced by his own devastating swing, spins around with his sword held high to meet another attacker, and stops. A moment passes as he stares, startled by the newcomer who had just entered through the tunnel behind him.
"I wasn't aware I was followed. And here I thought I was being so quiet." He jests.

"oh. You look as surprised as I must look! Haahaa. It's you isn't it? were you part of the scouting party? Nice to see a face that isn't ugly and green finally."

The big man strides across the room towards a tied up Goblin, wiping his sword clean of green ichor and nudging the lower half of an orc corpse with his foot as he passes it, as if to make sure it's really dead. "heh heh. Half-orc." he grunts. "Never trusted half-orcs. Haha!"

He picks up the bound Goblin over his shoulder and turns back to the newcomer.
"Forgive my manners, I am Otto of Plugh, and this," he lightly taps the half-conscious goblin on the head with the flat of his broadsword, "this is my friend Flail. He is so friendly he is helping me play a game called 'which way to the gate'. Would you care to play? It's great fun, isn't it Flail? I'll even let you have the first turn since you are new to the game! Go ahead and ask Flail, 'where's the gate?'.

He turns to Flail, all trace of humor gone from his broad face, "remember little one, there are plenty of others who can play this game too. Be careful when you answer him or I will have to find a new player."

Otto smiles, a rather intimidating smirk more than a smile. "I would hate to have to find someone else to play my game, not when we are becoming such great friends, Flail. So be very careful when you answer the man."

"So, that's settled then, would you care to ask him?" Otto asks the newcomer.

Name-Shaben
Race-Deep Gnome
Class-rouge
Place of Birth-Underground
Life Story-was caught stealing and cast out from the city having to dwell on the surface.
Equipment- pair of daggers, light armor.

(Dannin)

Your arrow goes wild, and thunks into a tree.

i fall back again trying to catch up to my band

(Lord of Ghosts)

There are a group of tunnels used by goblins that crisscross Orcholde.

(Shaben)

Things had been going according to plan. First, he had alerted the guard, then he had fallen down a well while on fire, then he had been pushed back in by spiteful goblins, to top it all off, he was left for dead in a midden after goblins had kicked him for several hours. In short, it was a bad day. Now the gnome lay in the midden heap, smelling the foul smells of the remains of whatever it was orcs ate.

(Dannin)

You take shelter with the rest of your band in an oak tree, the goblins holding torches make to burn you out.

aim and fire on the goblins with the tourches,
"Cowards fight or burn alive wchich one?"

Mordoskul wrote:(Lord of Ghosts)

There are a group of tunnels used by goblins that crisscross Orcholde.

I follow one of them at random.

(Dannin)

The mercenaries shout "Fight!" as one, and renew their attack.

(Lord of Ghosts)

The Necromancer slips into one of the tunnels, and crawls until he reaches what appears to be a larder, and it has been recently raided.

i once again renew my ranged onslaught

3 1-10 Ranged Tests

9
6
1

*kicks flail"which way goes to the gate controlss?"

I study his expression, and his last words very carefully before speaking.

"I will. Hopefully we will get some answers with our other matter at some point. Tell me where you need me to meet them."

(Dannin)

Two of your shots hit home, and the band's wizard, Fladnag, sets a pine-cone ablaze with azure arcane fire, and hurls it at the goblins below, setting their mount's fur alight.

(Dezranze)

The assassin is directed to a series of tunnels. "Make your way through the Jawbone Caves, from there, you will reach a large gateway, this leads into Orcholde. I expect you to succeed, do not fail me."

ok whos left?

"Never."

I start to walk thrugh the cave, carefully, and keeping my wits about.

I crawl out of the pile of excrement left by the Orcs and lightly feel my new scorched head where my hair used to be. "I smell like well, crap, I have bruises littering my skin, I have burn marks covering my body and to top it all off it's Monday, I freaking hate Mondays" I say as I attempt to scale the wall beginning my ascend to the surface.

(Dannin)

Two more goblin riders circle the bottom of the oak, baying for blood.

(Dezranze)

The assassin enters the caves, the smell of mold and fetid meet greets him as he does so. As he presses deeper within, he can feel that he is being followed. Turning about, several pale, barbarous humanoids lacking eyes and wielding crude stone weapons emerge from behind several boulders, four in total. Grimlocks.

Dexranze is now level 2

(Shaben)

1-15 Climb Test

10

i go to kill thier wargs with my bow

"Aaah fresh blood."

I weild my blades, and in a steady pace, increasing to a run, I engage the Grimlocks and proceed to "Slice and Dice".

5

(Holy crap! I apologize for the long waits, Lazarus has been eating up my time like a Lucent Worm on speed, so give me a bit longer, and all your turns will mysteriously be posted. Thank you for being patient. They should all be up within the day.)

(Shaben)

Your hook clangs off the wall, failing to find purchase.

(The sound may attrack attention)

(Dannin)

1-10

(Dezranze)

With long sweeping strokes, you slash the head from one grimlock, while sliding your other blade through the ribs of another.

I Try again to climb the wall before any beasts or people can reach me. 5

3

(Shaben)

You reach the top of the wall just as a pair of orcs lumber into view, cursing as you make good your escape. Not content to let you go easily, one of the orcs whips a cleaver at your head.

1-10 Dodge Test

8

You narrowly avoid the cleaver as it whistles past. "Get me soma dose tiny gits wit dem arrers!"

I make a desperate slash to blind the Orc and try to flee. "You'll never get your hands on me Lucky Charms!" I yell as I retaliate.

(Oh, looorrrdddd.....)

1-10 Melee Test

how does a 4 work for ya?

You slash the orc in the face, causing him to stumble into the well you previously fell into.

"Das wus up!" I yell before I scamper into the forest.

"Ha! Do you really want to continue?! I will kill all of you. Run! While you have the option!"

(Dezranze)

The grimlocks howl a challenge at the assassin, and charge heedless of the danger.

"Reckless now are we...?"

I quickstep to the side, and slash at the Grimlock.

(Dezranze)

1-10 Melee Test

4

You whirl about, your blades singing, the grimlocks jump out of the way before your blow can land.

(Dannin)

The final goblin dies, your arrow piercing it's heart.

"Quick are we? I will teach you the meaning of the word."

i go to finish the last one off
1

(Dannin)

Slashing the worg's throat with your slender dagger, you stand amidst a pine forest at the base of the Dragons Teeth Mountains, a cool breeze coming down from the razorback peaks, tinged with the coppery tang of blood.

(Dezranze, action?)

i check my band to see if they are ok and then move on

HERE THE VOICE OF THE DM AND TREMBLE!

Hey guys, sorry about the ludicrous waits and whatnot. Lazarus is a monster, and it seems to be winding down, so I have much more time to focus on humble old Uriah. Everyone that is absent will be PMed, and implored to return. I have an epic campaign planned out, and I'd like to see it come to fruition, so grab your axe/staff/sword/club, and continue the fight!

SO SAYETH THE DUNGEON MASTER!

(Shabben)

You sprint away, as several peeved goblins give chase, hurling broken bottles, feces, and other garbage at you as you make good your escape.

(Dannin)

Kimbus, a Templar of Krenil, limps forward, his calf pierced by a goblin arrow. "I'll make it sir, Krenil will protect me from the Grim Angel, I'm sure of it." Other than the templar, it appears that most of your band appears to be in good condition.

Dannin is now level 2.

i nod in agreement but i put a warrior next to him just in case and i march forward towards my destination

"They are green trash" I say after finishing being pursued by them. I stoll through the woods trying to find my merry way through the forest.

I twirl my blades, and swiftly cut along their flesh.

(Dannin)

As you make your way along the roughly hewn path, your boot strikes something on the ground, causing you to stumble forward. Looking down, a small pyramid of black stone rests in the center of the road, strange arcane sigils carved into it's sides in golden script. Fladnag mutters "Something's not quite right about that stone..."

(Dezranze)

2 1-10 Melee Tests

(Shabban)

Walking through the pines, you begin to hear the sound of flapping wings, and guttural calls above you.

I attempt to dig a hole to hide in.

(/Deep Sigh)

1-12 Craft Test
1-11 Stealth Test

6 craft
9 Stealth

Digging a small hole, you leap inside, covering yourself with twigs and leaves. You can hear more flapping, and a tree protests as something lands on it. "I swore I saw something! I could practically taste his blood in my mouth! Oh, how sweet his hear would have been, oh how sweet..."
"Shut up! He could still be around here..."

I keep my mouth shut for once.

Dannin: you would think someone would have notice a menacing looking thingy in the road.
i begin messing with it for sh*ts and giggles

(Shabban)

You can hear a sniffing sound, and then the creatures begin to speak to each other in a language you do not understand.
"Shas, guthul chk baa! Nath! Nath!"
"Has, sha nuln"
Whatever they are, they're nearing your hiding place.

(Dannin)

You lift the pyramid from the dirt, and find yourself tracing the eldritch runes with your slender fingers, feeling the deep contours and grooves. Suddenly, your mind is overwhelmed by strange images;

Two great armies facing off across an endless black field, a God-King blasting his foes with powerful magic while a Vampire lord hurls gobbets of flaming meat at his opponent. Suddenly, a purple-black cloud settles over the field, and a terrible, malignant entity takes shape, and the God-King attempts to harness it's energy for himself, pulling it in with hooks of green force. He appears to succeed, his body smoking, and swaying back and forth in the wind. Then, in a cataclysmic explosion of purple fire, both armies are destroyed, and the man is reduced to a charred skeleton, with a lavender flame burning within his ribcage. He rights himself, and looks about, knowing he would have wept if the dead could weep. He begins to walk, to wander, with no purpose or drive. A great sadness settles over you as he teleports away, leaving huge, jagged runes emblazoned upon the ground, burned there for all eternity.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aY5NCaXvIWs&feature=related
You suddenly feel yourself falling, as though dropped from a great height. Snapping your eyes open, you find that you are, in fact, falling from a great height. You fall through endless banks of grey, stormy clouds, that promise no rain, but only destruction. As you pass the clouds, you can see an endless black field, with lines of petitioners being driven back and forth by cruel demodands with lashes in hand. Great towers of iron jut from the dark earth, piercing the endless clouds with their zeniths. Then you look directly down. You land, hard, on what appears to be a floating ruin, great chunks of an ancient fortress are connected by iron chains, strange crystals are lashed to the stone as well, shedding a eerie green light onto the masonry. You push yourself up, and find yourself in a ruined great hall, tapestries depicting heros of yore are battered and torn, fluttering in the wind like lost flags. You are alone now, your band left far behind. You feel immensely sad, though the reason for such melancholy is lost to you.

Dannin: um ow. oooh tapestries.
i look around with my bow drawn and at high alert

I dig deeper.

(Dannin)

As you lift your bow, ghostly shapes materialize; the great hall is now complete, and ethereal guests make merry without a sound. A great king sits upon a silver throne, laughing along with his barons.

(Shabban)

1-10 Dig (?) Test

i approach the king silently and on gaurd yet humbly to make no offense

4

(Otto)

Back in the cavernous chamber where he had slain the guards and met his new companion, his enormous hand curls slowly into a fist. Otto turns away from Gaz and sets down the little bound goblin propped against a wall. He addresses Flail with an ugly glare:

"I have given you a long time to speak Flail. This silent treatment hurts my feelings. Give me a reason we should still be friends? Rest assured, I will be fine , although I would regret losing my new friend, I'm sure I will move along in life. Move along to the gate that is, it would just take a while longer to find it. But think of the joy and the bonding should we find it together? We would be hailed as HEROs Flail for helping save the day! So what is it? Friends still, or are you going to continue with this silent treatment? Well? I'm waiting, and my companion here is getting bored with this game... Don't you want to be a hero too?"

(Shabban, dammit)

You dig deeper

"They will never get my now." I think to myself, waiting for the creatures to leave.

3

7

(Dannin)

You step through the ghostly figures, none of them paying you any heed.

(Dezranze)

Your blades whip across the grimlock throats, leaving you alone in the cavern.

(Otto)

Flail whimpers; "I Kotz, no hurt Kotz! I tell! I tell! Friend! Friend! Big stick open door, guarded by big 'uns 'n' stunties!"

(Shabban)

You hear the two creatures land from their perch near your hiding place, sniffing about.

1-15 Luck Test

i look around for any pathways

7. I have my dagger at the ready waiting to lurch at them if anyone moves anything.

(Shabban)

The head of a purple stag jabs into the piles of leaves and twigs with a shriek of triumph, sinking it's fangs into your arm.

1-10 Melee Test

4

"Now to head onwards for my mission."

(Dannin)

The path curves off into three different staircases, two leading upp, and a third going downwards.

(Shabban)

Your attack goes wild, and the peryton clamps it's vise-like jaws down on your wrist, causing you to scream in pain.

(Dezranze)

The cavern forks in two directions, one straight ahead, and the other leading to the left.

I slowly walk ow the one on the left, looking out for any disturbance.

left to the up

I DIG EVEN DEEPER TO ESCAPE!

(Dezranze)

You enter through the left passage, feeling a cool breeze coming from somewhere up ahead.

(Dannin)

You go down the sloping stairs, and come to a small platform, a hunched figure looks over the endless grey field, sobbing quietly.

try to make contact

(Dannin, dialogue please)

are you all right? are you injured?

I continue, making all my movement as silent while I walk.

Hey guys,

I've lost interest in this thread, and as such, I'm going to put it on indefinite hiatus until I feel the spark again. I'd like to personally thank darksage, yeenoghu, shroud010, shas'ui t'au kais, and vulkan hestian for staying with me to the end. No, you know what? Screw that! If any of you fine chaps want to take over this thread,, do so! I don't want Uriah to die, so send me a PM, and I'll fill you in on the world of Uriah itself. If one of you takes on the mantle of Dungeon Master, I'll roll a character and join in.

Cheers,

Mordo

Hmm, I have always been a player in RP's, but, I dunno, SURVIVE has died so I could possibly GM.

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Hmm, I have always been a player in RP's, but, I dunno, SURVIVE has died so I could possibly GM.

Wonderful, I'll send you the history of Uriah shortly.

Okay then I'll start again soon.

But if anybody wants to take over from me as GM then that would be fine as I don't think I'll have all the time in the world for this anyway

If you have any questions about Uriah itself, drop me a line, and I'll give you everything you could possibly want to known.

Name- Narciso
Race- Human
Class- Bard
Place of Birth- Arendia
Life Story- Born in Arendia, on the curving 'horn' of the continent of central Uriah known as the Claw, Narciso had a love of music from a young age. He's travelled the Western Coast in search of his fortune, strumming his lute for coppers in traveler's taverns.
Equipment- Masterwork Lute, Saber, Gaudy Clothing

Okay start tomorrow as I will mostprobably have some time, but I do have a field day tomorrow so I won't be on until the evening

Hey im interested in joining! just saying

TheWildHost wrote:Hey im interested in joining! just saying

Great! I'm going to start this back up after I finish Drowning in Darkness!

Hey! im in that 1 too! woot woot

Hey im going to be setting up a "Crew" Of 4 People is that ok? Its an blackgaurd, Ranger, jester, and possibly more UP TO A MAX OF 5 i cant decide! but they work for money as freelancers if you want me to narrow some if it down i can go to 2, or if i have to 1 and if any body wants to be in it then feel free

kinda confused on what your saying

I know, I have that quality sometimes

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I have permission from Mordo to continue this Thread. so please post if you're interested

I might join if Gnolls were an option...

personally i'm a purest to a heart. But I may later edit the Race list if there is enough demand for a new race

YEEEEEEEEEES FAH TA WAH! Will post later

Name- Tyranic Marta

Race- Human - Abrantian

Class- Knight

Place of Birth- Abrantias A place hidden by a mountain range at the far north of the world. The Knights of Abrantias travel far and wide seeking to aid the men and women of the world and save them, or help them save themselves, against the darkness of the deathlands. The source of Necromancy.

Life Story- Tyranic Like all Abrantians began life simply, but like all Abrantians was born into a household of Honour and trust. And so he grew up in comfort, not harshness, training himself to become the best there is. He befrended a young traveller by the name of Ludias and the pair of them fought one anouther when they sparred, trained one with anouther and encouraged the other to reach the pinaccle of his abilities. Soon they were hunting in the mountains killing goblins, Orks, Trolls, anything that stood in their way. Ludias was the son of a trader, who abandoned Ludias into the care of Tyranic's perants. So the pair grew up as brothers but Ludias was never privy to the same rights a s a Blooded Abrantian. This diddnt bother him in the slightest because of the trust that they all showed him. It had nothing to do with them not liking him. It was simply old magic that couldnt be broken. Ludais accepted this and began to live in the mountains when he was older. It was here that Tyranic would often go to train and soon he hardly came back. The Abrantians saw the benifits of Allowing Tyranic to train high up in the mountains. It would inure him to the hardships of the world. And so when he killed his first orc. High up in the Gaia's ring mountains he had noone around him but his Friend. And so they bonded more closley with every passing victory. Thus when Tyranic's 18th Birthday rolled around and he was a perfect specimen of what a Abrantian should be, he was more than ready, because of the companionship of Ludias. He was Strong, Brave and more to the point, ready to step out into the harshness beyond the mountains. He and his Surrogate Brother were given Armour, true weapons and Horses. They trekked out of the mountains for many months. They knew them better than anyone but even for them the journey was difficult. This was a test of the Abrantians, anyone who was not able to beat the elements should not try to beat death. Eventually they reached the foothills around the mountains and waiting for them was a city. The City of the Freetrade Abrantians. Here warriors would come to learn about what the Abrantian goal was. To protect Uriah from the evils of the Deathlands. The source of Necromantic magic. Tyranic trained Long and HArd in the banishment of Undead and even in the fighting of Daemons. Soon he was a formidable warrior, his light plate armour was covered in runes detailing his life and his knights helm had a lateral crest, sweeping from one ear to the other over the top of his skull. The Crest was made of Steel and was etched with a single rune. That of the Destroyer. An Ancient Deity who Tyranic had dedicated his Martial life to. The Destruction of all that stood in the way of the light.

At his 30th yeah Tyranic And Ludias were more than ready to leave the City of Freetrade Abranitans. Known as Mountains edge. While Tyranic had been training for his role as a Knight Ludias had taken on a slightly different profession. That of a mercanary. He had trained himself in the use of The heaviest of Armours and in the use of great Maces and crossbows. He was a force to be reckoned with wielding his now trademark twin Spire Maces. Ludias had however become darker than his friend. His soul slowly being currupted by the darkness that only Abrantians could resist this close to the roof of the world. Tyranic knew this and soon he was forced to perform and Exorcism on Ludias's soul. It lasted years, the two of them locked in a silent battle of wills. Their fire had died out long ago and their horses Fled. The two were sustained not by food but by the energy of the other. Ludias knew that he had to be purged and he willingly accepted the Exorcism. The two became a pilgramige for the holy knights of the Abrantian Order. The ultimate act of Penace to find these two warriors amidst the cold wastes of the world.

In Tyranics 45th Year he appeared back in the circle of Knights sweeping Uriah helping the innocent. Many asked him where his freind was but he would not answer.

Appearance/Attitude/Mood/Mannerisms: Tyranic has pure white hair, a the genetic fallout from living in the place that sees the most snowfall in Uriah. His ancestors ong ago having evolved the colouration for stealth in the snowy wastes. His ice blue eyes and pale skin make him look almost wraithlike but his heart is as pure as moutain water. He is a quiet man who speaks with a soft tone of voice and only when he feels the need to speakhis mind on matters that require his attention. He is a natural leader this coming from his upbringing and dislikes taking orders from others not his superior in his Order.

He has a powerful Physique this being required to wear the plate armour that he now bears. This armour is ornate while still practical, a throwback to the Times when Abrantians were more aristocrat than warrior. His armour has been designed with the specific purpose of resisting the attacks that undead seem to favour, heavy armour piercing blows. Thus his armour is actually two layers of Starlight Steel. that link togethr and are very difficult to pierce. The runes adorning his armour are purely decorative but indeed make him an intimidating foe. His Helm adds to this effect with the crest adorning it and the faceless visage that it is. Many will run in fear before attacking the Massive knight.

His Bastard sword is about 4 1/2 feet long with a long handle and an ornate crossguard shaped like the wings of a mountain Eagle. Theat arch up towards the blade. His Gothic Shield is a strong triangel adorned with yet more runes, but these are of warding against magic and necromancy. His body itself is scarred with runes and engravings etched by the priests and clerics of his order and it can resist more magic than an ordainary human should be able to.

Equipment- Bastard sword, Gothic Shield, Plate Armour

Hmmmm, Ranger, Jester, or bard? DAMN CHOICES

any of the originals who want to come back?

Name-Shaben
Race-Deep Gnome
Class-rouge
Place of Birth-Underground
Life Story-was caught stealing and cast out from the city having to dwell on the surface.
Equipment- pair of daggers, light armor.

Name- A'lor Le'or

Race- Gray Elf

Class- Bard

Place of Birth- A small town in the Godspine mountains.

Life Story- He was born with out vocal chords, so he grew up not being able to speak, after awhile his parents decided to move him to a human city to become a bard. He left his home and was attacked by bandits on the way to the new city. He escaped with his life but was traumatized by the experience. He is weary of all travel on unchecked roads. He always travels with someone else. He can play the flute, lute, harp, and the ocarina. None of the songs he composes have lyrics, also he generally plays from memory.

Equipment- Lute, ocarina, and leather armor.

sorry for the delay, mordo hasn't sent me the story line yet

hmmm...what if I did demand gnolls? (being a hyena-man has always appealed to me greatly)

(I was once a gnoll in a game of D&D and in my more recent adventures of Pathfinder i had slaughtered entire tribe of the vermin)
Possibly, like i said i'm getting the basic outline from Mordo, and i may edit the OP so it has a couple more classes and races

yeah...I might (if you clear it) decide to use my favorite character. a gnoll ranger/fighter who lost his flesh on his left hand to jelly cube and got it back in working order with the help of a friendly necromancer

Well since Mordo hasn't given me Jack! i'm thinking for a total reboot but i need your opinions.

Mordo rarely gives anyone anything but when he does they are amazing and of high quality. I'm fine either way.

As long as i dont have to change anything about my character im with you

EDIT
if only because it took so damn long to type