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“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."