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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