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I am pushing the envelope, being a Gnoll that is not chaotic evil myself.

Just thinking for the beginning do you guys want want to be against one another like in teams or just start off in one big party, hell maybe even by yourselves. I am going to make some permanent NPCs that are going to drive the story who will over time go bye bye

well, one of the most successful D&D games I was in started us all in the same prison.

HMM... Game is starting on Wednesday

I'm worried that Geliard and Amiri won't mesh well with the rest of the party.

thats your own doing

well, Ecko is a vengeful Gnoll fighter, he wont mind you as long as you aren't a 'human supremist'


and as a joke, sometimes Ecko calls himself a 'Humanitarian' gettit?

ineptus astartes wrote:and as a joke, sometimes Ecko calls himself a 'Humanitarian' gettit?

'If vegetarians eat vegetables, what do humanitarians eat?'

I guess you gettit

I think A'lor, and Tyranic may have some problems but hey whats a party with out conflict?

yeah. A'lor and Ecko will probably get along fine. except A'lor cant speak...

Yes he is mute. He can growl, and such but not able to vocalize in the slightest.

I see...

Liking all the characters, but again there is room for my character to become neutral.

Name: Amiri Wrost
Race: Dres'nothi
Class: Ranger
Place of birth: Kabarrak
Life Story: There were no men in particular that Amiri had any interest in when Nemik began to court her. In fact, the only man besides her dear father she ever cared at all for was her brother, whom she admired greatly. Her fondness only increased when he had the decency to fulfill their fathers' dying wish by taking over the family business. His selfless act was a great source of pride for her, though she'd never tell.
After many attempts at evading that perisistent Kallax bastard, he finally gave up the polite front and tried to force himself on her. Amiri wasn't the type to be pushed around; especially not by men she despised. No, she would have none of that. After having the balls to cut off his, she was absolutely thrilled with herself. However, it was short-lasted as the man had power and the Wrosts had no choice but to flee their home. After finding out her sister-in-law and her children had been taken by that man, the guilt overwhelmed her. It was her fault Geliard lost his family. She would reunite them no matter what.
Equipment: A quiver of arrows and a standard bow
Sorry the picture is so big... Thanks, Mordo, for helping me!!

Lets get this party started!

At the edge of the vast central plains of Uriah, lays a city of some coincidence as it slowly breathed dying breaths of morality and common sense as simply deem inhumane acts are carried out everyday. Vicious and almost ritualized murders are reported and never invested every day. A fortune could be made in a day and stolen in the next hour. No one of any importance found it suitable of living in the fountain district where corpses are simply stacked till some arsonists decides to burn them, the poor were numerous and the homeless even more so. Many of expeditions try avoiding of this place that would surely one day be a den of revolutionists who believe their foolhardy exploits being what this land needs. But the one commodity that this nexus of all that is unpleasant is information that ranges from simply rumors to noble being shattered by their doings behind closed doors but uncovered windows. The strangest part of all that all this information is true not one piece is a lie form such a harbor of villains. It was here that Tyranic heard of ruins that hold spirits that hold evil spirits wishing all who enter its domains harm. It was here that Ecko learned that a purist was camping near the so called ruins that claim the lives of all of those who enter. It was here that A'lor Le'or where he saw a gnoll, an enemy which all wolfmen must kill on principle, and followed him to the forest shrouding the large broken walls craved from stone. It was here that the wrost siblings were hired to retrieved an artifact from a most mysterious man who seemed like he didn't belong in such a populated area. It was here that this story of heros and demons was written and told for generations.

Tyranic
Since entering the Ruins hidden within the dark forest you have sense a sinister intent in the air and the more ground he cover in the ruins the more it intensifies. Almost all the rooms and buildings are collapse and paths are blocked by fallen pillars. You deciding that this place is a maze you climb on top of a pillar to get past it. Once you hauled yourself past the heavy stone cylinder you finally see signs of life, a camp with a dead fire but the wood still smolders continuing to corrupt the air with a thin line of grey smoke. Dust disturbed by large sweeps of cloth from tents, even evidence of food was still left as bread crumbs lingered on the cracked paved floor. you take a single glance to find you are in some sort of square and to your surprise there was a door with heavy wood still on its hinges unblocked by stone. As you approach the door you here a slight avalanche of pebbles. You turn with such ferocity your attacker abort's their assault. Their bare feet slid against the sharp stone and their figure show no signal of pain, the being stands revealing herself. A elf woman with the lower half of her face hidden beneath a cloth and the rest of her body clad in a mesh of leather and cloth. She holds her short sword tauntingly trying to provoke an attack from you.

Ecko
The forest was like most with tall trees unconquered by men's axes with signs of failed attempts as proof. You could smell of rabbit stew in the distance with a crackle of a creek to indicate that the human scum was near water. You see a slight hill hiding the puny river, you crawl upon your stomach walking in animal prowl with your muscles tightening for a pounce, you poke your head above the peak of the slope to see a man with robes eating the stew. You prepare to strike then you notice something odd, a human body laid still with the purist tattoos stretching across his body and you didn't smell the dead sack of flesh was intriguing. The man turned to see you with a stern face as if he was expecting an interruption but the sternness melted away for a smile.
"Hello, Ecko. If you're are looking for the murderers of your wife you will find none here who were personally there. But you find the culprits' comrades and maybe a lead." The strange man announce to the world.
"How do you now about Sirral?!" You Roar with such anger, as you quickly dash to the robe being. You crash into the deep purple cloth to find nothing but air hiding beneath it. The man was across the creek with the bowl in hand still eating his meal peacefully. It was then you see his piecing yellow eyes and the bold amber gem in the middle of his head. He threw down the empty bowl that was now useless to him and yawn at the question.
"Go to the ruins and you may find your answers... If you want to find me then you will find me in the ruins at the High alter of sacrifice." and with that he faded into the background and was gone. You begrudingly track down the large sprawling ruins to find the purists.
You step through the entrance and you see that a large beast that look likes a combination of a wolf and a moose is waiting for you standing defiantly in front of you.

A'lor Le'or
You had lost the Hyena meat in the forest, the beast was so furious in its search for whatever it was seeking. You march throughout the forest to find yourself in some ancient burial ground, With soaring stone walls at the other end. You walk past the foreign grave markers that don't seem to fit any language you had contact with. Nothing seemed eerie to you in your travel in the assumed holy ground. You reach the wall to find two heavy doors parked in front of you. Curiosity caught your interest and you pushed past the doors. The tomb lead to a stairs and still nothing stirred in your presence, you begin to get upset at the absence of life. Your climb the stairs to find a narrow hallway and a large looking human made out of clay.
"Make clear of your Intent!" he commands your inability to talk makes the beast angry at your non responsive posture. "You say nothing, then you shall leave if not then i shall break you." the clay avatar states with authority in its voice. At that moment almost like some outside entity wanted to see you fight, you smell the gnoll above you on the next floor. Your hair perks up and you show your fangs at the clay man. "Your answer is final." it moves into a defensive position to allow you to make the first move.

Geliard & Amiri
The two of you been searching the ruins for two days have yet to see any sign of this artifact your employer described in such detail. The elf woman you encounter said she had no knowledge of the thing's existence and she lived there for her entire life.
"Damnit! where could that thing be! we need that information." Geliard angerly says underneath his breath as another building held no clue to the item of question's where abouts.
"Brother i found a path to that large building in the center!" Amiri shouts from the stroy above. Both of their hopes soar as their previous attempts to get within the building were fruitless due to the mass debris in the way of all the lower entrances. " the places looks like a temple so i think this place is the clergy's entrance." Amiri deducted. Geliard was rushing past everything leaving his sister behind to get to the massive building that seems to have entrap itself in ruins and blockades of rock.
"Amiri if this works out we could get to our family, free them and live happily." Geliard seemed to been overly excited about his job, thought Amiri, please don't let this job being a deadend. she prayed. as they arrived to the large triangular door that lead inside. there was man in a purple cloak with a mask hiding his face.
"Please this entrance is clergy only." the serious tone to the bad joke mad communication awkward.
"Get...Out...Of...Our...Way!!!" Galiard shouted with such intensity it scared Amiri. "If you don't i will kill you." the calmer sentence was truly the more menacing one of the two.
"Sorry. but like i said this is for Clergy only." the mask man said politely. With this Geliard lost it and attack.

I draw my sword, and make a bounding lunge toward the beast, I make an attempt to cut its head off.

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You rush in front of the clay man, and attempt to stab through him. but he sidesteps and elbows your face then face palm to break your momentum.

Name-Sierra Arius
Race- Human
Class-Paladin
Place of Birth- Can't Remeber
Life Story-Sierra was born into royalty, and quickly trained to be a paladin. She is told. Sierra Awoke In the middle of a forest with her Claymore and armor attached, along with a note telling her of her story, and when she touched her claymore, knowledge would flood her brain. It did, and it saved her life. A group of wandering dark elves found her. The trio was poorly equiped and easily taken down. She was found by wood Elves, and strangely she was accepted because she was "Recognized" as a helper. Hopefully in time she would remember the rest of her life.
Equiment- Engraved Family armor, Enchanted Claymore (For know it helps her remember, she has limited memory of certain things without it) Elve food( For now) Elven Dagger.

Misc- She has a helmet plume. The dagger is Mostly for looks, not very good fighting dagger( But it can kill if used right)

I regain my balance, sidestep towards the clay beast, and slash around its back.

If you need villains:

Name- Reiko

Race- Human

Class- Blackguard

Place of Birth- A now lost Church to Vulismerew

Life Story- Reiko was born into a priest-hood of Vulismerew, living as a monk until the age of twelve. However, a group of various raiders attacked the church, killing all but him, who they took as a slave boy. After four years of toiling, he eventual took a blade, and killed his captors. He traveled for some time before meeting a Blackguard dedicated to Krath, who trained him in the arts of war and dark powers, as his master did before him. Reiko trained for three years, becoming a warrior and herald of darkness, and then killed his mentor. Reiko is quiet and withdrawn, taking silent pleasure in his works. He does not torture or call upon the dark powers often, but he pure villain, believing that a hopeless world deserves no mercy, and as such has been corrupted to his core. He often looks back at his life and what could have been, but the pain hurts, and he tries never to look back.

Equipment- Chain-mail, Helm, Zweihander and Shield.

More Backstory For Sierra (She dosn't remember all of this mind you)
Sierra is 22 and has already had countless suitors, all rejected.Sierra's heart belongs to a young soldier who saved her life from a raid of wood elves, she pleaded for him not to execute the failed raiders (There were 4 and though they were wounded they were later found to be young exiles, who after seeing the truth returned to their tribe) for she could see they were young, scared and alone. She was 16 at the time and the soldier 19. The boy's name is Dylan, but they lost contact a few months ago when he was ordered with the army to eradicate a group of Orcs.
Sierra chose to become a Paladin following her Grandmothers footsteps, who in the darkness of battle brought light to a group of humans. By killing the corrupted leaders. Sierra by all standerds is considered beutiful, and has fooled a great many group of men who thought she was here to "To see the battle" or "Look pretty" or lastly "Just for morale"
Sierras claymore has been passed down, even to those that have chosen to be smiths, great chefs, even politicians, Sierras family has a diverse career background.
I would write more but it is midnight and I need to get up in eight hours for band so... i'll do more later.

Tyranic looks the girl over, she looks careworn and older than her years. His heart breaks at seeing the girls hand steadily on the sword. Noone that young should have to bear a weapon. He guessed her age at late teens his hand returned his sword to his sheath and with his shield still frimsly gripped in one hand. He slowly opens his hands to the sides, his slow calming voice rolling of his tongue
"I'm not here to hurt you. Tell me... Please, What is your name?"
"Why should I tell you?"
"I am a knight... A knight of Abrantias, far to the north. My name is Tyranic. Tyranic Marta." He steps forwards slowly and takes his helm off, shaking loose his long white hair.
"Please tell me... who are you? and what happened here?"
She looks warily at the tall but kindly looking knight. She relents slightly when he removes his helmet and she sees his grey eyes. Something in them inspires confidence.
"M... my name is Illana... and I dont know what happened... Ive been living here for a while... There have been... Things, stealing my food. I... I was worried you were one of them."
Her arm drops and Tyranic sees tears on her cheeks. He strides forwards and takes the girls hand in his right, gently and looks into her eyes, allowing his natural charisma to calm the girl.
"I am here now, and I will help. What things do you speak of?"

after this post im done for the night.

Mink im just going to call your character a'lor

a'lor
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Tyranic
"From the shaman who was with us, all she could tell was they are ancient spirits that are chained to this place but in return of their entrapment they have gain marvelous power." Illana face twists as she remembers the haunted memories of her clan's demise from the ghastly fiends that lurk in the halls of the ruins. "There are avatars here that the spirits take control of and use to protect this place, they are the most dangerous and there are also beasts transformed to create guardians. But the worst of all are the humans who recently made this place their own. They are powerful, the avatars stopped attacking them since all that attack are destroyed." the flood of information stops as Illana gasps for breath, as she hungrily gulps down the musty air she begins to break down. Once she collected herself, she points to the door. "we were living in there but something broke through the magical barriers that the shaman put up. everyone that was inside is dead and its been trying lull everything that approaches in with false secrets. My brother was bought by a lie about treasure and my mother was tricked by a lie about our father still being alive."

Sierra
the Wood elves who have helped you never returned from their cleansing of the forest, for the last three months. you worry that they have been murdered or even worse captured for slavery. They request that humans stay out of the purifying rituals but you had enough with the waiting in worry and marched into the forest. You have followed the ritual carvings on the trees, to ruins with menacing essence that dominated the forest's will. You march fearlessly into the maze of grey walls and black paths. You find yourself in a gazebo with an altar with a book resting on top. The language was similar but not elven. You hear a rock slip from its place. You look up to see a dark figure.

Reiko
You were hired by a fairly large group of cultist for their pilgrimage to some large ruins in the middle of black forest. You naturally didn't care for the grim view and ever surprising dangers that thrived in the piles of stone and rubble. The cult was well adept at defending themselves from the monsters that came hunting for their flesh. They brought you to an altar and ask you to dissolve the final seal on a large box, using your training your broke the holy seal and a large silver goblet rose from it, even though light shone on it, it look dark and held no reflection. The moment you relax you found a dagger in your side and your blood in the cup which the leader drank from. He thanked you and levitated you and threw you through a window. You awoke with no idea how long you were unconscious. You rose and came through a corrider and found a young blonde women standing behind a altar with unfamiliar armor, it was obvious though that she wasn't with the cultists.

Tyranic pulls the girl into a armour plated hug for a few moments as a hard look comes over his face. He picks the girl up and places her gently down next to one of the pillars. His look clearly sais "stay here". Not trusting himself to stay calm when he speaks he just looks sternly at the gril for a few seconds until she nods. His face is then hidden by his helm as he places it back on and he draws his sword with a long resounding rasp. The angel wing flares shining in the light.

His feet resound on the paved ground with a series of muffled crashes as he approaches the door. Raiseing his shield he gently nudges the door open and steps through. His shadow obscures everything for a second but when his eyes adjust he lets out a breath he was unaware of holding. He takes his helmet off to better see the carnage. His leading left foot was planted in a pool of dried blood. The corpses of the elves beheaded or dismembered and the bodies tossed carelessly around the room like discarded toys. His breath catches in his throat at the mettalic smell of blood. He looks carefully over all the corpses, his eyes finally coming to rest on a elf dressed differently from the others. if the elf still had a face he would have looked for shamanistic tattoos but whatever had killed her had gnawed her face clean off.

Thinking of what the girl told him he goes down on one knee next to the body with a clink of armour on stone and runs his finger through the clotted blood on the elfs neck, brushing away the dryed Ichor. Soon the lines of veins appear and his suspicions are confirmed. The bulging veins black with venom are a testament to some form of vicious creatures attack. But the clotting of the venom suggests that she was infected with it minutes before her death. He looks around at the way the bodies are arrayed outwards from her. If he diddnt know beeter he would say she had killed them. And someone, or something had clearly gone togreat lengths to preserve this theory with placement of bodies. Smears of blood on the ground suggesting that the victems had ether crawled or had been dragged into their final resting positions. Judging by the fact that all of them had their arms loose at their sides he surmised that they had been dragged via thier shoulders before reaching their final position.

His eyes look at the position of the Shaman. The smears of blood up the wall at about eye level suggest that she had been held up and stabbed before being allowed to drop to the ground. This probably being the time that she was infected with the venom. He looked at the womans chest and saw a large bloody gash between her ribs and grimaced slightly. Several deep gashes meant long claws had ben plunged at an acute angle upwards, between her ribs and through her heart. Death would have been instant.

He frowns. This new discovery meant that she couldnt have had the venom injected via that source. This cearly being the killing blow judging by the visceral spray. His eyes alight on her neck again and he brushes more of the crusted blood aside to see several small puncture wounds. He lets out his breath in a hiss through his teeth as he stands up and draws his sword. He knew that pattern of tooth marks, lesser undead had killed these people.

He charged out of the building and without saying a word sheathed his sword, slung his shield on his back and picked up the girl then sprinted back to Purity. Placing her on the horse's back he leaps up behind her and rides of. His helmet still of she can see the worry on his face as she twists in thesaddle to look at him. He hears her anxious nearly panicky questions and silences her with a warm but worried look. Soon they get to a clearing away from the ruins and he sets up a camp.

"Why did you take me away from them??"
her nearly shouted words tear at his heart and he turns to her
"Undead, undead killed your friends and family, I had to get us both away from there. I will bury them once I have banished the Undead I vow it."

@Kasrki
You know he's a badass when he wields a zweihander one handed.
@WildHost
Chefs? Makes me want to create a Culinary Warrior advanced class.

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(((Culinary Fiend: Level 50 Prestige Class: Requires membership to a Dark Cult and professional cooking skills. Special: BON APATITE!)))

Reiko stood up, checking the wound in his side, already mostly healed, and made a mental note: cultists are stabby people. All they really needed to do was ask, but NO, they want to be quiet and selfish. He'd have their heads for this. Reiko was not a vengeful person, but drinking his blood was straight up nasty. He turned back to the ruin, not sure how long he had been out, and looked in the window. He noted inside, a fairly young elfish girl, in odd armor. He carefully stepped to the window, noting that she was leaving along with another, a man in thick white and gold plate-mail, wielding a Hand and a Half Sword were leaving. The bright armor made him cringe. Too shiny and too heavy, useless against the little guys. He decided that staying here had no real benefit, and decided to follow them as they headed through the forest, eventually entering a clearing, where they set up a small camp. As they engaged in conversation, he slowly approached, shield and Zweihander slack in his hands. He then greeted them the moment they noticed:

"Hay."