The Top of the Mountain

eBursch · Aug 22 '12, 7:20pm

Hey ComicsFan, I am interested, I sent you a PM have a look and let me know, kind regards.

Kelgate · Aug 22 '12, 7:47pm

By any WotC approved Classes and races, will you be allowing some Essentials as well with that then?

ComicsFan · 7:49pm

Yup. All Essentials classes are allowed.

ComicsFan · Aug 22 '12, 7:50pm

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Originally Posted by eBursch

Hey ComicsFan, I am interested, I sent you a PM have a look and let me know, kind regards.

Sent you a PM back. I would love to have you back as a player.

Kelgate · Aug 22 '12, 7:53pm

Excellent. I'll have to do some searching through my books and come up with an application then.

ComicsFan · Aug 22 '12, 7:55pm

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Originally Posted by Kelgate

Excellent. I'll have to do some searching through my books and come up with an application then.

Looking forward to it!

Celtic Guardian 7 · Aug 22 '12, 8:38pm

Sent a PM. =)

ComicsFan · Aug 22 '12, 9:16pm

Got it.

Kelgate · Aug 22 '12, 10:30pm

Name: Scourge

Race: Revenant-Half Elf
Class: Executioner-Red Scale

Background/History:
"I do not know much about who I was, what I was before this life... What I do know... is how I became who I am now... I remember it each night... whenever I see a flame.. I feel the pain of it every night I dream."

Scourge... or better known as his real name back then in Encinal was popular among the village. A man that had the qualities of both human and elf, but didn't judge people on their race in the village, just because he was different. He did his best to belong, and to try and follow the dreams of the village in the forest. He married a beautiful woman named Lialda, pure-blooded elf, the daughter of one of the village elders.

The problem with Encinal being half-human was that the elders did not agree with the idea of him being married to blood of an elder, to a loyal heritage that one day may in-fact take over the forest village and continue on in life as a leader. They thought it was to taint the blood-line, to oppress the elven people with more human influences then they wanted to have. Orodreth was the main elder that was against it, been against it from day one for his daughter, was not suppose to marry a half-breed, and even if the village grew to love Encinal as their own now... Orodreth never could.

Nights were planned, and from the plan, a decree was made by Orodreth that there was only one way to get rid of the chances of a human influence in their village. They took the chance and waited until it was Encinal's watch to gather food for the town.. that they attacked. It was only suppose to be a method to scare poor Encinal away, but Orodreth took it a step too far, tying poor Encinal up was part of the plan, and to intimidate him into leaving.. poor fire was never suppose to be involved.. and yet... it started with a flare of the clothing.. Those breeches first by Orodreth who focused his magical ability in creating this fiendish fire.. before the other elders could stop such an act.. Encinal was lit aflame! Burning flesh coaxed the air, and screams came through the night but it was far too late.

"I remember waking up... different... not knowing anything.. with just one order to decree.. Kill.. How to kill? When to kill? They were up to me to decide."

A Revenant is said to not know his true purpose most of the time, but Scourge, now named for his fearsome motives and tactics knew he had to kill... Who? When? How?.. They came in time when he was enlisted by a small mercenary guild at first. Handing him a few gold pieces in order to kill a few targets for them, it became a life for Scourge from that point forward... Taking to the lands, roaming this world he knew not of, to encourage the act of acquiring gold for death.. for each death brought back a memory to him, a memory of who he was starting to glimmer... An Assassin he was... An Executioner he had become for the Queen of Ravens, and any who had the gold.

--- Answer the following questions in the Voice of your character ---

1. Why are you an adventurer?
"I do it because it validates my job.. My existence... Each time, I get a list and I find my target.. make that kill.. I remember.. a little more about me... I do it to know.. who I am."

"In order to get my clients to grow, to get paid for my duty.. I must seek them out.. The Queen can only push me so far, while I must go the rest of the way.

2. You have the choice of saving an innocent girl or killing the wizard that holds her captive. Choosing to save the girl ensures the wizard escapes, leaving no trail for you to track. Choosing to kill the wizard ensures the death of the girl. Which do you do and why?
"Sacrifices must be made in life to ensure the kill of the target... Death... is but a mystery in life... Nothing shall stop me from killing.. who I am paid to kill.. even if it means the death of an innocent. We all live to die, and all die to live."

3. How do you like your eggs cooked and why?
"I hardly eat eggs these days... but I do remember... I use to like them..... It came in a memory.. a dream. I use to have them fried.. a little sprinkle of bacon on the side... Normal you can say back then.

4. If you were a king/queen, what would be your first edict?
"I would not be King, for the Raven would be Queen and I, nothing more then a follower to her now. If, by some fate I could ever.. be a king. My first edict would be, to acquire the resources... to find out what my true purpose in life is.. I am back for a purpose, and more then just to kill. I want to know... who I am and why I am here again"

5. What is your one regret in life?

"My one regret in life?... Hahahha.... My one regret is the regret that many don't have the luxury of having... My one regret.... is dying."

series0 · 12:10am

Dyre
Name: Dyre (no last name)
Race: Shade
Class: Hybrid Cleric/Sentinel

Dyre

Since before he had verbal memories Dyre has been on the go. His first memories were in fact of a woman he assumes must be his mother. Looking up at the silvered gibbous moon pendant glittering suspended above a human woman’s sweaty chest. White soft fur collar around her neck. Long blonde tresses, sweat stained and seen haphazardly where they were flung across her shoulders. Breathing, heavy breathing, as they had been running. The mist of that breath on the cold but bright winter morning. A voice saying things, things Dyre could not yet call language. All of that was good, reassuring.

Then came the noise. Not so much a crack as a crunch but it was hard to remember it, especially now, knowing what it meant. The woman’s head tilted back and Dyre remembered a slight floating sensation like the pillars of the earth had been broken at their base. Then the red, the streaming dark sunlit red, across the sweaty chest, onto the gleaming pendant, and droplets coming touching Dyre with their strange warmth. With the falling sensation there was always vomit.

Dyre went to hands on knees and did the best he could to recover. This situation was dangerous. The moon goddess had promised him succor but she was a fickle mistress. That much he knew. Still, the temptation to recover as much of his past as he could was strong. He spat out the remaining flecks of his last meal along with cutting bile and whatever other acidic marvels his stomach had made. Then he breathed as deeply as he dared and, weak and shivering from the adrenaline, he stood, head throbbing. The perfectly attired priestess to his right stared at him with mingled disgust and hatred.

Iowda’s opinions were well voiced amid the silver circle. Perhaps the most vocal of any of Sehanine’s lot, Iowda was incredulous that the High Priestess, Sifanee, had accepted such a creature as Dyre into their ranks, let alone trained the beast as a priest. There were all manner of dire forecasts about how Dyre’s presence would pan out for the congregation. But the “Silvergilt Songstress”, for so Sifanee was named, squelched all commentary, good and bad, and simply said. “The moon has a dark side”. Dyre still got goosebumps whenever he revisited his memory of her saying that.

Despite tacit acceptance from on high, Iowda continued her campaign of harsh ridicule, exaggerated warnings, and outright slander. Dyre was not a popular fellow. Add to all of this the impossible to refute fact that Iowda was probably the most amazingly beautiful woman alive, at least to Dyre, and one might begin to understand how much this undeserved condemnation hurt. Ordained as a priest of the moon, Dyre sought solitude and distance, even from his own.

One might wish to know why Iowda had such a devilish streak when it came to Dyre’s accounting. Why does a beautiful woman do anything she chooses to do? Much like the meaning of life this remains an elusive prize to some future seeker wiser than we yet are. But the stated reason, and thus almost certainly not the truth, was that Dyre was corrupt, lost, a creature of shadow. And this was, to a certain extent, true indeed. Although this was no fault of Dyre’s except if one can be blamed for being in the wrong place at the wrong time as certain philosophers claim.

Dyre was made into the creature he became. Those who slew his mother, left him only with the memory of that cold morning and a beautifully ruined neck, those foul persons who have yet to feel the full wrath of Dyre’s blade, yes, those evil men were to be blamed. The evil men that forced Dyre to walk the trail of 5 darknesses. The men that made him a creature of vile shadow, a shade. Blame them.

Iowda blamed Dyre. It was ridiculous, but again, she was beautiful, and used to being allowed ridiculous things. So perhaps it fit. Regardless, eventually Dyre fled the central conclave and joined the druid sentinels on the outer marches. The training was not what he was used to but he did not have a deeply wicked and painfully pretty scourge out amid the far trees and hidden places. Once again he was driven in to shadow by ruthless and unfair happenstance.

The sentinels were unsure what to do at first with Dyre. His unique talents though quickly showed him to be an excellent sentinel. Able to sneak and heal was a definite plus. He trained hard with the druids and learned the way of summer, perhaps in stark contrast to his dark exterior and his dark path. When his name day among the sentinels approached Dyre was worried to the point of dissolution. Would a companion spirit come?

The ceremony was brief as was the way for the practical druids. His ordainment as a priest had been a drawn out 2 day affair with Iowda lashing him verbally and even physically when she had the chance. Within the Sweetpine Glade, amid the bubbling geyser pools, in only 10 minutes of chanting and communing a spirit appeared. It was not a Kodiak or even a Grizzly as was normal. Instead a humble and agile black bear spirit trotted in and shoved Dyre off the stump of contemplation. He had been accepted.

Custom dictated that now Dyre must spend a year and a day on his own, out amid the dangers of the world. Many druids did not return from this sojourn and Sehanine was fine with that. Spreading the word, the faith, the spirit to all walks of the land. Survival of the fittest. Dyre and his companion, whom he named ‘Shadow’ for many reasons, was on his way.

1. Why are you an adventurer?
If that is what I am, how is anyone any different? I was made into what I am with little in the way of choice. Everything since then has been the result of only one choice, to discover what was lost, to be able to accept it. That is my adventure.

2. You have the choice of saving an innocent girl or killing the wizard that holds her captive. Choosing to save the girl ensures the wizard escapes, leaving no trail for you to track. Choosing to kill the wizard ensures the death of the girl. Which do you do and why?
I save the girl. Who cares if some evil man escapes? The girl deserved no such fate. No doubt she will have much to recover from. Perhaps I can offer some small trace of wisdom there. But only perhaps. I am not her.

3. How do you like your eggs cooked and why?
Despite what those who know me would think, I prefer the middle way. Not too cooked, not too uncooked. Just right.

4. If you were a king/queen, what would be your first edict?
I would create and empower a group of marshals chosen for their dedication to truth, self-improvement, bravery, and good judgement. These marshals would be judge, jury, and executioner on the spot. They would travel around murdering evil and standing as a representative of justice. Courts do not offer swift justice nor do their eyes travel to all walks of life.

5. What is your one regret in life?
I do not really know my family, my tribe, my mother, my father, brothers or sisters, nothing. That was taken from me. If by regret you mean something I did or didn't do then I regret not yet discovering that information despite my efforts.

Moog

Name: Moog
Once of the Free Weasels
Race: Human
Class:Warlock/Shaman

1. Why are you an adventurer?
"My people do not see me. They do not hear me. I must find my way amid others. That is my adventure."

2. You have the choice of saving an innocent girl or killing the wizard that holds her captive. Choosing to save the girl ensures the wizard escapes, leaving no trail for you to track. Choosing to kill the wizard ensures the death of the girl. Which do you do and why?
"It is a good riddle. Moog says save the girl. Moog kill wizard later."

3. How do you like your eggs cooked and why?
"Cooking is good but Moog like raw well enough. Egg on rock in hot sun 10 minutes and done. Break shell and eat. Which egg though? Het-het crane is good, and wood duck. Clan keeps rusty goose but those are plain eggs. Best of all, Noitow python eggs in pepper sauce. Ohhh goooood."

4. If you were a king/queen, what would be your first edict?
"Moog never king. But is a riddle. Moog answers in spirit. Moog makes rule says no man or woman is better or gets more being heard than any other except wise elders. All may speak and be heard. Each tribe. Every week. All. All may be seen and all may be heard from greatest to smallest."

5. What is your one regret in life?
"Moog was so ugly, so hard to hear, that he had to leave his clan and has lost his lady." Moog looks at the person asking this in clear pain and not a little anger, as if he holds the entire world responsible for being the way it is.