Escape From the Underdark

Atrus Arcanus · Oct 12 '12, 12:49am

Alot of nice apps here. It was fun just reading them all. Can't wait for the actual game. Good luck, one and all.

Kire Arual · Oct 12 '12, 1:51am

Yes, yes good luck to all!

fishingpenguin · Oct 12 '12, 2:04am

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Originally Posted by Scoodles

Good luck everyone.

Just wondering if someone is allowed to add more information on their character sheet. Was going to add more background to my character, but it might exceed four paragraphs.

Yes, if you want to put more info than the application allows, put it on your character sheet or a separate block. I can't guarantee we'll read it, but if you're in the running we'd likely take it into consideration.

Celtic Guardian 7 · Oct 12 '12, 2:45am

That's good to know. Should we tell you if we add more to give a heads up in case it would help?

spazz451 · Oct 12 '12, 3:10am

Sweet, the verdict is finally almost in. Hopefully no news is good news since I've had my app in at the beginning and haven't heard any critiques. Good luck to all applicants, I hope to meet you under much worse circumstances - the Underdark.

fishingpenguin · Oct 12 '12, 3:15am

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Originally Posted by Celtic Guardian 7

That's good to know. Should we tell you if we add more to give a heads up in case it would help?

Couldn't hurt.

Revenging Ewok · Oct 12 '12, 3:40am

This the part I hate the most ... the wait.

Abelard · Oct 12 '12, 5:20am

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Originally Posted by Revenging Ewok

This the part I hate the most ... the wait.

Early applicants have been waiting over a week so far! LOL But I agree completely.

This is not an easy thing for the DM to do, picking the players like this. Good luck to them, and to all of us!

Atrus Arcanus · Oct 12 '12, 6:14am

I have added a link to my character's sheet. The powers etc. should be complete. I would like to add a bit more background since I abridged it to keep it down to three paragraphs. I may not have time before the deadline, however. If I do add to the background, I will post an update.

NomNomNom · Oct 12 '12, 7:12am

Name: Rutger
Race: Human
Class: Blackguard
Alignment: Unaligned

Background:
Rutger was born a Nar nomad. He was 13 when he completed his manhood ceremony and was accepted as an apprentice to his tribe's shaman, Muktar Grayfeather. Following Nar tradition, a year later his tribe traveled to the mountain of the Mother to meet with other Nar tribes. There, apprentice shamans were to be bound to new tribes to continue their training as a shaman should be of the Nar and not just a particular tribe. However, the ceremony was never completed because during the night a duergar slaving party descended from the foothills and attacked. Rutger and a few other members of his tribe were taken alive, bound in chains, and carried into the Underdark. The duergar separated his tribe into separate work groups and Rutger was assigned to a mining camp. He spent long hours mining the earth and hauling rock as the taskmasters directed. Each night they were chained to steel rings set into their hard stone beds and a single, malformed candle stub was lit. Rutger would lie awake praying to the spirits of the Nar and watching the candle flame slowly gutter out. One night, many months later, he was staring at the candle flame and it struck him that his ancestors had no power in this alien realm. He realized that no supernatural being was coming to rescue him and so he clung to the flame, the only symbol of hope he had left and the only comfort he was allowed. More time passed, he could not say how long, and each night he watched the single flame burn itself out and held the image in his mind as he went to sleep. He put what little hope he had into that flame and built it into a tiny demigod in his mind.

Time passed and he continued to grow taller and stronger until one night, as he again watched the flame on the candle die, a group of duergar entered the barracks. One pointed at him and they shackled his arms and legs, threw a hood over his head, and beat him with clubs until he slipped into unconsciousness. He awoke to find himself chained to a wall with a fully armored duergar grinning at him. The armored dwarf took off his helment, smiled at him and simply said, "You are a big one. Now you fight. You earn master much gold." Thus began his training for the fighting pits. Here he learned the use of armor and the art of killing. Throughout his training, he would think of that candle flame and felt strengthened by it. He poured all of his emotion into the flame: his sickness at making his first kill, his anger at the senseless beating his captors still gave him, his hope for freedom. He fed the flames and in his mind's eye it grew larger and seemed to give him greater strength and guide him in combat. He gained confidence as he won fight after fight and made kill after kill and his circumstances improved. He would receive meat instead of tasteless gruel and would even be allowed to bath; though, every night still ended chained to a cold, hard stone bed. This time was not to last, and it's downfall began the day he named this god he had built for himself, the little flame that was now a bonfire in his mind. He named the flame Kossuth and it felt right, as if that had always been its name. He began to tell the other slaves of Kossuth and the more he talked the more hope grew and the more power Kossuth had in his life. The other slaves began to hope as well and some would whisper of freedom. He never knew who betrayed him to the duergar masters but one day they came as they had before; only this time he awoke hanging by his wrists from the ceiling of a windowless room. He could never determine how long the torture continued or how many times he was burned for starting the fires of hope and giving the dream of freedom a face. He didn't even question his fortune when the torture stopped and he thought that he might be allowed to return to the pits when his wounds were tended by a priest. He was not fortunate however; he had been sold to the drow.

The drow pressed him into service in their slave armies where each new day seemed to beget a new horror. He had thought the duergar cruel but he soon realized that he hadn't fully understood the word. He still clung to the flame in his mind and it burned just as strongly, though it didn't seem to give as much light and he felt as if he had been blackened and burnt. He threw himself into each battle with abandon, letting his anger fuel every action. Sometimes he fought in drow fighting pits, though his "reward" for winning was nothing any sane being would desire. It's now been 10 long years since he was taken and sometimes he wonders if he is anything more than fury and a flame.