Escape From the Underdark

Atrus Arcanus · 5:53am

Character Summary

Name: Faernaa Sunweaver
Race: Sun Elf (Eladrin)
Class: Wizard: Mage
Role: Controller
Alignment: Lawful-Good

Character Sheet

Nexus75 · Oct 7 '12, 12:49am

I got room in my schedule (haha) for one more game and I have a new D&D4e build that starts off perfectly at level 3 I really want to try. I'll have an app posted soon.

noobiegameplayer · Oct 7 '12, 1:37am

It just makes me more depressed at seeing the awesome players I'm up against for a limited spot

You guys are lucky to have such a brilliant group of RP'ers to choose from and good luck everyone ...

That, or you could run two games ... or three ... ??? LOL

Celtic Guardian 7 · Oct 7 '12, 3:09am

Yes, you have a great pool!

Revenging Ewok · Oct 7 '12, 3:41am

Name: Ridge
Race: Dragonborn
Class: Cleric
Alignment: Neutral

Brynne · 6:17am

Name: Lynnea Tarin
Race: Half-Elf
Class: Ranger
Alignment: Good

The tiny hamlet of Minroe is hardly what one would expect to be a retirement village for a pair of adventurers, but (like a lot of Faerun) there was, indeed, such a pair of settlers. Perhaps they had seen too much...perhaps they merely craved anonymity and relative peace...whatever their purpose, Shannis and Vior Tarin settled in the little town in Cormyr. Shannis, an elven ranger, easily turned her skills to hunting while her husband, a human fighter, served as a guard when merchants came to purchase the wares available there. Though they were outsiders, their easy ways and willingness to help neighbors made the Tarin's quickly welcome within the community.

By the time Lynnea was born, the Tarin household already was rather crowded. Born fourth, she was the only girl and a surprise. Where her three older brothers were spaced about five years apart, Lyn was barely two years younger than Anslin, her next oldest brother. With such a beginning it can hardly be surprising that the girl was something of a tomboy. In fact, it was not unknown for Lynnea to sport scraped knees and bruised elbows when she was small. Some of those wounds came from being reckless, while the rest came from following her brothers about...and then carrying tales to her parents if her brothers were doing something they weren't supposed to do. Being of a rather whimsical nature, Lyn was also given to practical jokes...usually getting herself into scrapes when said jokes came off wrong (as they often did).

Sunny of temper and full of laughter, Lynnea seemed to have escaped the expected curse that came with her carroty hair. A rather determined child, not only did she insist on following her brothers (especially Anslin) about, but she always declared, even from a young age, that she wanted to be a ranger like her mother. By the time she was 10 years old, the little girl had cajoled Shannis into teaching her how to use a bow and to track wild animals. Of course, the fact that she considered her brothers to be "wild animals" to track was something that Lyn tried to keep from her mother.

The problem with always following was that one had to keep a distance and that fact proved to be Lynnea's undoing. When she was fourteen, the girl followed her brother and his friends into disaster. They were exploring a cave and gathering mushrooms when the would-be ranger girl heard a sound and went to investigate, only to be seized by a troop of drow. She had little chance to escape capture, being small and slight...and one against many. Prayers to her favored goddess, Mielikki, proved, at least to Lyn, to be all the more disastrous. Her brother and his friends all came charging in, likely drawn by the outcry of Lynnea. When the dust settled in the short, bloody skirmish that followed, Lyn's brother and several of his friends were dead...the rest captive like herself.

From that point on, Lyn was a slave. Her skills, which were still being trained by her mother, helped her little in her new life. Lynnea, at least, was strong and capable, used to exercise, though not to the extent that slaves were often used. In the beginning her bubbly personality earned her extra attention and punishments and she soon learned to keep her hopes and dreams hidden from the prying eyes of her masters. Regardless of her life, however, the redhead never lost hope and was known for whispering cheerful things to her fellow slaves as well as sacrificing bits of food now and then to those in severe need.

Brelden, a friend of her brother's, had been captured along with her. In the beginning Lynnea had clung to the young man, as he had been familiar and, in a way, an older brother as well. Over her years of slavery, however, the girl rarely saw Brel (as she called him). She learned quickly not to ask questions...and not to seek information about her fellow slaves. When she did see him, it was Lyn who always tried to find reassurance that they would, indeed, go home one day. Where her erstwhile companion turned toward the gods, however, Lynnea slowly backed away. She still worshipped Mielikki, but Lyn felt that they had been abandoned by the gods and never again entrusted hopes of freedom into prayers to her goddess.

Harsgault · Oct 7 '12, 5:01am

Name: Brelden Ulthwin
Race: Human
Class: Avenger
Alignment: Good

Nestled between the King's Forest and the mountain range known as the Storm Horns is the small town of Minroe. With a population that rarely varies from one hundred souls, it is one of dozens of such small settlements within the borders of Cormyr. Indeed few in the country would even have heard of the hamlet were it not for the quality of it's few jewelers who continue to craft their works of art even today, though nowhere near the volume of centuries past.

Brelden Ulthwin was born into this community, and lived the first sixteen years of his life there in relative peace. Only son to the town thatcher and his wife, efforts were made in his rearing to follow in the family business more due to a lack of options than aptitude. Having been taught to read, Brel was much more likely to be on a roof reading a book than he was to be fixing it. The smart money said he would join with the merchants traveling the triangle route from Minroe to Arabel and Suzail itself, and who knew where else from there? These ideas did not sit well with a father with only one son, although he was somewhat undermined by a wife who wanted her boy to be happy more than any other thing.

Always one to spend a little time considering a problem before acting he became the 'brains' of the group of teen boys in and around town. Their pranks and foolish schemes that worked tended to have him involved in the planning stage if not in execution. In such a small community however, those kinds of roles were rather easily identified and Brel felt the sting of birch and leather strap on more than one occasion. Such were the risks of having fun however. It did not help however that part of the reason Brel was so often identified as one of the culprits of a deed was the younger sister of the 'muscle' in the group. Lynnea was two years younger than Brelden, and from the age of ten she never seemed to be far from her elder brother Anslin. Even when the small band of friends specifically tried to lose her so they could go off and play by themselves, she always managed to show up anyway. Brel's own best plots to distract and mislead her could not get her clear for long. At one point they just stopped trying to hide themselves away from her when they went off to do things. Accepting that a pair of sneaky eyes would always be following.

During his sixteenth year, this somewhat idyllic life ended badly. In the company of his friends, Brelden went into the old mines just up into the hills to find mushrooms. They knew which ones were safe to collect and eat, both from being taught by their elders as well as some foolish experimentation when dares and testing their limits took priority over common sense. Well into one of the old mine shafts, a rumbling of the cave brought their harvesting to a swift halt. Fearing a possible cave-in the group attempted to make their way back to the surface. They did not make it. There was no cave-in after all, but a breech in the tunnel linking it to a new tunnel. One who's makers were swift to pour into the old mine and the teen-aged boys ran headlong into a scouting party of Drow.

Having been almost at the point where the dark skinned raiders broke through, the sneaky and spying Lynnea was taken into their custody almost immediately. Her cries only speeding the boys on toward her and into the trap. In the torchlight there was panic, fear, knives unsheathed. Screams and cries and cruel laughter sounded. In the end, the blood of four teenage boys of the village of Minroe flowed freely in one of the old mines. Lynnea was gagged and Brelden had rather easily been knocked unconscious being the least physically inclined of the group. Bound and hauled into the darkness, half-elf girl and human boy began their new lives as slaves to the Drow.

The next six years saw the kinds of terrible hardships one might expect for the slaves of the Drow. From beatings and training to the nastiest chores one can find in the settlements of the Underdark. Through the years that followed, Brelden became a two-parted young man. One side of him utterly broken and without hope of rescue, who obeyed without question and showed little in his otherwise striking blue eyes.

The other part of Brelden turned hope inward. Knowing it must be hidden from all but a few. Never having been a devotee of any god in particular, in these times he looked to Avandra. Not even knowing much about her beyond the basic principles of her teachings on freedom and change in the world. From behind dull eyes, this part watched and learned. Becoming involved with the underground worship of Avandra, it drove the young man to endure and provide his inward strength to others when they truly needed it. Sheer desperate devotion in time drew Avandra's gaze into the Upperdark, seeing this pitiful supplicant desiring freedom not merely for himself but others. Indeed more than one prayer offered himself as willing sacrifice for those around himself, especially Lynnea that she might return home and at the very least let their families know what happened to them.

Slowly then did Brelden begin to fill, with the divine power gifted to him by a goddess and already swearing to do her work as she saw fit. The Drow were not aware of it when the house they served sold himself and several others for extra cash putting the slaves into a caravan heading for another settlement or city, yet a time-bomb of divine origin was in their midst simply waiting for the last 'tock' that would unleash him.

Natshikrak · Oct 7 '12, 1:16pm

Yeah. Many good applications. : )

Nexus75 · Oct 8 '12, 6:43pm

Elf Agent

Name: Juniper Eos
Race: Elf
Class: Ranger
Role:

Melee capabilities will be built towards accuracy and damage

Striker/

Ranged capabilities will be built towards off turn damage, forced movement, and penalties

Controller Mix
Alignment: Lawful Neutral

History: Juniper is what you'd call a city elf. He is a Ranger in name only, and values the style as a martial art evolved from the hunter and gatherer style of his wild elf ancestors. He wields blade and bow alike, but now for a more civilized and modern cause. His tracking and hunting roots are now used for investigation and man hunting. Instead of championing a forest, he now explores the concrete jungle. His true occupation you ask? Government Contractor. More specifically, he is under employment from the government of Athkatla to perform a number of services for them. His primary service is the investigation of illegal activities in Athkatla, such as the illegal use of magics to prevent the likes of Jon Irenicus from rising in power and causing anymore catastrophes. His services also include safeguarding and guiding important caravans when appointed to do so by Council of Six, as well as exploring ruins and dungeons for artifacts.

As is known of all surface dwellers, the Drow of the Underdark tend to raid settlements and villages as a Coming of Age right for young males. A mining village (the exact name and location of said village will be kept secret in accordance with the interests of the Council of Six) had recently contacted the city for protection. They had claimed a discovery of rare metals and promised a share if protection was given to protect the village from an expected Drow raid. It was expected because along with the discovery of the rare metals they found a drop off that went down deep. Real deep. It was either mine the ore or cave in the cavern, and greed prevented them from taking the safest of the two. Eventually greed got the better of the Council of Six as well and they struck an agreement. They sent good ol' Juniper Eos to secure and protect the miners and their entitlements.

What comes next was to be expected. During his stake out, Juniper spotted a small raiding party of at least a few dozen or so young Drow emerge from the cave and approach the mining camp. After greeting them kindly with an arrow from the snap of his bowstring, Juniper drew his blade, rolled his shoulders, and charged forward with his small party of bodyguards, much to the surprise of the Drow. Although they were able to keep the raiding party from advancing past the ambush point the dark elves weren't leaving without a few souvenirs for all their trouble. In the midst of fierce combat the world around Juniper started to get hazy and for some reason his eyes started to feel really heavy. A Drow spell caster had launched a slumbering spell on Juniper and his party from behind her veil of invisibility. After the men dropped to the ground the Drow killed a few right then and there. As for Juniper and the rest? They were dragged away back to the Underdark. They might have been having pleasant dreams at the moment, but come time for them to wake up, it would surely be inside a nightmare.

Shadow Elf · Oct 8 '12, 11:19pm

I have finished the fluff on Lyrandar's application. Still have to write up his sheet, but he's finished in the charbuilder.