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Post by Karrgos on Apr 3, 2021 14:17:17 GMT
Please post all thing character related in here.
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Post by brumguvnor on Apr 3, 2021 19:08:57 GMT
Imrani Okoye Izikaataa and the pics I made over at Hero Forge. Imrani is one of those Izikaataa's... - the ruling family that the country of Izikaataa is named after. She grew up amongst the royal family and never wanted for anything - and her life of privilege made the shock of true poverty even greater when she first encountered it. She decided to dedicate her life to Hathor on the spot. Of course, this entailed giving up any claim to the throne... - but it has not stopped the King from being her uncle. She cheerfully uses her family connections to bully and cajole local governors and nobles into doing more for the poor, because that's what Hathor wants. The church hierarchy doesn't want her anywhere near the centers of politics, due to her cutting through red tape like a hurricane of swords when she sees something that needs to be done, so they are more than happy with her "questing knight" lifestyle. She walks the earth, looking for true evil that needs standing up to, and doing her best to look after the poor and destitute. Hathor represents music, dance, joy, love, sexuality and maternal care, and she does her best to exemplify those virtues. She loves arriving in a new village and browbeating the local nobles into donating to the orphanage and hospital and throwing open their kitchens and wine cellars to host a party in the celebration of Hathor. And she will always stand up during the party to toast the noble to make sure the people know that they donated: no sense in making enemies after all. The Oak and Hope is hosting a raucous celebration tonight: it seems that someone in the village has just given birth, and the wandering priest that helped delivered the baby burst in and bellowed "Hathor's blessing is upon this village tonight! Baby and mother are both whole and well! - join me in celebrating a new life!" After that she becomes the life and soul of the party - even managing to browbeat a local merchant into donating a barrel of ale to the celebration. At one point she looks around, notices something and yells out "Geerz! - get down here! the pots can be washed tomorrow! - this is a night to give joy and you're the only one not drinking!"
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Post by kurgamemnon on Apr 4, 2021 8:55:23 GMT
Geerz. Born in the Northern goblin tribes, he was an odd child and largely ignored. He always loved seeing how things worked. Eventually he moved south, on his travels he met a Gnome artificer and apprenticed with her. His apprenticeship was hard and his master indifferent, once he learned the basics he struck out on his own. He found a menial job to earn a living, this allows him to focus on his side projects in his spare time and frees his mind to ponder those projects when he's working. He currently works as a pot wash at the Oak and Apple. He lives in the loft and does his experiments when he is not working. Sometimes he forgets to go down to work, this is overlooked as it's useful to have someone who can fix anything. At the urging of Imrani Geerz will pour himself a half pint of the rich dark festival ale, that he himself brewed. Raises his glass and in his squeeky voice toasts "To new life and new beginnings."
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Post by gilbo on Apr 4, 2021 21:23:07 GMT
Sethos Khalil was born to peasant farmers, who were alarmed when their tiny baby began speaking to them through their minds. As he grew, he developed a ferocious curiosity, and would frequently have accidents and cause trouble for his parents. Convinced the child was cursed, they gave him to a group of wizards who agreed to teach him the ways of magic. Despite the wizards basically ignoring him and treating him as a servant, Sethos read everything he could get his hands on and learned magic by reading the minds of his cruel masters. One day, in his sixteenth year, he suggested a spell modification to one of the wizards. The mage flew into a rage, accusing Sethos of stealing arcane knowledge, and he was thrown into the street with nothing but his spell book, containing his own magical scribblings. Undaunted, Seth picked himself up and decided to explore the world on his own. Despite his past, he had retained a cheerful personality and positive outlook. He managed to make a few silver pieces performing tricks and weaving illusions to entertain and amuse, enough to buy himself some travelling clothes and a bedroll, and set off on a journey, looking for knowledge and adventure. After travelling for a long time without finding any places of interest, and having to hide up a tree from some hungry wolves, he arrives at the Oak and Hope hungry and hopeful that at last his luck might change....
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Post by brumguvnor on Apr 5, 2021 11:28:42 GMT
"Now there's a kid who looks like he could use a good meal!"
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Post by pericles on Apr 5, 2021 19:28:25 GMT
Slightly revised Backstory with more detail
Jake is an Urchin brought up on the streets who has learnt to fend for himself. Living by his wits Jake started by begging and progressed through the ranks of the local thieves to cut purse. Despite having started life on the streets Jake is an innocent and rather naive. While only 14 Jake struck an unlikely relationship with Kes the blacksmith's daughter. Trying to impress Kes, Jake started to act in what he believed an adult manner. One thing led to another and Kes became pregnant. Still only 14 and unable to understand let alone cope with Kes's condition Jake ran. Running was not a malicious act merely the reaction of a scared child. Luckily a tinker, in actuality the the Bard Finneas Reaglin travelling incognito, was leaving town at the same time Jake need to leave. Finneas not knowing the full story and in need of an apprentice decided to help Jake. Over the next months while working his circuit to gather information for the guild and spread news, Finneas taught Jake a few simple tricks in the hope Jake might have the right aptitudes. Eventually Finneas's circuit brought Finneas and Jake back to Jake's home town. Jake refused to go into town without saying why, making vague excuses about escaping from an abusive patron. While in town Finneas an expert information gatherer discovered the truth, there was no mistaking the father of the child with flaming red hair and piercing blue eyes. Finneas seeing Smith Xavia had put aside the worst of her anger and knowing Jake was intrinsically Good decided to broker a deal to help Xavia, Kes and Jake. Xavia could not support Kes and baby Simone by herself. Kes needed a spouse and since having a child had been shunned by local suitors. Jake would never be a Bard. Finneas led Xavia and some of her friends in the town watch to apprehend Jake. Xavia used her influence broker a post in the watch for Jake. Jake was not happy with the situation but was forced to live with it. Xavia was particularly friendly with Ranger Captain Orlando. Whenever Jake ran for it Orlando would organise a "wilderness training exercise". Jake is not in a happy marriage or job. The pay is poor and barely covers rent and board to Xavia for the upkeep of Kes and Simone. Jake's situation has only honed Jake's instinct for justice and the rights of the poor. From his position in the watch Jake often sees the scales of justice being tilted in favour of the rich. Whenever possible Jake tilts the balance back to the poor by taking from the rich and giving back to the deserving poor. Thieves in the town have learnt to trust the "Whisper" his warnings (Cantrip Message), and diversions (CantripMinor illusion). Jake now 16 has been biding his time. It has been around 6 months since Jake made an attempt to escape his fate. Orlando is starting to trust Jake with jobs taking him out of town. The most recent example being to escort the Odious self serving and entitled Bard Lord Jackson of Siri to the Oak and Hope Tavern and thence to Lord Obnoxious final destination.
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Post by zaphodbeebledoc on Apr 8, 2021 9:25:32 GMT
Grobbo was brought up in the kitchen of the Lord of the big town, nearest to Dar’garet. His Mother was a scullery maid and his father a gardener.
Grobbo learnt odd jobs in the kitchen when he was old enough, and also helped his father taking care of the gardens and crops.
He learnt many things about nature and was very good with animals.
As Grobbo grew older, he spotted a few mysterious symbols dotted about the grounds. He studied them, and read the mysterious knowledge within.
When Grobbo was 8, he just left the city one day, after saying goodbye to his his parents in his usual manner when he would spend a day or two in the wild, and walked into off the countryside.
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Grobbo spent the next two years living with nature. Learning more about the symbols, which he spotted from time to time in the wilds.
Occasionally swimming in lakes to gather plants, Grobbo takes the opportunity to clean himself, splinking himself with fresh herbs for a pleasing aroma.
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One night, a couple of moons ago, Grobbo felt a compunction to travel.
After many nights on the road, Grobbo came upon the village of Dar’garet. There he spotted a tavern with a druidic symbol above the door and wandered up to it. Grobbo realised the call to travel had ended, but now he was famished!
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Post by gilboyoungling on Apr 8, 2021 17:18:41 GMT
Elchedin is a Half-Elf Bard who specialises in manipulation. He was a poor orphaned boy, but became the understudy of the local Baron's Jester. Through this he learned the trade of music and charm. However, one day his master died suddenly of an apparent illness. Terrified for his future career and livelihood, he disguised as his master and hid his body, essentially becoming him. Here he continued as if nothing had happened, and through this learned how his Bardic skills could be used to influence those around him, even going as far as to negotiate a pay rise. However - being an apprentice - his Bardic skills couldn't fully hold up to his master's and his disguise magic was too weak to maintain an illusion for long; eventually leading to him being found out. Recently he has been on the run, working as a con-man for the last few weeks under the new identity of "Sven Proudshot" and has altered his appearance to be more human-like. His true identity of Elchedin currently carries a bounty in the local area.
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Post by pericles on May 27, 2021 5:07:03 GMT
Tale of the Whisperer
The summer I left home was a magical time. Finneas Reaglin took me in hand and taught me much about the joys and wonders of life and living free on the road. I was a mess when we met, I was running from a life I was not ready for, only fourteen and scared of fatherhood. Finneas knew nothing of this when he found me hiding in his wagon. Finneas let me escape into the surrounding woods and calmly set up camp. Later hungry and cold I drifted back to the camp lured by the gentle music of his zither and the smell of rabbit stew.
The first few days were awkward. I followed at a distance without saying anything. Each night Finneas would feed me and use his gift of music to sooth my soul. It was the first time in my life I had been treated with goodness without expecting anything in return. It must have been the third day or there abouts I started to reciprocate by doing small chores to make and break camp. Finneas noticed and started teaching me small things. A gentle word every now and again pointing out plants. Letting me trail him while he set traps. Climbing trees, telling me how to gather honey without being stung. How to fish and even more important how to swim when I fell in.
Survival was the least of his lore. At night he would practice music. After a while I started whistling an accompaniment. Noticing my interest Finneas taught me to whittle and then play a flute. My current flute while rough and home made is a vast improvement on the original. I regret burning the original after we parted acrimoniously. Finneas was / is a good man and I wonder what came of him.
As time went by I learnt a little more of his music lore. On hunts we would message each other preventing our prey from hearing us. The skills he taught with light and sound were equally useful. A couple of times we needed to hide from bandits. One of us would shelter us under an image while the other led the bandits away with sounds.
The little tricks came easily but I confess the next level of lore was beyond me, I only managed one trick and that imperfectly. The healing word was too much of tongue twister. Finneas suggested I whistle the notes of the word to help with it's rhythm, intonation and cadence. I am not sure who was more surprised when the healing took effect. After learning to whistle the healing word the lilting notes became fixed and I was unable to master the word in any other way.
Not long before we parted ways I learnt a new trick. Rather a combination of tricks. In the penultimate town on our trade circuit before my home town (which I planned to avoid by hiding in the woods) I ran into trouble. My new friend Rufus and I were returning to our lodgings after a successful game of cards when we were set upon by thugs. We took a blind ally while escaping and hid in different spots. The thugs found Rufus but I remained hidden. The thugs beat Rufus until he stopped moving, stole his money and left. I whispered (messaged) him to stay down but did not hear a reply. I could not break cover and in desperation whispered my healing tune. Rufus began to move but I whispered for him to stay down as I could see the thugs hiding just beyond the ally. On that day the Whisperer was born.
My plan to stay in the woods surrounding my home town were foiled by Finneas. I felt betrayed when he turned me in to the Smith. It was many months before I forgave him but in the meantime I perfected my alter ego as the Whisperer.
Having experienced true goodness in Finneas, the nepotism and corruption of the town council did not sit well. Some councillors and justices were better than others but still my position in the watch exposed me to daily injustice against those least able to defend themselves. I took it upon myself to help the poor and weak whenever possible. Using the talents taught by Finneas I would use illusion and sound to distract the watch and help the street children. I would whisper to them sending them to safety or telling them to hide. At times I was too late to help but I remembered Rufus and the lesson I had learnt.
My life in the watch was not easy and my mother in-law the Smith fleeced me of every penny earned. I was forced to find extra funds. Due to my position in the watch I knew exactly who was exploiting who and deserved a little restorative justice. My initial fumbling attempts at restorative justice were only partially successful. I was caught by some very interesting and highly skilled people. Some like myself held in economic servitude, others completely without succour and victims of society. As my activities grew so did my life as the Whisperer. During official hours I kept watch for the signs and signals used by the vulnerable and became more adept at misdirection. When off duty I became a tax man skimming off the rich, but never too much, and redistributing to charitable causes and individuals.
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