Ethica A Dark Age: Time of Troubles

[GrievousKhan]

At first many did not believe the reports, to shocked at the news to the point of disbelief. Once however, the refugees started pouring into cities from the north and panic had begun to take hold the common folk could no longer ignore reality. The mighty Gybahdin nation had invaded the Empire of Morad. Though the Empire had set secure defense outpost to the north, they had been swept aside and Gybahdin troops had penetrated their defenses pouring down from the Endless Mountains to the Empires north. The first cities fell within week's and the Empire was in chaos as it scrambled to organize a defense force. Soon the confusion and chaos generated from Gybadin's blitz campaign passed and the formidable legions of the Empire had managed to fight Gybadins scorpion dragoons to a stand still at the battle of Seven Stars.

Since that horrific clash of forces the empire had taken significant losses though so had the Gybadins. An uneasy and much needed cease of hostilities had settled as both force stood locked in a stand still. Small skirmishes would flare up now and then but neither armies were ready for further large sale battles. Some years ago the Empire had barely survived a horrific plague. A secret plot by the Gybadins to weaken them, the plot had been uncovered and a cure found. Though the Empire had still be shaken and was to low on manpower to push out the Gybadin occupation.

So with no other choice the Empire has fallen back on drawing help from other sources. Mercenaries. Countless mercenary bands, on both sides, have been hired on to replense lost man power. The Empire is now almost ready for their counter offensive to drive the hated Gybahdin's out of their lands. You are a member of one of these mercenary bands and well you may not no it yet, you could very well play in integral role in the war to follow.

Empire of Morad

The Empire of Morad is one of Ethica's most famed and powerful human dominant nation on the western continent. The ruler as of 1372 DR, Emperor Necarson Obarskyr, had his hands full dealing with the many threats spawned from the great plague some 13 years ago. He has had the experienced Imperial Legions and War Magi at his disposal. Adventuring was frowned upon without an official license, but adventurers could likely lend a tremendous amount of aid to the overstretched Cormyrian military. Emperor Obarskyr was known to offer land in exchange for services rendered to his country, so this was a place adventurers wanting to make a name for themselves tended to flock to. A realm with a large population of human and elves who keep to their forest to the north, it had once earned a reputation as a peaceful and rich land post plague. However since then it has begun to rebuild some of it's lost power. Recent times however have once again caused the empire to go into decline and it has lost much of it's strength and wealth during it's war with Gybahdin. However it still stands as a formidable force.

Nation of Gybahdin

The desert kingdom in the lands of Gybahdin, also known far and wide as Stygia, possibly the most infamous nation in the Western mainland, is the birthplace, home, and wellspring of the Priesthood of Set the serpent god of darkness. The entire kingdom is ruled by the clergy, with the closest devotee or disciple of Set having the single most influential hand throughout the Stygian territory. From the coast of the Eastern Sea to the shores of the great lake of Styx, the power of Set’s snake-worshipping acolytes is supreme. Although bordered by the dark-fured Gnolls and the cannibal Darfari to the west, and to the north by the influential merchant-traders of Dhamaaur, Stygia does not show fear of its neighbors. So ironclad is their belief in Set that they look upon all outsiders as infidel lower creatures who have not yet discovered the truth in Set's darkness. Outsiders are less than they are, and only a shackle's clasp away from being a slave.

Serendin

Serendin is nestled west of the savage Gnoll Wilderness to it's east, north of the militant Famieras Dum, and south of the wild Dagraba isle. It has pleasant weather and rich, arable farmable lands interwoven and fed by some of the largest rivers in the world. Game hunting is common and plentiful, and wilderness paths and civilized roads are patrolled by Serendin forces. At first glance, it is a peaceful kingdom of plenty built on a very pleasant stretch of Ethica land. Alas, it cannot be so. Although the King Sikakia of Dagraba has taken great lengths to keep his kingdom safe from outside threats and domestic squabbles, Serendin sees its share of unrest. Serendin has become a kaleidoscope of intrigue and hand-on-hilt politics. There are many people who call this land home, carving several invisible borders within the kingdom itself. Bossonians, Poitanians, Gundermen, and others lay claim to lands that now all exist under wise King Sikakia's rule. It is due to this hot bed of politics, Serendin would much rather stay out of the war raging to it's east.

Famieras Dum

Famieras Dum, a nation born of an alliance between men and dwarf, is long time ally of Morad, the rival nation of Serendin and the underground Kingdom of the Drow and depends on dwarven mercenaries for their defence. Famieras Dum lies south of Serendin and west of Morad in the magical realm of Eithca. The Famieras people both human and dwarf alike are strong followers of the god Tyr. They've sent out numerous missionaries to other regions of Eithca to spread the teachings of Tyr. Although they had almost given up on some of the more savage humanoids, towards the end of the White age one priest ventured to teach one of the most savage races about their God.

Perhaps thee most location land mark in Famieras Dum is Mithral Hall is a dwarven stronghold beneath Endless Mountain in the Spine of the World. It is one of the best known dwarven strongholds in Ethica. Originally a mithral mine belonging to Clan Battlehammer, this underground town became a safe haven for various dwarf families and even some persons of other races. Mithral Hall has a long history of tragedy and triumph, and is the making and breaking of countless individuals.

Reinos Unidos Radhale

Reinos Unidos Radhal's people are a model of duality, with a large population of gnomes and a smaller ruling class of powerful elven arcanist. Split between rugged hard working agriculturalists and learned, bookish individuals the "typical" Radhalarian is anything but. Metropolises bustle with activity as two major dragonmarked house enclaves and two centers of learning draw heavy business, while solitary monasteries dot the landscape where monks live in almost complete solitude, rarely venturing from their homes. Radhal's temperate climate and fertile soil make it a haven for good farmland and Aundair's wine is especially well known across Ethica. Two great centers of learning reside in Radhal, The University of Wynarn and the floating city of arcane study Arcanix. High elven Radhalarain's are known for their somewhat arrogant attitudes. Although arrogance is hardly a trait unique among most elves, the Radhalarians learn at a young age the results of a strong will in competition with others. That is not to say that every Radhalarian is stubborn, or thick-headed, but that they will not easily concede a point they believe to be right, and indeed public arcane and martial duels have become a staple of Radhalarian society; so much that many Radhalarians have adopted names for specific maneuvers, spell combinations, and styles used in duels.

Reinos Unidos Radhal is also the birth place of the militant sentient constructs known as Warforge. They are the only nation to have mastered the art of building and giving birth to these wonderful creatures of science and magic.

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Political and routes of trade.

Deities

Basic Info: Tyr (pronounced TEER[1] ), also known as The Maimed God, was a lawful good greater deity of law and justice and part of The Triad. His dogma was primarily concerned with the punishment of wrong-doers, and the general furthering of law and good in the world. Not coincidentally, these values are among those held by most paladins, many of whom were more than likely to follow The Triad,[1] as the patron of paladins Torm is one-third of the coalition.
Followers: The highly organized church of Tyr was strong in the more civilized lands of the Realms. They were known for never refusing service or aid to the faithful when they are in distress.[1] To keep Tyr's favor, one must respect fallen enemies, never make sacrifice of a corpse, and keep one's alignment lawful good. Tyr considered slaying agents of evil to be honorable and worthy of the highest praise.
In World Orders:
Knights of Holy Judgment
The Order of the Knights of Holy Judgment tends to attract the paladins who emphasize the "lawful" part of their dedication to Tyr.[3]
Knights of the Merciful Sword
The Order of the Knights of the Merciful Sword tends to attract the paladins who emphasize the "good" part of their dedication to Tyr.[3]
Hammers of Tribunal
The very elite of Tyr's paladins, members of the Hammers of Tribunal are chosen from the best of Tyr's the Knights of Holy Judgment and the Knights of the Merciful Sword.

Basic Info: Torm (pronounced TORM[4]), or The Loyal Fury, is the god of law and a lawful good greater deity whose portfolio consists of duty, loyalty, and righteousness. His symbol is a gauntlet, much like the symbol of the slain Helm, though specifically Torm's symbol is a right-hand gauntlet held upright with palm forward.
Followers: Torm's worshipers consist of those who favor the cause of both Good and Law. Righteousness, honesty, loyalty and truth are their primary pursuits. In the Post-plague world, which is more dangerous and darker than ever, they shine as beacons of hope and courage.
In Game Orders:
Eye of Justice
This order based in Ravenmoor, within the Empire of Morad, and are considered heroes by many Tormites. The Order worships Torm they refer to him as the "Lord of Justice". Members of this sect have no pity or fear and often use tactics some would consider questionable. The Order attracts outcasts from other orders as well as people seeking redemption for evil acts.
Girded Healers
Members of this order worship both Torm and Ilmater. The primary purpose of this order is to heal those touched by war or the Necromantic Infection that have happened in the lands of Ethica.

Basic Info: Bahamut, also referred to as the God of Dragons or the Lord of the North Wind, is a powerful platinum dragon and the king of the good dragons.
Sages continue to debate whether he actually is a deity or not. According to draconic legend, he has existed since the beginning of time (which, in a dragon's reckoning is since the first dragon appeared on Toril). Whatever he is, he is certainly powerful and venerated by many good dragons and respected by evil ones. One of the most compassionate beings in Realmspace, his name is known throughout the Realmspace and in some aspect all over Toril.
Followers: The majority of Bahamut's worshipers prior to the Spellplague were metallic dragons. His few nondraconic clerics typically learned the Platinum Dragon's teachings at the foot of a wyrm, typically a gold or silver dragon in humanoid form. Teacher and student often traveled to see the effects of injustice and cruelty firsthand.[10]
In the aftermath of the Spellplague and following the death of Tyr during an attempted demonic invasion of Celestia, Bahamut gained the portfolio of justice and presumably gained many converts from the church of the Maimed God
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The Platinum Cadre is an order of dragonborn knights from Tymanther, to the far east of Varisian.

Basic Info: Set, the Old Serpent, is Ibis's arch-enemy, and the ancient god revered and worshipped mainly in Stygia, and is known and worshiped as Damballah in the Desert Kingdoms. He is a cruel, jealous god who demands constant sacrifice from his subjects, and his priests are only too willing to comply as they bring naked virgins screaming to his altar to appease his blood-lust. In Stygia the snake is holy and to kill a snake is a mortal sin. If a snake slithers into the cities or to the streets, Set's subjects will lay prostrate before him, hoping to be found worthy of his bite

Follower: His priests are almost as frightening as the god himself, and they terrify their own people almost as much as they terrify their enemies. Stygia is a theocracy, and the mad and corrupt clergy run the country on fear and wonder, as well as an indiscriminate willingness to sacrifice their own people.

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Basic Info: Selûne (pronounced seh-LOON-ay[3]), also known as Our Lady of Silver and the Moonmaiden, is the goddess of the moon. She is also venerated in Faerûn as a goddess of light, stars, navigation, navigators, wanderers, questers, and goodly lycanthropes.
Followers: Selûne's clerics are a very diverse group, including sailors, non-evil lycanthropes, mystics, and female spellcasters. Her church's main objective is to fight evil lycanthropes and summon the Shards, blue-haired female planetar servants of Selûne, to battle the minions of her archnemesis and twin, Shar. The temple also performs fortune-telling, healing, and practices self-reliance and humility.
In-game Orders:
Swords of the Lady
One order of fanatic Selûnites is known as the Swords of the Lady, who are often referred to colloquially as the "Lunatics". Its members are led by a few Selûnite crusaders who tend to act rapidly in response to threats from Shar and her priesthood, although their behavior is often viewed as bizarre by the public at large.
Oracles of the Moon
The Oracles of the Moon is a group of female diviners who worship the Night White Lady. They perform fortune-telling rituals and are some of the highest bards and priests in the faith.

Basic Info: Oghma (pronounced OGG-mah [3]), also known as The Lord of Knowledge, is the neutral greater power of bards, inspiration, invention, and knowledge in Faerûn. Oghma is the leader of the Deities of Knowledge and Invention and his homeplane is the House of Knowledge. His symbol is a blank scroll.
Followers: Those who worship Oghma include artists, bards, cartographers, inventors, loremasters, sages, scholars, scribes and wizards—archivists, a generalist cleric prestige class, might pray to him as well. They can be of any alignment, unlike most neutral gods. They often wear Oghma's symbol, a silver scroll on a chain, as a necklace.
In-game Orders:
Companions of the Silver String
The Companions of the Silver String are heroic bards who acted valiantly at risk of their own lives in the service of the church of Oghma. They actively share knowledge of the neighboring lands and often call out their visions that are sent to them in Inns and rest areas.

Basic Info: Shar (pronounced SHAHR [2]), the Mistress of the Night, was the goddess of darkness, and the caverns of Faerûn, as well as a neutral evil greater deity. Counterpart to her twin Selûne, she presided over caverns, darkness, dungeons, forgetfulness, loss, night, secrets, and the Underdark. Among her array of twisted powers was the ability to see everything that lay or happened in the dark. Shar's symbol was a black disk with a deep purple border.

Followers: The clergy of Shar were a secretive organization that pursued subversive tactics rather than direct confrontation with its rivals. In addition to her clerics, Shar maintained an elite order of sorcerer monks who can tap Shar's Shadow Weave. Among her worshipers were the Shadovar of Tultanthar, who fled into the shadow plane before Karsus's Folly. Shar also held power over all who used the Shadow Weave.
In-game Orders:
Dark Justiciars
The Dark Justiciars was an honorary order or secret society within the priesthood of Shar. It was rumored that in order to gain admittance to the order of the Dark Justiciars, a priest of Shar had to have killed a priest of Selûne.

Basic Info: Lolth (pronounced LOALTH [2]), sometimes Lloth in the Drow dialect,[3] the Queen of Spiders or Queen of the Demonweb Pits, is the goddess of the Drow[4], a chaotic evil deity who revels in chaos. She patterns her life and the lives of her worshipers on a regimen of chaotic acts and the veneration of spiders. The way that new-born spider broods tear each other apart to survive especially appeals to her. She promotes this by encouraging her worshipers to kill their rivals, thus ensuring that they are the strongest of the 'brood'. Her love of chaos often makes her appear mad but the wise see her as a calculating individual who is always several steps ahead of those who believe that they can anticipate her. She is cruel and domineering, forcing her will upon her followers and her enemies, a will which instructs the strong to crush the weak in the most torturous way imaginable.
Followers: Lolth's clerics have no set uniform, but spider motifs and darker clothes are the norm. Some rites require the worshiper to wear no clothing at all. Her sacred animals are arachnids. Lolth is worshiped almost exclusively by drow, though other sentient races venerate the Lady of Spiders as well. Her clergy sacrifice the living and treasure to her glory.
In-game Orders:
(Currently Unknown to all Surface Dwellers)

Basic Info: Hoar (pronounced HORE [2]), also known as The Doombringer, is the vengeful deity of retribution invoked by those who seek to repay an eye for an eye. He is a bitter deity, prone to mood swings and fits of violence. Ever since the Time of Troubles, the Doombringer has been consumed with plotting the downfall of Anhur, the Mulhorandi deity of war, and to a lesser extent, the pantheon that spawned him.
Followers: Aside from a handful of scattered temples, the church of Hoar is composed primarily of lone wanderers who travel the realms, agreeing to pray for Hoar's aid on behalf of those who seek or fear vengeance, in exchange for a small fee. Charlatans who would try to scam people in this manner quickly feel the punishment of Hoar. His followers seek out victims of injustice, hear and appraise their stories, and track down the perpetrators in order to inflict a fitting form of punishment. No injustice is too small or too large for revenge to be sought and a fitting punishment meted out, earning the church of Hoar the ire of town watches and Tyrists alike as well as the adulation of the downtrodden.
In-game Orders:
Fate’s Scale
Members of the Fate’s Scale often have a tattoo of an open jawed skull on a merchants scale. These warriors have banded together in prayer in order to exact vengeance. These members include many races and types of warriors.

Basic Info: Vhaeraun (Vay-rawn), also known as the Masked Lord and the Masked God of Night, is the drow god of thievery, drow males, and evil activity on the surface world. His worshipers include assassins, male drow and half-drow, poisoners, shadowdancers, rogues, and thieves. Vhaeraun resides in the Demonweb Pits, where he has a territory permitted to him by Lolth although the two entities, mother and son, are opposed to each other.

Follower: The church of Vhaeraun is loosely organized, mainly due to persecution from the priestesses of Lolth who rule over the majority of the drow race. Vhaeraun's clergy is almost entirely male, and they practice a passive opposition to Lolth. Aside from that, Vhaeraun strives to reclaim the surface world from which he was forced to flee. This leads to frequent conflicts with the clerics of Eilistraee, benevolent drow who strive to live in peace with the surface folk and gain redemption for the evil ways of their kind.
Some priests of Vhaeraun advocate unity of the elven races in order to more easily dominate the surface world. Most, however, view this as heresy.
In-game Orders:
The Upper Hand
These followers are dead set in rooting out Lolth’s priests. While not maniacal, they are steadfast in their purpose using whatever advantage they can muster. Many train in martial skills for this purpose, and have established connection and ties with surface cities.

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Basic Info: formerly Kelemvor Lyonsbane, also known as the Lord of the Dead and Judge of the Damned, is the god of death and the dead, and master of the Crystal Spire in the Fugue Plane. In his mortal days, Kelemvor was a skilled mercenary, with the heart of a noble paladin, concealed under rude manners and thwarted by his mysterious family curse.
Fair yet cold, Kelemvor is the god of death and the dead—the most recent deity to hold this position, following in the footsteps of Jergal, Myrkul, and Cyric. Unlike these other deities, whose rule as gods of the dead made the afterlife an uncertain and fearful thing, Kelemvor urges knowledge that death is a natural part of life and should not be feared as long as it is understood.


Follower: The death clergy as they are known have many duties, most involve tending to the last wishes of the dying and provide burial services to those who die alone. They also set out to cure diseases and defend people from monsters so that folk do not die before their time. Their final and debatably most important task is the destruction of undeath in all its various forms as it is an affront to Kelemvor. Elite priests of Kelemvor are known as Doomguides. Servants of Kelemvor are usually clad in somber gray vestments and brandish hand-and-a-half swords, or Bastard Sword.

In-game Orders:
Most Solemn Order of the Silent Shroud
An organization of gravediggers, embalmers, and other cemetary workers and crafters. Those of this order identify each other with a series of secret signs. Their task is to keep the church informed of undead sightings and gravesite desecrations.

Basic Info: The Nameless One is a being of great power has no name and requires little explaining. Thus the Nameless One has sparked a great following in those who wish to marvel at the mysteries of magic, the outer plane, and the material world in their own manner. The Nameless One requires only that one remain without great renown nor to have a statue made of one’s likeness. If the one of the two tinnitus are broken, a curse of horrors is placed upon the believer.

Follower: Many who feel their allegiance don’t belong to any of the other Divines fall into the worship of the Nameless One. As he doesn’t require one to have a specific alignment, he has followers of many races ranging from merchants to commoners and travelers.
In-game Orders:
The Nameless
These followers have given up their names, instead relying on their profession to mark them. This causes some confusion for many as they often change professions; require wills and estates to be altered many times over a life time. The Nameless are often sought after as they supreme servants and spies. It is well known that Nameless often take secrets to the grave.

Basic Info: Cazic Thule is the tyrant of the Plane of Fear. He is cruel and merciless, powerful and cunning. He allied himself with Shar to further is goals, to cause fear and terror to all of those on the mortal plane. The four armed five eyed Major deity has had his hand in countless sacrificial rituals that are ever feeding his power.

Follower: Cazicites fear their Lord and believe that only by causing terror in others will they be spared his vengeful wrath. Fear rules their lives and through fear they rule the lives of others. Pain, misery, violence, torture, and living sacrifice are tools to please their Lord. Many Lizardfolk follow the wrathful Lord, but his following grows every day.
In-game Orders: FearMongers

Basic Info: A cloaked figure with a hunched back. Three large eyes and dark grey skin covered in pustules.
Follower: Necromancers, Affliction Casters, Blood Reavers.
In-game Orders: The Stricken

Basic Info: Title(s): Lord of Bone, Lord of the Undead, Old Lord Skull , The Reaper.

Domains: Death, Evil, Fate, Law, Pestilence, Travel, War

Background: Tablurauth was once the king of a great and prosperous kingdom on the surface world. A Kind and wise soul who took care of his people well. But as it happened war came, a massive army of non-humans attacked and assailed the kings lands killing many innocents.

During this dark time a sorcerer came to the king and promised that he and his coven would help save the kings lands, but at a great cost. Disparate to save his people he allowed the Warlock and his coven to cast a powerful and destructive spell.

One that destroyed The invader's but also caused the entire city to fall into the underdark far beneath the earth were it remains to this day. The dark obelisk the sorcerer and his coven made spread a horrible curse among his surviving people, Turning them into vile undead beast. Tablurauth however did not die, and was forced to live out his eternity as an undead being.

Tablurauth eventually mastered his fate and became a powerful adventuring necromancer in his mortal years, traveling with Bane and Bhaal, dedicated each to a quest to attain divinity for themselves. They traveled to the citadel of Jergal who, luckily for them was tiring of his existence as lord of the end of everything. Breaking off his skeletal knucklebones after an argument over which of the three would rule over the other two, they were each thrown by the mortals to determine which of Jergal's portfolios they would receive. Malar tried and failed to interrupt this game. The end result was Tablurauth gaining the portfolio of the Dead. Jergal served Myrkul as an aide for a time until Tablurauth had settled into his new role.



Follower: The sentient undead, dark cleric, and warlocks seeking power often turn to the Lord of the Undead. They are usually unflinching in there devotion, as to true away from their dark master may leave them in the Shadow Realm of Shax or the Void.

In-game Orders: (Coming)

Basic Info: Shax has a statuesque human torso and is always bedecked with knives, razors and other bloody implements of torture. Shax most abnormal feature is the dove's head that sits atop his muscular neck. Shax has the unnervingly dark emotionless eyes of a psychopath and has a blood-covered beak, which he uses to eat the eyes of his still living victims: a particularly favourite activity. Shax's legs are also bird-like, not just his head, giving him a strange hybrid appearance

Follower: Shax does not really have any sort of organised church thanks to the deranged nature of most of his worshipers: his cultists are generally lone deranged killers or warmongers seeking luck and glory in their deeds.[2] Some of these monstrous sadists are not insane loners, but the corrupted scions of decadent noble houses, led through hedonism and cruelty to kidnap the poor and unfortunate and exact Shax's bloody will upon them.[4]
As well as lone, surface-dwelling psychopaths, in the depths of the Darklands, Shax is worshiped by the drow.
Shax is worshipped by his creations the babau demons, whom he still creates. Shax makes particularly powerful ones by flaying still living victims before the final Abyssal transformation.[7]
He is also worshipped by chokers and derros.[7]

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Basic Info: Armor clad with golden hair waving in the wind, she wields a massive two handed blade. Her figure is perfect and sculpted for a warrior.

Follower: Followers of Erollisi Marr, the Queen Of Love, cling to the belief that love conquers all. It should be pointed out that while love is a generally peaceful concept, Erollisi worshippers are not pacifists. They would like to live in a world where everyone loves everyone else and violence does not exist but they are not naive enough to think that this is that world. They are passionately devoted to people, places and ideas and are more than willing to fight and die to preserve those things. The dream of every follower of Erollisi is to die in the selfless defense of someone or something they love. Many paladins hear the true calling of their hearts and follow Erollisi Marr.

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Time of Troubles IC

Accepted

Aldrayk The "Titan"
Bares, the "Scout"
Caldwark The "Warden"
Inara the "Auramancer"
Kalen Swayn
Shem Kobold Cleric
Tomie the "Dragon blooded"

(Last open spot reserved)

[Sikako J]

And here we have Aldrayk.

[mew77]

And then we have Inara the Auramancer


Name: Inara the Auramancer

Age: 32

Appearance: Inara looks like a common cottontail rabbit with white fur and red eyes when sitting or lying down. When standing she looks like a humanoid bunny about the height and weight of a preteen girl. She wears specially fitted armor in a tight leotard style that is always magically polished. The armor has the insignia of the redworld mercenary company.

Personality: Inara was a headstrong woman before the prank. After the prank she became signifigantly more mellow. She is rarely taken seriously since the prank. Inara dislikes killing but sees it as population control. She feels alive in combat but rarely kills herself. This is not out of some sense of peace, but out of preferring others doing the dirty work in her stead.

Background:
Inara grew up in a small town where she knew almost everyone. As a priestess of Erollisi she valued the community she grew up in and wanted to bring happiness to all. How naive she was back then. She learned draconic lore in the hopes of gleaning truth, but found little. Appreciating dragons for thier power but disdianing them for not sharing it she turned to the clergy. In time she was called upon time again to assist in the defense. Out of the priestesses she was one of the few who learned combat viable magic. In this way she became a community leader by the time she was 21 along side the mayor. Inspired by the might of dragons she developed an aura thjat conferred defensive strentgh, and others that enhanced one's senses aand a third that made sword and fist more powerful. The first divine she developed was one where she shaped holy energy into shields to protect allies.

This led to auras that would guide weapons to their targets and necessity drove her to develop more potent defensive and offensive auras. Eventually it got to the point where she was known as the sole defender of the town and granted the title of Auramancer to reflect her power. In time as the empire sought to hire mercenaries to supplement the dwindling military.

She signed on out of a sense of duty. A number of like minded others slowly joined the group the warforged insisted on calling the Redwold. (She was too lazy to argue)

The prank occurred when Inara being a fan of draconic power sought to learn from the faerie dragons. The quest was personal but ended in failure as the faerie dragons in a merry sport turned her into a bunny. While exceptionally frustrating she found her mind intact but her body altered. Attempting to get battlemages to dispel the prank on her proved to be futile. The few she could get to take her seriously for more than a few minutes were ill-equipped to help her. In time she was forced to get used to the new form as she began to suspect the effects of the prank were permanent.

She resumed leadership of the Redworld Mercenary Company, out of the entire company she was still the only one qualified and willing to lead. Aldrayk the warforged remained her second in command. Any complaints as to the lack of change in leadership were to be adressed to him/her/it.

Interestingly the fact that not even their enemies took her seriously was not actually a problem. The rabbit was indeed harmless, but due to a multitude of auras, the soldiers around the rabbit were anything but harmless. This is how the last two years have been since the prank. One day she may confront the faerie dragons who did this to her and demand recompense. But she isn't seriously pursuing that goal as the prank has lead to an overinflation of the legend that was build around her and the redwold company. And the jokes really are that funny.

[Greycat]

And shall we have Bares, the defected Scout.

Name: Bares clanless, of the Cor'aid, of the Redwold
Age: 24
Race: Artathi

Personality:

Background:
Despite his current itinerant state as a member of the Redwold mercenary clan, Bares wasn't always such an unsettled cat, not was he originally from the Empire of Morad. He hails from the northwestern forests within the Gybadhin territories. So how is that the Artathi has found himself as part of a remarkably ragtag group of fighters who could find no better title for themselves then mercenaries and in no better employ that to the Empire itself, fighting none other than the troops of his homeland? To understand that, you would have to go almost two decades back in time.

To when Bares young and naive; completely unaware of the greater world outside his master's estate, and before the seed of rebellion was planted in his heart. He was a good little slave, mainly household work and messenger for his earlier years, and he knew no other life safe for the slave one, so had with which to compare it with. And the older slaves with a wider experience... were not common in that household. His first introduction to the gorier side of the slave life was at one of the great sacrifices to Set. To prepare for a show of his faithfulness, his master bought several slaves from the Gnolls. By then, he was old enough that he interacted with them before their purpose was fulfilled. In that brief time they, they shared tales of what some slaves went through, and his eyes were opened. He was also old enough to be part of the entourage that his master took with him to the ceremony, and bore witness to the sacrifices of dozens of slaves.

He wasn't so cheerful after that. But his rebellion still wasn't kindled. He thought he just needed to be a good slave to avoid that faith. His master was fond of such displays of faithfulness, and in the next few years, Bares witnessed many other good slaves' killed or eaten in the name of some god he didn't understand. On the other side of the coin some of the Artathi slaves praying to their own gods. It didn't do them any good. Thankfully, his master fell on hard times and had to sell some of his assets to say afloat. Bares was on of them.

That began a series of purchasing and selling and he went through four masters in as many years, until he met the on family he was happy to call master. By that point, Bares has advanced beyond the level of mere household slave to a more specialized fighter. Partially the cause of his rapid changes of hands. He was not the kind of slave that many had long term need for. At least, not the common slave owner. These were far from it. They had few slaves. Some thought it was because they lacked the means, but that wasn't it. Their slaves were not slaves, but rather servants. Well taken care of, paid for their service with safety from the more savage treatment outside their walls. And they took him partially because he had a certain set to his spirit that made his stand out, and partially because his mother, one he had not seen since shortly after his first birthday and had little memory of, was among their ranks.

That was true bliss. And he came to understand what a true family could be like. He was introduced to a very small network of like minded nobles and commoners. But all good things had to come to an end. Suspicion was cast on his masters due to lack of sacrifice. It didn't take much for the uncommon methods of his master's household to be revealed. So he acted quickly and led the rest of the slaves against them. With the proper motivation, he can be quite eloquent. He managed to organize the slaves from the other three estates with similar views and lead them in an revolt. It failed, spectacularly. But it did a good deal of damage to the economy.

The decision was made to clean up the mess as best as possible. The slaves involved were either killed, marked for sacrifice, or redistributed among those wealthy enough to afford them. Those considered the leaders, Bares included, were given special treatment. The Cor'redar. Their slave mark was extended into the Cor'ai, a form of cursed mark. Thusly marked for exile, banished from the blessings Set can provide, and forced out into the wilderness for the elements to slay. To the other five sentenced, it was a death sentence, to Bares, it wasn't.

He pulled through, staggering over the border out the Morad side of the desert, inches from death. He managed to pull through with the help of a kind hearted commoner who wasn't so tainted prejudice to let him die. It took him a few days to recover his full strength, but his hatred for the Gybadhin gave him the will power to persevere. About a week and a half later, he was recovered enough to travel somewhat independently. The Cor'redar strips the exile of all but the barest of clothing and a single coin to try to bribe their way into the afterlife. He left the coin as meager payment and departed, snitching a cloak from the village. He still had his claws after all.

It took some doing, as being the Artathi he was, he was far from trusted, but he managed to earn a bit of coin. It wasn't a stable living, but he scrapped by. He was in the back of a tavern one night, hood up so that he didn't disturb the clientele when he overheard a woman and a strange creature with glowing green discussing forming a mercenary band. He contemplated it, flipped a coin, called it, and then headed over to them. He offered his services on a temporary basis, and joined Redwold. The guy, which he later found out was a construct, suggested it, and for some reason the woman didn't argue.

He managed to get along with the group, mostly, and was nearing the end of his tenure when Inara decided to mess around with a fey dragon. Got herself turned into a rabbit for her trouble. He laughed for about an hour straight, and randomly broke out in giggle for days following. But all in all, when his departure date came... "I went through all this trouble to learn to get along with you guys. It would be a waste of my time to leave after all that work."

And that is how a surly, ill-mannered, over bearing snark of a feline ended up on the wrong side of the dessert, fighting for the wrong army, against the people who should be his own.

[Yellow 13]

Will edit in a name later. Working on a character for Mew's campaign a well.

Tomie, the Kitsune Draconic heritage Sorceress

[necar]

http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetvie...sheetid=443505

Shem the kobold dragon wrought cleric of Torm!

Background
Kobolds are known to be of dragon descent but on a lesser scale. Just as with other races traits are passed down through he generations and will be more pronounced in some individuals. This was the case with Shem. In a small silver mining village there was a hut that belonged to two adult kobolds. They had worked long and hard in the mines to be able to afford such a hut and they wanted to start a family. When they were finally able to conceive Shem's mother laid her egg in the nesting site that his father had made. His parents were a little alarmed with the fact that the egg had a dark yellow color to it. Such a color normally indicated that the unborn hatchling did not survive. Shem's mother was distraught and would not leave the egg through its incubation. She prayed often to Torm the god of law and good. She prayed that he not take away her special gift. Nothing changed the whole time until evening there was a vibration in the egg that awoken his mother. Shem was hatching much to his parents surprise. As he broke his way out of his shell home his parents gasped as they laid eyes on him. His soft scales had a yellow color to them and his eyes were that of molten gold. To Torm they lifted their praise as their son was born alive and well.

The village gathered to see the miracle child and his odd coloring. Many didn't understand what was going on except the village elder. He told of kobolds in the past who were more like their dragon ancestors and took on their coloring. It was apparent that some where in Shem ancestry there was a gold dragon. The elder told the village that this child would be capable of great deeds in the future and would be the pride of the village.

Many years later Shem was going through his kobold training in mining and religious studies. The other students did not know what the big deal was about Shem. He was more of a freak then anything else. He was smaller then the other kobold children and much weaker. Although he was very intelligent and wise for his age. The village elder noticed this and took Shem and his parents aside one evening and explained what his plan was. He knew that Shem would not last long in the mines and that he was meant for something more. He was going to travel with Shem to one of the gold dragon dens. There they would meet of the elder gold dragons and see what they could foresee.

With his parents agreement Shem and the elder traveled for many months to the mountain of a gold dragon. As they climbed to the top of The Peak of Flame they met a ancient gold dragon named Pyrite. Pyrite communed with his God about the future of young Shem and was told to take him to the great library.

The great library is in a hidden location just of off Dagraba. There on an island was a small cave that had an opening that went deep into the earth. Underground was a large library that was the collected knowledge of the good dragons. Books from many races and religions graced the shelves. At the center of the library was one large book full of only names. Each author in the library had their name in the book. Shem was told that it was the greatest honor for a being to be in the book. The was a place of natural magic that the dragons had harnessed to preserve the knowledge that was held here. This was to be the place of Shem's learning.

Pyrite stayed with Shem and taught him all about Torm and his ideals. After two hundred years Shem emerged with Pyrite to embark on his own journey. Shem traveled the known world for a while until he ended up in the empire during the plague. He spent much of his time trying to cure it and combat the undead that ravaged many towns. It wasn't until a group of adventures managed to find the cure and put an end to the plague. Hearing how a few individuals managed to band together to aid the people of the land he was in inspired Shem and he set out to make a name for himself.

[GrievousKhan]

Nice histories so far everyone. Also good work on the PC's. Accepted have been placed on the roaster.

[Noxious]

<3, but I've completely replaced DnD knowledge with Fantasy Football knowledge and can't for the life of me deal with relearning at the moment. Happy gaming though! I have all the faith in the world that GrievousKhan will make an excellent GM.

[GrievousKhan]

<3, but I've completely replaced DnD knowledge with Fantasy Football knowledge and can't for the life of me deal with relearning at the moment. Happy gaming though! I have all the faith in the world that GrievousKhan will make an excellent GM.

Aww, sad to hear you can't join us Nox. But thanks and good luck. :J

[Goldmarble]

Now entering, the living shield: http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetvie...sheetid=444463

Name: Unit #43, Warden, Osuski

Age: 7

History:

Caldwark is a fourth generation Warforged Model. Made by the master construct builders of Radhale in the 7th forge. he is the 43rd unit to be produced, and suffered a minor glitch during his creation, in which he was made a bit shorter than most other warforged, but also broader, and thicker, in addition, his optics have a peculiar orange glow to them.

He was created to be part of a heavy infantry brigade, and was trained accordingly, being equipped with a larger than normal shield and trained in a variety of weapons. He learned quickly and soon developed a bit of an arrogance, a sense of superiority to some of the slower to advance "kin". He did however have respect, perhaps even the beginning of comradeship with a few others of the warforged, Units 3.2.57, 3.2.33, 3.4.8 and 3.7.2. Nearing the end of their training however, came a somewhat surprising twist when 3.7.2 was involved in the heart of an uproar that saw their mutual creator and several others of the staff slain. Quickly thereafter, the rest of the third generation of Warforged finished their training and were subsequently sold to various Kingdoms an Empires to fill their ranks. Unit #43 was sold to the Empire of Morad where he was assigned to the 413th Legion.

In the 413th, he was placed in Squad 6, a combat squad composed mostly of human soldiers. Most of the men and even other warforged of the 413th found Unit #43's demeanor to be somewhat awkward to work with, due to his arrogance. His arrogance soon blooming into outright insubordination on a few occasions after learning through painful experience that their Squad leader was an incompetent, arrogant, and ignorant leader. The men of his squad however, seemed to respect the warforged's attitude that contributed to saving their lives on at least two occasions and sparing several from crippling injury in a few more. They gave the warforged the nickname, Warden, seeing him as their protector. War of course can be somewhat unpredictable, and on the front lines one day, participating in a massed attack using the entire 413th Legion, Squad 6 was utterly decimated by an Ogre Mage who had been worked into position by the Gybahdin forces.

In the aftermath of the battle, as the Gybahdin forces were giving mercy strokes to the living, yet almost dead, and salvaging the bodies of deceased warforged, and the inactive for a mandate that had been passed down from higher up, they found Unit #43 still standing, but inactive. Standing above the remains of his previous comrades, several one of which appeared to be missing most of the left side of his torso, his left arm charred ruin. Collecting the inactive warforged, they sent him back to the researchers.

The researchers of the Gybahdin were looking for subject for numerous experiments; the type of experiments that generally leave those involved horribly disfigured, maimed, mentally broken or just plain dead. Unit #43 became the test subject for a process of trying to bond the soul of a living creature to that of the immortal shell of the warforged. Inactive and unresisting, Unit #43 was a perfect recipient for a soul. The donor was an unusual creature, hardly seen among these lands; a kitsune name Osuski. He was a trade broker, an intelligent practitioner of his trade who happened to have had the disastrous luck of having his ship be caught by pirates who knew the going price of slaves in Gybahdin. For months the Kitsune had been tortured, to learn more about him, see how resilient they were, to see how much of a defense they may put before the Stygian warmachine once it finally conquered Morad and the rest of the kingdoms around it.

When Osuski was dragged into the chamber where Unit #43 waited, there was little he could do to resist, after his only previous escape attempt left him with stumps the ends of his limbs, still wrapped in blood soaked rough cloth that kept sending shivers of agony through they flayed nerves where his hands and feet once were. He thought that the agony they had subjected him to was the worst that they could possibly do to him, and he had yet to break. As it turns out, having your soul being slowly ripped from your mortal shell made the previous attempts at breaking him feel like tiptoeing through a field of tulips. The agony seemed to fade when the soul was bound to that of the warforged through Alchemy and ritual.

When the ritual was complete, they tried to revive Unit #43 to no avail. They tried again the next day, and the day after that without luck. Well, two deceased creatures was the cost of experimenting with science, alchemy and magic. Unceremonious left in a storage room to await being rendered down into base materials, specifically the adamantine of his body, Unit #43 stirred. A day later it stirred back into awareness as a voice screaming with agony cried for freedom. Making his escape while in transit to the reclamation plant, he strode off into the desert in search of something that he didn't know. His mind seemed fragmented, his memories in a shattered jumble that flickered in glimpses of images and mismatching voices and sounds, like trying to watch four movies at once with all of their audio tracks running asynchronous. Nothing made sense.

For several months, he wandered in a generally southern direction, until he was accosted by a youngish feline creature with a unique marking upon it. During the initial scuffle, he managed to subdue the creature and started to carry it with him. It wasn't long however before it regained consciousness, escaped his grasp and started running away from him. Eventually he crossed in to the Empire of Morad, and after initially seeking refuge in a village, he found himself being stared and damn near being run out of town as he mumbled to himself while trying to sort out his memories to make sense.

(need to finish: meeting with redwold. Yay!)