(North Gate) Godsend DnD

[Sikako J]

Accepted Characters:
Trouble, Wizard of Solusek Ro
Zhali, Monk of Quellious
Lewis Varcolac, Scout of Tunare
Cayden Cailean, Incarnate of Quellious

(To Check out the other group)

Quellious the Tranquil
Alignment: Neutral Good
Followers of Quellious the Tranquil seek peace. They are not strict pacifists, though, and will fight to defend themselves and their loved ones. The peace they seek is an inner one. They wish to know all there is to know about themselves and the world around them. They thirst for knowledge of their true selves and strive to help others attain enlightenment. It is through the sharing of this knowledge that they believe universal peace can be obtained. If every creature fully understood itself and its neighbors there would be no need for conflict and war. Followers of Quellious often follow a nomadic lifestyle, constantly seeking what there is to know and hoping to find themselves along the way.
Perk: Defense of the Peaceful (+2 Dodge AC)

Rodcet Nife the Primal Healer
Alignment: Lawful Good
Followers of the Prime Healer take a solemn oath to fight disease and death until one or the other finally claims them. They are very generous and humble, asking little more than that the recipients of their aid pass the kindness on to another. They are not content to deal with the effects of disease and death after they occur and vigorously seek to destroy the sources of these evils. Healers and mystics are typical followers but many noble rangers and paladins also have also taken the Nife Oath. They believe that, through faith in the Prime Healer, the wounded heart of the universe shall one day be mended and death's dark shadow will never be seen again
Perk: The Healing Touch (Augment Healing)

Karana the Rain Keeper
Alignment: True Neutral
Followers of Karana, the Rainkeeper, believe in the absolute power of storms. They worship the life-giving power of the rain and respect the destructive force of a sandstorm or hurricane. Typical followers of Karana are rural humanoids - farmers, ranchers, hunters, and the like. They will often offer strangers shelter from the elements. Many of Karana's followers live a nomadic lifestyle, traveling where the winds take them. They are humble, generous people who value strength and honesty and brook no disrespect of Karana or of his work for they know it is only through his wisdom and kindness that all of Norrath is not consumed in an eternal tempest
Perk: Storm Blood (10 Resistance to Electric/Shocking)

Tunare the Mother of All
Alignment: Neutral Good
Tunare appears as a very attractive older humanoid female wearing flowing robes and a crown of vines and leaves. Tunare is very protective of what she considers to be one of Her finest achievements, the good elf races of Norrath. As part of an agreement with Brell Serilis and Prexus and in response to the arrogance of Veeshan in claiming Norrath for her own, Tunare created the High Elves and the Wood Elves of Norrath.
Perk:Ally of Animals (No natural animal will attack you, +1 Attack Rolls on Animal subtypes)

Erollisi Marr the Queen of Love
Alignment: Chaotic Good
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 Norrath 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
Perk: Love’s Sacrifice (You may act as full cover to any ally and gain +2 Divine AC when you do)

Brell Serilis, the Duke of Below
Alignment: Good Neutral
Followers of the Duke of Below find true happiness in the caves, caverns and tunnels that permeate the belly of Norrath, but this is one of few points upon which all followers of Brell can agree. The Runny Eye Clan of goblins claim he is their father, much to the disgust of the dwarves of Kaladim who are certain that only the dwarves are the true children of Serilis. The vicious gnolls of Split Paw disagree entirely, for was it not Brell who sculpted them out of the sacred Clay of Cosgrove? Followers of Brell Serilis, in one form or another, can be found nearly anywhere you enter the Underfoot of Norrath
Perk: The Duke’s Sight (Low light Vision regardless of race,+1 Attack rolls when underground)

Bristlebane the King of Thieves
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Followers of Bristlebane believe in having fun, at the expense of nearly all else. Bards, rogues, jesters, gamblers and gypsies are all typical followers. They are almost always very charming, clever, and witty, traits which all Bristlebane followers should strive to have. Mischief in all its forms is encouraged. Practical jokes are performed as if they are the highest of rituals. Very few of Bristlebane's followers are outright wicked in their desires but it is best to keep at least one eye on your purse if they are about. And never let one deal you a hand of King's Court
Perk: Mayhem’s Delight (Tan Bag of Tricks as a starting item. +4 to bluff rolls when preforming a joke/trick)

Mithaniel Marr, the Truthbringer
Alignment: Lawful Good
The Followers of Mithaniel Marr believe that valor is what separates civilized beings from beasts. His followers live by a strict moral code that prizes truth, honor, and charity. They are champions of the downtrodden and the most noble of warriors. His followers strive to rid Norrath of all things dark and evil, often sacrificing themselves in this never ending quest. They will not rest until the day when all of Norrath is cleansed in Mithaniel's light. They take themselves and their duty very seriously, and have little patience for mischief or mayhem. Many paladins are devout servants of Mithaniel Marr.
Perk: Righteous Justice (+2 Attack Rolls on Evil Aligned, MUST attack undead at any opportunity.)

Rallos Zek the Warlord
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
The followers of Rallos Zek, the Warlord, believe in survival of the strong and death to the weak. The heart of a true follower of Zek yearns for strength, courage, but above all, victory. They believe that the heat of battle is the only place and time where enlightenment can be gained, that the universe was formed by conflict and in conflict it will end, with the victors feasting upon the remains of their fallen enemy. No respect or regard is given to the dead, for if they were worthy their hearts would still pump blood through their veins and not upon the soil of Norrath. The followers of Zek are almost exclusively warriors
Perks: Merciless Warrior (Proficient with all Weapons, Rage once per day)

Cazic-Thule the Fear Bringer
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Followers of the Faceless, 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, living sacrifice - these are the tools of a Cazicite. Many lizardman tribes are devout followers of Cazic-Thule, but his number of humanoid followers grows daily, a cold shadow slowly engulfing the bright spots of Norrath in a nightmare of horror and pain.
Perk: Fear’s Shroud (Immune to Fear Effects,+ 1d4 damage to all Lizardmen)

Solusek Ro the Burning Prince
Alignment: True Neutral
The Followers of Solusek Ro believe in the raw and unbridled power of fire. Fire birthed the world and in fire shall it be consumed. True aggressive action is the only way for one to obtain what is desired. Power is gained by superior force. Followers of Ro have little fear. They are bold and brash, and say what they mean, and do what they say. Social graces are something they neither possess nor desire. They demand the respect of their peers and more often than not, earn it as well. Those who seek true elemental power follow Solusek Ro, and thus many wizards turn to his burning embrace
Perk: The Power of Ambition (+1 spell Per Spell Level)

Innoruuk the Prince of Hate
Alignment: Neutral Evil (no Good)
Followers of Innoruuk, the Prince of Hate, include nearly the entire dark elven race who regard him as their "Father". They believe that hate is a creative force, or rather "THE" creative force in the universe - creativity born of destruction. Love and kindness are tools for those too ignorant to know what they want or too cowardly to do what is necessary to obtain it. They believe that it is only through the total disdain of your enemies that you can gain true power over them. Pity and mercy have no power when confronted with contempt and viciousness. It is the honest belief of the followers of Innoruuk that if they were to hate strongly enough, they could destroy all of Norrath
Perk: Consuming Hate (Calming effect don’t work on you, +1 Attack roll on any race besides your own)

“It has been ten years now since the Necromancer Seit has unleashed his undead army to ravage the lands of Norrath. For what reason no one truly knows, some speculate he is seeking the Lost Tomes of the world, still others say he has lost his very mind with power seeking to destroy life on the known world. My own opinion you may ask? It doesn’t matter I seek only safety in these trying times, the security of Erudin in their fortress of Magic one of the few place yet to be struck. As for my business in Freeport, left to burn along with the rest of the world, may the gods have mercy on those left behind…”
-Garus Drimal, Human Master Alchemist

“Damned be the reasons on why the dark mage has attacked! You need now only know the lands of Kaladim are besieged, and we dwarves will not go without one hell of a fight! Be gone now you bard, I have an axe to sink into one of those skellies!”
-Dunlyn Bruntbuckler, Dwarvern Warrior

“It isn’t possible. How one caster could make such a gathered force? Necromancy is a despicable art, but it requires mana and sacrifice just as any other spell weaving. It would have taken years of nothing but the most extreme effort on a daily basis. I for one won’t let this world fall without a struggle.” *A ball of fire forms in his hand as he gives me a firm glare*
-Tanias Firebright, Half-Elf Mage

“The lands cry out in pain, one can physically feel and hear it. *She looks out over the forest, a deep sadness in her eyes.* The scourge army burns and pillages the lands. Felling trees here hundreds of years old, spoiling rivers and water holes killing out life. This has to end, the past five years have bared the burden of these desecrations. We gather our forces to march, to counter attack and drive the dark army from our lands if nothing more than to allow it to recover.”-Idia Ashwood, Wood Elf Druid

“What!? There is an army of skeletons and zombies on the loose? Since when?*A long pause *Ten years!! Asler gather your kin we need to talk about hiding!!”
-Deputy Braster Looh, Rouge Halfling

These are the brief encounters I have taken that have stood out on my trips across the lands, ones I believe hold the true feelings all of us beings have of this world. Fear, a chance to test themselves, anger, revenge against atrocities… we all have responded to this dangerous attack in our own ways. But who is it that will gather to oppose this fearsome force, to rid the lands of this undead scourge? Who will be the champions of this time?
-Writing from the journal of Nikako Jones, Traveling Bard

::Status of the War::

Continent of Eurdin
Paniel Capital of the Euridites: currently safe by protection of Arcane Shield and unaffected by Seit’s Force. The masters of arcane magic, the Eruidites managed to construct a supremely powerful spell that has erected a shield over their entire island. There isolationist ways managed to keep nearly all of their forces from being harmed as they all pulled back for defense of their homelands. Their open acceptance of refugees shocked the world, but it may be a play to bolster their ranks should the shield falter.

Continent of Antonic
Quenos City of Half-Elves and Humans: Currently Unaffected by Seit’s Force. The far western port city is a massive store of food from the Plains of Karana. Famous for its acceptance of the Half-Eleven people, a race often looked down by all pure bloods, it has flourished under many ideas that may have never developed from a close minded Council.

Rivervale the Hidden City of Halflings: Currently Hidden and Unaffected by Seit’s Force. The Halflings have always been keen at hiding, the fact their city is nigh unmarkable on a map, protected from any scrying attempt and is hidden by thick forest an sheer rock face. They have been reacting to the news of the undead invasion, amping up production of weapons and drinking more than their fair share of honey mead.

Freeport the City of Trade: Primarily Human and Dwarves, has come under a few attacks by Seit’s forces. Their strong navy presence has halted a large portion of undead invaders from making landfall. They continue to hold the east of Antioc if only for the time being.

Halas the City of the Barbarians: What was once thought to be the backbone of the resistance that would fight against the forces of Seit has turned out to be a an ace in his deck! The Barbarians now fight under the banner of Enchantress Allure Romal, the High Enchanter of Siet himself. With their superior weaponry and fierce battle tactics it is a heavy blow to the resistance efforts.

Neriak the City of Dark Elves: What some would call evil, the slave trading Dark Elves have reluctantly agreed to join the allied resistance and are now engaged in combat with the Barbarians. The underground city has not and shall not be seen by anyother race beside the Dark Elves themselves.

Grobb the Ruined City of the Trolls: While the only allies they have ever hade were the ogres to the northwest, has been besieged by undead in the swamp lands. They battle more out of desire to survive than to ally with the “civilized” world.

The Continent of the Faydark

Flethiwe the City of the High Elves: Fortified, after the attacks that devastates the city of the Gnomes the High Elves quickly moved to counter the undead hordes. Their command of magic, Wood Elven archers, and swordplay has fared well against Seit’s forces. They still take losses everyday but for now the city still holds strong as a shining beacon in the Far East.

Akkanon the City of Gnomes has been destroyed. As the first city struck by Seit’s fury under General Scalesert’s army, it had no chance to survive. The Gnomes left in the city were butchered, only those that managed to flee have been able to spread the news.

Kaladim the City of the Dwarves is currently besiged. A Barbarian is leading a massive push under Allure's banner. They have made their way down two quaters of the moutian range. Thousands of undead litter the area as the Dwarves clash against the forces nearly nonstop.

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The land before the group was covered in frozen snow soild enough that they only sunk perhaps a half foot into it. The air was crisp and made in inside of your nose crystalise. Moutian ranges were in nearly every view, wihte snow and purple of rock. Sparse vegitation grew with thick and tough bark.

This was the Nest, the land of Barbarians.

[Greycat]

It took some doing, mostly because of the slim pickings, but Trouble managed to get together some decent enough gear. A heavy overcoat and cloak, a pair of thick gloves (if his own didn't suffice), a scarf, even a pair of boots (which he stored away for use only in deep snow banks, puddles and the like). Thus garbed, he readied himself to conquer the north. He wasn't sure what exactly to expect from the weather, but he had experienced cold element spells. He supposed it would be something like that. Just... extended. After raising an eyebrow as the ranger's battle cry of 'for the races three', considering that there were considerably more races than that around, he stepped through his chosen gate after the monk. And promptly sneezed on arrival on the other side. Lovely. And the ground was cold too. And the air. It was just plain cold. The scents were a bit dampened by the chill as well. All in all, not all that fun.

"All this to talk to a wolf," he muttered to himself as he drew up his scarf to cover his nose and fished his new boots out. No need to pad bare pawed through this mess.

[blazinvire]

Zhali stepped into the icy environment with all too much ease, feeling only a very slight drop in temperature as the magic of her boots kept her comfortable. She planted her quarterstaff and gave the area a quick survey before looking to their canine companion after his concerns for her well-being were given voice.

"Well as long as my boots hold up I'll probably be as comfortable as you," Zhali said, indicating her boots for a moment before returning her gaze to the surroundings, "We should get our bearings and figure out a plan, we seem to be in the middle of nowhere..."

It was almost a pity her visions couldn't have provided just that little more direction, as it seemed like her first task would be to find her goal before figuring out how achieve it.

[Yellow 13]

"Indeed." Lewis said standing up. "I propose we search for a nearby landmark. I'm sure there has to be something of interest." All he saw was snow, mountains and more snow. He laid down on the ground, feeling the chill of the snow through his fur a little. "I've never been this far north." He mentioned. Looking at where they had come from, he then looked to Zhali. "Do you think we're the only ones here? If so, we should get moving."

[Sikako J]

As the chosen were getting their bearings a storm began to brew, spitting out sheets of sleet. This did nothing to keep the cold and inhospitable land's attractivness.

Roll:82 Bad Weather (Sorry guys)
Tempature: Cold- Fort save 15 against Cold
Cold Weather Effect- 5 Non-lethal damage
Wind: Heavy
Visability- 30 Feet
Scent "Range"- 30 Feet

[Greycat]

Trouble managed to tug his boots one without much effort and climbed back to his feet, brushing the snow from his pants and the edge of his coat. He really didn't like the feel of shoes, much less these heavier boots. Still, until he got used to snow rather stone and packed earth, it would have to do. He adjusted his coat so it hung more comfortably from his shoulders, arranging his scarf over his mouth and nose to shield against the bitter wind. He sneezed again, rubbing at his nose as his tail twitched under the cloak.

"I am beginning to wonder if north really was the wisest direction," he muttered to himself in feline. He blinked up at the monk, sniffing. "There should be a large skull from a mammoth east of here," he said in a slightly bored manner. "North of here should be a large spire of rock. Both within three miles."

Fort save

[Yellow 13]

Lewis turned and spotted trouble. In more ways then one. That cat was really interested in talking to Lewis he seemed. "That's not far then." As the winds picked up, he grunted, the cold going stright though his fur and chilling him. "Drat!" He said, shivering. "I thought I would have better luck here." Shaking the snow out of his fur, he hoped that they could find some cover soon. "We should get out of this wind in any case."

7+2(thick fur coat)=9

[blazinvire]

Zhali took in a slightly quickened breath as she felt the air speed up and grow colder, but was otherwise unaffected beyond the surprise as she merely felt only slightly colder than before -her boots were working quite the charm with this environment. As for what Trouble said, with the onset of this weather they'd probably need shelter sooner than 3 miles later, and the area was probably too unfamiliar to go attempting any distance before the weather could get worse -but Zhali couldn't say for sure.

"I guess we should wait out the storm before trying to make any distance; I think I have a tent in here somewhere," Zhali thought aloud, turning her attention to digging into a particularly bulky belt-like article that looked to be a huge clump of leather and cloth above five inches wide, except her arm disappeared up to the elbow into one of the elusive pockets before extracting a sizeable, heavy bundle. Technically the tent only accommodated two people, but Zhali had a few other curiosities in her arsenal she'd picked up over her travels.
"Let's find a place to set this up before the weather gets any worse."

With any luck she could find something sturdy to partially hide the tent behind to help manage the wind.

[Greycat]

Trouble looked back at the point they had emerged from. He had thought they would be getting some more company, but it seemed as if that assumption of his was ill-conceived. He frowned. According to the druid's information, it should not be too great of a complication, since the numbers in this region were less, particularly so since the majority of the locals were supporters of the Necromancer and participation in a press on the other cities. So he turned to the monk, how name escaped him, as she dug into the pouches at her waist. "Outdoor survivalism is not one of me strong points," he admitted over the sound of the wind. "And since I was taken so abruptly from me home, I have little in the way of camping equipment."

[Sikako J]

A howl broke through the wind, errie in nature.
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