[CHAR] Forgotten Realms: Tales of the Dead

[El Taco Taco]

Name: Kalana yr Kaziza al Dumein yi Memnon
Age: Twenty Seven
Class: Mage
Gender: Female
Length: 1.75 meters / 5’9”
Race: Tiefling
Racial benefits: +1 Int, -1 Wis, Darkvision 60 feet, Minor resistance (5%) to cold, electrical and fire damage.
Appearance:

Most people smell Kalana first. The heavy sweetness of ash and scorched wood and bitter dust clings to her no matter the circumstance. It makes an impression—often a poor one—and this rarely improves upon seeing her.

Firstly, there are the horns; massive, black and red, and twisting into a ram’s hook, they are the most obvious mark of her abyssal ancestry. If that weren’t bad enough, her blackened sclera and orange irises tend to unsettle most who make eye contact. Faint mottled markings are scattered across her bronzed face and neck, meeting nails that nearly qualify as claws. An angry scar runs through her lip, one among many across her form.

Kalana wears her black hair pulled back with a small golden headdress suspended from her horns and draped to her forehead. Her robes are finely made, bearing the sigil of Memnon. Covered in gold and red brocade, they are nonetheless functional, constructed for the range of motion demanded of casting.

Stats

STR: 12
DEX: 15
CON: 13
INT: 19
WIS: 9
CHR: 10

Spells:

Notes

I’m using this spell point system
I’m using the d20SRD for spells, assuming a level 6 wizard.

Damage, range, and other mechanic information provided for background, but all of these are subject to the needs of the narrative. Rest assured that I will adapt magic to the needs of the roleplay.
Ranges given are maximum distance.
Spells marked by † are adapted from the Baldur’s Gate wiki.

Point Total: 35
1st, costs 1:

Grease: Close range (40 feet, covers a 102 foot area). 6 round duration, covers the ground in slippery grease. All creatures in target area must make a reflex save per round or fall. Walking through grease reduces speed by half and requires superb balance. This spell can also target items—for example enemy weapons can be targeted. An ally’s armor may be targeted to provide a bonus to escape artist checks and grappling.

Magic Missile: Medium Range, 160 feet. Up to five creatures may be targeted. Three missiles (with up to two more by spending 1 additional point per missile) strike their target unerringly, each missile dealing 1d4+1 force damage.

Blindness: Medium Range, 160 feet. Targets one living creature. Permanent duration, although high fortitude negates the effect. Calling upon the powers of unlife, Kalana can render a subject blinded.

Burning Hands*: 15 foot area, cone shaped burst. Any creature or flammable material in the area of effect takes 5d4 damage.

2nd, costs 3:

Melf’s Acid Arrow: Long range, 460 feet. One arrow of acid speeds to its target and strikes on a successful ranged touch attack. 2d4 damage on striking and persists for an additional 2 rounds of 2d4 damage unless neutralized.

Aganazzar’s Scorcher*†: 20 meter range. Kalana creates a line of fire that starts on her and ends at her target. Target and anyone caught within half a meter of the line receive 3d6 points of damage. Fire resistance can reduce or negate damage. No saving throw.

Mirror Image: Personal, lasts for 6 minutes. 1d4+2 duplicates of Kalana pop into being, lingering near her. These figments remain within 5 feet of each other and are purely illusionary, but imperceptible visually or by hearing. The figments mimic her actions. Enemies must attempt to select Kalana from the figments. While moving, Kalana can merge with and split off from figments to confound enemies. This spell has no effect on blinded creatures.
Horror†: 25 meter range. All hostile creatures within a target 10 meter cube area must save vs. death or flee in terror. Undead are unaffected by this spell.

3rd, costs 5:

Remove Magic†: 10 meter cube AOE, works only on enemies. Removes magical effects from spells, potions, wands from every enemy in its area. It doesn’t affect protections from magical items or spell protection, 65% chance of success.

Melf’s Minute Meteors†: 70 meter range, one target per meteor. 1d4+3 and +3 fire damage per meteor. Six meteors, each treated as a missile with +5 bonus to attack rolls. Up to 5 meteors cast per round.

Hold Person: Medium range (160 feet), targets one humanoid creature and lasts for 6 rounds. The target becomes paralyzed and freezes in place. The target breathes and is aware and may attempt a saving throw per round.

Fireball*: Long range, 640 feet with a 20 foot radius spread. Deals 6d6 damage to every creature within the area. The explosion creates no pressure. Ignites combustibles in range and damages objects in the area. It can melt metals with a low melting point.

Skills:

Knowledge (Arcana) - 60
Knowledge (Planes) - 50
Language (Abyssal) – 100, racial trait.
Language (Primordial) – 15, a rough understanding, speech is clumsy.
Concentration- 50
Use Magic Device- 50
Spellcraft - 75

Abilities:

Empower Spell – Doubles spell cost, increases damage by ½.
Spell Mastery - Due to her specialised training, Kalana can cast fire based magic (marked by *) without referring to her spellbook.

Armor: Adventurers Robes (AC 10, +1 bonus against missile weapons)

Weapons: Quarterstaff, Sling, Bullets (40)

Gear: Backpack, bedroll, winter blanket, spell book, quill and ink, journal, spell component pouch, torch, flint and steel, waterskin, needle and thread, rations (3 days), 2 scrolls of Identify, Ornamental Jambiya.

Gold: 96 GP

Biography:

Life isn’t often easy for tieflings in Faerun—unless you can be useful to the genasi of Calimshan. Born to a human slave of House Dumein, Kalana was lucky enough to have her abyssal heritage and quick mind considered useful by its matriarch, Kaziza. Elevated out of slavery into citizenship, Kalana was provided an extensive magical education for the mere cost of her fealty.

In a city ruled by firesoul genasi, Kalana’s training focused, naturally, on fire based magic. It was, fortuitously, a good fit for her short temper and wild nature. Although never the social equal of the ruling genasi, Kalana’s obsessive drive for arcane excellence earned her both respect and opportunity. Belonging to the house of one of Memnon’s most affluent Sultans helped in no small measure.

It was inevitable that Kalana would go to war. Trained in the Art and thirsting to prove herself, she joined the bloody fighting across the Calim desert. The war was not so much a war as a protracted massacre of all participants. Kalana spent several years mired in slaughter, surviving by luck as much as skill. The thrill of combat could not sustain her forever—and after nearly seven years of war, Kalana grew weary. She awaited her opportunity to leave Calimshan and indulge her wanderlust.

That opportunity came at great cost; her company was mutually obliterated by a contingent of djinn from Calim. Kalana managed to kill her competing survivors and claim their supplies and wealth for herself. Seizing her chance, she headed north. Six near death experiences and the worst month of her life later, she stumbled into Tethyr.

Kalana learned quickly that the rest of Faerun was not Calimshan. She had expected to find a prestigious position as an arcane advisor or tutor to nobility; a job befitting her station. The world she found was horrifyingly backwards. Humans were no longer slaves and instead ruled most lands they touched. Her fiery nature was no longer a mark of her personal greatness. Feared and despised, Kalana was forced into a life of adventuring and mercenary work in order to survive. The wizard’s offer of employment is simply the last in a long line of jobs, ranging from utterly tedious to nearly lethal.

[MacabreFox]

Rhovanel Ismira

Name: Rhovanel Ismira
Age: 27
Class: Rogue
Gender: Female
Length(preferably in meters): 1.726m/5.9f
Race: Half-Elf (Half Human – Half Wood Elf)
Racial benefits: Able to Resist magical sleep, but not immune, +2 on saves vs. enchantments, +1 on listen, search, and spot checks, +2 on diplomacy and gather information

Appearance: Rhovanel stands at 5’9 with light skin, and hazel eyes, with dark brown hair to match. Her ears are small and pointed, not normally noticeable under the heavy waves of her tresses, she either braids her hair into a single plait, or lets it hang loose. Her ears are adorned with small moonstone earrings, with a small onyx stone in her left nostril. She is very curious and her eyes seem to twinkle when she is investigating, be it the city or the woods, or even in conversation. And her speech is often mixed with Elvish and Common tongues. She is expressive in her speech alone, with wide eyes and arched brows, to raucous laughter and a wide toothy grin matched with rosy cheeks. Rhovanel is a vibrant woman, and isn't afraid to help someone or offer advice, but only when it suits her, not that she's selfish, rather that she chooses to spend her time wisely; as you only live one life!

Stats:
STR(Strength) 11
DEX(Dexterity) 15
CON(Constitution) 12
INT(Intelligence) 12
WIS(Wisdom) 13
CHR(Charisma) 14

Spells: (None)

Skills:
Languages = 25
Appraising = 25
Local History = 25
Artistic Ability = 50
Forgery = 50
Cooking = 25
Dancing = 25
Etiquette = 50
Fishing = 25
Fire-building = 25
Riding, Land-based = 50
Rope Use = 25
Seamstress/Tailor = 75
Swimming = 25
Singing = 25
Disguise = 50
Ancient History = 25
Local History = 25
Herbalism = 50
Reading/ Writing = 50
Navigation = 25
Pickpocket = 25
Device Making = 25

Abilities (times per day she can use these):
Weather Sense = 3
Direction Sense = 4
Can Mimic Bird Calls = 7
Armour:
Light Leather Armour, Leather Boots, Linen Cloak, Leather Gauntlets

Weapons: Short Sword, Short Bow with x12 arrows, and quiver

Items: Bed roll, blanket, tent, flint and steel, mug, pot, fishing pole, extra spool of fishing line and x5 hooks, small lanter, plate, and one set of utensils. x5 vials of herbal tinctures (St. John’s Wort, Jasmine, Lavender, Chamomile, and Foxglove.) x5 empty sachets used to dry herbs in, waterskin, sewing needle and spool of thread and x1 roll of bandages.

Gold: 35 gold, 12 silver, 9 copper

Biography: Rhovanel Ismira was born in Yuirwood, where Half-elves like herself are common in density. She was born to an elven mother and a human father, who were artisans by trade. Her mother, Leila, worked as a seamstress, making beautiful gowns for the noble women, and handsome cloaks for their husbands. Her father, Pylas, worked as an herbalist and owned his own apothecary. Her mother taught her how to sew, sing and dance, and how to be acceptable and presentable in elven society, but not only elven, but human and dwarven customs as well. From her father, he taught her how to read and write, how to identify birds, as well as all plant fauna, he taught her how to read a map, and find the northern most star.
Together the two raised Rhovanel in a happy home-life, until her seventeenth birthday came to pass, she became determined to travel outside of their home and see the world. She asked for permission to leave, but seeing as how their daughter was headstrong and determined more than ever to leave her mark on the world, they gave her all they could and stood at their doorstep, waving until she left their sight. But of course that was ten years ago!

Now 27, Rhovanel has travelled alone for the past two years. Before she had joined a troupe of troubadours, travelling to all corners of the world. Shortly after the troupe disbanded a year and a half later, Rhovanel joined a rough group of brigands that roamed the roadside looking to pillage unwary travelers, here is where she learned her skills as a thief, more or less as a rogue. She learned how to construct smoke bombs, and other foul smelling exploding devices, how to set snares and booby-traps, even how to pickpocket a coinpurse. It wasn’t long after until Rhovanel realized the horror of her ways and departed from the group in the dead of night. She journeyed for months on end on her mount, a horse that she had picked up from the troubadors. It wasn’t long before she found herself inside of a tavern looking up at a poster with a mug of ale in her hand that Rhovanel would set out on another adventure, for a request from a wizard, now only if she could find this proposed wizards tower?

[71342]

The player has voluntarily left the rp.

Reason

Left the RP because player finds out that the roleplay was mainly a failed attempt at this.

[knighthawk]

All I could think to add to the character.

Name:Raa Tel'Nimras (Lion Of the Whitehorn (unicorn) )
Age: 15/50
Class: Paladin
Level 6th
Gender: Male
Length: 2.6m
Weight: 150 Kg
Race:(Half-Orc)
Racial benefits:Strength, Constitution, Size
Appearance:

Stats:
STR 19
DEX 13
CON 14
INT 10
WIS 13
CHR 16

Skills:
Elvish {Rather than orc as native language} 100
Common, 70
Orc, 50
General
Heraldry, 50
Land-based Riding, 50
Singing, 10
Priest
Healing, 30
Herbalism, 30
Warrior
Animal Lore 30
Set Snares, 10
Survival (woodland), 50

Abilities:
Detect evil, 60' Radius
+2 all saving throws
Immune to all forms of disease
Lay on hands, 12 hit points, 1/day
Cure disease 2/week
Aura of protection, 10' Radius
Turn undead, demons and devils as 4th level cleric

Still questing for his holy sword
Still questing for his "War horse"

Armour:
Ankheg Platemail he earned after getting swallowed whole by the beast. His mother had sent him out to protect some farmers from loosing cattle and bit off more than he could chew. His saving grace was that it had spit up its stomach acid earlier in the fight so when he was swallowed, he wasn't bathing in its juices as he cut his way free with his throwing axe.

His heavy wooden shield is little more than a stacked pair of barrel lids, a keepsake from his first tavern brawl he had since put fittings to to protect himself in the future. He most often uses the shield with his throwing ax when his scythe is of no use to him. People joke that since it came from a gnomish brewer, the wood must be acid proof, he hasn't tested this theory.

Weapons:
His primary weapon is a Scythe that once belonged to a cleric of Chauntea who fell in battle beside him. The scythe lets him use his full body with each swing while keeping an ionic look for his future fame. They fought beside one another dealing with a goblinoid threat and the cleric fell to a lucky javelin throw.

A throwing ax is his primary offhand and ranged weapon, allowing him to put his strength on a ranged targets. It was a piece given to him from a dwarf bard for having the courage to stand against a tree with an apple on his head.
Items:

Gold: 100 GP in forms of various smaller treasure, such as silver goblets, jeweled dagger and other trinkets.
Biography:
His story starts with his ancestors. His great grandmother was a paragon of elven ways and life, a paladin to Mielikki who rode a unicorn into battle. But it seems her pride was his doom, a moments weakness with a human ranger whom she had thought was a blessing of the elven gods resulted in a half-elven child.

That half elven boy still had the spark of nature and became a ranger like his father. A good and noble position, the best a human could achieve in elven eyes, but his every breath was a reminder to his mother of a moment when she was less than the ideal elf. That stain spread when he in turn fell in love with a human, just as his mother had before him. This child was almost considered illegitimate as a full human if not for the druidic magic that flowed in her veins and the almond eyes.

The final insult came twenty years ago when the druid human made peace with the orcs trying to deforest the trees on the edge of the wood. A bargain was truck to lead the orcs to naturally fallen trees within the forest for their use or to hew diseased wood to prevent infecting others. This bargain was consummated with the shaman of the orcs and a half-orc child was born of the union.

He was nearly killed on the spot if not for divine intervention, a birthmark of a unicorn rests atop his breast showing him to be gifted by Mielikki, just as his great grandmother. She watches and waits while showering him with back-handed praise as she begrudgingly trains him with nearly suicidal missions, If he dies, she wins, if he lives, she corrects him on everything he did wrong.
***

Miscellaneous

Items
He wears a holy symbol of Heironeous rather than Mielikki, as a tournament of arms was fought to a draw against another paladin. He offered to exchange holy symbols as a gesture of brothers in arms and was received with zeal.

He prefers to wear simple homespun fabrics under his armor, burlaps or stiff leathers as an act of humbleness and simplicity.

[Drache]

Name: Drachiathoryx (DRAH-kee-ah-THOR-iks)
Nicknames: Drache, Red, Bookwyrm
Age: 237
Class: Sorceress (Evocation/Fire specialty)
Gender: Female
Length: 1.85m/6'1"
Race: Half Red Dragon/Half Human
Racial benefits: Immune to fire, sleep, and paralysis effects. Can fly. Claw and bite attacks. Cone of fire breath weapon. +4 AC.
Appearance:



Stats:
STR(10) +2 racial = 12
DEX(14)
CON(12)
INT(17) +2 racial = 19
WIS(10)
CHR(18) +2 racial = 20

Spells:
(Most notable. Many of these are from D&D Dragon Magic supplement.)

Dragoneye Rune - Brands a personal draconic symbol (visible or invisible) on an object or creature of her choice, must be within 1ft. 3x per day she can scry to determine the distance/location/plane where the marked object/creature is located. Is permanent unless dispelled. link

Firestride Exhalation - Evocation - Cone of fire deals 8d6 fire damage to creatures or objects in the area. Her body dissolves and can reform in any unoccupied space within the range of this spell. {url=http://www.maleficarium.info/spell/DnD%20index/Data/spells/s_2750.html]link[/url]

Pyroclastic Eruption - Evocation - The ground splits open and a volcanic cloud erupts, hitting enemies with lava bombs that inflict fire and bludgeoning damage. Enemies within the range of this spell are also subject to random lightning strikes.

Wingblast - Evocation - Requires her to be airborne. Creates either a line of severe winds or an area of obscuring fog that lasts 1 minute.

Meteor Storm - Similar to -> http://www.d20srd.org/srd/spells/meteorSwarm.htm

Animate Fire - Transforms any source of open flame into a medium fire elemental.

Dimensional Anchor

Skills:

Language (Common) 100 - Fluent (Racial)
Language (Draconic) 100 - Fluent (Racial)

Language (Elvish) 70 - Can read fluently, moderate speaker.
Language (Abyssal) 50 - Moderate with reading and speaking.
Language (Celestial) 50 - Moderate with reading and speaking.

Knowledge (Arcana)/Spellcraft 100
Knowledge (Planes) 100
Knowledge (Survival/Wilderness) 70

Bluff 60
Intimidate 60
Sense Motive 60
Spot 30

Abilities:
Eschew Materials - Cast without components (only if components cost less than 1gp)
Silent Spell - Cast without words
Still Spell - Cast without gestures
Energy Substitution - Spells with an energy type can be changed to a different energy type (penalty for using cold due to fire affinity).

Armour: Studded leather only to avoid penalties during flight or casting. She usually wears a fine corset or vest with thin metal insets. Cloak of Resistance.

Weapons: Bite, claw, and breath weapon attacks. Also a kheferu morningstar (+50% damage to creatures with earth subtype).

Items: Belt of Many Pockets link. Gold and amber choker that is enchanted to this effect.

She also carries basic adventuring gear, a change of fine clothes/jewelry, an ornate journal and scribing kit.

She is currently questing for a Familiar.

Gold: 200gp

Biography: Coming soon?

[Sigil]

Keystone

Name: Keystone (Goes by last name only)
Age: 26
Class: Fighter (Pugilist Kit)
Gender: Male
Length: 1.98 Meters
Race: Human
Racial benefits: Nice smile
Alignment: CG

Aliases Used: Fatty Endpiece, The Man Without Shame, Brute, "Animus, God of All Things BESTIAL", Edeknurl (Dwarven translation), and most recently "Man Who Has Lain With A Dragoness".

Appearance:

The esteemed Mr. Keystone is a man of large proportions, standing a hair shy of two meters with broad shoulders and powerful physique. His squared features, steel-grey eyes, and extensive scarring give him a rather intimidating look, even for a young man. Close cropped brown hair fades into unapologetic facial stubble. Somewhere between "ruggedly handsome" and "unkempt brute", the man stands out in most crowds.

Stats:
Str: 18/91
Dex: 15
Con: 17
Int: 11
Wis: 16
Cha: 10

AC: 10 (AC: 2 if unarmored) (-2 bonus from Dex, -2 bonus from Martial Arts, -2 bonus from Ironskin, -1 shield bonus from bracers, -1 magic bonus from bracers)

AC: 5 (AC: -1 total) (Masterwork Hide Armor AC: 5, -2 bonus from Dex, -2 bonus from Martial Arts, 0 bonus from Ironskin (while armored), -1 shield bonus from bracers, -1 magic bonus from bracers)

Spells: N/A

Skills:
Cooking (60)
Endurance (75)
Intimidation (50)
Language, Common (Native)
Language, Dwarf (40)
Language, Elemental Earth (30)

Abilities:

-Martial Arts / Brawler (master of the pugilistic arts, Keystone can hit harder, faster, and more often than even a man of his proportions is capable of ordinarily. This affords him certain advantages in movement and armor class; furthermore negates penalties normally associated with mixing it up with an armed opponent.)
-Iron Fist Technique (Through rigorous training, Keystone's extremities are as iron, giving him a base attack damage ordinarily associated with wielded weaponry. Coupled with his high strength and massive martial arts proficiency, this is especially deadly)
-Ironskin Technique (Physical conditioning has left Keystone with dense flesh and a toughened hide. Even when not wearing protective gear, he is considered lightly armored)
-Choke Hold Technique (A sustained grapple, if successful, opponent will be rendered unconscious for a short time. If maintained after unconscious, the effects are lethal)
-Feint Technique (A technique designed to open an opponents defense by initiating a light offense from one direction, and switching to another. Classic defense countering.)
-Basic Parry Technique (An attack launched against an incoming attack, used defensively. Negates a select attack in a martial exchange)
-Knife/Dagger (Skilled in the use of up-close and quiet stabby-stabby, as well as thrown. Rarely used as his unarmed skills are generally superior.)

Elemental Connection:

Keystone is connected to the Elemental Plane of Earth, and as such has been granted abilities similar to a lesser Earth Elemental, as described below:

-Earth Mastery (Keystone gains a bonus to hit and damage if he and his foe are touching the ground or stone of any kind. Further, this positively effects any opposed strength checks, so long as he is in contact with earth of some kind.)

-Regeneration (Albeit very slowly, Keystone's injuries will recover and he will be sustained during this time so long as he is in contact with naturally occurring earth or stone. If incapacitated, he will remain comatose until he recovers naturally. Further damage at this time is recoverable, but if his spirit has left his body before contact is made, this ability will be ineffective.)

-Earth Shape (Keystone possesses limited ability to shape earth and stone around him. In the past, he has used this to armor himself, open (or close) passages in stone walls, and conceal items inside doorless alcoves. There is potential to use this directly in an offensive capacity, but he is not powerful enough at this time)

Clothing & Armour:

Keystone currently armors himself with a masterwork, reinforced leather long coat (described in detail, below), and a pair of well constructed dwarfcraft bracers (covered with black cloth wrappings).

Main/Native attire: Riveted grey canvas pants with several pockets, suspenders, off-white buttoned laborers’ shirt, a careworn mid-long black wool coat, tooled leather fingerless gloves, and large, black, steel-toed hobnail boots. Nothing appears new but everything well taken care of.

Alternate/Monk: Black and grey Xiang Monk's attire including loose-fitting pants, high black boots, tooled leather fingerless gloves, and a sleeveless monk's robe, hooded. Robe is long, has occasional splashes of color, and lots of frog buttons. A belt with two carrying pouches and a wide, conical hat round out his visible wardrobe. Occasionally wears a large conical Shou hat.

Two bandoleers holding six kunai each are visible about his torso.

Weapons:
Brass Knuckles (+2 damage per attack, all damage is considered permanent, not temporary, otherwise counts as unarmed)
The Black Knuckles (as Brass Knuckles, but +2 hit/+3 damage, described in detail below)
Unarmed (1d6+8, ¾ dmg temporary (1d6+10 with Brass Knuckles, 1d6+11 with Black)) -THAC0: 12 (11)
Kunai, 12 (as dagger, below)
Dagger, 2 (1d4 +5 dmg, standard)-THAC0: 16, 14 if thrown

Note: THAC0 and damage listed just above do not take into account Elemental Connection bonuses.

Items:

-One leather and canvas working apron, lots of places for cutlery and tools to be safely tucked out of the way. Can be rolled up and carried as a tool kit. Includes various sharp items suitable for preparing a remarkable dining experience.
-Two average quality knives, useful for fighting or utility. Kept in his pack.
-Twelve Kunai, blackened steel with ring pommels. Kept 6 each in bandoleers, worn on his person.
-Two Brass Knuckles, sized appropriately for his above-average size hands. Runes inlayed into the metal, he is unsure what they mean.
-The Black Knuckles, custom masterwork Dwarfcraft knuckle dusters (described below).
-Fighting Monk's Attire (described above, with three spares each)
-Good quality clothing, stowed in his pack, (described above)
-One large covered cast-iron pan. Suitable for all his covered cast-iron needs.
-Shou cooking staples (addition to rations) and small wares
-Personal cooking staples (addition to rations) and small wares
-Packaged tea, black, 5 lbs
-Travelers Pack, large
-Traveler’s Rations, five weeks
-Rope, silk, 15.25 meters (about 50 ft), 3
-Grappling hook
-Waterskin, large, 3
-Stash of decent liquor: Whisky, Shochu, Plum Wine, Dwarven Spirits
-Tent, basic
-Tarp, large canvas, oiled
-Flint/Steel
-Whetstone
-Steel Mirror
-Needles & thread
-Bedroll
-Small Bag of Graveyard Dirt (paladin, few handfuls)

-The Welder’s Bracers (magical forearm protection, described below)
-Reverin's Ring (unidentified magical item)
-Dagger (unidentified magical item, minor enchantment, back of belt)
-Glith's Sword (??? - heavy two-hander, spirit prison)
-Schizophrenic spirit lady(?) in his head, answers to Kaylee

Gold:
183 Platinum (100 in Avar's care), 32 Gold

Animals:
Heavy Horse, fully tacked and bagged (x2)

Biography:

History:
Born Johnathon Keystone, our protagonist spent his early years pursuing an unwanted education in the School of Hard Knocks. Born to a poor family with an absent father, Johnathon did whatever was needed to take care of his mother, the one point of warmth in an otherwise chilly existence. She taught him to read and write, cook, and take care of himself. Even as a child, he was tall and broad, and quick-witted if not learned (in a formal sense). Subtlety and tact took a backseat, as did matters or etiquette. He is polite in his own way, but growing up in a slum surrounded by others trying to survive day to day stunted his social growth quite a bit. What friends he had generally referred to him by his last name (a practice he continued into adulthood), or sometimes “The Big Guy with the Angry Mug”. Everyone knew who they meant. Sometimes they’d just point. Effect remained the same; people got nervous and twitchy.

A break in his life came when, upon nearing adulthood, Johnathon joined an underground boxing organization. Bareknuckle and oftentimes illegal, there were few rules and fewer that were actually enforced. It was a fine time for him - learning from many different types of combatants, then beating a lot of them silly. The money was okay. When there wasn’t a fight lined up, he made a modest but regular base income bouncing at taverns. When he wasn’t doing either, he trained.

Life in the slums. It’s no picnic, but at least it was home. Until he figured out his next career move, he had to go back to what he knew best. His mother had sadly passed away a year before, but the money he kept sending her (almost all of his earnings) allowed her to finalize the purchase of the building in which they had lived. No prize and in need of repair, but it was his. He still had to eat, however, and the only thing he was ever really good at was cracking skulls. He quickly settled into a life of muscle work, mostly tavern bouncing and underground brawling.

This was not the existence of a man who was going to do anything else with his life. This was the end of progress, a slow decay of dying dreams. Maybe then he could do something meaningful with his life, maybe join the Royal Army. Maybe a better fighter than he would end it for him. Maybe he’d get a blade to his back. Sometimes it seemed merciful. Here was the catch, though – he was fully grown, but he kept getting stronger. Tougher, too, able to take brutal punishment and keep in the fray. These maybes began to look less credible. Still, his soul felt empty.

John did have one love that made his life bearable, however. He learned to cook from his mother. No master chef, certainly, and zero formal education, but he became a very talented cook with a penchant for collecting various kitchen odds and ends. The only time he would smile, and he really would, was when the oven opened to fresh baked bread and the pot above steamed with the aroma of stewed lamb. Or dumplings. Or whatever he could afford to put in the pot that week. The vast majority of the time, there was only one place set at the table, and one cup filled. He lacked companionship and purpose.

Perhaps now, it was time to walk the path of an Adventurer.

What he doesn’t know:
His life has been carefully monitored since his childhood by the Lords of Elemental Earth. They have not chosen mortal champions in a very long time, and are giving attention to Humanity for this purpose. Looking into his heart, they feel that he may be worthy. He is, despite his outward personality, kind and protective, with a sense of ethical flexibility and duty. He is also patient, tactical, and ruthlessly effective, also qualities of value.

It is not necessarily the case that he will get the job. His life of despair and turmoil have given him some psychological flaws that can render him less than stable. For the time being, if any more favors are bestowed on him, they will be rare and gradual. One day, if he survives long enough, he will be formally acquainted with his elemental benefactors.

Anything else of importance:

Kit bonuses:
-Free specialization in unarmed combat form
-Free NWP of Blindfighting, Endurance, or Running
-No penalty associated with attacking an armed opponent or creature with natural weapons, similarly no advantage given to the armed opponent or creature with natural weapons for attacking the unarmed PC.

Kit hindrances:
-Must start play from Low social class/starting funds reduced by half
-Charisma effectively lowered by 1 when dealing with middle class that knows his profession
-Charisma effectively lowered by 2 when dealing with upper class that knows his profession
(If pressed, he may let on that he is a Fighting Monk to avoid difficulties with the gentry)

Note:
Advanced martial arts rules recommended for this kit

One proficiency slot unused

Armor Rules:
As a Fighter class, he can use any armor. If character is encumbered by said armor (considered restrictive or over 185 lbs total weight) he loses martial arts bonuses to AC and techniques based on movement or quick action. Using armor of any type (excluding magical protection provided by various bracers, rings, or other items) will negate the Ironskin technique.

Fun Fact: Invented Instant Ramen during his travels in Faerun.

Fun Fact: Has prepared and consumed Hell Hound. It tasted just a bit like sulphur and cumin.

The Welder's Bracers

History/Information

This legendary item was forged by Iron Thorgood, a dwarven smith of the old Delzoun clan, to aid with his work and combat against the many dangers a dwarf faces underground. Made from the finest dwarven metals and richly decorated with gold and gems, the bracers seem ornamental and functionless at first. Someone has ruined a part of the engraving to scratch a broken Common word into the bracers, reading: 'Arcos'. Upon reciting the scribbled word, the gloves come to life with electrical energy, increasing the wielder's hand speed and having a small chance of shocking whomever or whatever the wielder hits with an unarmed hand. This power has some unintended side effects, as the wearer will act as a lightning rod of sorts for any nearby lightning sources, greatly increasing the chance of being hit by lightning outdoors, and taking more damage from lightning based magic.

Above the damaged part of the engraving you can see there is an ancient Dwarven inscription, much longer and more complicated than the simple command word. Even with your dwarfish, you can't quite make out what it says. Perhaps a language expert or an old dwarf could help you translate the inscription?

Protection: Forearms, magical plate armour protection.

Effects:

- Small chance of shocking target if hit unarmed
- 25% speed increase for arms/hands while worn
- More likely to be struck by natural and magical lightning
- Take more damage from lightning.

For Later

(As you can see, this is a special item, and it comes with a little bonus sidequest you can attempt sometime...or not. That inscription might be the key to unlocking more magical properties of the gloves, or it might just be more flavour text.)

The Black Knuckles

These knuckle dusters appear to be thick and heavy, fashioned from a dark, gleaming metal that seems to drain the light around them. Each ring is adorned with a small blunt spike and the piece is supported by a T-shaped brace. The only marks on the smooth metal are the crude initials 'AR' located on the flat back of the brace.

The Black Knuckles are fashioned from an alloy of secret Dwarven knowledge, though it has physical qualities similar to both Adamantine and Ebonite. Additionally, they seem to absorb sound to a degree, remaining quiet even when striking metal with considerable force.

They are considered Masterwork/Dwarvencraft and are unadorned, remaining simple, brutal, and effective without need for decoration.

Keystone's Coat

Masterwork, customized armor. It is a long, leather coat with segmented, hardened sections making this truly armor worthy attire. Despite its construction, it is non-bulky and as easy to move in as standard leather armor. Its protective quality is equal to chain mail, at a quarter of the weight. It reinforces at the ribcage, thighs, shoulders, upper arms, forearms, and has a column of wide chevron pieces protecting the back and spine. It features an attached hood, similarly reinforced with hardened leather with a mask-like section to protect his face from the nose down. It does not restrict his movement or perception in any way, and can be repaired easily by any standard leatherworker. The whole armor is easy to don and remove, taking only the time required to fasten three buckles.

Game terms: This is master crafted armor, fitted for a very muscular human standing six and a half feet tall. It counts as a non-magical Hide Armor +1, conferring a base AC of 5 (equal to standard chain mail). Because of its masterwork construction, it is non-bulky and does not give the minor penalties for dexterity or movement associated with standard Hide Armor.

It is suitable for enchantment.

[Stiggmata]

Tarver Thornfarrow

Name: Tarver Thornfarrow
Age: 24
Class: Thief
Gender: Male
Length(preferably in meters): 1.01 Meters (3 ft 4in, or 101.6 cm)
Race: Halfling
Racial benefits: +1 Dex, +1 Charisma

Stats:
STR(Strength): 12
DEX(Dexterity): 18
CON(Constitution): 12
INT(Intelligence): 14
WIS(Wisdom): 5
CHR(Charisma): 17

Skills:
Stealth - 60
Archery - 50
Athletics - 50
Thievery - 70
Streetwise - 30
Bluff - 50
Acrobatics - 60
Perception - 60
Language: Common - 85
Language: Halfling - 100
Riding - 65

Abilities:

Sneak Attack - If a thief can catch an opponent when he is unable to defend himself effectively from her attack, he can strike a vital spot for extra damage.

Uncanny Dodge - A thief can react to danger before his senses would normally allow him to do so. He retains his Dexterity bonus to AC (if any) even if he is caught flat-footed or struck by an invisible attacker

Search - Thieves can use the “Search” skill to locate traps, or to just search an object or area in general. (You generally must be within 10 feet of the object or surface to be searched.)

Defensive Roll - The thief can roll with a potentially lethal blow to take less damage from it than he otherwise would. Once per day, when he would be reduced to 0 or fewer hit points by damage in combat (from a weapon or other blow, not a spell or special ability), the thief can attempt to roll with the damage.

Armour:
Tattered Leather Armour Set (8 AC)

Weapons:
Dagger(1d4) - Nicknamed “Venom” this dagger has a special groove forged into the curved blade. This groove holds a large amount of poison in a reservoir near the hilt. Tarver stole this dagger from an ancient burial site near his homeland.

Shortbow(1d8) - Standard shortbow, found in most bowyer shops in most cities

Items: Quiver w/ 30 arrows, Backpack, Journal, 3 Leather Belt Pouches, lockpick set, quill and ink, torch, flint and steel, 1 large waterskin, 1 small waterskin, Cured Meat(2 days worth), 5 vials of snake poison.

Gold: 183 GP

Biography:

Tarver Thornfarrow was born in Amn, also known as the “Merchant’s Domain”. It was a tremendously wealthy nation in West Faerun. Through it run Important trade routes to Calimshan and Baldur's Gate, as well as colonial ports in the Moonshaes and Chult. It’s population, mostly Human with a large minority population of halflings, was historically in the range of 3 million.

Tarver spent most of his childhood in the capital, Athkatla(“The City of Coin”)... learning the family trade. The Thornfarrows come from a long line of master thieves. His father was as dedicated as they come, taking 6 or sometimes 7 days a week to instruct Tarver. At the age of 17 Tarver’s mother was caught stealing a massive gem from a local official. She was sentenced to Death and executed later that month.

After his mother’s death, Tarver, as well as his father were stricken with grief. They did everything they could to keep their mind occupied. Nothing was helping, Tarver knew he could not stay in Amn any longer. He must leave this place, and seek a better life for himself… for his mother.

Since deciding to leave his homeland, Tarver has Wandered many continents, searching for something better, and stealing valuable things along the way.

[KRIEEEG]

Almost done.

IN PROGRESS

Name: Hoggar
Age: Unknown
Class: Ranger
Gender: Male
Length: 2,10 (7'0")
Race: Quaggoth
Appearance:

Appearance

Stats:
STR 18+2 20
DEX 16 16
CON 17+1 18
INT 7-2 5
WIS 12-1 11
CHR 6-1 5

Spells: N/A

Skills:

Stealth (75)
Poison Making (50)
Archery (75)
Intimidation (65)
Climbing (60)

Language, Commom (90) - Can't read
Language, Dwarf (60) - Can't read

Abilities:

Abilities

Sneak Attack: When catching an enemy off-guard or otherwise incapacitated, Hoggar is able to inflict a blow into a vital point of his target, dealing bonus damage and instantly killing weaker enemies. It also halves his current THAC0 for one attack.

Pounce: Hoggar is able to silently leap over great distances, possibly using a melee attack either mid air or at arrival. This melee attack can be a sneak attack if Hoggar is undetected.

Tracking: Years as a hunter have given Hoggar the ability to track his prey while in the nature. This includes seeing clues as footsteps, broken sticks, hearing or smelling.

Traits:

Traits

Bestial Origins: Despite the preference for daggers and bows, Hoggar claws and teeth are as deadly as any weapon. Also grants boosted stamina and endurance, as well as fast recovery from flesh wounds. This also affects his diet, as he is able to eat any meat without secondary effect, be it raw or rotten. However, he can't eat any kind of plants, berries, fruits or nuts.

Thick Fur: Hoggar's fur combined with his hard hide grant him extra protection against all kinds of attacks. He naturally has an AC of 7 against any kind of attacks and against slashing attacks his AC is improved to 5. However, Hoggar can't wear anything heavier than a regular leather armor, that must be custom made for his body.

Domesticated: Hoggar is able to quickly learn new abilities is properly trained, however, he is not likely to learn any new ability on his own.

Poison Resistance: As all of his species, Hoggar has a natural resistance to poison. This does not make him invulnerable, but makes the effects so drastically reduced that nothing but the most potent poisons can impose a threat to him.

Armour

Light Leather Armor (1 AC):

Description

A light weight Leather Armour, custom made for Hoggar given to him by his former master/father.
It consists of a leather chest piece, two bracers and a set of leg padding that doubles as shorts.
Overall, it's a poorly worked piece of leather that offers just a little protection.

Hooded Cloth Tunic (0 AC):

My Hider

Simple Cloth tunic with a hood to cover his appearance.

Weapons

Long Dagger (1d6+5) THAC0 15
Light Crossbow (1d6+Bolt Damage) THAC0 12
Blowgun (1d2+Dart Damage) THAC0 13
Claws (1d4+5) THAC0 10
Fangs (2d6+6) THAC0 12

Consumables

30 Handmade Bolts (3 damage):
70% of chance of being destroyed on impact, 50% chance of being lost or destroyed when missing the target.
Destroyable: When destroyed after hitting a target, leaves shards inside the target, dealing small amounts of damage whenever the target moves the affected area.
Innacurate: Increases weapon THAC0 by 2 points on long ranges.

10 Solid Steel Bolts (11 damage):
10% chance of being deformed uppon impact with metal armor, 0% chance of being destroyed. 20% chance of being lost when missing the target.
Heavy Projectile: Extremely short range (10 meters).
High Impact: Halt enemy movement and slows for a short duration unless a physical resistance check is passed.

25 Darts (2 damage):
50% chance of being destroyed on hit or lost on miss.
Small Projectile: Sneak attacks can't be fatal with darts on anything but small animals.
Bright Colored: Depending on how much the color of the dart's body stands out against the environment, the risk of losing it is halved.
Poison Deliver: Darts can retain poison effects for longer periods of time.

10 Slowing Poison (injury/ingestion):
Slows down all of the target's movement, reducing his AC, Movement Speed and THAC0 by a considerable amount for a short period of time.
Ingredients: Snake Poison, Yeast Fungi, Powdered Dried Apple Seeds.
Crafting Time: 6 days.

5 Sleep Poison (injury/ingestion):
Puts the target into a deep sleep as long as he is not into a heavy stress situation before the poison is delivered. The target will awake if exposed to any damage or extremely loud noises.
Ingredients: Fermented Powdered Shrooms, Powdered Dried Apple Seeds, Berry Flowers.
Crafting Time: 2 weeks.

Other Stuff

Dark Cape, grants a bonus to Stealth at night or in generally dark areas.
2 Spare Crossbow Strings.
1 Poison storing belt.
1 Quiver.
Gold: 50 Gold pieces, 50 Silver pieces

Biography:

Biography

Fiften years ago:
A small group of adventurers that met in a random tavern accepted a quest from a complete stranger. Little did they knew that this quest would lead them into the Underdark. Unfortunately, they were not prepared for what was to come.
After a member of the party died to a giant spider, a heated discussion began between the two barbarians leading the party over who would get the batleaxe of the fallen member. Such noise brought them unwanted attention from Drows and their servants: the berserking bears called Quaggoth.
The Quaggoths, incited by the Drows, chased the party out of the Underdark into the open following them into a forest, in which the whole party was completely slaughtered.
After the blood bath, the Quaggoth group calmly returned to their lair. All but one.
A small baby Quaggoth had followed the attacking group all the way into the depts of the forest, only to be left back at the end of the assault. Alone and with no idea on how to survive in such an environment, the little quaggoth was left for his own faith.
After 2 days starving, the baby was found by an old druid, self called protector of the forest. The druid, named of Ol'Gath, rose the baby, now named Hoggar, who he would raise as son.

Half a decade ago:
Hoggar completed his tenth year. Trained by Ol'Gath as a Ranger, he became extremely familiar with nature, thriving amidst densily packed trees, swamps, riverbeds and any kind of natural setting, he had truly became one with nature.