Dread

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I work as a substitute teacher. I love it when a class decides they are going to have a little "fun" with the sub. I am old and know how to turn that table over pretty damn quick.

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When the Dragon War Came

“Ah yes...” The young man popped the last bit of the buttered sweetroll into his mouth. “Another beautiful evening in the ol’ Leaping Lamb.” His words came out rather mumbled, but it mattered very little considering he was the only one at the small corner table. Besides, when there was no other company, speaking to yourself was perfectly normal, at least by his standards. Grabbing the mug of spiced ale, he leaned back in the creaky wooden chair and kicked up his leather booted feet onto the edge of the table as though he didn't have a care in the world. Moments later, he did, however find himself with burning ears, as the slightly out of reach conversation at the table a few feet from his had something of interest within it’s context.

Tawalai Island.

Now there's a place he hadn't returned since first venturing out with the crew of the [i]Wave Skimmer[i] many years back. Its beautiful, white sandy beaches, cool seabreezes, and luscious green flora were something almost out of a dream. However, there was also a strange darkness that loomed over such beauty that didn't sit right with the boy, even while he was there. Regardless, it seemed the young blonde woman closest to him took an interest in the island and something a “mission" that would send her to that place? This was almost too easy now, considering his ship would be heading out in that direction the next morning out the way to supply drops and war relief for neighboring islands.

Of course, by time his ears picked up on just about all that was needed to be heard, the poor young man -so lost on eavesdropping- failed to noticed as the chair began falling backwards, and inevitably with it, its occupant.

“Whoa!” Aric exclaimed as he tried to counterbalance, but it was too late. While his body collapsed in one direction, his partially full mug of ale went flying in the other, unfortunately straight toward the table where the two companions sat, soaring past the girl and landing in front of the other, the remaining contents splashing over his face and chest.

Aric did his best to scramble to his feet, unaware that his mug of ale had hit anyone, as he tried turned the chair right-side-up in attempt to at least save face from such a folly. However, his eyes quickly latched onto the fact that the one at the other table was wearing the boy’s drink, and yet not enough words could really describe the shocked expression on the young man’s face. None, except for one word.

“Sorry?” Aric said with a sheepish smile, realizing this was probably a terrible first impression.

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Aric Kel’lor | Rogue

Name: Aric Kel’lor

Gender: Male

Age: 18

Race: Half-Elf

Class: Rogue

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Occupation: Primarily Head Cook on sailing vessel but also Assistant to Quartermaster on certain issues pertaining to foodstuff.

Abilities: Stealth/Subterfuge, Sleight of hand, Lockpicking, Trap sense, and Alchemy (specifically poisons)

Magic: Aric has no inherent magical abilities but rather an enchanted “Elemental Rapier” which imbues the blade with fire, ice, or electricity based on a single word in the Draconic language related to a specific element. This can only happen twice a day.

Personality: For the most part, Aric is a good kid, confident, headstrong, and doesn’t mind lending a hand to a friend or stranger. His extrovertedness can be a bit overbearing to some as he does enjoy being the center of attention, specifically when he gets to show off his swordsmanship. He’s outspoken on just about every topic that doesn’t agree with him (and will clearly let you know it), and will rarely ever “go with the flow” unless he just doesn’t care enough to swim against the current. He loves a good adventure and will almost always go searching for one if given enough freedom, especially if fortune awaits on the other side.

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Appearance: Slightly taller and leaner frame than the average human male, Aric’s facial features are defined and angular, while his timeless youthful visage leans more so toward his elven half, giving a slightly androgynous appearance if one isn’t paying much attention. His hair is dark, unkempt, generally short because who really has time to deal with long flowing locks? However, in certain less hospitable regions of the world, his slightly pointed ears tend to draw more attention than he wants, regardless of whether or not he invited the attention himself. And the scar, across the right side of his face is a reminder that even he isn’t untouchable.

History: Adopted by a lower middle-class human family, Aric had spend most of his youth exploring the mines and rocky cliffs that comprised the entirety of his home terrain, craving adventure beyond what his young eyes could see despite the growing dangers of dragon attacks. Both his parents worked as career miners and agriculturalists, helping to discover new and innovative ways of utilizing the otherwise scarce resources at their disposal as well as efficient harvesting methods. Aric, however, wanted nothing to do with that life. Call it youthful arrogance, or simply boredom over the same daily routines, but the boy could rarely go a day without mention of the “high seas". His father blamed his son's unpredictable and highly curious behavior on the elvish blood that mixed with his human, always waging an internal battle to see who'd come out on top. It seemed the nature of the elf was succeeding.

At age thirteen, with just a small bag packed, Aric made the bold choice of leaving, but without anyone's consent, sneaking onto a supply and mercenary vessel set to leave immediately. The only proof he’d not been kidnapped was a letter to his kin in which he said his goodbyes, vowing to one day return.

The boy hid as best he could, but the deception only worked for so long, and the stowaway was eventually discovered by the crew, who threatened to toss him overboard. However, the captain had other plans, and quickly put the kid to work as a “cabin boy” on just about any odd job in and around the ship to pay his way. Weeks turned into months as the ship made its way from one port to another dropping off supplies and soldiers to help with relief efforts. With each day the boy grew stronger, more nimble, and was taught not only his way around the ship, but unarmed as well as melee combat by his crew mates, who eventually warmed up to their young protege. His position took a lateral slide as he moved to the ship’s assistant cook, learning the ins and outs of hunting, catching, cleaning, and finally preparing each meal for as many crew members as it would take.

By eighteen years of age, Aric had become not only an accomplished combatant and fisherman, but cook as well, taking on the lead position and utilizing what he'd learned to assist the Quartermaster in stretching out rations and conserving water on board. He also gained the appropriate knowledge of dragons and how to effectively fight them, or at the very least, survive long enough to fight them again.

He found that his thoughts wandered from time to time on his home, hoping that both of his parents were well, but rarely had any inclination to return for good. It was the freedom of the open seas that called each day, and he answered with arms wide.

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Aric Kel’lor | Rogue

Name: Aric Kel’lor

Gender: Male

Age: 18

Race: Half-Elf

Class: Rogue

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Occupation: Primarily Head Cook on sailing vessel but also Assistant to Quartermaster on certain issues pertaining to foodstuff.

Abilities: Stealth/Subterfuge, Sleight of hand, Lockpicking, Trap sense, and Alchemy (specifically poisons)

Magic: Aric has no inherent magical abilities but rather an enchanted “Elemental Rapier” which imbues the blade with fire, ice, or electricity based on a single word in the Draconic language related to a specific element. This can only happen twice a day.

Personality: For the most part, Aric is a good kid, confident, headstrong, and doesn’t mind lending a hand to a friend or stranger. His extrovertedness can be a bit overbearing to some as he does enjoy being the center of attention, specifically when he gets to show off his swordsmanship. He’s outspoken on just about every topic that doesn’t agree with him (and will clearly let you know it), and will rarely ever “go with the flow” unless he just doesn’t care enough to swim against the current. He loves a good adventure and will almost always go searching for one if given enough freedom, especially if fortune awaits on the other side.

image

Appearance: Slightly taller and leaner frame than the average human male, Aric’s facial features are defined and angular, while his timeless youthful visage leans more so toward his elven half, giving a slightly androgynous appearance if one isn’t paying much attention. His hair is dark, unkempt, generally short because who really has time to deal with long flowing locks? However, in certain less hospitable regions of the world, his slightly pointed ears tend to draw more attention than he wants, regardless of whether or not he invited the attention himself. And the scar, across the right side of his face is a reminder that even he isn’t untouchable.

History: Adopted by a lower middle-class human family, Aric had spend most of his youth exploring the mines and rocky cliffs that comprised the entirety of his home terrain, craving adventure beyond what his young eyes could see despite the growing dangers of dragon attacks. Both his parents worked as career miners and agriculturalists, helping to discover new and innovative ways of utilizing the otherwise scarce resources at their disposal as well as efficient harvesting methods. Aric, however, wanted nothing to do with that life. Call it youthful arrogance, or simply boredom over the same daily routines, but the boy could rarely go a day without mention of the “high seas". His father blamed his son's unpredictable and highly curious behavior on the elvish blood that mixed with his human, always waging an internal battle to see who'd come out on top. It seemed the nature of the elf was succeeding.

At age thirteen, with just a small bag packed, Aric made the bold choice of leaving, but without anyone's consent, sneaking onto a supply and mercenary vessel set to leave immediately. The only proof he’d not been kidnapped was a letter to his kin in which he said his goodbyes, vowing to one day return.

The boy hid as best he could, but the deception only worked for so long, and the stowaway was eventually discovered by the crew, who threatened to toss him overboard. However, the captain had other plans, and quickly put the kid to work as a “cabin boy” on just about any odd job in and around the ship to pay his way. Weeks turned into months as the ship made its way from one port to another dropping off supplies and soldiers to help with relief efforts. With each day the boy grew stronger, more nimble, and was taught not only his way around the ship, but unarmed as well as melee combat by his crew mates, who eventually warmed up to their young protege. His position took a lateral slide as he moved to the ship’s assistant cook, learning the ins and outs of hunting, catching, cleaning, and finally preparing each meal for as many crew members as it would take.

By eighteen years of age, Aric had become not only an accomplished combatant and fisherman, but cook as well, taking on the lead position and utilizing what he'd learned to assist the Quartermaster in stretching out rations and conserving water on board. He also gained the appropriate knowledge of dragons and how to effectively fight them, or at the very least, survive long enough to fight them again.

He found that his thoughts wandered from time to time on his home, hoping that both of his parents were well, but rarely had any inclination to return for good. It was the freedom of the open seas that called each day, and he answered with arms wide.

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Oh, and as for a factoid...

I found a copy of a 2005 D&D movie on YT that I wished I had not watched last night because it was horrible in almost every sense of the word. I think the Rogue was like the only entertaining aspect :/

To whomever actually reads these:

5th is a much more streamlined game, which allows the pace to be faster, and it's great for noobs as well. Def worth a look :)