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D&D 3.5e - The Marches of the Savage Realm

Kill vermin?...

The Goliath listened to the words of the priest, arching an eyebrow at the mention of their task, which seemed more a mockery of their troupe and skillset than anything real. She wanted to speak up as to dismiss such a thing for a joke and inquire of their actual appointed task. One that, perhaps that would challenge their combat prowess instead of make them feel as though they were glorified exterminators of small garden creatures.

Does he not realize the large, muscular woman was trained as a warrior, fending their community from invaders?

Pride set aside, in retrospect, Vah'lux had seen very little combat outside of training, and gladiatorial bloodsport, so perhaps this was exactly the type of beginnings Kavaki had deemed appropriate for redemption.

She simply nodded in acknowledgement to the priest’s words, curious however, as to what said "creatures of the wood" were like. However, what piqued her attention was the very matter-of-fact tone of the Elf and their comment with regard to the welfare of the creatures. There was truth in her words, and while a Goliath did their best to protect those natural wonders that were unable to protect themselves, there was still a task to be completed nevertheless. No one had to like it, but it was what must be done.

"Then a hunt it is." Vah'lux spoke with a confidence of one who knew the hunt all too well, with the massive glaive standing tall and strong, clenched in her hand.

Post a random fact about yourself.

<Snipped quote by Xandrya>

*slowly scratches your name off my PEOPLE-I-NEED-TO-REAR-CHOKE list*

Boo-fucking-hoo.

@Chasebloodcrest

You can always choke me. I think my schedule will allow it.

As for a fact: For the first time, I signed up for a "zombie run" coming up in a couple of months and I question wtf I was thinking.

Cancelled.

Thanks @Heat! I cleaned up the sheet a bit and then moved it over to the CS tab

Cancelled.

Niobe V’nyza

Alias: Niobe V’nyza
Actual Name: ::CLASSIFIED::

Species: Chiss

Gender: F

Age: 19

Cover Occupation: Slicer / Tech / Holoforger
Actual Occupation: Imperial Operative - specializes in network security and counterintelligence.

Apparel:
Form-fitting street attire by the younger “alternative” crowd standards within the Undercity, in mostly unremarkable colors while undercover, which could consist of a jacket with many small and hidden pockets, dark gray cargo capris, and black boots that are light and durable for physical activity, reinforced sole for grip on various surfaces.

Weapons:
▷A180 Blaster Pistol which she has since customized, and stores in her apartments lockbox.
▷ Small vibroknife: Concealed within jacket interior pocket. Claims to be used as a "techie tool".

Equipment:
▷ Wrist datapad - pulls up holos for system diagnostics and/or slicing.
▷ Data Spikes (Slicer Gear)
▷ Data Breaker (Slicer Gear)
▷ Small Techie Toolkit (rear tool pouch)

Skills:
▷ Low Light Vision: Chiss can see twice as far as a normal human in poor lighting conditions
▷ Above average dexterity.
▷ Athletic
▷ Photographic memory
▷ Systems programming, slicing, and repair knowledge.
▷ Hologram forging

Imperial Academy Combat Training:
▷ Small firearms handling and cleaning
▷ Close-quarter melee training (small blades)
▷ Unarmed combat

Flaws:
▷ Obsessive Compulsive Disorder: She likes things the way she likes things, and there is very little you can do to dissuade her otherwise.
▷ Nightmares: New or recurring, usually dealing with her time in training, or perhaps something near-traumatic that happened while undercover. Either way, it makes it tough to get a decent night’s rest, which in-turn causes fatigue unless taken care of.
▷ Painkiller addiction: After a serious training accident, her dependency became greater.

Personality:
Niobe is quiet, polite, courteous, and well spoken in her mannerisms, yet fairly reserved when not being spoken to directly. Overall, she exudes confidence in her work life, but never attempts to flaunt or boast, leaving the accolades for others to revel in. However, don’t ever mistake her friendly disposition with weakness, as she will quickly remind you otherwise. Generally she has a good relationship (both business and casual) within Imperial Intelligence and amongst her contacts in the Undercity.

However, she does have trust issues at times, especially with those she feels are not quite up front with her, and along the corrupt landscape, that could be a very long list.

Goals:
Her primary objective, given by Imperial Intelligence since day one, was to find and expose Rebel threats to those corporations under Imperial influence on Coruscant.

Backstory:
If you were to ask Niobe about her career path as a child, she would have responded with a simple, "Control", as that had been the mentality of her people for as far back as the Chiss have been in existence. And of course, with the Ascendency, it allowed them full control of just about anything imaginable within their own governing areas. But what had been the most difficult for the young girl growing up on Coruscant to loyalist parents who lived only by the strictest rules for child upbringing, was the lack of freedom that came with said control. She felt the call to go beyond the sight of what her mother and father could see, and perhaps be so much more.

It was the year 23 BBY, and Kyrsi, the sole child of a Chiss couple living on Coruscant was born, albeit, living under the guidance of her people’s laws and customs, but carefully watched and scrutinized by top Imperial echelons who controlled many corporate entities on the planet. Her parents -both science and technology professionals- first traveled from the Unknown Regions to Coruscant years prior to help establish security protocols within the Corporate Sector, specifically those companies that held Imperial interests. Along with their daughter, the family had privileges most alien races did not have within most territory that the Empire had vested shares, namely educational institutions, medical care, and exploratory sectors. So with that, the child had the best education offered on Coruscant, which coupled history-rich Chiss culture and the highest of Imperial standards. In a word, she was slowly being indoctrinated into an Empire she knew little about.

Fast-forward many years, as the Clone Wars and various skirmishes throughout the galaxy come and go, and the beginning of what was considering the new Galactic Empire begins to reform societies everywhere. Whispers of warriors called “Jedi” spring up and are then snuffed out by opposing forces, making much of the younger generation to believe they are but a myth.

At about this time, Kyrsi, well into late adolescence, decided to join the Imperial Navy, if for no other reason, than to escape her narrow-minded parents. However, being a simple science and technology major would not have done her aptitude justice, as test scores indicated a career within the Intelligence branch of the Navy was a sure thing, specifically within the network security and counterintelligence divisions. However, as with all new recruits, she still had to go through basic training and survive long enough for weeks or months on end before they would even consider moving on to the next phases.

Time passed, and while the young Chiss adapted exceptionally well to the mental and psychological exercises and challenges, the physical aspects of her training gave her quite a hard time, but regardless, she pushed through well enough. Being one of the very few alien races -and the only Chiss- in her class, peer pressure and adversity sprung up as it typically would in an otherwise xenophobic environment. The Empire had its positive and negatives, but the people within were somehow led to believe that humanity was the superior race, which, as you could imagine, sowed discourse within the ranks. If being a woman in a male-dominated field wasn’t tough enough, being a blue-skinned woman with red glowing eyes certainly didn’t help the situation.

But regardless, past the name-calling, the whispers just out of earshot, and constant public humiliation, Kyrsi graduated at the top of her class with honors in the security and intelligence fields, and was the last to laugh at many of her classmates misfortunes. Small victories were still victories after all.

The inevitable happened, and she was placed within one of corporations her parents worked for, tasked with overseeing the network security division, which protected Imperial interest from the prying eyes of outsiders. As a byproduct, both slicing and holoforging was an essential skill acquired during her training in order to understand what it was she was trying to protect the Empire from. As attempts to penetrate several Imperial controlled corporations became more widespread, at eighteen years of age, the Chiss specialist was chosen to go into deep cover in the Undercity to find the sources, report them, and take care of the issue from within.

She was then given a new identity, a CorSec criminal record, list of contacts and assets to use, and essentially, a new life to live within the belly of Coruscant contracted as a "tech specialist" for a few nightclubs.

It has been one year.

Cancelled.

@Heat, for your review.

I'll also work on cleaning up the format when I can.

Niobe V’nyza | Slicer | Undercover Imperial Intelligence Agent

Alias: Niobe V’nyza
Actual Name: ::CLASSIFIED::

Species: Chiss

Gender: F

Age: 19

Cover Occupation: Slicer / Tech / Holofoger
Actual Occupation: Imperial Operative - specializes in network security and counterintelligence.

Apparel:
Form-fitting street attire by the younger “alternative” crowd standards within the Undercity, in mostly unremarkable colors while undercover, which could consist of a jacket with many small and hidden pockets, dark gray cargo capris, and black boots that are light and durable for physical activity, reinforced sole for grip on various surfaces.

Weapons:
▷A180 Blaster Pistol which she has since customized, and stores in her apartments lockbox.
▷ Small vibroknife: Concealed within jacket interior pocket. Claims to be used as a "techie tool".

Equipment:
▷ Wrist datapad - pulls up holos for system diagnostics and/or slicing.
▷ Data Spikes (Slicer Gear)
▷ Data Breaker (Slicer Gear)
▷ Small Techie Toolkit (rear tool pouch)

Skills:
▷ Low Light Vision: Chiss can see twice as far as a normal human in poor lighting conditions
▷ Above average dexterity.
▷ Athletic
▷ Photographic memory
▷ Systems programming, slicing, and repair knowledge.
▷ Hologram forging

Imperial Academy Combat Training:
▷ Small firearms handling and cleaning
▷ Close-quarter melee training (small blades)
▷ Unarmed combat

Flaws:
▷ Obsessive Compulsive Disorder: She likes things the way she likes things, and there is very little you can do to dissuade her otherwise.
▷ Nightmares: New or recurring, usually dealing with her time in training, or perhaps something near-traumatic that happened while undercover. Either way, it makes it tough to get a decent night’s rest, which in-turn causes fatigue unless taken care of.
▷ Painkiller addiction: After a serious training accident, her dependency became greater.

Personality:
Niobe is quiet, polite, courteous, and well spoken in her mannerisms, yet fairly reserved when not being spoken to directly. Overall, she exudes confidence in her work life, but never attempts to flaunt or boast, leaving the accolades for others to revel in. However, don’t ever mistake her friendly disposition with weakness, as she will quickly remind you otherwise. Generally she has a good relationship (both business and casual) within Imperial Intelligence and amongst her contacts in the Undercity.

However, she does have trust issues at times, especially with those she feels are not quite up front with her, and along the corrupt landscape, that could be a very long list.

Goals:
Her primary objective, given by Imperial Intelligence since day one, was to find and expose Rebel threats to those corporations under Imperial influence on Coruscant.

Backstory:
If you were to ask Niobe about her career path as a child, she would have responded with a simple, "Control", as that had been the mentality of her people for as far back as the Chiss have been in existence. And of course, with the Ascendency, it allowed them full control of just about anything imaginable within their own governing areas. But what had been the most difficult for the young girl growing up on Coruscant to loyalist parents who lived only by the strictest rules for child upbringing, was the lack of freedom that came with said control. She felt the call to go beyond the sight of what her mother and father could see, and perhaps be so much more.

It was the year 23 BBY, and Kyrsi, the sole child of a Chiss couple living on Coruscant was born, albeit, living under the guidance of her people’s laws and customs, but carefully watched and scrutinized by top Imperial echelons who controlled many corporate entities on the planet. Her parents -both science and technology professionals- first traveled from the Unknown Regions to Coruscant years prior to help establish security protocols within the Corporate Sector, specifically those companies that held Imperial interests. Along with their daughter, the family had privileges most alien races did not have within most territory that the Empire had vested shares, namely educational institutions, medical care, and exploratory sectors. So with that, the child had the best education offered on Coruscant, which coupled history-rich Chiss culture and the highest of Imperial standards. In a word, she was slowly being indoctrinated into an Empire she knew little about.

Fast-forward many years, as the Clone Wars and various skirmishes throughout the galaxy come and go, and the beginning of what was considering the new Galactic Empire begins to reform societies everywhere. Whispers of warriors called “Jedi” spring up and are then snuffed out by opposing forces, making much of the younger generation to believe they are but a myth.

At about this time, Kyrsi, well into late adolescence, decided to join the Imperial Navy, if for no other reason, than to escape her narrow-minded parents. However, being a simple science and technology major would not have done her aptitude justice, as test scores indicated a career within the Intelligence branch of the Navy was a sure thing, specifically within the network security and counterintelligence divisions. However, as with all new recruits, she still had to go through basic training and survive long enough for weeks or months on end before they would even consider moving on to the next phases.

Time passed, and while the young Chiss adapted exceptionally well to the mental and psychological exercises and challenges, the physical aspects of her training gave her quite a hard time, but regardless, she pushed through well enough. Being one of the very few alien races -and the only Chiss- in her class, peer pressure and adversity sprung up as it typically would in an otherwise xenophobic environment. The Empire had its positive and negatives, but the people within were somehow led to believe that humanity was the superior race, which, as you could imagine, sowed discourse within the ranks. If being a woman in a male-dominated field wasn’t tough enough, being a blue-skinned woman with red glowing eyes certainly didn’t help the situation.

But regardless, past the name-calling, the whispers just out of earshot, and constant public humiliation, Kyrsi graduated at the top of her class with honors in the security and intelligence fields, and was the last to laugh at many of her classmates misfortunes. Small victories were still victories after all.

The inevitable happened, and she was placed within one of corporations her parents worked for, tasked with overseeing the network security division, which protected Imperial interest from the prying eyes of outsiders. As a byproduct, both slicing and holoforging was an essential skill acquired during her training in order to understand what it was she was trying to protect the Empire from. As attempts to penetrate several Imperial controlled corporations became more widespread, at eighteen years of age, the Chiss specialist was chosen to go into deep cover in the Undercity to find the sources, report them, and take care of the issue from within.

She was then given a new identity, a CorSec criminal record, list of contacts and assets to use, and essentially, a new life to live within the belly of Coruscant contracted as a "tech specialist" for a few nightclubs.

It has been one year.

Heya!

Welcome to the Guild

D&D 3.5e - The Marches of the Savage Realm

Countless time passed on her knees against the cool stone of the temple floor, and it seemed the recollection of the day that would never be forgotten continued to haunt her prayer and meditation efforts. Thoughts that inevitably continued to trace back to her encampment, the attack, and the brutal slaying of her family in one fell swoop by the Orc invaders. Each mental vision replayed the same scenarios as though it were a moving picture of sorts with no end. And the human boy, who Vah’lux so foolishly trusted enough that lead to her tribes destruction and captivity. Perhaps it hadn’t been the fault of the Orcs after all, but the Goliath herself, heeding the call of a moral obligation to assist the human in need. It was a heart to serve an outsider that became the worst sin of all in her eyes.

“Kavaki forgive me...”

It was all the woman could muster under her breath as held back tears streamed down darkened and scarred cheeks. It was a prayer that had been repeated time and time again, even as she sat behind the iron bars of her prison in Thraadum for many years; bloodied, beaten, ashamed, and lacking any real hope. But she never once forsook the deities of her people, those who have kept their promises to strengthen the Goliath, and to lift them up above the turmoil once again. However, such promises also took an immense amount of patience and faith, even in the face of adversity.

Vah’lux allowed a deep breath to be released as she rose to her feet, opening her eyes once more to the interior of the temple, glancing at the others as they went about their time alone. The incense permeating throughout facilitated a calm atmosphere, striping away whatever anxieties may have erupted within the Goliath’s mind from the unknown. A smile did manage to form, however, as she noticed what remained of her gear and weapons was placed near the other side of the room, and propped against an adjacent wall due its sheer size, her glaive; it’s blade glistening in the ambient lighting. She promptly walked over to check and gather the three reinforced steel javelins which had been secured with cloth and rope, and a hand axe that she placed into a leather loop along her waist. Her large fingers curled around the glaive once more, and a wave of satisfaction washed over her knowing that this was the very weapon of an Orc who never deserved to live in the first place.

“Thank you.” The towering woman nodded toward the young priest, holding a clenched fist against her chest as a gesture of respect and appreciation.

Musings n' Dreams

but will never
lose the pieces.

I will always
see the picture
that they create,
and my hands
bloody, cracked,
trembling, and tired,
will never stop
fumbling to put
them back together.

D&D 3.5e - The Marches of the Savage Realm

Reddenbarrow.

The name meant nothing to the Goliath, but why would it in a land she knew very little about anyway? Her thoughts had never left the beauty of the snow-capped mountainous regions to the North, land that was peaceful, fertile, and full of more life in a square meter than the entirety of what she had seen thus far.

As she continued the journey further along the path, the judgmental stares could be felt as tension in the air made it thick and toxic. Men, old and young, unsure of just what abomination has been released within their small town. Women, averting their gazes out of shame for laying eyes on such creatures. Children. Vah’lux watched on either side of the road as several were ushered back into their homes or huddled behind a loved one as the Goliath passed by. But it wasn’t hate or disgust in the eyes of a youngling. No. Their minds were yet to be consumed by prejudice of that sort. Rather, it was wonderment and curiosity that kept their stares as to say to themselves, ”There really are others different from us in the world…”

Vah’lux often wondered why she cared about such things though, especially the welfare of a race who cared nothing for her or her people. Even the existence of the Goliath was lost on the younger generations of humanity, as certain aspects of history and culture outside their own simply dwindled to myths or ghost stories. But looking into the far-off faces of the young children shielded by the unknown, caused the pseudo-giant to simply pity them above all.

They will only end up as their blind parents have become. A vicious cycle indeed.

As the group stopped at the mouth of the old temple, Vah'lux couldn't help but wonder how often it was used, and how strong the faith of the people was to have allowed such a building to crumble with time. The comment from the Wild Elf soon after they arrived elicited a simple nod in agreement from the woman. While Vah’lux wasn’t opposed to being housed in a temple meant for a human god, it wasn’t the same, and yet her faith still held as such, that she was confident the deities of the Goliath people would hear her prayers. She followed behind the others, having to duck quite a bit in order to clear the doorway before entering the sanctuary.

Thankfully, there was time given to reflect, and reflect she did, staying near the back away from the others and kneeling to honor and humble herself before Kavaki and Manethak, for allowing her to live yet another day. Her purpose had not yet been revealed as clearly as she had hoped, but it seemed the wheels were in motion.

They weren't going to die. At least not that day.

"Crisis of Confidence" and Suggestions on Defeating the Presumably Undefeatable.

@LegendBegins thank you for the wonderful feedback :)

I would agree that "Just showing up" is probably the hardest move for those of us who tend to get stuck in one place by lack of confidence in ourselves.

We will constantly tell ourselves "Why bother?" when in fact we should be asking "Why the hell not?".