Ceridwen was somewhat lethargic in getting up to write her name down, of course, they already had her details written down somewhere. She was sure of that much. She glanced over what others had written, a fighter, two rangers and a cleric? She hoped those who hadn't already signed this thing were more fighter-y. This one guy would have a great time trying to hold the Orc hordes off from an entirely ranged party though if that wasn't the case. After her few moments of reflection, Ceridwen wrote her details down.
Ceridwen Phrys - Warlock
That was more than enough for them, no need to tell them about her patron. She wondered what this town there would be going to would be like. Hopefully not too ravaged by the war.
Before the king entered the room, everyone seemed focused on learning who everyone else was. A smart move, if they all planned on killing the others off by the end of it. But even Ceridwen wasn't dumb enough to try that during a mission for the king. Although, she hadn't completely disregarded the need to do so. She looked around, how many of them were there? Thirteen? That was too many if the king was going to try and split the cash, she could never fulfill her plans with the chump change that would result in.
It wasn't long before his royal highness entered the room, full of a certain kingly splendour, he laid out their mission. It was all simple enough, find the Orcs and kill them. Reclaim the land for its "rightful" owners. Of course, he also left the floor open to questions. The simple minded fools Ceridwen would be adventuring with clearly didn't have their priorities in order, asking of what plans the Orcs may have had at this moment in time. Each throwing out their own theories as to the answer.
She decided it time to cut in. "As much as I love these cute little theories that you all have about what the Orcs may be planning, I think you're all missing the bigger picture here. How many of us in the room? Thirteen. What's the deal here then your highness? 100,000 gold. Is that each? Or are you chump changing us and splitting it? There's a big difference there,".
“My, my, now that is a lot of gold,” Ceridwen laughed to herself, sat in her city home. It wasn't exactly the most furnished abode. She was staring at a notice one her young eyes on the street had brought her, 100,000 gold, that was too much surely. Imagine everything she could do with that kind of cash, she could hire people. Spread the word of the one true God amongst the heathens that walked this land. Or, just buy an actual bed. That would be nice too.
She stood and walked herself to the castle, same city not too far thankfully, otherwise the notice would have reached her too late. Ceridwens staff clanked against the ground, it stood taller than her by a clear head and a half. The guards looked a little concerned at her showing up. She had been known to cause… A ruckus or two within the city. She held the notice up to them as she climbed the steps to the gates, “Don't worry my sweets, not here for anything devilish today. Well, unless you include my devilish good looks,” she laughed at her own joke, going to stroke one of them on the chin, before realising that they might not see it in the same light.
The gates were splendid as always, maybe she should buy a gate. Or get an urchin to steal her some perhaps? Ah perfect there were already people here, less waiting for her. Who did they have then? A rouge, bard… A paladin? Usual tough guys. Oh. A cleric too? Of course there was. Heretics always drew themselves to adventure. Pfft pathetic. Hopefully stone rest proved to be more interesting.
Writing up my post now! Just wondering what kind of level our characters would be? I know we aren't using dice but levels seem like they would still be important because of class features?
Name: Ceridwen Phrys Nickname: Ceri Age: 29 Race: High Elf Gender: Female Class: Warlock Alignment: Lawful Evil Skills: Insight, Arcana, Nature, Intimidation. Weapons: A Birch Staff (Arcane Focus) Dagger Gear: 5 gold, 1 Electrum. Ring of Locating (Attuned wearer is always aware of the rings locations) Personality: -Beguiling -Uninterested -Passionate -Demanding -Fickle (To all apart from her Patron that is) -Incorruptible Back Story: At first all life was barren, listless, devoid of all hope. People would toil day in, day out. But what for? People would always turn to their gods, thanking them when things went right for them. But what if things went wrong? They'd throw themselves to their knees. Claiming their gods had betrayed them. Ceridwen was like this for a time, until her eyes were opened. The false gods of this plane did not help them, nor did they betray them. They did nothing but take credit for its grand designs.
It came to her in a flash of a vision. A mysterious figure, it's shape eluding, darting around the edges of her dreams. It was always there, watching her. Observing her. She could dream of anything, of loves labours, of impending apocalypse, or simply of nothing it would always be there.
At first she did not know what it was. And truth be told she still does not know. But one day it stopped hiding itself so, it revealed itself to her, a great beacon of power. It caressed her mind with its own, reached out to her with unknown knowledge. It was clear to Ceridwen that this majestic being was older than anything which she had ever known, and vastly more wise and powerful. This Great Old One as she came to classify it.
It was with the forbidden knowledge that she had been given that she set put on her own to turn the worlds views to acknowledge it. For that was its purpose. It was her protector, her guardian. Her guiding light in a world filled with darkness. She did not think of it as good, nor evil. Whichever classification it fell under she did not care. She would do anything for it, for she was its warlock and it was her patron. A bond as old as the test of time and magic itself.
Edit @7:38Pm GMT - realised I didn't go back to finish personality off. Done that now. Oops.
Sorry I haven't got a character up yet, been super sick but I'll have one up soon. Usually I gun for a bard when I play DnD, but I'm feeling a Warlock since this is less focused on the mechanic side of it.
Ninja Edit: Wait. So if I'm reading this right. Are evil characters not going to be adventuring with the main party? I was hoping to do the whole adventure with them to further their own goals thing. Although I could probably pull that off with true neutral? I don't usually bother with the whole alignment thing because it's BS so I'm just wondering.
Sera had never been as fit as in those months leading up to the upcoming nightmare. She had never been unfit physically, but over the years her mind had entered a slump from the monotony of every day life, from a lack of casting magic of any description. And, who knows maybe turning into dumb creatures took some kind of toll on her. She doubted that last part.
The town she lived in had never been more lively either. Sera had in a sense turned the entire place into her own personal training ground. Kids chased her through the streets, chickens became targets for her magic practise - although she didn't tell the farmer that. Pots became target for her quaterstaff. Wait no that was the wind. Definitely the wind.
The day the dream came she was ready, donning her mothers old hat, just one last time. She walked. She didn't know where, that's all she was told. Keep walking until you hit the portal.
And then she did. It made her feel groggy. And then she blacked out.
She awoke in a cell, a dark and downright nasty one at that. She scrambled for a moment, getting to her feet and trying to get her bearings. The cell door was closed. She couldn't be trapped in here. That wouldn't be fair! She pulled on the door. Nothing. She tried again. And then kicked it in frustration; it swung open.
Of course it was a push. The asylum she was in was in tatters, that much was evident. There was a set of stair in the hallway outside of the cell she had landed in. She was just bout to head down them when a noise piqued her interest.
Pad, pad, pad the noise of footsteps. From above her somewhere. Sera took a moment to consider, or at least to pretend to consider before she began to climb that narrow staircase to the next floor. She couldn't help herself when it came to a mystery.
I'll have a post up later, sorry about the slight delay. I'm about to travel home from Cornwall after a week so the last day or so has been filled with ensuring everyone's packed.
I have a router thing in the car though and I'm not driving so I'll type something up then.
