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D&D 5e -- The Lost Children

Boram Loram, Halfling Fighter

The successful warrior is a average man with laser like focus-Bruce Lee

D&D 5e -- The Lost Children

@JBRam2002 thanks for the warning, I switched it to a light crossbow

D&D 5e -- The Lost Children

heres my Character sheet for this. https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1409695

Warrior Cats; The Valley

Crowjaw

The Gathering

Interacting with Frogshade @The Elvenqueen

Crowjaw wished he didn't come off as threatening, he wanted to be the exact opposite of threatening, warrior's were meant to protect others, warrior's shouldn't be feared by the weak, they should be liked. When Frogshade asked him about how merciful Lightclan was, he stayed silent, though he knew she was right, Mercy was didn't exist in Light Clan, there was only a sense of cold ruthlessness, kill or be killed. But he refused to agree with her, as much as he hated Light Clan, it was his clan, he fought for it, he was fed by it, in return all he had to do was obey it. He was representing his own clan in this gathering, to bad mouth his own group would be a sin. He wished he had been born into a different Clan, one that wasn't obsessed with strength, one that recognized him for who he was, not for the claws he kills with.

He felt a pang of sympathy for Ashclaw, his sister Rosetail was nearly exiled more than once, his own family supported it too, seeing her as nothing but another mouth to feed, the only thing that stopped that was him threatening to go with her. "This is a gathering, he won't be hurt here" he reassured her "If he is ever attacked, I promise I'll help him" he added, though he silently knew that he might not be able to fulfill it, if a war broke out between Cliffclan and Lightclan, he would be forced to fight for his own. "I'm not well-loved in my clan either, I feel you're pain" he confessed, a warrior's greatest skill was empathy, without empathy there is only violence.

The Lost Children (D&D 5e)

I'll totally join this. this looks great!

The Revenant

This looks pretty cool!, I made up a small character

Name: Danwan Lavium

Age: 43

Race: Halfling

Gender: Male

Profession: Chef - Danwan is a master chef, no matter what kind of food you want, he can make it. It isn't a exciting job, but for him it was his life, a life without a tasty meal isn't one he wants to live. He is also a skilled butcher, he is able to both kill, skin AND cook his meals.

Appearance: Danwan is a gruff Chef, he is well-built and muscled, his hair is a dark red and mud-caked, he has mutton-chop sideburns which cover the sides of his face, he both smells and looks like he hasn't bathed in a decade, he tends to wear a chef outfit with a white hat and apron, with kitchen tools held on a belt, being a halfling he is really small, his eyes are light blue.

The Motherfuckin' Chef

Revenant Ability: Magically Delicious: Danwan is a master chef, the food he makes not only tastes amazing, but it also gives special abilities to whoever eats it, this can be anything from incredible strength, to instant death

Dark Resurrection: Danwan had the power to magically Resurrect anyone before he died, though his hatred and lust for revenge has perverted that power, whoever he resurrects comes back as a zombie, half-alive and half-dead, it will do anything he commands.

Personality: Danwan is terrified the Unseen, as he spent his life trying to avoid them. He is sympathetic towards mages as he understands their struggle to survive in society. In order to throw off the Unseen, he does whatever he can to make himself smell horrible, causing his horrible odor to mask his magic. Danwan is obsessed with revenge, he is cruel towards the Empire and it's lackey's, this can cause him to go to extreme lengths to get his revenge, anyone in his path of revenge will simply be trampled.

He loves cooking, it's his passion to cook. He dreams of opening his own shop, though he has long forgotten about those dreams, he is a family man. He is abrasive and rude, having no politeness to those he doesn't like, this is because of his anger over the death of his family. Though he can be unexpectedly compassionate towards people he can relate too. He is incredibly determined, if he wants something he'll do whatever it takes to get it.

Danwan is also obsessed with finding his lost children and wife, he misses them more than anything else. If he ever finds out where they are, God-King have mercy on whoever hurts them.

History: Danwan was a ordinary Halfling, born free in the city of Dalath, he dreamed of becoming a chef and owning his own restaurant like his father, His dad named Janver, taught him how to cook the finest meals in all Aether. Life was simple for him, he spent most of his life working at various restaurants, cooking whatever food he can make. He married a smelly baker named Lemita and started a family of three, life was simple.

Then one day, he learned that he had magic, strange things happened around him, dead animals would come back to life unharmed, though his wife Lemita secretly knew magic as well, she taught him how to control his healing magic and most importantly, how to hide it. He started rolling around in mud and shit in order to make himself smell awful, as a result any Unseen that'd sniff him out would only smell shit. he spent his entire life worrying about getting caught, ironically it wasn't him that was caught, it was Lemita his wife, she was taken away in order to be turned to the Unseen, Danwan tried to save her but was killed, without any parents for his children, they simply disappeared, no one knows what happened to his kids. Danwan's body was thrown into a ditch, to be forgotten about by the world.

But one day Danwan woke up and now the Empire will suffer for it.

Polaris: Chivalric Tragedy at the Utmost North

me b0i

Warrior Cats; The Valley

Crowjaw

The Gathering

Interacting with Frogshade @The Elvenqueen

Crowjaw enjoyed Gatherings, though he was never a talkative cat, it was refreshing to be with different cats, he wasn't well loved in Lightclan, almost every cat in lightclan gave him kind nicknames, such as "Weak", "Coward" and some of the mean cats like his loving brother, called him the little brother, which drove him nuts. The reason why he was so hated was because he had the "stupidity" to stand up for the weak, Crowjaw was a Warrior, Warrior's exist to defend those who cannot, but Lightclan was full of "Warriors", ones who are "honorable", they act "honorably" hurting the weak and treating them like slaves.

Horrible memories of his childhood came back to him, his older brother Crookedclaw, his name fit him perfectly, he was crooked and evil, yet his parents favored that scumbag over Crowjaw, in his parent's eye, Crookedclaw was a sweet little kitten who couldn't do any harm, so they look the other direction when Crookedclaw beats his blind Sister Rosetail, then Crowjaw would attack Crookedclaw in a futile attempt to get him to stop, but in the end it would all be for naught. His parents would instead yell at Crowjaw and his sister for hurting their poor little baby, performing mental gymnastics to make the victim look like the bully. He scowled at the air, other cats had childhoods made of shining gold, while Crowjaw had nothing but ash for one.

He followed his leader Jaggedstar down the gathering, in a line of other warriors, Though Jaggedstar didn't followed the philosophy of defending the strong and punishing the weak, he was still his leader nonetheless, it was his job to follow his leader's every order, any true warrior would do the same, He liked Jaggedstar in a way, he was strong and ruthless, he was a leader that would lead Lightclan to glory and it was Crowjaw's mission to follow his lead. He walked off into the crowd of cats, being one of the only Lightclan cats to intermingle with the rest, he spotted Frogshade watching Ashclaw with a sort of worry, he didn't know what was wrong but he did know one thing, it was his duty to help her. Is something wrong? he asked her with a voice full of concern

Warrior Cats; The Valley

I think we should just start, if we need important rolls filled we can just have NPCs and if someone wants to play as one of the unfilled roles they can just play as the NPCs

The Savage West: Horrors of the Frontier

Jarold sat still as a statue in the Bush, he feared no evil, yet he found that when he saw this foul hellspawn, he had begun to shiver, the beast was humongous, he had to look up in order to see it's twisted face, Jarold had no idea what hell looked like, but when he saw that beast, he knew that hell would look exactly like that monster.

Jarold took out a silver hatchet, not that the silver would help much against this monster, the hatchet used to be used for the peaceful work of chopping trees, but now it had been re purposed as a tool for chopping heads, after all to Jarold, every beast of the night was just a tree for him to chop, he took out a vial of manticore poison and poured it on the axe head, his hand shaking as he did so. he silently prayed that the first blow would kill the monster, Jarold was strong but this monster would give him more than a little headache.

The Monster's word's fell upon deaf ear's, Jarold does not run. He suddenly leaped out of the bush holding the hatchet in his right arm, he threw the poisoned hatchet in a arc towards the creatures skull, he had one shot, one opportunity, now he just had to capture it before he let it slip.

@Lurking Shadow