Shu

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And the first post is up 🤟

Shu’s Character Catalogue (Old/Defunct)

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• RACE : WOOD ELF

• GENDER : FEMALE

• HEIGHT : 5’8” (172.72 cm)

• AGE : 45 Y/O

• CLASS : RANGER (HUNTER)

• ALIGNMENT : LAWFUL GOOD

• ZODIAC SIGN : THE MOTH

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Backstory

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Shanala Goldush was born in 1450 DR in the city of Silverymoon, the “Gem of the North” and recognizable capital of The Silver Marches. Her father was a member of the renowned Knights in Silver - sworn defenders of Silverymoon - and her mother was a loremaster of the Halls of Inspiration, a temple to the deities Oghma and Milil. The families’ home sat upon the north side of the Rauvin River that ran through the majestic city, young Shanala often playing near the river against her parents wishes. Due to her parents constant absence Shanala had little to entertain her which would lead her to exploring the streets though she would avoid most people - including other children - due to her shyness, instead befriending stray dogs and alley cats.

When Shanala was fifteen her father began taking her into the nearby woods to learn to hunt, buying a hunting bow for her later that year. He also taught her to fish as well as scavenge for edible flora in the wilds. Shanala enjoyed using her bow, spending much of her free time practicing archery when not swimming or wandering the city. Shanala’s mother however began to worry for her daughter disapproving of her constant meandering about at such a young age. Lectures and scolding were met with defiance leading Shanala’s father to punish the girl the next time she dared disobey her mother, the punishment in the form of having her bow and arrows taken away for a month.

A year later Shanala’s father had become close friends with the owner of a tavern he frequented. On learning the knight’s daughter enjoyed to hunt the tavern owner offered to take the girl on hunting trips, saying he would pay her for any kills she made as the meat could be served at his tavern. An agreement was made and Shanala soon had begun to bolster her pockets with gold, proving herself a fine tracker and huntress as well as impressing the tavern owner and many of his patrons who she would come to meet. Among them were travelers and soldiers who served in the Argent Legion, some who would entertain her with tales of adventure and battle against monsters of the north.

Shanala’s mother had always hoped that her daughter would pursue a life of the cloth or that of an academic. Shanala had never taken to deep studies and - while she honored the gods properly - made it clear she had no intent of living life as a priestess. When Shanala told her parents at nineteen that she wished to serve in the Argent Legion they had separate reactions. Her mother while vexed seemed to see the uselessness in trying to dissuade Shanala. Her father at first was pleased believing that his daughter wished to follow in his footsteps as a Knight in Silver only to be chagrined that she instead wished to join the Army of the Vale, the armed force of Everlund. For an entire day there was deliberation, Shanala’s parents ultimately agreeing to her request to leave for Everlund with their blessings.

Shanala traveled downriver to Everlund with a few personal possessions as well as all the coin she had saved up over time. Despite initial hesitancy from officials due to her age and inexperience - as well as having not been a citizen - Shanala was allowed to join the ranks of the Army of the Vale, passing through training with little hardship. Her archery and survival skills particularly impressed her new superiors who appointed her as a lead scout for the army. Within three years Shanala had garnered a reputation as an unmatchable scout and drawn the attention of the High Captain himself who gave her command of her own unit to act as minor military support and patrol the areas around Everlund. Two years later she was promoted to Lieutenant and given command of her own company of archers, its ranks made up of forty seasoned veterans. While at first reserved due to her age Shanala’s men came to like and respect her and she them in return. Shanala would serve Everlund faithfully for the next decade, never waning in her duties and also showing conviction and devotion to her city and comrades. When spared the time she would often travel upriver to visit her parents, both of whom were proud of her accomplishments which in itself brought her the greatest of joy.

Shanala’s long good fortunes however would finally run their course when came the Darkening and The War of the Silver Marches. The orcs of Many-Arrows and their drow masters with the help of dragons and frost giants launched a fierce military campaign against the Silver Marches that would last into the next year. Shanala saw the worst side of the war, participating in the disastrous battles at Nesmé and Sundabar. Nesmé was sacked and it’s population taken as prisoners by the orcs, Shanala and half of her company barely escaping with their hides. At the battle of Sundabar Shanala and her replenished corp had acted as skirmishes and archer support for the main defense force though Shanala was severely wounded amidst the fall of the city and separated from her men, later she would learn they were massacred to the last on the ramparts.

The war would accost Shanala of more than just her comrades and pride. Both of her parents died in the siege of Silverymoon, her father leading a counterattack on an orc line only to be skewered on a pike and her mother was fatally wounded when the Halls of Inspiration were severely damaged during the siege, her injuries too grave to be saved from.

Shanala saw the last of war during the siege of Dark Arrow Keep when she joined with the forces of Bruenor who would conquer the great orc fortress despite heavy resistance. The war ended in the spring of 1485 with the defeat of the drow wizard Tsabrak Xorlarrin and the dispelling of the Darkening. In the end it was a pyrrhic victory for the Silver Marches. The war had been won it could be said but at great cost. Thousands had died in the conflict and three years after the Silver Marches would be disbanded with the withdrawal of the dwarves who blamed the desecration of Sundabar on Silverymoon for not providing enough aid in their defense.

Shanala would likewise be severely scarred by the war. The death of her parents and friends had devastated her beyond healing. She had intended to stay with the Army of the Vale nonetheless but then in 1488 DR when the Silver Marches were disbanded she resigned from her post and left Everlund, bothered by a sense of loss at what the war had wrought. She vowed to never return to Silverymoon as the pain would be too great. For the next seven years she wandered about the north but never stayed anywhere for long, the wounds of the war on both herself and the land never receding from her memory. Road weary and once more looking for rest Shanala has found herself in Deadsnows.

Personality

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To most Shanala might some coarse and detached at first, logical considering all that she lost to war. She is very brazen and has a dry sense of humor that typically emerges more as she gets more familiar with one. At heart Shanala still has a strong sense of dedication and honor as well as a desire to protect those whom might be helpless in the face of danger.

She prefers the life of a loner having no interest in romantic commitment or deep bonds of friendship, not having suffered the agony of losing everyone close to her. Still, she is not unkind or cruel and is willing to extend an olive branch of civility and coaction. At days end she has no qualms about titling back a mug and enjoying the music in an upbeat and cozy tavern or inn, but don’t ask her to sing or dance.

Deep down Shanala desires to belong, to have a sense of purpose once more. The past seven years of wandering have done little to remove the memories of the war from her mind though have proved a salve on her spirit. But she has no intention of living out her days as a directionless vagabond merely blowing in the wind. Her sense of duty and commitment call louder than ever.

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WEAPONS AND ARMOR: Shanala is armed with a steel short sword and her composite short bow. She has little in armor aside from a leather cuirass with matching bracers and greaves.

ACCESSORIES & EQUIPMENT: Aside from her weapons and pieces of armor Shanala has basic camping supplies she keeps in her backpack as well as a few miscellaneous items such as her mothers locket, an old map of the Silver Marches, and five potions of healing at current.

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Skills and Abilities

Favored Enemy: Fighting in the war and years of serving Everlund made Shanala proficient in tracking, orcs and goblins specifically.

Natural Explorer: A life of hunting and scouting in the forests has made Shanala an expert at exploration and survival in the woods.

Fighting Style, Archery: Shanala is an expert archer, nearly always hitting her target and capable of finding chinks in their defenses when possible.

Dexterous: Fleet of foot and agile, Shanala can both sneak her way through dangerous situations when needed and also lay in ambush for the unsuspecting foe. Her quickness also makes her a frustrating foe in melee as she can easily dodge most strikes she cannot block.

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My own character is posted. I’ll start working on NPC’s and the first IC post tonight. I am free tomorrow so I should have it posted up in the afternoon and we can get the show rolling, so to speak.

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@Rising Dusk To clarify your approved. Click on the “Characters” tab above (to the right of the OOC window at the top of the OP) and post him there.

EDIT: Also still working on my character. Nearly finished!

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Also @Rising Dusk, post yours as well.

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@Archangel89 Accepted.
@Kassarock Accepted.

Post them in the “characters” tab!

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Blanks to be filled in of course. I’m still working on my own character and will post her later today.

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Enter the inn…

”Welcome to the Rose and Hammer…”

“The Seneschal refuses to see anybody who comes to have an audience with him. No one is really sure why, all there is to say is that the guards won’t open the doors to the manor for anyone. Some think he’s locking himself away for when the food runs out and chaos strikes the town.”

“I heard tell of a band of treasure hunters gathering up at The Fork. Apparently they are planning an ‘expedition’ into the ruins of Ghaurin’s Hold. Not sure why, that place is little more than crumbling stones and haunted tunnels that spiral down into the Underdark. It seems there are folk who still believe that some of the Stoneheart clan’s treasure is still there to be found. Fools…”

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Deadsnows | Uktar 5th | 1495 DR

As the sun began it’s descent towards the far horizon the already bracing cold would only crispen in the coming evening. The first snow of winter had come and coated the land in sheets of white, the sharp chill of fall replaced with the freeze of winter. A bard or a poet might call it romantic, perhaps composing a piece to recite by the warmth of a tavern fire. But to the people of Deadsnows this heralding of winter was not something to revel at, especially not this year.

There was a grim air about the town, the faces of the people at best concerned and weary and at worst angry and disillusioned. The town was plagued by a food shortage and with winter now here it just made things all the more desperate for most. The people had hoarded away and rationed most of what they had but even then it wouldn’t last the season. They turned to their leader - Seneschal Bordev - for answers but there was nothing to be received from him, his manor remaining closed and the guards turning away all who came to see him.

Tensions were high and the Watch found themselves pressed to keep order, putting forth a curfew even to dissuade anyone who might prowl the night looking to steal from their neighbors. As the eve drew near the traffic through the gates had picked up as the folk of Deadsnows cloistered away within the walls, the Watch catching more than a few glares and sideways snorts from the townsfolk. Most who did not live within the walls would spend the night at the Rose and Hammer inn, others with close friends and family. The inn stayed crowded after dark these days many folk having to sleep in the barn out back or slouched over their table at night.

With Bordev remaining locked in his manor and the Watch acting as a force of repression many feared what was to come. As food dwindled away in time people would only become more desperate, and desperation could drive one to do anything needed to survive. Everyone knew this, from the grim-faced townsfolk trudging through the front gate to the Watchmen eyeing them from the street corners and ramparts.

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Shanala Goldush sat alone tucked into a corner in the Rose and Hammer inn. Before her sat a half empty tankard of mead that she had been nursing for the past hour. When the wood elf first entered the inn and took a seat the place was already rather full but now it was bustling to say the least. Nearly every table and stool was occupied, many patrons leaning against the wall or propping against tables where their companions sat. Four barmaids scuttled about pouring drinks, delivering trays of food, and cleaning up messes off the floor and tables, pushed to meet the demands of the bursting establishment.

A curly haired halfling musician pounded away at a drum near the bar accompanied by a flutist, their music nearly drowned out by the entropic chorus of conversation and the occasional laugh. Shanala had noticed that even with the music and the flowing mead and ale there were few smiles or laughter to be witnessed in the crammed place. She imagined this had something to do with the apparent food shortage the town was suffering from.

When Shanala had first arrived earlier the barmaid who tended to her made it clear that she would only be served a single meal and one tankard. Shanala settled for some bread and a few cuts of pork with some mead to wash it all down. Intent on stretching her one drink as best she could Shanala had been steadily sipping for some time now. She had asked the barmaid about the shortage and all she received as an answer was that there had been attacks on the farmholds and the roads which had cut off supply to the town. Shanala pressed further but the barmaid had nothing else to say, merely a shrug and continuing about her job.

Orcs or goblins most likely, Shanala thought to herself, that or brigands. She had arrived in Deadsnows earlier that day having traveled up from the south past the Arn Forest. She had intended to take about two weeks of rest - if not longer - in Deadsnows after have spent some time traveling along the breadth of the mountains. Instead she arrived to a town with sparse food and who’s people seemed as cold as the winter. She couldn’t even have the luxury of a bed, the innkeeper having informed her she would just have to take to the barn as all the rooms were full. While Shanala had in the past slept in harsher environments the idea of traveling to a town only to have to pass a warm bed for a pile of hay in a barn didn’t sit well with her. But it was either that or camp outside in the cold.

I wonder if the town guard are offering bounties? Shanala thought. The idea of lining her pockets with coin in exchange for killing a few bandits or a mob of goblins sounded appealing enough, and if anything she could offer her services in helping clear the area of any danger to the town. Deciding she would do a bit of investigating tomorrow the wood elf drained the last of her drink and decided to “retire to the barn early”.