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That Character you have always wanted to play

I'm willing to bet that the OP is a bot.

It's a good topic for discussion though

The Great Hunt - a Wheel of Time RP

Wohoo, glad to hear it!

Gonna tidy up my CS and add my two NPC followers sometime today, just realised I'd forgotten to write anything on them.

The Great Hunt - a Wheel of Time RP

My list of skills:

Balance(2) - 4 points (non-class)
Concentration(4) - 4 points
Diplomacy(2) - 2 points
Ride(4) - 4 points
Geographical Knowledge(1) - 2 points (non-class)
Knowledge of Nobility and Royalty (2) - 2 points
Knowledge of the Karaethon Cycle (2) - 2 points

The Great Hunt - a Wheel of Time RP

@Eklispe The way I read it is that you cannot spend 4 points on any one skill (or 2 if it's a non-class skill), not that you can only spend points on 4 skills.

So, for example you can put 4 points in Diplomacy, placing you at rank 4. Since it's a class skill for Warders, that's OK. However, Balance isn't a class skill for Warders, so you can only increase it to rank 2 at level 1.

A Tolkien based RP: Out of the Past

Lost in his thoughts, Cole failed to notice the newcomer until he was right next to their table, flanked by a pair of glum guards that looked about as talkative as the ones that had accompanied Cole earlier. On second thought, had the man arrived just now or had he been somewhere in the inn all along? The rain was still going strong outside, but the dark-skinned man was relatively dry, which either meant that he had been inside for a while or that his clothing remained dry thanks to some wizard’s trick. Despite the strange things he had seen today, Cole decided that the simpler explanation was the most likely one.

The strange man had picked an interesting time to announce himself, right after Baranor had left the table. A coincidence? Not likely, Cole thought. There had been an obvious enmity between Eorl’s folk and their prisoner back in the King’s hall, so it was to be expected that such feelings would extended to their Gondorian allies as well. After all, they had fought side by side in their war against these Men of the East, he could see why they would not want to share a table with one of them.

As if to confirm his thoughts, Éolan rose from her place after muttering a few slurred words and headed upstairs toward the sleeping rooms, though it occurred to him that she had neither paid nor spoken with the innkeeper. Whatever her intention, it seemed to Cole that she too did not wish to break bread with the swarthy man, having left so soon after he joined them. Across the table, Cole could feel the moods shifting, as both Branack and Eōrwīga turned to regard the stranger. The easy smile which the smith wore was noticeably absent from his face.

For his part, Cole did not share in these feelings. He was mistrustful, as he was of all these strange southern Men, but apart from that general sense of wariness, he did not have anything against this man in particular. On the contrary, Cole was intrigued by his strange appearance; the dark skin and strange-looking arms and armor spoke of a people that were much different than the ones the Bree-lander had so far encountered. What distant wonders had those dark eyes seen? he wondered.

Thus, when he spoke there was no fear or resentment in his voice, merely a jovial curiosity.

“Well met, friend. I am glad that another fierce warrior joins us. Gweluon was vague, but it seems that your strength with be sorely needed on this journey.“ Cole extended his hand after a moment, unaware if that was a proper greeting in eastern lands. “Coleman Cutleaf, at your service. Would share your name so that we may know who we travel with?”

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A Tolkien based RP: Out of the Past

I will also post something during the weekend, wanted to get 'round to it sooner, but I'm a slow bastard, what can I say?

The Great Hunt - a Wheel of Time RP

@JoosCan we start adding the skills now or are we waiting until all CS's are accepted?

I'll add the two NPC's accompanying my character to the CS, will provide a short summary on each one to serve as a reference. The bodyguard will either have +1 to Con or Str, not decided yet. Needless to say, I expect one or both of these guys to die or otherwise be removed from the group at some point.

The Great Hunt - a Wheel of Time RP

Ok, here's what I've got right now. Might do some minor tweaks, but that's about it.

CS

Name: Torin Somares
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Nationality: Tairen
Race: Human
Class: Noble

Appearance: Torin stands at about 5’9’’ with a straight-backed and confident composure, which seems to add a few inches to his height and immediately marks him as a man of gentle birth. He has olive skin, black hair and brown eyes of similar dark hues. While not exactly handsome, his oblong face is pleasant to look at and bears no scars or markings, save for a small mole to the right of his lip. Like most Tairen nobility, he keeps his hair short and his beard well-groomed and drawn to a point, but lacking the oily lustre commonly seen among the rich.

Though lithe rather than muscular, Torin’s physique is defined and signifies he leads an active life; further proof of this are his calloused hands, ones belonging to a swordsman, not a pampered dandy. As befits a man of his standing, he dresses in a dark red silk doublet, worn over a white linen shirt, black breeches tucked into a pair of knee-high riding boots polished to a shine and an embroidered cloak to ward off the rain.

Background:
Torin is a scion of House Somares, an old and respected family, best known for their olive plantations along the coast near the city of Godan in southeast Tear. While lacking the power and wealth to be counted amongst Tear’s High Lords, they had significant land and the oil they produced was carried by their ships to markets in Tear and beyond, filling the House’s coffers. As a result, the Somares enjoyed an easy life and spared no expense in the education of their children. Torin was no exception and was taught all that a young man of gentle birth needed to know; he spent his days being tutored in riding and swordsmanship, history and geography, statecraft and strategy, manners and dancing.

He was the middle child, having an older brother and a younger sister. Torin’s father, the Lord Somares, was an irritable man and a drunk, known for his foul moods, constant criticism of those around him and a tendency for squandering the family wealth in taverns and gambling dens. The estate was mainly managed by Torin’s mother, Lady Ilira Somares, who ruled the family business and household with an iron fist. Since Torin’s brother was often away negotiating trade deals or parlaying with other nobles in Tear and his sister was busy with the family’s books, it fell to Torin to watch over the family lands, which were growing increasingly neglected by his father.

Such tasks came easily to Torin, who had proven himself to be quick and energetic, a capable rider and a natural with a sword from a young age. Though he lacked his sister’s head for numbers and his brother’s way with people, he was confident and driven, a quality which made him popular among the commoners. Even before he could grow a beard, he began accompanying his father’s captains on their patrols throughout the olive groves. As he grew into a man, he even managed to make a bit of a name for himself in nearby Godan after winning a number of duels in defence of his family’s name.

When the Aiel War began, Torin’s father and thousands of other Tairens left to join the war effort, under High Lord Astoril Damara. He raised the majority of the Somares troops and, to Torin’s dismay, ordered him to stay behind and look after his mother and sister, seeing as his brother could not afford to return home from his business in Tear. Around this time, he was trying to raise the family’s standing with a High Lord, a task of the utmost importance in the eyes of Lady and Lord Somares. And so, disgruntled and sullen, Torin saw to the concerns of the peasantry and toured the family holdings, while his brother and father were away winning prestige.

One day, relatively early on in the war, a letter from Cairhien announced that the Lord Somares had died during the fighting, pierced by an Aiel’s spear. They grieved and then they awaited his brother’s return from Tear so that he could formally assume his role as head of the House. Unfortunately, that never happened. A few weeks before the war’s end, Torin’s brother was implicated in a plot against a High Lord, along with a number of lesser nobles and, worst of all, an agent of the Illianer king. The penalty for such a transgression was death, thus Torin lost two family members before the war finally ended.

The shadow of treason fell on the Somares household, their friends dwindled and many profitable contracts were lost. Their bad fortunes would not end here, however, as the man his brother had crossed turned out to be particularly vindictive. He used his influence to have the council of High Lords issue an edict, which saw Torin exiled from Tear. His mother and sister were spared the indignity, but Torin had no choice.

It should be noted that, for a man such as Torin, exile was the greatest blow of all. He grieved for his dead relatives, but for him, standing and pride was above all. As such, not only was the family name blemished by his brother’s betrayal, his own exile meant that the Somares household would have no one to restore their honour!

While Torin was making preparations to leave his home forever, word reached them that a Great Hunt had been called in Illian. Desperate, broken and thoroughly soaked in booze, he told his mother and sister that he would embark on the Hunt, seeing this as his only chance of redeeming himself and ending his unjust exile.

Desired equipment at the start of the game:

• Sword
• Warmount
• Saddle & saddlebags
• Deck of cards
• Bedroll
• Shaving kit
• A trunk full of clothes
• A smaller trunk containing books and a number of maps

A question, can my guy have a small retinue, two NPC's, to be precise? Something like a valet and a bodyguard, that sort of stuff, a gentleman can't be expected to bother himself with mundane stuff after all! I don't know how that will be treated in terms of gameplay mechanics though, might unbalance fights.

Forgotten Realms: Adventures of Faerun

And done!

Forgotten Realms: Adventures of Faerun

Orun trudged up the path leading to Griffonwatch Keep, each step of his accompanied by the rhythmic clinking of armour. He shifted his considerable weight to the morningstar in his right hand so that each clink was accompanied by a heavy thud as well. The sun was shining and the sky was clear, but he kept the hood of his grey robes up, not wishing to attract any unnecessary attention. Up ahead, he could see the gates of the keep, as well as the defenders in their polished armour questioning a man, a traveller by the looks of him.

Behind the man, a colourful wagon was pulling up with a squeak; another traveller, perhaps? Nay, not travellers, they had to be adventurers. Why else would they come at such a time? The Harmach, the title the local ruler fancied, had been clear – on the seventh day after his summons, he would await adventurers at noon within his castle. That is what had brought Orun to this town and by the looks of it, he wasn't the only one. Whatever the case, he would find out soon enough.

A few minutes later, Orun found himself before the gates and the contingent of guards set to watch over them. He strode up to them with confidence and pulled back his hood, revealing his orcish features. What followed next was expected, but there was no way to avoid it, especially not in these towns that were constantly under threat from his bestial cousins.

As if by an unheard command, all the guards reached for their swords, narrowing their eyes at him. On the walls, he could see the crossbowmen taking aim. Whatever else their leader had been preoccupied with before his arrival was quickly brushed aside. With his hand still on the hilt of his sword, he approached Orun.

“What fell business brought you here, beast? Speak quickly, before I order my men to cut you down!”

Orun looked down at the small human, who held his ground with the confidence of someone who had seen many a battle. His reaction mirrored the ones of the locals back in Hulburg. Orcs were deeply hated here and for good reason, Orun couldn’t fault these people. Of course, that meant that despite his generous offering to the innkeeper he had only managed to secure a dirty stall in the stables for himself. Still, better that than a cell in the dungeons or worse…

The orc tapped his breastplate, where Kelemvor’s scales were engraved for all to see. When he spoke there was no hesitation or fear in his voice. If he was to die here, then so be it, but he knew that his God would not let it come to pass.

“I have come to answer your lord’s summons.” He declared in a deep, gruff voice. “Do not seek to bar my way, for I come here on The Great Guide’s behalf.”