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Post by secane on Nov 25, 2013 19:00:23 GMT 8
Agents of the Ten Guilds A Pathfinder Campaign The Party is currently at 6 Players. We are looking for more players to join us in a long term Kingdom-building campaign Current party level is around lv 7
The campaign is ongoing and in its 3rd year with 50+ games ran. Hi everyone, I'm running a custom homebrew at Kembangan CC on Sunday afternoons, from 2pm till 6pm or late. For those interested and playing please have a look at the character creation guide google doc for the Agents of the Ten GuildsAgents of the Ten Guilds will feature players as field agents for the Ten Guilds of Ravnica. After been sent on an undercover mission to Golarion, players will have to work together serve the guilds. (Full backstory will be given in the campaign itself) Campaign consist of city building, which the party is based out of. This campaign will/may include elements of Wildness and Urban Exploration Adventuring A Variety of Missions City Building Politics Large Scale Battles The Guilds of Ravnica (More info here and here.) - The Azorius Senate is the legislative and judicial body of Ravnica bureaucracy. (White/Blue)
- The Boros Legion is a standing army that protects the Guildpact and contains the League of Wojek, the official peacekeepers of the City of Ravnica. (Red/White)
- House Dimir is a shadowy and manipulative guild that most believe no longer exists (and some who know have their knowledge wiped out), it provides illegal but necessary services. (Blue/Black)
- The Cult of Rakdos, considered a necessary evil by some, is composed of thrill-killers who provide the heavy labor force of the plane. (Black/Red)
- The Golgari Swarm manages food production and organic waste disposal. (Black/Green)
- The Gruul Clans have regained from their former glory as the keepers of Ravnica’s wilds and have over the lovemaking industry, but remnants of their chaotic past remains as a loose affiliation of berserker clans. (Red/Green)
- The Izzet League is responsible for civil engineering works and new magical developments. (Blue/Red)
- The Orzhov Syndicate regulates trade and banking, among others. (White/Black)
- The Selesnya Conclave promotes the strongest religion and its ledev guards patrol the rural areas. (Green/White)
- The Simic Combine provides medical assistance and performs biological research. (Green/Blue)
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Post by 80korvus on Nov 29, 2013 19:37:10 GMT 8
Agnidhwaj
Name: Agnidhwaj
Race: Human
Class: Paladin
Archetype: Oath of Vengence/Battering Ram
Alignment: Lawful Good
Guild: Boros Legion
Sub-Organization: Hammer of Ragathiel (nickname: The Hammers)
Deity: Ragathiel
Point buy: 25
Str: 18
Dex: 14
Con: 14
Int: 10
Wis: 10
Cha: 14
The mountain of metal stood resolute in front of the burning caravan, as the villagers screamed insults at him. The flames reached as tall as treetops, turning night into day in the little clearing, and his armour shone in the light, proudly displaying a hammer against a flaming wing. A stone harmlessly struck his shield and his blade glinted as he slowly, meticulously moved into a defensive position. The villagers kept screaming and pointing at the drow child clinging to the Paladin’s leg, but the Paladin did not budge, even as the villagers slowly started moving towards him. From the shadows under the trees, Agnidhwaj watched, fascinated, as he saw the man in the armour shake his head.
“His kind murdered my son! Give me his head!” shouted an old man, a kindly old man who used to give sweets away to the children in the village, before the drow bandits had come.
The Paladin didn’t respond with words, but he very carefully bent down slightly, and picked up the drow child in his arm, cradling the child in the nook of his arm, behind the shield. Then, unmindful of the crowd, he slowly took a step forward. And then another, and then another, as the crowd moved back.
“Hand us that evil monster! Look at what his kind did to us! Let us have our vengeance!”
At this, the Paladin stopped, and very carefully pointed his sword at the crowd, the human and drow blood still dripping from it, and shifted his weight, moving into an attack stance. There were a few gasps and the crowd took another step back, before another stone came hurtling from within it, and struck the paladin on the head. There was a loud sound as the stone made impact, and the Paladin seemed to lose his balance, before regaining his footing, shaking his head to get his bearings back. A man suddenly charged from within the crowd, waving a pitchfork, and the Paladin moved, far faster than a man wearing his weight in metal had any right to, and sliced the pitchfork in two, before knocking the man out with the sword pommel. Two more men charged as the horrified crowd grew silent, and the first one was swatted aside by the shield, while the second one knocked out cold by a punch from the heavy gauntlet. Then, the Paladin spoke calmly:
“The drow will trouble you no more. You have your vengeance. Go to your homes and honour your dead. This is not the vengeance…”
Before he could finish his sentence, the old man who had lost his son charged, screaming and waving a spear. The Paladin moved to intercept him, tripping the man so that he skidded into the mud, but just at that moment, two of the men who had charged the Paladin earlier crashed into the Paladin, trying to tackle him onto the ground. The Paladin staggered under their weight, and the drow child fell out of his grasp. As the crowd started shouting and moving towards the struggling figures, one of the men kicked the drow child, and it collapsed on the ground, screaming and crying, tears flowing down its red eyes. The man raised a rock over his head, intending to smash it onto the child, and the drow child raised its little hands in front of its face to protect itself, when suddenly, there was a loud sound of metal hitting stone, and the man’s hands fell away from his body, the rock falling harmlessly on the ground. The man lowered the stumps of his arms, looking at them in disbelief, before collapsing on the ground. The crowd went deathly silent again.
The Paladin picked up the child in his arms, and strode through the crowd, who parted to let him pass. A young woman rushed to the man who had had his hands chopped off, screaming curses at the Paladin’s back, but no one else from the crowd made a move. As the Paladin strode away from the clearing in the forest, he turned to the crowd and said is a slow, clear voice:
“Forgive me, but in your quest for revenge, I cannot allow you to commit a greater evil than the one done to you.”
As he watched the Paladin walk away, Agnidhwaj knew what he wanted to do.
“And what makes you think you are good enough to join the Hammer of Ragathiel?”
“Because good paladins are hard to come by. Because I am the best amongst the novices. Because I am the quickest and the strongest and the fastest amongst them by far. Because I made my first kill when I was but a child, and I cannot think of a worthier cause to kill for.”
Lord Uriel sighed and shook his head. Aysha looked at him with shock in her eyes, before nodding, taking a step back, saluting Lord Uriel, and walking out of the initiation chamber with her head held high.
Lord Uriel moved to Agnidhwaj. The stood toe to toe, and even though Lord Uriel was shorter than him, Agnidhwaj still felt dwarfed. He tried not to look at Lord Uriel’s eyepatch, to keep staring ahead, but he couldn’t help but sneak a glance. The dark brown right of Lord Uriel was reading him, but Agnidhwaj was not sure of what they were looking for.
“You are good with a sword and shield, but you were never really that good with a hammer, were you?”
Agnidhwaj gulped before answering:
“Because a hammer beats down and bludgeons with no discrimination, but with a shield I can protect, and with a sword, I can cut the bonds of evil wherever I find them.”
As soon as he said it, he knew it was a silly answer, and his mind went back to all the years of training, of the tearful goodbye with his parents as he left home, all the lessons in the temple of the Hammer of Ragathiel, the vigils, the peaceful nights and calm days that he spent trying to hone his craft. He felt all of it slipping away from him as an icy cold gripped his body.
“Tell me,” Lord Uriel asked again, “what would you punish first, a lesser evil or an evil?”
“There is no such thing as a lesser evil,” said Agnidhwaj, and he suddenly felt a rush of warm blood in his veins, “there is only evil and greater evil. Evil cannot be left unpunished, but you cannot let evils distract yourself from a greater evil. Just like you wouldn’t stop to catch every thief in town in your pursuit of an assassin. However, that does not mean that you must focus only on the greater evil. You must punish that which you can, when you can, for you cannot let the desire of storming the gates of hell overpower the need to hunt down the bandits who murder innocent travelers. In this, the Paladin must make their judgement.”
Lord Uriel nodded approvingly and asked his third question:
“And what is the most a Paladin can hope for?”
Agnidhwaj tried not to smile as he answered. This was an easy one.
“The most a Paladin can hope for is that through their actions, they have left the world a better place than it was.”
Lord Uriel nodded again and asked his last question:
“And what makes you think you are good enough to join the Hammer of Ragathiel?”
“Because…” and he faltered. He had an answer prepared but as Lord Uriel’s eye bored a hole through him, Agnidhwaj felt the sweat on his brow. He closed his eyes and breathed, and his mind went back to the night in the clearing, when we first saw what a Paladin was. Then, he opened his eyes, his mind clear, and answered:
“Because I know that grief and anger can move an ordinary man to acts of evil that pure malice cannot match. Because I know my job is not to ultimately save the people from the demons and devils and denizens of hell, I know my job is to save the people from what they might become.”
Lord Uriel looked intently at Agnidhwaj for a minute, then slowly stepped back, and nodded.
The paladins marched in formation, swords and shields first, hammers at the back. The walls around them were drenched in blood. Their metal boots crushed broken spears and limbs underfoot. The rioters had gathered in the central square of the village. The ones in the front were carrying the headless body of a guard strung up on a pole, while others beat kettle drums and chanted and danced. The paladins walked up to within fifty paces of the rioters and stopped. The rioters still involved in their arcane revelry, hadn’t noticed the paladins yet. Lord Faevos surveyed the scene for a moment, and then turned to face his paladins.
“I and Agnidhwaj will advance and I will issue a warning” Lord Faevos said, “and if they do not surrender, we attack. Remember, no blood of innocents, no blood of those who have surrendered.”
In response, all paladins struck their breastplate with their gauntlets once. Lord Faevos nodded and turned around. Agnidhwaj fell in behind him as he walked towards the rioters. As they walked, some of the rioters turned around and started whispering and pointing at them. Lord Faevos stopped and called out in a clear voice:
“This is Lord Faevos, leader of the Paladin contingent you see behind me. We are of the Hammer of Ragathiel. Cease this atrocity and surrender to us, and the least guilty of you will be spared and given a chance at redemption. Surrender to us your leaders and cease this slaughter of innocents. This are the only terms you shall get.”
For a moment, there was silence as the entire group of rioters stared at Lord Faevos. Agnidhwaj shifted his weight, readying to charge. The rioters were nearly a hundred in number, five times the number of their party. Not even close to an even fight.
The crowd suddenly erupted in a howl of laughter, and they parted as a giant of a man strode out from between them, carrying a greatsword in one hand and dragging the decapitated corpse of a woman in the other.
“Lord Faevos you say”, he said in a loud booming voice, “you are here to negotiate our surrender? What terms will you give me? I am the Nindharg, the Butcher of Bolbakane, I am the one who caused this riot and killing, all for my demon lords. Come now paladin, I surrender and repent for all my crimes, what terms do you give?”, saying this, he threw his head back and let out a loud booming laugh.
“If you truly repent,” said Lord Faevos, “then lay down your arms, disperse your mob, and face summary execution for your crimes. If you truly repent, then at least give those who you have not yet utterly corrupted a chance to atone.”
“Foolish man”, Nindharg roared, “I know all about you paladins. I have killed some of you myself. There is nothing you can do to me. I surrender and repent, you hear me! I surrender and repent! Whoever your god is, let them hear that I have surrendered and atone for all my sins, you cannot execute me!”
“Foolish man,” replied Lord Faevos, as he raised his hammer, “when you reach the gates of hell, ask about Ragathiel. Hammers, attack!”
Nindharg roared at them, and immediately charged Lord Faevos. Several of his followers charged after him, waving their weapons and screaming in fury. Lord Faevos and Agnidhwaj charged as well, Faevos towards Nindharg and Agnidhwaj towards the followers. As he ran, Agnidhwaj gained speed. He knew his fellow battle brothers would have started their charge as well, and would meet him in the fray soon enough. Through his visor, he could see the knot of rioters heading at him. Lowering his sword arm, he raised his shield and with a final burst of speed, he crashed into the rioters. The rioters weren’t wearing any armor and were thrown about like ragdolls by the impact. Before they could recover, Agnidhwaj had started chopping them down. As he decapitated the last of his attackers, he heard a cry of pain, and turned to see Nindharg turn tail and run. One of his arms was sliced off at the elbow. His greatsword was lying the dirt, at the feet of lord Faevos.
“Kill them! Attack and Kill them! Rovagug command you!” he screamed as he ran. The rioters charged the paladins as one body.
“Get back to the line!” Faevos yelled, as he turned and ran. Agnidhwaj followed him. The other paladins had already formed the defensive line, using the narrow village street to their advantage. As they ran, they were peppered with stones and small javelins, but none of the weapons caused them any harm. They reached the advancing line of metal with a few moments to spare. Lord Faevos took his place at the back of the formation, while Agnidhwaj took his place in the front line and waited for the rioters to meet them.
The rioters broke upon the metal wall, but couldn’t break through, Their unarmed bodies broke on the shields and swords of the paladins, but could not make a dent. As their assault stalled, the paladins with shields suddenly gave way, opening a void in which the paladins with hammers stepped in. The clove a path through the rioters, swinging their might warhammers, and the rioters gave way to their assault, breaking down as more and more of them were caught in the path of the hammers and swords. Some of them dropped to the ground and sued for mercy, while others turned and ran.
“Round up those who have surrendered,” Lord Faevos shouted, “and heal their wounded. Chase after the ones who have not and bring them to justice. Agnidhwaj, Elphonse, come with me! We are going after Nidharg!”
The trail of blood led up the stairs into the guardhouse. They could hear shouts of help from the inside. Faevos nodded at Agnidhwaj and Elphonse, and they walked forward, shields and swords at the ready. The door was bolted, but a single strike broke it open. The paladins moved in slowly into the dark room.
“Help! They’ve locked us here! We have wounded!” a voice called out.
“Who is this? Identify yourself.” Lord Faevos answered.
“We are the soldiers sent from Magnimar”, the voice replied, “We were ambushed and betrayed. Most of us are down here, but they took a few away. We are in the cells in the lower levels. Help! He is down here as well!”
“Don’t worry!” Lord Faevos answered, “we are coming for you. Just don’t make any more noises. We will save you all.”
Faevos nodded to Agnidhwaj and Elphonse made their way towards the cell block. All the lights in the guardhouse were out, and the paladins moved slowly in the dark, checking each corner and potential hiding spot. The trail of blood was still fresh, and Nindharg still had one good hand.
They descended down the stairs and reach the cell block level, Elphonese in the front and Agnidhwaj in the middle. The pathways in the cell block led in two different directions, and were so narrow that only one armoured paladin could walk through them at a time, in order to create a bottleneck in case any prisoners broke through.
Faevos slowly tapped his paladins on their shoulders, indicating they should follow the corridor to their right and they both nodded once, before heading down that path. The cries of help had grown quieter and quieter. The cells were as dark as the corridor, with the occasional window providing what little light it could. Elphonse and Agnidhwaj made their way to the end of the corridor, and were rewarded with the sight of about a dozen guards huddled together, almost all of them bleeding and most of them delirious with blood loss. Elphonse broke open the doors with his pommel, and they started tending to the guards.
“Who is in command here?” Elphonse asked, as he helped a guard to his feet.
“Commander Aysha”, the guard wheezed. “But they took her away when we were captured. I think they were interrogating her.”
Elphonse shot Agnidhwaj a look, and then glanced at the door. Agnidhwaj nodded and shrugged, helping close another guard’s wounds.
“Don’t worry,” Elphonse reassured him, “our commander is here with us as well. We will find her.”
Suddenly, they heard the sound of a woman screaming. Elphonese froze, and then leaving the guard leaning against the door, he ran out of the cell.
“Here, take this” Agnidhwaj gave his weapon and shield to a guard, “lead your men out and get to the paladins. Tell them Agni sent you. I will cover your exit. Go!”
He led the guards to the stairs of the cellblock, and then rushed down the other path. He could hear dull thuds, like a hammer hitting a hard surface again and again. The armour was beginning to weigh him down, but he still charged. He heard another scream, but this time in a man’s voice. The floor was wet with blood and he almost slipped and fell a couple of times, but he kept on going. As he skidded into the last cell, he saw Lord Faevos with his hammer raised, ready to strike. In front of him knelt Nidharg, blood and tears streaming down his face. He was waving the stump of his arm ineffectually, pleading for mercy, while the other arm dangled lifelessly, mangled beyond repair from repeated hammer blows. There was no sign of Elphonse.
“Where are they!” Lord Faevos roared. “Tell me scum! What did you do to them?”
“Please! I beg of you!” sobbed Nidharg in a broken voice, “I don’t know where the spell took them. I know it is supposed to take you to a place in hell, but I don’t know where. Please believe me, I beg of you!”
“How do I bring them back?” Lord Faevos asked, his hammer ready to strike.
“I don’t know!” Nidharg sobbed, “please don’t hit me anymore. I am ready to repent! I surrender! I beg for your mercy! Please don’t hurt me anymore!”
Lord Faevos lowered his warhammer and bent down to Nidharg’s level, and gently holding his face in his hands, he spoke:
“I believe you. I do not believe you are ready to repent, but I do believe you are begging for mercy and you will do anything not to be hurt again.”
“Yes, please!” Nidharg nodded. “Anything to stop this. I will help you in any way I can! I am truly ready to repent and help you!”
Lord Faevos stood up and beckoned Agnidhwaj.
“Have him healed,” Lord Faevos said, “and set the bones back in his arms. Take him back to the temple and have him questioned immediately. His spirit is broken, but he has already done his damage. Elphonse is gone and so is Aysha. I do not know what manner of magic did he use, but we will get them back.”
Agnidhwaj nodded and entered the cell, taking off his visor and taking out his pouch of healing poultices and wands. As Agnidhwaj tended to Nidharg’s broken arm, he felt a sudden chill in the air. He turned to find Lord Faevos staring at his hands. Then, as if lifting a great burden, Lord Faevos took off his helmet. Gently, he sat down on the bunk in the cell, and putting his helmet to one side, put his bald head in his hands. After a few moments, he lifted his head and looked up at Agnidhwaj and with a sad smile, said:
“It seems I went a little too far. I seem to have fallen.”
“My lord” Agnidhwaj said as he began to rise, but Lord Faevos bade him stop.
“Tend to him. I wounded him more than I should have. We owe him because of my error, because of my anger, and I will atone for that.”
Lord Faevos got up and reached for his hammer, but then stopped and walked out of the cell slowly. When he reached the door, without turning back, he said:
“I am not worthy of this yet, but you must carry this with you. You must carry this hammer for me. I will search for ways to bring them back, and when I do, I will come to you for my hammer and I will break open all the locks in hell to get them out, and if I fail,” and here, he stopped and took a deep breath, “then as my last act as your commander, I bid you to continue and succeed where I failed. Agnidhwaj, we must rescue commander Aysha and Elphonse from hell.”
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Post by Septh Silver on Dec 6, 2013 0:15:27 GMT 8
Name: None yet
Race: Fetchling (if allowed)
Guild: The Orzhov Syndicate
Backstory:
Working for the Syndicate, not for the money or power (although they are nice), but for the adventure. Specialises in collecting debts, whether that be by sneaking in, pinching the contents of the strong box, and slipping out, probably leaving a taunting calling card, or walking up, swagger in step, not threaten, but perhaps coldly highlight the many different paths and futures that might take place.
Despite the occasional tough guy act, he is still a gentlemanly thief (maybe not so gentle), and while some may laugh at the notion of "thieves' honour" he does follow that code, not to the T, because he, like most thieves, think of laws more of guidelines than anything.
I was thinking kind of a mix between Moist Von Lipwig, Vetinari, and Batman however more of a precision instrument than the blunt Batman. (WHERE ARE THE DRUGS?)
Ability Points:
STR: 10 DEX: 18 CON: 10 INT: 10 WIS: 14 CHA: 16
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Post by grijm on Dec 6, 2013 9:52:37 GMT 8
Name: Theronis Race: Elf Class: Rogue Alignment: Neutral Guild: Orzhov Syndicate Deity: Nethys Str 10 Dex 17 (15+2) Con 12 (14-2) Int 19 (17+2) Wis 9 Cha 10 Background The secretive nature of the assignment did not faze Theronis one bit, instinctively he knew the importance of the matter and had prepared himself ahead of time. Staring out of the windows of his quarters up unto the towering buildings which houses the Orzhov guild masters, emotions he thought buried from a distant past came back faintly as he reminisce: "Scion of a powerful family, Theronis was gifted to never forget anything he reads or listens, which sets him leagues apart from his peers. Destined to take control of the reins of leadership, his gifts have only earned him a caged existence, as well as a truly deep hatred from other contenders of power. The family fears came true when he was eventually the target of jealousy, as he was kidnapped by hired mercenaries to be silenced. Due to the uproar, Theronis was shipped off on a smuggler’s skiff instead. Wanting to get rid of him in the quickest time, Theronis was hurriedly sold off in a slavers’ market. All this while, Theronis had the strangest of calm for the first time in his life, perhaps even a secret kind of joy."
Theronis jolt back into reality by the sound of his attendants standing at attention. An authoritative man approaches and spoke in a soft voice, "Come with me and keep your voice, take this", as he hands him a wooden case, "I'm sure a man of your talent will figure out what to do with it, opening the case reveals some texts on magical instructions, a tome which he recognizes that the mages in the guild often carry around, and a ring that almost fell as he deftly catches it. His eyes widens a little recognizing a relic of the past, as he hesitantly puts on the tarnished family signet ring. "That, consider it a reward for your many years of service", the man smirks and he turned around and walked ahead. Character Sheet Detail
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Post by emaximusax on Feb 28, 2014 4:31:12 GMT 8
Race: Slyph
Racial "Mutation":
1. Change Shape, Lesser (3 RP): SU
Can assume the appearance of a single form of a single humanoid race of its size. The form is static.
Gain +10 Racial Bonus Disguise checks made to appear as the member of the HUMAN race.
Changing its shape is a standard action.
Original Score: STR: 8 DEX: 15 CON: 15 INT: 17 WIS: 10 CHA: 10
Final Score: STR: 8 DEX: 17 CON: 13 INT: 19 WIS: 10 CHA: 10
Race Ability:
1. Darkvision: Sylphs can see in the dark up to 60 feet.
2. Spell-Like Ability: Whispering Wind: Sylphs with this racial trait gain a +4 racial bonus on Stealth checks. (Replaces the sylph’s spell-like ability racial trait)
3. Air Affinity: Sylph spellcasters with the Air domain use their domain powers and spells at +1 caster level.
4. Languages: Common and Auran. Elven, Dwarven, Draconic, Aquan
1 Campaign Trait
Magical Lineage : Fireball
When you apply metamagic feats to this spell that add at least 1 level to the spell, treat its actual level as 1 lower for determining the spell’s final adjusted level.
School: Admixture
History
Aely Gale was raised in one of the wealthier areas in Ravnica along with his twin brother (Siiva Gale), his mother, Arietta Cappella, a very devoted worshipper of Desna; and Akaash Gale, an esteem crafter of the Izzet League. His interest in magic was trigger by his grandparents, who were unfortunately killed in a freak accident when he was barely 15. On a side note, his mother had instructed and encourage Aely to worship Desna.
Aely interest in magic came from an early age, even for a Sylph born into a family of wizard and was considered a child prodigy. His father began training both his sons at the tender age of 10 and by the time Aely turned 30, he had to turn Aely for proper training in the Izzet League. Side note: Siiva (brother) was a great disappointment to his father, as his greatest wish was to physically train and use his limited talent in wizardry to become the stronger man alive. Aely talent's did not come without a price, however. He had several behavioural quirks that causes him to become bullied by his peers, and his quick grasp in both academic and magical knowledge did not help him much. He do not like any form of physical contact, is highly curious and overly logical in thinking and would not, or rather could not do anything to behave otherwise. After several years of bullying (he knew snitching would cause more bullying), Aely mentally broke down and fell to his early childhood activity... Praying to Desna...
Fast forward to Aely's 55th Birthday, a teenager by Sylph standard, Aely was declared a full fledged wizard by his master and was admitted into the Izzet League as a Field Researcher. He was often seen accompanied by his oddly affectionate hawk familiar (which many found it odd that Aely was very respectful to it), and for reasons unknown, spent most of his spare time in the Temple of Desna, learning the ritualistic rites and lore that could one day grant him to knowledge and ability to be called a Priest of Desna.
Flashing back quickly to his childhood... Aely was again escaping from his peers while in an expedition and he found himself outside a beautiful house that was made out of seemingly the stars and it was surrounded by many butterflies and flowers. He stood to stare at the wondrous site, his curiosity in all things wonderful, beautiful and odd betrayed his ability to escape. His tormentors caught up with Aely and stringed in on top of a tree. They did not seem to notice the house at all... Aely cursed his foolishness and he cursed and he cursed. After a long hour, he fell back to his recently acquired habit of praying to Desna. Then, a lady which looked very like the younger version of his grandmother exited the house and spoke in a musical voice. She simply waved her hand and a blue-banded hawk cut the rope. Aely prepared to cast a spell that would save him from injury, but there was no such need. Motes of light surrounded Aely and he fell gently on the ground. From that day forth, for the next 10 years, his young grandmother would appear in his dreams nightly and teach him... not magic, but about how to live and how not to be bullied... also known as... common sense.
Fast forwarding again, Aely turned 88 when he actually became an honorary Priest of Desna. When interviewed, he stated that he did not know why he had such affinity to Desna, but knew he had made a compact with the goddess.
In the morning of his 105th birthday, a letter came to him, requesting his presence at the Temple of Pact. He headed over and received a briefing and a mission. He was given a chance to reject the mission, but was also urged not to. He thought of his family and his achievements in Ravnica. His parents were very well off, his blessed twin brother had join the ranks of the Boros Legion as a Paladin, his two younger sisters were training and receiving top marks in their schools. He had archived a lot in his short time, and had even surpass his own father in crafting magical items, wrote and published several papers, and had several classes of graduates He was proud of those achievements, but he wanted more. There was nothing really much to think about... and thus he yelled "Screw this plane, I'm going to carve my mark elsewhere!"
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Bazinga! Thought he would really say that? He just said "Sure, I don't see why not. If I'm chosen, I must be the best choice. Let me pack my stuff and we will go. Give me an hour."
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Post by luciandeathbringer on Mar 3, 2014 12:41:21 GMT 8
Name :Grolem Ironflesh of The IronFlesh
race: half-orc
gender:m
class: Bloodrager (steel blood) destined bloodline
alignmnet :CG
Guild: Gruul clans
diety:Gorum
STR:19 , DEX: 13 , CON:14 , INT:10 , WIS:12 , CHA: 14
(25 pt build , +2 for half-orc)
skills:
Acrobatics-11
Climb-10
Intimidate-14
Kn.Arcane-10
Perception-11
Ride-8
spellcraft-10
UMD-8
Linguistics-1
Traits:
Berzerker of society
Fate's favoured
Almost human
Feats:
Toughness
Power atk
Weapon focus (Blade , Heavy)
Eschew materials
Languages:Common , orc , celestial
Background :
The story begans with Grolem Leader and chief of the IronFlesh clan , a small passive-aggressive Clan of orcs . humans , goblins and trolls , The Clan was famous amongst other clans for their knowledge in mining Iron from the land , Iron that was a very important resource 400 years back . due to this , the other clans were Jealous and had banned together to rid off the IronFlesh clan and take slaves for their own biding .
The raid occurred at night while the clan slept , It was only due to the naturally high mountains that surrounded the clans village and the sharp senses of the sentry's that the clan even had a time to close the gates and go on the defensive , Grolem Knew the clan had no chance of surviving and had almost given up hope on its survival , when the Clan elder Khaven had approached with a soulton , one that had been placed in motion before Grolem could stop it , The elder called upon ancient magic , tearing time apart and forcing Grolem into the future , knowing that he was meant for greater and that only he could avenge the IronFlesh clan.
Grolem saw a mass of different colors as he was hurled through a portal like structure , one moment he was amidst his village and the next he had been thrown into a city like environment. Grolem would spend the next year finding coming to terms with the changes in history , the lose of his clan weigh deeply upon him , but he knew that revenge upon those who had nothing to do with he death of his clan would make him as evil as those who had killed his clan.
Thus in an attempt to rebuild his clan and bring back its former glory , Grolem volunteered to be part of an expedition that would send him to a new world , one where he believed he would have a fresh start
Grolem is a Tall Muscular male Half-Orc that favours his human ancestry more , his skin is a dark brown , similar to Meangi natives , his tusks are smaller and point downwards instead of protruding out his mouth , making him look more human in appearance , he has golden iris for eyes
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