Getting to Know You Thread

Name: Cadell Einion
Race: Elf
Sex: Male
Age: 2,500-3,000
Height: 6'6"
Eyes: Pale grey
Hair: Ash blond

Class: Knight
Attributes:
- STR: average
- DEX: average
- CON: average
- INT: average
- WIS: average
- CHA: average

Bio: Cadell is a servant of an elven Queen who dwells deep in an expansive forest; he serves her with undying loyalty, and has done so for more than two thousand years. Recently a large group of humans have taken up residence in a part of the forest, and being mistrustful of the elves, walled it off to keep them out. Reactions are mixed: many of the elves are openly antagonistic toward the humans, while some are more neutral, and others are kind. The humans do not provoke the elves, but will fight back if threatened.

When a horde of orcs numbering in the thousands threatened the forest and its inhabitants, Cadell was the one to initiate a truce between the humans and elves so that they could face their common enemy together, and he acted as emissary and messenger while the two sides prepared for war. A spy for the orcs went into the humans' midst, and on returning to report, he kidnapped Cadell and brought him before their leader. Cadell was tortured in an attempt to sway his loyalty, which failed. He escaped the orcs and returned to the Queen, resuming his duties once he healed. As war finally broke out, he led the elves' forces into battle alongside the humans; they defeated the orcs, though both sides suffered many casualties, and Cadell himself nearly died from a poisoned wound.

The truce between the races ended when the orcs were driven off and their leader defeated. Now Cadell is aboard the ship headed to the northern kingdom, as ordered by his Queen, and he is none too happy about it, having never been to the sea or on a boat in his life.

 

Good idea, LS! Here's what I have so far:

Name: Rydh Zwei (pronounced Reed Zway)
Race: Half-elf (favoring elven lineage)
Class: Cleric
Alignment: Neutral Good
Religion: TBD
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blonde
Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 170 lbs.

Known Traits
Str - I'll lift stuff, but don't ask me to arm-wrestle.
Dex - By human standars, I'm alright. By Elven standards, I'm a bit of a klutz.
Con - Ugh. Let's just say this is why I like healing spells.
Int - I have a fully functional brain. Sometimes I use it well...
Wis - ...But I rely on instinctive thinking. It's done wonders for me so far.
Cha - I'm not repulsive.

Back Story

I don't always sleep well. Sometimes I have nightmares.

I dream of Mother crying out as the men cut Father down. I dream of her screams as they dragged her away. I dream of my sister, so young, weeping because of the pain.

And then I wake up. I pray. I strengthen my resolve.

I want to help people. I want to heal them. Help them laugh, help them love. I want to make the world a better place to live. I want people to thrive, and I'll work hard to see it done.

I'm journeying to a land I've heard is cursed. Whatever it is that afflicts those people, I'll fight it. And, if my God wills it, I'll win.

 

Name: Matthew Bladehawk
Race: Human
Class: Knight
Age: 24
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Gray
Alignment: Lawful Good

Back Story

After expereincing slavery under a Evil master in the far south, I stole my masters horse and escaped north. I pledged to follow the full code of Conduct of the Knights and to Protect the weak.

Once north I found the land there was also ruled by an evil Tyrant. Luckily I was able to find someone to train me in the way of the Horse and the Sword. After one long year of fighting I finally overthrew the Tyrant.

I heard there was a ship headed even farther north, So I decided to see were adventure would take me.

 

A Few More Details...

Rydh is a Cleric of Betula, the Elven Deity of Combat. Let's just say that he's a good healer, but more than ready for a fight. In fact, his God demands it. Once per year, Rydh has to pit himself in in single combat against a deadly foe. In other words, when Rydh says "Stand back guys, this one's mine," he means it.

 

Hello everyone! I just wanted to show you the character that will be joining you when you reach port.

Name: Garthyr Tanglewyld
Gender: Male
Race: Half-elf favoring Human
Class: Assassin
Age: 21
Appearance: Blue eyes, dark reddish-brown hair, slender build, average height
Alignment: Lawful Neutral (though he leans towards evil)
Faith: Agapanthus

STR: average
DEX: I'm pretty good at dodging stuff
CON: average
INT: average
WIS: average
CHA: average

Back Story:

Garthyr had an average childhood; worse than some, but better than most. That is until his home burned to the ground with his parents inside. That one event changed the course of his life forever. He was sent to live with his uncle, a high-ranking member of the enigmatic Order of the Moonblades, a cult devoted to the goddess of the moon Agapanthus.

His uncle may have been a higher-up but that earned him no special treatment as far as the Order was concerned. In fact he was treated quite poorly by the predominantly elven guild-members. That changed when he showed considerable potential for being an assassin.

Garthyr progressed quickly in his training. He is on his first solo Contract despite the disapproval of the more conservative members of the governing board who believe he is too young. They would like nothing better than to see him fail, so they have assigned him a Contract on a man hiding in the cursed lands to the north.

 

Waiting somewhere in the darkness, unseen, and unheard is:
Called; Aliron (Shadow walker) real name?
Elven thief

Align. Neutral

Worships: Agapanthus, God of Moon

Str; average
Int above average
Wis slightly above average
Dex: well above average
Con average
Chr; none to pretty

Aliron is a shy street smart elf. He is slow to trust; loyal to those he calls friends.
His father and mother were nomadic thieves, travelled on more than one occasions with traveling shows.
Dislikes and will never trust Dwarves. It was late, after a few drinks, the dwarves decided they didn’t want him and his family drinking in the same tavern. The night ended with the death of his father.
He will not start a fight, he might even run from a fight, but he will never abandon his friends, returning unseen to slip a blade in the back of their foe.
He wears dull dark brown or black clothing, with a black hooded cloak, the only thing to sparkle is his moon shaped necklace.

Garthyr Tanglewyld, I think I might look forward to meeting you, maybe even buy you a drink.
You might find me at a quiet tavern in an out of the way dark corner table, close to a door.

 

((As my previous back story was thrown together rather quickly I decide to post an updated one with more details and slight changes.))

My early life was hard. Though I suppose it could have been worse, I was a slave to Lutan Sela, one of many plantation owners in the south. I hated my life in slavery but I was also patient. I waited untill my master was away and his overseers busy then made my escape. I took one of my master's horses and rode north.

Once I was far out of the reach of my master I realized I had no idea what to do now that I was free. I eventually found my way to a temple of the god Tyr. I was skeptical about the gods; I couldn't understand why they let evils like slavery exist in this world. But the priests of Tyr were kind to me and took care of me for a time. I learned much in my stay at the temple, history, horsemanship, honor, and fighting. I pledged myself to follow Tyr and trust him for guidance and strength. As a servant of Tyr I set myself to a code of honor, that of the knights and swore to smite whatever evil I came across.

I then left the temple and headed farther north. I journeyed until I reached a large inland city called Fort Marwog. However it was ruled by an evil tyrant, Ralang, I gathered some support from the city and started a yearlong war against Ralang. After his defeat the citizens of Marwog wanted me to rule them; however I declined and left the city to one of my commanders, a good man and fine leader. I continued north continuing my fight against evil, until I reached a coastel city and heard of the city of Skilrind and its curse. I signed aboard the Baldnir and hoped to be able to free Skilrind from its curse.

 

Somewhere in the next days Mauve may be joining you.


Mauve

Race: Human
Class: Wizard (shhhhhh, you're not supposed to know this!)

Gender: Female
Eyes: Redwood-brown
Hair: Black
Age: 20
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 104 lbs

You can see her here: - Stained - by *vielmond on deviantART
When I drew it I got carried away by the music, she's not so regal and usually don't wander covered in blood.

About

Mauve is a child of the North. She rarely comments on her homeland, except when remarking how it's located in the middle of nowhere. Well, you may be able to infer some facts from her appearance.

A slender woman, she wields a short spear and never dons a true armor, preferring some old-fashioned - not really flattering - clothes and a fur-trimmed, battered red cloak. She got golden rings on her long, raven black hair, which is usually loosely braided and untidy. Her skin is fair, with a soft olive tint.

Three scars cross her right cheek, one of them going up to her nose, other, her forehead. It's her most striking feature - if you dare to get close enough to see them, of course - but not the only scars she got. They're jagged and don't look like if they were made by blade.

Mauve's serious semblance speaks of a reserved person and her stare is unnerving. Curiously, when talked to she's not so serious at all, her slightly low-pitched voice echoing jokes and sometimes odd phrases, all while she smiles with ease her characteristic almost charming smirk.

And that's how Mauve is. Who she is is another story...

 

Hiljikki
half-elf (human-favoring)
Druid level 1

S: not so much
D: average
C: average
I: average
W: beyond her years… whatever those are
Ch: beyond her looks… and those ain't bad

armor: hide
weapons: shortbow, short spear, dagger
other stuff: lots, a fair amount of it in Hirvi's saddlebags

reindeer (name: Hirvi), with full riding tack
vihmakissa (well, that's what she calls it; name: Täplä)
raven (name: Taevataat)

Hiljikki, as with no few adventurers, isn’t all that fond of talking about her past. She’s quiet, serious, and often seems more in touch with the local flora than with anything that uses language to communicate. Which doesn’t make her a wallflower. For starters, she spends most of her time in places that don’t have walls. Were it not that “elfin” describes her almost perfectly, no one would ever expect that she had elven blood; those who do are more inclined to think that she’s about one-eighth-elven rather than half-elven. Which, in fact, she may be, for all anyone can get anything out of her about her parents. Unquestionably, she favors her human side.

Her hair and complexion are both as pale as they get on anyone who isn’t an albino, though one look at her wide, bright eyes will prevent any possible mistake: they’re a vibrant blue… except when they’re a vibrant green. Sometimes they seem to alternate between the two simply with a change of angle, though generally lighting (and perhaps weather and mood) have more to do with the variation. Her five-foot-not-so-much, one hundred-and-less pound frame suggests a delicacy which is only reinforced by her features, fingers, and frame: she might easily be mistaken for a twelve-year-old… of either gender. The more so since her heavy hide-and-fur armor/clothing conceals so much of her that it’s hard to make firm determinations of any sort about her shape. And makes it quite a surprise when she opens her mouth to speak, or to sing, and a rich contralto comes forth. While she carries a small flute, and wields it proficiently, she’s more likely to be found chanting when she’s inclined toward music… which, among other times, seems to be every time she casts a spell.

While you’ve certainly heard of reindeer being used as draft animals–for sleds–you’ve never actually seen anybody ride one before. No doubt her size contributes to her ability to do so, as well as to why most other people do not. Antlers notwithstanding, the deer has been trained to react to combat situations by staying well out of them.

In addition to the reindeer, Hiljikki is accompanied by two other companions. One is a raven, which is nearby her so infrequently save when she wants it for something that it might easily be imagined she summons fresh ones whenever she wants a particular task performed. The other is a creature you’ve never seen before. It resembles a cross between a domestic cat and a weasel, though with a lushly-furred tail that exceeds its body length, it’s impossible to mistake for either. Its ears are also larger than a cat’s, and its face sharper. And it climbs better than any non-primate you’ve ever seen… and most of those as well. Its silver fur is spotted with rows of faint black, and the tail sports alternating rings of the two colors. She calls it a "vihmakissa"–whatever that is when it's at home. This companion is so persistent it is almost never away from her person unless it’s foraging, or unless she confines it to a saddlebag for its own safety. In addition to the “tricks” she’s taught it, it seems to have taught itself to “dance,” or at any rate to cavort to her musical accompaniment. Great entertainment on long, cold northern nights.

She seems to follow a particular deity. Unfortunately, which one it might be is difficult to tell, since she seems determined never to refer to him by the same name twice in the same conversation. (She does at least use pronouns.) Not all of the names seem to even be in the same language.

 

Oh, yeah, right. Guess she can. She just hadn't devoted any thought to that yet.

I said your INT was higher than hers.…

Yes, CHA is the second Prime. Only a 16, not an 18, but still pretty solid whenever you're trying to sweet-talk the bartender. Which she has to do a lot, to convince him not to card her. Not that she isn't old enough… we just ain't got cards, so she can't show one.

Here's a thought: we can work him together. I'll bat my eyes, you bat his head.

Then she'll let you try drinking her under the table. With your WIS, you'll stop noticing soon enough she's just sipping her drink.

And then she'll hustle you.

 

For anyone else that has trouble remembering whos who;
Cadell;male elf knight
Rydh Zwei:male cleric half elf
Ankari; male elf ranger
Mattew Bladehawk; human male knight
Baldhart; female barbarian
Garthyr Tanglewyld half elf assasin male (never seen this one...Have you?)
Mauve; female human wizard
Hiljikki; half elf druid female

 

Good to know, but you're missing Aliron and Nod. ^^

 

Interesting that my you give my characters last name but not Baldhart's, Ankari's or Cadell's. ((Especially since Baldhart’s last name actually means something))

 

Well, Cadell doesn't technically have a last name; Einion is another name he gave himself. It means "anvil" in Welsh/elvish. XD

 

I've rolled so many bad numbers trying to cast that I'm starting to doubt about Mauve being a wizard.

(Aliron: Sneaky, hooded, smart assassin with pointy ears
Nod: Little thing covered in blood, who like songs)

 

Your bad luck with the dice continues to intrigue me. I wonder why it hates you so much?