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In most RP's the players are heros (or villains), they are powerful and important almost from the moment the game begins and everyone around knows immediately that if they need help they can call on you.

This is not one of those RPs.

Hero Quest is the story of unlikely heros. The story of ordinary NPC's forced into action. The Story of what happenes when the PC's aren't there to help you.

The Story Begins in the castle of Thurmstrang, home of King Garrick. The King's adventurers recently discovered the ruined city of The Elderlings, a group of highly mysterious and very powerful creatures that no one is quite sure the origin of. Once common in the Kingdom of Thurm they are now completely extinct and their cities reclaimed by the forests.

Such Ruins are well known for being full of magical treasures and loot. Thus Garrick has decreeded that an expedition to the Ruin be undertaken and the artifacts taken by the crown before looters get their grubby little hands on it. (So of course he can get his grubby little hands on it instead)

The Expedition will consist of a party of Heroes, their assorted hanger ons, servants, specialists, and slave labor in the form of convicted criminals. Today is the day the Expedition sets off for the Ruins of the Elderlings. And you the players will be among them. Not as Heroes, but as bystanders. Servants, Specialists and even criminals if you so choose taken to the Ruins without being warned of it's dangers. The Expedition departs at Noon.

Choose your station.

Username:
Character Name:
Race:
Profession: (Please give the name, as well as a quick description of how you would use this as a class.)
Station: (ex. Noble, Servant, Prisoner)

Bio: (Origin, Why you are going on this Expedition.)

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In the interest of expediting character creation I'm going to give you a few ground rules. Mostly concerning classes, but also race.

Classes

All classes need to be some form of profession or NPC class. It doesn't matter how farfetched your fighting style is as long as it isn't the same old tired PC classes we all know already.

So no warriors, barbarians, paladins, wizards, sorcerers, clerics, rogues, or the like. Everyone has played those classes before.

Instead choose a profession like Scribe, Chef, Alchemist, Scholar, Farmer, Blacksmith etc...

The way you turn this into a combat class is up to you. Try to be creative in the application, for example...

The bandits hammer on the door into the scribe's quarters. It's only a matter of time before they break through and there is no other way out of the room. The Scribe calmly writes a note, taking great care in the placement of the lines as if unaware of his impending doom. CRACK The door bursts inward and the first bloodthirsty bandit enters the room. Quite calmy the Scribe hands the bandit the note he has just finished.

"That is for you good sir." The scibes says. The bandits looks down at the note in confusion.

I prepared Explosive Runes this Morning.

Have a nice day.


The runes glow sullenly for a moment before exploding in a torrent of flames that incinerates the bandits upper torso. His truncated corpse teeters for a moment before falling backwards into the hallway and into the midsts of several singed and very startled bandits.

"The Pen is mightier than the sword." The Scribe intones, flourishing his quill at the bandits. Their morale broken they scatter to the exits and flee.

The Scribe fighting style I just described through RP sample involves the replication of magic runes which takes no innate magical talent only knowledge of their forms and good penmenship. This concept can be applied to other classes as well.

The Cake is ruined. The perfect Cake, a labor of love, twelve long hours of work all gone to waste. The white icing, so difficult to get with such basic ingrendients, is spattered with the blood of the slaughtered wedding guests.

Of course, Chef Gaston muses to himself, I feel bad about the guests as well. But my Cake! The Devil, summoned by some jealous mage you would assume sits on it's hauches among the carnage of the destoyed buffet scarfing hors devoures meant for the happy couple. Such a disgrace cannot stand. The chef's hand flashes as he flings something at the Devil.

White hot agony washes through the Devil, "Silver!!" It screeches, clawing at the fancy silver cake server currently lodged between it's shoulderblades. Turning to face this new threat the Devil roars it's defiance and charges. Two more flashes and silver cutlery embeds itself in the Devil's chest. The pain of the Silver drops the Demon to it's knees.

Chef Gaston pulls out his rolling pin from where it was sercured to his pastry cart and stalks over to the injured Devil. "You ruined my Cake." There is a sound somewhat similar to a rotten orange being crushed with a mallet as the sturdy wooden rolling pin caves in the Demon's skull.

While Chef may seem like a silly class consider the sheer number of tools which your average chef has. Knives of all description, large blunt rolling pins, spices of all sorts (from salt crystals to dispel wind elementals to pepper to sting sensitive eyes). The Chef is an arsenal of tricks, he also makes a damn fine cake.

If you want to play a fighter then pick a more mundane version. Such as Blacksmith, or City Guard.

If you want to play a rogue then try Cutpurse, or Burglar.

If you want to play a Wizard then try Alchemist, Scholar, or Scribe.

If you want to play a Cleric then try Herbalist, Medicine Man, or Priest.

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Races

All humanoid races are open for use. But you cannot be undead. Undead is not a race, it is state of being. That means no zombies, lichs, Mummies, Vampires, Shades, Ghouls, Wights, Ghasts, or other such creatures.

If you really want to be undead just RP a situation in game where you would become an Undead. But realistic please. No random Vampire attacks. Please wait until after the Expedition has fallen apart before attempting to become more racially intersting.

You have to remember that everyone in the Expedition is either someone who was hired to go there (and thus someone socially acceptable) or a criminal who is being forced to go there (and thus someone who wouldn't be executed immediately). Choose your race accordingly.
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I am the DM for this RP. That means you the players should not introduce monsters, environments, or plot lines on your own. You could propose a plot line through RP, (ex "I sure hope my sister is okay!") but don't just tell everyone to go on your plot.

Also do not control other people's characters without their express permission. It gets too muddled if more than two people make one character do two different things at the same time.
 

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HEROES
Username: Curlycrouton
Character Name: Joe Buttermouth
Race: (quite fat) Human
Profession: Pub landlord. Always carries a tankard, small bag of peanuts, and a frying pan. Oh, and a rolling pin for knocking anyone out should they cause trouble at closing time. Great with traditional food (Sausages, Bacon, Roast Beef etc.) even better with ale (e.g. brewing it, tasting it etc.) Is rather fat, and as such can't really move too swiftly. Can get very angry when someone insults him, or his equally large wife, and is prone to hitting someone with his frying pan. Otherwise, extremely friendly, loyal and amiable. Very noble, likes to think he's never done a bad deed on purpose and speaks in a very, very thick Welsh accent. Has a lazy old dog which follows him everywhere. Finally, he's not afraid of some hard graft and getting his hands dirty with a team.

Station: Just general adventurer, explained in next paragraph.

Bio: Joe's worked in a pub all his life. Starting out as a barman in his father's tavern, he took over the reigns when his father became too old to run it anymore. He now looks after both his parents, who live in the upstairs of his pub. Now as it happens, Joe's wife's birthday's coming up soon, her 60th to be precise. He's going to the ruins to hopefully get his hands on an artifact or two, so he can sell them and get her a really nice present, and throw a big party.

Username: Blayze
Character Name: Fiddeus von Parfenhauser
Race: Barely Human
Profession: "Professional Imbiber" (Alcoholic).
Station: "Professional Wanderer" (Homeless, certainly looks like a criminal)

Biography: Nobody knows (Or cares) where Fiddeus comes from, least of all himself. All he remembers is that he went out to celebrate one special occasion or another with a few swift pints of his favourite stout, and that the past ten or so years of alcoholism have been the result of that decision to have a few drinks spiraling into many more decisions to have many more drinks.

His one "quest", as it were, is to find the greatest pub in existence and the legendary (To him) "Best Pint". Some believe he will be wandering the land forever on such a mission. Others believe that he is immortal or regenerates physical injuries, an argument which is given weight by the way his liver has survived all the abuse he has heaped upon it.

Where he gets all the money he blows on alcohol is a question that has so far remained unanswered, for nobody truly wants to know the answer in case it's something like grave robbing. Unlike other alcoholics, he refuses to become an unwashed wreck. "Landlords tend to refuse to serve you if you'll infect the other patrons."


"Sorry, we're full. Tell you what... If you can shift Ol' Fiddy over there, you can have his seat." He didn't need to look up to know what was going on. Another local group of thugs strutting their stuff in front of the local wenches, come to kick "Ol' Fiddy" around and put him in his place for all to see. It had become a regular event -- but not for the reason this latest bunch of cretins was expecting.

"'ere, clear off y'old git!" one had slurred, attempting to shove him off his stool. Weakling, Fiddeus thought to himself. Another youth incapable of holding their alcohol. When the initial push failed to budge the man, the thug tried again -- and received a tankard to the face for his trouble.

The force of the impact caused him to cry out in shock and pain -- a sound that was replaced by the sound of gagging, as his open mouth was perfectly positioned to receive the vomit that splattered on his face. "Ol' Fiddy" stood up from his stool, having long since mastered the art of walking and moving as normally while drunk as while sober. He let out a loud belch, one that caused -- along with the disgusting sight and smell of the vomit and their friend vomiting himself -- the rest of the assembled thugs to start gagging.

He took a step toward them, the smell of alcohol around him almost a palpable thing, and they panicked. He took a deep breath, gulped for effect -- and they fled, running out of the door and leaving their still-hurling companion on the floor. He glanced up at Fiddeus, who flashed him a grin and beaned him in the head with his tankard once again.


The Alcoholic has a wide variety of abilities at his disposal, including tankards (Crushing) and bottles (Slashing, even piercing) that can be used as melee or ranged weapons, projectile vomiting, extreme B.O. (Capable of choking people), belches and flatulence.

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Motivation: Fiddeus lists his reasons for visiting the ruins as "Maybe there's some ancient alcohol in there that's matured to perfection by now" and "I want to make some cash", in that order.

Username:Blazing Angel
Character Name:Leon Blitzkrieg
Race:Human
Profession: Blacksmith, Leon would generally use this skill to fix his weapons and make new ones to sell to who comes first. His weapons have a reputation of being long lasting.
Station:I guess he is a servant

Bio:Leon spent his life learning how to blacksmith,though he practiced with weapons in his free time, and when his mentor died Leon took over the business and spent most of his time perfecting his "Perfect weapon".

Username: Rabid Toilet
Character Name: Elianus Daranel
Race: Elf
Profession: Scholar. Elianus can invoke simple spells written in the many books he carries with him, provided he can locate the spell when he needs it. Many of the books are fairly hefty, and could be used as a crude bludgeoning device if necessary.
Station: Specialist

Bio: As a scholar, Elianus travels to the many kingdoms of the land, seeking out rare artifacts and trying to improve his already impressive knowledge. Having heard the tale of the mystical Elderlings, he traveled to the Kingdom of Thurm to study them. It wasn't long before he heard of the group of adventurers heading out for the ruins. Excited at this opportunity to study the Elderlings first-hand, he offered his services to the king, who agreed to send him along with the group.

User Name - Arca
Character Name - Lyitanom
Race - Gnome
Profession - Scribe - He doesn't exactly fight, he labels things, and with his history of Magic he can perform some spells, but he has lost his ability to cast anything that isn't written down, so runes and such ( as your example on the forum shows)
Station - He's the Kings Ex head wizard. But comes from fairly normal beginnings not peasant but Merchant family who were the head company when it came to the trade of well anything you asked for.
Bio,
Lyitanom once ruled as high wizard of the Kings court, he never really travelled nor did he ever seek too. His only goal in life was to train the future of spell casters, which ironically was his downfall. It all happened as he was training his newest apprentice, who he had told on numerous occasions to make sure all of his ingredients for the more complicated spells were labels, because as all good wizards know mixing the back hairs of Tarasque with the skin of a blink dog can cause horrible itching, and a slight case of death to all in a 20 ft radius. However the young and over excitable apprentice too involved with the idea of creating fire with his mind took little notice.
It was while the young boy was learning the finer points of sitting still while Lyitanom removed the vine creature that the lad had summoned only to be engulfed and constricted around him, now a creature of such little mind was no match for Lyitanom however he never sought to rush always believing that it was teaching the boy a lesson. But after removing the creature and containing it inside a bag of holding that was steadily filling with the various creatures which had been summoned and then found it apparent to reek havoc and escape usually attaching themselves to the boy before they did in some way or another, but this day was different the clear steady mind of Lyitanom had been losing it's ability to swat away the clouds of mist that were beginning to surround his mind , folks who saw him steadily and more frequently spend his nights labelling jars, and various objects. When questioned he would merely answer, "I'm just making sure that everyone knows what this is, I mean who knows what would happen if the door wasn't labelled, then who would know it was a door. . .huh . . . " this went on for several years, eventually being cast out from court after deciding that the Kings bedroom needed to be labelled, other wise he wouldn't know which one was his. Now normally this would have been over looked but as he was near to completion of labelling the entire room, while the King was sleeping he decided the Queen should be labelled. That was it, he was cast out, though this didn't stop him. You can always find him he labels everything, well not everything but most things.
He is currently following a group of travellers, who need to have a label, though he would have done it a long time ago, but he's been so busy because they keep going places that need labels of their own.
Appearance - Ok, I will admit his look is stolen heavily from Rincewind from Terry Pratchett novels so, red robes tattered a crooked hat, with of course a label on it.

Username: Crowghast.

Character Name:
Markon "The All-in-one and one-in-all!" Harkonnen.

Race: Doppelgänger.

Profession: A wonderful actor, well known for his impersonations, and a successful spy. With this training, and with his mental magic and natural abilities, he can mimic almost any person.
He also enjoys a very lofty relationship with many people who... need information. Including the less savoury of the underworld groups.

Station: Renowned and respected, yet no-one really knows him. His station is only as great as his gift.

Bio:
"What a wonderful world I live in, that I might be famous, wealthy, and have half the king's men at my fingertips, yet still take orders from scum, and their bootscum."

Markon has been sent straight to the bottom, a scandal had proven him to be a spy, and now, to keep his hard-earned reputation, he has a little quest to do... at this "Thurmstrang". And a party of "Heroes"...

VILLAINS

Username: SargentToughie
Character name: Erin Dormav
Race: Human
Profession: Scribe

Bio: As a scribe, he uses his job as an excuse to read as many books as possable, always eager to get his hands on new and interesting books to read he eagerly joined the caravan in an attempt to learn more about the world

What the characters don't know: When he enters the temple, he will come into contact with a dirty and unkept book, as he reads it, his mind broadens to the celestic plains... and a Demon of hate and revenge takes over his motal shell... he then procedes to attempt to kill the heroes and take over the world

Username: TheGhostOfSin

Character name: Zysac Sllyndhao

Race:Demon

Bio: Origianaly an immortal Demi-God with the power to destroy any civilization, Zysac Sllyndhoao (One name, not two) brutally reigned over the world countless years ago, it was thought that it was the living embodyment of evil and would destroy everything without a second thought.
Back when humans were still a primative race the beings of the world fought back and with the help of the most powerful magic users of the age, the beast was stripped of it's powers and imprisoned in pure rock below the ground.

The beasts captors made it imposible for any race known to use magic to free the beast, but made the seal on it's tomb resistant to all but magic.

Some scholers of the time theorised that if humans ever became a civilized race and one of them ever tried to release it with magic they would succeed, these scholers were executed for being for being followers of Zysac Sllyndhao.
 

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Super strength? What powers are you talking about?

This is basically set in the DnD universe. Sort of Europe-esque. Lot's of Knights and wizards and the like running around. As in Old time Heroes, not Superheroes.

The whole point is to play characters that aren't full time Heroes.
 

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Username: Curlycrouton
Character Name: Joe Buttermouth
Race: (quite fat) Human
Profession: Pub landlord. Always carries a tankard, small bag of peanuts, and a frying pan. Oh, and a rolling pin for knocking anyone out should they cause trouble at closing time. Great with traditional food (Sausages, Bacon, Roast Beef etc.) even better with ale (e.g. brewing it, tasting it etc.) Is rather fat, and as such can't really move too swiftly. Can get very angry when someone insults him, or his equally large wife, and is prone to hitting someone with his frying pan. Otherwise, extremely friendly, loyal and amiable. Very noble, likes to think he's never done a bad deed on purpose and speaks in a very, very thick Welsh accent. Has a lazy old dog which follows him everywhere. Finally, he's not afraid of some hard graft and getting his hands dirty with a team.

Station: Just general adventurer, explained in next paragraph.

Bio: Joe's worked in a pub all his life. Starting out as a barman in his father's tavern, he took over the reigns when his father became too old to run it anymore. He now looks after both his parents, who live in the upstairs of his pub. Now as it happens, Joe's wife's birthday's coming up soon, her 60th to be precise. He's going to the ruins to hopefully get his hands on an artifact or two, so he can sell them and get her a really nice present, and throw a big party.
 

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I'm slightly disappointed, Curly. I thought you were going to go the Al Murray route at first.

Username: Blayze
Character Name: Fiddeus von Parfenhauser
Race: Barely Human
Profession: "Professional Imbiber" (Alcoholic).
Station: "Professional Wanderer" (Homeless, certainly looks like a criminal)

Biography: Nobody knows (Or cares) where Fiddeus comes from, least of all himself. All he remembers is that he went out to celebrate one special occasion or another with a few swift pints of his favourite stout, and that the past ten or so years of alcoholism have been the result of that decision to have a few drinks spiraling into many more decisions to have many more drinks.

His one "quest", as it were, is to find the greatest pub in existence and the legendary (To him) "Best Pint". Some believe he will be wandering the land forever on such a mission. Others believe that he is immortal or regenerates physical injuries, an argument which is given weight by the way his liver has survived all the abuse he has heaped upon it.

Where he gets all the money he blows on alcohol is a question that has so far remained unanswered, for nobody truly wants to know the answer in case it's something like grave robbing. Unlike other alcoholics, he refuses to become an unwashed wreck. "Landlords tend to refuse to serve you if you'll infect the other patrons."

"Sorry, we're full. Tell you what... If you can shift Ol' Fiddy over there, you can have his seat." He didn't need to look up to know what was going on. Another local group of thugs strutting their stuff in front of the local wenches, come to kick "Ol' Fiddy" around and put him in his place for all to see. It had become a regular event -- but not for the reason this latest bunch of cretins was expecting.

"'ere, clear off y'old git!" one had slurred, attempting to shove him off his stool. Weakling, Fiddeus thought to himself. Another youth incapable of holding their alcohol. When the initial push failed to budge the man, the thug tried again -- and received a tankard to the face for his trouble.

The force of the impact caused him to cry out in shock and pain -- a sound that was replaced by the sound of gagging, as his open mouth was perfectly positioned to receive the vomit that splattered on his face. "Ol' Fiddy" stood up from his stool, having long since mastered the art of walking and moving as normally while drunk as while sober. He let out a loud belch, one that caused -- along with the disgusting sight and smell of the vomit and their friend vomiting himself -- the rest of the assembled thugs to start gagging.

He took a step toward them, the smell of alcohol around him almost a palpable thing, and they panicked. He took a deep breath, gulped for effect -- and they fled, running out of the door and leaving their still-hurling companion on the floor. He glanced up at Fiddeus, who flashed him a grin and beaned him in the head with his tankard once again.

The Alcoholic has a wide variety of abilities at his disposal, including tankards (Crushing) and bottles (Slashing, even piercing) that can be used as melee or ranged weapons, projectile vomiting, extreme B.O. (Capable of choking people), belches and flatulence.

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Motivation: Fiddeus lists his reasons for visiting the ruins as "Maybe there's some ancient alcohol in there that's matured to perfection by now" and "I want to make some cash", in that order.
 

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Just to be clear, there are no freelance adventurers in the Expedition. There are the Heroes (Hired by the King), the Specialists (Scribes, Alchemists, Scholars etc... Also Hired by the King), the Servants (Hired by the Heroes and Specialists) and the Labor (the criminals who were taken here by the penal system).

I'm thinking Buttermouth would fit with the Servants, while Fiddeus would most likely be in the Labor category (working off several charges of public drunkeness no doubt.)

In case anyone wants to put your character in the Hero category you should be aware that all the heroes will be dead once we get through the exposition. So I would recommend not doing that.
 

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I had suspected.

"We want you to go with him, Topper."
"Why me, ma'am?"
"Because you're the best of what's left."
 

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Character Name:Leon Blitzkrieg
Race:Human
Profession: Blacksmith, Leon would generally use this skill to fix his weapons and make new ones to sell to who comes first. His weapons have a reputation of being long lasting.
Station:I guess he is a servant

Bio:Leon spent his life learning how to blacksmith,though he practiced with weapons in his free time, and when his mentor died Leon took over the business and spent most of his time perfecting his "Perfect weapon".
 

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Leon was inside his shop hammering an axe for a knight who promised to pay well
"Phew, this is one of the toughest jobs I've ever done."
Leon stopped to take a break and headed into the town for some water
 

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Please do not begin the RP yet.

I would like to get one more person to join and then we will be able to start. If no one joins for a while I will make a character to flesh out the party and then we can start. I'll let you know when we start because you are all going to be together in the caravan.

I'll give you background and things to do once we have a full party.
 

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I was about to leap in here, ready to burn some fools for ripping off of my HoTC Rp... but you have saved yourself from a toughie thrashing because of your originallity

is the slot for "Final boss" Open? I'd like it
 

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I was going to run a more traditional campaign, so normally I would say no. If you wanted you could be the main villain I suppose. But you have to start off as a lower class anyway.

Possibly make a scholar, then once we get to the ruins you can pick up a Book Of Evil and become the villain or something. Read words man was not meant to know and become a lich or something.

Anyway, what did I rip off? What does HoTC stand for?

The whole point of the RP is for everyone to start off Mundane and become something different over the course of the RP. So if you want to be a villain start off as a moderately unpleasant person first.
 

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HoTC is My RP... and your game has nothing in common with mine, the name just threw me off

(Heroes of the crest... you understand)

and I'll give you idea some thought... It's been a while sence I've burned some fools
 

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I would like someone to pick a less straightforward class, which might be why I'm pushing scholar and scribe.

I've done this type of RP before and it can be really fun. One time the party was a Chef, a Juggler, a Clown, a Scribe, and an Alchemist. It was awesome.
 

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SargentToughie post=362.74688.847193 said:
I was about to leap in here, ready to burn some fools for ripping off of my HoTC Rp... but you have saved yourself from a toughie thrashing because of your originallity

is the slot for "Final boss" Open? I'd like it
Great, just great, JUST FRIGGIN' GREAT! I do not look forward to "Trying" to kill Sargent Toughie.
(Him being m mentor and all I think I'd be jumping the gun as it were)
So moving on MAKE TOUGHIE THE FINAL BOSS!
 

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Your RP intrigues me, and I may wish to join.

Out of curiosity, you say we can pick "humanoid" races, but what world are we basing that off of? D&D, Warhammer, Star Wars?
 

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Dungeons and Dragons, I am afraid I don't know anything about Warhammer, or Star Wars races for that matter.

Core races would be Human, Elf, Dwarf, Half-orc, Halfling, Half-elf, and Gnome. No Eladrin or Dragonborn. I hate them. I do like Tiefling but they seem out of place. Am I forgetting any races?. Once you and Toughie make character sheets I think we can start.

Toughie you can be the final boss, just start off as something less ominous for the beginning. I will twist you into an evil warlord through the course of the RP. I would recommend a Scholar or Priest if you want to go Artifact O' Doom route. Or you could go for some kind of Guard or fighting class if you would rather have a Cursed/Sentient Weapon.
 

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Dang, I wanted to be the "humanoid, but by no means human" member of the group. Possibly an Argonian pick pocket of some sort. Ah well, D&D works too.

Username: Rabid Toilet
Character Name: Elianus Daranel
Race: Elf
Profession: Scholar. Elianus can invoke simple spells written in the many books he carries with him, provided he can locate the spell when he needs it. Many of the books are fairly hefty, and could be used as a crude bludgeoning device if necessary.
Station: Specialist

Bio: As a scholar, Elianus travels to the many kingdoms of the land, seeking out rare artifacts and trying to improve his already impressive knowledge. Having heard the tale of the mystical Elderlings, he traveled to the Kingdom of Thurm to study them. It wasn't long before he heard of the group of adventurers heading out for the ruins. Excited at this opportunity to study the Elderlings first-hand, he offered his services to the king, who agreed to send him along with the group.