The Tower of Druaga (heroic fantasy- p.II / Open)
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Ascelpion said:I've never even heard of that. I thought you were going to say something else.Pappytech said:
At least now we don't have the burden of being original
Pappytech said:
I've just found out that someone else had this exact same concept, and has made a series about it.Asclepion said:
So I'm just gonna put this here as I don't want to get overrun by those who're just coming in.
I'll edit if I find out any story bits that make me feel the need to edit.
Name: Mazagog Swinon, son of Grozznik Swinon, Zag if you mispronounce it.
Age & Gender: 44, Male
Height & Weight: Mazagog would be just shy of 7 feet tall, but due to his slouch his head ends up being more about 6 and a half. He weighs in at about 370 pounds.
Appearance: Mazagog looks like a cross between a boar and a man. His skin is covered with a coat of bristly brown fur, which only ends at his hooven feet, along with a small tail he keeps tucked under his armor. His face is almost entirely like a boar's, with the exception of his eyes which are shaped in the same manner, but are front-set, and posses a human-like iris and pupils, which are green in color. His legs are bent backwards, and are much thicker than any other humans. His arms are also thick, though thankfully for him they end with 5 fingers to properly grasp weapons. His body is riddled with different scars, and a few noticeable ones include several on his wrist, a large one on his shoulder, and a round burn-mark on his left cheek.
History: Born on the cruel and barbaric level, of Taruras, a Mazagog is the second son of an infamous and powerful warlord, Grozznik Swinon. The Line of Swinon is notable for it's bloodline being cursed with the visage of a monstrous combination of man and boar This is due to their ancestor, Efwid'me Swinon, a truly arrogant and proud warlord, invading and slaughtering the village under the protection of one of the level's many High Druids, the unofficial ruling class of the level. When the High Druid heard of the warlord's sin, he laid out a curse on Efwid'me's blood-line. Until they repented they would be cursed with the appearance of a boar, doomed to straddle the line between man and beast. And to dull his violent nature, he made it so no Swinon may recover a wound as long as the enemy that inflicted it still lived.
The High Druid however, did not account for Efwid'me's lack of vanity. He and the rest of the barbarian tribes saw it as a boon rather than a curse. He was now stronger, faster, more durable, and the curse had an unintended side-effect, due to the evil nature that curses bring with them. For every enemy a Swinon killed in combat, they would grow ever so bigger. While to most it may be nothing, but to an accomplished warrior like Efwid'me, who raided in his spare time and charged at the head of every army, it meant power over any that oppose him. Efwid'me would grow to be 9 feet tall, from his original height of 6. The Swinon family would grow to chisel out an empire out of their lands, where the boar-men were respected and honored as great warriors.
Mazagog is a prince to the Kingdom of the Boar, and yet he knows that true power does not lie on his level. To ascend to the throne his brother would have to die, (which would be unlikely to say the least, as he was healthy and a great warrior). Or he would have to kill his dearest brother, which is something he could not even fathom. Mazagog had decided that his power lay elsewhere, at the top of the tower. A Swinon hadn't made the climb for several generations, and so he was seen as odd at the least. Why he would leave the comfort of the royal life his family could never figure out, but he was allowed, as he was if nothing expendable when it came to the line of succession.
Reason to be here/things to do: To test himself in combat, to fulfill the blood requirements of his family's line, and to perhaps even make it to the top just to fulfill his curiosity.
Personality: Mazagog, despite his horrible visage and brutish nature, is actually quite polite and generous, if not loud and boisterous. He feels pity on those smaller than him for being weaker, and respects those that are going through the hardships of the climb without any natural boost to their abilities. He is still thankful of his heritage however, and is fiercely proud of his blood-line and the powers it grants to him. He cares little for the actual power granted by the trip, and is in it only for the sake of improving himself martially and physically, while at the same time collecting stories and trophies he can take back to his homeland. As such he will usually get distracted by the trip in favor of fighting the local wildlife or warriors of the level. Due to not caring much for the power, he is readily able to work with the group without suspicion as he makes his goals perfectly clear, and only wishes to know what the Last Room might actually contain.
Notable skills: When it comes to combat Mazagog brings little training, preferring the brute force of his blows and the flurry he delivers them to deal with any threat. His strength is so great that he can break arms beneath steel shields if someone is as foolhardy as to block his attacks head on in place of reflecting it. He is also notable for his ever increasing girth and height, which only increase as long as he kills his foes. It is very subtle, but a long enough time spent fighting will give him a noticeable increase in height. He is also able to survive on little food and water while traveling, though if not fed properly before or after a battle he will become tired easily.
Equipment: Mazagog brings with him a mighty halberd that is much larger to accommodate his height. Specifically a halberd, as Mazagog knows that the enemies of the levels will be varied indeed, and as such has chosen a weapon that would help him in any situation. He wears the chest-piece and helm made of iron-wrought plate, and light tan tunic he wears underneath. He carries with him a large pack of food, and has several golden and ivory medallions and trophies from his level he uses to barter.
Age & Gender: 44, Male
Height & Weight: Mazagog would be just shy of 7 feet tall, but due to his slouch his head ends up being more about 6 and a half. He weighs in at about 370 pounds.
Appearance: Mazagog looks like a cross between a boar and a man. His skin is covered with a coat of bristly brown fur, which only ends at his hooven feet, along with a small tail he keeps tucked under his armor. His face is almost entirely like a boar's, with the exception of his eyes which are shaped in the same manner, but are front-set, and posses a human-like iris and pupils, which are green in color. His legs are bent backwards, and are much thicker than any other humans. His arms are also thick, though thankfully for him they end with 5 fingers to properly grasp weapons. His body is riddled with different scars, and a few noticeable ones include several on his wrist, a large one on his shoulder, and a round burn-mark on his left cheek.
History: Born on the cruel and barbaric level, of Taruras, a Mazagog is the second son of an infamous and powerful warlord, Grozznik Swinon. The Line of Swinon is notable for it's bloodline being cursed with the visage of a monstrous combination of man and boar This is due to their ancestor, Efwid'me Swinon, a truly arrogant and proud warlord, invading and slaughtering the village under the protection of one of the level's many High Druids, the unofficial ruling class of the level. When the High Druid heard of the warlord's sin, he laid out a curse on Efwid'me's blood-line. Until they repented they would be cursed with the appearance of a boar, doomed to straddle the line between man and beast. And to dull his violent nature, he made it so no Swinon may recover a wound as long as the enemy that inflicted it still lived.
The High Druid however, did not account for Efwid'me's lack of vanity. He and the rest of the barbarian tribes saw it as a boon rather than a curse. He was now stronger, faster, more durable, and the curse had an unintended side-effect, due to the evil nature that curses bring with them. For every enemy a Swinon killed in combat, they would grow ever so bigger. While to most it may be nothing, but to an accomplished warrior like Efwid'me, who raided in his spare time and charged at the head of every army, it meant power over any that oppose him. Efwid'me would grow to be 9 feet tall, from his original height of 6. The Swinon family would grow to chisel out an empire out of their lands, where the boar-men were respected and honored as great warriors.
Mazagog is a prince to the Kingdom of the Boar, and yet he knows that true power does not lie on his level. To ascend to the throne his brother would have to die, (which would be unlikely to say the least, as he was healthy and a great warrior). Or he would have to kill his dearest brother, which is something he could not even fathom. Mazagog had decided that his power lay elsewhere, at the top of the tower. A Swinon hadn't made the climb for several generations, and so he was seen as odd at the least. Why he would leave the comfort of the royal life his family could never figure out, but he was allowed, as he was if nothing expendable when it came to the line of succession.
Reason to be here/things to do: To test himself in combat, to fulfill the blood requirements of his family's line, and to perhaps even make it to the top just to fulfill his curiosity.
Personality: Mazagog, despite his horrible visage and brutish nature, is actually quite polite and generous, if not loud and boisterous. He feels pity on those smaller than him for being weaker, and respects those that are going through the hardships of the climb without any natural boost to their abilities. He is still thankful of his heritage however, and is fiercely proud of his blood-line and the powers it grants to him. He cares little for the actual power granted by the trip, and is in it only for the sake of improving himself martially and physically, while at the same time collecting stories and trophies he can take back to his homeland. As such he will usually get distracted by the trip in favor of fighting the local wildlife or warriors of the level. Due to not caring much for the power, he is readily able to work with the group without suspicion as he makes his goals perfectly clear, and only wishes to know what the Last Room might actually contain.
Notable skills: When it comes to combat Mazagog brings little training, preferring the brute force of his blows and the flurry he delivers them to deal with any threat. His strength is so great that he can break arms beneath steel shields if someone is as foolhardy as to block his attacks head on in place of reflecting it. He is also notable for his ever increasing girth and height, which only increase as long as he kills his foes. It is very subtle, but a long enough time spent fighting will give him a noticeable increase in height. He is also able to survive on little food and water while traveling, though if not fed properly before or after a battle he will become tired easily.
Equipment: Mazagog brings with him a mighty halberd that is much larger to accommodate his height. Specifically a halberd, as Mazagog knows that the enemies of the levels will be varied indeed, and as such has chosen a weapon that would help him in any situation. He wears the chest-piece and helm made of iron-wrought plate, and light tan tunic he wears underneath. He carries with him a large pack of food, and has several golden and ivory medallions and trophies from his level he uses to barter.
I'll edit if I find out any story bits that make me feel the need to edit.
Name: Caleb Nuuruhuine (the masked ranger)
Age & gender: 57 & Male (elf)
Height & Weight: 6'4 & 160 Lbs
Appearance:
Caleb is quite tall and is a bit thin even for an elf. His body has been trained and adjusted by his training as an result he has become quite muscled. He has pale skin, light gray hair and dark brown eyes. He wears an large cape that is wrapped around him at all times. It can change color to better suit the environment. He wears an big custom made longbow on his back and a large one handed sword on his right hip. He almost always has his hood on. It covers only a small piece of his face but the rest seems to be wrapped in shadows when he has his hood on. He is seen smiling most of the time. He wears an armor made out of black scales that covers his entire body. And underneath that an armor made out of ordinary clothes with an iron layer made into it. He also almost always wears an mask. He takes his mask off before going to sleep and when alone with friends. His right arm around his elbow is gray, the curse is slowly spreading. And he has a few smaller scars on his chest and arms from fights and traps that went off.
History:
Caleb was born in the woods. His father an mother were hunters and growing up he learned everything a hunter needed to know. He enjoyed an good education and had quite some friends, and spent all of his free time in the woods practicing with his skills or just running around exploring the woods. The village he lived in was peaceful nothing ever happened, nothing ever changed. He didn't like that much he was more of an traveler it was in his blood. When he turned 17 his father gave him his own hand made bow and his cloak which was altered using a special kind of plant. And told him who he really was. His father was an famous treasure hunter who had traveled the land for the last 40 year before settling down here. Caleb and his father hugged each other and he thanked his father for always being there for him. Caleb left his home behind never to return. His father knew this but he knew that whatever dangers were waiting for Caleb he could handle them.
Caleb traveled around allot this is when he heard of an old crypt that was said to be cursed. Caleb went there to find a few skeletons and other minor evil things. After dispatching them he explored the ruins, he felt an rush which he has never felt before. This was his calling exploring places and seeing new things. He found quite some loot and was called the 'the masked ranger' by the people from the village which he helped.
He traveled the land the next 30 years exploring things, learning new languages, dealing with traps and such. His natural intelligence kicked in and he began to pick up all kinds of handy skills. He had become a legend through the land in which he lived. He was still known as 'the masked ranger' he liked the name so he kept it. He found all kinds of artifacts and he earned good money. It was then that he decided to go into training with the legendary Ancients. They were a group of immortal elves which only accepted the most worthy of students. They accepted him and he was trained there for almost 4 years. He returned a new man he had been chosen by the elder elves an one of their champions. They had Bestowed upon him a special kind of magic, and they had also made him train his mind and body to an high level. Though the legends of the masked ranger had decreased there were still quite allot that new his name.
He began traveling again and the legend once again grew around him. Especially when he killed a black dragon in combat and turned his scales into an armor. (He didn't really kill it in combat but that is an story for another time.) This all went quite good for 6 years. Until a few weeks ago when he went to his biggest challenge yet. He wanted to rid the world of an ancient staff which corrupted the land around it. He entered it fully prepared but what he came face to face with was far too strong for him to handle. He met the ancient necromancer, a necromancer who had been around since the beginning of their history. A fight followed in which Caleb was defeated the necromancer touched him on his right arm and cursed it. Caleb ran away he knew he had no real hope of defeating this enemy.
He looked at his arm when he was in his home again the place that he had touched had turned gray. He went to his best friends an incredibly wise elf, his friend told him that he had been cursed with death. Though his blessing of the ancients had somehow slowed it down. Normally when cursed with death you immediately die. Caleb was crushed by this news, his friend told him he had only a few years left. Caleb went home and didn't know what to do anymore. He then decided that this wasn't the way he would go out, He would go out as the biggest legend anyone has ever known. He had heard the tale of the legend of the tower and eventually decided that if he was to reach the top floor that he would become one of the biggest legends there was. So he grabbed his best gear and then left once again. He knew that he wouldn't come back. This was his final journey so he might as well make it an memorable one.
Reason to be here/Things to do:
He wants to reach the top of the tower. And when he reaches it he hopes to become one the biggest legends there ever lived. He hopes to find a cure along the way but highly doubts there excites one.
Personality:
Caleb is friendly to most people. He loves sharing stories of his legendary exploits with other people. He has always been brave but since he has been cursed he hasn't been scared of anything anymore, knowing the end is near robbed him of all his fears. He regrets leaving his home town and all of his friends like this. In his travels he has seen allot of different cultures and different kind of people, he likes meeting strange people. He adapts really quickly to almost any situation. He is quite depressed about being cursed, but this has also made him very passionate about live. He wants to try all kinds of things before he dies.
Anyone who gets on his good side can always count on him, he never breaks his word. Though he will only share his curse and sadness with his best friend or someone who he trust with his live. Sometimes he has attacks of fear or anger or sadness because of his curse. He can contain them most of the time. But sometimes they completely overwhelm him. He loves being in the wild doesn't matter where deserts, forest, he just loves being outdoors. He really dislikes being in cities or other civilized places. The more people who live together in such places, the more anxious he is to leave.
He is quite old for human standards but for elvish standards he is only mid teenage age, that is why he prefers to keep on his mask. When he wears his mask other elves treat him with respect. But as soon as he stops wearing some of them see him as an foolish child.
Notable skills:
Caleb is almost an master in the use of bows, and he is very skilled in using 1 handed swords. He usually fights by firing at his enemies with his longbow and using his magic to strengthen his arrows. But when they get to close he grabs his swords and continues fighting them with it. When he uses his sword he relies on acrobatics skills and sword fighting skill more then brute force. He has been given a blessing by the immortals which allows him to charge his arrow with nature powers (such as light, water, fire, electricity, force he has more then these 5 though.) He has good survival skills (building a fire, chopping wood, climbing ,free running etc.) as well as his hunting skills(preparing animals, hunting, cooking etc.). He has some experience disarming traps. He has minimal experience with repairing his own armor (he could place back a few scales if the armor wasn't too damaged), he can't repair an normal armor though. He is good at sewing.
Equipment:
A custom made long bow, His dragon scale armor, an iron armor, a couple of masks and a custom made cloak. His one handed sword. A quiver with 60 arrows with special tips that open when they hit someone. So removing them rips a chunk of flesh out of your body. Unless you know the special way to remove it. He also caries a few other special arrows such as poison tipped ones. And his gear which he carries in his big backpack hidden under his cloak.
A bedroll, tent supports, an large blanket. 2 water skins, quite some rations. 40 feet of rope, flint and steel, and a hatchet. bandages, needle and thread, medical salves. Black dragon scales, an hammer, some reserve armor parts. A couple of different knives for skinning or making arrows etc, a wet stone, a couple of arrow heads. Quite some gold coins and allot of silver coins.
Curse:
Caleb's curse will kill him in a couple of years 2-5, it slowly weakens his entire body and where it has spreads he loses any feeling in it. He sometimes coughs up black blood, and he has attacks of sadness, depression, anger and paranoia. He heals however slightly faster then normal. The curse is supposed to make someone really weak but keep him alive to suffer an horrible death. Though every time he heals the flesh that grows back is also dead. He has random pain attacks which lock down his muscles. It is impossible to curse him though, the death curse is so strong it doesn't allow any other cures to work on Caleb. As far as he knows and all the other intelligent people he knows there is no cure.
Age & gender: 57 & Male (elf)
Height & Weight: 6'4 & 160 Lbs
Appearance:
Caleb is quite tall and is a bit thin even for an elf. His body has been trained and adjusted by his training as an result he has become quite muscled. He has pale skin, light gray hair and dark brown eyes. He wears an large cape that is wrapped around him at all times. It can change color to better suit the environment. He wears an big custom made longbow on his back and a large one handed sword on his right hip. He almost always has his hood on. It covers only a small piece of his face but the rest seems to be wrapped in shadows when he has his hood on. He is seen smiling most of the time. He wears an armor made out of black scales that covers his entire body. And underneath that an armor made out of ordinary clothes with an iron layer made into it. He also almost always wears an mask. He takes his mask off before going to sleep and when alone with friends. His right arm around his elbow is gray, the curse is slowly spreading. And he has a few smaller scars on his chest and arms from fights and traps that went off.
History:
Caleb was born in the woods. His father an mother were hunters and growing up he learned everything a hunter needed to know. He enjoyed an good education and had quite some friends, and spent all of his free time in the woods practicing with his skills or just running around exploring the woods. The village he lived in was peaceful nothing ever happened, nothing ever changed. He didn't like that much he was more of an traveler it was in his blood. When he turned 17 his father gave him his own hand made bow and his cloak which was altered using a special kind of plant. And told him who he really was. His father was an famous treasure hunter who had traveled the land for the last 40 year before settling down here. Caleb and his father hugged each other and he thanked his father for always being there for him. Caleb left his home behind never to return. His father knew this but he knew that whatever dangers were waiting for Caleb he could handle them.
Caleb traveled around allot this is when he heard of an old crypt that was said to be cursed. Caleb went there to find a few skeletons and other minor evil things. After dispatching them he explored the ruins, he felt an rush which he has never felt before. This was his calling exploring places and seeing new things. He found quite some loot and was called the 'the masked ranger' by the people from the village which he helped.
He traveled the land the next 30 years exploring things, learning new languages, dealing with traps and such. His natural intelligence kicked in and he began to pick up all kinds of handy skills. He had become a legend through the land in which he lived. He was still known as 'the masked ranger' he liked the name so he kept it. He found all kinds of artifacts and he earned good money. It was then that he decided to go into training with the legendary Ancients. They were a group of immortal elves which only accepted the most worthy of students. They accepted him and he was trained there for almost 4 years. He returned a new man he had been chosen by the elder elves an one of their champions. They had Bestowed upon him a special kind of magic, and they had also made him train his mind and body to an high level. Though the legends of the masked ranger had decreased there were still quite allot that new his name.
He began traveling again and the legend once again grew around him. Especially when he killed a black dragon in combat and turned his scales into an armor. (He didn't really kill it in combat but that is an story for another time.) This all went quite good for 6 years. Until a few weeks ago when he went to his biggest challenge yet. He wanted to rid the world of an ancient staff which corrupted the land around it. He entered it fully prepared but what he came face to face with was far too strong for him to handle. He met the ancient necromancer, a necromancer who had been around since the beginning of their history. A fight followed in which Caleb was defeated the necromancer touched him on his right arm and cursed it. Caleb ran away he knew he had no real hope of defeating this enemy.
He looked at his arm when he was in his home again the place that he had touched had turned gray. He went to his best friends an incredibly wise elf, his friend told him that he had been cursed with death. Though his blessing of the ancients had somehow slowed it down. Normally when cursed with death you immediately die. Caleb was crushed by this news, his friend told him he had only a few years left. Caleb went home and didn't know what to do anymore. He then decided that this wasn't the way he would go out, He would go out as the biggest legend anyone has ever known. He had heard the tale of the legend of the tower and eventually decided that if he was to reach the top floor that he would become one of the biggest legends there was. So he grabbed his best gear and then left once again. He knew that he wouldn't come back. This was his final journey so he might as well make it an memorable one.
Reason to be here/Things to do:
He wants to reach the top of the tower. And when he reaches it he hopes to become one the biggest legends there ever lived. He hopes to find a cure along the way but highly doubts there excites one.
Personality:
Caleb is friendly to most people. He loves sharing stories of his legendary exploits with other people. He has always been brave but since he has been cursed he hasn't been scared of anything anymore, knowing the end is near robbed him of all his fears. He regrets leaving his home town and all of his friends like this. In his travels he has seen allot of different cultures and different kind of people, he likes meeting strange people. He adapts really quickly to almost any situation. He is quite depressed about being cursed, but this has also made him very passionate about live. He wants to try all kinds of things before he dies.
Anyone who gets on his good side can always count on him, he never breaks his word. Though he will only share his curse and sadness with his best friend or someone who he trust with his live. Sometimes he has attacks of fear or anger or sadness because of his curse. He can contain them most of the time. But sometimes they completely overwhelm him. He loves being in the wild doesn't matter where deserts, forest, he just loves being outdoors. He really dislikes being in cities or other civilized places. The more people who live together in such places, the more anxious he is to leave.
He is quite old for human standards but for elvish standards he is only mid teenage age, that is why he prefers to keep on his mask. When he wears his mask other elves treat him with respect. But as soon as he stops wearing some of them see him as an foolish child.
Notable skills:
Caleb is almost an master in the use of bows, and he is very skilled in using 1 handed swords. He usually fights by firing at his enemies with his longbow and using his magic to strengthen his arrows. But when they get to close he grabs his swords and continues fighting them with it. When he uses his sword he relies on acrobatics skills and sword fighting skill more then brute force. He has been given a blessing by the immortals which allows him to charge his arrow with nature powers (such as light, water, fire, electricity, force he has more then these 5 though.) He has good survival skills (building a fire, chopping wood, climbing ,free running etc.) as well as his hunting skills(preparing animals, hunting, cooking etc.). He has some experience disarming traps. He has minimal experience with repairing his own armor (he could place back a few scales if the armor wasn't too damaged), he can't repair an normal armor though. He is good at sewing.
Equipment:
A custom made long bow, His dragon scale armor, an iron armor, a couple of masks and a custom made cloak. His one handed sword. A quiver with 60 arrows with special tips that open when they hit someone. So removing them rips a chunk of flesh out of your body. Unless you know the special way to remove it. He also caries a few other special arrows such as poison tipped ones. And his gear which he carries in his big backpack hidden under his cloak.
A bedroll, tent supports, an large blanket. 2 water skins, quite some rations. 40 feet of rope, flint and steel, and a hatchet. bandages, needle and thread, medical salves. Black dragon scales, an hammer, some reserve armor parts. A couple of different knives for skinning or making arrows etc, a wet stone, a couple of arrow heads. Quite some gold coins and allot of silver coins.
Curse:
Caleb's curse will kill him in a couple of years 2-5, it slowly weakens his entire body and where it has spreads he loses any feeling in it. He sometimes coughs up black blood, and he has attacks of sadness, depression, anger and paranoia. He heals however slightly faster then normal. The curse is supposed to make someone really weak but keep him alive to suffer an horrible death. Though every time he heals the flesh that grows back is also dead. He has random pain attacks which lock down his muscles. It is impossible to curse him though, the death curse is so strong it doesn't allow any other cures to work on Caleb. As far as he knows and all the other intelligent people he knows there is no cure.
Commentary is welcomed.
Updated.
Sorry about that, work happened. Okay. Summary:A Gent of Villainous Intent said:
[b/]First level[/b] (15th floor if memory serves). This level was a sea filled with mildly magical crystals and tall pillars.
Major Plot developments:
- Introduced to first reoccurring villain - a magic card wielding dinosaur thing. we disarmed it (by which i mean chopped his arm off) but this seems to have been a temporary problem for it.
- Party was introduced to each other
Second Level This level was a jungle filled with ancient ruins and populated by lizard people (called Lallow) with a magical enchantment that prevented people from remembering the details of the level. It was ruled by a dragon named Calgradni(deceased)
[u/]Major Plot developments[/u]
-Killed a dragon
-gained a techno-magical artifact (called "the cradle")
-Aleister gained a new magical power (see Evrant/Aleister Cole)
Third Level Arctic level (in progress). Populated by humans, elves, ogres/orcs, and another dragon and his minions (oh, and sharks and spiders, really big sharks and spiders)
[u/]Major Plot developments[/u]
-Saved a town of people from an ice storm
-driven out of said town because they don't like outsiders.
-Aleister and Faunra in a relationship
-Prail (no longer being played lizard person) learns to speak
-Gain new party member - Cecile (may return, not sure)
-elves encountered
Remaining goals
-kill dragon
-find portal to next level
-Not die by giant spiders
I think that's the main stuff. Some characters had their lives saved (see Faunra saved by Damien) but for the most part that's it.
Any questions/comments - please ask/make
EDIT: @all: how long do we want to have passed between games - this is dirrected at both new and old players
Sorry for being impatient, it's just that the amount of people signing up made me worried I'd be bumped out without knowing anything.hiei82 said:
Anyways, thanks for responding, and I'll let others decide the time-lapse as it has no real bearing on me.
Magic items in Druaga are exceedingly rare. Now, if you have magic, you could pour it into the weapon, but otherwise, might want to remove the "enchanted" part.Floris2123 said:
ANDFloris2123 said:
By my count, that adds up to 97 years old; Am I counting incorrectly?Floris2123 said:
Also, as Faunra is also an Elf, I have been acting under the tabletop norm that elven adulthood is reached at 120-ish (for the long term view on the world that elves are notorious for) this one's not really a concern as I'm sure there are many different variants of elves throughout Druaga with different life spans, but I think we need to reach consensus on how to make the timelines work (especially as Faunra will be intensely interested in what you have to say about elves because she has only ever met a handful of them in her life (orphan)
alternatively, you could still be the equivalent of a child by elf culture for all sorts of hilarity. *imagining your character going through the elven puberty with much laughing*
see above about magic itemsFloris2123 said:
Otherwise, Much enjoy the character. the thing about the curse is pretty damned awesome.
The foundation of the character seems sound. Maybe go into further detail on how your original party died, how you learned your powers, or more detail on your magic (where do you draw it from, what is your focus - maybe using plants to trap your enemies, or controlled animals to attack them, or weather control maybe).Ryans Solution said:
Also, your character sounds like he might be part of a larger organization dedicated to exploring and gaining knowledge (though that might just be because you used the word "Pathfinder"and i'm a dork ^_^) Maybe expand on that a bit. Do you keep a journal of what you have found.
All just ideas. let me know if you need a bouncing board for ideas, always happy to help.
To recap, here's the antagonist of the game.
A man, or a spirit. Some combination of both. Taller and wider than any man could possibly be, with obsidian flesh and eyes blazing with a burning red glow. He wore an ancient suit of armor, a cloak of fire draped across his hulking shoulders. Thick sandals were lashed about his feet. The being's bare chest shone like lacquered ebony, and his eyes were like captured suns. His face as inscrutable as the very rock of a mountain itself. In his hand he clasped a enormous bladed chain. There was darkness reaching out from him, malice that clutched the heart.
And described by Spiriah;
"I serve a very powerful man. One who sees a universe of conflict, pain, and terror. He craves fear. Not his own, of course, but the fear of others. He wants to be able to control the strands of space and time itself. Not merely to see them and understand them, but to hold them in his fist and dictate the very laws of physics and nature, to recreate the world in his own image, and someday to spread his power throughout all creation. He will reach the apex, and sweep aside anything in his way."
The major antagonist. A destructive spirit inhabiting a humanoid body, climbing the tower so that he may become equal in power to the creators of the world. To that end, the spirit took the form of an enormous man, began scaling Druaga and gathering servants along the way.
The Overlord has become aware of the PCs and considers them a threat to him reaching the top. To that end, the climbers must constantly face and repel his servants. He must be stopped from reaching the prize, at all costs.
And described by Spiriah;
"I serve a very powerful man. One who sees a universe of conflict, pain, and terror. He craves fear. Not his own, of course, but the fear of others. He wants to be able to control the strands of space and time itself. Not merely to see them and understand them, but to hold them in his fist and dictate the very laws of physics and nature, to recreate the world in his own image, and someday to spread his power throughout all creation. He will reach the apex, and sweep aside anything in his way."
The major antagonist. A destructive spirit inhabiting a humanoid body, climbing the tower so that he may become equal in power to the creators of the world. To that end, the spirit took the form of an enormous man, began scaling Druaga and gathering servants along the way.
The Overlord has become aware of the PCs and considers them a threat to him reaching the top. To that end, the climbers must constantly face and repel his servants. He must be stopped from reaching the prize, at all costs.
A servant of the Overlord. Spiriah's real name was Imaeus, and he belonged to a race called the Ai. His natural form is the typical Ai body:
The flesh was dark, almost black. Wrinkles covered its entire body, like your thumb after a long bath. It moved on two legs, body held upright and balanced by a stubby tail. It walked like a bird or a dinosaur. The arms were like twigs. Far too thin for the body; weak flimsy things that ended in three-fingered hands, multiply jointed but obviously designed for very light work or very low gravity. And all that was weird, but it wasn't as weird as what came next. Because the head was surprising for that almost reptilian body: vaguely human in shape, with a narrow lower jaw and wide-set, intelligent, laughing eyes, rimmed with green.
Among his many powers, he is able to disguise himself with illusions:
In a way, this climber was a disappointment. He didn't have spiked armor or a greatsword decorated with skulls- in fact, he might have been a priest or a monk; he wore a cassock that had been floured with dust, and heavy buckled boots with square toes. The face was handsome and regular, with none of the marks and twists which indicate a person who has been privy to great secrets. His hair was black and of a ragged, matted length. His forehead was high, the jaw round and slightly fat, his eyes a shallow brown. The lips were full and sensual.
Spiriah is evil, and is often sent on missions for the Overlord. He has supernatural powers- presumably lesser than his master, and given as a gift for service. He wistfully expresses a desire for bloodshed and war, and seems to enjoy his trickster personality, acting almost like a cartoon character.
The flesh was dark, almost black. Wrinkles covered its entire body, like your thumb after a long bath. It moved on two legs, body held upright and balanced by a stubby tail. It walked like a bird or a dinosaur. The arms were like twigs. Far too thin for the body; weak flimsy things that ended in three-fingered hands, multiply jointed but obviously designed for very light work or very low gravity. And all that was weird, but it wasn't as weird as what came next. Because the head was surprising for that almost reptilian body: vaguely human in shape, with a narrow lower jaw and wide-set, intelligent, laughing eyes, rimmed with green.
Among his many powers, he is able to disguise himself with illusions:
In a way, this climber was a disappointment. He didn't have spiked armor or a greatsword decorated with skulls- in fact, he might have been a priest or a monk; he wore a cassock that had been floured with dust, and heavy buckled boots with square toes. The face was handsome and regular, with none of the marks and twists which indicate a person who has been privy to great secrets. His hair was black and of a ragged, matted length. His forehead was high, the jaw round and slightly fat, his eyes a shallow brown. The lips were full and sensual.
Spiriah is evil, and is often sent on missions for the Overlord. He has supernatural powers- presumably lesser than his master, and given as a gift for service. He wistfully expresses a desire for bloodshed and war, and seems to enjoy his trickster personality, acting almost like a cartoon character.
I miss playing pathfinder... my ROTRL group fell apart about three years ago.hiei82 said:
Anyway I was thinking of making developments such as being in an organization a later event.
A few edits made.Ryans Solution said:
Arg, I apologize if you read my previous character post Asclepion my friend, that was an older draft intended for the first game. <spoiler=Reina the Magician>Name:Reina the RhymerAsclepion said:To recap, here's the antagonist of the game.
A man, or a spirit. Some combination of both. Taller and wider than any man could possibly be, with obsidian flesh and eyes blazing with a burning red glow. He wore an ancient suit of armor, a cloak of fire draped across his hulking shoulders. Thick sandals were lashed about his feet. The being's bare chest shone like lacquered ebony, and his eyes were like captured suns. His face as inscrutable as the very rock of a mountain itself. In his hand he clasped a enormous bladed chain. There was darkness reaching out from him, malice that clutched the heart.
And described by Spiriah;
"I serve a very powerful man. One who sees a universe of conflict, pain, and terror. He craves fear. Not his own, of course, but the fear of others. He wants to be able to control the strands of space and time itself. Not merely to see them and understand them, but to hold them in his fist and dictate the very laws of physics and nature, to recreate the world in his own image, and someday to spread his power throughout all creation. He will reach the apex, and sweep aside anything in his way."
The major antagonist. A destructive spirit inhabiting a humanoid body, climbing the tower so that he may become equal in power to the creators of the world. To that end, the spirit took the form of an enormous man, began scaling Druaga and gathering servants along the way.
The Overlord has become aware of the PCs and considers them a threat to him reaching the top. To that end, the climbers must constantly face and repel his servants. He must be stopped from reaching the prize, at all costs.
A servant of the Overlord. Spiriah's real name was Imaeus, and he belonged to a race called the Ai. His natural form is the typical Ai body:
The flesh was dark, almost black. Wrinkles covered its entire body, like your thumb after a long bath. It moved on two legs, body held upright and balanced by a stubby tail. It walked like a bird or a dinosaur. The arms were like twigs. Far too thin for the body; weak flimsy things that ended in three-fingered hands, multiply jointed but obviously designed for very light work or very low gravity. And all that was weird, but it wasn't as weird as what came next. Because the head was surprising for that almost reptilian body: vaguely human in shape, with a narrow lower jaw and wide-set, intelligent, laughing eyes, rimmed with green.
Among his many powers, he is able to disguise himself with illusions:
In a way, this climber was a disappointment. He didn't have spiked armor or a greatsword decorated with skulls- in fact, he might have been a priest or a monk; he wore a cassock that had been floured with dust, and heavy buckled boots with square toes. The face was handsome and regular, with none of the marks and twists which indicate a person who has been privy to great secrets. His hair was black and of a ragged, matted length. His forehead was high, the jaw round and slightly fat, his eyes a shallow brown. The lips were full and sensual.
Spiriah is evil, and is often sent on missions for the Overlord. He has supernatural powers- presumably lesser than his master, and given as a gift for service. He wistfully expresses a desire for bloodshed and war, and seems to enjoy his trickster personality, acting almost like a cartoon character.
Age & Gender: 547 years, with a 19 year old body.
Height & Weight:6'1"
Appearance:http://www.elfquest.com/social/file/pic/photo/2010/08/Stepith_Bloodia-mage-clothing_500.jpg Toss in a pair of decent black boots, generic brown back pack, and a staff with a knob on the end and you are good for her looks.
History:Imagine you are a simple bard playing in a tavern to earn your pay, next explain kindly to the owner why barrels of booze are missing, along with good coin. Distracting him and getting on to a cart out of there is easy as walking out the door.
Sure you lost your instrument bashing it over the poor guys head, but hey, worth it?
As the cart makes a speedy get-a-way try and disembark, now discover you can't. Perhaps it is the creepy puppet now clutching at your ankles? Turns out it is.
On that fateful day Reina was but a young lass, and learned that said cart was driven by a couple of performers getting back to the rest of their troupe.
Glad for an offer of a steady job that could use quick fingers and sweet voice, not to mention avoid being returned to the tavern was a plus.
Masterful magicians of arts sole and alone, physical skills and strength displayed in battles of mirth and mesmerizing motions. It was a circus of warriors and wizards, with Reina learning from their musician and singer, who soon taught her secrets of song and words. How to weave the threads of magic to assist others, to attack and react against all those opposing you, powerful magic indeed.
As she grew older and stronger, he grew weaker and sadder. Despite their good memories and fond moments, he still desired life. Searching in his tomes, her master one day invited her to test a new spell, a Duet. A heart rending and soulful tune it was, she only realized what was going on until it was too late, gone was her youth and her master was now the young one, a dashing man with a tongue of gold. To bad he only lived to boast, as a dagger found its way in to his throat.
Not feeling her true age, she desired to gain back her youth, explaining to the troupe would not be easy, so reading her masters notes and wandering in to town, she found a drunkard laying in the gutter, she drained him of his life and age, almost crooning a lullaby to his ears. She gained her youth for a moment, long enough to fool her family of performers, and research the spell.
A method of prolonging ones life at the cost of another's-let two voices be entwined perfect in heart and mind, for a suitable body must you craft or find.
Summed up the overall spell in the end, so she began a cycle of reaching out to a young one, teaching them much of spell and song, killing them as her age began to show. She passed off her appearance as a simple glamour to others, even using it a few times to make her seem to be growing at an appropriate rate.
Growing tired of the cycle, and perhaps noticing that each life draining spell cast was giving out less and less, with the rate of aging increasing in speed ever so slowly, she set off to follow a legend of a Tower, where power lay.
Reason to be here/things to do:To attain immortality/youth
Personality:A joker and light of heart, she can't resist to get a word in edgewise. A facade you could say to hide her darker nature, nonetheless, genuinely enjoys her acts and actions be it for better or worse. Beware her habit to speak in rhyme, it can get on ones nerves at time, though she could be building a spell with truth to tell.
Notable skills:Magic-Her method of magic may seem strange, but it has a vast and far reaching range. By creating a series of linked words, she could easily create fire or a bird. The power it takes can be big or small, depending on her call. The longer the spoken spell, the better it is as well. Though too short can mean hell, but just right rings true as a bell.
She also knows many a ritual or method to prolong and heal ones body, though not all are "good" in most eyes, and they tend to involve blood and other unpleasantness.
Can get a tune, rhythm, or any other assortment of sounds and feelings from instruments and otherwise. Though she's picked up a few skills from her travels, she prefers to fight with a staff or some form of light edged.
Basic skills in cooking and etc, though she uses simple spells to help. Acrobatic and nimble honed by ages and practice, she's handy with sleight of hand and misdirection of simple normal illusions.
Equipment
added clothing of leather and cloth for minimal protection and light weight.Basic survival gear, such as dried foods, rope, needle and thread, canteen, tinder box and lighting aids, bandages and others things. Most goods are kept in a sealed metal tin to prevent destruction or degrading.
A simple staff of wood easily remade for whatever purpose.
A dagger of simple steel kept sharp and sheathed just in case at her belt.
Wrist Daggers, thick but small and easy to palm, these are sheathed on leather bracers in the sleeves.
Another dagger of black metal and gold decoration in a weaving manner like creeping vines, this one is used for more... special purposes.
This is my character Intend to play
Interesting to say the least, to say more.... First off I keep thinking of a certain song of Ice and Fire for some reason.. but I digress. You have a nice character that doesn't seem overpowered in any way, and feels very balanced and fun to travel with in sense. An epic quest, a magic sword, what more could you ask for?CJ1145 said:
Lol, my previous character came from a Guild of Cartograhpy, and their motto is the same as your "Reason to here" as their basis. Moving on a relatively solid character that could use a little bit more back story in losses, then again that might be me. Overall decent as far as magic ranger goes, as elfs vary in species and etc. no issues with how you proceed with that.Ryans Solution said:
Warlike boar man barbarian with curse of wounding and greater strength? What isn't to like =P. Interesting curse to run in the family and I guess magic was a lot stronger in those days, or people loved animals. A strong arm addition and perhaps a bit one dimensional, the only issue is that his curse may hinder him when facing greater foes.A Gent of Villainous Intent said:
I try not to misuse these anymore, but... "Looks like we got a bad ass over here." Sums up your character, cursed as he is this entire backstory is a thing of "Epic Hero" fun time, despite that I leave it to others and what they think. Asides from that no real issue in general, though magic is magic *shrug*.Floris2123 said:Name: Caleb Nuuruhuine (the masked ranger)
Age & gender: 57 & Male (elf)
Height & Weight: 6'4 & 160 Lbs
Appearance:
Caleb is quite tall and is a bit thin even for an elf. His body has been trained and adjusted by his training as an result he has become ripped. He has pale skin, light gray hair and dark brown eyes. He wears an large cape that is wrapped around him at all times. It can change color to better suit the environment. He wears an big enchanted longbow on his back and a large one handed sword on his right hip. He almost always has his hood on. It covers only a small piece of his face but the rest seems to be wrapped in shadows when he has his hood on. He is seen smiling most of the time. He wears an armor made out of black scales that covers his entire body. And underneath that an armor made out of ordinary clothes with an iron layer made into it. He also almost always wears an mask. He takes his mask off before going to sleep and when alone with friends. His right arm around his elbow is gray, the curse is slowly spreading. And he has a few smaller scars on his chest and arms from fights and traps that went off.
History:
Caleb was born in the woods. His father an mother were hunters and growing up he learned everything a hunter needed to know. He enjoyed an good education and had quite some friends, and spent all of his free time in the woods practicing with his skills or just running around exploring the woods. The village he lived in was peaceful nothing ever happened, nothing ever changed. He didn't like that much he was more of an traveler it was in his blood. When he turned 17 his father gave him his own enchanted bow and his cloak which was altered using a special kind of plant. And told him who he really was. His father was an famous treasure hunter who had traveled the land for the last 40 year before settling down here. Caleb and his father hugged each other and he thanked his father for always being there for him. Caleb left his home behind and he would never return. His father knew this but he knew that whatever dangers were waiting for Caleb he could handle them.
Caleb traveled around allot this is when he heard of an old crypt that was said to be cursed. Caleb went there to find a few skeletons and other minor evil things. After dispatching them he explored the ruins, he felt an rush which he has never felt before. This was his calling exploring places and seeing new things. He found quite some loot and was called the 'the masked ranger' by the people from the village which he helped.
He traveled the land the next 30 years exploring things, learning new languages, dealing with traps and such. His natural intelligence kicked in and he began to pick up all kinds of handy skills. He had become a legend through the land in which he lived. He was still known as 'the masked ranger' he liked the name so he kept it. He found all kinds of artifacts and he earned good money. It was then that he decided to go into training with the legendary Ancients. They were a group of immortal elves which only accepted the most worthy of students. They accepted him and he was trained there for almost 4 years. He returned a new man he had been chosen by the elder elves an one of their champions. Making him immortal and bestowing upon him supernatural physical power. Though the legends of the masked ranger had decreased there were still quite allot that new his name.
He began traveling again and the legend once again grew around him. Especially when he killed a black dragon and turned his scales into an armor. This all went quite good for 6 years. Until a few weeks ago when he went to his biggest challenge yet. He wanted to rid the world of an ancient staff which corrupted the land around it. He entered it fully prepared but what he came face to face with was far too strong for him to handle. He met the ancient necromancer, a necromancer who had been around since the beginning of their history. A fight followed in which Caleb was defeated the necromancer touched him on his right arm and cursed it. Caleb ran away he knew he had no real hope of defeating this enemy.
He looked at his arm when he was in his home again the place that he had touched had turned gray. He went to his best friends an incredibly wise elf, his friend told him that he had been cursed with death. Though his blessing of the ancients had somehow slowed it down. Normally when cursed with death you immediately die. Caleb was crushed by this news, his friend told him he had only a few years left. Caleb went home and didn't know what to do anymore. He then decided that this wasn't the way he would go out, He would go out as the biggest legend anyone has ever known. He had heard the tale of the legend of the tower and eventually decided that if he was to reach the top floor that he would become one of the biggest legends there was. So he grabbed his best gear and then left once again. He knew that he wouldn't come back. This was his final journey so he might as well make it an memorable one.
Reason to be here/Things to do:
He wants to reach the top of the tower. And when he reaches it he hopes to become one the biggest legends there ever lived. He hopes to find a cure along the way but highly doubts there excites one.
Personality:
Caleb is friendly to most people. He loves sharing stories of his legendary exploits with other people. He has always been brave but since he has been cursed he hasn't been scared of anything anymore, knowing the end is near robbed him of all his fears. He regrets leaving his home town and all of his friends like this. In his travels he has seen allot of different cultures and different kind of people, he likes meeting strange people. He adapts really quickly to almost any situation. He is quite depressed about being cursed, but this has also made him very passionate about live. He wants to try all kinds of things before he dies.
Anyone who gets on his good side can always count on him, he never breaks his word. Though he will only share his curse and sadness with his best friend or someone who he trust with his live. Sometimes he has attacks of fear or anger or sadness because of his curse. He can contain them most of the time. But sometimes they completely overwhelm him. He loves being in the wild doesn't matter where deserts, forest, he just loves being outdoors. He really dislikes being in cities or other civilized places. The more people who live together in such places, the more anxious he is to leave.
Notable skills:
Caleb is an master in the use of bows and he is very skilled in using 1 handed swords. He usually fights by firing at his enemies with his magic bow and trying to stay behind. But when they get to close he grabs his swords and continues fighting them with it. He also has quite some skill with daggers and a little bit of hand to hand combat. He has been given a blessing by the immortals which allows him to charge his arrow with nature types (such as light, water, fire, electricity he has more then these 4 though.) He has good survival skills (building a fire, chopping wood, climbing ,free running etc.) as well as his hunting skills(preparing animals, hunting, cooking etc.). He has allot of experience with disarming traps. And minimal of experience with lock picking. He has some herbal knowledge and can stitch up some wounds (not serious ones though). His sense are at an high level even for an elf. He has some experience with repairing his own armor. He is good at sewing.
Equipment:
A magic long bow, His dragon scale armor, an iron armor, a couple of masks and a custom made cloak. His one handed sword. A quiver with 60 arrows with special tips that open when they hit someone. So removing them rips a chunk of flesh out of your body. Unless you know the special way to remove it. He also caries a few other special arrows such as poison tipped ones. And his gear which he carries in his big backpack hidden under his cloak.
A bedroll, tent supports, an large blanket. 2 water skins, quite some rations. 40 feet of rope, flint and steel, and a hatchet. Certain herbs, anti venom, bandages, needle and thread, medical salves. Lock pick. Black dragon scales, an hammer, some reserve armor parts. A couple of different knives for skinning or making arrows etc, a wet stone, a couple of arrow heads. Quite some gold coins and allot of silver coins.
Curse:
Caleb's curse will kill him in a couple of years 2-5, it slowly weakens his entire body and where it has spreads to loses any feeling in it. He sometimes coughs up black blood, and he has attacks of sadness depression and anger. He heals however faster then normal. The curse is supposed to make someone really weak but keep him alive to suffer an horrible death. So that is why he heals faster then normal. Though every time he heals his time grows shorter. He has random pain attacks which lock down his muscles. It is impossible to curse him though, the death curse is so strong it doesn't allow any other cures to work on Caleb. As far as he knows and all the other intelligent people he knows there is no cure.
Commentary is welcomed.
Updated.
Doesn't have a curse, or anything, but is a ranger of renown looking for glory and being of good nature and healthy ego... I think this character is really quite nice, magic arrows and interesting skill seems quite adept. No issue whatsoever from me.Pappytech said:
Ryans Solution said:
Okay, in all seriousness, love it - much more fleshed out.
Just so you know, I introduced an element about half elves being a pitied group by true elves - cursed to watch the human side of their heritage wither and die, while their elven side will outlive them by centuries.
I mention this only for consistency and so you know about it. The group you grew up with could have a different cultural view (after-all, name one truly monolithic culture in history) or maybe you could use the element to further expand on your character. Or maybe Faunra's information was wrong - she got it second hand after all.
Let me know how you want to resolve the problem - I introduced in offhandedly so I'm not really attached to the idea; my goal is to maintain consistency between games is all.
Side note: ROTRL was a pretty fun game - one of my favorites. A bunch of my friends(the ones I know physically) are about to start the new pirate one (Skulls and Shackles) I personally can't wait for some high-seas high jinks. Ironically, the character I plan on playing is a variation of Faunra, my character from this game.
I know this may seem like a silly question to ask, but would we be allowed to change our characters outfits for this upcoming reboot, of which I am currently writing Aleister's updated character sheet.