Araxis, a dnd campaign

[Drizztfan]

hi, & welcome to my campaign.


It has been three thousand years since the great Boreholes were closed, and the Dark Pantheon was destroyed. The world was left in ruins: the entire Underdeep collapsed, the Acid Pits dried up, the Great Temple was obliterated, and the entire race of the kalkoran was decimated. Now though, the world has been born anew. Everything is as it once was, plus new technologies, magics, and the gaarani were discovered. There is one small problem though: the Dark Pantheon is back, and now has a taste for revenge as well.

For more information, pm me. If I don't get back to you w/i 1 day, pm me again (but no more than 5 times please).


Now, on the subject of characters. If you wish to play, just submit me your character sheet, which should include the following:


Name:
Race:includes all
Gender:
Class:includes any class from any handbook, just no homeade ones
Age:be reasonable
Physical Description:
Personality Description:
Equipment:
Background Story:

[Entauru]

ok so my entire DnD knowledge comes from Baldur's Gate so if this is a very rules intensive rp then I will need some guidance.

Name: Kerrik Lysandi
Race: Elf
Gender: Male
Class: Theif
Age: 231 (Elves are immortal right? if not then 23)
Physical Description: Kerrick is tall for an elf and very thin. He dresses wildly and acts the same way. He believes that wearing bright garish clothing will make people not believe that he is a criminal. In this he is partly correct, people do not notice him as being a threat, but if he is spotted he is easy for the police to catch. He has short hair and a happy face, and a great singing voice. He spends many a night in a tavern drinkingand singing with his friends. Kerrik is very agile and charismatic, and is moderatly strong

Personality Description: Kerrik thinks that he has the right to do whatever he wants to fulfil his own goals. He can be quite devious and can often be seen putting on shows on the streets in order to lower peoples guard while he is around. His goal in life is to stash away as much money as he can in order to retire young. although he is a thief he is very careful about giving his word. If Kerrik promises to do something he will do it in the time that he says. He is also loyal to his friends, once he has made a friendship nothing will pull him away from his new friend.

Equipment: Kerrik has two concealed daggers for when he has to fight, and also has some darts that he makes poison for. He wears bright extravagant clothing, and no armour, as he feels it slows him down. His boots are fine leather and very soft so that he can walk quietly.

Background: Born into a middle class family of elves Kerrik never liked the forest, he learned all the elven ways but as soon as he could move away from his parents he did. When he got to the city he realized that the ways of the forest would not help him in the urban sprawl. Realizing that the stealth of the forest could help him as a thief he went to the cities thieves guild to apply for a job. He was lucky and was accepted and mentored by a senior thief. Kerrik learned how to be a preformer to entertain people and take their money away from them. He also learned the basics of fighting. After a while he decided to try to make it on his own, but he kept many friends in the guild and still did jobs for the guild in order to keep good will.

[electro]

Name: Sofie Wildbloom
Race: Centaur (monster manual)
Class: Healer (miniatures handbook)
Gender: Female
Age: 29

Looks: Sofie is a centaur with a soft-furred brown lower body, then going towards a tanned colour for the upper torso. She has long, blonde hair and deepsea-blue eyes. Her tail has the same colour as her hair. Her clothing consists of a highly decorated bra and she always wears a flower in her hair. She carries a longspear on her back and has a small pouch hanging by a thread around her waist.

Personality: Sofie is very shy, but opens up once she gets to know the people she meet. She always helps people in distress and will not hesitate to use her capabilities for good. She rarely thinks about herself, except in the morning when she comes out of her nights sleep, then she'll do anything to look pretty in the waters reflection. She is fascinated by nature and all living things around her (so she really hates undead things). Most of the time she is admiring herself in the mirrors of water at lakes or small ponds.

Equipment: a longspear, a pouch around her waist, a flower in her hair and a couple of highly decorated bra's.

Background: born in the wild, living in the wild and relying on nature to give her strenght and prosperity. As a "child" she played alot in the woods, always down a different path. until one day, she took a path she never saw before and saw a wounded creature. She called for help but noone would answer. She searched some herbs, soem leaves and tried to help the poor thing for as far as she could, but it was no use. The creature died only minutes after she tried. She wouldn't let this happen again and started praying to the forest spirits in order to grant her the ability to help those in pain and need. She recieved the arcane gift of becoming a healer, Someone who is specialized in helping those who are physically hurt and maybe someday, even bring back those who have died shortly. She now travels the world to aid those with pain and sorrow, her first visit to every city is always to visit it's hospital. So is her life as she chose it to be.

[Drizztfan]

These look good, and all we have to do now is to wait for about 4 more people, then set meeting times. For the centaur, i suggest making it some kind of cleric.
To Entauru: no, this will not be rules intensive, mostly storytelling.

[electro]

a healer is somekind of cleric. just devoted to healing

[Drizztfan]

but wouldn't it be good if the cleric had access to other "domains", such as protection?

[Arinnaya]

sory to interrupt, I just wanted to add some observations to your dispute. I am not rolling a char yet, but I might do it later...

In Warcraft RP, the DnD Cleric class is termed 'Healer'. As the whole Warcraft universe, this is intended to show, that in WOW there are entire races worshipping no gods, yet possessing divine magic.

WOW 'Priests' are a prestige class of Healers, according to cure rules.
All healers and priests are essentially equivalent to DnD Clerics with the condition of having the following 2 domains: HEALING (Holy) and PROTECTION (Discipline). Evil priests/healers have a different ruleset, allowing them to cast 'inflict' spels, instead of 'healing' (equivalent to Shadow school).

So, in conclusion, your Healer might actually be equivalent to a Cleric having access to the Healing and Protection domains. These are almost synonyms.

[electro]

as arrinaya is saying, that is the entire description of the healer class. a healer is a cleric specialized in the 2 domains of health and protection. no other domains are allowed for this class.

but arrinaya is also wrong in some sort. a cleric has access to lots of domains which allow him to chose a wide variety of spells. this is where a healer gets its limits. healers don't have damage spells. they only heal and protect, they don't hurt anyone (except undead)

[Drizztfan]

that's gonna be good, cause there's probably gonna be some undead, and the party will most definitely need a good healer. everything looks good. btw here's my char:

Name:Thimble
Race:Gnome
Gender:Male
Class: Sorcerer
Age:57
Physical Description: Thimble is somewhat tall for a gnome, and he's got very muscular shoulders and legs. He's totally bald, and entirely clean shaven. He also has piercings on his ears and lower lip. He dresses lightly, usually wearing just a leather vest, pants, a sash, sandals, a facemask, and a case for his quarterstaff.
Personality Description: Thimble may appear very grumbly, but he's actually a very nice guy. He has a love of food, calligraphy, magic, and animals. He occasionally has his "bursts" though. During this time, he is extremely irritable, and prone to drinking large quantities of mead. The good thing is, this period generally lasts about 3-5 days. Afterwards, he is back to being himself. He is a very light sleeper, with tendencies to fall asleep in the weirdest of places. He also likes to read. A lot.
Equipment: Thimble carries his usual set of clothing, a small sack w/ spell components on his belt, and a small pouch w/ about 10 shuriken. Other than that, he also wears a cloak and facemask when in the wilderness.
Background Story: Thimble was born in the capitol of the gnome nation: Underhaven. Throughout most of his youth, he spent time poring over old tomes in the library, perfecting his sorcerous abilities, and learning the cooking trade from his great grandmother, whom happens to be a bronze dragon.
He discovered these abilities when he was about 17. He was visiting his great grandmother, when she called him into her "special room", the room she always kept locked. When she opened the door, Thimble was amazed at all the treasure spread out all over the floor, yet even more amazed at the enormous stone platform in the center. His great grandmother walked up onto the center of the platform, and the most awesome thing he'd ever seen happened: his great grandmother transformed into a dragon. He was astounded by this, asking himself why she would've hid this from him. She then whispered 6 words into his ear that would change his life forever: "This means you are a sorcerer." After this, his grandmother trained him in the ways of arcane magic, and even helped him summon his snake familiar, Ryd. He is now a full fledged sorcerer, preferring to cast such spells as acid splash, lightning bolt, and burning hands.

[Entauru]

So how many people are we going to wait for before this begins? I think we may need at least one more

[Drizztfan]

I think that we should wait for one more as well.

Btw, the current roster is as noted below:

A) Entauru- Kerrik Lysandi (Male Elf Thief)
B) Electro- Sofie Wildbloom (Female Centaur Healer)
C) Drizztfan- Thimble (Male Gnome Sorcerer)

[SmartAzz]

Name: Ichtiorr
Race: Mountain Dwarf
Gender: Male
Class: Fighter/Cleric
Age: 55
Physical Description: Ichtiorr has the average proportions for a dwarf. The first thing that one might notice when looking at him, is that he has no beard. Standing 4,³/4 feet in height, Ichtiorr is quite tall, even for a Mountain Dwarf. He has brown hair, which hangs over his shoulders. His eyes are a deep shade of blue.
Personality Description: Ichtiorr is in general a nice guy, like quite some dwarves however, he looses his temper quite fast, especially when called shorty, or when he's had too much to drink. He likes drinking, to hear and tell stories, and art.
Equipment: A warhammer. A hamxe(mix between an axe and a warhammer [tm]:wink:). Crossbow + 50 bolts. A medium shield (wood with steel reinforced, big enough to cover his knees up to his shoulders), his armor: full-plate which is metallic-colored with an anvil and a hammer on it: the symbol of Moradin: the god of dwarves. Steel boots. Helmet. A lightblue priestrobe. The priestrobe is mainly for ceremonial purposes.
Alemug (empty), bottle of wine, bottle of water, pickled meat, 2 breads, one set of extra clothes.
Background Story: Ichtiorr, only just matured, was a blacksmith, forging weaponry and tools for his clan, and in his spare time working on his brilliant invention: the Hamxe! He had tried to work on crossbows aswell, but wood just wasn't his thing. Ichtiorr's clan lived só deep under ground, that it would take 2 days to reach the nearest (dwarven) village, and 3 days to reach the surface. Then, one day, a disease broke out among the cattle. Fate had decided, that there would be a feast that night because multiple youngsters had reached adulthood. Half of the clan died, including the clanleader, the priests, and the council of elders. Without anybody to guide them, the village decided to call for help in the nearest village, hoping that they would take them in. They were lucky and allowed in the village. Ichtiorr could not continue his occupation however, there were already too many blacksmiths, there was a lack of priests however, so he decided to become a priest. Six years later he finished his training, but, he decided to roam the world, looking for adventure instead of staying in the village.

OOC. Well, I hope I'm allowed in...

grtz, Shoarma Sheepz

[Drizztfan]

This looks really good, and I think were done with characters for now. So, when do you guys want to meet to play?

Btw, new roster:
Entauru- Kerrik Lysandi (Male Elf Thief)
Electro- Sofie Wildbloom (Female Centaur Healer)
Drizztfan- Thimble (Male Gnome Sorcerer)
SmartAzz- Ichtiorr (Male Dwarf Fighter/Cleric)

[Entauru]

soon as possible is always preferred :)

[Drizztfan]

Does Thursday, August 3rd sound good for a start time?

[Entauru]

do you mean start on the forum or on an IRC client? because in that case I should download one. If it is starting o0n the forum then it doesn't matter as much when the starting date is

[Drizztfan]

ok, that's good. i need to change the date to august 24. is this ok? if not, pm me

[electro]

august 24 sounds good to me. (11 august is a coming-home-from-camp-day top me)

[Drizztfan]

alright, august 24th it is.

[Drizztfan]

sorry for not getting to this yesterday, i had a late night showing on my house.Well then, let's get started shall we?



The dusk of today grew darker and darker as Thimble walked his way down to the bounty office. His time in there was brief, but his pay was large, for he had just brought down another dark priest. After that, he headed about two blocks away to the pub known as The Drunken Unicorn. He sat down, waiting for the person that the bounty office secretary would be there. In the mean time, however, he noticed a few other strange characters enter the pub, including a centaur, and a very brightly dressed elf. " I must be dreaming," he mumbled to himself, then went back to eating his stew.

[Entauru]

Kerrik woke up in his small house on the outskirts of the town. He had a good feeling about today, today was the day that he was going to get rid of his debts to the Theives Guild and be able to become a freelance theif in the Guild. He put on a colourful shirt and pants, and slipped his belt with all of his tools around his waist. As he was leaving he had second thoughts and grabbed a pot which he put on his head and a large tambourine. He chuckled as he left his house, people never noticed a crazy person, they tried to leave them alone.

Kerrik went into the streets of the town and began doing a hop skip type of dance through the streets. Through the market he went dancing and picking peoples pockets, happy that they never noticed him, when all of a sudden a very large man hit him right across the face. Kerrik was dragged to an alley where the man told him to go to the Drunken Unicorn if he wanted to get rid of his debts. Knowing that he could either go to the Unicorn or get very hurt he did what he always did in a situation like that and chose to live. He sat down in the Unicorn and ordered a round of drinks waiting for what would come next.

[electro]

As dawn broke the nightly silence, Sofie walked towards the nearest town. She was hungry and went straight for the nearest pub "the Drunken Unicorn"
Once inside, she looked around, went to the counter and order a light breakfast (a breakfast for very large people in human terms) and went for a corner away from the people in the pub. She knew all the eyes in the pub were focussed on her for a bit but she didn't care, she had her food.

After that breakfast she cleaned her corner and ordered a bit of a drink, water preferred. she stood there for a couple of minutes and was just looking around, viewing the people in the comfortable place. some people attracted her eye. A gnome in a long robe and an elf in a common outfit, although he looked kind of shady.

[Drizztfan]

Thimble must've been having one seriously bad dream, 'cause next his boss walked in wearing a very strange, fiery red outfit. His boss sat down at his table, and began to speak. "Thimble, these last few months working for me have just been a test of your strength. And may I say, you've passed with flying colors. Now, here's your next real test: kill me. I am a servant of the dark gods. You have been deceived. I am your true enemy, not your fake bounties you've been assigned. Those were just innocent people, sacrificed for the glorification of the Dark Pantheon." When Thimble's boss said the words dark and pantheon, every head in the Drunken Unicorn turned, because he had said it very loud. The bartender, upon hearing this, promptly stood up from his seat, slid out his small handaxe, and charged the vile man. Almost as if he knew this was going to happen, the boss turned around and lifted the ill-fated bartender off of the ground. The last words the bartender ever heard were "Die, insolent non-believer!", before he caught on fire and burned to a blackened crisp almost instantly. Soon, the rest of the pub caught on fire as well, and within merely seconds it was nothing but a black pile of rubble. The only survivors were Thimble, the centaur, and that suspicious but cool looking elf. Also, a small piece of paper floated down and landed in the rubble. Thimble and the others walked over to look at it. All it said was "Go to the haunted monastery in the north if you want to live." At the bottom Thimble noticed, something else was written, something reading "P.S. The centaur and the elf will be needed and welcomed greatly."
"Guys," Thimble said, " I think we need to work together on this one, but we've got one problem: we don't even know each other."

[electro]

The gnome spoke: "I think we need to work together on this one, but we've got one problem: we don't even know each other."
"Well then, I am Sofie Wildbloom, a centaur from the firebloom tribe." Sofie answered to the short mans sentence, as she made a small bow. And then she looked at the elf, waiting for some responce.

[Drizztfan]

"Well Hello then Ms. Wildbloom. I am Thimble, a modest sorcerer and bounty hunter. You are a healer by trade are you not? I can tell by the equipment you carry." Thimble then looks at the elf, looking as though he is trying to detect his profession as well.

[zoobster]

Hey guys is it ok if i join your fourm? if so ill make my post:


Name:Zoobster
Race: Human
Gender:Male
Class: Warrior (officer)
Age:34
Physical Description: Not bulky but well build with a sharp look
Personality Description: Zoobster is, serious stern and a born leader
Equipment:Chain mail attire with a well forge brest plate, a large billowing cloak around his body
Background Story:born into a family of militarty, zoobs hole life has been built around the wars the alliance has fought in.
Now zoobster is rebelling for he belives the alliance is corrupt and hes taking his men and starting his own company and is going to try to start his own faction of humans in the lands of west fall, using the difas reign of terror to blanket his building power.
His campain is consisted of five hundred foot soldiers and a hundred archers.

[zoobster]

zoobster rode into storm wind with a great speed as his well apointed body guards followed closely behind him, the trio rode to the closest tavern and dismounted. Zoobster looked like a gnome compared to his body guards but in fact he was 6 feet tall and was build stronger than some orcs. Zoobster lifed his helmet off and kicked the taver door aside as he walked in. He looked around trying to decifer what mercs here would be worthy of the coin he would pay to have them join his new crusade. Zoobster wispered to his right had man "find as many able mercs as we are able to get from this futile settlement then bring them back to our camp out side setinel hill."