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Please use this thread to post a physical description of your character. Stat blocks and background information may remain hidden at the player's discretion. After play begins, you may update your posts here to reflect knowledge revealed in the course of the game concerning background and capabilities.

Edited by: Talanall on 02/26/2017 - 04:44

Rasnak: Though he is mature (around 12 years old), Rasnak is still a small kobold, standing barely over two feet. His scales are mottled grey and brown, perfect for hiding in many different environments. Though he carries no weapons, he wears a very small suit of mail under a worn cloak. He keeps his possessions neat, particularly a set of tools that he fidgets with when he is nervous (which is practically all the time), but his clothing and cloak is showing the ragged wear of a traveler who has been on the road for many months without stopping.

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Johten Ward: "Joe" is large for a human. Joe would probably be considered large for an orc. Standing about 6'8 and weighing in at well over 300 pounds, he's something of an obvious oddity wherever he is, even in a crowd.

Joe is fully mature, but young, perhaps in his mid-twenties. His raven-colored hair is cropped to a few inches long and looks like it might never have seen more of a comb than his own fingers. Despite his youth, his face is etched with worry lines and crows feet and his dark brown eyes always seem to be framed by his lids drooping slightly, as though he were perpetually tired.

Joe was killed by a giant, stinky vagina monster in the middle of a swamp.

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[b]Henrik Stonefist[/b] Dwarf Cleric 3: CR 3; Medium humanoid (dwarf); Hit Dice 3d8+6; [s]22[/s] [color=red]15[/color] hp; Init +2; Spd 20 ft. (4 squares); AC 18 (12 touch, 16 flat-footed); BAB/Grapple +2/+4; Atk +6 melee (1d10+3/20x3, [i]+1 dwarven waraxe[/i]); Full atk +6 melee (1d10+3/20x3, [i]+1 dwarven waraxe[/i]); SA Spells, Turn Undead 1/day (1d20-1, 2d6+1); SQ dwarven traits, protective ward; AL NG; SV Fort +5 Ref +3, Will +6; Str 14, Dex 14, Con 15, Int 13, Wis 16, Cha 6; Weight 135 lbs., Height 4 ft., 1 in.
[b]Skills and Feats:[/b] Concentration +9, Knowledge [religion] +6; Knowledge [planes] +2; Spellcraft +6; Combat Casting, Weapon Focus (Dwarven Waraxe).
[b]Domains[/b]Protection, War
[b]Typical Spells Prepared (4/3+1/2+1):[/b]
[b]0th[/b] Light, Purify Food and Drink, Read Magic
[b]1st[/b] [s]Comprehend Languages[/s], [s]Hide from Undead[/s], Protection from Evil, [s]Sanctuary[/s] (D)
[b]2nd[/b] [s]Calm Emotions[/s], [s]Hold Person[/s], [s]Spiritual Weapon (D)[/s]

[b]Possessions:[/b] [i]+1 Dwarven Waraxe[/i], Scale Mail, Heavy Steel Shield, Silver Holy Symbol; GP 331, SP 73, naked dwarf statuette (40 gp), Tent, Cold Weather Outfit, Backpack, Winter Blanket, Belt Pouch [x5], Flint & Steel, Bullseye Lantern, Grappling Hook, Oil [x10], Rations [x20], Silk Rope (100 ft), Acid [x3], Alchemist's Fire [x3], Holy Water [x3]
[b]XP:[/b]3001 (as of 11/15/17)
Age 68, 158 lbs

Henrik is a dwarf, and more than most of his kind, he makes poor company. One point in his favor, if you can call it that, is that Henrik carries no special hatred of humanoids like goblins and kobolds - he hates them as much as he hates humans and elves. Hate is such a strong word, but it isn't hard to find out that he doesn't care for other races much. Unfortunately for him, other dwarves don't care much for his company. That does make Henrik rather valuable - he's willing to work with other 'undesirables' in situations that most would consider mad. And while he would like nothing better to proselytize regarding his heretical faith to other [b]dwarves[/b], he doesn't really consider other races worthy of worshiping his chosen pantheon - that of the Dwarven Stone Lords. While Henrik can be vulgar, bossy, rude and prickly, often at the same time, he does care deeply about the people he travels with. Those that can put up with his demeanor find that he is absolutely devoted and willing to risk his life if the situation calls for it.

Henrik sees the world in the context of a struggle to determine how it will be reforged. There will be an ending to all things that exist today, of that he is certain, but whether his gods who created the world originally will be able to perfect their creation or the forces of evil will corrupt it completely needs to be determined. Henrik is willing to fight with anyone against the greater existential threat - and since he seems to be the only aware of it he gets to fight on his own terms.

Once past his abrasive personality, Henrik appears as a rather ordinary dwarf. He favors heavy armor and a shield and wields his Dwarven Waraxe with the skill of any trained warrior. His holy symbol shows a two-bladed axe, the blades formed by mirrored crescent moons and the handle ending in a warhammer. He has dark hair that would easily turn into a wild tangle if he didn't spend time on proper grooming. He eschews elaborate braids so his hair and beard are kept trimmed his hair past his shoulders and his beard to his chest. The bridge of his nose is slightly wider in the middle - almost diamond shaped - which gives the impression of having been broken. It hasn't and Henrik will proudly explain how his nose is proof of his 'noble' heritage.

Edit - 03/23/18 - Deducted 4 SP for chicken and 1 GP for ale & 4 more for ale.

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Leland Spark stands at an average height with a light build. Looking to be a human in his mid 20s, he has kept his dark brown hair short and brushed over, and aside from a strong mustache across his upper lip, he is clean shaven. He's wearing thick bull's hide over his traveling garments, and along with a backpack totes a simple wooden club and a plain wooden shield. Though it's clear the man has spent some time out of doors, his skin has just the lightest touch of a tan. When out and about, he's probably pulling along a heavy-ladened mule by its reins, and a light grey wolf with a few cream colored notes in her fur pads alongside him.

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Vandersrike is a tall Kobold at 2'8". His lanky frame is coated in brown scales that appear weathered and cracked in many places with many of the scales fading to black edges. He appears dressed in a mockery of a nobleman's outfit, with a makeshift mantle worn slightly askew over his leathers. He wears yellow cloth cords in place of gold chains and the rings on his fingers are fashioned out of crude springs clutching stained glass "gems." Despite his obvious poverty, he carries himself with an arrogance befitting a noble none the less.

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Evrinel is about average height for a half-elf at 5'4", and it seems unlikely he hits 90 lbs. soaking wet, except maybe if his robes are included(and also wet). His hair is a bleached out blond, unevenly cut just short enough to stay out of his eyes in the front and longer in the back, like he did it himself with a knife, and his eyes a fairly startling and somewhat intense green. At first glance a more unlikely candidate for a mercenary is hard to imagine, as in his light flowing robes which have clearly been unprofessionally mended in a few spots he looks more like a down-on-his-luck (incompetent) wizard's apprentice who fled around the world to escape his master's wrath than anything. His robes are held in place by a long sash wrapped around his waist and over one shoulder.
A more careful look though suggests that under the robes is hard, wiry muscle, and weathered skin with hard calluses on his hands with the embedded salt which suggests that he just completed a long sea voyage working hard.
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[b]Vexandi Iwu[/b]

Vexandi is an elf, around 6ft tall, lithe and thinly built. He has coal black skin, blueish-black hair in dreadlocks to his shoulders, and pale ice-blue eyes. His face and arms feature white tattoos of numerous dots of various sizes, creating fluid shapes and lines tracing his natural musculature and bone structure. His hair is adorned with small bone beads. His gaze never seems to quite focus on anything in particular; even when he is looking directly at something, he seems to be looking slightly beyond the object of his attention. The skull of some small jungle predator hangs on a leather cord from his spear.

[b]LN Male elven spirit shaman 2:[/b] Medium humanoid; Hit Dice 2d6; 9 hp; Init +1; Spd 30ft (20 ft at medium load); AC 14, touch 11, flat-footed 13; BAB/Grapple +1/+1; Atk +1 melee (1d6/x3, spear), or +2 ranged (1d6/x3, shortbow); SA spirit pact 6/day, spells; SQ low-light vision, spirit sense 15ft; AL LN; SV Fort +3, Reflex +1, Will +6 (+2 vs enchants); Abilities Str 10, Dex 12, Con 10, Int 12, Wis 16, Cha 16.

[i]Skills and Feats:[/i] Concentration +4 (+4 combat casting), Diplomacy +8, Knowledge (nature) +4, Knowledge (the planes) +5, Knowledge (religion) +4, Listen +7, Sense Motive +7, Speak Languages 3, Spellcraft +5, Spot +7, Survival +6; [b]Combat Casting, Elemental Potentate[/b].

[i]Languages:[/i] Common, Elven, Aquan, Ignan, Sylvan, Terran.

[i]Typical Shaman Spells Prepared:[/i] [b]0th[/b]-dancing lights, create water, detect magic. [b]1st[/b]-obscuring mist.

[i]Possessions:[/i] 8gp, 8sp, backpack, candles x3, chalk x3, flint and steel, belt pouch, trail rations x4, empty sack, torch x2, waterskin, whetstone, 40 arrows, spear, shortbow, studded leather armor. [b]Total weight: 48lbs[/b].

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Evrinel Starwalk
Evrinel (Erevinel) Starwalk
Age 32
Height: 5’4”
Weight: 86 pounds
Class: Mnk 1/Ftr 1
HP 12/12 (8+2+2)

Str 14 (+2)
Dex 15 (+2)
Con 12 (+1)
Int 12 (+1)
Wis 16 (+3)
Cha 8 (-1)

Base Attack Bonus: +1
Melee Attack: +3
Flurry: +1/+1
Damage: 1d6+2
Ranged Attack: +3 (Range Increment: 50’)
Damage: 1d4+2

Speed: 30 ft.
Initiative: +2

AC: 15 (15 touch, 13 flat footed)

Fort: +5 (+2 monk +2 ftr +1 con)
Reflex: +4 (+2 monk +0 Ftr + 2 dex)
Will: +5* (+2 monk + 0 ftr + 3 wis) (Additional +2 against enchantments)

Low Light Vision,Immunity to magical Sleep,Blind Fight (L1),Improved Grapple (Mnk 1),Unarmed Strike/(Improved Unarmed Strike),Flurry of Blows,EWP: Spiked Chain (Ftr 1),Martial weapon proficiency, Heavy Armor proficiency, Monk Weapon Proficiency

Languages: Common, Elvish, Sylvan

Balance +6 (4+2)
Climb +5 (3+2)
Diplomacy +1 (0-1+2)
Hide +6 (4+2)
Gather Information +1 (0-1+2)
Jump +7 (5+2)
Listen +4 (0+3+1)
Move Silently +4 (2+2)
Search +2 (0+1+1)
Spot +4 (0+3+1)
Swim +3 (1+2)
Tumble +8 (4+2+2)

Sling (in hidden pocket),Monk’s Outfit (doubles as 10 ft rope),7 Bullets (1 gp) (3.5 lbs) (in hidden pocket),1 Backpack (2 gp) (2 lbs),1 bedroll (1 sp) (5 lbs) (in backpack),1 Flint and Steel (1 gp) (in hidden pocket),1 chalk (1 cp) (in hidden pocket),1 clay mug (2 cp) (in backpack),1 sack (1 sp) (in backpack),1 Soap (5 sp) (in backpack),1 Shovel (2 gp) (8 lbs) (in backpack),1 50’ hempen rope (1 gp) (10 lbs) (in backpack),1 signal whistle (8 sp) (in pockets),1 sewing needle (5 sp) (in pockets),1 grappling hook (1 gp) (in backpack),1 Kama (concealed in robes or in backpack),Thread
Cash: 0 gp 9 sp 7 cp

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Kaarys Il'Theryn

Kaarys is a lean, graceful elf, 125lbs and about 5'1". He has vibrant, almost shimmering jade green eyes, which contrast with his pale skin and thick, subtly golden hair. His strikingly beautiful appearance is marred by jagged claw-scars across his nose, left brow and cheek, and down the left side of his neck. He also has numerous whip-scars crisscrossing his back and chest, which he conceals beneath his clothing among decent company. When not on the road, he typically dresses in finely cut black and red vests and pants that will not inhibit his fluid movements, and wears his hair as a tussled mane flowing across his shoulders and down his back. When geared for adventure, his hair is tied back in a thick, closely bundled braid, and he dons a shirt of darkened mithril mail. His favored weapon is a finely honed rapier, which looks more like a thin and elongated cutlass with a red and black basket hilt, often paired with an expertly crafted handaxe or light mace. He takes pride in the care of his weaponry, and keeps them clean and sharp. When relaxed, he can often be found with his flask in hand, a worn and battered thing that was never intended to hold the fine wines he now fills it with, and has an audacious, impertinent attitude. His wit and his mouth often get him in trouble with the authorities. With those he sees as his peers, however, he is warm and friendly, quick to laugh and smile, though his humor is of a strongly dark and cynical bent and he keeps everyone at, if not arms length, at least elbow distance from his true feelings. His only true friend is his horse, Serry, whom he cares for with the tender love that a father would show a daughter.

Male elven fighter 1 / rogue 2: Medium humanoid; Hit Dice 1d10 + 2d6 + 3; 20 hp; Init +4; Spd 30ft (20 ft at medium load); AC 18 (19 with Dodge), touch 15, flat-footed 14; BAB/Grapple +2/+3; Atk +7 melee (1d6+1/18-20 x2, mwk. rapier), or +5 melee (1d6+1/18-20 x2, mwk. rapier) and +5 melee (1d6/x3, mwk. handaxe), or +7 ranged (1d8/x3, longbow); SQ sneak attack +1d6, trapfinding, evasion, low-light vision, immunity to sleep effects; AL CN; SV Fort +3, Reflex +7, Will +1 (or +3 vs enchants); Abilities Str 12, Dex 18, Con 12, Int 12, Wis 12, Cha 12.

Skills and Feats: Climb +5, Jump +7, Ride +6, Handle Animal +3, Balance +7, Bluff +3, Diplomacy +3, Hide +5, Listen +5, Move Silently +5, Search +3, Sense Motive +3, Spot +5, Tumble +9; Dodge, Two-Weapon Fighting, Weapon Finesse.

Languages: Common, Elven, Goblin.

Possessions: 268gp, 3sp, 5cp, mithril chain shirt, mwk. rapier, mwk. handaxe, mwk. light mace, longbow, 20 arrows, backpack, candles x3, chalk x3, flask (full of fine wine), flint and steel, belt pouch, an empty sack, 1lb of soap, waterskin, whetstone, trail rations x2, cure light wounds potions x3, traveler's outfit (or courtier's outfit). Total weight: 41lbs.


Serry is a fierce, loyal, and (with the rare person) cuddly light warhorse. She has a brindled, dark brown coat with occasional patches of white, and a well-cared for mane of black. Her face has a small diamond of white between her eyes. Kaarys chose her for her beauty, but loves her for her....horsenality? Over the past few years, their bond has grown deep and strong, and Kaarys would easily choose her life over that of anyone else, if he had to choose.

Female light warhorse: Military saddle, bit and bridle, studded leather barding, saddlebags, 4 days of feed, grappling hook, 50ft of silk rope, torches x3, bedroll, trail rations x3, cold weather outfit, cold weather horse blanket, tent. Total weight: 180lbs.


Svartr Brekka (aka Swarbrick)

Swarbrick appears to be a thin, male human about 6 feet tall and 180 pounds heavy. He has black, greasy hair and green eyes.

Swarbrick is a boisterous and exuberant man who seems to fancy himself as some type of swashbuckler or dandy. He dresses as if he was going to court (including a flamboyantly oversized hat with a feather), but he’s sold off most of his jewelry and other fineries trying to survive the last few years (and quench his considerable thirst for ale, liquor, or other substances he can get his hands on). When he’s not actively working, he has taken to drinking most of his nights (and sometimes days and the occasional morning) away.

He’s been a professional soldier and guardsman and while no stranger to combat, he finds that the more fights you avoid, the longer you are likely to live. Swarbrick is very friendly and outgoing, sometimes coming off as too friendly, but he usually means well. At the moment, Swarbrick lives to live. He works when he can, takes what money he can get, and spends the rest of the time drinking, gambling, and carousing until the next job comes around. He no longer really has a purpose in life, but most of the time he’s not sober enough to care.

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Gazini ("Blood" in Zulu)

Age: 17
Height & Weight: 6' 2"/200 lbs
Hair: black
Eyes: green
Complexion: Orange skin with brownish black spots akin to those on a leopard.
- Sharp. That is how one would describe Gazini. From his eyes to his cheek bones to his one good ear. His face is sharp like a vigilant hawk accentuated by sharper features. Green eyes shine from beneath a scowling brow. His head is shaved bald and one of his ears is half as long as the other, looking as though a wild animal had bitten it half off. But underneath all of the scars and seeming anger is a fierce pride.

He has an athletic build. His legs and arms are corded in muscle making him nearly as strong as he is fast. He wears the traditional tribal clothes of his people when going on long marches under a well crafted chain shirt. He dons a travel bag which holds essentials. There's a heavy wooden shield next to two javelins strapped to his bag near an assortment of weapons. Favored among them is his Iklwa, chosen weapon of the embi, and his mastercrafted heavy flail.

There once was a time when Gazini was carefree, whether it be in work or warfare. Those days have long since passed. The world has taken its toll on the young Hobgoblin warrior as he has watched friends and family perish at the unfair hands of fate. He is a hard shell to crack, not trusting of outsiders and every present of danger and treachery. Having said that, he is not the "strong and silent" type. He is outspoken and lets his opinion be known regardless of how that may make others feel.

He is driven and extremely motivated. Skilled in battle, he toes a fine line between disciplined fighter and raging berserker. Though since the decimation of his clan, he has been pushed ever further toward the latter. When fighting with the embi he tries to maintain strict discipline over his emotions lest he compromise his comrades. Sometimes, however, he cannot prevent it.

Gazini was born into a tribal unit of hobgoblins dedicated to ensuring the survival of their people. Oppressed for hundreds of years, they strove for nothing more than to maintain their honor in a world that had little. Swift and strong, he and his brother were raised to be embis, the chosen warriors of the clan. In this aspect of life they excelled. Gazini listened to his elders, trained his body and mind, and learned from his mistakes. By the time he reached maturity, he was proficient with the iklwa and shield and a fine marksman with the javelin. But beneath all of his training and technical ability, burns a deep seated passionate rage. There were times when he found himself losing control and letting the beast within him speak. During these episodes time slowed down for the warrior and he could feel no pain, enabling him to perform greatfeats of strength or dexterity. But his rational mind was also lost.

When the war between his chief's clan (M'bali's father) and the vampire-hobgoblin Herewak's forces broke out, Gazini and his brother were called to war. Though victorious in the initial stages, Herewak had split his forces, sending half of his army around M'bali's father's forces and laying siege to the the fortress there. When those same forces doubled back, the army that Gazini and his brother were apart of were crushed between a rock and a hard place and wiped out. Luckily, Gazini and his brother were out scouting. When the dust settled, they set out to find M'bali, their one link to their tribe and sworn leader.

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[b]Kisasi[/b] stands a few inches over six feet tall and weighs about 240 pounds. He shaves his hair as close to the scalp as he can get it with a dagger, to facilitate wearing a helmet; and has dark orange, almost brown skin. Kisasi’s eyes match his teeth, a mustard yellow, and his blue nose stands out in stark contrast with the rest of his face. His armor, shield and sword are trophies from his former chieftain’s personal collection, stripped from a human adventurer’s corpse many years ago. The sword, in particular, is of note: the metal of the blade is a dark red, almost burgundy color, and is acid etched with runes he cannot decipher. He calls the sword “Damu,” meaning “Blood,” in his native tongue.

"Men are the only animals that devote themselves, day in and day out, to making one another unhappy. It is an art like any other. Its virtuosi are called altruists." - H.L. Mencken