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Topic: 5e One Shot Adventure
Subject: Niknash, Lady of Doomstone


Name: Niknash, Daughter of Bogru, Lady of Doomstone, Manhunter, The Impaler, Breaker of Lines


Race: Half-Orc


Build: Barbarian [Path of the Totem Warrior: Bear, Wolf, Eagle]


Background: Outlander [Proficiency: Athletics, Survival]


Ability Scores: STR 20 [+5], DEX 14 [+2], CON 16 [+3], INT 10 [0], WIS 12 [+1], CHA 8 [-1]


HP: 225


Feats: Polearm Master [4th], Sentinel [8th]


Racial Abilities: Speed 30ft; Medium Size; Darkvision; Menacing [Proficiency:Intimidation]; Relentless Endurance [1/LR from 0HP to 1 HP]; Savage Attacks [+1 Weapon dice to critical hits]


Skills: Intimidation; Athletics; Survival


Languages: Common; Orc


Saving Throws: Strength, Constitution, Dexterity [vs. Spells & Traps {unless blinded, deafened, or incapacitated}]


Class Abilities: Rage 5/LR [Advantage on STR checks and Saves; +3 Damage w/ melee weapons; Resistance to all damage except psychic {Bear variant 3rd level}; Unarmoured Defence [Currently 15], Reckless Attack [Attack w/ Advantage, but take hits at Disadvantage]; Danger Sense [Saving throw advantage vs Spells and Traps]; Primal Path [Path of the Totem Barbarian: Bear {resist all damage except Psychic while raging}, Wolf {Track quickly, Stealth at normal speed}, Eagle {Fly speed = to land speed while raging, falls at end of turn}]; Extra Attack; Fast Movement [+10 feet w/o Heavy Armour]; Feral Instinct [Advantage on Initiative Rolls; Act normal during surprise rounds IF you rage first]; Brutal Critical [+2 Weapon Dice to critical hits]; Relentless rage [DC 10 Con to go from 0hp to 1hp, increases by 5DC each attempt; Resets after Short/Long rest]; Persistent Rage [Rage only ends early by choice, or when made unconscious]


Spells known: Beast Sense and Speak with Animals [as rituals]


Description: Niknash is sinewy and agile, standing over six feet high, and weighing more than most mortal men. Her frame resembles that of a twisted, knotted tree, pocked by war wounds, ritual carvings, and thick, clotted muscle. Grey skin, bronze colored eyes, and thick black hair maintained in long dreads provide a striking contrast that is the most redeeming quality of what one might call beauty. Her strict demeanour and cutthroat candour would put to rest any thoughts of intimate inflection beyond martial companionship.


 


History: In the land of Skaern, there had been a delicate balance of power between tribes. Elves inherited the forests, Gnolls the grasslands, Dwarves the mountains, and the Orcs lorded over the steppes, and the hills. The coming of man, a warlike race with cunning intellect, and ambition destroyed the delicate balance.


They settled the coast and displaced the Lizardkin, established treaties with the Elves, learning magic, and archery. They began to trade with the stoic Dwarves, learned how to refine their arms. By the time the tribes of the Orcs and Gnolls took notice, The Calamity was already upon them. In a striking display of might the armies of Man set out across the plains and wiped the Gnolls off the face of Skaern. It was genocide. The Orcs would not be cowed so easily. The tribes formed a war council to oppose the advancement of Man. Through a combination of key defensive postures and guerrila raids during the darkness of night, they were able to depose the first armies of man through attrition. This was a temporary victory, and it was not earned through might as was the Orcish preference. 


Generations followed in an uncomfortable climate of war and concessions. Orcs had advantage in rearing children, and would often use the daughters of man captured in village raids as brood mares to fuel population blooms. One such mongrel became a key hero in the war against the invaders. His name was Bogru. His viciousness, might, and cunning became legendary. He united the tribes of the orcs under one banner, and they erected a monument to their unity and strength, known forevermore as The Doomstone. An impenetrable fortress that overlooked the coastal kingdom of Man, a monument to their perserverance. A grim warning to their foe. 


Man made a murderous pact with Elvish assassins who were successful in their plot to kill Lord Bogru. However, even in death the Half-Orc mongrel would return to the battlefield as a revenant to lead his forces to victory against the ever evolving armies of Man. From his loins came Niknash, a warrior every bit as tenacious as her father. A master of the polearm, her rage is boundless, as she charges into the fray at the lead of her forces. Her most notable title is "The Breaker of Lines". She is truly the spear that breaks through the shield walls of her foe, widening the gap for her soldiers to pierce into the heart of enemy forces and reek brutal havoc.


Her last memories had her pit in a dire battle against the first legions of Dwarven men to join into the fray as allies of Man. The dwarves and their mithral smithing and golems overcame her legion in a pitched battle.


 


 



Posted on 2019-10-20 at 13:18:10.
Edited on 2019-10-20 at 13:33:51 by Philosopher

Topic: 5e One Shot Adventure
Subject: Character


Hey guys. I’m still in this. Just been swamped. I have my character all sorted out. I’ll be aiming to finish this up for you this weekend. May need some help with the format in the end. But I’ll have the back story and basics all hammered in. 



Posted on 2019-10-16 at 20:34:37.

Topic: 5e One Shot Adventure
Subject:


I’m still here. I’ve got my concept up. I’ll work it up and have it in for the weekend. 



Posted on 2019-09-18 at 10:31:47.

Topic: 5e One Shot Adventure
Subject: Muscle in.


I’m calling dibs on Barbarian. I wanna get my freak on!



Posted on 2019-08-28 at 20:17:34.

Topic: 5e One Shot Adventure
Subject: I’m Your Huckleberry.


I’d be happy to give 5e a shot. 



Posted on 2019-08-26 at 18:23:30.

Topic: Last Chance Gang Q&A
Subject:


Honestly, this is the first time I’ve ever played a Paladin, so, this will be interesting for me. I’m looking forward to the challenge. 🙂



Posted on 2019-06-19 at 14:57:07.

Topic: The Last Chance Gang
Subject: To arms!


Blasted fools!


Llammoch cursed silently, berrating his presumedly dead charge as their hand wagged from the maw of a mangy pack of woesome wolves. He'd travelled a fortnight to extend his services to the locals, who were falling victim to some form of dubious plight, according to tongues wagging in the wind. The night before served as an affirmation to the diligent brother, upon hearing of the upset in the criminal community. Some upheaval spitting up the foul dust of evils pile. Fortunate, then, for Llammoch and his bold companion, that they would find allegiance with like minded adventurers in this quest.


With or without them, he would find a way to uproot this so called "Last Chance Gang". Far better to enlist the aid of a skilled handful of comrades. Mustering a militia would be a heavy investment. Time he would happily serve if it meant the betterment of the common folk, and an easement to what ills they have fortuned. Nay. Better a band of the bold. Corageous outliers such as he to quell the forces of darkness. He could feel the coming days of glory. His mettle, tested against the forces of villainy yet again!


Oh fail me not, mine rigid heart!


But what madness was this? Some rabid pack of dogs set loose upon the merchants of this fair hamlet perhaps? Or just some piss poor happenstance, and a stark reminder that their stay here had been purpose built indeed. Regardless, these wild menaces would need to be put down. If only for the safety of the town, if not, as it was yet to be seen, one another. A more proper investigation will be necessary to follow. Ah. But first things first.


Five wolves, larger than life and coming in for the kill. Bruno would know what to do here, and would await Llammochs cue. For now the loyal mastiff would round up before his brother in arms and defend the knight.(Ready attack, w/trip if successful. Remain beside Llammoch.)


Llammoch himself would focus his divine energies into a vigorous display of martial prowess. Invigorating his muscles. Emboldening his stride. Enlivening his soul. (Uses Divine Vigor.).


When the time came to strike, he would be swift and steady.


"Stick together!" Llammoch shouted to his comrades, "These are flanking foes!"



Posted on 2019-06-17 at 22:22:15.

Topic: Last Chance Gang Q&A
Subject: Move together!


For various reasons of tactical utility, Llammoch and Bruno will almost always default to moving on the same initiative. As initiative only happens ever so often, I’ll include it in my standard breakdown. But, when they begin to move, it would usually be in tandem, however which way that will look according to the rules. Likely with the higher initiative readying action to move w/ lower initiative. In this case it looks like Llammoch may buff since he has a higher initiative this time around, and Bruno will probably prep an attack. Just wanted to set the paradigm now. Anyway. More will follow in my post. 



Posted on 2019-06-17 at 18:09:53.

Topic: Last Chance Gang Q&A
Subject:


C’mon! Let the dogs out!



Posted on 2019-06-16 at 10:13:03.

Topic: Last Chance Gang Ideas/Planning
Subject:


VERY EXCITE!



Posted on 2019-06-12 at 07:09:31.

Topic: Last Chance Gang Ideas/Planning
Subject:


Good stuff. Sounds like we’ll be working closely together. 👍


Two squishies and 2.5 hard men thus far. 



Posted on 2019-05-26 at 15:02:53.

Topic: Last Chance Gang Ideas/Planning
Subject: OOF!!!


I forgot how time consuming crafting a character can be. Especially with two little ones nipping at your heels. He's all in for the judges approval however. Llammoch of the Rigid Heart, and his trusty companion Bruno the Bold!



Posted on 2019-05-25 at 23:05:13.

Topic: Last Chance Gang Ideas/Planning
Subject:


I’ve zeroed in my concept. Should have you my character sheet by Saturday. 



Posted on 2019-05-23 at 10:37:20.

Topic: Last Chance Gang Ideas/Planning
Subject:


So far I see two squishies. I’m definitely going to go as beefy as an Irish stew in the heart of Texas. I’ve just been mulling over a few abstracts. I’m leaning towards Half-orc Paladin with a faithful Wardog companion. 



Posted on 2019-05-21 at 19:09:45.

Topic: Last Chance Gang Ideas/Planning
Subject:


I remember her well. A pity our campaign fizzled so fast with that one. 



Posted on 2019-05-14 at 21:39:31.

Topic: Last Chance Gang Ideas/Planning
Subject: Incognito


For the safety of myself and others... I’ll be keeping the identity of my character discreet. But I’m thinking Barbarian or Fighter. 



Posted on 2019-05-14 at 17:28:33.

Topic: Book Corner-What are your favourite fantasy books?
Subject: R. Scott Bakker


His trilogies, “The Prince of Nothing”, and “The Aspect Emperor” were the best books I’ve ever read. 



Posted on 2019-04-04 at 18:00:49.

Topic: Trials of the webmaster...
Subject: Chat


Chat would be great. Do we have a discord channel by any chance? I’ve been humming and hawing about a live campaign.



Posted on 2019-04-04 at 17:57:20.

Topic: Why Did you join the Inn?
Subject: Getting Called Out.


Haha. You caught me. Well, if I’m honest, I’m pretty sure I joined the Inn because of Tek. I’m not sure if he’s around anymore, but, we were close friends in high school, and he introduced me to the forum. I’m pretty sure that’s how it happened. He invited me to play in his volcano campaign. There have been some great ones I’ve had the pleasure of partaking in. (Really wished The Arena had kept going!)


I’ve always loved D&D, and this was a way to play with others that shared the passion. It also hits me right in the author/writer feels. I’ve been busy working on some other projects, and my games never quite bloomed here. Anytime Kitty or Grugg hits me up though, I am resurrected.



Posted on 2019-04-04 at 17:52:57.
Edited on 2019-04-04 at 18:14:45 by Philosopher

Topic: Fortune's Favoured: Revenge of the Revenge of the Game
Subject: Something wicked this way comes.


"Gentlemen in the rear carriage and ladies...", He bowed his head slightly and extended his hand towards Calopee and Sehanine, ",would you do me the great pleasure of joining me for our short ride in the lead?"
*******

Calopee graciously accepted Gymenzious' invite into his carriage. It left her with more room, and an escape from what would otherwise be a potential need for the social niceties of discussion and planning. She had already sized up the unabashedly self absorbed little man. He would be admittedly somewhat compelling, if only he were a mute. However, his constant prattle made for the perfect excuse to zone out and begin plying her trade into polishing the latest and greatest in precious skip rocks. (Crafting Skip Rock)
***********

Karl followed him but soon paused, turning back to look at a thick wooded glade just a little inland.

"-load their gear and we'll embark. Karl! Where are-" Gymenzious turned around, finally realising his companion wasn't behind him. "Come now Karl no time for this, what is it?"

Karl unsurprisingly grunted in response, giving another uneasy glance at the woods before shaking his head and making his way down to the boats. Gymenzious wasted no time.
*******

The unmistakable sound of snapping wood resounded in the little thief's prickling ears. The hair on her neck stood at attention, and all the more alarming was the validation of her paranoia by the lumbersome giant of a man, Karl, as his attention unerringly passed into the wooden thresh of the forest beyond. The young slinger instinctively shielded herself with the hulking human wall, as she intently honed in on the unnatural crackle of nature's bed. Men blundered upon the hallowed ground of the mothers hearth. Not animals who'd sooner stray than risk the wrath of human opportunity. With a discriminating eye she hoped to sort out the mystery that set her ears ablaze, her hair a-tingling, and the behemoth askew.

"Something seems amiss!" She fairly hissed in hushed whisper to her comrades.

(Spot check in the direction of the sound.)


Posted on 2017-12-15 at 22:17:03.
Edited on 2017-12-16 at 08:04:00 by Philosopher

Topic: Fortune's Favoured: Revenge of the Revenge of the Game
Subject: On Leadership.


He spoke again, this time to Mal. "You, friend may have some skill in battle, but you will get us all killed if you continue to act so recklessly. One of us does not get to commit all the rest to a venture. Whether we march towards fortune or folly, it must not be a forced one." He tilted his head, addressing the group as a whole. "Which brings me to the real point, something that has just become urgent. We need among us a leader, to speak to those who would hire us, to bargain, accept, and reject on our behalf. Or, failing that, at least a spokesman to get us through until such things can be decided. Who among us is best suited to dealing with a noble house?"
**********

Calopee pondered this turn in the conversation. She hadn't considered this specific contingency. Truth be told, she had no interest in being led. That in itself did not suggest that she would want to assume the mantle of leadership either. She could outright lie with the best of them, but that was a stones throw away from true persuasion. Plus her diminutive demeanour was not to be taken seriously. Nor would she want it to be. Lost in the crowd. Forgotten. Dismissed. That was the best path to follow. Besides, she knew that nobody could contain her in truth. From the shadow, conjured from her whims, all things were malleable.

A figurehead. Spokesperson. That was what they needed. There were two clear candidates as far as the young hafling was concerned. The fey witch, or the stoic knight. Calopee had been mightily impressed by the enchantress. Her charm, and ensorcelled persuasion was a prescient force. She could charm the pants off of any noblemen. In fact, Calopee smirked discreetly, she'd wager it was more likely than not that she had.

But Relos, he'd have both the nobleman's envy, and the noblewoman's heart. The romanticism of a knight was so righteously thither. It was likely that he would make for a much better figure head. And in truth, would likely be a might bit easier to steer. Which was good. It was hard to keep a man of faith blind amongst the baleful. Keep him distracted however, on point, for fervour, and for glory! Well, that would be an acceptable ruse.

"For what's it's worth," she began, putting in her two coppers, "I think that the best representative for our little troupe would be the honourable Relos. Nothing pleases nobility more than the fealty of a Knight."


Posted on 2017-12-15 at 21:06:43.
Edited on 2017-12-16 at 08:00:57 by Philosopher

Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: Sorry guys.


Saw a squirrel and fell down a hole. I have time tomorrow night. I WILL get posted up.

Posted on 2017-12-14 at 21:18:16.

Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: Discussions of Leadership


Can't just have a democracy, eh Kitty? It's an interesting thought, bringing up a front for leadership. Even if it is a figurehead. I'll try and whip up my two cents worth tonight or tomorrow if I get a chance.

Posted on 2017-12-05 at 10:23:08.

Topic: Fortune's Favoured: Revenge of the Revenge of the Game
Subject: Nausea is good for the soul.


She dreamt of the keep. Bodies strewn about haphazardly. The touch of the arcane buzzing in the tepid silence of lifelessness. Men scorched beyond recognition, or showcased in a perfect crystalline facsimile. Her blood had run as cold as the stone walls that led ever downwards. Though she had not lost her bravery, her instinct was heavily leaning towards escape. A chance encounter with a giant, and a laughable exchange with mere bandits did not a hero's handful make. Just because they could fool a town full of dirt farmers did not mean any battery of true villainy would be impressed. Though she followed the others in stride, she kept the exit on her mind always.

Jaron. Bandit lord. Master of the 'death glare'. His violet eyes bore a lasting image in the young thief's mind. With eagle like precision she honed in on them. They held her in their thrall for moments that traced an eternity. Before they were gone, glazed over like granite. An irony of the highest order, a mirror to the glare of the medusa. And what was this invader who seemed to single-handedly defeat a fortress full of bandits. Who walked up to the man with the glare of death and laughed? A tall slinking shadow, shifting in her sight, as though perpetually in motion. And his face... the most terrifying of all.
A goat! The face of goat!
*************************
"Mornin' Heroes!"

Calopee started from her disturbed slumber, shaking the mortifying images from her head, which only aided in spinning the room about this way and that. One ought not drink their weight in poison. That should be a rule, she surmised. She fussed over her newly found cloak, spoils from their latest sojourn to the bandit lord's keep. Brilliantly crafted by elven hands, and gifted with subtle enchantments. It was not meant to serve as a blanket, but in her drunken state, she had used it as a comforter, though alas, it did not serve as a dream catcher.

"Oh...did one of you let a bunch of goats in last night?"

The young halfling shuddered at the merest mention of the beasts. The memory of the tall man with the superimposed face of a goat jumped back into her mind. "I hate goats..." she muttered to herself.

"Argie! Next time knock you old bugger! Ask Cal about the goats, she's the one who's got an obsession." Blurted Malachi.

Calopee's immediate response was to grab a book that had been loosed from a shelf the night before, and toss it clean at Mal's fat head. The Argent Blade caught the assault out of the corner of his eye and dodged the blundering book, sneering all the while as it crashed into the wall behind him. Stupid ale! Blasted reflexes!

Her head had developed it's very own pulse, that seemed to be more lively than the one in her chest ever could be. She crawled over to the tray of ales and began to embalm herself with the hair of the dog that bit her, all the while doing a soft inventory of things. She hadn't made the egregious error of sleeping in her chain, and it was slumped over in the corner with her backpack. Her stones were happily fastened to her side as always. Everything seemed in order.

The ale was working its way into the churning maelstrom that was her belly on the morning after, slowly plying it's trade to her groaning mind ache. Every heavy handled footfall down the stairs to the common room was far below the graceful strides one might expect from a child like form such as hers. Her face unwittingly flushed at the sound of goats braying in the floorboards. If the gods were kind she'd never have to see the likes of one again. Alas, she feared she may continue to be one "Whom Gods Annoy!"

Ever the opportunist, the little thief took in the newest additions to the establishment. Her assessment was more cold and calculating than would do with admitting. The big man was a major threat physically, to be sure. Armed with the natural weaponry allotted to career soldier, or seasoned guard. The crossbow, a weapon that was readily usable by the inexperienced, and extremely effective in the hands of the inveterate. Many swordsmen were so prided in their martial artistry that they would rebuke the duality of a ranged option. Some would call it cowardly. Typically the tactical, the trained, and the bought would resolve to have as many tools in their belt as necessary. Even still, her eyes locked in on the softest place on that shaven skull, tracing the points in the room that might act as a ricochet point should they be face to face and fighting.

His threat was simple, however, whereas the gnome was a trifling quarry. He was pretty, she would not deny. A little blush couldn't help but grace her freckled cheeks when he made mention of her fairness. Quite the charmer, if not for his irritating chatter. Gnomes were known for two things. Their trickery, and arcane profinity. She couldn't get a sense of the silver haired affluent. There was danger in his seeming absence of danger. She looked to Sehanine for guidance, to see what the violet eyed witch might betray upon her assessment.

"Where was I...I'm Gymenzi-no I've said that. He's Kar- Oh the letters! Karl please hand me the satchel."

Calopee read over the letter, running her finger over the seal of House Merinuk. "Okay Gymmy, we're in." said The Argent Blade, utterly failing to consult his companions. "Say, d'you want me to sign one of those letters for you? You know, as a memento."

Brazen fool! Calopee roiled, wishing her glare to be as violent as the bandit lord Jaron, pre shattered statuette. Of course he'd think to speak for us all!

She was about to redirect when Tristan saved face. "Well met Gymenzious! Would you mind giving us a bit of time to collect ourselves?"

"What?" Malachi barked at Tristan.

"This isn't Mal and the Favoured!" Calopee spat back in a whisper, though likely not as subtle as intended, "You don't speak for me Silvertip."(a blatant bastardization of Argent Blade)

***Though it was very early after a long night of celebration, the truth was that this seemed to be the best prospect for work in the region. It ALSO seemed highly convenient, and she had no trust regarding "Tiny" and his handler. Calopee would await a general consensus, but wouldn't necessarily mind working jobs in Cordova with a crew.***


Posted on 2017-11-25 at 19:09:11.
Edited on 2017-12-16 at 08:00:28 by Philosopher

Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: All the sick.


Sorry guys. Been really ill. Hurray for innoculating myself to influenza the natural way!

Managed to read through the grugglepots. But I was heavily encumbered. I'll be reading again, and looking to post up this weekend.



Posted on 2017-11-24 at 17:57:27.

 
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