Blizzard: Fantasy RP Casting Call

[Lethe]

Blizzard: Fantasy SRP Casting Call

That's fantasy as in elves and dragons, not fantasy as in.. well, everything on the board, including this come to think of it... you get the idea. I hesitate to use the term D&D, because while it'll be using the classes and one of the settings (Forgotten Realms), I think we can discard the actual rules and stuff for free-form RPing.

In any case, this will be set in the north, in Icewind Dale, where an expedition of adventurers are setting out to try and find out what's happened to an archaelogical site that hasn't been heard from in weeks.

If you're interested, post char descriptions. Like I said, no rules per say, but for a rough envisioning of char strength; medium to high level. Preferably good or neutral chars, though you can play evil if you really want to. Surely even most people who haven't played D&D know the classes but if you don't, ask.

I'll be playing Lethe, who was in a previous D&D thread, and I'll be digging up and posting his char details shortly

 

[Lethe]

A thousand ages in thy sight
Are like an evening gone
Short as the watch that ends the night
Before the rising sun
Lethe

Half-Elf Bard

Chaotic Neutral

Biography:

The half elf now known as Lethe was once a prince in the vanished realm of Aeruin. He was a talented, brooding youth.

He was given the best tuition available in magic, battle and music. And it was his learning of magic that caused the tragedy.

In his hunger for acclaim and love, he committed a terrible crime, the nature of which only wizards can comprehend. All the most powerful mages of Aeruin gathered to determine a suitable punishment.

They finally invoked the Curse of Three, an ancient and terrible ritual curse. He was bound and taken before a circle of three times three mages. Three sentences they chanted, in a language never meant to be shaped by human tongue. Three gestures they gave. And three curses they laid on him.

To wander eternally, never finding rest nor sanctuary

To gain victory after victory, and each victory to bring him fresh sorrows

To be henceforth stripped of all title by which men might know him

The curse done, they released him and the one-time prince went out into the night.

Lethe has wandered far since then. In Waterdeep, he saw a doomed hero die. In Amn he won favour with the Council of Six for his music, and became court bard before jealous enemies and treacherous friends disgraced him and he was cast into the fighting pits of Athkatla.

In the pits, he befriended his trainer, a veteran gladiator. The two of them were inseparable, training constantly. Then, to gain his freedom, Lethe slew his mentor in a pre-arranged match.

His haunted journeyings continued. In Thay he killed a great and powerful Red Wizard, only to discover that that same mage was the only one left with the power to undo his curse.



He has no true name any more but he is known by his companions as Lethe.

He uses an ancient headsman's longsword in battle. These words run down its blade: Terminus Est

Lethe is a slim, muscular half elf. His face is pale and drawn, and dark, haunted blue eyes reflect the world in pitiless minature. He moves with deliberate precision and grace.

His hair is dark and frames his face. Dressed in a black silk coat and tight breeches, over that Lethe wears ornate black leather armour, with hardened ridges running up back and chest, forming whorls and spirals on the boiled leather. Along these ridges strips of silver are sown, such as might deflect a sword-blow in battle, and they glint strangely against the dull black leather. Across his chest is slung the baldric for the sword on his back, and from it hang discs of silver and steel, each stamped with the raven that Lethe uses as his personal sigil. Black tassels, bound tightly in silver rings, hang from the wrists of the strange armour's sleeves.

 

[DreamGrrl]

What, no sex in this FR RP?

ROFLMAO!

^_~

~Mai

PS-

I'll consider joining ... waiting to see if anyone else is interested in a thread with a bit more 'meat' to it.

^_^

 

[Lethe]

Did I say no sex? No rules... didn't say no sex

 

[Khadgar]

i'll join. full elf mage, Chaotic good. tall and windswept if you know what i mean. not thin, but not thick. cloaked and such. not much of a story to him, comes from the arctic, no one knows much about him either. tall elven mage. brown flowing hair, brown eyes.

 

[Snork Maiden]

Fern Falconhand

Hi Lethe,

Can I bring Fern over, she been biding her time



Name Fern
Family Falconhand
Diety Vidar
Race Human
Class Cleric/Ranger
Age 19
Alignment CG
Homeland Dalelands (Shadowdale, Faerun)

Apperance:
Height 5' 4"
Eyes Pale Blue/Grey
Hair Light Blonde
Build Medium

Disposition
Quiet, Thoughtful, enjoys poriods of solitude but also good company.

Level Ranger (1) / Cleric (1)

********** For Info prolly not appropriate in this **********

HP (6)
Abilities
Strength (14)
Inteligence (14)
Wisdom (17)
Dexterity (16)
Constitution (17)
Charisma (18)

(I haven't used any Arcana Spells but will do if allowed)

Clerical Spells
1st Level
Cure Light Wounds x 2
Bless
Command
2nd Level
Hold Person x 2
3rd Level
Continual Light

************** End AD&D Stats **************


Ranger Weapon proficiency

Mace - Melee
Long Sword - Melee
Short Bow - Missile
Throwing Axe - Throwing

Armor

Padded Leather
Small Shield Wooden

Background/History

Fern was born in Espar, in the eastern region of Cormyr. Her mother was a Cleric her father a Ranger, coming from a long line of Dalelands Rangers.

At an early age her parents moved back to Shadowdale with the increase in Zhentrim activity out of the North. Both her parents were killed by a raiding party and she escaped by hiding in a hollowed tree.

She made her way back to her Grandparents and was rasied until she reached the age of 16 when she began her quest looking for the men who killed her parents. She joined many Cavarans and travelled as a hired guard all over Faerun. The most recent of which had been for a Calishite mercant travelling out of Wayloon to Fairhaven on the Cormyr / Sembia border

Having joined a party in freeport briefly journeyed notrh and then west to the Dalelands.

 

[Kelson]

Well, if I'm gunna be a proper stalker, I suppose I should post play in the threads I stalk...so...I'll play Shea. Half-elven thief...level 3, 95% walk silently/hide in shadows (I can give ya all these if you want, but only one that seriously matters), ambidextrous, 5 daggers on him, long black cloak, black satin boots, black hair, green eyes.

 

[Lord Kenshin]

I guess I'll come back and start posting again.. lol.. it's time for the return.

OOC:

Char name: Ossus Blackheart
Race: Half Human, Half Elfen
Age: 19
Allignment: Nuetral
Homelands: Unknown

Appearance:
Hair: Long Silvery
Eyes: Bright Jade
Height: 6'1"
Clothes: Large black hooded cloak, white robes underneath.
Weapons: Long customized sword, the blade sharper and thinner to slice quickly without resistance. A small dagger in a sheath on his ankle. His sword sheathed on the pouch on his back, sticking out a hole in the cloak.



I really don';t know much bout D&D so fill me in a lil.. k?

 

[Snork Maiden]

The harsh winds, cut cruelly across the northern wastelands, lifting the fine snow like clouds of dust as it swept over the undulating white drifts. Ribbons of white, streamed from th tips of the drifts, shaped like the large fins of some great concealed shark.

Drawing the soft Artic furs around her Fern was making her way slowly towards the frontier settlement known to her as Carmyhertha. The furs, brought her great comfort, hand stitched, by herself from the kelps of Arctic foxes and a Polar Bear she had encountered some years earlier; they had served her well and they were well cared for. Her boots, again made from layers of the same fur, where soled with Seal skin, stitched in layers, whilst her mittens protected her fingers from the elements enabling her to hold the reins of the dog team that drew her small but adequate sledge.

She was warm, but tired, and the thought of a warm fire and bed comforted her. It would be nice to be among people again but that would probably be a day or so away.

Whooping she spurred the dogs on, her breath crystalising in the cold air before dispersing in the wind, the sleigh skating with minimal resistance over the fine snow living a parallel trail behind her smattered with the paw prints from the dogs.

She smiled to herself.