OOC information:
All races are common with one modification...All races have equal life spans
You are all fairly ignorant concerning the world you live in. All you have known your entire lives is the farm and the people on it. You have only traveled to one other location, the town of Crossroads (about two days travel), to trade goods. Most of the information you have concerning the world came from Connor (local events) and Jenks(Legends)
Local Events: It has been especially rainy for the last couple years, which has been good for crops, but the nearby swamp is threatening to flood everything.
Legends: Thousands of years ago god like beings ruled the world, some say they were descendents of modern day Elves. Then something happened (a cataclysm) and they vanished along with their cities and technology.
You live on the Chandler Farm owned and run by Aunt Pol Chandler. Ben Chandler died due to an illness ten years ago, which is when several of you arrived on the farm as the children of the help Aunt Pol hired to keep the farm going after her husbands death.
- Dess Rann class: Monk -- loud and very serious about his training and staying fit (Think High school coach)
- Jenks Milner class: Bard -- Good singing voice, full of wonderfull stories especially concerning the Elf wars that destroyed the world 3000 years ago.
- Pol Chandler (aunt Pol) class: commoner -- heart of gold, tough as nails
- Old Man Elgin class: Wizard -- Constantly tinkering and inventing things
- Boris Shorum class: Paladin -- This is a GOOD man. Always there for you, loves his wife and often tends to be the father figure for all the children
- Mary Shorum class: Druid -- The real brains of the farming operation. She also tends to mother all the children
- Jamie Maddox class: Fighter -- Wild, lazy, rude and sometimes drunk
- Tanith Maddox class: Rogue -- Wild, lazy, rude and sometimes drunk
- Connor Silverkin class: Ranger -- Does not actually work on the farm. He is part of a group that wonder the frontier protecting and monitoring it. He just happens to have a base of operations on the farm. He is a often around (Likely due to Aunt Pol's cooking) and helps out with numerous odd jobs and helps with the training/education of the children.
- Bess everybody's favorite cow
- Ben Pet Rat
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ReplyDeleteName: Tareth Rann
Class: Fighter
Race: Human
Parent(s): Dess Rann
Description: Tall, thin, and well-muscled due to extensive periods of forced training. Is definitively depressed about most everything. Likes animals because he believes only they understand his plight.
History: Has spent most of his life unsuccessfully avoiding being forced into training by his Father, where he would much rather sit with his best friend Bess and contemplate how meaningless and generally terrible his life is.
Good old Bess, she always seems to understand just how you feel. Is it the way she chews her cud, or the slight tilt of her head? No, it's in the eyes as she regards you pondering the meaning of life.
DeleteDess: Jenks, where is that lazy son of mine!? He's an hour late for morning exercises, If he is out in the pasture again talking to that damn cow, I might just loose my mind!
ReplyDeleteJenks: Train, train, train, is that all you ever think about? Cut the kid some slack, he's almost a man now and needs to be making his own decisions.
Dess: Ha! a man, If it was up to Mary all the kids would be a bunch of sissy tree huggers. Besides, isn't it about time Bess was taken to market? I'll need to talk to Pol about that, it might do that boy some good. TARETH!!!!
Tareth: *sigh*...Well old girl, I suppose I should get back to this detestable business. It's not like I have anything of worth to do. I still won't enjoy it.
DeleteBess: Moo!
Tareth walks over solemnly to where he heard his Father's overbearing voice.
Tareth: Hello, Father. Shall we begin the morning's monotony?
As he says this he looks up to meet his father's gaze with an unwavering gleam of boredom.
After the morning exercises, Dess (despite himself) looks pleased at Tareth's progress.
DeleteDess: Today, you will be working on your weapon skills with Jamie.
Before Tareth gets a chance to process what his father just said, WHACK!!! Jamie smacks Tareth from behind, laughing so hard that he has to catch his breath. Jamie, still laughing tosses a sword to Tareth and quickly launches into an attack. Dess, frowning at Jamie's lack of discipline wondering if trusting Jamie to anything is a mistake, turns and leaves.
(OOC: Tareth will have Weapon Focus: Greatsword)
DeleteTareth is displeased at having been whacked, but finds it difficult to become enraged by it. With the same bored expression and a bit of muttering concerning the depravity of his company, through sheer muscle memory and habit formed by his training Tareth picks up the training blade with both hands and begins fighting back with the proficiency that his Father's dedication had brought about.
(Tareth has always been adamant about wielding a greatsword due to a story he was once told by Boris as a boy about a great battlemage of old who wielded the same type of weapon. Tareth did not know whether the tale was true, but he had always been fascinated by magic. Part of the reason he felt that his life was so detestable was due to his father's insistence that he focus on training his body rather than his mind.)
"Jamie," he says between blows "Do you never tire of swinging swords around and being so erm... crass?"
Jamie: Do elves have pointy ears? Of course I do. In case you haven't noticed, I'M A FARMER.
DeleteJamie stops training and looks serious.
Jamie: Learn the basics of combat, it doesn't matter what you use, sword, fists, or arrows...whatever, so you won't be a slave to anyone! Your father may be a stupid hard ass, but he's right in making sure you train. Now SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Jamie takes hard but a little clumsy swing at Tareth, which he blocks easily. Jamie stops again and shakes his head. Your a natural kid it would be a shame if you became some stupid fucking archaeology.
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ReplyDeleteName: Acora Maddox
Class: Paladin
Parents: Jamie and Tanith Maddox
Description: Of an average height and stocky build, Acora would have made a good soldier, had he been born elsewhere. On the farm, he puts his strength to work as a plowboy. While procificient with all sorts of weaponry, Acora would much rather use his talents to help anyone he can.
History: Acora has never held any real fondness for his parents, though his feelings couldn't be described as animosity, either. Due to the communal nature of the farm and his close friendship with the children of Boris and Mary Shorum, he has always looked up to them, almost to the point of seeing them as surrogates for his parents. Because of this, he has quietly attempted to learn Boris' trade, watching over his shoulder whenever the opportunity arises.
Also, he's human.
DeleteMary: Boris, what are you doing?
DeleteBoris:Its just a little something for Acora, he'll make a fine Knight some day. Sometimes I wish I had sought out another knight to serve after Lord Nimorran died. *Sigh*
Mary: Aren't you happy? I know I am...
Boris: Of course I'm happy. It's a good life, and though we have no children of our own, I feel we have done right by the children here. They are good kids, and I'm excited *looks a little sad* for them to be making their own way in the world. Anyway, A noble knight needs noble gear *holds up a nice new sword*.
Mary: *Smiles and kisses Boris on the cheek while giving him a little hug*
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ReplyDeleteName: Elan Rann
Class: Monk
Race: Human
Parent(s): Dess Rann
Description: Larger and more muscular than his gloomy brother Tareth as a result of the dedication to his father's extensive training. Has learned over the years that fists solve problems quicker than words and more honorably than steel.
History: Elan has always had great respect for his father and strives to make him proud in every way. This has led to Elan being usually described as the "favored son" by those on the farm, as well as shamelessly by his father. Elan, while not understanding his brother's strange ways, has never ridiculed him for them, but prefers to instead treat him casually and without much interaction making their relationship somewhat lacking.
Dess: *Writes a note, and seals it* Elan! Come here, I have a task for you...
ReplyDeleteConner: *Stands at the trail leading north into the swamp. looking northward Connor has a worried look on his face. A crow appears in the sky circling down, lands it on Connors shoulder. He detaches a note from the crows leg, reads it and places it in his pocket, then removes his own paper and writes.* "Water levels are rising everyday now. The entire trail to the old mine is flooded. I will travel further into the new swamplands in a few days after I gather supplies for the trip. I have an uneasy feeling about this trip, I can't put my finger on it, but something seems wrong. Any more reports of goblins near Divytown?"
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ReplyDeleteName: Madalynn Gryffhooke
Class: Rogue
Parents: Chrissy and Robert Gryffhooke (Deceased)
Description: A small, tan halfling girl of 12 with bright green eyes which brighten her innocent face--now stained with mud and tears, for she was recently orphaned by the goblin horde. She is thin. Clearly too thin for a girl her age, for she hasn't eaten in days, and is forced to fend for herself. But with no adults to look after her, her instincts force her to resort to theft.
History: Madalynn was the pride and joy of her loving parents, Chrissy and Robert. The three of them were sharecroppers on a larger farm and were able to eek out a simple living. She worked hard, and was well loved by both her parents and their landlord. On the night that the goblins attacked, she witnessed her parents being torn limb from limb by one of the ugly green beasts. Madalynn survived because she hid inside her footlocker, which the goblin failed to loot. The few who were not slaughtered fled to the north, but little Madalynn remained in the footlocker for 2 days, terrified that she, too would be murdered. When she emerged, she found herself totally alone in her village. She was stricken with grief, now that all she knew and loved was destroyed, but she knew she couldn't say there. She scavenged whatever food she could from the farm and headed south. After days of travel, she learned how to hide and hunt, and scavenged various villages which had also been ransacked. She found it very odd, and extremely eerie that all of the villages she passed through were completely empty. She has not seen a single soul since the day before the attack, until she came across this refugee camp in the woods.
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ReplyDeleteMadalynn (to herself): Finally! Food.
*Madalynn approaches a tent where four refugees slumber. The glow from the coals of the campfire illuminate the night just enough for her to find their supply of food*
Madalynn (Whispering): "I'm so sorry, boys, but a girl has got to eat," She says as she picks up a loaf of bread and begins to chow down ravenously. Within seconds the loaf is completely devoured--not a crumb is wasted.
"Oh my GOD it's been so long," she hastily snatches a canteen and washes down the bread. Water drips from her lips, and with the now empty canteen still in hand, she collapses in exhaustion and sleeps next to another resting refugee. A greatsword lies on the other side of the man.
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ReplyDeleteName: Lila Rayne
Class: Ranger
Race: Half Elf
Parent(s): Unknown
Description: She is a young woman of the age of 21. Her eyes shine silver, made brighter by the paleness of her skin and her short jet black hair. She has a small slender build yet she was as tall as any human male. Very little about her physical appearance makes her stand out in the crowd, especially when she chooses to remain unseen. She is very quiet and typically keeps to herself, content with simply watching the world around her.
History: She has no memory of her parents or her life before Connor Silverkin and his rangers. She has been told that she was found on one of Connor's scouting missions, a young elf child barely able to walk on her own, wrapped in nothing but leaves with only what he assumed was her name etched in the wood of a tree to identify her. Since then Connor kept her secret to anyone outside of his most trusted rangers, as to keep her safe as he raised her. In his frequent visits to the farm, he would leave her, only to bring her back the best food she had ever tasted--none other than Aunt Pol's cooking. After each trip he told her stories of all the people on the farm, the odd tasks he performed, the lessons and training the children went though, and even of old Bess. She always hung on each word of every tale, her silver eyes shining in a childlike wonder. Although Connor never let her call him father, he protected her as if she were his own blood. Once when she was 15 she had asked why she could not go to the farm with him and he simply replied "Everyone has their secrets, and you are mine. Soon, though, you shall meant them." Within the year, Connor's presence in her life lessened until she slowly realized that she must follow in his footsteps in order to keep him close. At the age of 18 she decided to run away and train on her own to become the best ranger she could. She swore she would only come home when she was skilled enough to impress the only being she trusted, so that his heart would fill him with enough pride so that she may finally join him on his trips to the farm. Her training was interrupted though by the single letter she had received from Connor since she had left, asking for her help and telling her to meet him at the old town they used to visit together when she was still young--what is now know as the refugee camp Cross River.
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ReplyDeleteLila entered Cross River just as the sun was setting. She walked casually, but the hood of her of her cloak was pulled up, the cowl covering her face and her constantly moving eyes, which scanned and studied every aspect of the area and all the people around her. She quickly noticed the nearest inn, and knowing this would be the best place to find Connor.
Upon entering the inn's tavern, she quickly scouted the room, searching for that oh so familiar face, but she noticed nothing. Instead she decided to wait, so she settled in the darkest most secluded table, setting her long bow to the side of the chair, and waited. She kept her hood up, allowing her to naturally scan the room, eyes constantly moving while her body remained relaxed and unmoving. Despite her attentiveness, she was still startled by the voice of the waitress.
WAITRESS: Would you like something sir *said flirtatiously, yet she stuttered when Lila lowered her hood and stared directly at the woman with intense stormy silver eyes* Ma'am, my apologies.
LILA: *she scanned the room, seeing a small woman with a glass of wine and pointed* That.
WAITRESS: *seeing the wine she nodded* Any specific type? Red or white?
LILA: Best
WAITRESS: *slightly confused she begins to open her mouth for clarification, but she notices Lila's tension and assumes her uncomfortable air to be mere annoyance, so she decided just to find something herself*
Lila, sighing with relief continued to scan the room. Once the waitress returned with her drink she took it silently and handed her a small payment, not bothering to count it out and sending her away before she could return her change, doing all that she could to avoid more social contact.
As the evening went on, her glass long emptied, she began to loose hope. Suddenly she noticed an odd trio across the tavern. Something seemed familiar about them. She focused on the group, catching bits of their conversation. Suddenly she heard his name... These men knew Connor. Her eyes widened in shock as she moved instantly to stand as a natural instinct, making her bow clatter to the ground. She froze at the sound, simply standing and clearly staring at the trio, but she could not move.