tehOriman wrote:I've already theorycrafted a stealth rogue, so that's all me.
Thret wrote:Those stats are acceptable Rolo. Half Elves and Elves are not playable in this world however. Elves are seen as savages that are confined to Mirent. Elves don't interact well with other races here.
Thret wrote:Surgeon, before you allocate all of your ability scores your rolls are actually: 13, 14, 11, 15, 9, 9. I love the backstory too!
As far as government in Tiros goes, think Rome under Cesar or Nero crossed with Germany under Hitler. Which I guess just means Rome under Cesar and Nero. They are a republic but the republic is led by a single commander who decides where the country should go, what the priorities are, etc. The Republic Commander is voted on by the people but serves until death. Tiros has a very strong idea of what proper magic is and what proper people should do and such. Each town does have a mayor to establish administration, collect taxes, keep the peace but this mayor works very closely with the central government in Laplace to make sure nobody gets out of line. If you fall outside of these proper ideals then at best you would be snubbed, at worst murdered.
I was born to my mother in a small Rhukan village near Stonespire in the Skyclaw Mountains. I have never met my father. My mother faced ridicule and disdain when her village found out that she was giving birth to a tiefling and ended up forcing her out. A man named Enebish followed my mother as she was cast out. He followed her not out of pity, but because he saw the vulnerable position she was in. He was a coward who manipulated and abused the few he could. He bore my mother a human son, my brother Sunnat.
We wondered through the Skyclaw Mountains for years, unable to find a place that would allow us to call it home. We eventually settled on the border of the Rhub'A'Hal Desert to the west of Boulder Bulge. I was forced by my father to travel into the caves of the desert to use my earthen spells to mine and extract valuable minerals and ores. We lived off of my work. My brother was allowed an easy existence, spending most of his time studying indoors. I was made to withstand the elements for all but a few hours a week that I could sneak into the house when Enebish and Sunnat would go into the city to barter away the minerals for food and supplies. My mother would cry embracing me during those few hours. When the two returned from the city, I would be evicted from the house by Enebish, yelling out angrily about his "curse of a step-daughter."
One week Enebish and Sunnat returned from the city with a third person. This girl had taken an interest in Sunnat and Enebish granted him permission to bring her home for the week. Enebish locked me in the basement for that entire week and told me not to disgrace my brother for once. When the girl was returned to the city, Enebish finally let me out. I yelled at him, infuriated. He escalated it, striking me across the face for speaking to him in such a manner. I lost it. Without thinking, I spit acid in Enebish's face, immediately causing severe damage, his flesh oozing. I fled.
I became a vagrant after that. I performed petty crimes to keep fed as I wandered the countryside. Eventually I settled on a location in The Narrows, just off the southern bank of the [something lake]. I again took to mining and mineral extraction as a way to support myself, this time in swampy caverns. I would periodically barter in Seaspit Port with these materials. I eventually developed ties in the port city that led me to mercenary work, which I have been doing for the last thirty years of my life. I have sought the life of adventure for the money, the escape, the excitement, and the minuscule opportunity that it will lead me to my father. I consider him the root of all my misfortune. I intend to pay back the misfortune to him a hundredfold, and then look for and return to my mother, asking for forgiveness and offering her this act of catharsis for the both of us.
Thret wrote:Just so everyone is on the same page; we're gonna be starting on Sunday March 10th at 7PM EST
tehOriman wrote:Thret wrote:Just so everyone is on the same page; we're gonna be starting on Sunday March 10th at 7PM EDT
FTFY
I was born way out on the island of Lyr. The Mactavion family was amongst the original merchants that went out east along the Bite to set up trade routes. We've always been good with people and our money. My father is a smart trader and a good businessman. He liked to take me all over Lereem so I could see the world as you traded and worked. My mother has never liked traveling as much as my father and I and tends to stay in the city. She's a good trader as well, but her real talent is with people. I swear, she could talk a man's pants off him and the thought of sex would never cross his mind. My father always said she picked him, and he had no choice but to marry her.
I guess I got a little bit of both of them. I've never had much interest in money, but I've always been good with it, and people seem to like to talk with me. I never really had an interest in getting into the family business, though. Thankfully there's siblings for that (my brother's doing quite well for himself selling Orkish ships in the south). Personally, I'm a healer. It all started when I was 16, during what many in Lyr still call "The Great Lurgy". A plague hit the city, and for months many traders and sailors weren't leaving the city for fear of spreading the sickness to other ports. That, of course, had the adverse affect of keeping it all in the City. That's when I first met the Clerics. Pious men from all over Lereem came to the city bringing healing and magic to fight the sickness. Although the plague took many lives, their intervention stopped it from becoming a full on disaster.
And that's when I decided to become a healer like them. I immediately attached myself to a small group of Clerics that called themselves the Pantheists. They chose not to worship any of the gods in particular, believing that over-piety created a duality in the world that cause clashes between good and evil. As they came through my part of the city, I traveled with them and offered to help in any way. They happily accepted and taught me skills that could save lives, even without magic. When the plague hit my father and two of my sisters, they came to our aid and comfort. That always stuck with me. Long after the plague had worn off and most of the Clerics had left, I decided that that was the kind of person I wanted to be. My father helped me seek the Pantheists out. By this point I was 18, and I think he was just happy that I was getting out of the house. They took me in and trained me in their ways, teaching me how to fight to protect myself, and how to channel divine energy into powerful spells of healing, and hurting.
After that I just sort of went off on my own. Like I said, I traveled a lot growing up with my father, and I found I truly enjoyed that. First I went back to Lyr to visit my family, and then I went back to the mainland. I've been all over Lereem since, traveling around and offering my services in different towns, villages and cities. I've spent time with different armies and in the mines helping sick workers. I even spent a few months on the sea, going to different ships to help sick crews. Like I said, I've never cared too much for money, so I try to leave a simple lifestyle. Ok, sure, I bought some nice armor and a good, solid mace, but a man has to protect himself, doesn't he?
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