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Post by The Dungeon Master on Jun 1, 2019 8:11:43 GMT -6
 Vulmir I was an outsider when I was born. I was viewed with suspicion among my kind for having pale skin and red eyes. Luckily I was raised by parents who loved me in spite of my appearance. In the Stone Forest in the kingdom of Renalse I became an outsider again. The humans came and drove us away from our homes and to the north. After a perilous journey we joined with our Emerald cousins in the northlands. Feeling helpless at my fate I decided to train with the males. I became skilled with sword and bow. I hunted and provided for my family. For a time life was good. Then came a day when I was hunting and an elven noble wanted me to give up my kill. When I declined he swore I would pay for denying him. I panicked and shot him in the back as he was leaving. My aim was true and he died. Knowing my presence would cause my parents trouble I waited until night fell. I packed up my possessions, kissed my sleeping mother Clarissa and my father Cligain and departed. I hope my troubles never find them. |
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Post by The Dungeon Master on Jun 1, 2019 8:18:40 GMT -6
 Name- Garet Fighter Never the smartest or most wise, but always the strongest and fastest among his peers. Family always had him moving the heavy furniture and doing the most stressful choirs. Chose to leave home and enlist in the local militia. Favorite weapons- Spear and short sword Leans towards a medium shield. (Will work up to hide armor) Mother- Doria Father- Mason No living siblings |
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Post by The Dungeon Master on Jun 1, 2019 8:21:37 GMT -6
 Ein I remember a time when things were simple. I listened to my father, Josiek, and to my mother Annasopia and worked the fields. We grew something called northern hash. It was founded and named after my grandfather. Our family has spent 3 generations building up 15 acers of farmland for it, but it never interested me much. I preferred to go hunt for extra food but was never any good at it. I did learn something good from my hunting expeditions. I learned how to steady my breathing after long spouts of running. I figured out how to not over exert myself. I would go into the town center and talk to the passersbys. After a while of watching and listening I could pick out which coat of arms belong to who. I would listen to the elder and take time to know where the religions came from. I remember these days, but that was when I was younger. It changed when I went on one of my hunting trips. I was following a deer I had wounded. I caught up with it and found it had been eaten. I heard a growl and went for my sword, but I was too late. The bear raked across my back, I fell forward and rolled to face it. It came to bite me, but strangely it did not break my skin. I scrabbled away and it raked at me again, but as its claw hit me I could not feel it rip into me. My skin was hard as steel, I knew not how it happened simply that it did. I fought the ferocious beast I grabbed him and wished that it would keel over. The bear suddenly roared out as if it exploded in pain and did just as I hoped. I didn’t wait to figure out what happened and I took off. Eventually I made my way to the farm where my brother found me. He rushed to me to lend aid. He touched me and then something weird began to happen. My wound began to heal and I felt better. As I healed I could see my brother worsen, as if he was giving me his life. I go to lay a hand on him when I notice I didn’t drop my sword. Hell I don’t even have a hand it appears that my hand and sword are one. Then it all faded, I felt drained and tired. After recuperating I began studying these abilities. I studied with my brother sometimes. I figured out how to control these abilities, how to harness these powers. Who knows I may find new ones, but only time will tell… |
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Post by The Dungeon Master on Jun 1, 2019 8:22:10 GMT -6
 Zero Background for Zero Bosch 6/2019 Josiek (Jo) and Annasopia (Anna) Bosch lived in on the outskirts of the small village of Newstone. It was a quaint little village surrounded by rich farmland. Jo was a farmer as was his father before him. The best part of the farm is the 15 acres of northern hash, named by my grandfather, a plant that makes stews taste 10 times better if that’s possible. Something about the local water that these plants are hydrated with gives them an enriched seasoning taste. Not an expensive plant but hard to grow. Over the last 2 decades my family has been able to buy up all of this area that is best for growing the northern hash. Once per month during the growing season our family takes 2 wagon loads to the Lankmar market where we sell it to a local shop. The trip normally takes a week round trip with time to look around the vast city of Lankmar. The growing and selling of the northern hash has been good to my family as we now have 6 drying barns and a modest house with Anna’s vegetable garden and several farm animals as to be found on all local farms in the region. One winter night after a long summer pregnancy Anna gave birth to a pair of boys. The family felt blessed with this birth as now it was certain the Bosch name and the farm would continue far into the next decade. Their names would be Ein and Zero. Ein seemed to be a fussy baby and Zero seemed to always be at peace and calm. As the two boys grew up they were never apart. Almost as if they knew where the other one was and seemed to like the same things. At age 14 the changes became apparent. Ein liked to hunt and explore dangerous places in the woods or near the river while Zero was learning about herbs and growing things with Anna and Jo. On one of Ein’s hunting trips he was attacked by a bear and somehow was not killed, in fact he killed the bear. Something that he should not have been able to do. At the time of the attack as if there was a voice in Zero’s head, he felt that there was something wrong with his brother Ein and rushed outside to find his brother wounded and trying to walk back to the house. Zero helped him inside and to his bed where he started looking at the severity of the wounds, they were not that bad but while cleaning the wounded area Zero felt this surge of life start to leave his body and at the same time Ein’s wounds seemed to be healing right in front of him. This made Zero weak but after a few days of rest he and his brother were both back to normal. They shared the story with their parents, and all decided to keep it in the family that this kind of stuff could bring unwanted trouble to their farmland. Over the next few years they found they had additional abilities that proved useful to the family. They were always warned not to use these abilities when ever they accompanied their parents to Lankmar. But that’s another story…….. |
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