D&D 4e, The Nentir Chronicles

[MrPlasmaCosmos]

I will be DMing a series of campaigns, based in D&D 4e. Players are encouraged to play for fun, not to win. This mean gamebreaking and metagaming will be against the rules and will result in a thread and game kick. Players are welcome to use any playable 4e race (not monster npc races such as duergar). Kender are halflings... nuff said. And there are 4 homebrew races available for use. All classes are available as well.  

[Isis of Magic]

Alright,

I will start first. I will be playing Despair, the Tiefling Warlock. She is very much a loner and had gone out in large adventuring groups before, but hopes to find a new crew. She rarely discusses much about her life before her time as an adventurer. For some reason though, she is constantly looking for enough money for something.

I will have a pic and some stats soon (in a couple of days, maybe Sunday). I need to redo my character sheet (Despair was a level 2, so I am just restarting her. So...come at me, Bro!) and then I will link to it, just so anyone who is confused about anything can see it and ask questions!

Isis  

[snipeknight77]

Okay, I guess I'm up next. I'll be playing Tradak Orwa, a half-elf cleric. He's spent years learning how to truly serve the will of Kord, and has finally struck out to learn his place in the eyes of his God. He has never worked with group, but his friendly nature and love of others has always made it easy for him to get along with others well.

Pic will be a long time coming, but his character sheet is done, as far as I know, and if anyone has any questions for me, just let me know.  

[YaIIah]

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[MrPlasmaCosmos]

The rain poured down outside and it could easily be heard battering the roof of the old inn and tavern.

Granthrim Irongut, the gruff dwarf patron of the meager Sly Toads Tap House, was busy nailing boards to the ceiling here and there. He was a bit wobbly from a drinking contest one of his patrons had challenged him too a few hours ago. No one beats "Old Irongut" in a drinking contest.

The atmosphere was rather low. The inside of the bar wasn't meant for fancy people, it was just a bar. Inside a few commoners and merchants twiddled their thumbs and drank their ale. A lone man in hide armor sat at the end of the bar a sword at his side. Like a few of the others he was drying off from the outside rain.  

[I Am Bernie]

OOC: I'm going to be playing Lars, the Eladrin Wizard. His past is shrouded in secrecy, and he keeps to himself unless directly confronted. He does what suits his own purposes, and only sees morality as a subjective and slippery thing used to keep a balance.

A traveller opened the door of the bar, the sound of the rain outside like a drum roll on the roof suddenly becoming clear as droplets splashed in from outside. He walked in like a ghost, seeming weightless. He was drenched. The hood of his dark blue cloak covered his face, but pointed ears could be made out, and his mouth sat seriously in a flat line. Long silver strands of hair fell lazily over his torso. They were thin, like streams that had almost dried up.

He moved over to the counter of the bar.
"Barkeep, might you have some drink for a weary wanderer? The rain has me frozen. Something strong would surely warm me up." he said delicately, still not quite revealing his face in full.  

[MrPlasmaCosmos]

"Aye ~urp* I do." Granthrim says stepping down from his ladder cautiously. "Mia, would you please be a dear and get him some o' the Drifter Draft, the fine stuff."

A kind looking server quickly nods with a smile and heads to the back room.

"Welcome to the Sly Toad. I'd like ter be formal with yer, but with yer hood and my drunkedness ~urp* I wouldn't be able to tell." Granthrim laughs heartily.  

[I Am Bernie]

"I'm most pleased to make your acquaintance." The traveller said.

As the server, Mia put the drink upon the counter, he nodded politely, with a faint but somewhat cool smile.

"Thank you, m'lday."

He threw off his hood, revealing a thin, even face. His silver hair fell down his back. His eyes were purple, and pupil-less, looking clouded. It was hard to read his expression.

"I'm sorry for seeming so uptight, m'lord. You can call me Lars."

He put a gold piece on the counter, and took the drink, turning his back to the bench.

"I would love to stay and chat, but I'm quite weary. I feel I shall go and sit on my own for a time to gather my energy."

He walked to the corner of the tap house, resting his drink on a table and taking a seat. He sipped his drink broodingly as he looked upon the quiet peacefulness of the bar.  

[Isis of Magic]

Here's my sheet! smile
http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=665730  

[Isis of Magic]

A cloaked figure steps into the tavern, and walks over to the bar. She removes the hood, and waits for the bartender to walk over to get her order. She sits down on a stool, and surveys the tavern, hoping to be unrecognized, at least until she meets with the others.  

[MrPlasmaCosmos]

Isis of Magic

Granthrim wanders over to the newcomer at the bar.

"MORADINS HAMMER! A DDDDDEVIL!" he said almost immediately losing his inebriation and falling over. "What do ye want with MY soul?"

(Please note this is not to offend, I am playing of of the Tiefling fluff from 4e. Please don't take this hurtfully.)  

[Isis of Magic]

MrPlasmaCosmos

Isis of Magic

Granthrim wanders over to the newcomer at the bar.

"MORADINS HAMMER! A DDDDDEVIL!" he said almost immediately losing his inebriation and falling over. "What do ye want with MY soul?"

(Please note this is not to offend, I am playing of of the Tiefling fluff from 4e. Please don't take this hurtfully.)

(I won't! smile Races in D&D all have their quirks and odd racism. Heck, if you are dragonborn, then we, as races, don't get along.)

Despair looks at him. "I'm no devil sir, but if you want me to take your soul, then I can surely arrange that." She shifts in the stool and smiles at him, hoping to scare him off.

"Drunkard." Despair whispers under her breath. "well, what do you have here for food and drink?"