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Post by Zenios on Dec 23, 2013 0:15:02 GMT -5
I guess I either accidentally deleted the first thread or did it in my sleep. So let's get some kind of interest check thing for people interested in a fantasy RP in the Forgotten Realms universe going!
Anybody have any half-decent plot ideas? All the ones I can think of right now are super vague and totally uninteresting.
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Post by Stelpher on Dec 23, 2013 0:52:42 GMT -5
I'm in if you'll have me. As for plot ideas, in the spirit of D&D, we should just make it up as we go.
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Post by ShockHelix on Dec 23, 2013 1:35:16 GMT -5
I was considering some plots, but I actually kind of like the idea of just starting as some completely unskilled, unblooded, unadventurous youths who live in a small town in which chaos strikes.
You know, in the spirits of basically the start of every forgotten realms game ever made. Especially NwN2
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Post by ThreeDawg on Dec 23, 2013 7:41:18 GMT -5
I agree.
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Post by The Lost Traveler on Dec 24, 2013 1:11:47 GMT -5
I'm not so sure how the HalfOrc idea I was throwing around would fit in that scenario. Of course, I don't mind coming up with something new to fit the campaign.
Then again ... he could be part of the trouble that hits the town. Perhaps that orc clan he's hunting ends up raiding the town?
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Post by ShockHelix on Dec 24, 2013 4:34:00 GMT -5
Oh no, TLT, this isn't the D&D campaign we were talking about. This is for a forgotten realms roleplay. No sheets or anything, just characters. Just like the other freeforms.
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Post by ShockHelix on Dec 24, 2013 4:44:31 GMT -5
So, as for character profiles, do we really need all that much? I was thinking maybe on age between 18-21, so they haven't had much time to experience or get truly skilled in anything. Like a level 0 almost xD
We'd want the basic info of course, then maybe a section for 'skills' they've picked up, if you're all good with them starting out sucking at everything. Like if someone knows black smithing from working with their father in the town or something. Cooking, hunting, very limited magic use. Like just level 0 spells. If prefer it if there was no actual combat experience at all, except maybe like a bar brawl or something like the fights at the harvest in nwn2. Just a boring town where nothing ever happens.
I'm not sure how much we'd actually require on history. I we're all from the same town, we'd need to know each other and have something to do with that in there, so it Should probably need to be more vague, just like an overlay of what they did in town and who their relations are, nothing else about what they like or their personality or anything. Or maybe not, what do you guys think?
Oh and zen and I were talking about a timeline and he suggested post time of troubles/spell plague, which I think is a good idea cause we can pull fallout from bth the events into RP if we want for some kind of chaos.
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Post by ThreeDawg on Dec 24, 2013 6:48:36 GMT -5
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Post by The Lost Traveler on Dec 24, 2013 14:25:16 GMT -5
Oh. I jumped the gun a bit. Well, just roleplaying in freeform means I don't need to learn a whole slew of new rules, through I'll probably do some research when making my character.
Consider me in.
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Post by GuardsGhost on Dec 24, 2013 22:23:11 GMT -5
I'm in
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Post by Zenios on Dec 24, 2013 22:41:08 GMT -5
Roan's Field is a small, secluded village in the Spine of the World, a few days' travel by horse from the dwarven city of Mirabar. It's an exclusively human village, without much contact with the outside world. Maybe a hundred people. Small place.
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Race: (I think we'd prefer if you were human because of the secluded nature of Roan's Field c:)
Age: (I think we'd prefer young adults. Late teens, early twenties.)
Appearance:
Profession: (Farmer, hunter, cleric, mage, whudeva. We're looking for youths and apprentices and stuff because this is a classic start to a classic setting.
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Post by ThreeDawg on Dec 24, 2013 23:05:40 GMT -5
Name: Elane [Eh-lain] (Elle, Ela) Riverblood Race: Human Age: 19 Appearance: Elane is a blooming young woman, rich brown hair frames soft skin and brown-green eyes set into a round face. The pure look in her eyes is betrayed by a pleasantly mischievous grin that has gotten her into more than one spot of trouble when she couldn't keep a straight face. She wears a simple linen dress and brown leather boots most days, which fits nicely around her frame and almost seems to blend her into the crowd. Her give away is usually her hair, gently flowing down her back, curling as it descends like the ebb and flow of the Mirar river. (Was watching Les Miserables and realised the character I had described looked pretty much like Eponine, if a little bit younger and more 'ample' than the actor playing her. So yeah, visual help for ya! Basically that hair, right there.) Profession: As the youngest child of two in the Riverblood family, Elane isn't groomed for success as much as her older brother. Both siblings have worked in the Riverblood Inn (a family venture, owned by her mother, and her father before her, and his, etc). Elane is experienced in dealing with guests and visitors, cooking up food in the kitchens and bartering for good deals with the staff of Butcher Pete's and Hugo's Veg and Wheat. She's also a dab hand at cleaning up, and 'finding' things while she's cleaning (often rowdy) guests rooms. As with most bar staff, she's occustomed to seeing drunken brawls, and has picked a thing or two up about kicking people out of her establishment by watching (and helping) her brother, cousin and father. |
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Post by ShockHelix on Dec 25, 2013 14:13:25 GMT -5
Name: Hurrin Fallstrike
Race: Human
Age: 19
Appearance: Hurrin is of medium height and 5'9", and weighs about 160 lbs. He is wiry and has long limbs, with black hairs and brown eyes. He is fairly attractive, and has strong muscles from swinging and axe and time spent in the forest. His hair is cropped short, and he often wears a wide brimmed hat. He ha a worn green cloak, and usually wears a tanned white long sleeve shirt and normal pantaloons.
Profession: Hurrin's father is a lumberjack, so on occasion he'll help his father with gathering wood. He has a large family, and will often help one of his older brothers hunt for food, so he has gained some skill with his Roan Longbow. Aside from that he has an affinity for trouble and will usually be the cause of any pranks around town. Lastly, he enjoys gambling, as he seems to have an uncanny amount of luck, and can often be found dicing, playing cards, and making bets.
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Post by The Lost Traveler on Dec 25, 2013 15:01:47 GMT -5
Name: Thorak Gisdon
Race: Human
Age: 17
Appearance: Thorak has a small frame, a fact that he has hated through most of his childhood. In fact, he was so small as a child that the mystery of who his mother could be started some rumors of him being a dwarven child from the city of Mirabar that his father somehow found - perhaps out in the woods while hunting. Eventually, he grew up enough to put those rumors to rest but it was enough for him to be picked on by some local bullies - though that has lessened recently with the bullies being a bit more cautious due to the muscle he's gained from his long treks through the woods.
Outside of his height, he also has shaggy black hair which he tries to keep trim with his hunting knife. He wears some basic leather armor for protection against the elements and whatever danger may lay in the Lurkwood Forest. Over the back of this armor is where he straps on his Roan Longbow, which doubles as a walking stick when unstrung. Lastly, the most distinguishable part of him are the two noticeable burn scars on his hands which he keeps covered by gloves. He got them when he and his father's cabin got burned down in the woods by a wildfire. Thorak tried to save his father, who was trapped under some burning rubble, but couldn't make it. Now an orphan and homeless he is able to stay at the Riverblood Inn in exchange for going out to hunt to put fresh food on the table.
Profession: Hunter
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Post by Zenios on Dec 25, 2013 19:29:28 GMT -5
Name: Rayvor Donnew
Race: Human
Age: Eighteen years
Appearance: Looking at Rayvor, it's almost immediately clear that he spends quite a bit of time in the field. He's a rangy young lad, standing a hair over six feet and weighing around a hundred seventy pounds, callus-handed and bearing a healthy dose of farmer's tan. Long, wavy, light brown hair frames a pair of slightly darker eyes and relatively rounded features, a mouth often curled in at least half a smile. As far as clothes go, Rayvor prefers simpler garments. For a top, he often dons a tunic or shirt with long sleeves, these frequently pulled up to his elbows to show off well-defined forearms. Rayvor also favors a pair of breeches or leggings tucked into an old, work-worn pair of leather boots. He possesses a dirt-brown hooded cloak and a similarly colored jacket, but ordinarily only wears them to compensate for the elements.
Profession: Rayvor was raised to be a farmer, as was his father, and as was his father before him He's spent some time in the local temple of Lathander of late at his father's request, though, to broaden his horizons. As a result, Rayvor also has some basic knowledge of the healing arts - though the magic, the prayers, mostly remain a mystery to him. He's a strong young lad, one who used to play with sticks as though they were swords. He never really stopped doing that when he graduated from sticks to pitchforks and hoes even if he went from playing with other children to swinging only at air. Without any official training or even having been in a brawl in recent memory, he can hardly claim to be any kind of fighter at all, but his trusty pitchfork is a familiar and comfortable weight in his hands either way.
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