Waverly:
His background is a mystery, even for himself. He can remember nothing prior to his relationship with his only friend, and mentor, Midia. She had taken him in, presumably an orphan, to help her with some dark plans she had set in motion. Waverly never knew what she had planned; she had promised to tell, but circumstance made that impossible. Waverly remembers clearly the evening she summoned the demon: she had hoped to learn something; but the demon was more powerful than either had guessed. He still remembers her beautiful pale face, but his eyes are often drawn to the sight of her ruined throat… Why did the demon not claim him as well?
Waverly would be quite happy to be an ordinary rouge, but his monstrous power prevents him from being anything ordinary. He carries with him Midia's memory and a penchant for getting out of trouble by causing more trouble. His night-black hair, emerald green elven eyes, and his knack for becoming involved with the most unwise plans always insure that he never escapes attention.
Roleplaying In Atkathla
Omar left the Planar Sphere and headed down towards the Copper Coronet. He was thinking about what Ubik had said just a while ago. A vague but promising story about adventure and treasure. Yeah,right!Promising my foot! Spellcasters of Ubik's status are known for their selfishness."Most likely
he wants something but can't get it himself! And what with all those others (his associates probably) that were gathered in that Sphere, that something must be pretty big!"
"Ahh hell! I don't care if he is just using me! For what I have done in good old Menzoberranzan Lloth will surely have my head someday; I am doomed so it's better to have some fun in my remaining life...!"
With that in mind he entered the Copper Coronet and headed straight to his room he had rented earlier. (Of course he makes sure that nobody recognizes him being a Drow by remaining heavily cloaked!)
When he entered his room he took his most prized possession out of his pocket (after locking the door of course...):
---Omar uses figurine of pleasures three times.
---Nymphs:"Yes master?"
---Omar:"I am in dire need today so let us begin immediately."
---Nymphs:"Of course,master!"
Off Note
I have yet to figure out how I got to know Ubik. My figurine is unusable by anyone else!
he wants something but can't get it himself! And what with all those others (his associates probably) that were gathered in that Sphere, that something must be pretty big!"
"Ahh hell! I don't care if he is just using me! For what I have done in good old Menzoberranzan Lloth will surely have my head someday; I am doomed so it's better to have some fun in my remaining life...!"
With that in mind he entered the Copper Coronet and headed straight to his room he had rented earlier. (Of course he makes sure that nobody recognizes him being a Drow by remaining heavily cloaked!)
When he entered his room he took his most prized possession out of his pocket (after locking the door of course...):
---Omar uses figurine of pleasures three times.
---Nymphs:"Yes master?"
---Omar:"I am in dire need today so let us begin immediately."
---Nymphs:"Of course,master!"
Off Note
I have yet to figure out how I got to know Ubik. My figurine is unusable by anyone else!
Proud member of the British Commonwealth
nce a dayBit more info: Waverly grunted his thanks to Ubik, and can't help but thinking to repay him he will become immersed another poorly conceived plan. More blood will flow, but as his vision showed him, he is unlikely to meet his end (but keep in mind wisdom is not Waverly's strength.) The vision is that of dagger in his back, he knows the back is his and the hand is that of a woman (Midia's?, could it be?) Comforted by the belief that he is safe for now, and that Midia my be the agent of his release, he leaves to seek company with the harlots near the docks.
Int:18 Wis:10 Str:14 Con:16 Dex:15 Cha:16. Robe of Vecna, ring of wizardry, ring of gaxx, bracers AC1, Amulet AC+2, cloak of mirroring, boots of etherialness, tonfa +3 of mental focus (-2 spell time, immune from mental attack). Mini-red dragon familiar.
Harlot: you are most skilled!
Waverly: this much I know.
Harlot: I cannot charge one such as yourself
Waverly: You flatter, I shall pay you double.
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Int:18 Wis:10 Str:14 Con:16 Dex:15 Cha:16. Robe of Vecna, ring of wizardry, ring of gaxx, bracers AC1, Amulet AC+2, cloak of mirroring, boots of etherialness, tonfa +3 of mental focus (-2 spell time, immune from mental attack). Mini-red dragon familiar.
Harlot: you are most skilled!
Waverly: this much I know.
Harlot: I cannot charge one such as yourself
Waverly: You flatter, I shall pay you double.
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Then darkness took me, and I strayed out of thought and time
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Drakron Du´Dark
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well I have to wait for magus.
but here is my history.
I was born in a small elven village in the High Forest, Born as a Gold elf that is.
My famile decide to join the Retreat when I was only 40, but my family behaver on Evermeet degenerates in to racial conflit with the other elfs, I decided then to join a Bladesinger guild, to get away from my family plans for my "marriage" after some 30 years learning the skills I was force to leave Evermeet mosty because I could not stay away from my Family "plans".
I have travel the land helping the elves as a Bladesinger must do, I have decided to go to Amn to see the way that the "lesser" races always get in to trouble.
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"He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not became a monster... when you gaze long into the abyss the abyss gazes into you..."
Friedrich Nietzsche
but here is my history.
I was born in a small elven village in the High Forest, Born as a Gold elf that is.
My famile decide to join the Retreat when I was only 40, but my family behaver on Evermeet degenerates in to racial conflit with the other elfs, I decided then to join a Bladesinger guild, to get away from my family plans for my "marriage" after some 30 years learning the skills I was force to leave Evermeet mosty because I could not stay away from my Family "plans".
I have travel the land helping the elves as a Bladesinger must do, I have decided to go to Amn to see the way that the "lesser" races always get in to trouble.
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"He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not became a monster... when you gaze long into the abyss the abyss gazes into you..."
Friedrich Nietzsche
- Waterdeep city constrution.
- Shadowdale low level adventure module.
- Rashmare /Thay high level adventure module.
- Shadowdale low level adventure module.
- Rashmare /Thay high level adventure module.
*Seabass' KEEP*
Sometimes when rest and recovery is needed, Seabass turns to his more fierce side and lets the demonic blood in him take over. In this state he succesfully travels to the lair beneath athkatla, where they had found him as an orphan a long time ago. He wasnt sure how he travelled, and since the beast in him took over when he did do it, he would never find out. Every time he journeyed to his keep he would "black out" for a day or so, only to be revived inside of this hive like structure. Once there he was safe, buried many days of travel beneath the streets of athkatla he knew there was no worry of foes that would come. The "keep" had a being inside of it, the lair was totally biological, it looked as though it was a living creature. The very walls of this underground castle could communicate with Seabass through telepathy, It would provide him with vital information , as well as heal him whenever he requested it.... This had become as close to a "home" as Seabass would ever live to see. Here he could conduct experiments, test new spells, keep storage and so on. Whenever desciding to leave the complex, he would simply demand the lair to let him free, and with that another black out would occur. Nomatter what he did he would always awaken in an abandoned house a few miles east of Athkatla city. The keep would also provide Seabass with material it thought would become useful in the near future (health elixirs, spells, antidotes)....
It is said the lair is actually the inside of a dead dragon, in which the souls of Seabass' ancestors live to nourish the current heir of the demonic blood.
With the Lair comes a fiend figurine, which summons a pit fiend, completely loyal to Seabass and his party, once a day.
Sometimes when rest and recovery is needed, Seabass turns to his more fierce side and lets the demonic blood in him take over. In this state he succesfully travels to the lair beneath athkatla, where they had found him as an orphan a long time ago. He wasnt sure how he travelled, and since the beast in him took over when he did do it, he would never find out. Every time he journeyed to his keep he would "black out" for a day or so, only to be revived inside of this hive like structure. Once there he was safe, buried many days of travel beneath the streets of athkatla he knew there was no worry of foes that would come. The "keep" had a being inside of it, the lair was totally biological, it looked as though it was a living creature. The very walls of this underground castle could communicate with Seabass through telepathy, It would provide him with vital information , as well as heal him whenever he requested it.... This had become as close to a "home" as Seabass would ever live to see. Here he could conduct experiments, test new spells, keep storage and so on. Whenever desciding to leave the complex, he would simply demand the lair to let him free, and with that another black out would occur. Nomatter what he did he would always awaken in an abandoned house a few miles east of Athkatla city. The keep would also provide Seabass with material it thought would become useful in the near future (health elixirs, spells, antidotes)....
It is said the lair is actually the inside of a dead dragon, in which the souls of Seabass' ancestors live to nourish the current heir of the demonic blood.
With the Lair comes a fiend figurine, which summons a pit fiend, completely loyal to Seabass and his party, once a day.
Pajas
Omar:With that figurine it would be unlikely that we could ever get you to venture out- and even if we did you would be exhausted 
In addition, everyone in Amn is going to be chasing you trying to take it away.
Warrior: "Gems?! bah.. we go after Omar and his figurine"
Henchmen: "The nymphs shall be ours"
didn't see that last line the first time, you are still going to be exhausted, howerver.
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In addition, everyone in Amn is going to be chasing you trying to take it away.
Warrior: "Gems?! bah.. we go after Omar and his figurine"
Henchmen: "The nymphs shall be ours"
didn't see that last line the first time, you are still going to be exhausted, howerver.
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Then darkness took me, and I strayed out of thought and time
Aegis, startled up from a slumber, looks about the make shift campsite. The fire had long since burnt out, and Tag was standing vigilently at the side of the clearing. Aegis looked towards his dog, noticing Tag was unuaslly tense. He listend closely to the surroundings, hearing the feint humming of a conversation.
He grasped his long sword, Titan Slayer, and crept slowly to the side of the clearing. He quietly pushed one of the branches out of the way to get a better veiw.
As he looked into the darkness in front of him, he could make out two shapes. One of a mage with a staff in his hand. Another of a Elven woman. It was unknown to Aegis that these two were Ubik, and Viconia. He remained hidden in the brush, now wishing he still had his armour on. He leaned closer into the bush, trying to overhear the conversation. Something inside of him told him that the Radiant Heart would want to know this information.
As he leaned closer, he griped the hilt of Titan Slayer tighter. It was then he made a greivous err. As he leaned forward, his knee inadvertantly snapped a twig on the ground. He looked to the two figures as they snapped their heads in his direction. He still remained hidden, but they knew he was there.
He crept back, motioning for Tag to do the same. He stood in the clearing, quietly preparing himself for a conflict with two people. He heard them advance, and steped into a ready position, and awaited the two...
(I'm tossing the ball to here Ubik)
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"We should find more of these.... glues you keep taking about"
"There CLUES"
"Ya ya, whatever. Geez, one letter off, so crucify me!"
Religious ones should get this, if you don't and want to, just ask.
He grasped his long sword, Titan Slayer, and crept slowly to the side of the clearing. He quietly pushed one of the branches out of the way to get a better veiw.
As he looked into the darkness in front of him, he could make out two shapes. One of a mage with a staff in his hand. Another of a Elven woman. It was unknown to Aegis that these two were Ubik, and Viconia. He remained hidden in the brush, now wishing he still had his armour on. He leaned closer into the bush, trying to overhear the conversation. Something inside of him told him that the Radiant Heart would want to know this information.
As he leaned closer, he griped the hilt of Titan Slayer tighter. It was then he made a greivous err. As he leaned forward, his knee inadvertantly snapped a twig on the ground. He looked to the two figures as they snapped their heads in his direction. He still remained hidden, but they knew he was there.
He crept back, motioning for Tag to do the same. He stood in the clearing, quietly preparing himself for a conflict with two people. He heard them advance, and steped into a ready position, and awaited the two...
(I'm tossing the ball to here Ubik)
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"We should find more of these.... glues you keep taking about"
"There CLUES"
"Ya ya, whatever. Geez, one letter off, so crucify me!"
Religious ones should get this, if you don't and want to, just ask.
Well,Waverly,if you want I could summon one nymph for you, that is within my reach! And maybe she could be armed with a dagger-stick-in your-back if you like....
Off note:that figurine has something to do with my exile; the story is a bit sketchy at the moment though.
Off note:that figurine has something to do with my exile; the story is a bit sketchy at the moment though.
Proud member of the British Commonwealth
"What was that noise...!"
"Shhh viconia... yes, someone is there, behind those bushes..."
"Let's get him manling, he should know better than sneaking up on Viconia"
"No, my dark beauty, no. Let us wait. He cannot harm us and there is plenty to be done before we confront our enemies".
"That dog has to die, he..."
"PLEASE Drow, I doubt he knows who we are. Let us go to my ...ehm... place (
) where we can discuss this... whole thing. THEN we shall take our enemies"
"Leaving the battle, manling? Allright, this time we shall do as you say. But don't count on it next time".
Ubik just nodds his head, and then starts casting a teleport spell, to bring them both into the Planar Sphear.
"it is too early for that ****, way too early", he thinks to himself, as he and Viconia vanish.
(now why would you like to waste your life so early, Aegis? Wait and we will get you sooner or later)
"Shhh viconia... yes, someone is there, behind those bushes..."
"Let's get him manling, he should know better than sneaking up on Viconia"
"No, my dark beauty, no. Let us wait. He cannot harm us and there is plenty to be done before we confront our enemies".
"That dog has to die, he..."
"PLEASE Drow, I doubt he knows who we are. Let us go to my ...ehm... place (
) where we can discuss this... whole thing. THEN we shall take our enemies""Leaving the battle, manling? Allright, this time we shall do as you say. But don't count on it next time".
Ubik just nodds his head, and then starts casting a teleport spell, to bring them both into the Planar Sphear.
"it is too early for that ****, way too early", he thinks to himself, as he and Viconia vanish.
(now why would you like to waste your life so early, Aegis? Wait and we will get you sooner or later
)Ubik
Elder God B.P. Pervert
Elder God B.P. Pervert
(Just a bit of intrigue, thats all..)
Waits for a few moments, expecting an attack from the two figures, but none come. He relaxes a bit, and heads to the bush he was spying from. He pushes through it, and looks at the clearing. Nothing. They had vanished.
He goes back to his burnt out fire, and equipment, and gathers them up. He puts his armour, and gauntlets back on, and places the rest in his pouch. He walks by Tag.
"Come boy." He motions for Tag to follow him as the decrept Cavalier begins walking back to Athkatla. "Praelit Keldorn will want to know about this..." He turns to Tag, smiling, almost relieved he did not fight.
The two begin their long trek back to the Radiant Heart, making good time, and arrive their shortly after noon-tide. Aegis immediatly heads to speak with the Praelit about the odd encoutner that night, and to receive further orders...
(Oh well, I was kinda hoping for a bit a scrape, but hey, it'll happen eventually.)
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"We should find more of these.... glues you keep taking about"
"There CLUES"
"Ya ya, whatever. Geez, one letter off, so crucify me!"
Religious ones should get this, if you don't and want to, just ask.
Waits for a few moments, expecting an attack from the two figures, but none come. He relaxes a bit, and heads to the bush he was spying from. He pushes through it, and looks at the clearing. Nothing. They had vanished.
He goes back to his burnt out fire, and equipment, and gathers them up. He puts his armour, and gauntlets back on, and places the rest in his pouch. He walks by Tag.
"Come boy." He motions for Tag to follow him as the decrept Cavalier begins walking back to Athkatla. "Praelit Keldorn will want to know about this..." He turns to Tag, smiling, almost relieved he did not fight.
The two begin their long trek back to the Radiant Heart, making good time, and arrive their shortly after noon-tide. Aegis immediatly heads to speak with the Praelit about the odd encoutner that night, and to receive further orders...
(Oh well, I was kinda hoping for a bit a scrape, but hey, it'll happen eventually.)
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"We should find more of these.... glues you keep taking about"
"There CLUES"
"Ya ya, whatever. Geez, one letter off, so crucify me!"
Religious ones should get this, if you don't and want to, just ask.
Sidenote (to the party of evil): Enough with the orgies! This isn't a fantasy porn thread 
It seems that every (evil) character has their own special sex toy. If you guys are going to do this, at least incorporate it into the story somehow so it isn't completely superfluous (maybe use of the figurine has side-effects, or one might become too attached to one's familiar...)
Sidenote (to Drakron): Actually, the artifact was of my own creation, but if there's one already documented out there, that's even better. I've downloaded Volo's Guide to All Things Magical, so I'll take a look at it and tell you if The Crown of Horns looks good.
The Party of Good (created by the alignments people specified)
Magus (conjurer)
Alienbob? (undead hunter)
Drakron (fighter-mage)
Melosh-tar (fallen cavalier?-that title only applies to paladins, and if he's good, why?)
Aegis (cavalier)
Fallout (barbarian)
Unknowns:
Chrissy (fighter-thief)
Weasel (cavalier)
Craig (fighter-thief)
Both sides welcome additions to their parties. I'll continue my part of the story after I read up on The Crown of Horns.
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Magus, mighty conjurer, and summoner of hordes of...magical flying swords
----And yes, I am magusg, but I got tired of looking at that silly "pick an alternate name" name
It seems that every (evil) character has their own special sex toy. If you guys are going to do this, at least incorporate it into the story somehow so it isn't completely superfluous (maybe use of the figurine has side-effects, or one might become too attached to one's familiar...)Sidenote (to Drakron): Actually, the artifact was of my own creation, but if there's one already documented out there, that's even better. I've downloaded Volo's Guide to All Things Magical, so I'll take a look at it and tell you if The Crown of Horns looks good.
The Party of Good (created by the alignments people specified)
Magus (conjurer)
Alienbob? (undead hunter)
Drakron (fighter-mage)
Melosh-tar (fallen cavalier?-that title only applies to paladins, and if he's good, why?)
Aegis (cavalier)
Fallout (barbarian)
Unknowns:
Chrissy (fighter-thief)
Weasel (cavalier)
Craig (fighter-thief)
Both sides welcome additions to their parties. I'll continue my part of the story after I read up on The Crown of Horns.
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Magus, mighty conjurer, and summoner of hordes of...magical flying swords
----And yes, I am magusg, but I got tired of looking at that silly "pick an alternate name" name
Lost Souls: A bereft lover. A masterless familiar. Friends gone their separate ways. Time marches on, and destiny heralds the meeting of comrades old and new. Can they find what they're seeking? Or will the search bring them only more pain?
Magus, are you implying you wanna borrow my familiar? Why didn't you say so?? You can have her, she is yours!!!
(Goodies, do not blame me if you find your leader with a poisoned dagger in his back... He is into borrowing other people's familiars, which is - most of the time - a dangerous thing to do...)
(Goodies, do not blame me if you find your leader with a poisoned dagger in his back... He is into borrowing other people's familiars, which is - most of the time - a dangerous thing to do...)
Ubik
Elder God B.P. Pervert
Elder God B.P. Pervert
Aegis: I recommend you keep to the group. Ubik was rather kind to let you get away unscathed. I probably wouldn't have been so generous (That was a bit out of character, Ubik, but I'll forgive your lenience )
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Magus, mighty conjurer, and summoner of hordes of...magical flying swords
----And yes, I am magusg, but I got tired of looking at that silly "pick an alternate name" name
(That was a bit out of character, Ubik, but I'll forgive your lenience )------------------
Magus, mighty conjurer, and summoner of hordes of...magical flying swords
----And yes, I am magusg, but I got tired of looking at that silly "pick an alternate name" name
Lost Souls: A bereft lover. A masterless familiar. Friends gone their separate ways. Time marches on, and destiny heralds the meeting of comrades old and new. Can they find what they're seeking? Or will the search bring them only more pain?
sorry
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Lost Souls: A bereft lover. A masterless familiar. Friends gone their separate ways. Time marches on, and destiny heralds the meeting of comrades old and new. Can they find what they're seeking? Or will the search bring them only more pain?