Here is the Q&A for my "Shards of Cyre" campaign. Below will be stuff for the group.


Players & Characters:

Grugg / Illian Zam (21 / 21)

Steellight / Grr'Nak (23 / 23)

QuestorSilvanthus / Glublarg 'da Muscle (40 / 40)

Odyson / Jymenen (26 / 26)

Loki / cool halfling (99 / 99) ( this will be here until character is actually found : P )

Brianna / sneaky elf (99 / 99)

Group treasure:



I'll post more at a later time when i get my stuff more organized Good luck everyone and lets have a great game!

I'm so ashamed I'm actually posting "First" here.

{I will write up my full bio within a couple of days and post it.}

Glublarg ('DaMuscle) Gralblug - Level 4 Barbarian.

Semi-Bio: Glub lived in a tribal Orcish society for a good portion of his life. He had to train hard to be as good as his Orc friends at everything they did. He was picked on for having human blood. He wasn't fully excepted by his peers in his tribe. It didn't take him too long to adventure out to find others like him. And so he did...

Appearance: Glubarg is only around 5'7" tall. And weighs in at a measly 390lbs. He is a walking ball of functional muscle. By his appearance alone you realise why they call him 'DaMuscle. His skin is greyish in color and hair is long white and wavy (usually dangling about his face) although he does have some tufts of it pulled back by leather straps. He has a full wavy white beard that moves about on his chest he does not have a mustache to go along with it.

{More to come}

Ok, normally I would post the characters up but since half of them are in PDF files right now I have four out of the six saved on my desktop. I just need Lokis character which is done, but the link to the site keeps breaking for whatever reason so when its either done in text or a link actually works, he'll be good. Sorry for the difficulties there Loki

Then I need Briannas character which shouldn't take too long hopefully, after that we will have all six characters and then we can begin!

oh, I would like to say the group looks very well rounded, so no challenge should be undoable.

If you need it I'll convert the pdf to a Word stlye. I just sent the pdf of the site build sheet thinking to get it to you quicker. I'll work on it this weekend. Steelight helped me through my first 3.5 one for Red Wyrm so I have a templet to follow and this one is just a variation on that build.

I'm assuming the 99/99 is a placeholder.

Otherwise Im using the halfling as a shield.

The bugbear will hide behind the sneaky elf.

The Grugg will DEMAND THE OTHER PLAYS FINISH THEIR CHARACTERS

well, that would require brianna to get her character and then Loki to get the link done

YAY

I found this, at last.

My character is in. Sorry about the delay. And your not using him as a meatshield grugg.

yes all 6 characters are in, this weekend is going to be busy so i'm guaranteeing its start this weekend but definitely before next weekend it will start, absolutely.

If I can ask for some strictly OOC knowledge, what are the races and classes of ever one elses character?

A general sort of summery of their appearence would be helpful as well, so that I can prepair my characters likly responce to each character and get the ball rolling quicker.

This is my little guy:

Merimac Crosswater To say that Merimac is 'a fella of short stature' is an understatement. He's a halfling, therefore he is short. Living in a city with humans and other taller races he's learn to deal with his height, he just shrugs off any comment about it or makes a remark about the height of the person commenting. Aside from his height, or lack of, Merimac is well proportioned, has very dark brown, fine, hair, blue eyes and fair to tanned skin. He is proud of his appearance and baths whenever he has the opportunity and his cloths are well kept. He wares a white cotton shirt with a brown waistcoat, light brown trousers and a cloak with a hood. The cloak is fastened below the base of his neck with a curious silver broach and on his right middle finger a similarly curious silver ring. When ridding his fastieth be secures the ring in the inner pocket of his waistcoat and dons supple leather gloves.

Grr'nak is a begbear with no class... take that as you will. He is relatively small for one of his kind, but still large and well-built by human standards. His body is covered with scars from the various trials and punishments he has endured in pursuit of his goal. The hair that covers his body is mostly blackin color, but is shot through with silver, leading some to believe him to be late in his years. His attitude and the rest of his physique indicate no such thing. His is strong, swift and agile, as he has trained to be.

For clothing he generally wears a simply black or gray tunic and loss fitting breeches. Only rarely does he wear footgear. No symbol or crest adorns his clothing, nor does he seem to have any other sign of a clan or other organization he might belong to.

His demeanor is very aggressive. He doesn't seem one to take insults lightly, nor does he seem to be the most patient creature.

Is that acceptable Loki?

why are you asking me? If your happy with it.

I only said that bid and hairy probably wasn't enough.

To watch the Gnome move about the fort you would never have known the time and effort required to get him to this point. A little over a year ago Jym Enen , that’s what he calls himself now, had been brought to fort by one the regular patrols. They had encountered an encamped band of renegade Gnolls. Most of the Gnolls successfully fled but a few unwisely attacked the patrol, believing they were the superior number. As the patrol was cleaning up the Gnoll camp they found a bundle containing what was surely to had been intended to be the Gnoll’s next meal.

The naked Gnome they found bound and gagged had been severely beaten. His skill was crushed, nearly all his limbs broken and several large gashes crudely covered so as to keep his juices in long enough to keep the meat fresh. The patrol was amazed to that this pulp was still live. The best the healer could do in the field was to closed the wounds and relieve as much of the pain as he could. The patrol carried the Gnome back to the fort where he was places in the infirmary. The fort log listed him as GMNN 49269, that being Gnome Male No Name and the log number 49269.

The healers were able to keep him alive and cared to set the bones and heal the gashes. The creature didn’t regain consciousness for two weeks. When it came to it opened its eyes but there are was little spark in the pale blue that stared out . It was still several weeks before its jaw was healed enough to move. The healer asked him, “Gnome, it is a wonder you are still with us, could you tell me your name?”

A great look of concern flashed across the Gnome’s face. Barely able to form words the Gnome mumbled back, “No.” It became clear to the healer through the rest of his questions that the Gnome seemed to have no memory of his life before he had opened his eyes in the infirmary.


The next week they worked to help the Gnome use his hands again. Bringing him a knife and small chunks of wood for him to grasp and move in tortured hands and fingers that had been broken in an attempt to remove the plain silver ring and an old worn indistinguishable signet ring. The craving provides enough effort to build his dexterity and control. The healers were also delighted by the skill and craftsmanship as the wood became beautiful items.

Then they brought stones and tools; he needed to build more strength to split and shape the stone into anything other than a pile of rubble. But little by little raw stone turn to fine gem. There were many skills buried in that body with the locked mind.

It was decided to get him up and move him about. The legs that had been bent and broken were now straight but had no strength to hold even a Gnome. Daily he hobbled to the blacksmith’s barn; there he was given small tasks to force him to lift, walk ,swing and do other thing to build the muscles that had been bruised and torn. When the smith started to teach him how to shape and form metal with heat and hammer, the Gnome quickly proved as skilled here as he was with the knife and wood or chisel and stone.

Many months passed and the Gnome worked for smithy. His skill at repairing and making tools brought many to the smith, because what the Gnome wrought seldom broke, remained shape and was always a finer tool than what been brought for repair. The smith was pleased as he grew wealthier.

As the Gnomes renown spread soldiers soon started to bring their blades to him for repair and sharpening. What he couldn’t repair he forged new. His skill with wood lead to him to repair and fashion bows, crossbows, bolts and arrows. Before long even the Dwarves and Elves in the fort were impressed with what the Gnome could do with iron and wood. The soldier taught the Gnome how to use the weapons he was to repair. His skill with sword and bow were soon equal to his skill with hammer and tong.

Now over a year later that broken mass of flash and bone was strong, deft, agile and skilled. He stood straight; he was tall for Gnome, reaching nearly four foot. His neatly trimmed brown bread covered the scars on the face, his pale blue eyes were clear and sharp. The jaunty brown leather hat he had become known for wearing was tilted down some on the right to cover his dented skull. He dressed plainly, the simple shirt, waist coat and breeches fit him well. He always appeared neat. He was an amiable fellow, always asking questions.

He had come back from a near horrific death. But he also had said how miserable it is not knowing who he was, what he was and where he came from. He looked for a chance to venture and discover who was Jym Enen.