The geekiness strikes again! DND musing!
Aug. 13th, 2008 04:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sparkindarknessI’m actually a player in a new DnD game (new edition - which is BETTER. Seriously, it‘s so much better!) at last I don’t have to GM! Though I did change my character after the GM explained to us that this was a lot like WoW and we COULDN’T play without a tank and a healer. After much avoiding the issue two of us decided to retire our Wizard and Ranger for a Cleric and a Paladin- but they’d be sooooooorry.
Poor peasant who saved us from shipwreck: alas my brother has gone missing...
Paladin: Fear not, scabby peasant, we will quest for your lost kin! Praise the lord!
Cleric: hallelujah!
Paladin: amen.
party: *face palm*
Scabby peasant: But i have little to offer you...
Cleric we require no payment, it is only good and right. Amen.
Paladin: Hallelujah
Cleric: Praise the Lord.
Party: *cringing*
This? Could be fun.
Anyway, mah cleric
:
His father is a might Eladrin lord, obscenely rich ruler of a prosperous, thriving and beautiful duchy close to the feywild borders. His house has long ruled successfully because of their ancient traditions and devotion to perfection.
As was customary, the lord raised his children in the same way that he and his siblings were raised. The eldest child became a mighty Warlord, he would lead the armies of the House into battle, inspired by word and strong sword arm
The second child grew to be a mighty mage, that magical skill and power would never be far from the House
The third child was pledged to Correllon, as a faithful cleric the divine would always smile upon the house
As an added bonus it meant the 2 younger children are unlikely to contend for the eldest’s throne. Oh and if this character dies I can come back as either of his elder siblings trying to drag their little brother home).
But the old lord watched curiously to see how the last tradition of the House would manifest, and lo, in the third son it did. He became restless. It wasn’t that he didn’t revere Correllon - he did, fervently. But was the temple and the surrounding peaceful lands really the way to do it? The beauty, spring, goodness and glory of the land would be perfect without him. The powers god had given him were not needed here. And there was a whole world out there he could discover - a world he had read so much about but had never visited. A world that maybe could benefit from Correllon’s touch?
The lord rejoiced as he saw his youngest son’s plan to abscond. It was an old tradition, at least one child would feel the need to see the world - and they would return perhaps with wealth, sometimes with power, sometimes with half-breed children - but always with experience and knowledge that was invaluable to the House.
So as the Cleric made his plans, his parents acted. One night there was a banquet of travel rations, for some odd reasons - and far more made than could be eaten (many were left in surprisingly easily concealed places). The steward carelessly left copious amounts of gold coins outside his room. Why, he was even fitted for a full set of travel clothing for every weather (“don’t argue with your mother dear, better to be prepared.”) Perhaps a child who had led a less sheltered life would have been more suspicious, especially when a banquet was called on the day he prepared to leave, along with his horse being saddled and all the stable guards being mysteriously absent... but he was so used to things being arranged for him it never really registered.
So he set off into the great world, his bags full of gold and handy tools and magic items, all alone expect his purebred horse and 4 quiet gentlemen discreetly watching from a distance just in case.
And then there was the ship wreck. He came to shore in this new, unknown land. His gold gone, his packs empty and his bodyguards missing, presumed dead. At least this was a new human real, maybe it’s time to explore a little before he needs to truly worry. In the meantime he and his companions from the shipwreck will do what they can to repay the debt they owe the people who helped them recover from the wreck and maybe explore more of this new land.
RP notes:
A strange combination of confidence and uncertainty. All his life nothing truly bad could happen to him, he still has this idea of invulnerability - he will get home and dad will sort out everything. Everything WILL be alright no matter how unpleasant it is now. In many ways he’s very young.
But he’s only met the odd human before. Now he’s surrounded by them - and they’re really strange and don’t think right and do the weirdest of things. Sometimes he’s overwhelmed by how different and ugly and crazy everything is.
He’s having a minor crisis of faith. It’s not that he doesn’t revere and follow Correllon, because he does, and Correllon will always be his first god. But increasingly he feels the need to pay his respect to other relevant deities - Aveena and Malora. On some level he wonders if this is a betrayal.
Quirks:
Money isn’t important to him. Eventually he will return home and have the vast resources of his house again. Squabbling over anything less and a few million gold coins seems petty and beneath him
Aesthetics are important to him, and he’s stunned how little humans care for beauty.
Poor peasant who saved us from shipwreck: alas my brother has gone missing...
Paladin: Fear not, scabby peasant, we will quest for your lost kin! Praise the lord!
Cleric: hallelujah!
Paladin: amen.
party: *face palm*
Scabby peasant: But i have little to offer you...
Cleric we require no payment, it is only good and right. Amen.
Paladin: Hallelujah
Cleric: Praise the Lord.
Party: *cringing*
This? Could be fun.
Anyway, mah cleric
:
His father is a might Eladrin lord, obscenely rich ruler of a prosperous, thriving and beautiful duchy close to the feywild borders. His house has long ruled successfully because of their ancient traditions and devotion to perfection.
As was customary, the lord raised his children in the same way that he and his siblings were raised. The eldest child became a mighty Warlord, he would lead the armies of the House into battle, inspired by word and strong sword arm
The second child grew to be a mighty mage, that magical skill and power would never be far from the House
The third child was pledged to Correllon, as a faithful cleric the divine would always smile upon the house
As an added bonus it meant the 2 younger children are unlikely to contend for the eldest’s throne. Oh and if this character dies I can come back as either of his elder siblings trying to drag their little brother home).
But the old lord watched curiously to see how the last tradition of the House would manifest, and lo, in the third son it did. He became restless. It wasn’t that he didn’t revere Correllon - he did, fervently. But was the temple and the surrounding peaceful lands really the way to do it? The beauty, spring, goodness and glory of the land would be perfect without him. The powers god had given him were not needed here. And there was a whole world out there he could discover - a world he had read so much about but had never visited. A world that maybe could benefit from Correllon’s touch?
The lord rejoiced as he saw his youngest son’s plan to abscond. It was an old tradition, at least one child would feel the need to see the world - and they would return perhaps with wealth, sometimes with power, sometimes with half-breed children - but always with experience and knowledge that was invaluable to the House.
So as the Cleric made his plans, his parents acted. One night there was a banquet of travel rations, for some odd reasons - and far more made than could be eaten (many were left in surprisingly easily concealed places). The steward carelessly left copious amounts of gold coins outside his room. Why, he was even fitted for a full set of travel clothing for every weather (“don’t argue with your mother dear, better to be prepared.”) Perhaps a child who had led a less sheltered life would have been more suspicious, especially when a banquet was called on the day he prepared to leave, along with his horse being saddled and all the stable guards being mysteriously absent... but he was so used to things being arranged for him it never really registered.
So he set off into the great world, his bags full of gold and handy tools and magic items, all alone expect his purebred horse and 4 quiet gentlemen discreetly watching from a distance just in case.
And then there was the ship wreck. He came to shore in this new, unknown land. His gold gone, his packs empty and his bodyguards missing, presumed dead. At least this was a new human real, maybe it’s time to explore a little before he needs to truly worry. In the meantime he and his companions from the shipwreck will do what they can to repay the debt they owe the people who helped them recover from the wreck and maybe explore more of this new land.
RP notes:
A strange combination of confidence and uncertainty. All his life nothing truly bad could happen to him, he still has this idea of invulnerability - he will get home and dad will sort out everything. Everything WILL be alright no matter how unpleasant it is now. In many ways he’s very young.
But he’s only met the odd human before. Now he’s surrounded by them - and they’re really strange and don’t think right and do the weirdest of things. Sometimes he’s overwhelmed by how different and ugly and crazy everything is.
He’s having a minor crisis of faith. It’s not that he doesn’t revere and follow Correllon, because he does, and Correllon will always be his first god. But increasingly he feels the need to pay his respect to other relevant deities - Aveena and Malora. On some level he wonders if this is a betrayal.
Quirks:
Money isn’t important to him. Eventually he will return home and have the vast resources of his house again. Squabbling over anything less and a few million gold coins seems petty and beneath him
Aesthetics are important to him, and he’s stunned how little humans care for beauty.