Uesugi Kenshin
05-26-2005, 04:12
I am starting a new series because tonight when I played D&D my character was taken to a new level. I will be providing clips from the campaign as seen from the perspective of my character. He is a level five human fighter with good all-around skills. He is 5'8 and 170 pounds. If you would like more description or background I can give some more. This is starting part-way through the camp[aign and will follow Dorath's development as a character. I did not have much time to write so I was unable to include a key piece of his development that I know and you don't, so please hypothosize as to where he will end up. Either his alignment, good nuetral, evil or what will happen to him. It will be interesting to see where you think he will end up. At the time of this event he was Lawful Nuetral, but some important events took place and this could change.
Sorry about this being very random, Here is the background info:
My character, Dorath is an adept human fighter. He stands about 6' high and weighs about 180 pounds or so. He is very strong, but is still quick, tough, smart, wise (to an extent) and is fairly charismatic. However, he does not use his charisma much because he is blunt, has a one track mind and is sometimes overly independent. He possesses a chain shirt, round helmet, two buckler shields, a pair of worn leather pants, a pair of heavy and very worn leather boots, a pair of thick leather gloves, a rarely used Longbow and a well kept very well used axe with one large blade (enchanted with fire). He is fairly wealthy, but holds no property because he is a traveling mercenary.
I will add the previous story into the original posts.
Death in the Dark
A whisper in the dark, the door dislodges. As I shake the sleep away I wonder what terror awaits. As I lift myself from the rough pallet I reach for my burning great axe. It lights the room in a sickly orange glow. My companion still sleeps on his pallet off to the right, no need to wake him. I approach the door and slowly push it open.
As I peer into the dark I bring my axe forward and can see the hall is empty, but one door is ajar. I creep towards the door, hiding the axe with my body. The door slides effortlessly away. A figure stands in the dark crouched over a tiny form. She is asleep on an oversized pallet, her cudgel lies to her left. Just out of reach.
One step. I slam the door closed and brandish my axe. Two steps. I yell a devilish curse. Three steps. He disappears. A pause. I hear him to my left. Four steps. He falls beneath the blow from the flat of my axe. Six steps. I am upon him, but the tiny form has awoken and springs upon him before I can hold him down.
He reappears, bloodied and disgruntled. A fair elf with long hair and a broken nose. My compatriot has joined us, none of us shall sleep again this night. He throws the halfling away and rises. My fellow warrior prepares a blow. I curse him in Infernal, Common, Dwarven and Draconic and urge him to strike. He does not.
Blood sprays into the air. Fine like mist and crimson as the dawn. The air fills with the stench of burned cloth and flash. My axe has found its mark.
The intruder falls. I curse the day my compatriot found a conscience. Money, that is all a mercenary should yearn for. Not the bosom of a kind companion or the thanks of a village. Gold is my religion and my religion is gold.
Dorath of the Black Blade
Sorry about this being very random, Here is the background info:
My character, Dorath is an adept human fighter. He stands about 6' high and weighs about 180 pounds or so. He is very strong, but is still quick, tough, smart, wise (to an extent) and is fairly charismatic. However, he does not use his charisma much because he is blunt, has a one track mind and is sometimes overly independent. He possesses a chain shirt, round helmet, two buckler shields, a pair of worn leather pants, a pair of heavy and very worn leather boots, a pair of thick leather gloves, a rarely used Longbow and a well kept very well used axe with one large blade (enchanted with fire). He is fairly wealthy, but holds no property because he is a traveling mercenary.
I will add the previous story into the original posts.
Death in the Dark
A whisper in the dark, the door dislodges. As I shake the sleep away I wonder what terror awaits. As I lift myself from the rough pallet I reach for my burning great axe. It lights the room in a sickly orange glow. My companion still sleeps on his pallet off to the right, no need to wake him. I approach the door and slowly push it open.
As I peer into the dark I bring my axe forward and can see the hall is empty, but one door is ajar. I creep towards the door, hiding the axe with my body. The door slides effortlessly away. A figure stands in the dark crouched over a tiny form. She is asleep on an oversized pallet, her cudgel lies to her left. Just out of reach.
One step. I slam the door closed and brandish my axe. Two steps. I yell a devilish curse. Three steps. He disappears. A pause. I hear him to my left. Four steps. He falls beneath the blow from the flat of my axe. Six steps. I am upon him, but the tiny form has awoken and springs upon him before I can hold him down.
He reappears, bloodied and disgruntled. A fair elf with long hair and a broken nose. My compatriot has joined us, none of us shall sleep again this night. He throws the halfling away and rises. My fellow warrior prepares a blow. I curse him in Infernal, Common, Dwarven and Draconic and urge him to strike. He does not.
Blood sprays into the air. Fine like mist and crimson as the dawn. The air fills with the stench of burned cloth and flash. My axe has found its mark.
The intruder falls. I curse the day my compatriot found a conscience. Money, that is all a mercenary should yearn for. Not the bosom of a kind companion or the thanks of a village. Gold is my religion and my religion is gold.
Dorath of the Black Blade