CS Name- Captain Dothren Roketh Race-Human Male/Female- M Appearance Backstory- Dothren Roketh was born in Loydye Tower before it was claimed by the Undead. Loydye Tower and the surrounding towers were made to defend the southwestern lands from the hoard of undead that roamed in the wastelands of Ninabi. From the time he could walk he was trained to be a knight of the Loydye Wall. They were an elite force made only to fight off the armies of Necromancers. His mother and father, who were both knights, died trying to defend the Astral Port along side the Dwarves. He was still a child at the time so he was taken in by his Godfather, Getheion, who had fought along side his parents. By the age of 16 Dothren has become one of the most skilled of all the recruits. Though he had received a head start, seeing how he was raised on the wall. Nonetheless, few of the recuits could be him in melee combat. Passing the three secretive tests that all most pass to become a wall knight, Dothren became one of the youngest to be knighted ever. Soon after being knighted he received his first orders. He, and a few other knights, were to join the party of an Elven king and a Dwarven Prince on their way to The Astral Port. He met the odd mixed group of Elfs and Dwarfs at the western tower wall. The plan was to cut across the middle of Ninabi straight to Hoondon. The two peoples seemed to argue about everything, but it was all meaningless noise to the young Dothren. About halfway through southern Ninabi a scout spotted a huge group of undead heading south. Dothren argued with the older knights, but ended up continuing with the group while they head to warn the wall. The two royals tried to sympathize with him, saying that they've been put through the same treatment before they got real action. They each told their old war stories, and Dothren told them the story of his parents. Apparently the elf had heard of the courageous couple, and the dwarf had fought beside them. Dothren enjoyed the distraction as he rode alongside his two new friends. By the fall of the third day the group could see the outline of Hoondon, witch he had learned was a neutral ground between the dwarves and elfs. As they all set down for camp everything felt off, more off then usual that is. Dothren gave his concern, and most of the group took him seriously. The rest just said he was a child being foolish. Midnight had come, and most were asleep besides those put on guard. Dothren had set next to a low fire talking with some of the elfs when a sudden fog had rolled in. A guard let out a shout of alarm that was cut short. Dothren yelled for the others to awake as an ambush took place. An alarming number of undead ran out of the fog, killing half the guard before the group could recover from the shock. The surviving warriors formed in a defensive circle. A few waves came at the group until their leader appeared. The fog lifted as a tall half dead looking man walked towards the group. Dothren identified him as the necromancer. In his words, cut off the head and the body shall die!" With that battlecry he and the two royals charged the necromancer. Slicing their way to the tall man a sentence escaped from its mouth that almost stopped him," you fools...Loydye Tower has fallen. The southern lands are mine." The raspy voice rang clear in this battle. The three of them reached the man and began assaulting him. The elf and Dothren became a flurry of strikes against the man, while the dwarf struck at any opening there was. After a long period Dothren's blade cut off the necromancer's head. The surrounding undead fell limply to the ground as their master's head flew off. The group picked up camp and buried the dead, but as they tried to set out again, a woman's scream could be heard heading towards them. They raised their weapons as Cusala the Enchantress appeared before them. Apparently that was her husband that they had just killed. The group was to tired to fight off another necromancer, and was captured easily. She transported them to her fortress. Were they spent a year being tortured and experimented on. By the end of that year all that was left of the group was three dwarves, two elfs, both royals, and Dothren. One night a living guard made a mistake, and the dwarf overpowered him. The small party grabbed what equipment they could, and escaped on a fishing boat that was heading to a small town in Ghostwood. From there they headed north to the Temple of Elemental Evil. The monks their where known enemies of Cusala, and gave them refuge. At the temple Dothren had picked up on the basic use of elemental spells, while the royals tried to get in contact with their homelands. About two weeks later they had begun making plans to head back home. They decided to take a northern route, and head to Buramma. The night before the party departs they awake in the highest part of the temple. The monks wanted Dothren to sacrifice his friends, and join them. He tried to think of a strategy to get him out of this mess as he walked towards the dwarvern prince. He figured he'd improvise. Reaching down he cut the ropes binding the dwarf and picked him up a through him at the only three monks in the room. Moving fast he freed the others, and they finished off the three monks. Grabbing what they can, again, they escaped from the temple, and ran to the Withered lands. From their they went to the dwarvern Citadel of Buramma. When they arrived there was a great wild celebration. The current king gave Dothren a Dwarven stone, which made him a honorary dwarf. The party spent a week of rest their. The elfs surprisingly enjoyed themselves, but eventually had to leave. The elven king insisted I came with him to his kingdom to receive his reward. Dothren said he didn't have to, but the elf simply said, " I can't have those damn bearded midgets outdo me." They left out a pass that exited in the outskirts of the Rhuddle Vale. The elf king took him to meet the elven elders at Wybrook, where another celebration took place. The elfs weren't as wild as the dwarves, but Dothren still had fun. At the end of the celebration the elders had a silver leaf made for him. The leaf increased his life, and made him an honorary elf. He got to travel to the elven capital, before leaving for his home. Before he left he was told to by the elders to be at the Astral Port in about a month. Dothren headed directly south through the Ninabi wasteland. He hardly saw any undead, and those he did see looked confused. Like they don't understand what is going on. He reach his home within a week, but he was not greeted with a friendly sight. Loydye Tower barely stood, holes littered the walls, and the dead, living or not, were all over the place. He stayed their a few days then rode east to Gissfell to see if the town had been attacked. Luckily the dead did not reach them. He found the towns mayor, and told him to send a letter to Avalad telling them what had happened. He waited a day then headed for the Astral Port. Passing the ruins of Loydye for a second time made him realize he was the last of the wall knights. He stopped at the wall, and payed his respects to the dead. Then began heading on his path again. When he reached the Astral Port he was praised by both parties. They had agreed to work together to forge him armor. Luckily Hoondon has a forge were it's possible to do so. As sturdy as a dwarf, as light as an elf, always said Dothren ends up spending 25 years learning under the greatest dwarvern, and elven warriors. He also fought in a few of their wars while they were allies. After these events had taken place, a tall green figure approached Dothren in the city of Seawick. It was an orc with a wild red Mohawk, and a black iron band around his arm. He had a job offer. He started off by saying, " you know you are hard to find." A month later Dothren is a lieutenant of the western branch of the Black Band. 20 years later he finds himself sharing a fire with a stranger he just saved. Skills- Master swordsmen, has had a well balanced training in the use of most weapons. Though he has had fought in many battles across the lands. He has hardly seen any war on the seas. (If needed)Magic/magical abilities- can preform some basic spells in elemental magic Equipment- His armor and weapons are one of the results of a mix of Dwarven and Elven craftmenship. (If needed)Extra items- Dwarven stone, home scroll, and an elven silver leaf. Other: ha, I already have black armor.

Name - Graguth Appearance - (On top of a mountain peak) Skills - a master of close combat. Quick, smart, and reasonably strong, he is a force to be reckoned with on any battlefield. Though sometimes a dragon with good enough magic can put him down. Magical abilities(If needed) - besides knowing basic healing, Graguth has never learn magic. As an after effect of fighting his corrupted father, his fire is purple. While it burns a little hotter than normal dragon fire, it also produces toxic fumes that seem to slowly eat away at living materials. Has no effect on Graguth. Backstory - Graguth is the grandson of Rylarth. Born to his son Bigray, and an unknown mother. He was raised by the Elder Council along with his brother, Drumagth. While his brother study the ways of the mind, Graguth learned the ways of the warrior. Study tactics, and simple tricks to win a fight. This was before Rylarth's ascension, so him and his brother were both taught by the elder dragon. Though he and his brother were practically royalty, they went through the same treatment as any to learn properly. By the time the brothers had become juveniles, the corruption of the past had begun to slowly revile itself. Small groups of undead suddenly attacking, whole kingdoms falling into madness, and Graguth's father eventually falling to the corruption. The brothers had begged their grandfather to let them join the war, but they were told that they were to young. That this type of war is not meant for those so innocent. The two were ordered to stay while Rylarth lead his forces after the corruption. The two managed to escape from the Sundered Peaks, fallow the army undetected. They had marched north, to the frozen wastes. The army had fought the cold more then the undead. Upon reaching the source of the corruption, they discovered the son of Slonith had built a fortress of ice and death. Oh the walls of the fortress stood the long dead king, Gigeth Next to him, Bigray stood proudly. Mocking his father. The battle that took place was far worse than the shadow lands campaign. The brothers manged to sneak past the undead army that had greeted Rylarth, and get into the fortress unnoticed. They attack Gigeth and their father, only to be slapped around like the children they are. During the fight Bigray managed to hold Graguth down, and begun to breath fire into his jaws. Drumagth had managed to free him by distracting him with lightning. Rylarth eventually came to their rescue, but not before Gigeth corrupted Drumagth. Rylarth wrestled with his son while Graguth attacked the dead king. The battle was wild, Gigeth moved with amazing speed. Never seeming to tire. Though he got cocky, and Graguth set him aflame. Defeated, Bigray grabbed his now corrupted son and ran. The battle was won, but Rylarth was gravely injured. He passed away a month later, unable to recover. Graguth spent the rest of his youth years honing his his skills. As an order by the Elder Council dragons under their command must know some form of first ad, giving him his only experience with magic. By the time he was an adult he had become revered for his combat skill. Though he was offered a position in the honor guard, but refuses to help the general people. Holdings (If needed. First come first serve)- none Current location- between Moditoft and the Watchlight forest. Allegiance- independent, tries to be friendly with most beings Other- in honor of Rylarth

Name -Drumagth Appearance - Level of corruption - Almost completely tainted Skills - is not very skilled in close combat, but will still fight back as best he can until he can put distance. Lacks in muscle, but is still quite large. His fire is green, and is not able to be put out by water. Magical abilities(If needed) - has studied almost every magic available to him. Including: elemental, small weather control, short range teleportation, and necromancy (he is no master, but he understands what he is doing.) Political standing (elfs, dwarfs, men, or just dragon): he is neutral for the most part, but will normally lean towards dragon. Public goal with the order: to simply gain power. Backstory - Gigeth had corrupted him at the battle of the frozen wastes. As Drumagth began to shift into corruption, his only thought is of Graguth. He had sacrificed himself to save his brother. Now his once beautiful purple and blue scales darkened to the corrupted black they are today. The corrupting force almost kills him as he falls to the hard frozen stone of the wall. The rageful roars of his brother ring out as his sight blacks out. Drumagth awoken inside the tombs of horror. His thoughts and goals now corrupted. Almost all of his past self was removed from him. Bigray had begun to teach him the darker aspects of magic. Forming him to replace himself one day as a counsel member of the Black Rose. Drumagth had spent the rest of his youth mastering his magical abilities, and becoming well respected among his father's Order. Drumagth awoken inside his lair at the tomb of horrors. The dream that had pestered him since he had taken his father's place in the order. He stretched and let loose a small but of his green fire on himself to warm himself up. Slowly moving out of the rather large tomb that he had picked to sleep in, "Bigray, awaken!" The undead form of his father flew down from his resting place on top of the tomb. As he landed in the raspy voice of the a undead, "What is it my lord?" Ignoring the bow and striding past him, "Prepare the necromancers for my withdrawal." Bigray nodded then left without a word. The Order of the Black Rose was holding a meeting later that day to see if we should retake the frozen wastes. Drumagth thought it was a waste of time, but he planned on influence the Order's next choice of action. He stopped his stride at the hill that looks over his lands. A bellow from Bigray let him know that everything was fine. Stretching out his wings and throwing his monstrous head up he left out a roar then took flight. Bigray followed along with a fee other dragons under his command. Some of them actually still living instead of being undead. They flew south to the shrine of curses, were the Order has its meetings. Holdings (If needed. First come first serve)- the tomb of horrors, whisperwood, withering jungle, and Caer Ebringor Current location- The shrine of curses. Allegiance- Order of the Black Rose, more loyal to himself though. Other- in honor of the old fool