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Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

Alena Provost

The Fallen Aasimar Cleric on a never ending path of redemption

I thousand lifetimes cannot wash the blood off my hands!

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

Alena stood in the morning dusk, gaze set upon the cathedral as she waited. The soft glow she'd infused her Suonetar emblem with, illuminated her pale face creating the illusion of her fair skin appearing almost translucent. Lex, the paladin they'd apprehended, stood obediently beside her. As soon as the group exited the building he gestured toward them affirming to Alena that it was in fact them that she was here to detain together with her men.

As the group filed out of the cathedral one after the other the cleric observed their facial expressions and general outlook. It appeared as though these people had gone through hell and back. And maybe even then some. Alena also recognized the look of loss on all their faces. Even if this Lex had not already informed her of the loss of one of their comrades, Daisy, she would have noticed it immediately on all of them. As it was a look she'd seen far too often on the faces of her enemies. Then, unlike now, it had failed to produce any sort of emotional response in her. But now... now she could empathize completely with these people and did not wish to pile up on their sorrow. Unfortunately, she had her orders. This mess of a situation at the church needed to be dealt with as swiftly and as bloodlessly as possible and since the General knew she had a propensity for the former and a preference for the lather, he'd entrusted her with the task to detain the group and bring the members before him to be deposed. And Alena planned to do just that.

She stepped forward a bit, tacking court of the officers piled in front of the cathedral, and raised her hands a bit, palms up. "Good morrow, folks, I am Alena Provost of the Knights of Bourgund. Forgive this abrupt welcoming of sorts. It has come to the General's attention that a number of people have lost their lives here under yet to be determined circumstances." Alena's gaze shifted for a moment on Lex, the paladin, and then returned to the group. "Your paladin friend here has already given his statement of what has transpired and has turned himself willingly to our purview. I am here to ask you to do the same until this situation is resolved."

The redhead paused, not so much for effect, as to gather her thoughts and relate what she wanted from the group in the gentlest, most nonabrasive and considerate manner. "I understand you've all been through a lot. I've been told you lost a companion and for that I cannot extend my condolences enough. What I can offer you is my personal promise that I will treat you with the honesty and respect your own behavior deems of me. General Aengus has entasked me with bringing you to him to offer your statements as to what has happened here. I ask that you come willingly. And yes, I will need to manacle you just like your comrade Lex here. But that is only as a gesture of your good will and as a sign that you mean not to disrupt the proceedings."

Again Alena paused and scanned the faces of her targets one by one. Although employing her most benign and placating countenance, there was a hard edge to her features. For she had permission to bring these people in willing or not. And even if she would prefer it if they came peacefully, she was also prepared to wrestle them into submission if need be. "I can assure you me and my men have no intention of parading you around the city as common criminals. We will respect your reputation and stature and take you to the general in such a route as to ensure no ill effects on any of you in that regard." A brief pause. "However... Should you decide to run from your responsibility in all this, I am fully authorized to use force. But I would very much hate to do that..." Alena paused yet again and this time a dark shadow crossed her pale face and her yellowish eyes clouded with pain. "So I again implore for your cooperation." The cleric fell silent and awaited the reactions of her charges.

Let us not kill each other because of my Wil Wheaton-esque rolls

Persuasion on group = (5)+2 = 7

Tombs & Treks: A Pulp Roleplay

Ellen Pelham, Countess of Yarborough

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Ellen Pelham, Countess of Yarborough

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Character Summary

Name: Ellen Pelham, Countess of Yarborough
Aliases: Elle
Age: 36
Nationality: British
Ethnicity: Slavic
Current Residence: Brocklesby House, near Immingham, Lincolnshire, England.
Gender: Female
Education: Anthropology and Linguistic Anthropology
Job: Relic Hunter
Role: Tomb Raider/Relic Hunter

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Appearance

Height: 5'7"
Weight: 140 lbs
Build: Athletic
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brunette
Skin Tone: Tan
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: She has some of all of those.
Personal Style: Despite her noble stature, El is all about comfort. Raised by a single father who took pride and joy in bringing his daughter with him on his adventures Elle adopted from early on a very unlady like style of dress. Leather britches and shirts, as well as her dad's worn pilot jacket. Not color blind per se, but definitely color challenged El usually sticks to easy color combinations and clothing articles in solid colors. Whenever her stature and position as Countess demands it, she does clean up nicely with the help of a few trusted family maids. Still, she feels very uncomfortable it any spiffy, fluffy female get up and would look to get out of it as soon as possible. I mean, seriously, have you ever worn a corset?! It's a torture device more than a clothing article. Even if it does perk the boobs up rather nicely!

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Psychology

Straightforward * Loyal * Compassioned * Focused

Sexuality: Elle has a distinct preference towards female companionship
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: The adopted daughter to the bachelor Earl of Yarborough, Ellen grew up to be a very adventurous and happy young girl. Even with her father’s constant attempts to spoil her rotten little El never forgot her first seven years spent in abject poverty in her home country. Knowing all too well what it meant to have nothing the little girl grew to respect what she’d been offered and given by her adoptive parent. Still as any child was capable of, she quickly put the harsh life she’d lived before meeting the Earl behind and embraced her new one full tilt. She enjoyed the home lessons she received from her dad and select tutors and quickly became fascinated with her new father’s passion – archeology.

As a grown up Elle is a very straightforward no nonsense kind of person. She gets to the point fast and hard when necessary, but she is never heedlessly harsh or disrespectful. She is very loyal to those she loves and considers family or friends and can be very protective of those individuals. The harsher life of her early childhood and the consequent benevolence she enjoyed in the house of her adoptive parent all served to make El into a very compassioned individual. Sometimes she is empathic to the point of actual physical mimicry of others’ pains and sorrow. As a result she is very caring and will offer any aid she is capable of to help sooth a person’s ailment.

In her profession and occupation Ellen is very driven and focused. She holds herself to higher standards than everybody else as she believes one should never stop improving. For if you stop bettering yourself, you inevitably begin stagnating. And El is not one to sit still. She is a very active individual and whenever she is not on the hunt for the next ancient location, she is training her body and mind.

Elle is also a bit of a flirt. She’ll never lead the ladies on, but has learned that her roguish outlook is quite appealing to them and is not opposed to a bit of playful flirtation. However when it comes to romance and serious commitment, she is as dedicated and serious as she is with everything else in her life.
Habits:
- Sticks her tongue out a fraction whenever she’s concentrating on a task
- Runs the tops of her nails when she is lost in thought
Hobbies: Rock balancing
Fears:

• Fear of falling – Elle doesn’t have fear of heights per se, but rather an almost uncontrollable fear of falling. It doesn’t make her job easy in certain circumstances.
• Fear of puppets – an episode in Elle’s past, before she met the Earl made her terribly and irreversibly scared of any dolls and puppets, to the point of hysteria. It was hard on the Earl razing a young daughter he wanted to lavish attention without being able to buy her all the new dolls and whatnot.
• Fear of chickens – yes, you read right. Elle becomes positively a madwoman if faced with the feathered birds.

Likes:

• Meditating
• Reading and writing
• Dancing
• Hiking
• Horses and riding
• Massages – giving and receiving them
• Cuddling up near the fireplace

Dislikes:

• Smoking
• Excessive drinking
• Rudeness
• Any dish with dill in it
• Riding sideways
• Needless violence
• Hypocrites

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History

A Memory: Elle woke up screaming in the huge soft bed, sweat plastering her long, mahogany hair to her pretty little girl face. Not soon after a soft wheezing could be heard from the corridor accompanied by hasty footfalls. Little El held her breath in fright for a moment before she remembered where she was. She released a sigh of relief just as the door opened slightly and the Earl poked his head in.
“Elle, are you alright, baby girl?” The man asked, entering the room carefully. The little girl he’d adopted was still a bit bashful around him. Especially at times like this and he knew to tiptoe around her, until she settled down and became more comfortable.
“I had a nightmare.” Elle sniffled and without hesitation snuggled up to the Earl, seeking comfort and protection. Richard held his breath in surprise and utter delight. It was the first time his adoptive daughter had sought his embrace so freely and without reservation. If he didn’t already love the little girl to bits, he would have fallen in love completely at this innocent gesture.
“Was it a monster?” He inquired quietly, embracing the girl gently, sifting his fingers through her damp hair to calm her down. Her small head shook ‘no’ against him. “Your mum and dad?” The Earl asked, his voice catching on the emotion behind the question. Elle just shook with renewed sobs. Richard hugged the girl a little more tightly and started talking slowly and quietly, telling his daughter the story of the lost continent Atlantis.
“El…” A voice called out at her. “El, baby girl…” At the familiar endearment Elle shook herself free of the memory and focused her dark gaze on her dad, Richard Pelham, Earl of Yarborough.
“What is it, da?” She asked with a bright smile, her soul still warmed by the sweet childhood memory.
The Earl grinned in response to his daughter’s happy countenance. “I asked you to tell me more about this Baron Carnock and his offer…”

Phone call for you, milady!

Ellen was working an angle. She was on the hunt for information regarding a very controversial find. One almost shrouded in the mist of conspiracy theories. Word had reached her of a relic that was found in the rainforests of British Honduras. According to rumors it was a skull. But not just any skull. It was a skull made entirely out of crystal. From what she'd heard it's craftsmanship was near flawless. But apparently as soon as it was discovered, the skull had vanished into thin air. Everyone within the relevant circles of people was tight-lipped about it. But Elle had her sources and more importantly, she knew how and with what to entice each and every one of them. This one in particular!

Viscountess Hailsham, the young widow to the elderly Viscount Hailsham, had inherited her husband's vast network of contacts and informants. And the little minx was putting it to a far better use than the late Viscount. Even if the old badger hadn't left the dainty young lass filthy rich on her inheritance, she would have been well enough off on the proceeds from her information trafficking.

Fortunately for Elle, the Viscountess demanded a whole different form of recompense from her. Not that El couldn't afford the lady's fees. She could and with change to spare. But this way was so much more fun, the rogue relic hunter thought with her face buried in...

"Phone call for you, milady!" The almost disinterested announcement was followed by an obligatory clearing of the throat.

Elle squeezed her eyes in frustration while Viscountess Hailsham complained irritably. "I'm busy, Pennyworth!" She rolled her eyes for emphases and waited for the butler to excuse himself. When he didn't she peaked curiously at him.

"It is not for you, milady. Tis for the Countess. On behalf of Baron Thomas Carnock." Pennyworth added pointedly, still completely disinterested in the position he'd caught his mistress in. It wasn't the first time and he knew it certainly wouldn't be the last.

History: Richard Pelham, Earl of Yarborough, was the last of his line and due to certain personal proclivities unable to produce an heir to continue his family line. With his parents no longer on this earth he had no one to nag him to take up a wife and sire the next generation of Yarborough nobility. He also didn’t care much for continuing the family line. Sure enough he cared for the people and lands in his earldom. He took his responsibilities as an Earl quite seriously. But he could not and would not betray himself and lay with a woman only to beget an heir. Thus, the Earl threw himself in his work, even hampered by his health as he was, suffering from asthma from a very young age. He never allowed this to trample his spirit of adventure.

When the Earl was twenty-nine years old he ventured into one of the smaller Eastern European countries that were none the less teaming with ancient history. It was there that he met the daughter he never dared dream of having. The girl had just lost her parents to poverty and famine and had not Richard taken her in, she would have probably suffered the same fate soon after. Thus began the new life of little Elena Docheva as Ellen Pelham, Countess of Yarborough.

The Earl doted on his adoptive daughter, the bond between the two of them solidifying with every single day. Little El received everything she’d been missing in her earlier life. Opportunities on top of the basics like food, clothes and shelter. Richard spared no coin to give his daughter the education she wanted and deserved. And Elle was a bright child and took to her lessons with hunger and fiery enthusiasm. She was a healthy and active child and while the Earl regretted not being able to join in on her physical fun, he made sure Elle had tutors in all sorts of physical disciplines the child found interesting, like riding, swimming, fencing and even eastern martial arts.

The Earl and his daughter grew closer and closer with the passing of time and Elle always travelled with Richard whenever he would venture out of his home country to his next adventure. So when the time came for El to receive her formal education, she already had a good amount of practical experience her peers in school lacked. The fact that she was nobility, even if adopted, helped grease the wheels of the patriarchal educational machine and Elle sailed through her higher education but still expending twice the effort any of the other students put in.

Even with her formal education in Anthropology and Linguistic Anthropology El was never really accepted by her male peers as a serious scientist and scholar, but they could not deny her her field work as she did not need their approval or funding to conduct that. Thus she became known as a Relic Hunter and Tomb raider more than an archeologist or anthropologist, regardless of the fact that her findings always found their way into museums whereas the findings of her esteemed colleagues tended to find their way more often than not into the hands of their filthy rich backers. Even more so when their discoveries originated in small and poor countries that didn’t have the political clout to fight for their historical heritage and were hungry for the bribe money.

Ellen didn’t mind her reputation if it meant history would not be lost in the private vaults of greedy old geezers who knew nothing of culture and ancient history but liked the status that came with owning treasures from long lost civilizations. To deny them their satisfaction El was prepared to undertake even to most dangerous and risky of adventures.

Tombs & Treks: A Pulp Roleplay

Yes, I too shall get to work on my girl

D&D 5e - Titan Hunters

After Lonett's attack was denied so nonchalantly by Krusk, she watched in horror as Divna fell stricken to the ground yet again. The ranger made a move to approach the Orc leader, now completely enraged, just as a chain lightning was let loose by one of her companions and the orcs revealed their cowardice and turned tail and ran. Oh, no, you don't! Lonett thought and sought to foil Krusk’s plan as she recognized his attempt to teleport out via a scroll he produced from a satchel on his side. However her reaction was off by seconds and the pompous pretender fled with no reparations to be made for the havoc that he wroth with his empty demands and desires.

Lonett rushed to her fallen companion just as the elder Kethan was once again one step ahead of her, healing her mighty friend and bringing her back from the brink. "Your precious aid is yet again most appreciated, Master Kethan!" The ranger uttered with a slight catch in her voice, her words muffled by her war mask. She dropped to her knees, depositing shield and javelin on the ground, and wove her arms around Divna's neck. "Silly beast!" She murmured mock angrily. "Don't do that ever again!" Lonett chastised. She then stood up letting the owlbear do the same and laid a hand on her beak. "You are a mighty beast! I know. But these are not the enemies we two alone would normally encounter. Please, promise me you'll be more careful. Less impulsive." Lonett peered into Divna's eyes pleading, but at the same time not.

The hulking beast screeched and squawked indignantly for a moment or two, but then acquiesced with a far too perky for her current condition peck on her human's head. "Ow!" The ranger grumbled, but accepted the lovable gesture. "Sit and rest a while." Lonett directed. "I have some business to take care of." She continued as she started to survey the battlefield in search of a nice, unspoiled puddle of orc blood. A sample of the orcs' blood would help the team with a possible Orc Hunt later on. Should they survive this mission they were about to embark on. I will survive! Lonett promised herself vehemently. If only to teach that pompous Orc a lesson or two about humility and priorities! When the ranger found a spot on the ground that carried what she was almost positive was an uncorrupted sample of orcish blood, she gathered an ounce or two in a vile and stashed it into her bag of holding.

She stood up and looked about the ground in search of anything else that might have been left there by the interlopers. Finding nothing however she surveyed the courtyard and pinpointing the slight form of the gnome artificer perched up on a stone arch, she simply walked up the wall until she joined Scrapmouse. Sitting herself near the gnome she gazed down at Divna resting on the ground, observing the movements of the humans around her. "I almost lost her today." Lonett muttered in a pained voice. "And this mission we're about to undertake is going to be even more dangerous than this silly fight with a petulant, megalomaniac Orc." Lonett looked at Scrapmouse. "I wonder if I could interest you in a cooperative crafts and arts project. Something that would allow Divna to be more effective in combat against more durable and resilient foes. Please, think about it. I would certainly appreciate the help. I know my way around weapon crafting. But when it comes to imbuing them with magic... Well, I'm afraid I'm a rank amateur." At that Lonett stood and once again walked down the wall as if it was nothing.

Her feet on solid ground once again, the ranger looked about to see if the Duke was anywhere near as she had a boon for him for the hospitality that he and his sister had extended to her and the other heroes in the party. Yet, oddly enough, the Duke was nowhere to be found. Strange! Lonett thought, approaching the former Duchess instead.

"Lady Ada." She began uneasily, lowering her mask. "I... I m-made something for you and your brother..." Lonett reached in her bag of holding once again. This time to withdraw the carving she'd produced last night before going to bed. She offered it to Ada almost timidly. "I-it's a small token of my gratitude f-for your hospitality." Lonett looked away, feeling immensely uncomfortable with the situation she'd put herself into. Why again had she decided to carve this as a gift to the Twin Dukes knowing all too well she would have to present it to one of them as a gift? Divna produced a quiet hooting sound that Lonett knew perfectly well was equivalent to laughter. Yeah, yeah, laugh at me why don't you! She commiserated. Well, at least I get to give it to the sister, rather than the brother. Lonett thought and immediately went crimson, looking even more uncomfortable if at all possible.

@The Grey Dust@JBRam2002@Guardian Angel Haruki

Mechanics

Survival Orc Blood retrieval = (19)+9 = 28
Woodcarving check for Mavros house sigil carving = (20)+3+6 = 29

D&D 5e -- The Lost Children

*ROAAAAAAAAAAAR* I'm a monstaaaaaah!!!

D&D 5e -- The Lost Children

@Guardian Angel Haruki A big ol' 13 Please, roll low

D&D 5e -- The Lost Children

@rush99999 I suppose, you're turn ><

@Guardian Angel Haruki Should I roll Intimidation?

D&D 5e -- The Lost Children

Safira snarled as Bernie let loose another dagger towards Warren and pommeled the chief bandit in the face without a second's hesitation. She heard Warren's pained grunt just as the butt of her scimitar was making devastating contact with Bernie's teeth. The brittle implements could not withstand the force behind the blood huntress' drive and a loud crack echoed within the camp. The lightning encasing her blade transferred via the hilt of her weapon and zinged the brigand’s skin, making all the hairs on his body stand. Safira observed with dark satisfaction as Bernie's eyes widened in shock.

"I said quiet, scum!" She growled. Her forehead came crashing down on Bernie's nose to get her point across more saliently. "Now yield!!!" Her voice burred low but ominous, as she watched the Captain of the bandits spit out tooth after tooth, his eyes watery from the headbutt he'd received. "All of you!" Safira menaced, squaring the two newcomers with a dark gaze.

Mechanics

Safira attacks Bernie yet again, hitting with a 21. She deals a total of 10 damage (9 slashing and 1 lightening).
Unfortunately the doper is still standing with probably like 1 health or something . She will try one last time to Intimidate him into yielding and surrendering.

D&D 5e -- The Lost Children

@Guardian Angel Haruki I'll have a post up in some hours