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Long time Guild member. 5-year Navy vet. Roleplaying since 2004 (MSN Groups, oh dang!). DMing D&D Since 2010 (3.5 until 5e was released, been doing that since then).
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I'm still stalking the thread.
Seems like few have gathered anywhere specific, not that they all need to be in the same room. Must be nice to have a mighty multiplying messenger man for these things.
Character Dump.
Working on streamlining this bit... Up and running soon.
Working on streamlining this bit... Up and running soon.
This is a D&D based roleplay. Not necessarily dependent on dice rolls, but you should be familiar with the stats, in order to give you a better idea of what sort of challenges your character will face. For example, if your character has a strength rating of 18 (which would make them far stronger than their NPC peers) and a goblin has a strength rating of 11 (which is still better than the average score of the typical commoner), your character should pretty easily overpower one.
Now, I won't bog you down in rules, but don't expect your character to waltz through a crowd of trolls in the nude, casually hacking and slashing until the horde lays dead (ish) at his feet. Odds are, you would quickly be torn apart and eaten in that situation.
But never fear, for death is not the end of the game. In fact, I often retire a character early, or intentionally sacrifice them at the most badass moment, just so I can come up with another one.
Anyway, you've already got your character. I'll go ahead and put our guys up for reference here, then get the IC up and going. Any pertinent stats (monster abilities, HP, etc.) will be posted at the bottom of the post that begins the encounter, and updated throughout, so you know when, and if, you have won.
Here is the skeleton for any future characters you may need (or want) to make.
Now, a lot of this is not going to apply right off the bat. I'll text or PM you if you want to know about any of it, but for now I'd just focus on the first few sections. If nothing else, your character sheet is already done, so it translates well here. The next post will be the character dump.
Sanctus was apparently favored by whatever gods controlled good timing, as he returned from a minor quest to the Legion Headquarters just as 6Speed made a sextuple announcement to the members.
"Good news, everybody!" He had said. The excitement was slightly contagious in Sanctus' case, as he had just returned from a visit to one of the many local churches whose services he felt obligated to attend.
When he had arrived on Earth, the Paladin had no idea what to expect. Probably one of the last things on his mind was the level of celebrity status he had attained, due to both his appearance and his abilities. Apparently, by human standards, he was considered attractive. And by religious standards, he was some sort of sign.
Sanctus didn't understand. Didn't they have Paladins on the planet before he arrived? He didn't even worship a particular god, he was devoted to the code of his order. Nonetheless, he was hounded by the various representatives until he relented on the grounds that he be permitted to leave if he deemed it necessary.
So far, no fewer than ten congregations had tried to promote him as some sort of proof of their ideology. No fewer than ten congregations now attempted to defame him because of the vehemence of his denials of those claims.
Sanctus didn't want to be in the spotlight. He didn't want to be a religious symbol. He just wanted to go home, for the most part, and to give aid to those in need.
Which was a distinction that was understood by the congregations he actually enjoyed visiting. It was less "You prove us right," and more "You set an example."
The whole situation actually helped him, to some degree. It allowed him to get a different perspective on the "superhero" business. He understood the fear and uncertainty of the common people, and was able to spread the positive image of the Legion as well.
Win-win, in his opinion.
"What is this good news, Duron?" Sanctus asked, grinning and removing the more formal pieces of his attire, holding them in the crook of his elbow until he could store them in his quarters.
"Good news, everybody!" He had said. The excitement was slightly contagious in Sanctus' case, as he had just returned from a visit to one of the many local churches whose services he felt obligated to attend.
When he had arrived on Earth, the Paladin had no idea what to expect. Probably one of the last things on his mind was the level of celebrity status he had attained, due to both his appearance and his abilities. Apparently, by human standards, he was considered attractive. And by religious standards, he was some sort of sign.
Sanctus didn't understand. Didn't they have Paladins on the planet before he arrived? He didn't even worship a particular god, he was devoted to the code of his order. Nonetheless, he was hounded by the various representatives until he relented on the grounds that he be permitted to leave if he deemed it necessary.
So far, no fewer than ten congregations had tried to promote him as some sort of proof of their ideology. No fewer than ten congregations now attempted to defame him because of the vehemence of his denials of those claims.
Sanctus didn't want to be in the spotlight. He didn't want to be a religious symbol. He just wanted to go home, for the most part, and to give aid to those in need.
Which was a distinction that was understood by the congregations he actually enjoyed visiting. It was less "You prove us right," and more "You set an example."
The whole situation actually helped him, to some degree. It allowed him to get a different perspective on the "superhero" business. He understood the fear and uncertainty of the common people, and was able to spread the positive image of the Legion as well.
Win-win, in his opinion.
"What is this good news, Duron?" Sanctus asked, grinning and removing the more formal pieces of his attire, holding them in the crook of his elbow until he could store them in his quarters.
Roger, wilco. :P
Have a Space Paladin! :D
Name - Sanctus
Alias - Paladin
Homeworld - 55 Cancri B
Appearance - Sanctus is six feet, ten inches tall, and weighs about 240 pounds. His golden hair reaches the middle of his back, and is usually kept tied back. His eyes, like his hair, are a vibrant gold color. His skin, no matter how much time he spends under direct sunlight, always remains very pale. His ears are very long and pointed, and there is a small golden mark at the center of his forehead, in the shape of a four-pointed star. He wears the white and gold robes of the order he belonged to on his home planet.
Age - 18
Powers - Martial Training, Divine Magic, Natural Healer
Personality - Quiet, Dedicated, Inquisitive
Brief Bio - Sanctus led a quiet life among his people, bound for the simple fate of a farmer or a builder were it not for the call that he felt within his spirit. When he answered that call, he found his place among the great holy order of his world. After spending many years in training, and attaining the title "Paladin" at last, a great catastrophe befell his world, and it's neighbor. In order to save his people, the entirety of his order gathered to weave a legendary spell. Unfortunately, Sanctus may never know whether or not the spell worked. At the critical moment, just after their spell began to take shape, he and several members of his order were cast through a gate between planes. When he regained consciousness, he found himself on a foreign world.
Notes - Sanctus is constantly seeking information about his world, and a way to return. His ultimate goal is to return, but he cannot turn away from the needs of people he sees on Earth.
Name - Sanctus
Alias - Paladin
Homeworld - 55 Cancri B
Appearance - Sanctus is six feet, ten inches tall, and weighs about 240 pounds. His golden hair reaches the middle of his back, and is usually kept tied back. His eyes, like his hair, are a vibrant gold color. His skin, no matter how much time he spends under direct sunlight, always remains very pale. His ears are very long and pointed, and there is a small golden mark at the center of his forehead, in the shape of a four-pointed star. He wears the white and gold robes of the order he belonged to on his home planet.
Age - 18
Powers - Martial Training, Divine Magic, Natural Healer
Personality - Quiet, Dedicated, Inquisitive
Brief Bio - Sanctus led a quiet life among his people, bound for the simple fate of a farmer or a builder were it not for the call that he felt within his spirit. When he answered that call, he found his place among the great holy order of his world. After spending many years in training, and attaining the title "Paladin" at last, a great catastrophe befell his world, and it's neighbor. In order to save his people, the entirety of his order gathered to weave a legendary spell. Unfortunately, Sanctus may never know whether or not the spell worked. At the critical moment, just after their spell began to take shape, he and several members of his order were cast through a gate between planes. When he regained consciousness, he found himself on a foreign world.
Notes - Sanctus is constantly seeking information about his world, and a way to return. His ultimate goal is to return, but he cannot turn away from the needs of people he sees on Earth.
Ruav'Tor was less than satisfied with his travel accommodations, to say the least. Dark, cramped, and positively riddled with sharp protrusions just waiting to tear a hole in his environmental suit.
Part of him suspected that his employers har made the arrangement on purpose. Intentionally stuck him on a piece of scrap tub so that he would harbor no interest in claiming it as his own. The bastards were clever.
When he finally reached the predetermined meeting point, irritated and cramped from his long, uncomfortable ride as a stowaway, he was surprised to see a krogan waiting there.
"Interesting..." Ruav whispered, looking at key points of the krogan's facial structure, setting pinpoints in a program installed in his suit. After a few moments, during which time he had tracked a mass of anchor points over the beings features.
"Aaand... Saved..." He said, stepping forward as he cleared his visor to get a better view. He approached the meeting point cautiously, making very sure not to appear threatening.
"I assume you're here for the same reasons I am?" Ruav said, turning to look at the turian guards at the door.
Soon enough, the door opened, and the group that had assembled was taken inside. He immediately took a video capture of the area and stored it within various redundant storage drives. It wasn't necessarily for any nefarious purposes. But he did like the layout, and might want to implement a similar design in some of his ships.
Part of him suspected that his employers har made the arrangement on purpose. Intentionally stuck him on a piece of scrap tub so that he would harbor no interest in claiming it as his own. The bastards were clever.
When he finally reached the predetermined meeting point, irritated and cramped from his long, uncomfortable ride as a stowaway, he was surprised to see a krogan waiting there.
"Interesting..." Ruav whispered, looking at key points of the krogan's facial structure, setting pinpoints in a program installed in his suit. After a few moments, during which time he had tracked a mass of anchor points over the beings features.
"Aaand... Saved..." He said, stepping forward as he cleared his visor to get a better view. He approached the meeting point cautiously, making very sure not to appear threatening.
"I assume you're here for the same reasons I am?" Ruav said, turning to look at the turian guards at the door.
Soon enough, the door opened, and the group that had assembled was taken inside. He immediately took a video capture of the area and stored it within various redundant storage drives. It wasn't necessarily for any nefarious purposes. But he did like the layout, and might want to implement a similar design in some of his ships.
I'll work on mine tonight.
Alaric was surprised at the extent of the survivors injuries. The assault on the temple had truly been a surprise, to have given the jedi no sort of foreboding sense in the Force. Not for the first time, the young feeorin had to admire the effectiveness of the clone training. And fear the detachment they had when it came to their orders.
He quickly assessed the jedi who volunteered themselves, or were volunteered by others, and quickly determined that they were severely underequipped for the severity of their injuries. He addressed Kraytan as efficiently as he could, removing any sense of familiarity from his mind as he looked over the injuries of his remaining allies. His extended family. Alaric needed to be cold, clinical. Objective.
Reaching into his own medical kit, he drew out a short, thick, solid rubber cylinder and stuck it between the man's teeth.
"I'm sorry, but this will probably hurt. I'm going to have to pull this shrapnel out, open the wound, and make sure that it didn't sever any arteries or major blood vessels. Bite down on this if you need to, and try to remain calm. If your pulse gets too fast, you could make it worse."
Not waiting for a response, he pulled a field cauterizer from his pack and held it between his teeth, before wiping his hands down with a sterilizing packet. Tossing the used packet aside, he pushed Kraytan back, opened his tunic to get better access to the wound, and got to work, spreading the edges of the wound apart until he could see the shrapnel that had lodged into his body.
Damn... He's very lucky... Alaric thought, concealing a look of shock by furrowing his brow and bending his head closer to the wound. A few more centimeters, and he may have had his intestines cut, which would have led to sepsis. The resulting infection would have been difficult to treat. On the positive side, it seemed that there were only minor blood vessels affected by the injury. The bleeding was bad, but he could fix it.
Getting a firm grip on the foreign object, Alaric began to slowly, steadily pull, trying to exactly duplicate the entry path so as not to do any further damage. It probably felt like hours to Kraytan, if he were not in a meditative state. As it was, the process took about a minute. Once the shrapnel fell free of the wound, he dropped it on the deck and went to work with the cauterizer, running the low-frequency laser beam over the inner surfaces of the wound quickly.
The risk of bleeding out addressed, Alaric pressed the edges of the wound together, pressed gauze against it, and taped it in place, before wrapping an elastic bandage around his torso quickly.
It wasn't the most difficult operation he'd ever had to perform, but only in terms of actual procedure. The situation was almost beyond his comprehension.
"Keep pressure on it. We'll have to see about getting you a blood transfusion later. For now, I'm going to give you a stimpak. Apply it if you feel like you're going to fall asleep. Jab it into your thigh, right in the thickest spot you can."
Standing and going to retrieve the medical supplies stored at the back of the LAAT, Alaric took a quick assessment of the wounded. His next patient stood out, lying in a pool of blood. He grabbed the supplies he needed, then hurried to her side, kneeling in her blood as he checked her for injuries.
Oh, I hate open fractures... He thought, seeing the bone protruding from her skin and sterilizing his hands again before touching up the bleeding with the cauterizer. Oddly enough, it looked as though an attemptd had already been made to do the same, although whatever tool had been used had been applied far too quickly and unsteadily. It looked like someone had pressed a piece of heated metal against the wound, but it hadn't been quite hot enough to do everything it needed to.
"Stay focused. Use whatever you need to stay awake." He barked, slapping the girls cheek a few times before lifting her eyelids with his thumb and checking her pupils. She had clear signs of a brain injury or a concussion, which made her consciousness an even greater issue.
He wrapped her leg in more gauze, making a note to address the fractures later, then slipped an air cast over the limb and popped the canister attached, which quickly inflated the sleeve to keep the bones in place. After the cast was set, he hit her with a stimpak and looked over her head for further injuries, quickly spotting a knot in the back of her head. Found the culprit for her head injury...
"You need to stay awake. I'll be back to check on you in a minute." Alaric said, putting a hand on her shoulder and standing, watching the second LAAT go down, moments before their own craft was swallowed in the bay of a larger craft.
As a pair of armored men, who were introduced as Sector Rangers, approached the LAAT, Alaric moved towards them, not entirely trusting, but hoping to receive some assistance with the injured.
"Corporal, are there any medics aboard this craft? We need a few more sets of trained eyes on our injured."
He quickly assessed the jedi who volunteered themselves, or were volunteered by others, and quickly determined that they were severely underequipped for the severity of their injuries. He addressed Kraytan as efficiently as he could, removing any sense of familiarity from his mind as he looked over the injuries of his remaining allies. His extended family. Alaric needed to be cold, clinical. Objective.
Reaching into his own medical kit, he drew out a short, thick, solid rubber cylinder and stuck it between the man's teeth.
"I'm sorry, but this will probably hurt. I'm going to have to pull this shrapnel out, open the wound, and make sure that it didn't sever any arteries or major blood vessels. Bite down on this if you need to, and try to remain calm. If your pulse gets too fast, you could make it worse."
Not waiting for a response, he pulled a field cauterizer from his pack and held it between his teeth, before wiping his hands down with a sterilizing packet. Tossing the used packet aside, he pushed Kraytan back, opened his tunic to get better access to the wound, and got to work, spreading the edges of the wound apart until he could see the shrapnel that had lodged into his body.
Damn... He's very lucky... Alaric thought, concealing a look of shock by furrowing his brow and bending his head closer to the wound. A few more centimeters, and he may have had his intestines cut, which would have led to sepsis. The resulting infection would have been difficult to treat. On the positive side, it seemed that there were only minor blood vessels affected by the injury. The bleeding was bad, but he could fix it.
Getting a firm grip on the foreign object, Alaric began to slowly, steadily pull, trying to exactly duplicate the entry path so as not to do any further damage. It probably felt like hours to Kraytan, if he were not in a meditative state. As it was, the process took about a minute. Once the shrapnel fell free of the wound, he dropped it on the deck and went to work with the cauterizer, running the low-frequency laser beam over the inner surfaces of the wound quickly.
The risk of bleeding out addressed, Alaric pressed the edges of the wound together, pressed gauze against it, and taped it in place, before wrapping an elastic bandage around his torso quickly.
It wasn't the most difficult operation he'd ever had to perform, but only in terms of actual procedure. The situation was almost beyond his comprehension.
"Keep pressure on it. We'll have to see about getting you a blood transfusion later. For now, I'm going to give you a stimpak. Apply it if you feel like you're going to fall asleep. Jab it into your thigh, right in the thickest spot you can."
Standing and going to retrieve the medical supplies stored at the back of the LAAT, Alaric took a quick assessment of the wounded. His next patient stood out, lying in a pool of blood. He grabbed the supplies he needed, then hurried to her side, kneeling in her blood as he checked her for injuries.
Oh, I hate open fractures... He thought, seeing the bone protruding from her skin and sterilizing his hands again before touching up the bleeding with the cauterizer. Oddly enough, it looked as though an attemptd had already been made to do the same, although whatever tool had been used had been applied far too quickly and unsteadily. It looked like someone had pressed a piece of heated metal against the wound, but it hadn't been quite hot enough to do everything it needed to.
"Stay focused. Use whatever you need to stay awake." He barked, slapping the girls cheek a few times before lifting her eyelids with his thumb and checking her pupils. She had clear signs of a brain injury or a concussion, which made her consciousness an even greater issue.
He wrapped her leg in more gauze, making a note to address the fractures later, then slipped an air cast over the limb and popped the canister attached, which quickly inflated the sleeve to keep the bones in place. After the cast was set, he hit her with a stimpak and looked over her head for further injuries, quickly spotting a knot in the back of her head. Found the culprit for her head injury...
"You need to stay awake. I'll be back to check on you in a minute." Alaric said, putting a hand on her shoulder and standing, watching the second LAAT go down, moments before their own craft was swallowed in the bay of a larger craft.
As a pair of armored men, who were introduced as Sector Rangers, approached the LAAT, Alaric moved towards them, not entirely trusting, but hoping to receive some assistance with the injured.
"Corporal, are there any medics aboard this craft? We need a few more sets of trained eyes on our injured."
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