Themerlinhawk

Winds of War (A Nordic Dungeons and Dragons Adventure)

I was actually referring to the Mechanical component Flaw from unearthed arcana. Because while Tyr's weapon is a longsword I think for an Orc it would be more appropriate to wield a Bastard Sword one handed. So if you allow Flaws I'm going to make him one handed and use the extra feat to give him exotic weapon proficiency with Bastard Swords so he can wield them one handed.

Winds of War (A Nordic Dungeons and Dragons Adventure)

Sounds excellent. do you allow flaws? I'm thinking of making my Orc one handed, even if you don't allow flaws, I probably still will make him one handed.

Winds of War (A Nordic Dungeons and Dragons Adventure)

Oh I have mythweaver. Just a lovely site, so what is your prescribed roll for stats?

Winds of War (A Nordic Dungeons and Dragons Adventure)

Sorry added stuff to the post ex post facto

Winds of War (A Nordic Dungeons and Dragons Adventure)

Interested. Btw good man with the Dread Necromancer. Love the class, hate my players when it comes to it lol

Okay I'm thinking Orc Cleric of Tyr, I can have the Character done today but I was wondering you'd be willing to equalize the Orc's stats from the 3.5 manual since they actually take a hit on stats all total. If no, that's cool I'm still sticking with the Orc I was just curious if you'd be willing to tweak the race so it isn't taking a -2 total stat.

Blood Lust: Eternal Night

haven't a clue but going this long without a post from a creator is never a good sign

Essence of the World: The New Age [CLOSED]

lol he got blindsided by it. Literally. More importantly the come back and hang over are going to be amazing

Essence of the World: The New Age [CLOSED]

Lazarus is caught up.

Essence of the World: The New Age [CLOSED]

Lazarus- The Academy- Midday

Lazarus dropped the cat. It was unintentional. He hoped the cat would forgive him, it really shouldn’t blame him. He was currently engaging in a battle for his sanity. The cat would understand, if it didn’t. Lazarus didn’t really care, he had bigger problems. In his curiosity he’d gone back to actively sorting through his perception of the Essence in the room and when Mistress Hazumi had addressed him by his Title he’d immediately whipped his head to see who the melodic voice belonged to and it was like getting hit by a freight train, a freight train traveling at speed approaching the sound barrier.

Lazarus was actually quite proud that he didn’t drop to his knees and hold his head. Or let his jaw drop and drool. Or start gibbering like a maniac. He managed to shut out his Essence sight, after the little glimpse he got of Hazumi through it, unprepared. It was like intimately knowing a force of nature. Lazarus blinked and shifted his sight back into the real world and felt like he got punched in the gut as he took in Hazumi for the first time. Gorgeous was a good word to describe her. It didn’t quite do justice but it was a good try. Lazarus fought with his own mind trying to get a handle on some very human responses and the experience he had just had viewing Hazumi is such a way. The image sent tremors through his psyche and he could feel it cracking. He managed to acknowledge her curtsy with a nod of his own as she departed. Finally he grabbed Esperacchius and forced Essence into the spells guarding his mind. They held the pieces of his mind in place while he sealed away the image of Hazumi through his essence sight deep in his subconscious.

With a shake of his head Lazarus looked around. Hazumi had departed to attend to something else. He was about to pull his Essence sight back into focus when he thought better of it. Better to absorb the image of Hazumi through the sight first and let his mind adjust to the information it had received without a filter. Lazarus was convinced that the human mind had very few limits but it was also like stretching. If you pushed it too quickly, it could tear and it took a very long time to heal and sometimes it never fully healed. Lazarus knew that all too well, and while his mind could take in far more than the average human he knew that there were things that could still damage it if he wasn’t very careful. That being said he had the strangest urge to follow Hazumi. He stood mulling it over. Maybe he could find a drink first.

The drink was easy to locate. Lazarus had found a chair too. Fancy that. He’d lost track of the cat and the other entities observing him, but he didn’t really care. Alternating between sipping from the scotch he was holding and trying to slowly and very carefully re expose himself to the image of Hazumi through his Essence sight. Like a person being exposed to early morning light he carefully scratched away at the barriers he had erected around the image. As he peeled back the barriers it was like a camera flash when you came out of a dark room. It hurt like hell for a few minutes as he let his mind adjust to it. The scotch helped, he suspected he’d also need a dose of some sort of pain killer after this too to quell the rising headache.

Normally he’d have waited till he was somewhere with less distractions and more booze but he was too intrigued by Hazumi to wait. A small part of Lazarus piped up and volunteered that perhaps he wasn’t use to be being caught off guard by anything and that forcing himself to come to terms with the image was his way of compensating for a moment of weakness. His ego quickly beat the thought into silence even if it did make Lazarus pensive.

After another scotch and about twenty minutes of work he’d assimilated about sixty percent of the image and figured that was enough for now. Maybe now it was time to see what else was going on around here. While Lazarus could certainly dance, play and sing it wasn’t really something he did in public. In fact come to think of it he hadn’t danced since Kathleen had died. With that he stood and started through the crowd singing under his breath so against the tune already in the air, the snatches of the tune that he sung were an irish tune called the Star of the County Down. It always made him think of Kathleen

Blood Lust: Eternal Night

Here is my preface. I like interesting characters and so you may find that my characters push at the boundaries of RPs. If you don't like him please let me know, but because of the intended effect of this character it may be hard for me to "fix" parts of it but I will try. Otherwise I can scrap it and try again, that's not a problem because I know my characters almost always push the boundaries.

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Name: Marcus Octavian Caelius (Marcus of Rhodes, Marcus Giovanni, Marcus the Unbroken)

Family: Giovanni.
When the Byzantine Empire fell Marcus consolidated his power in Milan right under the nose of the Vatican. Marcus changed his last name and formed the Giovanni Family in Milan. For the next several hundred years Marcus’ family would stand on the front lines of the war with the Church in Italy. While many members of the family bear the last name Giovanni there are also other families that have been brought into the fold under the banner of the Giovanni last name. Members of the family that do not bear a family name when they are transformed change their last name to one of the family names under the Giovanni banner to represent their affiliation (or if they are planning to spy on one of the other families within the Giovanni family).

Marcus has allowed the families within the Giovanni family to maneuver against each other politically over the last several centuries as he believes that this infighting makes the family stronger and that it teaches the members no one can be trusted and its better to be safe than sorry. While to an outsider the Giovanni family may look divided due to the rivalries that fester within it. Those who are faced with the united front of the Giovanni under the leadership of Marcus know that the family closes ranks very quickly and effectively against their enemies.

At its height during the dark age, middle age and renaissance The Giovanni fought the Church in the political and military arenas. This battle came to a head with the formation of the Roman Inquisition. The Giovanni family suffered greatly at the hands of the Papacy and their Inquisitors which would reduce them from twelve great families to a meager five remaining under the name Giovanni. To end the war Marcus faked his own death and dispersed the families throughout Italy to hide and grow in strength once more.

In the middle of the 17th Century Marcus returned to Italy from an extended stay in the Middle East and Eastern Europe. Marcus announced his return by murdering the Archbishop of Milan and leading a group of new vampires who he had sired in the Middle East and Eastern Europe on a purge of the remnants of the Roman Inquisition in Milan. The two new groups would form the basis of two new families within the Giovanni family bringing the living families up to seven and the total member families to fourteen.

Over the last hundred and fifty years the Giovanni family has slowly rotted from within as the Churches Hunters close in around the family slowly cutting down the families numbers. Several of the families border on extinction as their numbers have been reduced severely. Marcus has withdrawn to his stronghold in Milan and the family has been left in a holding pattern until their leader makes his move.

Familial Political Support: Moderate, Marcus believes in taking the fight to the Church which he has been doing since the founding of the Church and it’s consolidation of Power in the Vatican. However Marcus is old and stuck in his ways and believes that tradition knows best.

Appearance:

Marcus

True Age: 1,954

Blood Lust Affinity: The newly dead. The Giovanni family suffers from this to varying degrees, The older members tend to be drawn to older dead and are drawn less powerfully. The opposite is true for the younger members of the family. Younger members are drawn to the freshly dead. As a result the young members are prone to frenzy in combat as their lust for the newly dead fuels their frenzy.

History: Born in 42 BC right before Augustus rose to power as the last Emperor of Rome Marcus was born on the Mediteranean Island of Rhodes while it was under the control of the Roman empire. Marcus was born into one of the Roman Noble families and was trained as a philosopher, musician, Soldier and eventually as a spy for his Family.

Marcus was turned into a vampire soon after Augustus lost power in Rome. Marcus does not remember his sire however he suspects that he and Vivian may share a common sire somewhere along the line however he is clearly not a member of the Dracula family.

Marcus quickly learned that he was drawn to the blood of the dead as well as the living however as he aged his tastes began to vary and his powers grew as well as his political power in Italy. Marcus took it upon himself to create a family soon after the fall of the Byzantine empire. In order to hide from the rapidly growing church he consolidated his power in the city of Milan, this was also when he changed his last name to Giovanni. While it was dangerously close to the Holy city of Rome Marcus figured it was the best place to start a family as Milan was less closely watched by the Church. After battling Hunters for centuries and finally losing several key battles
Marcus dispersed his family to go seek more knowledge about the vampiric curse.

Additionally Marcus brought a family of Gypsies and a family of Moores into the fold of the Giovanni banner. With his new allies he declared war upon the Church once again by murdering the Archbishop of Milan and placing one of his thralls in the Archbishop’s position. With that Marcus launched another blood crusade against the Church doing battle politically as well as in the shadows with knife, poison and fang Marcus reminded the Church why they rightly feared the Vampires. Unfortunately Marcus lacked the resources to wage a protracted war against the Church as a result his family stands on the edge of extinction yet again. While his lieutenants the heads of the various families wait patiently Marcus has disappeared into seclusion within his stronghold of Milan. What he is waiting on no one knows.