11/24/99 18:09:35
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- 03/05/99 23:28:19
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Terran Halfmoon - 02/19/99 02:48:21
Race/Class: Human Mage
Age/Sex: 20 old Male
Physical
Description: A thin gaunt man with a pale complexion and onyx eyes. His unruly pale blond hair gives him a faint golden tint sometimes in the light. His marble cut features give him a cold look, perhaps only because his skin takes the color of ice?
He's tall, and his black robes clasp around his frail frame like a second skin. The robe is so long that when he walks, it's almost as if his feet never touch the ground. The robe is fastened, on his left shoulder, by what looks like a silver coin with
halfmoon imprinted on it. There are no sleeves for his long slim fingers but they hardly are seen in any case.
Weapon of Choice: Magic
E-Mail Adress: lordterran@hotmail.com
Comments:
His childhood is almost a blur, he only remembers being hungry most of the time. The life of a homeless boy marked him by his complexion and small frame. At a young age he was using simple magic on his own mostly to distract a merchant or scaring the bu
lies from beating him. He learned to crudely channel the arcane arts by himself but he rarely used it because of the inquistors that were actively hunting all forms of magery. A struggling Magician found the boy and made him his apprentice. For a time,
he was happy and forgot his past until the inquisitors found the boy and his master. The master quickly gave him a grimoire and a few scrolls and teleported him to safety unfortunetly, the heat of the moment cause the spell to fail and landed Terran only
to the outside forest of the Mage Tower. He watched the only one who treated him kindly, be tortured. He could only watch him die in front of him at the stake. For some reason his legs wouldn't, couldn't move to help save his master. The only thing th
t Terran managed to save was his masters silver coin which he wears as a keep sake of him.
Desmond (Ratling for Dragon) - 02/15/99 04:53:47
Race/Class: Great horned Dragon Hatchling
Age/Sex: about 1.5 years/male
Physical
Description: Large, green horned dragon
Weapon of Choice: Teleporting above people to smash them with his full 24 tons is his favorite ploy. We has only fang, claw, and flame.
Items of Note: Has no possessions
E-Mail Adress: acratius@hotmail.com
Comments:
Desmond was a simple egg almost ready to hatch in the Old Kingdom lowlands until four ratlings found the egg. The ratlings hoisted the egg on a giant cart to truck him to a local alchemist to sell him. The ratlings, having barley any knowledge of dragon e
gs, were unaware of the closeness to hatching that the egg was. They were taken completely by surprise when the egg suddenly cracked and a long, green, horned, scaly head emerged. One of the ratlings pointed at him and screamed "DESMOND!!". The hatchling,
ignorant of ratling-speak, took this as his naming and took to calling himself that. The ratlings realized that they could no longer sell the egg to the alchemist, but also realized that the dragon's bones wold fetch a hefty price. They attacked the fresh
y emerged wyrm. Ratling fur proved highly-flammable, and four average ratlings with basic weapons proved to be no match for the dragon. A group of adventurers nearby heard the racket, and stopped to investigate. The dragon introduced himself with his newl
acquired name. The group's mage took an immeadiate liking to the dragon's cheerful demeanor and asked the giant child to join the group. As I write this, the character is second level and one of my favorites.
Incredible site! I've never seen one nearly this good. It's good to find someone familiar with Palladium's RPGs who recognizes any of the other games than just Rifts. Thank you! I love your artwork and your character sheets. I'm extremely impressed. P
ease keep up the great work! I'm looking forward to visiting this site in the future and finding more great stuff!
Devik Archer - 02/12/99 03:40:36
Race/Class: human/Diabolist(3rd level) and summoner(1st level)
Age/Sex: 16/male
Physical
Description: brown hair, brown eyes, 5'8''(and growing like a weed) 115lbs, all elbows and knees
Weapon of Choice: "Drakestooth" a longbow carved from the teeth of a great old wyrm, holy relic of the ancient form of the dragonwright cult
Items of Note: a sketched copy of the symbols left on the floor of one of the only remaining Great Old Ones temples in the Old Kingdom mtns.
E-Mail Adress: Ythakaah@AOL.com
Comments:
When the man he called "Master" and "Father" died, Devik left from the farm they had lived on in the Old Kingdom lowlands and came across the party of an Elven noble. It was traveling with this man, who later revealed himself to be not only a great horned
dragon, but the enchanted child of Styphon, that Devik came to know that he was a child prodigy, possessing such a high IQ that he learned things almost faster than he was being taught. When his friend, the dragon, moved on to take his place in the panthe
n, Devik left Palladium to study magic at the college of mages in New Lazlo on Rifts Earth
Brodus Kess ("Deadeye Longtooth" in wolfen) - 02/12/99 00:19:30
Race/Class: Wolfen/Longbowman (9th level)
Age/Sex: 34/male
Physical
Description: Dark grey and tan fur, 7'8'', 245 lbs., A large pure ehite patch of fur over his right eye
Weapon of Choice: Drakerest: longbow constructed of the wingbones of a hatchling dragon that he killed as a right of passage
Items of Note: Arrows of the Elements: 20 for each element, each with it's own special effect and damage
E-Mail Adress: Ythakaah@AOL.com
Comments:
Passing through, my friend. There is a decided lack of places for those of us interested in PFRPG can go. Thank you for providing a quality site.
until the final battle,
Brodus
Kyle Lightbringer - 01/27/99 15:31:02
Race/Class: Human Wizard
Age/Sex: 28 year old male
Physical
Description: Wiry, long blond hair, blue eyes.
Weapon of Choice: Mother's Longsword (Holy weapon)
Items of Note: Cloak of Shadows, Ankh Amulet, Demon's Gate
E-Mail Adress: LordMephisto@collegeclub.com
Comments:
Kyle (formerly Kyldynar the Green) is a hunted man. After winning a war with his own father Gandez the Nightbringer, Kyle found himself disgusted with the Guild's inactiveness during the deadly conflict, and took other actions aginst them, leading to his
eing thrown out. Wanted for questioning regarding the Citadel by the Guilds, he currently keeps moving with a stolen Astral Ship. Someone else wants him dead... His friends Jareth, Matsirt, and Greencloud try to keep Kyle and his new wife Amaranth safe fr
m harm, but being the only man who can operate the Deomon's Gate, Kyle has no choice but to someday shape the planet. He only hopes to keep Amaranth and other innocents safe, and fully expects to die someday to meet these goals.
And his father is still out there somewhere...
For more details, see The Legacy at;
My page...
Sain Blackheart "The Shadow King" - 01/24/99 03:34:57
Race/Class: Dark elf/assassin(9th),Witch(5th)
Age/Sex: 125/male
Physical
Description: Ebony skinned and evilly handsome 6'4" 175 ibs
Weapon of Choice: "Blood Bringer" a greater Runelongsword
Items of Note: Leather of iron(300 s.d.c.!),cape of dimensions,and a Flying Broom
E-Mail Adress: jrob608250@aol.com
Comments:
Sain serves Absu a being of great power and evil,silimiar to the Great Old Ones.he is of Aberrant alignment but is extremely insane to to constant contact with force from beyond.Sain sees himself as a Dark Paladin of sort and goes about like a anti-hero
r dark vigalante.It is believed that Sain has been infected with some sort of vampirm from contact and "the Gift of Union" with absu.what he will become remains to be seen....
Sir Michel Astor - 01/19/99 00:15:02
Race/Class: Human/Knight
Age/Sex: 23/Male
Physical
Description: Handsome with Smirking Grin
Weapon of Choice: Broadsword call Drakestooth Dwarven made
Items of Note: Full Plate, Greater War Horse, & Kite Sheild
E-Mail Adress: gacrook@earthlink.com
Comments:
Knighted at 15 during a heated battle with his Lords greatest enemy. He served as a bachelor knight for the last seven years. He quested for several causes in his Lords and apon the death of the Earl he became a Knight Errant. He holds no ill will to t
e new Earl, whom he grew up beside but years of rivalary made serving in the new earl's household to difficult.
Techu Kentai - 01/08/99 19:32:31
Race/Class: 3 lvl Assassin
Age/Sex: 24 year old male
Physical
Description: Shaved head with ebony black pony tail which falls to his shoulders 6'5 185 pounds
Weapon of Choice: Shadow Strike; a Katana imbued with Shadow Magic
Items of Note: Ninja Trowing Stars and Tiger Claws {see weapons compendium}
E-Mail Adress: dark_deth@hotmail.com
Comments:
At age ten the orphaned street child met Zhentil Zabou. Zhentil, seeing the ferocity in the child took him under his wing and enrolled him in a school of Assassin's. For ten years the youth trained and excelled in the arts of death. Finally, the Dojo Mast
r had taught him all he knew, he was given a name, and a sword. Zhentil was pleased. He used Tenchu to fufill the most horrific and impossible assassaition jobs. Tenchu was the perfect killing machine: fear, pain, remorse, pity, all were emotions that he
did not feel. And so he would always succeed in his dark trade.
Martel the Blind - 01/08/99 15:27:23
Race/Class: Elvin 9th level warrior monk
Age/Sex: 65/male
Physical
Description: A wizend, short (5'8"), bald elf w/ a dragon head tattoo on top of his head. Over his eyes are the scars (burns) of the past battles witn Inferno, the head warlock of the Counsel of the Elements
Weapon of Choice: quarter staff
Items of Note: Dwarven leather armor
E-Mail Adress: draven_drakul@hotmail.com
Comments:
As the "Beloved Desciple" of Kray, Martel is the wisest, and most powerful among Kray's Black Walkers. Blind sence the age of 29 after the Battle of Eternal Darkness, Martel has proven that the eyes are more a hinderance than a benefit. Bent on the destru
tion of the presiding Warlock of the counsel, & the return of Cuthulu, Martel will stop at nothing to carry out the orders of the "Messiah of Darkness, Kray the Unholy."
Lucian Nok'Tarak - 12/23/98 06:16:26
Race/Class: Changeling / Assassin
Age/Sex: 39 / (Male)
Physical
Description: Lucian is not even certain of his true appearance. For as long as he can remember he has worn the guise of an Elf as his primary appearance. That form has a black braid which falls to his lower back, stands 6'10" and is exceptionally at
ractive. His clan's tribal knot is tatooed between his shoulder blades. The knot is also engraved on a silver pendent which Lucian always wears. Usually favors dark colors. Prefers a combination of hard and soft leather armour.
Weapon of Choice: Dwarf forged Bastard Sword and Short Sword
Items of Note: Leather of Iron Armour. Appears as a combination of hard and soft leather.
E-Mail Adress: Nok_Tarak@hotmail.com
Comments:
Shortly after Lucian was born, his parents were hunted down and killed by a mob of ignorant farmers. Before they died, they hid their child among the roots of a huge tree. Fortunately, an advanced scout for a Merchant Caravan discovered the child and br
ught it to the caravan master. The caravan master - an Elven wizardess - and her mate - an Elven Knight - had wanted children for many years, but had been unable to conceive. Out of desperation, the two took the child as their own. The Elves were able
o keep the infant hidden until it (he) was able to master his shape changing abilities enough to assume and maintain an elven form.
Lucian grew up among the caravans and saw much of the world. As soon as he was able, Lucian begged his father to teach him to use a sword. Lucian's father, along with Garreth - the scout who had discovered Lucian - began to train the eager youth in
the ways of battle. Lucian's life was happy and filled with the adventures a child craves.
When Lucian was about seventeen years old, his parents caravan was attacked. Despite the valiant efforts of the caravan guards and the magical prowess of Lucian's mother, the caravan was overrun and nearly every member was slaughtered. Once again L
cian's life was saved by Garreth. Despite being sorely wounded, the scout managed to drag both himself and Lucian to a safe place.
When he awoke, Garreth explained to Lucian all that had happened. Garreth then went on to offer Lucian the only thing the young truly desired, a chance for vengeance. In reality, Garreth was a Shadow Master of the Tarak Noir, a powerful guild of as
assins. He posed as a guard to ensure that the caravan, which often sold "antiques" for the Tarak Noir, remained safe. Despite his initial horror, Lucian found himself hanging on Garreth's every word.
The Tarak Noir differed greatly from other assassins guild in many ways. Firstly, the guild would not accept any contract which they did not agree with - regardless of the offered reward. Secondly, the Tarak Noir held its members, or Shadows, to a
ery strict code of honor. Ironicly, many Shadows of the Tarak Noir found themselves working as bodyguards as often as assassins. Knowing this was likely the only chance he would ever have to avenge his family, Lucian agreed to join the Tarak Noir.
Lucian soon discovered that humans were extremely rare within the ranks of the Tarak Noir. The reason for this is simple, an initiate must train for a decade and a half simply to become a novice Shadow. Lucian poured his every bit of energy into t
aining for the next 18 years, exceeding all of Garreth's expectations for him. When his training was complete, Lucian was assigned his first mission. He, along with a few others, was to destroy an orcish witch who's minions had been attacking caravans n
ar the coast for decades.
Garreth knew that this was the same band which had destroyed Lucian's family, and knew it was time to honor his promise to Lucian. Within two weeks, the members of Lucian's party were ready to strike. The battle was short and brutal. In the end, L
cian took the witch's head, though both he and Garreth had been seriously wounded in the battle.
Since that time, Lucian has served as a Shadow of the Tarak Noir. The code of honor adheared to by the Assassin's guild was very much like Lucian's own, which made him more than willing to carry out whatever assignments were given to him. Currentl
, Lucian is usually travelling on his own. He is free to do basically as he pleases, provided it does not interfere with Tarak Noir business. Lucain currently lives more as an adventurer than an assassin, but is more than willing to take on any assignme
t provided that the target, and the money, is right.
Dhamon Whitaker - 12/15/98 01:28:48
Race/Class: 7th Lvl. Palladin
Age/Sex: 21 Male
Physical
Description: 6'1", 180 lbs., a total stud!
Weapon of Choice: Broadsword of Ostrogoth
Items of Note: Sheild of Humaki, Book of the End, Book of the Dead
E-Mail Adress: pemday@msc.net
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Shirka Arl Daragh - 12/10/98 16:38:15
Race/Class: Wolfen Paladin/Cleric of the Nothern Gods
Age/Sex: 38 years Male
Physical
Description: A broad wolfen of just below average height, rich grey-white fur, blind right eye, emerald green eye and always a stern look on his face
Weapon of Choice: Crimdrac, the Destroyer, a giantsize ancient broadsword, with an ornamented hilt and rune-inscibed scabbard. It has been in the familly for generations
Items of Note: Amulett of friendship, a golden necklace with a crosslike amulett (links the holder to the holders of the other amuletts)
E-Mail Adress: oeltjen@hrz2.uni-oldenburg.de
Comments:
Shirka was born in the time before the great war.
Born as a LongKnife, destiny soon brought him into the studies of the Wolfen Knighthood, in which his late father had already served. His faith for Od was undisputed and he became a paladin of his god.
As the war began, Shirka found himself doubting the motives of the wolfen empire and couldn't see all humans as enemies.
He struck out to find out more about them. On his travels he met many others and the fates entwined.
Soon, they learned that the Great War was not started by the humans or Wolfen, but that another dark force was behind it.
In a long campaign, he assisted in the defeat of the Arch-fiend Nikodemos and the vampire lord Tyrannus, whose dark alliance had threatened to bathe the continent in blood.
After many more battles, Shirka currently resides in a small barony of his comrade in arms, Sir Richard of Crumblehill.
Shirka is a good soul, although his absolute belief in his god can sometimes be hard to take.
He still suffers emotionally from the betrayel of his friend Redister of Byzantium, an elven summoner who betrayed him to Nikodemus forces.
Michael Corey - 12/09/98 08:13:30
Race/Class: Human / Level 5 Knight, Level 1 Thief.
Age/Sex: 26 / Male
Physical
Description: His light build has been described as befitting a
thief rather than a proper knight. The young knight’s short black hair
is perpetually untidy and his eyes are sullen giving most onlookers the
impression of someone in dire need of rest. But it is Michael’s silver
irises which are his most unusual features. To his dismay he has
startled more than one comrade by catching the light in just the wrong
way. His weathered and scared hands usually rest in the cool recesses
of a pair of armored gloves. He sports a worn black cloak embroidered
with a gray Celtic design along its edges and held by a small, circular,
silver clasp set with an image of a rose. Under his cloak he wears dark
leather armor, a pair of sturdy black pants and a pair of armored, knee
length boots.
Weapon of Choice: A heavy saber with silver inscriptions along its
blade. A dirty blue piece of cloth is tied to its hilt, and its blade
glows pale white when moonlight touches the blade.
Items of Note: A couple of daggers stolen from a member of an assassins guild baring the signet of the guild, armored gloves, a courier’s leather satchel a silver pendant depicting a rearing unicorn, and a set of divining cards.
E-Mail Adress: onetrueworld@hotmail.com
Comments:
Michael Corey is a dark and brooding man. He spends much of his time
traveling by himself unless he believes an area especially troublesome.
Even then he is hesitant to join any group not wishing to cast his ill
luck on anyone else without a serious reason. Through layers of somber,
rigidly controlled emotional barriers the knight is not truly unkind or
aloof, merely doubtful that others can understand him or what he has
been through. When push comes to shove Michael is more than willing to
aid fellow adventurers but if they insist on “feeding themselves to a
dragon” the foolishness is none of his business.
Prelude -
Michael has been the reluctant recipient of a rather unusual past.
While his story could have started out in a truly epic fashion and he
could have been whisked away from his royal palace and raised by adopted
parents for his own safety and that of the kingdom, it didn’t. He was
the son of a poor, abusive merchant who beat his wife and in turn beat
Michael. With only childhood memories of wormwood and a deep seeded
fear of his father in his heart he fled his home as soon a he was old
enough to use a knife to defend himself on the streets of the town. He
made sure not to take any money or valuables when he left his home so
his father would have no reason to try and find his freak child.
A strange boy barely the age of ten and with no means of supporting
himself Michael sought to find money the only way he could, by stealing
it. But to his dismay, he wasn’t very adept at thievery and soon found
his way to the town’s stockade. Finding himself in a damp, dark cell
with only the strange eyes of large rodents staring at him from the dark
Michael was quickly overcome with despair. And then, for the first time
in his life fate smiled upon Michael as a kindly officer passed by the
cell, saw the dirty child with shining silver eyes and took pity upon
him. The Lieutenant took the ragged whelp of a boy under his wing,
nursed him back to health and began training him as his page. Life
under the Lieutenant’s command was not bad and Michael slowly adapted to
his new life among the soldiers stationed at the garrison. His choirs
consisted of cleaning stables, grooming the horses and occasionally
getting to clean the soldier’s weapons. Michael spent his free time
avoiding the rest of the soldiers who thought of him varied from
“mascot” to “silver-eyed demon child”.
By the time he reached his eighteenth birthday Michael was nothing more
than a humble sword fighter at best but he decided that he had sat
stagnant with the distrustful garrison long enough. He exited the
garrison in broad daylight leading an old mare with a bundle of blankets
on her back and a saddle thrown over his shoulder. He told the bored
guards that he was going to give the ancient stead some fresh air and
they didn’t question this common choir which Michael preformed daily
anyway. This time however he did not return after the usual couple of
hours or ever again. With a shabby set of armor and a neglected sword
along with other supplies wrapped in the blankets the young knight road
off out of his conscription and into the relative safety of a nearby
forest. (As to the body of Michael’s story, I’m afraid its a rather
long and sorted affair so, for the sake of brevity, I’ll just leave it
for another time.)
Michael currently resides in a small, discreet town along the disputed
region of the Eastern Territories. He spends most of his time carousing
and trying to drown his troubles in the cheap ale of a local inn. His
most recent trials have left indelible scars on his psyche and left him
with terrifying visions and horrible nightmares which continue to plague
him to this very day. Seeking refuge from this torment Michael takes
the occasional job to patrol the disputed zone that lay between the
Eastern Territories and the Wolven Empire. While he usually finds the
company of mercenaries and professional soldiers to be distasteful at
best, he needs the money, if only to continue to lose himself to the
Abyss until someone or something pulls him out of his melancholy stupor.
Zylo Manheart - 12/04/98 22:38:52
Race/Class: Coyle/warrior monk
Age/Sex: 21/male
Physical Description: 7'6'', Wiry and well built
Weapon of Choice: Spiked gauntlets
Items of Note: none
E-Mail Adress: yeo@btinternet.com
Comments:
Zylo has led a different life to that of a typical coyle. Separated from a coyle raiding party at the age of 10, he eventually found his way to a human village where he was luckily taken in and raised by a priest of Hochner, who became his adoptive father
Then, at the age of 16, he travelled to a nearby monastery and began his training as a warrior monk. After five years he completed his training and left to make his way in the world. He was given his second name on the completion of training, to show how
different he was. Now, at the age of 21, he has joined up with a group of adventurers to fight evil and to show that not all of his race are malicious.
Jay - 11/27/98 06:31:47
Race/Class: Human/Minstrel
Age/Sex: 17/Female
Physical
Description: Skinny girl with red hair and a happy smile
Weapon of Choice: None
Items of Note: Lyre, Fife
Comments:
Hi everyone!
Thom Merilin - 11/23/98
23:20:09
Race/Class: Half-Elf/Bard
Age/Sex: Human=25/Male
Physical Description: Striking, 6'1", Light hair, Light eyes
Weapon of Choice: Dagger of Throwing
Items of Note: Dagger of Throwing, Bracers of Archery
E-Mail Adress: maw_laboratories@hotmail.com
Comments:
Despite his grand appearance, Thom is a cunning devious, and ruthless
man, if that he still may be. Through his plots of intrigue, many parties
have fallen to an.... untimely end. He does try to help, but that help is
always.... misinterpeted. He Carries a Longbow, fit for Elven Kind, and
is a apt magic user. Favorite spells are "magic missle", and
"cantrip"
Kray the Unholy - 11/21/98
15:30:35
Race/Class: Elf
Age/Sex: Male
Physical Description: Tall, semi-muscular elf w/ glowing black
eyes & long jet black hair
Weapon of Choice: A magical horseman's hammer (invisible)
Items of Note: Gauntlets of Darkness
E-Mail Adress: fett_fan1@yahoo.com
Comments:
This character is the High Preist of Chuthulu, who was put in a stasis
when the Greatest of the Old Ones was banished. Recently awakend after
untold millenia he has returned to gather the reincarneted souls of his
deciples & extract revenge on the reincar
ated souls of his banishers!
Staphlit Ramoses - 11/15/98
05:00:12
Race/Class: Human/Treasure Hunter
Age/Sex: 27/Male
Physical Description: 5'10, curly dark hair, scar on the left side
of his face, goatee, dark grey cloak, black trousers and boots, maroon
shirt, open at the front, medalion depicting a wolfhead around his
neck
Weapon of Choice: two concealed daggers, recovered from an ancient
burial ground and oddly resistant to damage or rust
Items of Note: He is very agile, and is thought to be quite
atractive by women, he is unprincipled
E-Mail Adress: uruguay_bob@hotmail.com
Comments:
Staphlit is the bastard son of a minor nobleman in an obscure kingdom.
Unsure of his posttionin life, at the age of 15, he stole into his
father's castle and stole money and some knives. Joining a small band of
highwaymen, he developed his skill of dagger
combat and concealment. He lived a more-or-less miserable life until a
traveler he had acosted mentioned that he was in search of a treasure and
would let Staphlit in on it if he would let him go and work for him.
Staphlit acepted and eventually discovere
a hidden treasure worth a fortune, after loading some of it on a wagon,
Staphlit's employer drugged him and left him to die. Staphlit survived
and eventually killed his former employer and took the money to finace a
series of expeditions that eventually
arned him a significant amount of money. Staphlit was uncontent with the
life of the gentry so hecontinually goes in search of new adventures or
treasures. He is currently inservice to a strange magician and in search
of a mythical hidden city.
Pietr Odonovitch - 11/15/98
04:37:11
Race/Class: death monkey
Age/Sex: male
Physical Description: Large, burly, buck-teeth, small, piglike
eyes
Weapon of Choice: lute
Items of Note: likes to play the lute and sing of his motherland,
he likes to eat pie
E-Mail Adress: raul_son_of_zeus@hotmail.com
Comments:
This is a guy who loves his big furry hat and his Roman-style sandals. He
likes to dance and his lute is made of metal with sharpened edges. He
loves his mommy
Alex - 11/07/98 03:15:38
Race/Class: Humman Zapper
Age/Sex: 20/Male
Physical Description: Long black hair and long trench coat
black.
Weapon of Choice: Silver enchanted sword+ Light saber
E-Mail Adress: hy.ellner@ns.sympatico.ca
Comments:
He is an exelent swordsman who is very resorseful
Sir Ceiro ta'Solumbra -
11/04/98 08:30:35
Race/Class: Elf / Palladin (4th)
Age/Sex: 48 / Male
Physical Description: 6'9" tall. Very Handsome. Long black hair
worn in a braid with a small braid in front of right ear. Piercing Green
Eyes. Compact,well musceled build. Usually dresses in dark colors and
always wears a small black and silve
sun-shaped medallion. Usually wears a dark grey cloak.
Weapon of Choice: Bastard Sword
Items of Note: Shadereaver: Magical bastard sword.(3d6+2 damage,
demon slayer, indestructable)
E-Mail Adress: mourngrym1@hotmail.com
Comments:
Ceiro is the only son of an ancient family of minor Elven Nobles. The
majority of Ceiro's family follows non martial pursuits, and it was only
with a very grudging reluctance that they supported his aspirations to
Palladinhood. His father (a Mind Mage)d
ed while defending a nearby village from a large band of orcish raiders.
Ceiro saw one of the orcs impale his father from behind with a spear, but
was too far away to save him. After his father's death, Ceiro decided
that he could not remain on his fami
ies estates. He commited himself to defending those who cannot defend
themselves. Many would say that Ceiro is ruthless and cold in battle,
but he will never comprimise his own code of ethics. Nor will he allow
helpless people to suffer if he can help
hem in any way. His uncomprimising demeanor and willingness to face
nearly impossible odds have nearly cost him his life on several
occassions. Some of those who have travelled with him for any length of
time believe him to have a death wish. They may
e right. Ceiro knows that someday he must return home and take his
rightful place as the head of his family, but he cannot allow himself to
go while he is needed elswhere. For now, he and his trained falcon
companion travel the land not knowing where th
y are going until they have arrived.
Ranver Zel Forlin - 11/01/98
05:59:07
Race/Class: Anceint Great Horned Dragon
Age/Sex: 8756/Male
Physical Description: A Huge Gloden Orange Dragon, with smoth jet
black horns adorning his head, back, wings, arms and hands.
Weapon of Choice: His own custom forged rune sword
Items of Note: Rune Sword, magical items, small non-descript
leather bags
E-Mail Adress: ranverzelforlin@hotmail.com
Comments:
Ranver learned the secrets of Rune Smithing during the last seven hundred
years of the great Elf-Dwarf war. His skills were honed by the creation
of many powerful and creative Rune Wepons. Among them, Death kiss, Death
Bringer, and Death Flame. He lost
any of his dwarfen freinds during the last years of the war, as many of
the Rune forges were raided and destroyed, their weponsstloen and their
creators captured and forced to make more. Ranver is the only surviving
creature that he knose that knows the
errible secret of the creation of these wepons. He consiseds it a
blessing, and scince the end of the war, he has make onlt three other
Rune Wepons, His, His mates, and one that was a gift to a traveler that
saved his life. Ranver has a taste for wine a
d is found most often in human form in the Island Kingdom Of Byzatium.
He is a noble beast and has rid the world of countless evil creaturs that
mortal men would have lost their lives had they fought them. He is a
noble creatur with a strong moral templ
te, he is slow to anger and will not kill the first person to cross him,
his vengence is not somthing ti scoff at, he will get his vengance to
people who wronged him, not thier families, but the person who was to
blame.
" I am the darkness, the light comes to me. "
he can be found in the palladium chat at
www.palladiumbooks.com/chat/
Miara Thunderfoot - 10/27/98
23:21:18
Race/Class: Centaur/Ranger
Age/Sex: 5/Female
Physical Description: A young centaur with long flowing gold hair
and tail. Her coat is paint, primarily white with some large patches of
dun coloring.
Weapon of Choice: Trident, secondary weapon is a long bow.
E-Mail Adress: avocet@utah.uswest.net
Comments:
Miara is a young warrior/provider for the Thunderfoot tribe of centaurs.
She is skilled in the art of surviving on the vast Ophid's Grasslands and
many other terrains. Although young she can put up quite a fight! (+12 to
damage with R.C.C. bonuses) She mi
trusts most humans and sub humans because she was captured by them once
and taken far from her family. It was only due to the intervention of
some fellow children (who are now her traveling companions) that she was
able to free herself. Now she roams the
ountry seeking adventure, and more specifically any trace of her clan who
seem to have dissapeared comletely.
Jayalon The Blue - 10/27/98
08:07:51
Race/Class: Wolfen Diabolist
Age/Sex: 20 female
Physical Description: A tall slender grey wolfen with black
streaks in her main and cover in black and red tattos wearing a blue
tunic.
Weapon of Choice: An alcametic Crystal spear with wards and
Alcemtic DragonBone sheild
Items of Note: Ring of Telepotation, And a book of screts
E-Mail Adress: Avadrea@aol.com
Comments:
Jayalon was the first born child of the most buiteful wolfen ever know.
Her mother was a Spearwoman in the Wolfen army and hoped her first
daughter would follow in her footsteps but Jayalon was week and sickly a
great disapointment to the warrior Female.
But what Jayalon lack in strength she made up in intelligence. At a
very young age she taught herself two things... how to run very fast from
her more pyshical and bullying siblings and how to read. This ability to
read witch was very rare espically in
a wolfen so young caught the attention of a Human Diabolist who tooke it
upon himself to teach Jayalon his trade. Jayalon become the first
recorded Wolfen Diabolist in history. She was latter asighened to a
rather industrail port town as advisor to the
enreal in stationed there. She felt that this was finally her chance to
prove herself to her distant mother whom never could understand her more
intellectual duaghter.. And thus started Jayalons journey to find the
exception and apprectation that she nev
r knew. The journey that still thrawts her today as she attempts and
fails to find a single true freand amoung her adventuring compains..
reptively she has reached out and reptively she has been burned.. soon
the reaching will stop. And the hart that bl
eds will turn to stone.
Donlar Symphon - 10/23/98
14:44:44
Race/Class: Human
Age/Sex: 26
Physical Description: Slight of build but very fair, Young foppish
boyish looks and charm
Weapon of Choice: Long sword and martial hand to hand
Items of Note: Lute of charm and bell of curses
E-Mail Adress: BARD6@HOTMAIL.COM
Comments:
NICE SITE GOOD SIR
Mountain Shadow - 10/23/98
02:25:43
Race/Class: Elf / Ranger
Age/Sex: 237 / Male
Physical Description: Tall, tightly muscled elf with long brown
hair and flaming violet eyes.
Weapon of Choice: Paired long swords.
Items of Note: Claw of Anhur, magic silver bow
E-Mail Adress: qball668@hotmail.com
Comments:
Great legendary elven ranger on the Palladium world. Bears a string of
impressive claws (many of them dragon) around his neck on a silver chain.
Renouned as a slayer of evil dragons, explorer of ancient tombs, and
world traveler. Garbs himself in magic soft leather and a long green
cloak.
Feywin Lithellon - 10/22/98
07:10:42
Race/Class: Elven/Soldier
Age/Sex: 89yrs/Male
Physical Description: field to short - see below
Weapon of Choice: Longsword/Main Gauche
Items of Note: Flawed Faerie Sword
E-Mail Adress: semi-333@ix.netcom.com
Comments:
For thousands of years , elves of the Lithellon line had long been
scholars, scribes, and occasionally mages. After most of his relatives
were killed by Coyles in the last Wolfen invasion, Feywin became the
first soldier in his family since the Great War.
With the exceptional physical and mental agility his family is reputed
for, he was also gifted with reasonable good looks. His scholarly life
however did little to develop any physical strength or endurance, and if
it wasnt for the great need of soldiers
uring the war, he never would have been accepted into the military. After
the Wolfen invasion finally subsided, he continued to serve loyaly and
eventually saved enough to purchase a commission as a Lieutenant. As an
NCO, and later as an officer, he comma
ded above average loyalty from the men under his command. He has on
several instances risked his life to save them. The last time his unit
was ambused and ordered to retreat, Feywin rode back into the ambush to
rescue a soldier whos horse was slain by arr
ws. His life took a drastic turn one day, when he followed several lights
he saw in the woods. They eventually lead him to a great thicket of
briars and thorn and eventually to a a large Faerie mound. Upon this
mound sat a simple laquered wooded sword. Wi
h the recovery of this sword and the defeat of its guardian, he was
surrounded by thousandes of Faerie creatures and pronounced their
champion. He soon discovered that his duties to the military conflicted
with his promises to the Faerie and reluctantly r
signed his commission to keep his word. In his first battle for the
Faerie, his discoved that all Faerie magics have a flaw, and his new
sword broke in the heat of battle. His eventual adventures with the Faere
guide Azrael (a wimsical female pixie), lead
him to the recovery of a piece of the stone of creation. Upon grasping
the stone he was taken by its will and only after fighting for his
identity was he able to drop it. The touch of the stone however
permanetly marked him for all to see. His entire body
is now covered with the scars of Druidical script, the apparent command
verses to use the stone. He soon turned the stone over to a faction of
Druids who were being prosicuted by the Order. The Lord of the realm
offered his protection and official sanctio
ing for the Druids in exchange for the use of the stones great power.
This eventually lead to the loss of the stone during a great battle in an
ancient Dwarven city. Feywin's current goals are the recovery of the
stone and fulfilling his obligations to th
Faerie. His appearance is that of an elf of above average height, with
long raven black hair. He had the druidical scars covering his body
tatooed black. He currently travels in worn chain armor and an old
military uniform(without rank or unit markings).
He carries the Faerie sword across his back, but is reluctant to use it
because of its flawed nature. Instead he relies upon his fencing skills
with the sword and main gauche.
Gabryel Shadowhand - 10/17/98
16:04:14
Race/Class: Human/Assasian
Age/Sex: 25/Male
Physical Description: Aglie build, shoulder lenght black hair
Weapon of Choice: Katana
Items of Note: Cloak of the Shadows
E-Mail Adress: jahobart@auroranet.nt.ca
Comments:
Very mysterious, wearing only black clothing, saying little, and very
deadly in combat.
Sir Sparky - 10/15/98
04:59:44
Race/Class: Wolfen/Soldier
Age/Sex: 25/Male
Physical Description: Towering Hulk of Mangled Flesh, almost no
hair left.
Weapon of Choice: Anything he can get his hands on.
Items of Note: Dragon Necklace of Dragonwright
E-Mail Adress: benzoate@tca.net
Comments:
His name is, was, OrTrock of the Village of Longtooth, in the central
north Great Northern Wilderness. His entire life he had been trained as
a druid until he was of age to make his decision. He decided on the
Royal Army. He had a promising carrier as
fine solider until one Sgt. Briel became his commanding officer after a
particular fierce skrimish with the humans. At this point OrTrocks life
disentrageted. He was a decorated solider, but one mix up with Briel
doomed him. Unknown to him at the time
briel was in league with the dark forces prusing his own interest.
OrTrock stumbled on to this one day and briel somehow found out.
At this point briel sent him on a suiced mission that ended him
face to face with a fire dragon. And so the begining of the Legend was
formed. OrTrock failed to defeat the Dragon, and barely escaped with his
life, however his looks did not surive.
Horribly burned, PB from 16 to 2, he recovered byhimself and returned to
camp. He was demoted for cowardance in the face of the enemy and was put
on the shite list. Two more encounters with fire and bad burns landed
him the nickname, Sparky, no one kne
what this was the start of.
Several months later, he was sent on a long patrol into a zone with
no human activity. This order being the result of embarrasment of briel
by Sparky in front of troops. The small band came onto hereto unknown
ruins which begged discovery. In they
went seven, out came three. Inside were four death traps. Again, Sparky
was badly burned by a fireball trap. However, he suceeded and was
rewarded a prize for his courage. Inside a box lay four items: A Lute, a
necklace, full suit of red plate armor,
nd a bracelet. Sparky chose the necklace.
The necklace: Forged by a high priest of the Order of Dragonwrite in
Acient times. Once adorned it cannot be removed until the wearer dies.
It grants the power of Fire Breath on mental command. Oh yes, the
legened of Sparky just took on a whole ne
meaning.
On the trip back he made a mask of black leather to hide his
horribly disfigured face. This mask was later to be made of Black Steel
by a Kobold Metalsmith.
Once again Briel held Sparky responsible for the death of over half
his squad. After a misunderstanding, Sparky accidently let go with his
fire breath and killed an evil wolfen. For his troubles he was deemed a
Fenry and crucified for purification.
his took several days of sever tourture. Being of normal flesh the
purification/excersism didn't work. So he was assigned to the Special
Forces along with Briel. Here the tension began and briel had sparky
accused and convicted of treason and he was se
t to aspecial prision camp in the Eastern Mountains. For a year he
rotted in prision waiting for the right moment. He escaped.
From here he began his search to clear his name and bring briel down.
he was knighted by the Dragonwrite church and has been questing for the
truth ever since. And in his travels he went to the Edge of the World
and back. Currently he has picked up
traveling parter, GnomeBo, a most michevious Gnome who gets into no end
of trouble. But the two have a common bond of adventure and Gnomebo
likes having the protection of Sparky while he provdies usefull
"activites". And the legend lives on............
.
Redburn - 10/11/98
22:41:22
Race/Class: Dwarf
Age/Sex: 67
Physical Description: of dark hair and cracked complection, one
eye other has a patch
Weapon of Choice: a large cudgel
Items of Note: seems to be smiling and scowling at the same
time
Comments:
anna'lyn fayth(greenhans) -
10/10/98 21:40:44
Race/Class: elven priestess- of Isis 10th. level
Age/Sex: 225/ female
Physical Description: Beautiful white hair long (to her waist)
very intimidating when angry. turquiose colored eyes,
Weapon of Choice: (magical)warhammer(s)
Comments:
Born in the small city of Smia, Anna'lyn was raised by the church of
Isis. During her adventures, Anna'lyn met and fell in love with an
elven male, Rufus Greenhans, a traveling tumbler, entertainment was his
life, until Anna'lyn
saved him from an evil cult who had killed his whole family of
entertainers. After many adventures, the 2 were married.
Leric Eclipse - 10/03/98
21:59:06
Race/Class: Elf Knight
Age/Sex: 78 Male
Physical Description: Large, handsome, Well proportioned.
Weapon of Choice: Basterd Sword
Items of Note: Holy Sword of Rurga, Dwarven Dragon Tattoo
E-Mail Adress: dmagill@thot.net
Comments:
Born with the mark of Rurga upon his left breast Leric wandered the lands
looking for his place in the world. Of excellent breeding and educated at
the best military schools the Western Empire had to offer, this now 78
year old elf grew to make enemies an
allies.
His quest took him to his love, but his noble family's inner turmoil's
shattered his brief peace. The west was left behind.
He hid from his pain, sheltered in a vapor of denial. Abandoned the west
for the lands of the orcs. There his was a warrior, slave, pitfighter,
and warrior once again and finally he became free of his bindings. Only
to face the bile of Yin Sloth. A great
urse of forgetfulness was weighted upon Lerics shoulders. Over the years
he forgot everything that he had learned. All but his gifts.
He had a mind for tactics and combat. Yin Sloth could never deter that.
From mercenary to lieutenant to captain and finally too general he
battled down the through the lands. At the side of Titans, against Dragon
driven armies Leric faired. Only his love
f Rurga and ignorance of the Curse of Yin Sloth staying his hand.
Then a single delivery to a long forgotten dwarf hermit let the first
shackles for the curse be undone. A gift of power he was given by the
Dwarven God. A mightily black dragon, that would grow in power as he did.
Now, long years after his first journey he has wandered the south and
waged wars of right and wrong. Evil sang a crooning song of feeble hope
and good shattered his understanding of justice. Only Rurga stayed Her
course.
A new wife, Victoria, joined him. Through her faith in Aco she helped
heal Leric of the dreadful curse that so burdened him. Through her he has
rediscover her children, even his grandchildren.
A sword of Rurga, Took Clemal, rests at his hip and a fabled suit of
Dwarven Plate shields him from harm.
His mind restored and soul cleaned Leric stands in wait, watching the
days, surviving the Timiro King and his fawning few.
Watch, for in the distance is the sign of Rurga. Goddess of the
World.
Flamesear Goldenhand - 09/29/98
20:54:50
Race/Class: kankorian/Ranger
Age/Sex: 19/male
Physical Description: Flamesear is a slight, even for a kankorian,
covered in red fur.
Comments:
Maven Shadeseer - 09/23/98
04:59:24
Race/Class: Human/Psi-Sensative
Age/Sex: 23/Female
Physical Description: Maven could easily be mistaken for a farm
girl. She is built in a Sarah Plain and Tall sort of way. She has long
reddish-blonde hair and soft hazel eyes. She wears dull sensible
clothing, usually made of leather and coarse fab
ics. She is alltogether sensible looking, but also with a dignified
strenth that can't be denied.
Weapon of Choice: Iron rod and throwing irons.
Items of Note: A necklace made of a leather thong and a small
stylized silver kestral with the air symbol engraved on one side and the
name "Draylen" on the other.
E-Mail Adress: avocet@utah.uswest.net
Comments:
Maven new from an early age that the Gods had given her a gift. From the
very beginning she could feel the evils that lurked about in the world
and an unstoppable urge to destroy them. Her family of simple farm folk
understood that she was different, and
ent her off to persue her own goals with thier blessing. Before long she
met up with a young Elvan air warlock. He was young and hansome, and
ultimatly too cocky for his own good. Maven knew they were living too
dangerously, but she was so inexperianced a
d the air warlock seemed to know exactly what he was doing; so she went
along with everything he told her. Eventually she learned the folley of
not trusting her gut instincts, for one day her companion made a mistake.
He tampered with a force so powerfull
so evil, that he was unable to resist it and gave up everything thing he
had to allie himself with it . . . . including Maven. She is uncertain of
what happened to him after he joined the "dark side," she knows only that
she cannot stand to think of him,
or be reminded of him in anyway. For a long time she tried to deny her
gifts and ignore the passionate stirrings in her heart; but to no avail.
Despite her mind telling her not to she has once again taken up the quest
of her soul and seeks continually to
estroy all that which would threaten the innocent and defenseless.
norain - 09/23/98 04:33:29
Race/Class: elf \knight
Age/Sex: 213 \male
Physical Description: white hair\6'5" \weight 169 \from,western
empire
Weapon of Choice: magic \claymore
Items of Note: two sets of clothing,boots,pare of glove's,belt,bed
role,back pack,two large sacks,two small sacks,a water skinand a tenner
box and a hourse
E-Mail Adress: grahamj@tenfowerd
Comments:
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