[cbnicholson]

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Full Name: Daniel Peotr
Age: 20
Class(es):Fighter
Race:human
Subrace: (If Any)
Alignment: n. good
Deity:
2 Domains (if cleric):
Bio/Description:

Middle son of three and born to merchants, Daniel's only choices for a life of his own was the clergy or sell sword. As the piety of the local priests left Daniel somewhat puzzled, why live in poverty when wealth was as easy as moving goods from here to there? Life was good working for his father, but there had to be more to it than the accounting of woolen goods, arguing with local dyers and sheep herders over prices and quantities. It might suit his oldest Brother, Stephan to cloister himself in with books and ledgers, some day father's modestly successful wool trade would be his. Daniel's youngest brother, Benjamin, who had the song of magic in his blood, acceptance into a far away college two years ago left Daniel with no one. Benjamin's absence and the loss of the entertaining illusions made the long days of cart driving from the shearers to the dyers monotonous and dull. Daniel, a realist by nature, hoped to see more of the world than the south end of his father's draft horse, Rogar. Daniel craved adventure! Hlint promised that chance. Perhaps the local militia needed a good sword hand? Even the slaying of vermin would be preferable to such tedious duty. Old Jack, the local magistrate, had even shown Daniel a trick to or two with a his rusty shortsword. At least enough to appear competent with it and scare away potential bandits and thieves that sometimes waylaid merchants. Yes, Daniel was ready. His father had already reluctantly given his blessing with two conditions - Daniel must try his father's trade for two years and second - Daniel must send word of his whereabouts whenever possible. The first condition was met on his 20th birth year and as for the second, a solemn promise to send word was all that was required. Tomorrow was the day his new exciting life was to be lived. His bag, packed to bursting with a good set of clothes, a small sword, bow and some 20 odd arrows, a sturdy Peotr wool blanket, and enough biscuit and water for 5 days, sat next to the door.

edited to correct certain names for consistency and spellign mistacks, I hate those.

Edited by cbnicholson 10/26/2006 11:10 AM


Dear father and mother,

I finally made it to Hlint last night. Strangely the journey to was mostly uneventful, but for the dream of the dragon. The dragon seemed.. determined to have my help which I freely gave. Unfortunately, as the fates will be cruel, I lost most of my gear upon waking and had it replaced with some strange objects that I seem unable to use in any sane fashion. I shall strive to endure with what I have, but oh, for a good stout bow and arrows instead of this near useless crossbow and bolts.

I met a singer of songs, a bard, and another person named Zweck last night. I, being new to town, asked for directions and both seemed happy to help, but alas my impatience got the better of me and I ran off to find trouble in my own time. Trouble I found. Just north of town, I ran into orc, two falcons, and a rabid skunk!. I ran for my life after being blasted with skunk scent, the stench nearly did me in. The falcons swooped and pecked and the orc loosed his arrows at me shortly thereafter. I barely made it back to town alive father! Lesson learned - Fellow adventurers required for excursions outside of town. My funds are diminishing, the local cleric, while skilled, demanded 100 gold to heal my wounds. I was wont to pay it, but did for relief of the burning the skunk essense did to my wounds. I shall strive to do better. I have a goal now - given to me by a guard - return with the ears of 5 goblins. I shall attempt more adventure in the eventide after a brief rest.
The Gods of good bless and keep you both safe,

Your son, Daniel.

//adding some Ooc context, my choice of speech patterns gets more confusing later on and I can hardly tell what I was thinking after a bit of time from the writing. I will try to clarify some things here . First, this is my first persistant world character ever. All of it is new to me, from the commands to the emotes to the player interaction stuff. I struggled mightily to do the simple task of bartering at first. Daniel as a character is about as unorganized as one can get. I started his creation with the idea of being a flexible fighter and or Archer. His Str was an above average 14, not great, but ok. A dex of 16 to help his armor class out in the lighter armors and to help with his bow work. A con of 15 for hit points. The rest are all tens, no benefits, no penalties either. My skills and feats are all mixed up to. I think I took improved initiative and toughness out of ignorance more than any strategy. My skills were Parry (mostly useless) and healing (very useful)and discipline (somewhat) and lore. I played a simple fighter to keep my play simple, but get more than I bargained for later.