Author Topic: Chaynce Baldu'muur (Read 2532 times)

merlin34baseball · « **on:** October 24, 2007, 06:00:08 PM »

//////Character Submission for posterities sake//////

Name: Chaynce Baldu'muur
Race: Human
Age:18
Align: CG
Diety: none
Class: Fighter/Wizard

Stats:
STR: 14
DEX: 12
CON: 14
INT: 16
WIS: 10
CHA:10

Chaynce is the son of Creighton Dallorius, fallen paladin of Toran, and Tyrian Baldu'muur, Evoker and Innkeeper.

Born to Tyrian eighteen years ago he has little memories of his father. His father left to help the poor and downtrodden when he was about six or seven.

He grew up living with his mother and Exodus Stonecutter. Exodus turned into a defacto father figure to him, teaching him the ways of blades and battle as a youth. Tyrian used to come home to all manner of destruction with Exodus and Chaynce rampaging through the house.

Chaynce also learned dwarvish from Exodus. During their rampages of the house Exodus refused to speak anything but dwarvish as he taught him battle tactics. Chaynce was at first confused by his "uncle" but over the years came to be fairly fluent in dwarvish, especially all words linked with battle. Chaynce even started answering his mothers questions in dwarvish just to get a bit under her skin.

Exodus decided one day to return to his homeland, and Chaynce again lost a father figure. Chaynce was devastated by this turn of events.

His mother did not know what to do with him as she was off at the Twin Dragon Inn taking care of it alot of the time. She tried to take him with the work, and did so frequently, but Chaynce was causing a bit to much mischief with the cantrips she had taught him.

One thing they did work on and enjoyed doing together besides the teaching of minor cantrips was speaking elvish. Tyrian wanted to pass on the little bit of elven heritage that she had, as her mother was a teacher, so they started simply, naming things in the Inn in elvish such as mops, bottles, musical instruments, coins, beds, equipment in the store etc. His learning in both elvish and dwarvish grew as he spoke with the residents of the Inn and the customers in the shop and at the bar in their native tounges when he could.

Chaynce also lived with three drow children that Tyrian took in upon the deaths of their parents, so he is very racially tolerant., looking past skin tones and such, to find the inner person in people.

She decided that the best place to send him was to a boarding school in Spellgard where his enthusiasm for magic could be channeled in a bit more structured way. At the age of twelve she took him there and he has been there since. His mother visits frequently, to see Chaynce and to visit with the head master when he lights something on fire that he's not supposed to.

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Chaynce's time in Spellgard was generally a happy one for him. He enjoyed expanding on the knowledge that his mother had taught him. As well as teaching some of his fellow students lessons with wooden swords out back of the school.

Generally he is a happy person, showing compassion for others, but he also has a bit of resentment against authority as his life has had many ups and downs from the two father figures he had leaving him at a young age.

The final turning point and the reason he is leaving the school in Spellgard is that him and another boy got in a fight, a real fight, after he hit the other boy a bit to hard while teaching the other boy sword play. The head master had had enough of Chaynce's antics behind the school with wooden swords and didn't think he was concentrating enough on his magic studies.

He was expelled from school, and set out to find his way in the world.

Tyrian finds out upon visiting the school that her son has been expelled, but Chaynce left no word of where to find him. Chaynce wanted to set out on his own free of authority and anyone at all telling him what to do.

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Elven and Dwarvish Ear:

Tyrian, knowing that the elven in her blood would not pass on much to her son began teaching him elvish as a baby. She read nursery rhymes in elvish as well as common to her son.

Exodus, who watched Chaynce much of the time when Tyrian was out doing things where Chaynce could not come along, began to teach him dwarvish as he taught Chaynce in the ways of weapons as a youth. Exodus was stubborn that the only proper way to fight was the way of Vorax, and therefor only dwarvish could be spoken during training. It started with basic battle commands and the words for arms and armor.

Chaynces father Creighton, who was an honorary Stonecutter, knew dwarvish as well and also helped Chaynce with dwarvish. Creighton taught him more common words and phrases not associated with battle, until the day Creighton went away.

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//this is taken from Creighton's CDT//

*awakes early again to Chaynce pouring grape juice slowly onto his head...comes out of the bed laughing, the boy smiling and running down the hall*

"Can't catch me, Waazk'ah!" He shouts, laughing as only a child can.

"What did he call me?" Creighton thinks, gathering himself from the bed with his half-grin and pursuing the boy to the kitchen, where after a few moments of horseplay *broken up by the gruff but gentle Exodus "Stop tearin' up me howse, ye bloody wreckin' crew!"*, the pair settle at the table to eat what Exo himself prepared (most likely not wanting to clean up another mess).

*After the meal, Chaynce belches heartily (as only a dwarf could teach) and smiles at Creighton*

"I know you have to go, Waazk'ah, just like mommy," the boy's bright eyes hold his father much like those of his mother, "So be careful, OK?"

*Creighton assures the boy he will with another ruffle of his hair, and Chaynce bounces down the hall to his things.

He raises a brow to Exodus*

"What is that he keeps calling me?"

*the Stonecutter grins, a twinkle in his eye*

"E'en he don't know th' meanin', naught yet he don't...but 'tis whut I told 'im 'e should call ye".

* Creighton squints his eyes a bit, studying Exodus with good-natured suspicion*

"Is that so?" he asks, mirth in his voice.

"Azoa, lad," Exodus replies, the twinkle still in his eye, but his expression earnest.

"'Tis 'father'."

*Creighton sits still for a moment, not knowing where the tears in his eyes have sprung from, looking at Exodus smiling a genuine smile to him*

"Soon," Exodus continues, "the time will come fer 'im to know, an' I just wanted 'im to have a good start to 'is learnin'."

*Creighton rises and smiles at his old friend, no words necessary as the dwarf nods to him...glances in to see Chaynce playing happily, the makes his way out the door*

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As he became older and began to travel to the Inn with his mother they began to have naming games on the way. One would point to an object and he other would say the word in both elvish and common, with Chaynce adding a dwarvish word here and there to frusterate his mother in an impish way.

As Chaynce spent more and more time with his mother after his father left he began to attempt conversations with the patrons of the Inn in elvish. He delighted in speaking elvish to customers who were obviously not elvish, and pretended he knew no elvish when he was addressed by an elf, or when listening in to their conversations. He would speak dwarvish to elves, Elvish to halflings, etc. just to get a rise out of people and go merrily skipping off after he frustrated them enough. It became a game for Chaynce, deciding which languages to fess up to knowing and when.

Chaynce became quite fluent in the three languages, Common, Dwarvish, and Elvish. This fluency was cemented at his school in Spellgard, where they helped polish up his language skills.

To this day though, he doesn't let people he meets know that he is fluent in Dwarvish and Elvish, unless it is absolutely necessary. He would rather listen, pretending to be ignorant, and getting a feel for people by what they say in conversations that they think are private.

merlin34baseball · « **Reply #1 on:** November 29, 2007, 02:36:54 PM »

*Chaynce trudges from Spellguard to Hempstead in hopes of finding a job to earn some coin for armor, with a nasty skunk bite on his leg. He mutters about vengance with an axe and the skunks head on a pole when he saves up for the blade*

merlin34baseball · « **Reply #2 on:** December 19, 2007, 01:42:42 AM »

*opens the journal and writes*

Where to start...

Thankfully I've made some friends, lets see

*makes a list*
Jaigan, an archer and a sneaker
Sil, a beautiful woman but maybe has too many "Cuties" on her mind
Krell, an odd man into that silly Rofie god
Bear, Abigail's boyfriend
Abigail, a pink haired girl my mom helped give birth to
Elgon, can turn into a snake!

I'm forgetting people but I'll write another list on the morn.

I am getting better at my craft. I can cast all my spells wearing my plate but I think I am reducing my effectiveness as a wizard by doing so, but what else am I to do? I can enchant my weapon now, making it as good as iron and flame the blade. I am almost... almost untouchable in battle, but I don't seem to do enough damage. Perhaps I need to train with my blade a bit more. Perhaps my stilled hand motions just need more work. The plate mail gets in the way sometimes but I have over come most of that.

*yawns and puts down the quill*

merlin34baseball · « **Reply #3 on:** December 26, 2007, 09:43:31 PM »

*opens the small journal and writes*

Well I have grown a bit in power, I can now cast second circle spells while in my full plate. Eyebrows raise when I tell people I am a wizard, many don't know what to make of a wizard in full plate. I have thought of taking up some lighter armor and trying my full knowledge of spells in battle, but I am a bit afraid of letting my comrades down should I fumble with the spells. For now, I am a wizard in full plate.

Many interesting things afoot as of late as well. I was struck down by a bloody vampire. She knelt over Bear, about to go at his neck, me, bleeding to death, then I charged. I would (and did) die before I let an undead feast on a friend.

*closes the book leaving the quill next to it to write again after an ale at the Inn*

merlin34baseball · « **Reply #4 on:** December 28, 2007, 12:32:49 PM »

*opens his journal*

I'm looking for a monestary. Women are just plain mad. I thought bloody vampires were mean. Seems the woman I spent a nice evening lied to me about Sil. She told me Sil and Lance were... a couple, I congradulated them, trying to be nice and got put through the ringer. I have to find this Jaelle and ask her why in the world she would lie to me. I mean Sil is... well Sil, but still I liked the lass well enough. And Jaelle is well... it seems Jaelle.

Hells.

*closes the book looking frusterated*

merlin34baseball · « **Reply #5 on:** December 31, 2007, 02:22:10 AM »

*opens the journal*

Well, no vampires today, just another woman.

Met a woman who told me she was an aspiring smith. So I decided to try and well, inspire her by getting her copper and tin to work with. We had a nice trip to Silkwood with Arthur and Lara.

Hanta made me a nice copper dagger that I'm going to give to Jaigan now that I enchanted it with light so he can ditch those smoky torches.

I enchanted Miss Hanta's armor as well, and made her glow.

I still havn't seen Jaelle either. I really want to ask her why she lied to me. The day ended up so well with her but then I find out she lied to me. I just don't get it.

I still havn't seen Sil either since she was yelling at me. I suppose I should appologize, but for what? I really didn't do anything wrong. Hells I was trying to be nice and congradulate her.

Maybe the monestary is the place for me.

*laughs and closes the journal*

merlin34baseball · « **Reply #6 on:** January 02, 2008, 02:26:15 PM »

*opens the journal*

Seems I am destined to walk the road alone, by my choice it seems.

Lance confided in me that he is in love with Sil, well he didn't say love but I got that impression. He asked me if I had feelings for her, I told him no, no sense in me meddling in someone's love.

I saw Sil later in the day, she seemed to be done being mad at me, but for Lance, I was standoffish with her. Seems the right thing to do. I just can't make sense of what I wanted with her. She started calling me Cuty again right away, like her screaming at me never happened. Oh, well, tis Lances problem now I guess. I just need to stay out of way.

I have been leading expeditions to the cold north. They seem to be fairly successful, besides the occasional death. The "send Chaynce running at the kobolds" plan seems to work well enough, I suck up all the missles then the rest of my party charges and lops off heads.

I have been thinking of lightening my armor and trying to cast more of the spells I know, but I am just to comfortable in this plate. Seems not many can touch me in battle, but, alas I hit too infrequenty for my tastes, though when I do hit something they tend to explode. Perhaps more training with my weapons is in order.

I need to find a job as well... being poor is getting to me.

*closes the journal*

merlin34baseball · « **Reply #7 on:** January 13, 2008, 12:19:15 PM »

*opens the journal in the back room of The Scamps*

Well, I spoke with Miss Jaelle, and it turns out it was all a missunderstanding, she misinterpreted what Lance told her. Sheesh I went through a lot of grief for a simple misunderstanding.

I met her at Palden Lake and we spoke for a long while, seems something else was bothering her as well, but she cared not to discuss it. I gave her the pitchfork I had been carrying around for her in case of a puppy attack when I wasn't around to protect her. At least that got a smile out of her.

I also at the very end of our conversation gave her the purple roses that I had been carrying around in my pack for her. A sad sight they were, one of the heads of the roses even fell off as I was handing them to her. The crumples state of the flowers didn't seem to matter to her, she said she would dry the flowers and keep the petals. She gave me a kiss and thanked me for the night we had in Hlint. She seems a troubled woman, and I find in my heart the desire to help her, to try and make her happy.

I have been spending alot of time up in the cold north perfecting my skills with my blade. My magic protects me well there, I just wish it wasn't so bloody cold. I have heard stories of goblin calvary there, and I think I will seek them out to further test my skills.

I have now given up I think on the thought of lightening my armor and casting more spells, as I acquired a set of bronze full plate at a good price. I hope this doesn't come back to haunt me in my later years.

*closes the book and drifts off to sleep in the lumpy bed*

merlin34baseball · « **Reply #8 on:** January 24, 2008, 04:01:46 PM »

*he awakes in the morning, surprised to find Sil snuggled next to him and quietly takes out his journal*

How can love feel wrong? I feel as if I have betrayed a friend for a woman, and it doesn't sit well in my gut.

Sil finally decided to make a decision, though, I am sort of at a loss as to why. I became frustrated with her and told her to jump in a lake and suddenly she decided that I was the one for her.

I have given her a small ring, a token of, at least us making an attempt at seeing if we can really be together, time shall tell I suppose.

We found Lance yesterday, by the lake at Stormcrest. The man looks a shell of his former self, and it pains me deeply. I shall go and seek him out again this morn, ready to take whatever he wishes to deal my way. If I can't make some sort of amends with him I do not know what I shall do.

I have deep feelings for Sil, but... I do not know if I can ruin a man for a woman. I have had thoughts of disappearing, leaving and living in the cold north, but this feels wrong too, Sil pulls at my heart.

I am a man divided... between love for a woman and love for a brother.

*he quietly closes the book, pulls a slightly crumpled rose from his pack, lays it on the pillow next to Sil, kisses her forhead and sets out towards Hlint to look for Lance*

merlin34baseball · « **Reply #9 on:** January 30, 2008, 01:33:58 PM »

*wakes up early in the morning in the Krandor Inn with Sil snuggled next to him, goes and retrieve berries and hot water for oat meal*

Well, I can't decide wether my life is less or more complicated with Sil in it.

I seem to have made a bit of peace with Lance, that's for sure at least and that makes me feel a bit better. I know he is still holding his emotions in check, and I hope it isn't eating him up inside.

Life with Sil, is, well, complicated. I feel as if I am under constant scrutiny from everyone I meet. Hells everyone I meet seems to be an uncle, aunt, brother, sister, god mother, or some such. I hope I am living up to expectations, and if not, I guess there's not much I can do.

Waking next to her in the mornings is well worth the trouble though and she genuinly loves me. Why she does I havn't quite figured out but I guess I shouldn't ask questions like that.

*gets to work finding hot water for the oat meal*

merlin34baseball · « **Reply #10 on:** February 05, 2008, 02:32:11 PM »

*opens his journal trying not to wake Sil*

Well, it seems that we are going to attempt to rent a room together so we don't have to sleep in Inn's any longer. I guess it's the next logical step in our interesting relationship. It will be nice though to have a place of our own though, out of the bustle of the local Inns. I told her she had to do the dishes... don't know if she thought it was funny or not.

Sil and I enjoyed a nice time sitting on a rock the other day.

*smiles as he writes*

Though I must say... the rock was rather hard and I didn't have a cloak or animal skin to lay down for us to... sit... on.

I also found out that she was once engaged to be married. Really didn't bother me as much as I think she thought it would, as long as the chap doesn't come poking about I'm fine with it.

I am becoming a bit more comfortable around her family. She has convinced me that what they think really doesn't matter, and I hope this is the truth, since everyone seems to be related to her in someway or another.

We went and fought jumping cows, spore spewing mushrooms and the worst singing harpies I've ever seen as well yesterday. The silly cows killed two of our group in one spot, so we retreated from the hole and found some easier prey to practice on.

I worry about Sil though in battle, always running ahead, and I don't have enough magic to protect her as I can protect myself. Hopefully through further study I can remedy that situation. She just makes me nervous in her... little armor... and I don't want to explain to her family if she's ghostly walking about.

*closes the journal and goes to make some breakfast*

merlin34baseball · « **Reply #11 on:** February 13, 2008, 11:18:04 AM »

*opens his journal, warms his hands by the fire and writes*

It has been days since I've seen Sil. I finally told her I couldn't take the pressure anymore, after she broke down ranting about how if I asked her to marry me she was scared I would leave her. I really just don't understand, how in the hells would I ask her to marry me then leave? The woman confuses the life out of me.

I've been in this cave for several days, only going out to get wood and once to Mariners Hold to dye my armor black, black as my heart feels. The kobolds and I seem to have worked out an understanding, that this little corner is mine, so they don't attack as much anymore, but I still have to deal with them when I need to get supplies. The body pile outside the snow and ice wall I built seems to be enough of a warning, and thankfully because of the cold they don't rot.

I suppose it is only a matter of time before they come for me. I guess I can hope it will be painless, maybe Rain will just implode me quickly and get it over with. I'm sure they know where I am, perhaps I should move to another cave, or maybe to a desert, they might not find me there.

My heart bleeds, it's hard to tell one you truely love that you are done with them, it has hurt us both I am sure, but I just can't take it anymore. I had no time to myself, always under someones watchful eye. It was not how I ment to live, being the subject or scrutiny and sometimes ridicule, all because I opened my heart to another.

I sought the lonely road when I left Spellgard and, it seems I have achieved it. I dare not go back to Hempsted as I am sure the... watchers... are there. Perhaps Dregar, maybe I can start again there, blend in for a while, and get my head back on straight.

*sighs, closes the journal, throws a log on the fire, and opens his spellbook to study*

merlin34baseball · « **Reply #12 on:** March 11, 2008, 06:11:16 PM »

*opens the journal blowing the dust of his travels off of it*

Well, has been a while since I wrote anything.

I patched things up with Sil after the last episode. She swore to there would be no more drama, no more melt downs, that it was all in the past.

I found out a bit later that while I was gone she had stopped eating, and had even threatened to throw herself from the cliffs by Blackford Castle. Seems she forgot to tell me any of this and was waiting til things calmed down to tell me, like that wasn't saving drama for a different day?

I told her I was done, my heart was willing but my mind screamed no! So we are no longer together. I have not seen her in some time. I hear she is doing well, but now hates all men. Proves to me I was right, she is unstable, she is going to let what I did to her (what exactly did I do?) make her hate every man that walks the world.

I have gone back to being solitary which is nice, but does make me miss her company. Is it her company I miss or just the company of anyone? Tis hard to say.

Saw Jaelle on an adventure the other day, and I talked to her a bit about Sil, and how my heart said yes but my mind said no. She made a statement that made so much sense something like: "You reached out to hold her and found that your hand was gone". I don't know if those were the exact words, but close.

Well, I should get to finding Elgon and apologizing for leading him and I stupidly to our deaths.

*closes the book and tucks it in his pack*

merlin34baseball · « **Reply #13 on:** March 17, 2008, 08:42:31 PM »

*opens it again blowing a little less dust off it than before*

I saw her the other day, at the campfire in the Silkwood. I stopped to say hello, see if, well, we could be friends. She was with a woman though, and said they were fine, but at least she spoke to me. But she had a look in her eye, like she had to summon strength to speak with me. She even slammed her hand against the ground before she stopped stuttering and spoke to me. Perhaps that is what she needs, more faith in herself and less in others.

I stopped back by on my way back through to check and make sure they were alright. They were still sitting by the fire, peaceful like. I said my hello and wandered on.

Tis an interesting thing that pulls at me. On one hand I desire to be alone, and on the other for company. I seem to be able to defeat all manner of beasts alone, but when I bring others one falls and though I don't display the emotion, I feel horrible. I feel like I led them to death, even if I'm not in charge of the trip.

Which in the end, this loathing of seeing others fall drives me to a solitary existance.

Is it right?

*closes the book*

merlin34baseball · « **Reply #14 on:** June 05, 2008, 03:37:40 AM »

*enters a room in the Inn In Hlint and takes out a quill*

Bloody hells... Rofies, Rael followers, what has my life wrought? I play ignorant yet I know much.

I saw the great Heirophant today, my mother shall be pleased he is still about. She told me the stories about the Silver Vein as a youth, and now I have seen the man with my own eye.

I seem to get deeper and deeper into trouble each day. I do not mean to, be there is one thing and one thing only paramount in my mind and that is this...

I have a calling... a rather strange one, but a powerful one. I am no longer a paladin of myself.

I am a Paladin of my Friends. I will kill for them. I will die for them. I will reek death and destruction across the lands if a friend is in need or in danger without reguard for my own life.

I am...

*looks at the page before he writes the words*

A Paladin.

A Paladin for the good people I have met, a paladin for the true people I have met and traveled with. A Paladin of no god, no temple, no faith. A Paladin of earned trust.

But... I still walk the road alone.

*looks at what he wrote long and hard before he closes the book and goes to sleep*

merlin34baseball · « **Reply #15 on:** June 21, 2008, 05:49:42 PM »

*opens the journal and writes a few simple words*

Bloody Rofies and Toranites.

*closes it going to sleep trying to figure out how he can deal with them both... the names Anne and Aesthir roll off his tongue in his sleep*

merlin34baseball · « **Reply #16 on:** July 09, 2008, 02:36:09 AM »

*opens the book as he watches her sleep*

I might be going back to my cave. I might be building the frozen dead kobold hut again, but for another. She says I have to face the eyes out though so they don't watch her sleep.

*he chuckles softly*

I don't know why people dislike her so, well perhaps I do. She can be abrasive, abusive and rude, but when we sit and talk... we are so together in our desire to be alone.

I must now seek Aerimor, and I really don't know what to do when I find him. He killed her and Miss Elohanna... Thank the non existent gods that the healers could raise the three of them.

I have had another encounter with the bloody law. all I did was refuse a kiss.

*he inserts a copy of his letter to Quantum*

Dear Ser,

Miss Elohanna prompted me to send these to you. They are copies of letters I sent and received from the temple of Toran in Llast.

http://forums.layonara.com/rumour-ha...orn-llast.html

While I realize my tone is a sarcastic one in the letters, I wrote the truth. If you have any additional questions for me Lance Stargazer, knight of Toran always knows where to find me and he also witnessed the events that I wrote about.

If I can be of any other assistance in the matter please have Lance seek me out. I'm sorry but I have been delt with harshly by this Anne, a representative of the Toranite temple and am distrusting at the moment. I have taken the time though to speak of you to several people who assured me that you were a just and fair man.

Signed,
Chaynce Baldu'muur

*he closes the book and goes to find fresh fruit for her to lay on the nightstand for when she wakes*

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merlin34baseball · « **Reply #17 on:** July 22, 2008, 02:31:05 AM »

*opens the book*

I am an idiot.

*looks at what he wrote and reads it again nodding*

I am an idiot.

How can I think she's cute...

*closes the book after looking at what he wrote one more time*

merlin34baseball · « **Reply #18 on:** August 27, 2008, 02:09:07 AM »

*makes a few quick notes as he looks about the room in the Temple in Llast*

- how have I come to be sequestered in the Temple of Toran

- why do I think Anne Ravenwind is a vampire

- and if she is how can she walk in the sunlight

- where is the Shiney Palm

- why do the vampires know my name

- why does the one tell me she is my worst nightmare... Mrs. Baldu'muur

- how can Lance be getting married to Ell

- how can those I care about fall in battle when I am present

- why can I not shut my mouth when I know its for the better

- how can I still think she's cute

- where is all this going

- how can I stop praying to myself

- is there a bigger horses behind than me

*he closes the book thankful for a good nights rest*

merlin34baseball · « **Reply #19 on:** November 12, 2008, 02:18:00 PM »

*opens the dust encased book*

Well... I'm alive again. No thanks to those I went with, they left me for dead, but I shall remember their faces.

I worry for Miss Daniella. Seems she has had some trials and tribulations that... *sighs* I was not there for. *tilts his head a bit before he writes* I know there is no future for us, but why do I continually find my thoughts focused on her? Why does someone who *laughs* can't stand me occupy so much of my mind?

Lance took me to his house the other day, and I met his child. Well not his child but his charge. The lad was a bundle of exuberance with his wooden sword. It was good to see that Lance is making his way in the world, even though I got a good jab in about him being a rich paladin.

*sets the book down and thinks*