You Chose the Hero-Dwarf Edition, Dhavain Battlebeard
Jul 29, 2015 8:26:51 GMT -5
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Post by Dakarizon (Shroud) on Jul 29, 2015 8:26:51 GMT -5
((Hey guys, trying something different for a character. For anyone who is interested, there will be polls to decide certain traits of a character I'm going to make. I have the following things set:
Race
Starting Class
Alignment
... That's it. I don't know if it will be male/female. Where it will be born, and what it's stats will be like. This will be a fairly long process so if you're interested please follow along.))
Deep in the mines of the dwarven stronghold, the woman cried out in pain. It had been several hours into the childbirth and the young one was proving stubborn. The dwarven priest was hard at work, making sure everything was moving along and dodging various objects being thrown his way from the laboring female. Whispering blessings to the Soul Forger, he wipes some sweat from the woman's brow. He smiled kindly at her as he held her hand.
"I'm thinkin' yer child'll be a brave one... like the mother." He gave her hand a reassuring pat and went back to work.
A while later her looked up to her and grinned.
"Ye have me congratulations ma'am. It be a ...."
((Girl 5 / Boy8 ))
"... a lad.
The woman looked down on the small infant and held it in her arms a time later. The babies eyes were closed, deep in slumber. So young, yet it still had the rich blond color of it's father's hair. She smiled down at him. She knew he would amount to great things.
((Hair Color:Blond (Flipped a coin since it was a draw) ))
Years later, deep in the dwarven homeland of of Undercity of Sundabar in the Silver Marches, The young dwarf began his training....
(Homeland: Sundabar (6v) )
Like all young, still-beardless dwarves, he was taught early on how to use simple weapons first. After a few weeks of mundane safety lessons involving not spearing yourself with a blade, the dwarfling as asked to select a weapon from the rack and begin more focused training. As he looked over them, his eyes fell upon the shape of a sturdy-looking warhamer. He immediately took it in his hand and picked up a shield. After testing the weight, he gave a toothy grin to the instructor and stood in line.
(Weapon Chosen:Warhammer 10vote )
"Ah, th'ammer. An' honest weapon. Ye best do it proud." The old grey-beard said. "Whats yer name, boy?"
The young dwarf met the instructors eyes and said "Dhavain Battlebeard"
"Battlebeard's boy are ye? Well we be expectin' great things outta ye. Don't ye disappoint"
The young dwarf nodded and fell in line. His training in the dwarven under city would be a long and difficult road, but for the son the the late Battlebeard priest, he would meet every challenge...
((to be continued))
Race
Starting Class
Alignment
... That's it. I don't know if it will be male/female. Where it will be born, and what it's stats will be like. This will be a fairly long process so if you're interested please follow along.))
Deep in the mines of the dwarven stronghold, the woman cried out in pain. It had been several hours into the childbirth and the young one was proving stubborn. The dwarven priest was hard at work, making sure everything was moving along and dodging various objects being thrown his way from the laboring female. Whispering blessings to the Soul Forger, he wipes some sweat from the woman's brow. He smiled kindly at her as he held her hand.
"I'm thinkin' yer child'll be a brave one... like the mother." He gave her hand a reassuring pat and went back to work.
A while later her looked up to her and grinned.
"Ye have me congratulations ma'am. It be a ...."
((Girl 5 / Boy8 ))
"... a lad.
The woman looked down on the small infant and held it in her arms a time later. The babies eyes were closed, deep in slumber. So young, yet it still had the rich blond color of it's father's hair. She smiled down at him. She knew he would amount to great things.
((Hair Color:Blond (Flipped a coin since it was a draw) ))
Years later, deep in the dwarven homeland of of Undercity of Sundabar in the Silver Marches, The young dwarf began his training....
(Homeland: Sundabar (6v) )
Like all young, still-beardless dwarves, he was taught early on how to use simple weapons first. After a few weeks of mundane safety lessons involving not spearing yourself with a blade, the dwarfling as asked to select a weapon from the rack and begin more focused training. As he looked over them, his eyes fell upon the shape of a sturdy-looking warhamer. He immediately took it in his hand and picked up a shield. After testing the weight, he gave a toothy grin to the instructor and stood in line.
(Weapon Chosen:Warhammer 10vote )
"Ah, th'ammer. An' honest weapon. Ye best do it proud." The old grey-beard said. "Whats yer name, boy?"
The young dwarf met the instructors eyes and said "Dhavain Battlebeard"
"Battlebeard's boy are ye? Well we be expectin' great things outta ye. Don't ye disappoint"
The young dwarf nodded and fell in line. His training in the dwarven under city would be a long and difficult road, but for the son the the late Battlebeard priest, he would meet every challenge...
((to be continued))
