The Campaign Builder's Guild

Since nobody else has yet come forward with a character aside from those three already posted, and since I have decided to delay my game till July at the earliest, I am reconsidering my interest. I'll have a character idea up later.

I am really enjoying watching these relationships unfold.  You guys are awesome, and this party/game is going to rock.  I give my full support to everything that has happened so far.

^_^

[ic=Kegain]A quiet boy who speaks but little. Kegain has learned to keep his mouth shut lest he attract attention, almost invariably negative, from the people of the village. His ready smile belies a pair of sad brown eyes. Though he has lived only eleven years, due to his heritage, Kegain easily looms over nearly all of the other boys of Tulainn. His hair, thick and black, is kept unusually short due to the peculiar diligence of his mother, Brites.

Kegain has no memories of his life before coming to Tulainn. When he was but a babe his mother arrived in the depths of winter, seeking the house of her brother, the woodcutter, Caedmon. Rumour quickly flew through the village of the strangeness of the child. He grew far too fast, his hair black as night, his skin dusky. Some whispered of monstrous blood flowing through the boy's veins. The talk soon grew to a fever pitch. That is, until one wet spring day. A man, drunk in the street, called out to Caedmon accusing him of harboring a monster in his house. Caedmon never said a word, but his beating of the man ensured that such sentiment would never again be heard aloud in Tulainn; at least, where Caedmon might hear of it.

Growing up in his uncle's home, Kegain was often ignored. His mother dearly loved him, and does still, but the soapmaking work she and her sister-in-law do is hard and the hours long, and has left her with little time to raise her child. His uncle rarely speaks to him, except to request his help felling trees or splitting logs. Kegain relishes this work, where he can use his strength to help his uncle and his family. When his uncle is not around, Kegain is often subject to the taunts and stares of his cousins, this has led him to wandering the village and the surrounding woods. The other children of the village treat him even worse, refusing to let him in their company or join in their play. Kegain often finds himself subject to sudden attacks by the other boys. Laughing, they surround him and beat him with sticks. Knowing his own strength, he does not fight back. He stands tall, enduring it in silence, waiting for their taunts and blows to end. If they do not, his powerful strides quickly carry him away from his tormentors.

It was after a particularly brutal ambush that Kegain lost himself in the woods, fleeing heedlessly away from his pursuers. Meandering listlessly, he came upon Wyrgan, crouched beneath a tall pine and staring intently at the ground. Kegain had never before seen him, but knew of Wyrgan from the talk of his cousins, who often mused on the relative aberration of the two boys in comparison. Kegain called out to Wyrgan, but received no response. Calling out again, he walked closer. Now standing over the boy's shoulder, Kegain began to ask him what he was looking at. Wyrgan silenced him with a raised hand. On the ground was a dead moth carried on the backs of half a dozen ants, with little success they were attempting to stuff it down into their nest. Minutes passed in silence. Wyrgan stood, the spectacle seemingly losing his interest. Walking off several paces, the pale lad turned and expectantly fixed Kegain with his uneven stare. Kegain, flummoxed, followed Wyrgan as he slowly worked his way out of the wood back towards the village. Wyrgan began to speak, quickly, and using terms Kegain had never before heard. He spoke of the behaviour of ants, of their industriousness, and their reliance on invisible trails. But whenever Kegain tried to comment or ask a question, he was quickly cut off by Wyrgan's continuing stream of words. Eventually they emerged from the wood, and before them stood the crossroads. One way led back to the village, the other to Caedmon's house. Without even a goodbye, Wyrgan set off for the village. Kegain stood there, confused, his mouth working but no sound emerging. Eventually, when the boy was nearly out of sight, he managed to yell out a farewell. As the sun began to set, he turned and ran for home. Since that day, Kegain has taken to seeking Wyrgan out, and will follow him wherever he goes.[/ic]

Male Half-Fomorian Barbarian

Age: 11
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 185 lbs.
Speed: 40 ft.
BAB: +2

Stats
Strength: 18 (+4)
Dexterity: 12 (+1)
Constitution: 14 (+2)
Intelligence: 8 (-1)
Wisdom: 10 (-)
Charisma: 10 (-)

Hit Points: 30

Saves
Fortitude: +7
Reflex: +1
Will: 0

Skills
Acrobatics: 6 (+1 rank, +1 dex, +3 class)
Climb: 9 (+1 rank, +4 str, +3 class)
Intimidate: 7 (+1 rank, +2 race, +3 class)
Swim: 9 (+1 rank, +4 str, +3 class)

Feats: Toughness, Uncanny Dodge

Racials: Darkvision, Intimidating, Fomorian Blood, Fomorian Ferocity

Possessions: Bronze Hand Axe (+6 total bonus to hit, +4 bonus to damage), clothing, waterskin, cloth bag with two coloured bars of soap

Languages: Glasconneach, Fomor

- Anyways, I think I did that right. I hope that you don't mind that I connected my character a bit with yours, Steerpike. I also hope I didn't portray Wyrgan in completely the wrong way!

I love it, he seems like an excellent compliment to the group. Can see Robhartach and Laidir getting into a heated discussion about what they should do and Kegain standing in the middle of it with a confused look on his face looking back and forth between the two. And meanwhile in the background Wyrgan is crouching on a stump watching a centipede intently.

Heh.  My Brain seems to have acquired a Pinky.  Narf! (or my Croup a Mr. Vandemar)

[blockquote=TMG]Weight: 185 lbs.[/blockquote]Holy crap, this 11 year-old weighs more than I do IRL.  Half-Fomorian indeed!

Quote from: SteerpikeHeh.  My Brain seems to have acquired a Pinky.  Narf! (or my Croup a Mr. Vandemar)

[blockquote=TMG]Weight: 185 lbs.[/blockquote]Holy crap, this 11 year-old weighs more than I do IRL.  Half-Fomorian indeed!

What are we gonna do tonight Wyrgan?
The same thing we do every night Kegain... try to take over the world!

Oh, and Wyrgan's portrayal was pretty spot on, TMG!  Creepy and kind of arrogant, but very knowledgeable and loquacious also.

Ah, well, that is good to know! Looking over our respective character sheets, I kind of like the idea that Wyrgan has been teaching Kegain to speak Fomor (because where else would he learn it), and Kegain has been teaching Wyrgan to swim.

To add, I don't think Kegain knows he is half-Fomorian (although clearly he is aware that he is different somehow). I wonder if Wyrgan would know. It would make sense, if he were in fact teaching him to speak the language. Something to think about.  

That's certainly a possibility.  Alternatively, according to Seraphine's ruling, maybe Kegain magically/intuitively knows Fomor (think Parseltongue)?  But with an Intelligence of 18 and a fairy tutor it's quite possible Wyrgan's guressed Kegain's heritage.

Hmm, I could go either way.  If Kegain knew it instinctively, I'd say he wouldn't KNOW he knew it.  At least not until he encountered a Fomorian and discovered he could converse with it.  In this sense, the Parseltongue analogy is appropriate.  That said, my initial impulse was to lean towards Wyrgan teaching it to him.  Between those two options, I am comfortable leaving the decision up to TMG.

I posted a revised background for my character, running with the idea that he could be a direct ancestor to Robhartach. Although this changes Laidir from a shepherd to the son of a bard, and does away with the idea of supernaturally acquired talent, I rather like how it paints the leap through time in more creepy and disturbing colors.

I really liked the old version and was sad to hear you'd changed it. Then I read the new version and saw that it was still very awesome and all is well.

The new version is interesting, though it took me a second read to grasp the astronomical events and geographic features that made it make any kind of sense.

A solar eclipse wouldn't have come out of nowhere, though.  A Druid would have told the village in advance.  

Now, what could have happened, though, is that the two had planned to abscond together.  Perhaps they meant to have an elopement of sorts at the stone circle, or, maybe it was common knowledge (or at least a folk suspicion) that the stone circle was a gateway to Annwn, and they had a romantic notion of running away to the Land of the Young.  But as fate should have it, her father that day announced to her the engagement to Mathuin (or the wedding date, rather).  Torn between her duty and honor, and her love for Laidir, when she told him, she kept her distance, standing just outside the circle.  Perhaps she would have gone with him too, but it was moments too late, for at the moment the moon fully eclipsed the burning sphere, the gateway closed, separating the lovers forever.  

Or something like that.

Quote from: Seraphine_HarmoniumThe new version is interesting, though it took me a second read to grasp the astronomical events and geographic features that made it make any kind of sense.

A solar eclipse wouldn't have come out of nowhere, though.  A Druid would have told the village in advance.  

Now, what could have happened, though, is that the two had planned to abscond together.  Perhaps they meant to have an elopement of sorts at the stone circle, or, maybe it was common knowledge (or at least a folk suspicion) that the stone circle was a gateway to Annwn, and they had a romantic notion of running away to the Land of the Young.  But as fate should have it, her father that day announced to her the engagement to Mathuin (or the wedding date, rather).  Torn between her duty and honor, and her love for Laidir, when she told him, she kept her distance, standing just outside the circle.  Perhaps she would have gone with him too, but it was moments too late, for at the moment the moon fully eclipsed the burning sphere, the gateway closed, separating the lovers forever.  

Or something like that.

I like that idea, have to see what gman thinks.

Seems good to me, I think I'll work that into the background.