Character Roster

PCs
GaztheDm: Ranor Meandir - Wood elf Monk
mcneil5: Holdir Mithrilbritches - Mountain dwarf Fighter
void: Zee - Human Cleric of Tyr
HypCo: Rybia "Loving Bear" Venaqui - Human Barbarian/Rogue
snowycoldfood: Feng, half-orc Fighter/Wizard


NPCs -
Gilchan Abidal - half-elf doer of wrong deeds
Warden Meinert - human, warden of jail at Marian Town
Helge - human, assistant to the warden
Colonel Brightmane - governor of Marian Town
Sargeant (unamed) - the surly guard of jail at Marian Town
Kliathe - the madman at the jail at Marian Town

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Please post any backstory below for mutual enjoyment.

Ranor Meandir

Ranor’s village was absorbed by an High elf city that as rapidly expanding, and the land his village was on was particularly useful for magical experimentation and growth.
The high elves came fast bought a lot of land and started construction, and they ALL had an arrogant air around them, because the wood elves lived in simple wooden houses, the high elves discarded them as savages, vermin that polluted the elf blood.

As the city grew the magical experiments become more extreme and worse, one of those experiments ruined Ranor’s house and family, his parents died and Ranor became an orphan.
He tried to get justice for it however because the new city council was made up of high elves they dismissed his claim.

So Ranor now was homeless and an orphan, lived on the street and got into constant trouble, stealing from high elves, picking fights with them, because he knew he was faster and stronger.
However just robbing High elves wasn’t good enough anymore, he started to rob other races and people, picking more and more fights, sometimes even underground fighting pits.

One day he was walking on the street after a rough night, he had picked a big fight with a couple of high elves and won, so high on the rush he was feeling restless.
An older dwarven male dressed in robes with a walking cane accidentally bumped into Ranor, and he quickly apologized however Ranor didn’t take it and wanted to pick a fight.

Ranor punched the dwarf, however it didn’t fade the dwarf, calmy the dwarf looked at Ranor and smiled "well young elf that was nice punch however that was the last one you will land on me now walk along and you won’t get hurt"
Ranor just became more angry, who is this dwarf thinking who he is telling me he can hurt me he thought to himself. As Ranor prepared for another strike something changed.

The dwarf moved faster than he could process, before he knew it Ranor was lying on the ground his body felt broken, but his mind was in an even worse shape. The dwarf leaned up to him and said "I told you to walk along" he smiled and kept walking forward as high elve guards took Ranor away towards jail.

Ranor felt ashamed, angry and wanted revenge, next time he would meet the dwarf again he would get his revenge, and the next day was his time, he would be prepared.
The next day he saw the dwarf and confronted him "hey you I will get you for yesterday, I don’t know what you did but I will get my revenge" and ranor assumed his own fight stance.
The dwarf responded " oh young elf, just leave it be, I don’t want to fight you and you don’t want to fight me" but before the dwarf could finish his sentence Ranor already charged, again the dwarf moved with speed not known to Ranor and he got his ass handed to him. Again on the floor the dwarf told him" you have a lot of anger, it holds you back" the dwarf walked along and Ranor again got brought to jail.

Ranor was furious and he would get that dwarf, he would get his revenge. It took a couple of days for he saw the dwarf again, this time he was waiting, getting an ambush, he had his first shank with him, this dwarf is going to get it.
As he jumped out the dwarf evaded him as if it was nothing, and again Ranor was face first on the ground, the guards were already rushing in however the dwarf stopped them and told them he would take care of the elf.

As Ranor woke up he was in a room, it was simple, his clothes were gone and he was wearing simple robes he recognized the motive as the dwarf wore, in the corner of the room the dwarf was sitting eyes closed, when Ranor sat up in the bed he opend his eyes.

His voice was calming and deep "well young elf, now that you have awoken it is time for me to introduce myself, my name is Thoradin Ironborn, master of this monastery and order. For 3 times you have tried to harm me, and everytime I beat you but I sensed potential, I will offer to train you, let you use that potential for any means you want, you will have shelter,food,a daily living and our order accepts jobs for rewards, think of it and let me know." The dwarf walked away out of the room.

Ranor sat there thinking about the offer, he knew Ranor has anger issues, he knows that he has hatred for high elves, but still he offers to train him to be better in combat. He walked out of the door and saw the dwarf walking away and yelled "Thoradin I accept your offer"and he bowed in respect, something he hadn’t done in a LONG time.

So Ranor started his training as a monk, suppressing his anger isues, repaying the damage he has done to the city and its inhabitents, but deep down he still hated the high elves.
One day he got a message from the master, a request to escort a prisoner, because of his past encounters with the law and street he recommended that Ranor was the one to go.
So he set out off to the job, and the adventure that awaits him

Hmmm... I hadn't actually thought super hard about it.

Zee is a Human Cleric (War Priest).

I think Zee was probably a reluctant soldier since he was a cleric. He mostly wanted to heal and help his unit out but ended up learning a lot about war and fighting in the process. He's see a lot and now worships a god from the War domain. He doesn't really like to talk about his time in the service, although he keeps his rank insignia handy in case he needs to pull rank on someone.

He may have scrubbed out or abandoned the army after seeing too much war. Maybe that's why he won't tell anyone his full name?

I think I'll feel out the rest as things happen instead of trying to dig deep before playing.

Rybia "Loving Bear" Venaqui

Rybia was born in a small town, to a small family of farmers. Ever since he was young he had a natural strength about him often taking down the local town bullies, giving out the stolen lunch money, and pocketing whatever was left over. A parent caught word of this and cast a curse on Rybia, changing his eye's iris to an abnormal white and a problem he'd later soon find out. Over the next week, all the town kids would give Rybia odd looks at his eyes, some being chastised by their parents for staring. During a much gloomier day than most, a boy approached, mocked Rybia for his eyes, and said how out of place he was. Rybia's vision went red, the second part of the curse finally revealing itself. He came to seconds later, standing over the boy with clenched bloody fists the boys face as red as Rybia's vision moments ago. A man, yelling profanities, ran over picking the boy up, the boys breathing was shallow. A sigh of relief, Rybia didn't kill the boy, a brief moment of peace cut short by the man "You devil-child, go back to The Nine Hells where you belong. You are not welcome in this town." This man gave my parents a choice, either I get executed or get exiled. They chose the latter in hopes I'd survive in the wild and they'd see their son again one day. The next day, they sent me off with as much food as I could carry and then some, walking with me into the wilds to say their final goodbyes.

The first couple months was easy enough, having enough food to sustain himself and only having to hide from the occasional wild animal. As the months passed, food started becoming a problem eventually running out completely, starvation hit and death crept closer everyday. Wandering about the wilds in hopes to find a dead animal that wouldn't be a risk to eat, Rybia came across a basket, half filled with berries. Not seeing anyone in the immediate area, hunger took over, Rybia started shoveling handful after handful of berries into his mouth. Happiness a feeling he hasn't felt in what seemed like forever, shattered by a gruff voice from the woods "What are you doin'? Those aren't yours!" it boomed. Quickly spinning to the source, Rybia is faced with a large half-orc holding a hog about twice the size of Rybia and a young elf carrying another basket of berries. Fright overtook Rybia his vision blurred a familiar feeling, tears streamed down his face in knowledge of what's to come and sure enough, not a second later, his vision goes red. During this unbridled, unquenchable, and unthinking fury, a voice manages to break through, a soft and soothing voice "Now now child, relax, you're safe. Just...let...go."

Rybia's visions clears held aloft by the half-orc, a big smile across his face. The soft voice speaks again "You big oaf, you didn't have to scare him half to death. He is just a boy." The half-orc sets Rybia down the gruff voice speaks again, less booming this time around though "Heh, sorry about that friend, ya' got quite the arm on ya', something an orc would be proud of." he gives a playful punch on Rybia's shoulder. Upon the orc noticing Rybia's eyes "Sylphine, look at his eyes, they're pure white! The elf noticing Rybia's uneasy starting to set in again "And quite beautiful, I must add." The half-orc lets out a nervous chuckle "Heh, I didn't mean no offence by it, just not ev'ryday you see something that amazing." The elf takes Rybia's hand "Come, child you can help take my other basket to our village. Eat as much along the way as you'd like." she gives Rybia a warm smile, letting go of his hand and handing him the basket and leading him to this village.

Upon reaching the village, Sylphine smiles to Rybia "Welcome to the Tribe of The Forsaken. You're welcome to live here, join us, become family. There is nothing stopping you if you decide against it, though we can help you with visions of red." The choice was easy for Rybia to make. Years past, Rybia learned to control his rage, learned to use it to his advantage, he felt comfortable again, finally finding happiness. Using his natural knack for strength, and tricks of knowing when and where to strike, learned by Sylphine, Rybia would capture criminals and turn them in for gold for his tribe, earning the tribe name "Loving Bear".

A neighboring tribe, came into the Forsaken Village and started moving everyone into the main tent, slaughtering anyone who refused or fought back. Sylphine led Rybia with her to the tent, knowing he'd be one to fight back. She sat down with him, placing her hand on his, with a soft whisper "Don't, we can find new land, do not waste your life over this." The invading clan members watching over the main tent notice Rybia's eyes "Ay come 'ere, look at this freaks eyes. What's up with your eyes, huh?" Sylphine, feeling Rybia's fist start to clench, jumps up "Stop, take what you came here for and let us lea-" her words cut short by a sword thrust into her causing her to let out a pained gasp for air. The man who stabbed her "And what if we came for your lives? You heard her boys, let's take what we came for! Except the freak, leave him as an example for what happens to those who cross us." Ten more men grab Rybia holding him down, a few cutting Rybia's mouth multiple times, others poking his left eye with ink dipped needles, the rest dragging their swords across Rybia's chest. They finish and leave, leaving Rybia in a pool of his and Sylphine's blood.

A couple years pass, Rybia's wounds have scarred over, his left eye permanently tattoo'd black surprisingly regained most of its vision, looking to find a way to continue living he looks for a job capturing criminals, something he knows he can do. Judging looks from the city crowds cause unease, Rybia wraps his face and dons a hood to blend in better and hide his looks.