Application to another game:
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I'm rules legit.
I started applying a couple of days ago, and life got busy. The game is no longer marked, so I assume you're full now, but if you've got room for one more or a player drops, I'll hang out on the sidelines for an opening.
Name: Kamish Emberforge
Race: Mountain Dwarf
Class: Forge Cleric 1/Wild Magic Sorcerer 2
Background: Soldier (Blacksmith)
Writing Sample 1: Combat round
Kamish reached up to grasp the small, silver hammer that hung around his neck, and uttered a quick prayer to heal the wounds he had sustained against this group of goblin ambushers. As the spell completed, he felt relief and energy flow back into him, bringing a smile to his bearded face.
He then tapped into the wild magic that flowed within his veins, rushing through an incantation and ripping the magical essence straight out of his body in order to send a streak of flames at a nearby goblin. He saw it hit true, but he felt the fire still burning within.
Then the world around him exploded.
Cast Cure Wounds, Quicken Spell: Firebolt, Wild Surge 07 casting Fireball centered on self
Writing Sample 2: Social or Exploration
Kamish climbed back to his feet, spitting blood that flowed from a loosened tooth and cut lip. Smoke curled around him, and his whole body ached and burned, even beneath his armor. It seemed that even quickening the simplest of spells could cause the wild surges of magical power to flood out of him. As he looked around him to take note of the damage it had caused this time, he nearly passed out just from the pain of moving. The silence around him told him well enough that the fight was over, so he let out a deep breath and tried to compose himself.
As his vision cleared, he decided to start small and moved nothing but his eyes and hands. The first thing he noticed was that his beard had been burned to nothing. Again. He'd managed three years of growth since the last time, and he was not looking forward to having to grow it back out again. He could tell just from the feeling alone, that the only thing that kept him alive was the healing spell he'd managed to cast just before the surge.
He heard a voice, but couldn't make out the words over the ringing in his ears. He wiped his eyes carefully, and then sat up to look for the source of the sound. There was no way goblins would have survived that blast, and Jorn would have certainly finished off the two he was facing by now.
He heard the voice again, this time more clearly, "Kamish! You alright over there, buddy?"
Kamish nodded to Jorn, "I'll live...I think."
"You've been holding out on me, man! When did you learn how to cast that!?"
"I didn't. That one cast itself. Remember that time my skin turned blue for nearly three weeks before we found a priest who could fix it? Same thing." Kamish took a few deep breaths, wincing at the painfully burned skill that covered his body, but calming and preparing himself to return to his feet.
Jorn came over to help him up, and retrieve the weapon and shield that had fallen from Kamish's hands. "If you're telling me what just happened here was an accident, then you seriously need to have someone take a look into whatever is wrong with you."
Kamish stood there for a moment, feeling the pain of that fiery backlash of power. He uttered one final prayer for the day to use the last of his magical reserve, removing the burning sensations that covered his skin. The beard would still take months to grow back to anything halfway reasonable, but that was a price he was willing to pay for his life.