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Living off the land, the lizardfolk known as Drazzt had no family. He was casted out as the leader of his clan was his father and he could not strike him down after a battle that led his father to the brink of death. Part of him wanted to kill him and take his mantle but it was his father nonetheless. His mighty axe came down and struck the earth next to him, something lizardfolk were unknown to do. Survival of the best but oddly he went against it. Alone he came across a military unit and decided to help them out with his rather odd abilities-his massive strength and his ability to rage and grow to a rather large size. Few know of his abilities but with his ability to take and take down enemies seemed to be a ability needed to take down the werecreatures. He needed a purpose and allies to work with. New to being around non-lizardfolk, it was something different and a challenge. But a challenge he was willing to work with.

"Here, the Legion!"

Is the battle roar that once put fear into the enemies of (Insert name of powerful country here). The Legion, the sum of all pariahs of the world, payed by the government to fight wars that they were afraid of sending the regular army to. The Legion had the headquarters in Siddi-Bel-Abbes, a forgotten city in a forgotten and weak country now controlled by (Insert name of powerful country here), and they faced the rise of Cholukeptoh, a Dry Lich that awakened in the desert 1000 hundred years after his death. He and his undead minions formed a horde that attacked the living in an effort to control the world. Artember saw things there... things that came out of the worst nightmares in the world. He saw his companions and friends die. Only he and a fistful of survivors lived to tell the tale of how their commander, the White Lion, finally defeated once and for all the dry lich and his forces at the cost of his life and hundreds like him.

Now Artember walks the world in search for a job... The Legion is no more, (Insert name of powerful country here) not willing to fund them anymore. Nightmares assault him by night. And he can even hear his friends in the day.

Healer, diplAomat, good-will traveller. Some of the titles that Banyul Forsieda received in his young life. And of course, he is proud of all of them. Banyul always wanted to promote peace since they first learned of his gift and his training begun at the service of the gods. Of course, the oracle knows better than to rely on goodness alone. He knows that a silk glove can do so much. An iron fist is as needed as the silk glove to everything work.

A youngling who was born to the tribes of the orc, but his blood was not pure, he was a half orc, but one too human to be accepted.  He was left out for the wolves to take him, but instead he was taken to the land of the fey, he spent many years there, but once he came of age he was given back to the hands of men....

He was raised in an orphanage, but his gifts,  especially darkvision set him apart from the others, he met a young woman Haleen who changed his life, by taking care of him and removing him from the orphanage.

Haleen helped him when  he heard the call of the gods into service as a paladin, but a second call came to the mystery and curse of the oracle...

SCG is an oradin, the rare mix of paladin and oracle.....



The rugged man in front of you has a harsh appearance as if he has seen some battles, but his clothing is fresh and clean and he wears white....

There is a fierceness in him that you have seen a few times before, his forehead and jaw seem impossibly thick, his skin looks thick as well,

The man is attractive and radiates charisma....

Around his neck there is a holy symbol of the Dragon Apsu, an unusual choice....
Tucked into his belt is a wand.

His sword is in his hand as he sharpens it, the silvery sheen of the high quality blade  makes you wonder of magic…his shield are nearby, and his armored coat is held by the heavy back of his sturdy chair...his pack has a dark cold iron morningstar and longbow with quivers of arrows.

"Well met, I have been waiting to hear of the stirrings or the drum beats of evil, what have you heard?"
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For those who have known Calaborne, they will have heard him mention various remote parts of the world far from civilization. The odd story of time at sea, of an exotic culture, or a strange monster. It paints the picture of an elf who has spent the century of his upbringing touring the world. For everything it did to make him accepting of all peoples and fascinated by all cultures, it also made him at home in none of them. That, combined with light paranoia and a little elven haughtiness, feed his anti-social tendancy. More of his time was spent seeing the wonder of the world's magicks and the glory of its gods than speaking with the people that wove those wonders or worshipped those deities.

Calaborne is known to be a woodsman, survivalist, and sailor. It is his capacity as a slayer that introduced him to most, however. Specialized training to deal with shapeshifters made it little surprise to see him pop up on a job to take out lycanthropes. Armed to the teeth with distinctive elven weaponry and an impressive bow, Calaborne seems ready for nearly any situation.
This message was last edited by the player at 05:01, Sun 18 Dec 2022.