BearKnight's Deeper & Darker RPG

[Jubal]

Andvanti reluctantly agrees to pitch camp, though still stays peering into the gloom.

[DeepCandle Games]

You've always been a rogue, more used to looking up at the starry skies than a ceiling. However this particular part of the world seems to freeze still at night, as cold as winter. You huddle closer to the bonfire and give in to the soft hands of sleep. You knew that this would be one of the stranger nights you had slept through but you couldn't stay awake.

[Jubal]

Yay sleep

[Cuddly Khan]

Name: Célóra
Age: 137 (Looks early 20's)  Life Expectancy: 400
Star Constellation: Stiarna mynd grið (Peace/Protection) A large circle of stars, circling around all the other Northern Elf Star Constellations.

Strength: 1
Constitution: 2
Intelligence: 2
Cunning: 1
Reflexes: 2
Awareness: 4
Species: Halda Firar (Northern Elf)

Origin: Bjǫð Ór Svell (The Frozen Wastes)

Like all of her people, Célóra has white-grey hair and pale blue eyes. She is tall and slender, built for speed. She isn't the smartest cookie, raised in a community where hunting prowess is more sought after than knowledge. Every hundred years, her people send out someone to discover the outside world, Célóra was the one chosen. She is wary of people she hasn't met before, slow to trust. Her goal is to travel the world and earn of it, then return to her people to share with them.

Equipment:
Spear
Bow + 20 arrows



Célóra had been wandering for the past few years, she'd left her home, Bjǫð Ór Svell, or as the southerners liked to call it, The Frozen Wastes, four years ago. Her journey had eventually led her to where she was now, wandering through a forest at night. She hated to sleep at night in the towns or cities, they had way too many people, so she instead come out here to get away from it all.

She eventually came across some sort of camp fire with figure huddled around it. She approached silently to get a better look at them. Some of them were rather short, dwarves probably, and they all had weapons.

She moved back a little ways from the camp as to not startle them before shouting out, "Hail the camp!"


(I suppose this will do as a starting post >.< )

[DeepCandle Games]

Moglav greeted the newcomer happily, always trusting of new friends. He then offered the stranger some dwarvern honey-brew (a potent ale, particularly fiery and thick to the point of almost being considered sludge. Moglav's family had refined a recipe that also imbued a sweetness as well.)

[Jubal]

Andvari also mumbles a greeting, before attempting to get back to sleep.

[Cuddly Khan]

Célóra sits down hesitantly, she wasn't expecting such a welcoming reaction to a stranger appearing in the middle of the forest. But she accepts it. Célóra refuses the beverage. Alcohol really isn't something she partakes in.

[DeepCandle Games]

Moglav pokes the fire and drunkenly talks about various exploits of his (most of them fibs) as he cackles and gleefully discusses his long past (in human years).

Eventually he slumps down against the tree stump he was leaning against and begins to snooze contentedly.  The night goes on.

[DeepCandle Games]

Don't forget to keep the portugaling game alive folks.

You awaken to a new dawn. Although not much of the new light penetrates the thick growth of the forest. You seem to have been caught in a magic anomaly that froze you in a time stasis. Much of the world around you has changed, excluding the basic geography, however new creatures have developed and new pages of history have been filled with exploits of many brave heroes and heroines.

[Jubal]

Hey, my character was asleep, I was waiting for you to make dawn happen!

"Well... this looks... different?"

[Son of the King]

Lets go back to the pub...

[Jubal]

To the pub!

[Son of the King]

I set off in the direction the pub is (or was) in.

[Jubal]

*continues pubwards*

[Cuddly Khan]

Unsure of what to do, I reluctantly follow my unexpected companions.