Lina

There's no art of Lina Inverse.

Description

The girl that stands before you is remarkably short for a Titan. Her fiery red hair is hardly held out of her face by a black headband inset by a blood red jewel which matches her eyes. The same smooth blood red jewels are set into a necklace and two matching platinum bracelets. They also are matched by two larger orbs of the same color that are set into her black shoulderguards with gold filligree. All the rest of her armor is cloth but of the same black and gold. Everything, that is, except for her gloves and boots which are comfortable white leather. Trinkets adorn her belt accentuating the idea that all of her armor is meant to amplify her magic.

A runed shortsword is hung at her waist but this is more for show as her magical powers are almost tangible. A cloak that's completely pitch black and seems to absorb the light around it is lined with blood red runes and an inscription of an extremely powerful spell. The inscription reads in common: Darkness beyond twilight, Crimson beyond blood that flows, Buried in the stream of time is where your power grows, I pledge myself to conquer all the foes who stand, Before the gift bestowed in my unworthy hand. Let the fools who stand before me be destroyed by the power you and I possess...

Roleplay Notes

January 2014

• Bandit Slayer (Chapter 2)

December 2013

• Leaving Home (Chapter 1)

Ahdonis

There's no art of Ahdonis.

Description

Here stands before you the figure of the most handsome man you have every seen. Blonde long hair flows across is tanned face. Blue eyes look back at you, making you feel at ease. A smirk across his face tells you otherwise. A thin frame deceives you of the muscle tone he possess. His body is covered with the most impressive array of armor. Each piece looks flawless, almost like he has out for display. This is obviously a man that knows and appreciates the value of items. Hard to imagine he is a bug?

Roleplay Notes

August 2013

• Flowers!!!!

April 2013

• ghost from the present

Adelaide

There's no art of Adelaide.

Description

The small pixie floats before you, hair waving in the wind, her cloak made of rose petals flutters freely, occasionally revealing small wings. The armor she wears is lightweight yet sturdy and durable, protecting the fragile slender body. The rest of her outfit is made of various leaves and knit-together plants. Upon closer inspection you notice her wearing the symbol of Silvanus along with many oakleaf trinkets and magic items.

Roleplay Notes

November 2002

• Drowling [2]

Abraxus

There's no art of Abraxus.

Description

The woman is slender, almost skinny, wiry, her hair is neatly bound in little braids to the back of her head, with the occasional twig standing out clearly in the white abundance. Her eyes are the colour of liquid amber and glimmer with a fierce determination, set deep in high cheekbones and framed by snow white lashes. Her lips are not full, nor are they thin, Her mouth rarely smiling, when it does, it simply turns in the corners slightly and no more. She is clothed simply in brown leathers made from deer hide, covered in about a centuries worth of dust and debris, the womans feet are bare.

Roleplay Notes

September 2011

• The Fountain runs Red

Aubrey

There's no art of Aubrey.

Description

A woman in her mid twenties is sitting in the middle of the room meditating. She is wearing a handful of tanks on her back of different hues. There are tubes going from each of them into the core of her body. Knobs and switches adorn panels along her wrists and forearms. Her eyes snap open, as if someone or something, keyed her into something. She stands giving a knob a turn and one of the tubes start to fill with a glowing yellow liquid, slowly inching to her body. When it does, her hands crackle with energy. She walks off, with long strides on following the unheard voice.

Biography

She comes from Ravnica, beyond the Forgotten Realms.

Roleplay Logs

• Log: 21122013 - Quyen and Aubrey

Karsus

There's no art of Karsus.

Description

A tall slender figure dressed in white and blue wizard robes, his hood covers most of his head but you see the outlines of his face and his piercing blue eyes. He wields a beautiful jewel encrusted sword in his right hand and in his left he holds a glowing knife. A shield enfused with demonic essences floats in front of him and

Reborn at the mercy of Mystra, condemned to serve as the personal bodyguard of Lady Ceridwen for eternity.Filled with remorse after his folly he was honored with such an assignment and took an oath to serve Mystra and uphold the weave. With his life he will defend the Mystran way of life and the life of his beloved lady Ceridwen.

Roleplay Notes

November 2013

• The Order and the True Archway
• The Lost Pages and the Weeping Child

Arlenia

There's no art of Arlenia Enyo.

Description

The days of living have long passed for this woman. She stands at an impressive 5'9" tall, with her long, dark hair pulled back into a braid that hangs to the middle of her back. Her eyes burn red with an all consuming hatred and rage. Upon her skeletal body hangs a long cape and studded armors that once covered a beautiful body, but hang useless from the bones and sinew that are animated by necromantic magicks alone. Far from mindless, this lich is fully aware of her pain, her existence, and seeks above all else retribution and revenge. She appears undeniably confident, her skeletal face forced into an eternal grin that competes with what little flesh is left on her face. A dark magic aura rolls from her, driving her beyond life, beyond death.

Roleplay Notes

November 2012

• A Bundle of Hope

October 2012

• Understanding

September 2012

• Birth
• Returning a Life
• Readying the Ritual
• Time

August 2012

• Parting of Ways
• The Deciding Line
• To Orn and Back Again (1-3)
• Deep Thoughts

May 2012

• Fed Up (1-2)
• Understanding
• Discussions
• Old Habits
• Long Lost Visitor
• Vanishing Gladiator
• Saving Guardian
• Waking Colin

April 2012

• Arrival of a Man
• Planning Ahead
• Gaining a Husband
• Vanishing Guardian
• Blushing Rose
• Like a Runaway Train
• Rolling Waves
• Trip
• Orn
• Stream

Banion

There's no art of Banion.

Description

Banion is a stout man, standing nearly six feet tall. His head is balding and ringed with white hair. He wears a thick brown robe, tied with a rope, looking very nearly like a friar. He is the healer for the village on the Dark Continent, but the spark of intelligence in his blue eyes speaks to something far deeper... perhaps far more sinister...

Roleplay Notes

November 2013

Inigo

There's no art of Inigo.

Description

You see a pudgy little halfling. He doesn't seem like the fittest of all adventurers, and has a little potbelly. On second glance you could swear his body composition is, in fact, mostly lard, and couldn't even best a dwarf in a footrace. At least he is clean and smooth shaven, his clothes made from supple calf leather. He looks comfortable. A pouch is tied to his belt, chock full of cured meat snacks. He is happy.

Roleplay Notes

November 2013

Kellistandra

There's no art on Kellistandra Delcathri.

Description

There is currently no description.

Roleplay Notes

May 2001

• Decifering of Lies

Krogenar

There's no art of Krogenar.

Description

Standing about 5'3" in height, this figure is draped in a plain grey cloak, patched and stained from years of use and repair. Leanly muscled forearms, deeply tanned, hang loosely at his sides. Leather armor, with bits of salvaged metal sewn into critical areas, covers his chest and legs. The leather strapped handle of a refurbished blunderbuss rifle is visible just above and behind his right shoulder. A scratched, dull sword pommel peeks out over his left shoulder, and the outline of what might be a pack is visible under the cloak. Dust caked leather boots cover and protect his upper calves, and two belts criss-cross over his waist, a loop of rope and other implements hanging from them. Woolen gloves, the fingertips cut off, protect his hands. An old, dirty ball of continual light floats over his right shoulder. A slightly deformed face, hazy with greying stubble, speaks of orcish blood.

Biography

A half-orc strider, Krogenar spent most of his youth in silence, raised by his adoptive father, an Arch-Druid in the Far North. There, he learned the basic skills of a druid, but his half-orc legs carried him away, to journey to distant lands. In his first experiences with civilization, Krogenar was caged like an animal, befriending Hringorl, his bear companion. Escaping together, Krogenar slowly learned the ways of cities and towns - finding work with The MagiTek Army, in his naiveté. Later, he understood how The Realm of Vector's army powered their war machines. And the truth sickened him. Leaving the MagiTek Army, he journeyed North again, to investigate a fragment of The Rok that crashed there. Deciding to use ransack a MagiTek weapons storehouse, in hopes of finding something useful against The Rok, the half-orc was stopped, and nearly killed. No one is sure what happened to him, but he emerged from the sea, with a strange new sense of purpose. At about that time, The Hemelia Virus rocked WestBridge, and the outlying towns of The Realms. Preaching to unlistening crowds in the Market Square of WestBridge about the power of Istishia - Krogenar had found religion. It was then that Laisha, leader of The Church of Mysteries, extended to Krogenar a place within Mystra's Church. He accepted, and from that point on, found himself grounded. Together, they unraveled the mystery of The Virus, and helped to aid in the discovery of a cure.

Roleplay Notes

May 2014

• Final Far Wandering [2]
• Final Far Wandering [1]

August 2002

• Mystran Dust [6]
• Mystran Dust [5]
• Mystran Dust [4]
• Mystran Dust [3]
• Mystran Dust [2]
• Mystran Dust [1]

December 2001

• Introduction to the Pax
• Pax Faerunis Meeting [1]
• Respite [5]
• Respite [4]

July 2001

• Krogenar in the Inn
• FLAMEs in Polaris (part 6)
• FLAMEs in Polaris (Part 5)
• Campaigning in Polaris 2.1
• Campaigning in Polaris 2
• Campaigning in Polaris

Abadoon

There's no art on Abadoon.

Description

You are suddenly blinded by a flash of light.  As the light fades, there stands a tall dark cloaked figure.  The hood of the cloak covers all of its face except two blue eyes that glow in the darkness.  The robes are blue with golden trim running all around. The man holds in his left hand a long wooden staff, in his right a sword that appears to be longer than he.  He stands as if made of stone, unmoving, and seemingly lifeless.  As he stands here, it seems death itself could do no harm.  He whispers something that is completely inaudible.  A flash of lightning suddenly shoots from his staff, striking the ground with a loud crack.  At that moment he disappears leaving behind only the memory.

Roleplay Notes

December 2002

• the calling