Post by genghisjeff on Jun 7, 2015 11:10:44 GMT -5
Game concept sounds awesome and I appreciate the opportunity to join. Let me know what you think.
Maker
Tiefling
Warlock
Neutral Evil (He hides it well)
Great Old One Patron/Pact of the Chain
Background Sage
Specialty- Researcher
Personality Trait- I'm convinced that people are always trying to steal my secrets.
Ideal- Knowledge is the path to power and domination. (Evil)
Bond- I've been searching my whole life for the answer to a certain question.
Flaw- Unlocking an ancient mystery is worth the price of an entire civilization.
Maker started his life on the streets of Blackdawn City. He never knew his parents, and ran away from the orphanage as soon as his legs and wits could carry him. He was clever enough to make his way and to survive, but little else. His life continued uneventful until he was about 10 years old and was snatched up by the town guard for petty theft and loitering. The tiefling youth was set work off his debt in the kitchens one of the larger keeps in Blackdawn.
The work in the kitchens was difficult but Maker took to the labor. The head chef took a shining to the lad and began teaching him lessons. Cooking, baking, brewing, and most importantly reading. Maker took to his tasking with voracity. He was a quick study indeed.
Life in the keep was not without its rewards. When not laboring in the kitchens Maker had discovered the master’s library. It was extensive to say the least. Maker’s lust for knowledge was insatiable. History, arcana, religion, occult…he read them all. Then one night he made a startling discovery.
While searching through one of the forgotten alcoves in the vast library he came across a very curious tome. The book drew him in. It spoke to him. The brittle pages told of ancient masters, lumbering gods, terrifying dreamscapes, and impossible power. As he read he slipped into a trance. Time lost meaning.
Names were whispered in his mind…something was taking hold. Dweller in Darkness, Crawling Mist, Masked Messenger, Thing in the Yellow Mask, Hunter in the Dark, and the Black Wind. Each more terrifying than the last and each a face of the same ancient horror. Nyarlathotep.
It spoke to him, “You have gazed far into the mist tiefling. Farther than most dare dream.”
Maker whispers back, “I have.” He was physically shaking at this point. “I…I can’t look away.”
Again the voice, “And what do you see there in the swirling unknown?”
He licked his dry lips trembling he replied, “I see…I see…Power.”
Hideous laughter erupts…then silence. “That is where it starts little tiefling. You are interesting. We will speak again. For now…AWAKEN!”
Maker awoke to discover himself slumped in a corner of the library. A huge novel spread open in his lap. He closes the book and read the cover “The Victory of Lord Brightblade.” He slowly got up and put the book on a nearby table. He wiped the sleep from his eyes. A rooster crowing nearby marked him late for his shift in the kitchens. “Damn!”
He rushed into the kitchens attempting to avoid the head cook…and failed. The chef boomed, “Yer late ya lazy lout!” He tosses Maker a dirty apron. "Ya find any of them answers yer lookin for in that blasted library?"
Maker smiles back at the cook, “Ahh..no. But, things are just now starting to get very interesting.” Maker diligently finished his shift in the kitchens and finished the time he would be spending there. He thanked the chef for looking after him and walked out of those kitchens and never looked back.
Maker
Tiefling
Warlock
Neutral Evil (He hides it well)
Great Old One Patron/Pact of the Chain
Background Sage
Specialty- Researcher
Personality Trait- I'm convinced that people are always trying to steal my secrets.
Ideal- Knowledge is the path to power and domination. (Evil)
Bond- I've been searching my whole life for the answer to a certain question.
Flaw- Unlocking an ancient mystery is worth the price of an entire civilization.
Maker started his life on the streets of Blackdawn City. He never knew his parents, and ran away from the orphanage as soon as his legs and wits could carry him. He was clever enough to make his way and to survive, but little else. His life continued uneventful until he was about 10 years old and was snatched up by the town guard for petty theft and loitering. The tiefling youth was set work off his debt in the kitchens one of the larger keeps in Blackdawn.
The work in the kitchens was difficult but Maker took to the labor. The head chef took a shining to the lad and began teaching him lessons. Cooking, baking, brewing, and most importantly reading. Maker took to his tasking with voracity. He was a quick study indeed.
Life in the keep was not without its rewards. When not laboring in the kitchens Maker had discovered the master’s library. It was extensive to say the least. Maker’s lust for knowledge was insatiable. History, arcana, religion, occult…he read them all. Then one night he made a startling discovery.
While searching through one of the forgotten alcoves in the vast library he came across a very curious tome. The book drew him in. It spoke to him. The brittle pages told of ancient masters, lumbering gods, terrifying dreamscapes, and impossible power. As he read he slipped into a trance. Time lost meaning.
Names were whispered in his mind…something was taking hold. Dweller in Darkness, Crawling Mist, Masked Messenger, Thing in the Yellow Mask, Hunter in the Dark, and the Black Wind. Each more terrifying than the last and each a face of the same ancient horror. Nyarlathotep.
It spoke to him, “You have gazed far into the mist tiefling. Farther than most dare dream.”
Maker whispers back, “I have.” He was physically shaking at this point. “I…I can’t look away.”
Again the voice, “And what do you see there in the swirling unknown?”
He licked his dry lips trembling he replied, “I see…I see…Power.”
Hideous laughter erupts…then silence. “That is where it starts little tiefling. You are interesting. We will speak again. For now…AWAKEN!”
Maker awoke to discover himself slumped in a corner of the library. A huge novel spread open in his lap. He closes the book and read the cover “The Victory of Lord Brightblade.” He slowly got up and put the book on a nearby table. He wiped the sleep from his eyes. A rooster crowing nearby marked him late for his shift in the kitchens. “Damn!”
He rushed into the kitchens attempting to avoid the head cook…and failed. The chef boomed, “Yer late ya lazy lout!” He tosses Maker a dirty apron. "Ya find any of them answers yer lookin for in that blasted library?"
Maker smiles back at the cook, “Ahh..no. But, things are just now starting to get very interesting.” Maker diligently finished his shift in the kitchens and finished the time he would be spending there. He thanked the chef for looking after him and walked out of those kitchens and never looked back.