What is your fighter's name (&/or alias)? What fighting style or weapon does he/she specialize in? What are some epic fights you've been in (one-on-one or larger battles)? What treasures have you won by might of arms?
Maximillian is a halfling Agitator. He was previously a Fieldwarden...until tragedy struck his houshold.
The tranquil lives of the Morningglory family were shattered one day as the restless dead from Sylvania crossed the land on some mysterious task for their undead master. Maximillian was out on patrol and wasn't around as his hometown was raided. When he arrived, he found his home destroyed and both his parents dead. His siblings were all missing. (A little GM fodder.)
Maximillian was left with no posessions and nothing to fall back on beside what was on him and his horse, Magnus. He now holds a burning hatred for chaos (he doesn't distinguish between chaos and undead).
Maximillian is a halfing male. He is 70 years old, 3'8" tall, 100 lbs with corn-colored hair and dark brown eyes. Starter Profile
WS 21% BS 45% S 21% T 17% Ag 45% Int 34% WP 36% Fel 35%
Kaldezeit 13th: Chilly. Fires lit around Barak Varr. Less than 1 week until the 1st day of winter.
Vaervenshyael engages in a conversation with the head of the Cult of the Practicing Owl (Verena). The conversation is in regards to her party accepting the mission from the priest. The priest states the mission is of utmost secrecy. Vaervenshyael tells him in no uncertain terms that half of the party can not be depended on for secrecy. His wish is for her to bring the rest of the party to the temple so he can impart the dire need for secrecy.
The entire party heads to the temple. After a talk with Doctor Woeller, Vaervenshy…
There is some talk of the shadow seen during the flash of the spell's light. Vaervenshyael ignores the insinuations, and passes the whole thing off as an effect of the spell only.
Azmir stands himself up to try again. He sings loudly and clearly, with the pure light of Hysh flowing through him. Vaervenshyael recognizes it as the most pure casting she has ever heard from a non-elf.
Suddenly the room explodes outward from Vaervenshyael. Anywhere from 10 to 20 pounds of yellow, slimy, fat globules cover the room and ever…