Little, mini-RPG while we wait...

[Carthrat]

While we wait for COR, I've got a little thing handy which we can do ^^

The Generic Adventures of Captain Cliche![/color]

Parts Open:

1 Brave young noble fighter. (must be male)

1 Old and wise mage. (if female, must have  youth illusion spell active. Dies very quickly.)
1 Elven archer. (Must be happy-go-lucky)

1 Young Sorcerer (Must be absolutely pathetic, but come through in the long run.)

1 Dwarf Beserker. (Oh, come on, you don't need a description)

1 Cleric. (LOUD! LOUD! ZEALOUS!)

1 Sneaky thief who acts tough but has a heart of gold. (Male or female- you should figure out the part. The only cliche character which has some degree of variety.)


SUITABLE NAMES A MUST!

[Rezantis]

Tempting.  Generic and cliche, is it?  ^^

E-commerce homework SUCKS.... That's brutal for a first piece of homework... ;_;

Oh well.  If you like, I have Fredumont the Cleric.  Also known as Fred.  *nod nods*

He is fanatically devoted to... um... the Cause!  Or something.  Apart from that, he's really preachy.

Yup.  

Oh, and he doesn't like Heretics.

Bio:  Hmm... Grew up in Random Town #8467, joined the priesthood to get away from Generic Problem #871.

Fill in the blanks yourself if you REALLY want, but he's a cardboard cutout.  ^_~

[Dracos]

Carthrat, thank you.  You just gave me no less than two brilliant ideas that will go into play very shortly.

I'll setup a little area for this rpg right away.

Fearless Leader

[Carthrat]

People!

After one day of recruiting, three spots are left open.

1 Brave Noble Fighter
1 Dwarven Beserker
1 'Great Potential' Sorcerer

Current Lineup:

Rez: Fredumont (Fred) the Overly-Zealous Cleric of Cat (You need a name to yell loudly, and you'll probably pick her anyway.

Bean: Jean, the nitwitted Thief who will repent her ways in the name of Cat (probably.)
Calender: Lallie, the nympho archer in love with the Brave Noble Fighter (Oh, come on. We gotta have an elven nympho..)
Cymage: Greysol Darkplain, the Old and Wise mage who will probably die really really quickly against a foe which is clearly not of the PC's level.

[TannimFodder]

Name:  Hammerfist Axebeard
Age:  Old
Hair:  Brown
Eyes:  Stone gray
Beard:  Tucked into his belt
Height:  Can easily headbutt a normal human in the nadgers

Dress:  Hammerfist wears the standard adventuring gear for a dwarven berserker.  Metal-shod spiked boots to kick and trample his foes with.  Horned helmet to impale his enemies when he bull-rushes someone.  Leather gloves with chainmail tunic; anything more and he'd have too much of an advantage over his weak opponents.  He also wears a normal brown tunic underneath his chainmail, a belt with a golden clasp holding both in place around his considerable girth.

Personality:  The only thing Hammerfist loves more than pretty lass is good, stout, dwarven ale.  And the only thing Hammerfist loves more than good dwarven ale is a good fight.  He lives for these three things in life: wenching, wining, and winning.  Battle is fun for him, and he is known to laugh maniacally as he chops down his foes, incidently frightening enemy and comrade alike.

Brief History:  Not finding enough good fights in his quaint homemountain, Hammerfist sets off to the lands of men.  He has heard that they fight each other over the stupidest of things, which is just fine with Hammerfist.  The most challenging thing he has to think about is which side to be on.  Generally, he likes to be on the losing side; there tends to be a lot more people to kill that way.  Currently he is hanging around a local bar and waiting for some type of adventure to find him.

Weapons and Items:

Ancestrial Axe:  This ancient axe has been handed down from generation to generation in the Axebeard family.  In fact, the axe is the very reason the Axebeard has the family name of Axebeard.  It has a half-moon blade on one side, with a spike on the other.  Proven to be unbreakable so far and ever-sharp, it has served Hammerfist well over the years.

Emergency Supply of Dwarven Ale:  This legendary brew has been kept safe from all kinds of dangers; Hammerfist will only take a sip only as a last resort.  The magic of the brew not only invigorates his body, it sends him into a deadly berserker rage instantly without the usual build up.

[RangerShade]

Name: Nevagona Getz Lucky (Lucky for short ^^)
Age: Teenager/young adult
Hair: Silver with traces of aquamarine (and quite long)
Eyes: Varies (Changes color depending on his emotional state at the time)
Body/Facial Hair: None, Nada, zilch
Height: Average
Weight: Skinny but dense (and I'm not talking about just his mind :P)

Clothing: Worn down comfortable dark clothing, unless he's performing. Then its the snooty style musician's uniform.  Large cream colored ten gallon hat always worn. Black Boots and kid gloves and a belt that looks too big for him. But there is a method to his madness, fishing hooks, line, emergency cash stash, and a small holdout knife are secreted in the belt & buckle.

Personality/Intelligence: Girl chasing/groping/propositioning/romancing/adoring/peeping lech with a greedy streak a mile long. If its pretty, female, and breathing he *will* try to get nookie from her.  Allergic to violence/blood/ugly women, will usually try to hide at the first sign of a battle. Lazy when it comes to anything not involving girls, food, girls, booze, girls, money, girls, music, or money. The only thing more important then women is money and loot, lot s and lots of loot. Can't be trusted when it comes to cash, he can be bribed to spill secrets or sell others out easily. His only talents are singing/playing musical instruments, girl chasing, cooking, and fishing. Hopelessly incompetant at even the most simple task for anything else. While he may act like a lust driven idiot or a cash obsessed gold digger most of the time, on rare occasions he may say something useful. Of course he will quickly ruin the moment and any respect by following up with either a lewd proposition or going to sleep or something.

History: He admits to nothing, but for some reason a lot of people keep trying to kill him.

Equipment:

Bagpipes: Instrument of choice to play. Drives other characters crazy but bar patrons seem to love him playing it for some reason. Also allows Lucky to cause several Bardic spell effects through its songs.


Lute: Backup instrument with strings that never seem to stay in tune for long. Also serves as a back up weapon on those rare occasions when Lucky can't run away.  Seems to be virtually indestructible since it has been used to parry steel blades and not have a scratch later.


Bardic Magic:

Through the use of music, a bard may contribute to the party's wellbeing through a variety of support or defensive spells. Bardic magic has no direct offensive spells, with the sole exception of those for use against the undead. Typical effects include summoning light, detecting magical traps, protective barriers, cleaning poision, or causing enemies to dance uncontrollably.