Rolnore Sternbeck Toemore Rack Gunderson

  Rolnore Sternbeck Toemore Rack gunderson. In his early 30’s, Rolnore enlisted in the Toemore militia serving under his Great Uncle Lowgress. It was a simple job, but one that needed doing. For the most part it entailed waiting around, going on short patrols around the mountain, and sometimes going down to old mines then clearing out whatever gobin or ooze had set up home there when the ore ran cold. Occasionally, while they were down there, they would find another vein that the goblins had reopened and would help with rebuilding the supports as the miners came back. As a hobby Rolnore enjoyed engraving. With some simple tools he kept around he would regularly pick up small objects to make intricate patterns and occasionally depictions of dwarves. After a while, his comrades in the militia all sported daggers he had engraved. For his two hundred and fiftieth birthday, Rolnore gifted his great uncle a Dwarven war axe engraved with the symbol of Valkauna and the promise to serve by him

Going for a walk #1

Galic was bored. After Tim had hired him to find out more about the Nephsomethings he sat in the burning barrel for almost an hour, talking to anyone that looked suspicious. That had gotten him nowhere and he was sick of it. "I don't have to take this, I'm going for a walk" Galic headed over to Whitestone to see if he could stir up a bit of trouble. While passing through a back alley he noticed some weird men in black robes. They were whispering about some politician Galic had never heard of. Probably the Dimir, they were never interesting, scurrying about in the shadows, you could never figure out what was supposed to be happening. Suddenly, all three of them looked at the main street. A human in blue robes walked by the alley and two of the Dimir faded into the shadows the third, drawing a blade. Galic thought he actually understood this one. The guy who had walked by was the politician and these guys were planning on killing him. Not a bad idea by itself, but th

Galic gets lunch

Galic was very happy. He had just had a great performance. The new sword was helping a lot, it did magic for him when he thought at it. But the sword was hungry, Galic didn't know how he knew that, he just did. He took the sword out to eat, they went to a bar that he heard had very filling meals. Their server was a pretentious high elf in a fancy shirt that kept changing colors. After Galic ate he was full but the sword clearly wasn't interested in the food. It was annoyed, food was so close but it couldn't eat it. It's annoyance made Galic annoyed too, if they had sword food why didn't they bring it out? Galic demanded the elf bring him the sword food, but he acted like he didn't understand. The food was so close though, the sword could feel it, the people who made the food would have to know where it was. Angered by they're refusal to give him what he wanted he stabbed the elf. That's when he felt it, the sword was eating. Not the elf, his shirt.

Arcturus' journal part 1

Due to the chaotic nature of the past few hours I feel the need to commit them to paper in order to make sense of them. After the destruction of the first prototype of project Eather heart, the Azorius arrived and arrested me for damaging to public property. This persisted despite my attempts to explain to them that Ivan was in fact responsible for his failure to first add proper shielding and second cease the transfusion of power to the heart when prompted. Shortly after the arrest I was taken to an Azorius courthouse where they were trying people for precrimes. I then attempted to explain that the incident was not my fault and that my crime had already occurred and thus was not a precrime I was convicted. However, rather than being sent to prison I was taken to a room with several other recent convicts. There we were introduced to a Vadalken named Dalid, who explained that the Azorius was in a rather difficult position at the moment. From his explanation and what I could pu

Galic's history (next character probably)

Galic Chaotic Evil goblin, 3ft 8in, 65lbs Rakdos scar artist preforms satirical comedy  pension for pranks Believes vampires are just anyone who drinks blood Always wants to one up his last performance One day, while skulking through a warehouse of goods confiscated by the Azorius, Galic found a powerful magic sword. It was Agiel, a rapier with a great demon trapped inside of it. Thinking it was a particularly nice blade he picked it up and felt a swell of blood lust consume him. He then went and attacked one of the guards he had previously snuck past. The battle was wonderful ending with blood everywhere and Galic rolling on the ground laughing. Then, while Galic was collecting himself, another guard who had heard the fighting came around the corner and shot him in the back. Enraged Galic shouted words he didn't know and hellfire spewed from the Agiel incinerating the guard instantly. Galic looked down at his new weapon, he was not particularly smart, but he knew magic

Discord for food and other stuff

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Session 3 (March 16th, 2019)

Previously on Sticker kills rocks Sticker pushes him out of the grip of the now awake Thrull, and decapitates it, sending the head flying across the room." While looking at Vaa he screams "WE DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THAT" And proceeds to race around the corner, jumping on the back of one Guard, killing him with his dagger to the back of the throat, then slicing at the other guard with his trident but missing. It is past time for all of us to pack up and go home, so we speed run the next round, where the guard gets a lucky initiative, hits Sticker for 6 damage, then Sticker finishes him off by gutting the guy. Bucklechops manages to come back to his senses with 1 hp. Sticker is at like 9 health out of 25. He’s not feeling great. Izolda has been trapped in a room doing who knows what. We killed some guards. We’re all out of spells. Varus tried to find an alternate way out but rolled a critical fail and picked a door with nothing behind it. but nothing bad happened besi