Our group is starting a new campaign! This time, I will be running the group through an adaptation of The Curse of Strahd, using a "13th Aged" version of the 4e DnD rules, and starting in a Victorian-era Earthish setting. To start things out, I worked with the (nine!) players to tie their characters together...here is round two!
I am not a victim. |
"Naman Saket"
Sandsoul Genasi Shielding Swordmage
When he heard that Luc Dubois was back in town, Naman's whole week
turned around. He hadn't seen his friend for...how many years was it now?
Too many! And he had gone and gained a knighthood, too - "Ser Luc", as he
was now known!
With nothing much on, Naman was only too
eager to catch up with his childhood friend. But when it came to a
question of earning money, or spending it, the choice was more
difficult. Thankfully, Ser Luc was eager to continue making up for lost
time, and quickly signed on to help out guard the caravan. Some simple
job - a few fellows wanted passage through the Svalich Woods, and a
monk was transporting a prisoner along the same route. They didn't
offer much money up front, but promised more upon completion. And a man
of the cloth was good for his word, right?
Interestingly,
Naman had another party who was eager to come along, though not for the
full journey. Soren, a young man who had an uncanny ability with
metalworking, had been tracking some werewolves who had killed his
father. Naman hadn't shared the news with others - who would have
believed him? - and indeed, if he hadn't been standing with him when he
discovered his father's body, hadn't help him slay the werewolves
there, then maybe he would think Soren him mad, too.
Soren
wanted to travel to the woods, but believed his quarry lived inside
them, not on the other side. Whereas most folk would be passing
straight through, he was looking to remain, until vengeance was
accomplished.
I get bored easily... |
"Soren Johanssen"
Human Artificer
In the early days after his father went missing, Soren was a lot
less careful than he is now. On one occasion, when he thought
he had almost tracked his father down, Soren fell into an ambush that almost
took his life. Only the aid of a passing Russian ranger kept him from
death's door, and returned him to civilisation in one piece.
Since
then, Soren takes care not to venture too far out alone. Sure, not many
will look at him quite the same after discovering he is hunting
'werewolves', but some have proven to be more understanding than
others. One such companion was Naman, an excellent swordsman who was
with Soren the day he found his father's body, and the werewolves with
him. Together, they ensured that none of the werewolves survived...but Soren also
knew that those in charge, the pack leaders, were not there that night. He waited, he stalked them, but he never found them.
Until
recently, their track had grown cold. Until recently, when Soren came
across another victim, and all signs pointed towards Svalich Woods.
And, as if the gods themselves were granting him this favour, Naman was
headed that way! He had been hired to guard a caravan travelling
through the woods. Sure, he wouldn't be able to stay with Soren all the
way, but there was always a chance that they might meet the werewolves before they parted ways, right?
I live for the hunt! |
"Borya Orlov"
Human Scout Ranger
The wild was much tamer than city-folk would give it credit. There were
less cut-purses, less crooked cops, and far less murders (per square
mile, at least). Sure - it was still dangerous, something city-folk
seemed to forget. Like that one guy, Soren, who wandered off alone, and
almost got himself eaten by wolves. Borya came across his broken,
bleeding body and barely managed to put him together - after returning
him to the city, Borya told him to stay there, it was his place, just like
the wild was Borya's.
Borya had only returned to the city because he needed the money, and the business deal had seemed a sure thing. The Frenchman - "Jean-Paul" - thought it would all work. Things were only 'legally grey', an area the pair were only too familiar with, but the whole plan had gone belly up, and now they both needed an escape plan - or a lot of money, soon.
That's when Jean-Paul came up with another plan. Some guy - colourfully dressed, but Jean-Paul knew little else - had handed him a letter, paid for his meal (in gold!), and promised much more, should he come and help the fellow's master out. The reward sounded great, and would definitely help the two of them out of their situation, but the location...the Svalich Woods...that was something they needed more help with.
Jean-Paul called in a little friend of his, and the three of them started organising a caravan...they would need guards, and a guide. Also, an actual wagon would be handy!
Borya had only returned to the city because he needed the money, and the business deal had seemed a sure thing. The Frenchman - "Jean-Paul" - thought it would all work. Things were only 'legally grey', an area the pair were only too familiar with, but the whole plan had gone belly up, and now they both needed an escape plan - or a lot of money, soon.
That's when Jean-Paul came up with another plan. Some guy - colourfully dressed, but Jean-Paul knew little else - had handed him a letter, paid for his meal (in gold!), and promised much more, should he come and help the fellow's master out. The reward sounded great, and would definitely help the two of them out of their situation, but the location...the Svalich Woods...that was something they needed more help with.
Jean-Paul called in a little friend of his, and the three of them started organising a caravan...they would need guards, and a guide. Also, an actual wagon would be handy!
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