Shur Silverblade
Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 11:35 pm
First Name: Shur
Last Name: Silverblade
Race: Drow
Age: 170
Height: 5'9
Weight: 170
Eyes: Light brown/yellow
Hair: Light blonde hair
General Health: Robust.
Deity: Talona
Initial Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Profession: Botanist, merchant, mercenary, and guide.
Base Class & Proposed Development: Fighter/Druid.
Habits/Hobbies: Finding balance through meditation and purifying oneself of emotion he will at times fall asleep, unbeknownst to anyone around him.
This character scours the caverns beyond Varalla's Passages looking for lost loot while hunting huge monsters. He deals in the strange and exotic, narrowly dodging death to achieve greatness. He's no innocent who isn't above scavenging or murder. The murders are largely perpetuated by the simple fact that he is forced to slay anyone that attacks him or he fights.
Why does he do this? There is a Role Play reason that, for the sake of fun, will be kept secret unless found out In Character.
His honor and duty, his actions drive him to achieve a stable economy for the Baleful Maw, the guild famous for its actions during the entirety of the War against the Alhoon. His dream for the short term is clear for the moment and his forays into the deep a way of fundraising.
As a guide Shur makes gold aiding adventurers not just how to slay beasts, fight, or when to best flank an enemy. Under his tutelage brave adventurers learn resourcefulness in the unforgiving Under Dark. Whether Shur is scavenging, or learning how to defeat any given opponent, improving oneself is his object. By undertaking pupils, or foraying with large group of seasoned veterans, he undertakes larger hurdles improving quicker. He makes foes, and he makes enemies, but it's always fun and good Role Play.
Languages: Drow, the usual, and attempting to learn Gnome
Weapon of Choice: Scimitar with shield combo.
Background:
Shur Silverblade can still remember Thimbleus Attaborough sitting on his favorite chair by the fireplace. The kindly Gnome rears him after happening upon the tragic scene of Shur's slain mother coddling the wailing child with a glowing ring tied to a necklace around his neck. The Gnome teaches him much, even able to find an old tomb, from which he is able to teach Shur the Drow language. Shur only hears his full name spoken once in his whole life, only weeks before a marauding band of renegade Uthgardt Barbarians and half-orcs ransack the surrounding lands, including the farm, and murder the old gnome while Shur's away. . .
"She was running you know, Shur Silverblade."
He didn't have to turn around and ask. Shur knew who he was talking about, the old gnome had been biding time waiting to have this conversation, stalling, and had never spoken a word of the matter.
"Probably a sympathizer, you know? Very common, not as rare as you think. Those snobby Elves and mighty humans sure like pointin' fingers!" he snorts,"Like this one time Auntie Nora, i was telling a bunch of tall legs this story and how she farted for five minutes. Five minutes, and no one believed! Called me mad and a lunatic! Always pointing fingers."
Shur can only force a half smile, even at that age being unusually brooding but gentle, "You know, one day I won't be here."
"Aye," he takes a long drag from a briar pipe, a dark look following over the Gnome's face, a cloud of smoke already hanging over his head,"You're like a son to me boy, though you're a pain."
He breathes deeply, shaking his whiskered head," I want you to keep this ring, it belonged to your mother. Shur, you need to start studying, i know something about the Under Dark. You will need to be strong and the teachings of my family will take you far, my son. You are keen and a talent, use your abilities." he nods frowning slightly and closing his eyes a bit in approval and confirmation, calmly handing the young Jaluk glimmering ring.
"T-Thank you," he says meekly taking the ring,"I've been meaning to take my studies seriously"
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". . .my mother was right if she was running away," he thinks, "Menzoberranzan was hell."
In his hand now, Shur clenches the rings as he peers up past the city of Dark Weavings, having finally arrived from his brief stay in Menzoberranzan. Sometimes, a boiling and seething rage emanates from from the Drow, and this is one of those times as the Druid witnesses two jalukuls pushing a deep gnome around.
He carries a large brown cloak that drapes over his shoulders, like a protective and huge blanket. The Druid is drape with all sorts of enchantments, from fire resistant necklaces, to the rings given to him by his fallen adopted father and his late mother. Shur survives the Under Dark in the journeys after months of agonizingly slow and perilous journey, surviving through ingenuity and wisdom.
"Hey Orbb, look a jaluk...do you see his shield?"
"Yeah Elgg, another Lolthite like us," they both start chuckling loudly and in unison, like morons. The gnome lays in shambles behind them, his teeth on the floor, as they approach Shur.
"Vendui Jaluk, you new around these parts, huh?" the Drow name Elgg's eyes narrow,"You don't look like no Lothite. What's with the shield?"
"Yeah, what's with?" chimes in Orbb, a runty jaluk sargtlin.
Suddenly, Chisle falls down behind them inching close to them. The giant Spider venomous fangs inch closer as it anticipates the pounce.
"Something's off with this guy," Orbb chirps nervously, looking around.
Instictively, Orbb can sense Chisle's methodical and predatory advance, Shur's face is hidden before he reaches back to remove the hood from over his head.
"Get out of my face, cur!" Shur sneers back at him brandishing his scimitar, and tossing his cloak aside to pick up shield he had dropped to the floor while resting.
Orbb's intuition is keen but unfortunately for him, not his hearing. The spiders long, powerful, and agile legs tread the ground with surprising stealth. In an instant, Chisle pounces and knocks them both down, injecting its' venom into them. Struggle as they might, they are slain by the creatures immense animal power.
He shakes his head,"Fools they would have lasted two seconds in Menzoberranzan... Alas, this city is immense and I am but a speck." He pauses then, remembering and reciting an old quote by his late adopted father,"Even the smallest rock creates ripples and when cast into a still lake, they will go on forever."
He kneels and pats the spider on the head, Chisle accepts the reward happily and clicks his fangs together. He stands up and quickly beckons for the huge spider to follow. They leave the scene of the crime, and from that far hidden corner of S'shamath, they begin their adventure living in the City of Dark Weavings.
Goals: Expand his power over nature. Acting as a mercenary, guide, teacher, and guide for The Baleful Maw in attempts to sustain a viable economy for the guild. Find a balance sought after by Druids.
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts:
Shur is will ultimately strive to be either Chaotic Neutral or true neutral, he wants to live a normal life, though it will take time for him to come to terms with it.
Even as a Drow, he is unable to hate Gnomes, having been reared by one. However, he feels that he is wrong, and therefore not a true Drow, for having these uncommon feelings of affection toward them. So, while he is not as cruel as most Drow, he most certainly buys into their belief system, as he sees his own compassion as a sign of weakness rather than a strength.
Last Name: Silverblade
Race: Drow
Age: 170
Height: 5'9
Weight: 170
Eyes: Light brown/yellow
Hair: Light blonde hair
General Health: Robust.
Deity: Talona
Initial Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Profession: Botanist, merchant, mercenary, and guide.
Base Class & Proposed Development: Fighter/Druid.
Habits/Hobbies: Finding balance through meditation and purifying oneself of emotion he will at times fall asleep, unbeknownst to anyone around him.
This character scours the caverns beyond Varalla's Passages looking for lost loot while hunting huge monsters. He deals in the strange and exotic, narrowly dodging death to achieve greatness. He's no innocent who isn't above scavenging or murder. The murders are largely perpetuated by the simple fact that he is forced to slay anyone that attacks him or he fights.
Why does he do this? There is a Role Play reason that, for the sake of fun, will be kept secret unless found out In Character.
His honor and duty, his actions drive him to achieve a stable economy for the Baleful Maw, the guild famous for its actions during the entirety of the War against the Alhoon. His dream for the short term is clear for the moment and his forays into the deep a way of fundraising.
As a guide Shur makes gold aiding adventurers not just how to slay beasts, fight, or when to best flank an enemy. Under his tutelage brave adventurers learn resourcefulness in the unforgiving Under Dark. Whether Shur is scavenging, or learning how to defeat any given opponent, improving oneself is his object. By undertaking pupils, or foraying with large group of seasoned veterans, he undertakes larger hurdles improving quicker. He makes foes, and he makes enemies, but it's always fun and good Role Play.
Languages: Drow, the usual, and attempting to learn Gnome
Weapon of Choice: Scimitar with shield combo.
Background:
Shur Silverblade can still remember Thimbleus Attaborough sitting on his favorite chair by the fireplace. The kindly Gnome rears him after happening upon the tragic scene of Shur's slain mother coddling the wailing child with a glowing ring tied to a necklace around his neck. The Gnome teaches him much, even able to find an old tomb, from which he is able to teach Shur the Drow language. Shur only hears his full name spoken once in his whole life, only weeks before a marauding band of renegade Uthgardt Barbarians and half-orcs ransack the surrounding lands, including the farm, and murder the old gnome while Shur's away. . .
"She was running you know, Shur Silverblade."
He didn't have to turn around and ask. Shur knew who he was talking about, the old gnome had been biding time waiting to have this conversation, stalling, and had never spoken a word of the matter.
"Probably a sympathizer, you know? Very common, not as rare as you think. Those snobby Elves and mighty humans sure like pointin' fingers!" he snorts,"Like this one time Auntie Nora, i was telling a bunch of tall legs this story and how she farted for five minutes. Five minutes, and no one believed! Called me mad and a lunatic! Always pointing fingers."
Shur can only force a half smile, even at that age being unusually brooding but gentle, "You know, one day I won't be here."
"Aye," he takes a long drag from a briar pipe, a dark look following over the Gnome's face, a cloud of smoke already hanging over his head,"You're like a son to me boy, though you're a pain."
He breathes deeply, shaking his whiskered head," I want you to keep this ring, it belonged to your mother. Shur, you need to start studying, i know something about the Under Dark. You will need to be strong and the teachings of my family will take you far, my son. You are keen and a talent, use your abilities." he nods frowning slightly and closing his eyes a bit in approval and confirmation, calmly handing the young Jaluk glimmering ring.
"T-Thank you," he says meekly taking the ring,"I've been meaning to take my studies seriously"
+++++++++
". . .my mother was right if she was running away," he thinks, "Menzoberranzan was hell."
In his hand now, Shur clenches the rings as he peers up past the city of Dark Weavings, having finally arrived from his brief stay in Menzoberranzan. Sometimes, a boiling and seething rage emanates from from the Drow, and this is one of those times as the Druid witnesses two jalukuls pushing a deep gnome around.
He carries a large brown cloak that drapes over his shoulders, like a protective and huge blanket. The Druid is drape with all sorts of enchantments, from fire resistant necklaces, to the rings given to him by his fallen adopted father and his late mother. Shur survives the Under Dark in the journeys after months of agonizingly slow and perilous journey, surviving through ingenuity and wisdom.
"Hey Orbb, look a jaluk...do you see his shield?"
"Yeah Elgg, another Lolthite like us," they both start chuckling loudly and in unison, like morons. The gnome lays in shambles behind them, his teeth on the floor, as they approach Shur.
"Vendui Jaluk, you new around these parts, huh?" the Drow name Elgg's eyes narrow,"You don't look like no Lothite. What's with the shield?"
"Yeah, what's with?" chimes in Orbb, a runty jaluk sargtlin.
Suddenly, Chisle falls down behind them inching close to them. The giant Spider venomous fangs inch closer as it anticipates the pounce.
"Something's off with this guy," Orbb chirps nervously, looking around.
Instictively, Orbb can sense Chisle's methodical and predatory advance, Shur's face is hidden before he reaches back to remove the hood from over his head.
"Get out of my face, cur!" Shur sneers back at him brandishing his scimitar, and tossing his cloak aside to pick up shield he had dropped to the floor while resting.
Orbb's intuition is keen but unfortunately for him, not his hearing. The spiders long, powerful, and agile legs tread the ground with surprising stealth. In an instant, Chisle pounces and knocks them both down, injecting its' venom into them. Struggle as they might, they are slain by the creatures immense animal power.
He shakes his head,"Fools they would have lasted two seconds in Menzoberranzan... Alas, this city is immense and I am but a speck." He pauses then, remembering and reciting an old quote by his late adopted father,"Even the smallest rock creates ripples and when cast into a still lake, they will go on forever."
He kneels and pats the spider on the head, Chisle accepts the reward happily and clicks his fangs together. He stands up and quickly beckons for the huge spider to follow. They leave the scene of the crime, and from that far hidden corner of S'shamath, they begin their adventure living in the City of Dark Weavings.
Goals: Expand his power over nature. Acting as a mercenary, guide, teacher, and guide for The Baleful Maw in attempts to sustain a viable economy for the guild. Find a balance sought after by Druids.
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts:
Shur is will ultimately strive to be either Chaotic Neutral or true neutral, he wants to live a normal life, though it will take time for him to come to terms with it.
Even as a Drow, he is unable to hate Gnomes, having been reared by one. However, he feels that he is wrong, and therefore not a true Drow, for having these uncommon feelings of affection toward them. So, while he is not as cruel as most Drow, he most certainly buys into their belief system, as he sees his own compassion as a sign of weakness rather than a strength.