I had fun.  Still trying to figure out my character's personality.

One thing to point out,  he doesn't have any fencing skills, so he shouldn't have had that parrying bonus.  I will spend the inventing point right away.

Trolls

It is said that when Men first came to reside in Istria the Land was populated by Elves, Dwarves and The Goblin Tribes. We have already reviewed what became of The Western Elves. The Goblin Tribes were pushed North by the incursion of Man and The Dwarves and Eastern Elves remained in their own Lands without conflict. Trade even existed and still exists today between these Races.

The Trolls however were not involved in any conflicts and were not affected by Human Migration. People believe that the Trolls are the Fore Fathers of The Goblin Race or at the very least are Larger members of that Race. The average Troll will stand 6.5' to 7.0 foot tall and weigh roughly 350lbs to 400lbs. It is believed that they may have migrated to The Eastern Kingdoms from their home in The South East mountains of Istria. The Race appear to be somewhat of a cross between a Large Gorilla with Hide almost like an Aligator. They are a Militaristic Race but not known as Conquerors. They simply are well trained in the Art of War and Defense.

No Human is recorded as claiming to have seen a Troll in nearly 200 years.

Also Noted a Skill I have not yet seen anyone take.

Armor Proficiency: +2 to Armor Checks so the PC can reduce their Agility Reduction by 2

  The Skill is by Armor Type Only so Chain would reduce from -5 Agility to -3 Agility, Leather from -3 to -1 and such.

Bumping since my Daughter wants to make an Elf Character this weekend

There are no Orcs in My World........

Well of course he can!!!!!

this sounds so good from what i have read wonder what the other characters are like  makes me want to try doing one my self 

thats cool 

I'll try and get it posted this weekend.

The troupe of four began their Journey North towards The Storm Towers. It would take several weeks even if they stuck to the roads for most of the trip. Brocas rode out ahead Scouting the lay of the land for possible short cuts and other obvious reasons.

  Each night the group would stop and they quickly fell into a pattern. Brocas would scout for a safe area to stop. Roland would take care of the Horses and Corporal Roob would break camp. Sgt Crux took the responsibility of yelling and grumbling at Roob mostly. He also took care of Snowflake, his Massive War Horse.

  On those nights Brocas would sleep early and then take the late watch. Roland spent his time after the early watch reading his texts of Illyrian and Istrian Histories he purchased as well as trying out his new pots and pans. Corporoal Roob would also be busy with his books but he mostly wrote or sketched instead of reading. He told both Brocas and Roland he could help them with the fit and weight of their armor if they would just give him some time and let him make some adjustments. Too much weight on the shoulders which could be taken up with an extra belt and some hooks. Simple things.

Sgt. Crux mostly snored. Very loudly.

On the seventh day of their journey North they were stopped by a local sheep herder and farmer. Goodman Holst. he wondered what had taken them so long to get to him. He asked why it took so long for The Baron to send help. It was Bloody Murder!!!!!

  Someone was Killing and Stealing His Sheep!!!!!


To be continued.......

  Sgt Crux had no interest in the farmer or his issues but Corporal Roob knew that as members of the standing Army of Istria it was still their responsibility.

  Brocas began to work his way into the farmstead and tracked from where the last incident took place. He followed a blood trail that slowly tapered off as it wound northwest towards the mountains. Brocas surmised based off the area where the blood spread out that whatever had taken the Sheep was flying.

  The four spent their first night at the farm in the main house. A good nights rest and a proper meal was needed for all. Roland noticed that Holst's oldest daughter was eying Brocas during Supper. This probably would not turn out well. After Supper they all gathered in the Great Room of the farmhouse while surprisingly Sgt Crux played with the younger children then not so surprisingly took the most comfortable chair and fell asleep.

  The next night the groups split in two. Roob and Crux to the East and Roland and Brocas to the West as both Roob and Brocas were skilled bowman. It seemed best to separate them and hoped one got lucky.

  As night fell Brocas and Roland hid themselves under their cloaks in hopes to meld in with their surroundings as well as mask their scent. After a few hours it seemed that this tactic worked. They heard the sound of a bleating Sheep and jumped up and uncovered as quickly as possible. It was not quick enough however. All they could see was a tremendous winged Beast flying off with an innocent and loveable Sheep. Brocas got off one shot from his bow but to no avail. The arrow fell short of the monstrosity but at least they now knew what they were dealing with. They had seen such a creature once in a painting in Old Siverragns hall. It was a Wyvern!!! Not as large or intelligent as a Drake but dangerous and Deadly none the less.

  They formulated a plan. They would clear all the sheep from the pastures except one. They tethered this sheep to a rope connected to a deep stake through the ground. Poor Sheep.

  After three nights of using this tactic and also hiding themselves under their cloaks they heard the great roar of huge wings. It was time. At the sound of the screaming sheep the four threw off their cloaks and prepared. The Giant Wyvern scooped up the sheep like it had done so many times before. What the beast was not prepared for was resistance however. After it had dug its claws in the shock of the rope going taught and the speed of the Beast threw the Monster back down to earth.

  Brocas and Roob immediately started firing arrows at the foul creature and concentrated on it's wings. Roland and Sqt Crux ran full tilt at the Wyvern and attacked with Long Sword and mace. It must be said that Sgt Crux somehow wielded a Mace almost as tall as he was.

As Brocas and Roob peppered the Beast with deadly shafts Roland and Sgt Crux hacked and hammered the creature again and again until it fell. The Beast was not prepared for the onslaught and could not penetrate the armored hides of these two legged Monsters called Humans.

As it fell however, it's hulking mass landed on Brocas pinning him beneath it and cracking several ribs in the process.

  Brocas was taken back the the Main House on the farm and his wounds were tended to by the Beloved Nell, Farmer Holst's Oldest Daughter.

At Sunrise Sir Roland of The Iron Hills took one of his recently purchased Mugs and returned to the Beast. He filled the cup with the Wyvern's Heart Blood and drank deeply. Though the Beast was several hours dead the Blood felt hot while going down Sir Rolands throat. A strange sensation could be felt though his body but only for a moment and then it was gone.

 

 

really good story ONI sounds so good 

great background on the Kingdom of Istria

  In the sixth year of Peleos Istrius' Campaign The Commander chose to put his efforts towards negotiations with the Dwarven Clans. Though he knew they would also eventually have to be tamed it seemed the two peoples shared a common Enemy. The Goblins.

  The Dwarves were not foolish and proposed a treaty of their own where they would be given certain lands outside the Mountains in exchange for their assistance in building the Human fortifications as well as supplying Granite and Mortar.

  And so were the first Dwarven Accords reached in what would be one day known as the 6th Year of the New Istrian Callandar.

Peleos Istrius Year Seven

Cool so when Roland fights an Istrian, he can call them, "Filthy sons of slave whores?"

Year Nine and Ten of The Conquest

  Peleos Istrius begins his slow Campaign Northward and systematically annihilates any Goblin forces encountered along the way. Resistance in the Central Section of "The Wild Lands" is minimal as the main Goblin forces are located farther North. Dozens of Compounds and Temporary Fortresses are set in place to act as way stations for Legionaires, Slaves, and the occasional Dwarven Engineering Corps.

  During the movement North Peleos Istrius reaches certain agreements with both Eastern and Western Elven Tribes using the Dwarven example of a "Common Enemy"

  By Year 10 of The Inavasion the Illyrian Forces are now bolstered and supported by both Dwarven and Elven forces, Scouts, Engineers as well as  Human Slaves.

  Over the next Five years the True battles will begin as the Goblin Forces are pushed steadily northward towards what would eventaully be known as the "Storm Towers". A Mountain Pass placed at the Heart of The Northern Mountain Range.