D&D Luvina Yaira Olinda Martel

The Sea Dogs Story.

They used to say I was born at sea. Some said it was during calm, some a storm. Sailors are like that, pirates even more. My father, Captain Phillip Vincent Martel would roll his eyes and bark orders. I knew every inch of that beautiful ship. The Sea's Revenge.
Sometimes I fear I will never avenge them. My brothers, my family. My father. Hung by kings-men. So noble. With their laws that never apply to them.
About a year ago I heard his name. King _______. I had worked with smugglers and thieves of the highest quality before that.I drifted from place to place. Port to port. I had few to vouch for me, after all dead men tell no tales but I had my name and most often it was enough for small jobs.
Once that puked-stained sop's name caught my attention I knew I couldn't rest until I found him and ripped out his guts.
I started investigating as best as I could between jobs.
I got my first break about six months ago. His kingdom and the such like. I was working security for a large brothel in the large port town of _______.
You ever want information, speak to a whore. They know more secrets than almost anyone. The House of Flowers was a good gig and I was loathed to leave but revenge is something they understood and know well.
I know I am bias but is a shit stain of a kingdom. Poor weather. High taxes on all goods like pipe-weed and alcohol. Even flour was twice the price of the nearest kingdom. The king was having a series of lavish balls to impress visiting nobility. I spit on the word.
His people could barely eat. I fell in with a small band of smugglers. The Oystermen. My blade and such I soon found rabble rousing easy. After all, a hungry man is an angry man.
Of course this makes you enemies as well as friends.
I knew something was off when I was asked to protect a land-based run. Still I did the job. Coin is coin.
The run was quiet. Not that horse and carts are my thing. Never seem to get the stink off. All day the horses refused to settle. Making that high unpleasant horse they make sometimes. By night fall we had made a small camp and I was by the fire sleeping before my watch.
The sound of a blade woke me. We were over run. I kicked one of them into the fire and lashed out with my blade. I felt a sharp pain and woke in a cave in chains.

D&D Dark Places

D&D Dark Places

Time passes differently in the underdark. The drug from the capture made me foggy. The cell was a  small cave with a large metal gate. Opposite it was some strange drow tower with guards and a huge mounted crossbow trained on it at all times.
There were so many strange creatures I had never seen before, and some I recognised such as the loud elf and a quiet one and a courageous and very angry halfling. There was a female dwarf as well as a princesses who was a strange hairy beast who did not stop crying.
They had taken my clothes and other belonging, save my Goddess symbol as they could not bear to touch it.
As the gates opened and another body was tossed into our cell the halfling, Jock began to abuse the drow the other side of the gate. He did some curious magick on Jock's underwear causing it to glow and twinkle, enraging him even more.
The man thrown in seemed to wake me to myself and I knew in my bones I would escape. The flamboyant elf proclaimed he would escape and I believed he could.
Two large hairy beasts patrolled outside our cell and I saw a way to distract the guards. I began to pray to reach towards that light within and draw forth that magick. I reached out to one of the beasts and gave it a single command.
"Attack" as I pointed to the drow stationed at the crossbow. The other elf, a wizard followed my lead and commanded the second creature to do the same. Defopp, began to pick the lock and suddenly we were free. The dwarf was off and running, then Jock, then the Bowman and myself, then wizard and the princess. We managed to grab some simple weapons and some of the sleep drug they tip their weapons in.
I don't think I yet fully understand what happened next. Jock burst into a room of sleeping and resting guards. Vicious fighting broke out. I saw the still sleeping guard and I struck him with my make shift staff while apologising. I sent a healing word to Jock who was in danger of losing an eye. I went further into the room and drew the distraught princess with me. I regained my things from a chest at the back of the room and I put up a shield of faith to protect myself and this sad creature. There I stayed for a while with the noise of more guards and fighting.
I then saw the female dwarf standing badly wounded and I knew that I had to help. I dropped the shield and made my way to the dwarf who refused my healing and I saw such a sight. Jock who had been riding a giant spider fell and many drow were attempting to enter the room.
I raised my staff above my head and touch my holy symbol. I radiated pure celestial light. It seemed to burn them. One of the drow turned to ash. All the other's were blinded and in pain.
The great beasts under my command and that of the wizard were still attacking drow.
The last drow fled. Leaving us again in silence.
I know not what will happen next.

D&D Quora

I am joining not one but two new D&D fifth edition games in the next week. I will try and chronicle both characters who are unusually both human. Quora is my human heal and cleric made predominantly with dice rolls! This is her brief back story.

Quora

My name is Quora, or at least that is the only name I ever remember having. I do not recall the massacre that killed my parents only the well I hid in. The small circle of sky and the cold hard walls around me. I remember the light and being drawn like water from the well. I remember running and pulling on the hand of my mother who did not move. Such strong hands.

It was there Llion found me. His bright priestly robes fluttering in the wind. His pale elven face seemed alien and celestial to my childish eyes. He took me to his temple, to our temple and so I became Quora.

The dust of desert and war was washed from my obsidian skin.

Our Goddess Lliira dances in the heart of all children and even though I had lost much I learned the dance. I learned to find my healing joy. Llion taught me how to smile in a way that makes other's smile too. How to find that dancing light inside and allow it to radiate. Of course I learned to read and write too, but it was in our swaying morning prayer, in our voices, I found my calling.

I grew and grew taller than even Llion. Yet Llion told me it was so everyone could see my smile.

The day I became a full acolyte will stay with me forever. I lead the dance and as I touch her sacred drum there was a shudder of light throughout the room and a soft tinkling laughter.

I was so up lifted by my own joy I did not see those who believe politics, not faith, is true power, exchange scornful glances.

As is our custom I began to go out into the world to give aid and healing. To dance at births and weddings. To sing the joy of a life lived at funerals. My journey’s took me further and further from home. I know my calling is to bring joy and light to the world. To show that bitterness is no shield. That kindness is strength. That hope can survive all things if we look for our joy.  

Strength 15
Dexterity 16
Constitution 15
Intelligence 12
Wisdom 19
Charisma 12