Character Sheets

Name: The Shadow of the Evermore
Color: Jale Man
Class: Sorcerer
Level: 1
XP: 628
Alignment: Chaotic
Age: 40

Strength: 12
Intelligence: 15
Wisdom: 13
Dexterity: 7
Constitution: 11
Charisma: 11

Hit Dice: 1+1
Type: Armoured Foot (AC 2)

Rituals:
The Litany of the Endless Ascent (Conjuring)

Gold: 25

Equipment:
Plate Armour
Flail
Dagger
Helmet
Shield
Obsidian-Tipped Spear

Large Sack (and contents)
Iron Rations (one week)
Water Skin (2)
Steel Mirror

Description:
The Shadow of the Evermore stands over 7' tall. The surface of his jale skin seems to move or flow, like murky water swirling and pulling away during a low tide. His pupils have no color, appearing as white as his sclera.

He wears ridged chitinous plate armour, fashioned from the exoskeleton of a black, deep sea aberration. His large wooden shield bears his standard - seven black tentacles rising out of a body of water.

His helm is blackened steel, the back of which has a design of seven tentacles hammered into it, giving the appearance of massive dreadlocks when viewed from behind.

His seven-chain flail is likewise fashioned to represent the likes of a water mythos, with a squid-like handle, complete with a hardened pointed pommel, and spiked, urchin-like steel balls capping off each chain.

Name: Fated to Die
Race: Ulfire
Class: Fighting-Man
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Alignment: Neutral

Level: 1
HD: 1
AC: chainmail + shield
Treasure:
Languages: Babel, Ulfire, Green, Dolm, +4 empty

STR 14
INT 16
WIS 12
DEX 8
CON 9
CHA 17 (fiddled with this one)

Appearance: Gloriously glam, like 'Spiders'-era Bowie. The ulfire skin is vivid & compelling, dyed-blonde mohawk majestic, nails & teeth immaculate. Loves money, currently embarassed at lack of. Rogue-ish demeanor.

Equipment: chainmail, sm. shield, sword, obsidian-tipped spear, dagger, foam canister, seashell derringer, electric torch, fur coat, sweet duds, burgundy vinyl duffel bag containing sundries, first aid kit, and 2 medium-sized pieces of coal

The Eye of Thundera
Class: Fighting man
Color and gender: White man
Age: 24
Alignment: Lawful
Psychic ability: None

A young white man with a shock of red hair and eyes and a left hand like a lion's paw, The Eye of Thundera searches for a way off this blighted and cursed planet.

Strength: 15 (+10% experience)
Intelligence: 10
Wisdom: 10
Dexterity: 9
Constitution: 16 (+1 HP/HD)
Charisma: 10 (4 hirelings)

Hit Dice: 1+1 (+1 CON)
AC 3 - Armored Foot

Coin purse: 4 gp

Equipment:
Light blue singlet
Plate mail
Two-handed Sword (of Omens)
Dagger
Backpack
Iron Rations (7)
Rope, 50 ft
Large sack
Torches (6)
Flint and tinder
Waterskin with water
Waterskin with wine

Thaimos the Seeker
CLASS: Sorcerer
RACE: Dolm Man (Dolm "stand in the same relation to jale as green to red. It is a compound of ulfire and blue.")
ulfire = wild and painful, blue = delicate and mysterious
ALIGNMENT: Neutral
AGE: 19

Strength: 9
Intelligence: 18 (+10% experience)
Wisdom: 10
Dexterity: 10
Constitution: 13 (Will withstand adversity)
Charisma: 10 (4 Hirelings)

Hit Dice: 1+1

GEAR:
Standard Rations for 1 person/1 wk (5)
Wine, quart (1)
Silver Mirror, small (15)
Wineskin (1)
Box of Chai'Mat Red (a powerful hallucinarcotic, for recreational purposes)
Plate Mail (50)
Flail (8)

Gold: 30

From his birth, Thaimos learned to appreciate the good things in life. His parents were well-to-do, and he wanted for nothing except his parents' love and respect. His parents revered athletics and physical prowess above all, and Thaimos loved nothing more than books. Eventually, he was sent off to the Academy at age 11, for 7 years of grueling study. Now, he seeks paths to knowledge that are ever more alien, more arcane, and more dangerous. He is also a major sybarite, seeking to sample all the pleasures that life has to offer.

Thaimos is not terribly tall, or particularly fit. He is, for all intents and purposes, a slim, young man, not terribly notable for anything other than the fact that he fidgets, as if seeking something to do. His longish, auburn hair seems to have its own agenda.

Minion of The Unholy Fragnog

Class: Sorcerer
Level: 3
Colour and Gender: Bone Man
Age: 32
Alignment: Chaotic
Psionic Ability: None

Background:
Minion of The Unholy Fragnog was once the slave of The Unholy Fragnog, a powerful sorcerer. The Unholy Fragnog was devoured by an eldritch antediluvian horror when 'Minion' narrowly escaped being a last minute addition to a throng of sacrifices. 'Minion' then began walking east, toward the mountains, in answer to a compulsion which began during the unholy rite.

Strength: 12
Intelligence: 14
Wisdom: 15
Dexterity: 11
Constitution: 11
Charisma: 14

Hit Dice: 3
AC 2: Armoured Foot

Coin Pouch: 0gp

Equipment:
Plate Mail
Shield
Light Crossbow
Quarrel Case, 30 bolts
Backpack
Primitive Hand Axe - carved from soapy green stone
Black leather trenchcoat with concealing hood
Gloves
Sturdy boots

Apprentice: Vina, a Green Woman

Henchmen:
Fist of Polaris - Fighter 1
Whisperer in The Dark - Sorcerer 1
The Lurking Skull - Specialist 1, stealth 4
The Doom in The Water - Fighter 1

The Gunnery Veiled

Neutral 1st level Orange Fighting-Man

S 12
I 8
W 6
D 16 (+1 on missile attacks)
C 14 (will withstand adversity)
Ch 9

HD: 1+1
XP: 0
AC: ?

Gunnery has mismatched green and red eyes, but he sees well and his aim is sharp. If ye peer closely enough at his red right eye you might notice an intricate cross hair pattern etched upon the iris.

Gunnery habitually mutters to himself about foolish sciences and places and weaponry that plainly could never be, and for this he is thought a great fool. He doesn't easily befriend these nay sayers, but is a quick and hardy fighter whatever they might think...

Possessions
Helmet 10gp
Mail 30gp

Dagger 3gp
Hand axe 3gp
Longbow 40gp
Shoulder case {20 arrows} 10gp
Shoulder case {20 arrows} 10gp

Backpack 5gp
Wineskin 1gp
Wine {1 quart} 1gp
Rations {7 days} 5gp

Great cloak 2gp
High boots 2gp
Torches {6} 1gp
Oil flask {1} 2gp
50ft rope 1gp
Tinderbox 1gp

Purse {3gp}

Apothecaria, female purple Witch (apprentice)

AC 5, move 12", HD 1

Str: 16
Int: 14
Wis: 11
Dex: 8
Con: 10
Cha: 14

Dinosaur: "Grekk" (small Pegomastax Carcosicus): AC 7, move 15", HD 9d4, attacks/defends as: Lycanthrope-1 (fangs and quills), special: detect poison at will

Armor: Leather

Weapons: Spear, Dagger, Sling

Pouch (filled with misc. herbs and mushrooms that serve as normal rations), Waterskin, Whistle (for calling Grekk), 57 sp

Appearance: All body hair is absent, due to use of herbal depilatories. Face and visible skin modified by crudely performed ritual scarification. The herbs and plants she carries in her pouch give her an earthy aroma.

Elixirs Known: Heal, Haste, Slow (a powder), Purify Food & Water (a powder).

Other Skills: bushcraft, pottery

All Henchmen: AC 9
Equipped with: spear, dagger, sling, backpack with pottery studio parts, rations, 1 torch

Name: Loyal Beast of the Unknown Master
Color: Bone Man Incarnate
Class: Fighting Man
Level: 1
Alignment: Chaotic
Height: 8'0"
Weight: 650 lb
Age: unknown
Sex: Male

Str: 17
Int: 11
Wis: 9
Dex:13
Con: 0
Cha: 7
Silver pieces: ( 3 + 6 + 6 ) = 0

HD: 1+1
AC: 17

Skill:
Climb: 2-6

Equipment:
Great Sword
Chain Shirt

Traits:

• Immune to normal poison
  
• Immune to disease
  
• Immune to suffocation
  
• Does not benefit from normal healing
  
• Does not benefit from normal drugs
  
• Does not benefit from normal potions
  
• May heal by rubbing and wrapping his wounds with the innards of a fallen living creature and letting them rot.
  
• May also be healed by magic that opposes normal healing
  

Henchmen:
3 Former bone men warriors risen as Wraiths who the unknown deity has granted me control over: img17.imageshack.us/img17/8094/wraithf.png

Outside of combat they stay hidden in black cloaks to arouse as little suspicion as possible.

8 HD Allosaurus whom Loyal Beast of the Unknown Master rides

Languages:

• Babel
  
• One Bonus
  

Description:
Loyal Beast of the Unknown Master was a large bone man in life but the resurrection infused him with new-found brute strength, height, and weight. Standing at over 8 feet tall he towers over most and is a fearsome sight to behold. His eyes are translucent and seems to blend in with the whites of his eyes. This was a feature he had in life that has lasted through undeath. Unlike most undead his mind works like it did when he was alive. He is unsure of what brought him back to life but believes it's because he participated in Bone Man rituals to the old gods.

In order to control him the unknown deity has infused him with part of his essence. This essence has manifested itself as a second head. Normally it lays limp on his shoulder but whenever the deity so chooses they can spring it to life. When this happens his normal head falls unconscious and this deity takes control. The Loyal Beast has grown accustomed to this though he still struggles to know what deity has made him it's puppet. Despite his condition and religious following he is a good man as he was in life though his size, his color, and the smell of rot around him leaves few willing to be in his presence.

If Loyal Beast of the Unknown Master has been wounded he especially reeks of decay. On the exposed areas between his chain armor you will find various pieces of innards wrapped or tied and decomposing into the wounds becoming fresh undead flesh. The innards start off wrapped but eventually form with the skin replacing what was once an open tear. Because of this his body is patchy with various colors of skin or fur depending on what he has recently killed. He wears a large blood red cloak that sticks to his decayed flesh and helps to hide his vestigial head from those who pass by.

His great sword looks like a giant sharpened metal sheet to the common eye but in his hands it is a thing of beauty. The sword would be too much for a normal man to wield but he holds it in both hands with ease. The sword is adorned with several runes and symbols, none of which mean anything to the Loyal Beast but he presumes they represent the deity residing within him.