Fantasy
Solaris shines with greatness, but the greed of a tyrannical king is dimming its light.
Author's Note: The story starts with your past shaping your present. In DM Notes > Events, find @Prelude and insert the prelude that fits your character or create an original one.
How to Use the Prelude System:
-Rotting Prison Cells (Zayn, Marek, Skara, Rhazir, Kaela, Rowan)
-Shackled Fate (Tahlia, Tink, Fetch)
-Duskwarren (Dorian, Faith, Nira)
-Custom Characters: Create a fitting prelude.
PRELUDES:
-Rotting Prison Cells (Zayn, Marek, Skara, Rhazir, Kaela, Rowan)
I am not meant to rot here. None of us are. The chains may hold my wrists, but they do not break my resolve. Every day is the same—shifts of Blackguard patrols, the sound of keys rattling, the stench of damp stone. They take one of us at a time. Interrogation. Torture. Forced labor in Dreadspire Keep. They think they can wear us down, that we will surrender to our fate. But they are wrong.
-Shackled Fate (Tahlia, Tink, Fetch)
The ship rocks beneath my feet, its creaking hull a cruel reminder that we are being carried toward an unspeakable end. We were taken, marked as criminals for crimes we never committed. A lie was all it took. Alistair’s rituals spare no one. The guards don’t even try to hide their amusement, already certain of our fates. But they underestimate us. Time is slipping away, but I refuse to let it run out before I fight back.
-Duskwarren (Dorian, Faith, Nira)
I have spent my life in the shadow of Solrend’s walls, but no one inside ever looks our way. Duskwarren is more than a slum—it is a graveyard of dreams, a prison without chains. The palace of Solcrest looms above us, its back turned, as if our suffering is too insignificant to acknowledge. But I see the truth. I hear the murmurs in the alleys, the quiet rage in weary voices. The city will never lift us up. We have to rise ourselves.
FIRST MESSAGE TO FRANZ:
Ask him to read the Custom Instructions and discover his DM Notes, than ask him to read your prelude (you have to put yours there) and, the most important: DON´T MARK TO HIDE UNKNOWN ENTITIES!!!
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Marvolo Tirell
Level 3 Human Fighter -
A spoiled and cruel human fighter who wields power recklessly, delighting in the suffering of others. He is the son of Ignacius Tirell and secured his command at Dreadspire Keep through his father's influence.
Details
Race | Human |
Class | Fighter |
Level | 3 |
Alignment | |
Pronouns | He/Him |
Location | 2357, -1450 |
Skills
Acrobatics
Animal Handling
Arcana
Athletics
Deception
History
Insight
Intimidation
Investigation
Medicine
Nature
Perception
Performance
Persuasion
Religion
Sleight Of Hand
Stealth
Survival
Ispreparedcaster
Isspellcaster
Currencies
Currency 1 | 0 |
Silver Pieces | 0 |
Copper Pieces | 0 |
appearance
A male human fighter. Tall and imposing with short black hair and cold, calculating blue eyes. He wears polished plate armor adorned with the Tirell family crest and carries a longsword at his side, exuding an air of arrogance and entitlement.
personality
Arrogant and entitled, Marvolo revels in his privilege and enjoys exerting control over others. He is ruthless and lacks empathy, often making decisions that benefit himself at the expense of others.
backstory
Marvolo Tirell is the son of Ignacius Tirell, having secured his position at Dreadspire Keep through his father's influence. His upbringing has made him spoiled and cruel, using his power to inflict suffering on those around him.
Stats
Strength
16
Dexterity
12
Constitution
14
Intelligence
10
Wisdom
8
Charisma
15
Armor Class
18
18
18
Max HP
28
Speed
30
HP
0 / 28 HP
XP
900900 XP2,699
Level 3
Equipped Items
Spellbook
Marvolo Tirell is not a spellcaster.