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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Helga Greyfield
Level 7 Human Cleric -
A kind and gentle human cleric in her early 40s, dedicated to healing the wounded of the Mercury Blades, a rebel group fighting against the tyranny of King Alistair Malvorn. She is a loving mother to her son, Tomas Greyfield.
Details
Race | Human |
Class | Cleric |
Level | 7 |
Alignment | |
Pronouns | She/Her |
Location | 1745, 38 |
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 middle-aged human cleric with soft features and warm brown eyes. She has shoulder-length chestnut hair, often tied back, and wears simple yet elegant robes adorned with symbols of healing. Her gentle demeanor is complemented by a warm smile and a small satchel filled with healing herbs.
personality
Helga is nurturing and compassionate, always putting the needs of others before her own. She is patient and understanding, often serving as a calming presence in the chaos of rebellion.
backstory
Helga Greyfield has devoted her life to healing and helping those in need, especially the wounded members of the Mercury Blades. After losing her husband to the tyranny of King Alistair Malvorn, she became a cleric to honor his memory and protect her son, Tomas.
Stats
Strength
10
Dexterity
12
Constitution
14
Intelligence
13
Wisdom
18
Charisma
16
Armor Class
15
Max HP
50
Speed
30
HP
50 / 50 HP
XP
23,00023,000 XP33,999
Level 7
Equipped Items
Spellbook