As an update, I have recieved many similar concepts...

How many Paladin/Sorcerers And Paladin/Warlocks? :D

I feel attacked :P

There there. Clearly you were the prettiest one. ;)

It is a joy to be joining you all.

Armat... I imagine you and I will have a very... delicate conversation one day.

Welcome Elinor and Sariel \o

Jarsali has been travelling for a few years now so could conceivably have adventured with anyone previously. Please feel free to pitch any ideas you might have for our past interactions.

Given Sariel and Jarsali's shared wood-elven heritage they may have come from the same area. This could be a source of comradery or friction. Jarsali would have generally been looked down on as a fatherless half blood bastard among the elves.

I see alignment as more of a starting guide but I see Jarsali as being Neutral Good at this stage, with some chaotic leanings. Because of this I can see her getting into less than legal shenanigans with Celeste and probably butting heads with Armat from time to time on how laws are to be interpreted by their spirit rather than their letter.

Jarsali enjoys friendly competition and sparring so I can see her spending some time sparring with any of you that would be into that kind of thing.

Based on Elinor's description Jarsali will likely try to act like a big sister, whether or not that is welcomed, as she has always been considered the youngest back home.

I expect you two will as well. *Evil DM laughter*

Going over some of your sheets, make sure you are using Ability Score "Generation: 16,15,14,13,12,11" arranged as you desire for your character stats. At least two of you are using different methods.

Derelict in duty already? Hmph.

We do need to start figuring out who knows who and how.

Elinor (don't shorten it to Ely, she hates it), was born in a pretty normal high elf family. Not rich by any stretch of the imagination, but certainly not poor either. As she grew up, Elinor quickly showed her quick wits and ability to twist anyone she talked to around her middle finger - though never with malice, mostly just to be given some sweets - which made her mother think she'd be perfect to follow in her steps as a midwife. Sadly for her - and to the not-so-secret delight of her smith of a father - Elinor found it much more interesting to make things with her own two hands, and spent as much time as she could in her father's workshop.

When her mother admitted she wasn't going to change that, she decided to switch tactics, and introduced Elinor to Alchemy. Well, introduction to an introduction to alchemy of course considering her age, but it had the advantage of satisfying everyone. Elinor as a child could obviously not forge anything so it allowed her to make things, and her mother felt that it was a much better occupation for a little girl than run around in a smithy.

Which worked...for the most part as it didn't prevent Elinor from running in the forge from time to time, just to watch her father or his apprentices work the forge or interact with the clients. It was on one of those days that Elinor's path deviated rather sharply.

An old weapon, taller than she was, had been brought to his father to be repaired. Some kind of forgotten heirloom or something. Or was it found in some kind of ruin? Well, no matter. The important thing was that Elinor one day put her hand on it and talked to it. Something she often did, except that this one time...the weapon answered. It offered her riches, she didn't care. Knowledge, the mandatory lessons were a drag already, thank you but no thank you. Kill her enemies? She had none. Power? Oh, maybe... Would it allow her to become a smith like her dad? At that point a bit disgruntled, the weapon promised just that, so Elinor eagerly agreed to the offered Pact.

To the obvious dismay of everyone when she ran to her father, holding a weapon taller and heavier than she was above her head as if it weighted nothing.

It wasn't the first time she got in trouble - far from it - but oh boy, that one time... There had been lots of talks, shouts - mother was definitely not pleased, cried, which made her cry - before a sort of solution was found. There was no going back: the Pact had been made. But Elinor could be taught what she'd need to not be ruled by it, but instead take advantage of it more than the other way around.

It was like that that the young Elf found herself apprenticed to one of the city's Wizard at a younger age than most. She missed her old life of course - even though she got to see her parents and siblings often - but thankfully it quickly became obvious that she had a gift. Maybe it had always been there, only dormant, or maybe it was part of the Pact, but Elinor became really adept really fast at shaping Arcane forces to do her bidding, even more than others known to have formed Pacts with supernatural entities much like she had.

Years passed, and not even yet an adult, her Master decided she knew enough and there was little point in keeping her: the best for her was to fly on her own.

We do need to start figuring out who knows who and how.

Celeste was born to a human mother, never knowing who or how she came to have her orcish heritage. Despite her being a half orc, her appearance and looks tended more towards her mothers side, looking mostly human with a few not-so-obvious features.

When celeste was young, her mother fell ill and died, leaving the young half orc girl an orphan. She naturally fell to living on the street. Unlike most girls her age, she had the build and height of a boy, and kept up with most. For a half orc, she was fast and clever, and thus she was noticed by a halfling gnome who took her under his wing.

The halfling (Kaern) taught her the basics, and though skilled she lacked the frame of mind to be a successful thief due to having a kind streak and soft spot for innocents. She had no qualms robbing from the rich, arrogant and entitled, only to give to the poor (Which often included herself)

It was one day that a group, including Kaern and herself, were chosen for a scouting mission to a ruin, where it was said some merchants were camped. This, however, was a trap by one of the guild mages who hated Kaern and his position, and used it as a ambush. The group scattered, and Celeste ran. She jumped on ledges, squeezed through small places and when she stopped, taking a breath, heard a sound.

....as the floor gave way.

When she woke, she had a broken ankle, in a room that looked like it was a tomb. The room held strange glyphs, a skeleton and a necklace. The woman looked at the necklace and took it from the stone and put it on.

Splitting pain erupted in her mind as she blacked out.

Celeste woke, panting as she looked around. She wasn't sure how long she had been unconsious for this time, but she breathed heavily, the sheen of sweat on her brow as she stood up, taking a few steps. She paused with a frown, and looked down.....

....she had a broken ankle.

HAD

she shook her head and started to climb out, of the hole and back to town, not realising she still had the medallion around her neck

And as I assume we're all good, it shouldn't take too much for us to be able to at least work together and relationships to grow organically from there.

Armat, Jarsali, and Sariel are able to act in the surprise round.

Real life comes first

Everyone but Elinor, then Guardsmen, then Elinor, new round!

Perhaps not, but they are twenty feet away, that should give Jarsali and Armat a chance to be your meat shields!

After a hectic weekend and a hard drive failure, computer is back up! Will update soon.

Currently, we are not playing with the flanking variant rules. Roll a single attack roll Jarsali.