Campfire Stories?

[Nyther]

Is it too early for people to think about writing up an intro to share with the group?  I'm writing my public debut and will be posting soon, under my new name, and, hopefully, with my character pic.

[Mr. Woodhope]

I dunno. Is there a campfire? Maybe the DM Who Should Not Be Named could give us a little foreshadowing?

[Shotoku]

first I have to determine who I'll be

[the gm with no name]

I dunno. Is there a campfire? Maybe the DM Who Should Not Be Named could give us a little foreshadowing?

I have sent each of you a personal message about your characters and where we will begin. 

[Brand Nar Gath]

codswallop, I aint got shit.

[the gm with no name]

codswallop, I aint got shit.

Dude, you got a baby.  That's much cooler than a personal message.

[Loken]

codswallop, I aint got shit.

Don't worry little Alice will produce plenty of it for you for years to come.

[Gabriel Cash]

So we are in a bar as opposed to being around a campfire, but who is it that comprises this odd group that fate has conspired to bring together?

I am Rax Vilmanos, Priest of Death and Magic, I mean Wee Jas. I am here as part of a Missionary Outreach Program to aid the short lived denizens of this land in their journey from this world to the next. I come from the great port city of Bloodwater Bay (so named after the pirates and swashbucklers who originally inhabited it were cut down and tossed into the bay, in order to make way for a better class of citizen). This is a mysterious new land I find myself in and can't help but wonder what secrets and treasures it hides.
To Fortune and Glory! And Magic and Death!

[Náriël Telemnar]

Um...ah...I'm Shiv Clearwater, sword-for-hire, bodyguard, um, oh yeah, and travel guide. My great grandfather, Dust, was exiled to New Hope for poaching in the King's Wood back in Traumwelt. On the prison ship on the way over he ran afoul of an old sorcerous woman who cursed him and his family for the rest of time. Dust and his descendants eked out a meagre living until my father made an amazing discovery.

Clod, son of Loam, discovered a sweet freshwater spring. He called it Clearwater Springs and built a tavern and brewery there. Clod Clearwater became very prosperous...and almost forgot about the curse. Then the orcs came. They killed and raped everyone (not always in that order). I was only five and my mother hid me in a keg of beer so they would not find me, but they did. The orc leader was vicious, his countenance still burned into my vision: young, barely an adult, with long hair the color of bone, evil eyes and a scar around his neck like he had been hanged and survived. He prepared to bugger me but fortunately I was so drunk from the keg's contents that I vomited all over myself. They found this thoroughly amusing so they just beat me and left me to die. The orcs burned Clearwater Springs and fouled the wells.

I have wandered the streets of New Hope City since. Making my living as best I could using my sword and my wits. I haven't forgotten the orc I call White Hair. I pledge on the long lost bones of my ancestors that I will have my vengeance.

[Gabriel Cash]

Yes vengeance is a good thing, it keeps us going. If I ever make it back to Traumwelt....

[Brand Nar Gath]

If I show up tonight, is it ok if I just use my Char. from Vasteras?  That would be really fun!

[Shotoku]

My name is Dax.

[the gm with no name]

Wow.  This is a really friendly group.  I'm amazed at how well you guys are getting along.  Everyone is so willing to share that I am filled with hope for the world that we can all pull together and make this place a paradise for our children's children.  All because of togetherness.

[the gm with no name]

I was being sarcastic there if it didn't come across in print.

[Náriël Telemnar]

I was being sarcastic there if it didn't come across in print.

Well...uh...I've never been to Sarcastos, but I hear that it's like really nice this time of year.