Re: The D&D Corner
Posted: Sun Jul 07, 2019 6:06 am
Just one more... for now!
http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsing ... stcount=34
By all means, please feel free to give feedback - I love it all - good and bad! I know I keep saying this in the other posts - but it's true.
Because the Saltmarsh was originally Greyhawk's setting - I used the Page 39 reference of the 5e "Ghosts of Saltmarsh" that states placing it between Waterdeep and Neverwinter.
And for reference - when I mention it down below as to what or who the Bedine are (if you're not familiar)...
https://forgottenrealms.fandom.com/wiki/Bedine
And for the areas on the map that I mentioned (other than Taris'zen, which I made up), check out -
https://www.aidedd.org/atlas/index.php?map=R&l=1
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There are those who have said that their life was a living Hell.
They have no idea what that even truly means.
My name is Ilya Slivkin, and from the moment of my birth – my life was a true living Hell – that literally involved demons, devils and the occult.
At the age of four, I was rescued by my half-sisters. Children my mother had borne into this world; but did not have the “seed of power” she was looking for.
I had no true memory of my life, at the hands of my mother. Only visions and dreams – nightmares really – that would come to me. My half-siblings explained to me that our mother – none of us ever even knew her true name – only that they called her “The Widow of Night” – had made a deal with a Devil by the name of Bar'garius.
Her name – rather, her title - “Widow of the Night” came from her ritual of taking a mate, mating with them for the night and killing him in the name of Bar’garius – to ensure she would become pregnant with her mate’s seed.
My half-siblings had heard my mother explaining that she had believed that I was “the one who had the seed of power” inside of me, and that’s why I had been subjected to so much torture and tests by the age of four. My half-siblings couldn’t bear to see what I was being put through – and had also grown fearful that if I was indeed “the seed of power” – what might happen if my mother unlocked that power from inside of me.
Originally from a small village called Taris’zen (Without Hope) located in the Tortured Lands, far to the East – we soon found ourselves being pursued by my mother’s loyal followers. We traveled southwest for days upon days, and still they pursued us. With little hope of losing them, we veered west into Anauroch – better known as The Great Sand Sea.
We were beyond exhausted, and I believe my half-siblings honestly thought that we might get lost and die of thirst in the Great Sand Sea, which would have been a much better fate, than returning to our mother, facing her unholy wrath, and whatever torture might have befallen me.
During a sandstorm, it seemed as if we might have lost our pursuers – and thought we were all exhausted and dying of thirst, we were thankful for that one small blessing. When the light entered the cave the following morning, a beautiful woman, whose features had been covered by a veil, stood at the mouth of the cave. “Tieflings, young ones,” she said to no one in particular. The woman removed her veil and introduced herself as Maleeka al-Talar. She extended her hand, “Come with me. I can help you, and get milk for the little one.”
Maleeka al-Talar was a Bedine – or she was, at one time.
Now, she led a caravan of mostly women – most of them former Bedine, also – that traveled the land. Despite the otherworldly appearance of my half-siblings and me, looking like demons, Maleeka al-Talar and her caravan of “gypsies” they called themselves – took us in like family. All of them did – not just Maleeka al-Talar.
By the age of ten, Maleeka al-Talar had pulled me aside.
“There is innate magic in you,” she said, tapping my heart gently. “While we do not have wizards among us, perhaps we can hone your magic in a different manner.”
Maleeka al-Talar held out a deck of cards, like nothing I’d seen before.
She laid one card in front of me, “The Judgement Card Reversed – that symbolizes doubt and self-loathing.” She laid down another card, “The Tower, Upright – This means sudden upheaval or disaster.” She laid the next card over the first, “Ace of Wands, Upright – this means Creation, Willpower, and Desire.” She laid the third card beneath that, “Eight of Wands, Upright – rapid action, movement, quick decisions. This is a reflection of someone in your life doing this for you.” She laid the next card, across the second, “Seven of Cups, Upright – Searching for purpose.”
Maleeka al-Talar then spread all the cards across the table. “These are tarot cards. They say someone who is in sync with them can reveal a person’s past, present, future – and even how others interact with them. Would you like to learn?”
Admittedly, I was curious about these tarot cards – and if it was true that they could peer into the past, present and future. For the next few years, I learned to become one with the tarot cards, and read the aurora from people who sat across from me. By the age of sixteen, Maleeka al-Talar was having me doing readings for customers, as our caravan traveled around the continent.
At the age of twenty one, we had just arrived in Waterdeep. The plan was we would be traveling north with another caravan to Saltmarsh. While Maleeka al-Talar, myself and my sisters were walking through Waterdeep, I got an unusual feeling – my skin felt cold. As I looked around, that’s when I saw the woman from my visions – it was my mother. I screamed, and my sisters turned and saw her too. They yelled at Maleeka al-Talar to take me and run, and that they would keep my mother busy. Maleeka al-Talar and I ran back to the caravan and urged Maleeka al-Talar’s caravan to begin the journey north, at a quickened pace, up the Sword Mountains, and to Saltmarsh…
Each and every night, I waited for them – I refused to sleep – waiting for my sisters to catch up with us. But each and every night, I was never greeted by their smiling face, and I couldn’t help but wonder, had my mother captured them… or had they gotten away?
http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsing ... stcount=34
Done!I could actually use a hand. I have the bones of a backstory, but I'm missing the middle part, I'm not sure how this character got from where she started to where she is.
Ilya (eastern European surname)
Tiefling Wizard (Divination)
Background: Entertainer
Born human in a diabolic cult, profane rituals performed near-constantly during infancy have resulted in a fiendish aspect. Whatever the cultists were trying to turn her into was thwarted when she was abducted from the cult by her older siblings around age 4.
They lived on the run from the cult, which doggedly pursued the trio in the early years.
At some point, Ilya fell in with a troupe of traveling performers and learned to act as a fortune teller.
At another point, before or after joining the traveling performers, Ilya was separated from her siblings.
She's currently still with the troupe as they arrive in the port town of Saltmarsh, but is intensely concerned with finding her lost siblings.
A key aspect of this character is despite being a wizard, she has no formal arcane training. Only a elderly guide who taught her about (performance level) fortune telling, and a mysterious feeling that the cards "speak to her" when she holds them. (Mechanically, my tarot deck functions as both my spellbook and arcane focus. This character casts spells by channeling them through specific cards.)
I greatly appreciate any assistance with hammering these disparate ideas into a cohesive story.
By all means, please feel free to give feedback - I love it all - good and bad! I know I keep saying this in the other posts - but it's true.
Because the Saltmarsh was originally Greyhawk's setting - I used the Page 39 reference of the 5e "Ghosts of Saltmarsh" that states placing it between Waterdeep and Neverwinter.
And for reference - when I mention it down below as to what or who the Bedine are (if you're not familiar)...
https://forgottenrealms.fandom.com/wiki/Bedine
And for the areas on the map that I mentioned (other than Taris'zen, which I made up), check out -
https://www.aidedd.org/atlas/index.php?map=R&l=1
================================================== ==========
There are those who have said that their life was a living Hell.
They have no idea what that even truly means.
My name is Ilya Slivkin, and from the moment of my birth – my life was a true living Hell – that literally involved demons, devils and the occult.
At the age of four, I was rescued by my half-sisters. Children my mother had borne into this world; but did not have the “seed of power” she was looking for.
I had no true memory of my life, at the hands of my mother. Only visions and dreams – nightmares really – that would come to me. My half-siblings explained to me that our mother – none of us ever even knew her true name – only that they called her “The Widow of Night” – had made a deal with a Devil by the name of Bar'garius.
Her name – rather, her title - “Widow of the Night” came from her ritual of taking a mate, mating with them for the night and killing him in the name of Bar’garius – to ensure she would become pregnant with her mate’s seed.
My half-siblings had heard my mother explaining that she had believed that I was “the one who had the seed of power” inside of me, and that’s why I had been subjected to so much torture and tests by the age of four. My half-siblings couldn’t bear to see what I was being put through – and had also grown fearful that if I was indeed “the seed of power” – what might happen if my mother unlocked that power from inside of me.
Originally from a small village called Taris’zen (Without Hope) located in the Tortured Lands, far to the East – we soon found ourselves being pursued by my mother’s loyal followers. We traveled southwest for days upon days, and still they pursued us. With little hope of losing them, we veered west into Anauroch – better known as The Great Sand Sea.
We were beyond exhausted, and I believe my half-siblings honestly thought that we might get lost and die of thirst in the Great Sand Sea, which would have been a much better fate, than returning to our mother, facing her unholy wrath, and whatever torture might have befallen me.
During a sandstorm, it seemed as if we might have lost our pursuers – and thought we were all exhausted and dying of thirst, we were thankful for that one small blessing. When the light entered the cave the following morning, a beautiful woman, whose features had been covered by a veil, stood at the mouth of the cave. “Tieflings, young ones,” she said to no one in particular. The woman removed her veil and introduced herself as Maleeka al-Talar. She extended her hand, “Come with me. I can help you, and get milk for the little one.”
Maleeka al-Talar was a Bedine – or she was, at one time.
Now, she led a caravan of mostly women – most of them former Bedine, also – that traveled the land. Despite the otherworldly appearance of my half-siblings and me, looking like demons, Maleeka al-Talar and her caravan of “gypsies” they called themselves – took us in like family. All of them did – not just Maleeka al-Talar.
By the age of ten, Maleeka al-Talar had pulled me aside.
“There is innate magic in you,” she said, tapping my heart gently. “While we do not have wizards among us, perhaps we can hone your magic in a different manner.”
Maleeka al-Talar held out a deck of cards, like nothing I’d seen before.
She laid one card in front of me, “The Judgement Card Reversed – that symbolizes doubt and self-loathing.” She laid down another card, “The Tower, Upright – This means sudden upheaval or disaster.” She laid the next card over the first, “Ace of Wands, Upright – this means Creation, Willpower, and Desire.” She laid the third card beneath that, “Eight of Wands, Upright – rapid action, movement, quick decisions. This is a reflection of someone in your life doing this for you.” She laid the next card, across the second, “Seven of Cups, Upright – Searching for purpose.”
Maleeka al-Talar then spread all the cards across the table. “These are tarot cards. They say someone who is in sync with them can reveal a person’s past, present, future – and even how others interact with them. Would you like to learn?”
Admittedly, I was curious about these tarot cards – and if it was true that they could peer into the past, present and future. For the next few years, I learned to become one with the tarot cards, and read the aurora from people who sat across from me. By the age of sixteen, Maleeka al-Talar was having me doing readings for customers, as our caravan traveled around the continent.
At the age of twenty one, we had just arrived in Waterdeep. The plan was we would be traveling north with another caravan to Saltmarsh. While Maleeka al-Talar, myself and my sisters were walking through Waterdeep, I got an unusual feeling – my skin felt cold. As I looked around, that’s when I saw the woman from my visions – it was my mother. I screamed, and my sisters turned and saw her too. They yelled at Maleeka al-Talar to take me and run, and that they would keep my mother busy. Maleeka al-Talar and I ran back to the caravan and urged Maleeka al-Talar’s caravan to begin the journey north, at a quickened pace, up the Sword Mountains, and to Saltmarsh…
Each and every night, I waited for them – I refused to sleep – waiting for my sisters to catch up with us. But each and every night, I was never greeted by their smiling face, and I couldn’t help but wonder, had my mother captured them… or had they gotten away?