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Guild Game Group 3


Player 3's Pc's In a nut shell

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Orc male, 6’9” tall, 195lb, 16 year old Barbarian.


Laf-Laf was never the best Orc in his tribe. Always picked on and shunned like a leper, Laf-Laf took the behavior as a form of passage from pup to adult, even though the others his age were long past the hazing stage. To help the tribe to the best of his ability, Laf-Laf did a lot of the jobs no one else liked doing, like cleaning up after the various animals, patrolling at night, but his favorite job was getting the rats that would wonder in to the camp to eat the orcs food.

One particular day, the other orcs pushed Laf-Laf too far. In order to calm his rage he decided to hunt down a nest of particularly annoying rats. While out bashing rats heads in, an Elven scouting party discovered the camp and ambushed the unsuspecting camp. Laf-Laf hearing the commotion grabbed his catch of rats and proceeded to run back to the camp to help. Once he was close enough he saw a group of figures running towards him, in a fit of panic Laf-Laf took the rats by the tails and attacked the first figure that got close. With a solid hit, the figure was knocked square on his back where he was assaulted with a flailing of rats.

The next individual that approached had a sword drawn and pointy ears. After some strange talking, the sword was sheathed, and a rope was put around Laf-Laf's neck. After being led back to a small town where Laf-Laf was told he would be in the service of the Elf that captured him until he was deemed able to live among people socially.

Laf-Laf thought about it for a minute. No mean Orcs to bully him or boss him around. Good food instead of maggoty food, comfy sleeping location. Laf-Laf took a deep breath and asked the Elf,

" Cans I stills whack rats? Laf-Laf hats the sqweeaky pists!"


Garuda-blooded Aasimar male, 5’11” tall, 145lb, 75 year old Inquisitor.


Arken has never been content to accept the world for what it is. He hates evil and would do anything necessary to tip the scales in the favor of good. That doesn't mean that he is strict in her moral code, he is acutely aware in the strengths of extremes and is willing to go to some unconventional means in the pursuit of the greater good.

His appearance has always set him apart and he is well aware of how judgmental and cruel the world can be. Although he home life has always been influenced by the presence of war by Gnolls and Orcs, his ridicule at the hands of the ignorant has helped mitigate his prejudgments based on appearance. This doesn't mean he wont jump at the chance to smite the evil or corrupt; he would rather apologize rather than have missed a chance.

Attesting to a good religion, Arken makes it him mission to spread the word of Desma like the wind and defend the weak as far as he can.


Azata-blooded Aasimar male, 5’10” tall, 150lb, 45 year old Knife Master.


Being born to a family of humans, Adonia always felt different from those around her. Possessing striking features and a strong force of personality, he has always felt from an early age that he was destined for greatness. Hailing from a land that celebrates personal freedom of its citizens, Adonia finds the individual powers to influence the world around her as a key tenant of his way of life.

Not content to live an "ordinary" life, Adonia travels the world to seek adventure and to test herself against the world's challenges. Always happy to meet new people and enjoying the prospect of offering a hand to help others, he finds himself taking some time to see the sites at a festival...

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the dead mechent of death

       By: celticring

To Dougles Nye money is power, a powerful wizard only newly into lich-hood

Originally the son of servants to a noble family, yet he found that life humiliating. "How could anyone stand to serve another?" he often wondered. His father, was a greedy man who offered an explanation one day “It’s all for the coin, every demanding, humiliating thing. It’s for the coin, boy."

So when Dougles began developing the potential for magic, he found a way out of a life of servitude. Learning magic though stolen books, he made his escape. Taking the all the possessions of the lord’s vaults with him. He set out to gain as much money as possible.

His gifts for magic allowed him many advantages other merchants could only dream of. Capitalized on the use of deviation magic, allowing him to always having what the city he is in needs most, whether that is wheat or weapons, poison or drug doesn’t matter to him.

Some would say he follows war, disease, famine, and political strife like a vulture looking for a nice carcass to claim. What they don’t know is he has a hand in the conflict he supposedly follows. Assassinating ruler to incite wars, casting spells that decimating crops, acting as an information broker to both sides in a conflict. Dougles is known as a man who can get what you need to some, to other a monster who capitalizes on the suffering of others.

The lich know as Dougles Nye, prefers the title ”The Merchant of Death” for that shows just how much power money has earned him.

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